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Ateez/Exo/BTS/SKZ/TXT🖤💞multistan💞🖤 Far beyond 21+ Fairly new to Tumblr, as well as writing fanfics. Doing my best to write my feral thoughts so you can all suffer with me. Feel free to leave comments and feedback. It's very much appreciated! 💌

[anyamaris]

About Me!

Welcome to my blog- You can refer to me as Anya! I write Ateez fanfics, and am starting to write for more! I'm slowly warming up to multiple others. I also like to know a group fairly well before I'll write them, so if I don't know them well enough, I likely won't attempt anything.

My ults are Yeosang, Jin and Baekhyun. I also bias Kang Daniel, Soobin, Hoseok, and many others from other groups. 🤍💜🤍

Thank you to @kwanisms for the gorgeous banner here and for my blog header, you're amazing, talented, ridiculously magnificent and I adore you!!!!

Minors please do not interact with this blog.

Here are my masterlists for the groups I've written so far:

Ateez Masterlist

Stray Kids Masterlist

Exo Masterlist

TXT Masterlist

Kang Daniel

Jackson Wang (until I get a header for GoT7)

BTS Masterlist

Networks:

@ksmutsociety

@lapydiaries

@bangtanwritershq

@thebtswritersclub

I truly enjoy meeting and talking to other writers, as well as readers of all sorts of fandoms. Just because I don't write a group doesn't mean I don't enjoy reading, so feel free to talk to me about anyone or anything!

My current list of favorite groups/solo artists include (not extensive, I'm certain I'll add more or forget to put on here!):

Ateez

BTS

Exo

Stray Kids

Shinee

Kang Daniel

Woosung

Onewe

Oneus

TXT

Monsta X

The Boyz

Wavy

As I said, this list is not extensive, and there are groups I'm currently learning like Seventeen and NCT that I can't claim to be a true fan of just yet-though I'm certain I will eventually!

As I mentioned, I do write! I have not received many asks but just in case I do, here are things I will NOT write because I'm either not good at it or not very comfortable writing it for various reasons. I do know others who have plenty of experience and fics involving things I myself am uncomfortable writing so I'm happy to direct you to them in that case!

Will not write:

MxM (for now)

CP 🚫🚫

mommy!idol

Cheating on Idol

Idol cheating

Majority of parent fic types

ie. Idol is a parent or reader is a parent

Idol reactions to stuff-I'm just not good at them, sorry!

This list is also not extensive, I just won't write things I'm not comfortable with for personal reasons. Outside of anything underage, I know others who will write some of these and will pass info along!

Feel free to send an ask or don't be afraid to dm me if you have any questions or just want to say hi! I am fairly chaotic and I am also very chatty, so you have been warned!

Reblogging and comments are sooo appreciated so please do leave them! I read them and my heart soars when I know someone is enjoying my work. It means more than you know!

Have a great day and look forward to chatting and seeing you all around!

[lapydiaries]

Annual Summer Event 2026

Summer finally arrived. The weather is nice, your work schedule is cleared and you are ready for your booked vacation!

Though what happens when your journey takes some unexpected turns?

Welcome to the Summer Event of 2026 held by Smoky Quartz Flurry!

Please choose one of the many destinations for traveling including some special twists and turns. Hopefully each and everyone of you will find a wonderful vacation time (literally or figuratively) at the end of this event.

Red Marker:

You chose a city tour! Traveling to a metropolis (Los Angeles, Dubai, Rio de Janeiro, Rome, Seoul... just to name a few options). The reason you're traveling? Depending. What you'll find on your journey? A possible fling, love, something your heart truly desired!

Light Blue Marker:

You chose a couple vacation! You and your partner wanted a romantic escape from your daily lives (watching polar lights, going to Paris or Venice, going to the Maledives...)

Green Marker:

You chose a nature adventure! Far away from the city life you want to discover the beauty our planet has to give (Safaris in Africa, an Outback adventure in Australia, traveling in a camper van from South to North America...)

Orange Marker:

You "chose" a work travel! Maybe you didn't get your vacation approved or you have to use it to learn something for work or you need work to finance your travel ideas (be it learning a new language, branching out the company ties, do a work and travel..)

Dark Blue Marker:

Whatever you chose for your summer, didn't happen. Your plans? Ruined. Your location? Unknown. Maybe you got ship wrecked in the Bermuda Triangle and are now captured by the merfolk, or you unknowingly stepped through a fairy circle in Ireland taking you to another world, or you found an old artefact in the middle of the amazon which took you back in time, maybe you just met a creature you didn't think existed... the possibilities are endless!

Choose your trip wisely and enjoy your journey. Make sure to include something unexpected in your written works. If you're able to include it in your graphics as well don't let me stop you! Remember to use the network tag!

Timeline:

June 1 - Event begins

August 23 - Masterlist posted

August 31 - Event ends

[anyamaris]

Title: Until My Last Breath

Word Count: 1206

Synopsis: A case of Hanahaki disease shows up on your table, bringing with it a man from your past.

Pairing: Mafia Organ Broker!Namjoon x Coroner!F!reader

Genre: Horror/Thriller, Angst

Trope: Hanahaki disease, mafia inferences

Flowers Chosen: Anemone, Sweet pea (It's vague but I took some liberties in descriptions of the flowers)

Triggers/Warnings: Graphic description of an autopsy and equipment, overall cryptic environment of a morgue, inference to Namjoon being into organ marketing/mafia, mention of surgical scars. Angst with inferences of a past tragic relationship.

Submission for @lapydiaries Admin Dae's Drowning in Flowers event

A/N: Thank you to @sanjoongie and @pars-ley for getting me through writing this! I've never written or really known about Hanahaki disease before this beyond just vague ideas. I wanted to play with the idea of seeing the effects of it from a different pov than you'd expect. Thank you to @cafekitsune as always for the dividers and @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner! Written while listening to Dying To Love and The Grey by Bad Omens.

The familiar tingle of disinfectant stings your sinuses as you make your way across the chilly, windowless room. The soft ticking of the clock adds some ambiance to the silent space, and you’re reminded that you’ve yet to cue up some music to get you through the long night to come.

You go about the beginning of your shift, paperwork, checklists, all of the things ingrained into your everyday routine. Pulling out your white lab coat, you turn to secure your hair then wash up before heading over to cold storage.

The stainless steel metal doors house those unfortunate enough to have ended up in this quiet morgue, in the hands of a woman who’d come to terms with death long ago.

Your eyes search for one particular door, your heart heavy as you recall the documents listing her stats. 

Door number 3.

Female, 25. Lung obstruction possibly leading to death.

A tingle races up your spine but you roll your shoulders to try to release the tension building slowly.

You push aside the technical terms you’d read off her chart, trying to clear your mind before you face the poor girl lying on the slab behind the door reducing her to a number in a refrigerator.  

Pausing, you take a deep breath that tugs at your own past scars before you nod once. Perhaps you’d be wrong and it’d be a simple case of pneumonia that had killed her.  

Forcing yourself into professional mode, you tug open the door and begin the steps for her autopsy.

All hope drains from you as your scalpel slices through her chilled flesh and tissue, cranking open the rib spreader to reveal the lungs beneath. The tell tale sign of the disease is automatically apparent as you notice the little barbs puncturing the lining.

The familiar floral scent permeates the air as you make an incision, so out of place in this sterile, sanitized environment.  The once beautiful blooms are now withering in her chest, the fetid fragrance of sweet rot accompanying the decaying petals.  

You set aside your scalpel and gently pick one up, rubbing the deteriorating tissue between your gloved fingertips. A sigh leaves your lips at the discovery, but before you can return to your work, soft footfalls catch your attention from the ceiling above.  

Your hand hovers over your surgical knife, your gut twisting as the footsteps seem to hesitate. 

As much as you will those shoes and the man connected to them to turn and leave, you’ve been anticipating this since you’d read her chart. 

To your dismay, heavy clomps descend the concrete steps before the morgue door is being swung open.

You blow out a long breath as your sanctuary is breached by the living, breathing figure you’d rather not have to face.  

He seems to sense your unwillingness, but you both know it can’t be avoided.

After a moment he clears his throat, the first note of your name brushing past his lips. But before he can even utter the syllable, you cut him off. 

“Namjoon.” 

Bracing yourself, you keep your face stoic before turning to face him.

Tall, short hair slicked back from his forehead. Dark eyes behind glasses that just enhance his good looks, an expensive suit adorning his large frame that can only be purchased at the most exclusive tailors.

The rigid creak of leather cuts the tension in the air as his gloved fist clenches the handle of his thick metal briefcase.

His full lips twitch at the edges, that familiar dimple threatening to peek out and wink at you as if it could stir your heart once more.

You’re aware of how ridiculous you both must look, two people standing in a cold morgue staring at one another probably reliving a lifetime of memories, yet you both have a job to do.

“I’ll prepare it.” You turn your back to him, willing your hand to steady as you retrieve your scalpel and go about extracting the thorny mass from the cadaver's chest cavity.

Silence fills the room for a long moment as you work before he finally steps up across from you. You only give him a glance before returning to your removal, your sharp blade delicately separating plant from human cells as he observes.  

As rare as it was for this to come across your table, it’s not as if it’s never happened.  You’re both well versed on this by now, an almost companionable quiet settling around you. 

“You’ve gotten better at the roots.” The deep timbre of his voice draws you from your inner thoughts. You merely nod, finally withdrawing the compacted blooms from the thorax.  

He settles the heavy briefcase on the table beside you, the sharp snick of the latches unlocking as you turn with the mass in your hands to gently place it inside.  

Your gaze lingers on the beautifully horrific plant, wondering about the girl they came out of and the person who’d caused her to birth them. If she’d suffered much as they slowly suffocated her.

Namjoon’s hands linger on the lid, allowing you the time with your thoughts. A sadness washes over you as you tear your eyes away and look up at the man who’d once-

“Have there been any breakthroughs?” You redirect your focus, voicing something more tangible and less melancholic.

That dimple peeks out again as he shakes his head, his tongue pushing out his lower lip the way he always does when he’s frustrated.  

“You know I’m not privy to that…but…” His gaze meets yours, dropping to your collar before quickly snapping back up.  “...but you know if I ever know-”

Your smile is your only answer as he finally snaps the lid shut, sealing away the diseased blooms within now that your part in this is through.  

With a nod, he lifts the case and turns to go, his footfalls a small relief as they signal that you can return to your routine without the intrusion of his presence trespassing on your mind.

Before you can turn back to the autopsy, he pauses at the door, his broad shoulders tensing.

Without looking back, he places a hand on the door, hesitating.  

“I’ll keep my promise. Until the moment I draw my last breath, I swear-”  

His vow rings throughout the room, and you can only feel the remnants of your heart stir like a specter; a ghost limb trying to remember the place it no longer resides.

Without another word, he pushes the door open and ascends the stairs, his heavy footfalls slowly fading as you allow the cold silence to calm your weary bones.

Your turn back to the table, the clock ticking faintly as you resume your night.

Your hand drifts up to your torso, your palm settling over the fabric that conceals your surgical scars.

You can’t help but wonder which is the preferable fate; the disease extinguishing your life like this poor soul on your table or…living but unable to love again.

You grab the tiny remote and turn on some music to drown out the intrusive hope that Namjoon’s longing eyes held, focusing on what will hopefully be the last tragic case of Hanahaki to come across your table.

[anyamaris]

Epiphany

For the @lapydiaries May's Blooming Garland, Lily of the Valley. Theme:Purity

[sanjoongie]

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 ‘𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢’𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔶

˖°𓇼Summary: Sometimes there's a reason people avoid a spot on the beach. And sometimes nothing cures survivors guilt like a little vengeance ˖°𓇼Pairing: Siren! Hwang Hyunjin x Human! Reader (f) ˖°𓇼Genre: horror, smut ˖°𓇼Au: mermaid/siren, fantasy, modern fantasy ˖°𓇼Rating: 21+, Minors/Ageless blogs Do No Interact ˖°𓇼Word Count: 2,897 ˖°𓇼Author's Note: i was going through something and this darkness lowkey got me through it so i hope this can pay it forward for anyone else. special thanks to @anyamaris for helping me with the ending and her enjoyment of all that's dark ˖°𓇼Divider by @/cursed-carmine ˖°𓇼Warnings beneath the read more~

˖°𓇼Warnings: ⚠️please mind the warnings 🛑✋️if you can not handle gore, please turn back now!, DD:DNE (dead dove: do not eat), cannibalism, death, descriptions of eating bones and flesh, splitting headaches, descriptions of dead bodies, throwing up, grief from death, panic attack, descriptions of fear, mourning, survivor's guilt, near-drowning, revenge best served cold, descriptions of carving a chunk of flesh from your thigh, bleeding, using a knife on yourself, salt water in wound, sexual innuendos towards licking a wound, pain=pleasure, mind manipulation via siren powers, brainwashing, descriptions of pain, siren venom making you pliant as well, unreliable narrator, oral (m), descriptions of a merman's dick, implications of interspecies mating, killing a merman, character death

All you can hear is a wet, crunching noise. It could be anything really if you let your mind wander aimlessly, which it seems to be doing right now. You’re not aware of where you are or how you got here but that one thing that keeps getting you to focus is that wet, crunching noise.

You feel like you should attempt to open your eyes. Something is prompting you to gain consciousness. But it’s so hard. Your eyelids don’t want to open. And your thoughts seem to go in and out. The darkness is comforting. You don’t want to know what’s going on right now.

But why?

That’s all that it takes for you to fight a little bit more. Maybe you should open your eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t be surfing your unconsciousness like you’re on an innertube at some water resort's lazy river. Maybe you should know what the fuck is making that wet, crunching noise. 

You groan and press the heel of your hand against your forehead. It feels like someone has driven an icepick through your eyeball, lobotomy-approved.

crunch crunch plop crunch crunch plop

Your eyes peer into the dimly lit air. Moisture envelopes you, bringing a shiver to your spine. What in the world was making that noise?

You blink heavily and slowly but surely, like a camera lens coming into focus, your pupils dilate so that you can see through the murky shadows of your location.

At first, your brain can only focus on the jerking of your friend's body. Their eyes gaze lifelessly into the darkness, unblinking as if starting some kind of staring contest. Then you follow the odd red lines that run along her sternum. Weird, you didn't remember seeing them earlier today. Those lines lead to jagged edges of flesh.

Your eyes stop following the path suddenly, dropping back to her stiff hand that keeps jerking with the rest of her body.

Crunch plop plop

You don't want to look up. Your brain is begging you to just turn and leave this scene behind. But the curiousness deep inside your monkey brain, the one that circumvents any survival instincts, wins.

So your eyes drag upwards. Following the jerking body. Following the red lines. Following the jagged flesh. And meet glowing eyes.

The eyes, bright with the light of sun shining through a hole high in the ceiling of whatever cave you've been dragged into, blink slowly. Studying you. Watching you. 

But it's not the eyes you should be worried about.

It's the mouth.

Those sharp teeth, serrated to eat flesh. The jaw, moving up and down to manage the chucks into smaller pieces. The lower face that is covered in blood and gore and--

That's as far as you make it until you have to bend over and empty your stomach. Something humanoid is eating your friend and all you can manage to do is be sick over it.

You don't get to have a hero moment where you grab a rock and rush at the thing eating her. You don't shout for it to stop. You simply release all the sea water and food you had earlier, tears streaming down your face.

You cough and spit for a moment and that's when the terrifying crunch crunch plop stops.

And what replaces it is a slow, dry, dragging noise that sends goosebumps over your skin.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and watch with horror as the creature drags itself down from the pile of bodies and towards you.

You freeze. All you can do is take in the damp, tangled hair, the broad torso, and the long tail that appears as a fish does.

Is this what a real mermaid looks like? No, not a benevolent mermaid. A siren of legend, one that coaxes their victims to eat them.

“You're unlucky you awoke early,” The creature muses. “Or perhaps lucky, given the situation.”

It's as if, as soon as the siren opens its mouth, everything seems a lot better. You're not thinking about the blood on his mouth or the matted hair or the animal-like reflective eyes. Instead, you see a gorgeous creature, half man, half fish, before you.

“Why lucky?” You find yourself voicing.

“I am full now so I won't be needing you any longer.”

You nod, like that makes perfect sense. “I see.”

The siren purses their lips to the side in thought. “Although I don't know exactly how you'll leave here.”

You shrug, like the thought doesn't even matter. “I'm okay, as long as I'm here with you.”

The creature rolls their eyes. “You humans truly are that weak.”

The graceful, handsome siren uses his large, muscled arms to pull himself into the turquoise waters and you begin to keen at being left behind. 

That’s when your senses came back to you. Or rather, the siren’s effects wore off. Then you realized you were alone in a cave with your dead friends.

You scrambled back, as far away as you could be from the pile of corpses until rough rock scraped your bare back. Then you started to sob into your hands. 

This was all supposed to be a fun, local seaside vacation. Why did this happen? One minute you had all been splashing in the shallows, having found a spot on the beach that both the locals and other vacationers had vacated and--

You choked on your grief and fear. Why the fuck had you been the only one that was left? Images of your friends, laughing and carefree, flashed through your mind. This was fucked up. And now you were stuck in their tomb?

You claw at your throat like you can’t catch your breath. You were going to suffocate in this cave, breathing in deadly fumes from the dead, and then what? Would that creature eat from you once you were dead? Would your body be an open protein bowl for it?

You shake your head. You may not be a hero or a warrior but you are one thing--a survivor. 

You plunge into the pool from which the siren also escaped to. You swam down, following a tunnel until murky, seaweed-filled water revealed a lighter patch. You barely climb your way to the surface but you do make it.

The story of your gruesomely murdered friends never makes it to the front page. For who would believe you? And so you carefully curate the story of a strong undertow stealing your friends from you, being the only one not swimming that day. Despite your warnings about the area known for such, as you had discovered was most likely the excuse for anyone else that had died in that area, you were squeaky clean and sent on your way.

Squeaky clean--you scoffed at the way that not one person blamed you for your friend's death. Throughout the funerals back to back, you smile and weep, but no one blames you at all. 

You blame yourself, however. You didn't make it out of that cave because of some brilliance or abilities, no, the creature that had devoured all your friends simply had a case of his eyes being too big for his stomach. The audacity that you survived because of blind luck drove you mad with guilt. Unable to handle it, you took the extra time you had off to deal with your trauma and went back to the beach where it had all started.

You had a plan, you see. 

As it turns out. You weren’t the hero. Or a survivor. You were actually the grey area in between good and victim. You were going to enact revenge on the damn siren. He had grabbed your life and shook it up like an etch’n’sketch. You planned on returning the favor.

You make your way to the same inlet that your friends had insisted were the best kept secret on this shore. You walk until the waves gently lap at your thighs. You wanted to wear the same suit that you wore on that faithful day but the police had long confiscated that. Still, you had gone to the same store and bought the same style, only in a different color. The only thing different about today is that you had brought a sharp paring knife with you today. 

You breath in deeply, letting it out slowly through your nose and then you begin to carve a piece of meat from your thigh. You made sure it was a fatty part and no where near your main arterie. You bit down on your lip, the pain radiating through your body, but you were determined to see this through. 

Once you had a chunk of flesh, you threw it into the ocean. The salt water lapped at your open wound and you hissed as the pain exemplified. Still, your eyes remained on the horizon. 

You didn’t see anything at first. You hoped that your chunk of flesh wouldn’t go to a normal fish to nibble on like forgotten bait. And then you saw the flash of tail and beamed triumphantly. You had lured the siren to your location. 

The details were fuzzy on how he had taken you all but this time your senses were sharp with the pain. The siren launched himself out of the water with his powerful tail, leaping like a dolphin through a wave. He pounced on you like a true predator, webbed claws digging shallowly into your neck and shoulders. He hummed a tune that made you docile as his venom pumped into you. 

You felt your eyes being covered in his glamor, not until his inner eyelids that kept them safe from the water. The half fish half man appeared like a wet dream. His hair dripped down to his shoulders in a tangle that only made you want to dive your fingers into it. His shoulders were broad, his chest lean but muscular. The torso dipped into a small waist and that’s where his humanity ended. His fish tail shimmered with rainbows and glitter. He was breathtaking.

You opened your mouth to speak his praises but the siren pressed a finger to your lips. “Wait until we’re somewhere more intimate for your words of adoration,” He said, eyes disappearing into crescent moons and sparkling with mischief.

You nod and soon the siren is taking you back to his cave. The secret to him taking you to his underwater cave was revealed as well. It seemed that the siren had the ability to breath air into your lungs as you travelled underwater. He simply had to slot his lips to yours, expand your lungs with his own hair and you were fine once again for a few minutes. 

Your body to clung to the siren until at last he deposited you to the charming grotto. There was a nest of soft moss, dry and away from the water’s edge. He pushed you to sit up there, remaining in the pool of water in the cave.

The siren spreads his legs and his finger circles the gaping wound in your thigh. “Did you do this for me?” he wonders, chewing on his lip. 

You cup his head adoringly. “You gave me a new purpose to life. How could I not come back to see you?”

The merman cocks his head curiously. “You are different, human.”

You giggle as if he told you were the prettiest human he had ever come across. “Thank you.”

“Can I taste you?” The siren asks cautiously. His eyes try to meet your eyes but they are drawn back to the hole you created. 

You nod slowly and his mouth descends to the wound. His sharp, red tongue traces the outside and then it enters the hole. He hums with pleasure, eyes fluttering softly as he tastes your blood and flesh. You shudder through the pain… or is it pleasure as well?

“Would you gift me with your name?” You sigh softly.

The siren pulls his mouth from your wound. “Hyunjin.”

“Hyunjin.” You repeat his name like it’s enjoyable to simply utter it from your lips. “Will you allow me to taste you as well?”

Hyunjin sends you a look of interest but also confusion. “How so?”

Your eyes travel down his beautiful body. “How do mermaids and mermen make merchildren?”

Hyunjin’s eyes darken perceptively. “You wish to taste my seed?”

You moan loudly. “Yes, please.”

Hyunjin hauls himself to the lip that you sit on, leaning forward flirtaciously. “I’ve never done this with a human before.”

“Show me,” You whisper with hunger. 

Hyunjin brings his fingers to his pelvis. A bump, a shell almost, unfurls like a flower to reveal what must be the head of his cock. “You must coax it, human.”

You practically collapse against Hyunjin’s lap to bring your tongue and mouth to the opening in his pelvis. You lick and trace the head until it slowly but surely rises up out of his body. It’s head is quite different than a human’s cockhead. It is flat, flared out like flower. It’s length is quite long, rising inches and inches out of his opening. You laugh in delight until it seals against your lips. Your tongue can still run along it’s slit and play with it, but the flat end has suctioned against you like a lip mask. 

Hyunjin leans backwards as he receives the pleasure you provide. “It seals like that to ensure no seed is lost between the exchange,” He breathes heavily. “You see our seeds are rare and precious.”

You wrap both of your hands around the length of Hyunjin, able to amply pump the gratuitous length. He is covered with his own slick and it seams to give him even more pleasure. 

“Oh seas,” He curses softly. “That feels good, human.”

You pump him and lick him, hoping that he’s never felt like this before. Because who would waste precious seed on a blowjob? Or was this a suckjob? Either way you work his length as quickly and well as you can, hoping and praying that he will release his seed into your mouth.

The siren seems overcome with pleasure and with a deep, loud groan, you feel the seed press against your lips. You receive it eagerly, curling your tongue around it carefully. Once Hyunjin has released his seed to you, the suction against your lips is released. His cock receeds back into the cup and it closes carefully. 

You sit up and watch in happiness at the panting sitren that you have created. He looks debauched and delicious, leaning on his arms, enjoying his come down. You play with the round shape in your mouth, waiting for his attention to come back to you.

“That was…human, how did you…?” The siren opens his eyes and they narrow on your slightly. “What’s that in your mouth?”

You push the round item to purse it between your lips. Hyunjin’s eyes widen in surprise. “My seed? I released it to you?”

You pop it back into your mouth and play with it further, feeling rather pleased with yourself. 

Hyunjin is feeling the exact opposite, however. Panic covers his face and he lunges at you. His hand clutches your jaw. “Give it back to me. Right. Now.”

You shake your head despite his tight hold of your face. It was your prize and you weren’t going to give it back so easily.

Hyunjin changes tactics. “Come now, pretty human, if you give me back my seed, I can show you what my cock can do for you. It isn’t fair you gave me all the pleasure and took none for your own.”

His free hand smoothes over your knee and up your thigh. His finger dips into your wound and jolts through you. The pain slices through your happiness and you remember your plan with what you were going to do with Hyunjin’s seed. 

The pearl of Hyunjin’s essence, for that is what the seed was; it was apart of Hyunjin’s life force, to create a new life. The mermen and mermaids exchange it back and forth until enough life force is absorbed into the mermaid that they create a merchild. That would never work with a human. But it was tied to Hyunjin’s life.

You push the pearl between your moral and with a pleased smile, you crack it between your teeth. Hyunjin clutches his chest, clearly in pain. His claw digs deeper into your wound and you cry out, but it doesn’t stop you from mashing the pearl in between your teeth until it’s powder. 

Hyunjin glares at you balefully, hatred emanating from his foreign, fish eyes. His body slips into the water, boneless and not resistant against returning back to the sea. For that’s what he was destined to do when he died. In one moment, he was half man and half fish and then next he was foam splashing against the cave’s inner walls. 

The glamor is gone as soon as you finished swallowing Hyunjin’s life essence. Your wound is spilling blood and it hurts like a bitch but you could give two fucks if you make it out of this cave this time. Because you had won the war between siren and human this time. This time you weren’t the victim. This time you were the champion.

[anyamaris]

TOPAZ! Oh my goodness, TOPAZ! This is brilliantly gory and twisted, the disturbing darkness of him is just gloriously fantastic!

Seriously, the visuals from this have me just squealing in delight and disgust! The vivid depiction of the beginning, and the way she returns - AH just master class in weaving a whole story in such a short fic! I'm wonderfully creeped out and grinning like a moron, I absolutely adore it and I will need you to write more horror please.

[sanjoongie]

🄶🅁🄴🅈 🄰🅁🄴🄰

🩶Pairing: Grey Jedi! Kim Jungkook x Mandalorian! Reader

🩶Au: star wars, sci fi, mandalorian, jedi

🩶genre: smut

🩶trope: enemies to lovers

🩶rating: 18+, MDNI

🩶Warnings: mentions of lightsaber battles, death, dismemberment, laser pistol fighting, ⚠DUBCON⚠ (jungkook uses his sith powers to manipulate the reader to do some questionable things), dirty thoughts, breast play, body worship, begging, oral (f), unprotected sex, slight degradation, praise kink, biting, aftercare mentioned

🩶word count: 3,642

🩶summary: When you go to avenge your brother’s death, you did not expect to find the jedi who had killed him merciful, or hot, or capable of twisting your mind and body exactly how he wanted.

🩶divider by @cafekitsune

🩶author's note: I wouldn't have written this without @anyamaris & @pars-ley encouragement. What started as a payback plot bunny turned into going back to my roots. I hope you can enjoy!

Your android, B0-0M, chirped at you as you stayed low to the ground, your scanner looking for any movement at the encampment below the cliff you were laying on.

“No, Boom,” You said fondly, pushing it back from the edge. “I’m not sending you on recon.”

The android made a small noise of sadness and her wheel whirled as she moved behind you. You chuckle at her disappointment.

You were hunting Jedi today. More specifically, the Jedi that had killed your brother.

You may have love your brother with all your heart but you knew in your heart of hearts when he took up the contract to kill a jedi that he was in over his head.

“Come on,” Your baby brother flashed his dimples at you. “It’s the contract of a lifetime! Imagine me, Django Eldoradon, a killer of Jedi. I think our ancestors would be proud.”

Tears filled in your ducts and you let them stream down your cheeks under your helmet.

“Better to honor them with your life than your death,” You whispered to yourself.

Your throat tightened as the flap to the small abandoned hut finally fluttered but it was not the Jedi that came out. Instead, it was a small child. He ran around outside as if he didn't have a care in the world. And when he found a stick, he began to swing it around like it was a…

No, it couldn't be. The Jedi were near extinct. Had the grey one found a Force sensitive child to train?!

You closed your eyes and were reminded of the bleak remains of your brother. The charred flesh from the lightsaber will never leave your olfactory senses. His head had been removed and his arm. The jedi had no sense of mercy when he killed your brother. You would not be like him.

“Boom, I have a job for you.”

Boom whistled and wheeled her way to where you were slowly shuffling backwards. You sat up when you were no longer in view of the cliffs and patted her on her head.

“I need you to distract the child down there. Preferably lure him away from the camp. Pretend you’re playing a game with him, anything. Just keep him away from the camp until I call for you, can you do that?”

Boom did a fancy twirl, making happy noises and then wheeled off down the trail that had taken you up to the top of the cliffs.

Unfortunately, the Jedi had decided to leave the hut at the most inopportune moment.

The Jedi ruffled the youngling’s hair and then moved to two swords leaning against the hut. He tossed one to the youngling and took a fighting stance. You whispered for Boomie to halt her progress, to wait for a better moment to lure the youngling away. Instead, you had to endure watching as the Jedi fondly corrected the youngling’s stance and adjusted the wooden sword in his hand and patiently taught him more.

Problem number two was when the Jedi took off his shirt because of the exercise and the rising morning sun’s temperature. You had the perfect view of the way his broad back muscles rippled as he whirled his wooden blade, suddenly showing off for the youngling, who applauded in wonder.

You rolled your eyes. This Jedi was just another arrogant man. The world would be better without him.

A tinge of regret for what may become of the youngling echoed in your heart but you shook your head. You couldn't care for everyone. And the only person who had truly mattered to you had been killed by the man down the cliff. There was only one thing left to do: kill him.

The Jedi broke to go to a rain barrell for some water. The youngling did not follow him, instead opting to try whirling the practice blade by himself.

“Now, Boomie!” You whispered excitedly.

Your droid zoomed over, doing all sorts of exciting tricks and lured the child away from the hut and completely out of view and hearing of what might happen when you killed the Jedi.

You secured your hookshot around a rock and silently let yourself down the cliff. By the time you had your blaster aimed at the Jedi’s head, he finished drinking the water from the barrel.

“I was wondering when you were going to come down from your hiding place,” The Jedi said, without even the decency of turning around and facing you. “Your anger radiated from the top of that cliff all morning.”

You sneered under your helmet. “I’ve come to claim the bounty on your head, Jedi Scum.”

“Oh that old thing is still around?” The Jedi turned around, leaning against the water barrel. “How much is it up to now?” The smirk on his face only fed into your anger. “Two Mandalorians in a span of a few days, so it must be pretty high.”

“I didn’t come here to listen to you brag about yourself. Will you defend yourself or will I simply shoot you in the head and be done with this,” You snapped.

The Jedi took a fighting stance. With his saber drawn, the laser growing and glowing grey of all colors, he motioned with two fingers. His eyes danced as if he found this whole situation amusing. What a fucking arrogant Jedi!

With a shout, you launched yourself upwards for the advantage of a higher vantage point with your jetpack thrusters working quickly. You shot at the Jedi but he deflected your blaster’s shots. You barely avoided one and the other made you adjust lower. You shot your hookshot at the Jedi but he simply jerked his head to the side before it could wrap around his neck. With reflexes quicker than anything you had ever encountered, his hand shot out and grabbed the wire. He pulled with all his might, jerking you down and back to the ground. You rolled on the ground, head over heels, and in a stance to shoot at Jungkook again. Still, his lightsaber deflected them all. You managed to use your vambrace to block the reflected shots as you stood, the beskar steel doing its magic.

Briefly, you wondered, if this was also when your brother felt the hopelessness of fighting a Jedi.

The Jedi held out his hand and suddenly you couldn't move a muscle. He briskly walked to where you stood, frozen in place.

“I knew you couldn't win the battle without using your Jedi tricks. You’re nothing without your Force,” You spat.

“The Force is the entire reason I am who I am,” The Jedi announced. His eyes narrowed. “But what’s your story?”

His eyes drilled into yours and you swallowed. You felt like your memories were being sifted through. Flashes of your life passed through your mind. Your childhood. The slow stretch as a teenager. The arduous journey as an adult. The recent death of your brother at the hands of a Jedi. The way you studied the Jedi on top of the cliff.

A slow smirk pulled at his lips and then his tongue played at the lip piercing.

“Revenge for your brother? How original,” The Jedi poked at you verbally.

“This isn’t a story for you to yawn at, Jedi scum, this is my life!” You snarled.

“It’s Jungkook, not Jedi Scum.” Jungkook paced in front of you, seemingly unbothered by your response. “Seeing as how I’m clearly at an advantage here, I have a proposal for you. If you can resist my powers in manipulating you, I will allow you to kill me.”

The shock of his words made your brow furrow in confusion. “Why would you do that?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I’m curious as to how much of a Mandalorian you are. Pitting your resistance against my powers is interesting.”

“And if you win?”

“Then you will cease in your attempts to kill me. I don’t wish to be continuously watching my back for a Viroblade in it.”

This was your chance to get revenge for your brother. Everyone always said how stubborn you were. Wouldn’t that equate to a Jedi attempting to manipulate you? You had to try.

“Deal,” You spat.

Jungkook grinned. “Splendid.” The Jedi released you from the force and you had control over your body. Or so you thought.

You felt pressure in your brain immediately. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t physical. It was sudden thoughts that didn’t seem like your own. Such as the way your fingers itched to cup your breasts. You most certainly did not want to do that. Then came the thought that you should ditch your armor. No? Perhaps your helmet?

“Wha…what are you doing?” You stuttered.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Why, manipulating you, Mandalorian.”

You shook your head. This was absurd. Shouldn’t he be trying to get you to point your gun at yourself? Shoot your hookshot around your neck? Use your jetpack to fly yourself into the cliff face???

Except more thoughts that had nothing to do with your death continued to permeate your mind, each one becoming harder and harder to resist. Thoughts of sucking Jungkook’s length and the weight of it on your tongue. Thoughts of wrapping your legs around Jungkook’s waist as he thrusted into you. Thoughts of--

You were sweating now. You gritted your teeth and said, “What is the point of this?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Are you tempted?”

You swallowed as imagery began to filter into your mind: Jungkook’s head between your thighs, lapping at your inner folds. His hands molding against your breasts, massaging them with interest. His lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss that had you licking your lips.

“No,” You growled. At least you attempted to growl. It sounded more like a whine.

“No?”

“These are dirty tricks, Jedi,” you murmured.

“Surely you’re aware I do not follow the strict teachings of the Jedi. You’ve seen my lightsaber. I’ve killed your brother. Dirty tricks all well within my abilities. Shall we try some more?”

A loud whimper pulled from your throat as you felt a throbbing between your legs. Wetness gushed out of you as if you had just had an orgasm. The ache inside of you was almost immeasurable. You felt almost dumb with lust.

“Ju-jungkook,” You protested.

“Giving up?”

You opened your mouth to decline, to argue, but you found your inner thoughts brought to the forefront of your brain. They brushed against your inner sanctum; wondering if his shoulders rippled as he changed stances while practising his forms for the youngling he was protecting. The way he had twitched his fingers to encourage you to come and attack him when you had launched an attack on him. The glimmer of amusement in the dark orbs of his. Thoughts you had stuffed into the far recesses of your mind, to never see the light of day, were bright as day in your mind now.

“St-stop that,” You demanded.

Jungkook hummed in disagreement, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. This fight has to have an end. It’s either you win or I do.”

Your entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat now with the mental resistance. You stripped off your gloves in an attempt to find some relief. Then your helmet came off. Then your chest plate. You pulled at the turtleneck of your bodysuit, but still you were hotter than the two suns on Tatooine.

Those same fingers continue to move down your collarbones, pushing the front zipper down your torso. It managed to make its way halfway down your chest before you snapped out of it. The air licked at your sweaty skin and you sighed.

“All you have to do is let go and all this can stop,” Jungkook crooned. “I can help you with the relief. Remove your clothes and show me your battle-hardened body. Flick your nipples for me, I’m sure they’re a beautiful color and deserve to feel the morning light on them?”

“I will not break,” You vowed.

“Oh, you will,” Jungkook said with confidence that only a Jedi carried. “I can feel it in your mind. How much you wish to let go of it all and sink into the pleasure.”

“That’s you projecting,” You denied.

You kicked off your boots to further relieve the heat in your body. Your leggings were gone too. You felt like a flame licked at every bit of your skin that was covered. The urge to get naked pulled at you greatly. The slick between your legs, the ache to be filled, pushed at you even more.

Jungkook paced around you. “You’re a valiant warrior. Strong, capable, and beautiful. It’s not a loss to let yourself go to your baser instincts. We are human after all.”

“Aren’t you a Jedi? Don’t you hold yourself to a code?” You attempted to distract yourself with words.

“You saw my saber. I simply act for the balance. A bad act for a good one. A good act for a bad one. The cycle repeats and I maintain my stance.”

“That’s awfully arrogant of you.”

“It is simply what I am tasked with, Mandalorian.” Jungkook shrugged his broad shoulders. He walked behind you and you could feel his lips against the shell of your ear. “Break for me. I can give you pleasure that you’ve only ever dreamed of as some merc grunted over you.”

“Get the fuck out of my head,” You hissed.

“Oh, but it’s so fun in there,” Jungkook mused. “You’ve never had a man taste you before. Should I be the first? How you will gasp as my wet appendage teases your throbbing clit.”

“Stop it,” You grunted. You clenched down on nothing, pressing your thighs together.

“But oh, how you want it, Mandalorian?” Jungkook chuckled. The Jedi’s hands hovered over the curves of your body. You wanted to lean into his touch. All you had to do was--

Your breasts filled his cupped hands and you both groaned at the feeling. His rough palms and callused fingers squeezed your tits and played with your nipples. Pleasure rippled through your body and you whined.

The Jedi made quick work of the rest of your clothing and took you inside of his makeshift hut. He laid you gently on the bed of blankets and pillows in the corner.

“You should be commended for your fight.” Jungkook’s eyes danced merrily.

HIs lips refused to leave any of your skin untouched. The column of your throat, the line of your jaw, the stretch of your collarbone. His descent between your breasts was torturous. You arched your back, needing him to touch your nipples but he refused. He kissed your hip bone and the inside of your thighs and your calves but he did not dip his tongue in between your thighs like he promised. It was like he was pulling a sentence from your mouth without the mind tricks.

“Please,” You rasped.

“I want to hear you say it,” Jungkook said huskily.

You groaned in frustration. Your hands dug into his hair and pulled hard. Suddenly, your tense thighs were on either side of his head. “Lick me,” You demanded.

Jungkook’s arms wrapped around your thighs and he brought his lips to your lower ones. You could have sworn you saw a smirk on his lips but it didn’t matter when they were wrapped around your clit.

Your back bowed as intense pleasure shot through all the nerves in your body. You gasped and thrusted your cunt further onto Jungkook’s face. The Jedi groaned as his tongue paused to lap at the delicate nerve. As much as you hated to admit it, he had been right. You had never felt something so good before. Your finger was nothing compared to Jungkook’s tongue on you.

It was quick to bring you to completion, your thighs shaking and your hands in his hair tugging. You groaned, unhappy with the quick orgasm.

“Is… is that it?” You demanded.

Jungkook snorted. “Hardly.”

Your body was raised without further ado, and you found yourself on your side. Jungkook was quick to settle down behind you, also on his side. He lifted your upper leg up, hooked his leg with your lower one, and thrusted between your legs.

You whimpered as your sensitive core was prodded by his cock.

“This time, you will say it, Mandalorian. Or I won’t enter you. No matter how much you say please. I want to hear what you want,” Jungkook grunted.

Your pride rippled between your desire and your anger. The last thing you wanted to do was bow to a Jedi, let alone the exact one that had killed your brother. But there was a pull, a need, a desire that held a flame akin to your need to battle. Certainly, there was fight in your Mandolorian blood, but wasn’t fucking there too?

You growled. “Get out of my head,” You insisted.

Jungkook giggled. He let go of your leg with his hand and stroked your body instead. One hand caressing the swell of your breast and the other ran along your inner thigh. “but you’re so fun to play with.”

He continued to rut against you, smearing your wetness along your folds and your thigh in a mess that made you grit your teeth. True to his word, he did not penetrate you.

“How can you…?”

“Intense concentration.”

You sighed. “Jungkook.”

“Say the words and I’ll give you my all.”

You swallowed loudly. Somehow, you believed it.

You licked your lips in preparation for what was coming your way. “Fuck me,” You whispered.

All it took was the Jedi to angle his hips differently and then he was spearing right into you. You let out the most lascivious groan that had ever left your lips in your entire life. Being filled to the core with a cock that knew exactly what it was doing was a completely and utterly different feeling than being rutted into because of a battle won.

Jungkook dotted kisses up the side of your neck and he slowly thrusted into you. “You are so fucking wet for me, Mandolorian.”

“I…” Words were lost on your tongue. You couldn't have even said your own name at that moment. All you could focus on was the way your insides were churning with lust.

“Gone dumb already?” Jungkook laughed silently against your skin. “I told you I’d make you feel like nothing you had ever experienced.”

Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your upper chest to hold you in place, his thrusts shoving you upwards unwittingly. Both your hands dug into his bicep as you whimpered.

“That’s it, show me how good you can take me,” Jungkook whispered against the shell of your ear.

All you could manage was to hold on as Jungkook continued to fuck up into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The Jedi was right; you were utterly dumb on his cock. All you focused on was the way he slipped into you and out, pleasure radiating from your lower stomach and through every vein in your body. You were on fire and soothed at the same time.

“You can be a good girl for me and come, huh?” Jungkook grunted into your shoulder. His mouth was against the skin there, tongue making circles there and his teeth teasing a bite.

“Please,” was all you could murmur.

“That’s it, just along for the ride, aren’t you? Riding my cock so well, just like I knew you would.”

Your back arched, head cast back against Jungkook’s shoulder and lower half pushing back against his pelvis as your climax hit you like a two tonne bantha. You screamed his name as bright lights painted the back of your eyelids. The pleasure was insurmountable.

“Good girl,” was the last thing you heard and then Jungkook grunted, releasing inside of you.

He rode out his high as you came down from your own. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve had a Mandalorian before. If I had known, I might have fucked your brother instead of killing him.” And then he bit down into your shoulder as he thrusted slower and slower inside of you.

If you had energy, you would have punched the Jedi, but you had nothing more to give.

When you woke up later that day, you were in your inner suit and completely cleaned up. You could smell something good being cooked and the laughter of a child. Your brain only caught up with you when you heard the happy chirps of B0-0M.

You sat up quickly and groaned as your thighs protested any movement.

“You're safe,” The Jedi reassured you.

You rolled your eyes. “I've never been safe my entire life.”

“Well for now, no one will hurt you while I'm here.”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth in annoyance. “I tried to kill you earlier.”

Jungkook chuckled. “And I fucked you earlier.”

You huffed. “I’m going to find my armor.”

Before you could make it to the door, Jungkook was there, Force Speed lending to his steps. “Don’t.”

“I didn't come here to cement a future,” You scoffed.

Jungkook stared at you. “I didn’t say that. I just said that for today, you don’t have to worry.”

You avoided his seemingly all-knowing gaze. “I’m going to get my armor now, Jedi.”

Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder. “At least stay the night. Niki is enjoying your droid's presence. He hasn’t had a lot to laugh about for most of his life.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, crossing your arms under your breasts. “I hope you’re a good cook.” You made your way to a stool by the fire that Jungkook had been cooking at.

Jungkook smiled happily, moving back to the fire. “Whatever you need.”

[anyamaris]

I AM LITERALLY CRYING REAL TEARS HERE.

Oh my god...like when you first told me about this, I was already dying for it but it's so far beyond expectation that I want to go outside and scream and make everyone I see read this fucking masterpiece. This is literally the most fucking amazing thing ever and on May the Fourth it just...I've ascended.

B0-0M is my new favorite character ever....the ending with the child and B0-0M? (No spoilers for the those who haven't read ofc) AND OMG THE...THE SMUT? THE BACK MUSCLES? THE LIP RING? THE REFERENCES? Only you could have done this.

Only you. You're a fucking master. I am but a mere padawan. I shall forever bow to you. GOD ITS-I could write forever about this. I NEED MORE OF THESE.

[anyamaris]

Reblogging because on reread, I second my ranting and raving about this, and it needs to be read by everyone everywhere. JEDI JUNGKOOK FOREVER!

God, I need more from this. Let me get my wallet.

[sanjoongie]

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🤎Summary: this jedi knight's mission is to retrieve some precious cargo from a brothel--you, an abducted citizen crucial to this jedi's future. already addicted to Spice, he has but one option when push comes to shove--show the Pyke's he's here for cunt 🤎Pairing: Jedi Knight! Kang Yeosang x Brothel Slave! Reader (f) 🤎Genre: smut 🤎Au: sci fi, star wars 🤎Trope: strangers to lovers 🤎Warnings: mind manipulation (he's using his jedi mind tricks for good), for the mission to blend in Yeosang pretends to be cruel and uncaring, oral (m), sex with no protection, dom! yeosang, sub! reader, sci-fi drug consumption, ⚠️dub con⚠️, praise kink, tsundere kink(?) 🤎Rated: 18+, MDNI 🤎Word Count: 2,445 🤎Author's Note: @anyamaris this is for you for the lovely halloween san you wrote me. A topaz never forgets her debts 💞 🤎divider by @thecutestgrotto

Yeosang pulls the hood of his cape over his head more securely. He glances at the sandstone building, but that was the only part of it that was nondescript. The large neon sign that proclaimed it was a brothel was gaudy enough. 

The Jedi Knight’s lips tighten in determination. His mission this evening, in the light of a tiny crescent double moon, was to retrieve a civilian from the brothel. They had been kidnapped and sold into slavery. As a woman, an easy way for her to pay for her cost was to put her on her back and work for it. The true problem lay in the fact that said person was tied to his future in some way. All he knows from the brief echo the force has gifted him with is that you need to be removed from the brothel for him to fulfill his destiny. 

But Yeosang isn’t about to enter the front door and announce his presence. With a small smirk, a quirk of his lips really, he bends his knees and Force Jumps to a third floor cullis. His hands grasp the metalwork and hauls himself through the open window. 

Yeosang had acquired the information from a Rodian earlier by using the Force that this was your room. He knows he’s proven right when the Force whispers into his mind. His eyes quickly adjust to the darkness of your room and find your form.

At first Yeosang believes that you’re slumbering but when he leans over the bed you're lounging in, he realizes you’re simply in a state of drugged out. Yeosang sighs sympathetically. He’s not sure if it's a blessing that you’re barely aware of your surroundings. It was typical that the Pyke’s give their whores enough Spice to allow them to be pliant for their paying clientele. 

Yeosang views the lovebites and bruises on your body. You’ve certainly been used in this scenario. Yeosang hovers his hand over your forehead and focuses on your inner thoughts. They’re disjumbled and he has to pinpoint his inner peace to maintain his sanity. Luckily, he gets you lucid enough so that you can understand the situation.

“I’m here to rescue you,” Yeosang's deep voice rumbles from his chest.

Your eyes widen at your moment of clarity. “What?”

Yeosang licks his lips. “There is no time. I am a Jedi Knight. I need you to follow my every command.” His eyes steel straight into yours with determination. “I will get you out of here tonight.”

All you can do is nod, biting down on your lip. His sideprofile is lit up by the sliver of moonlight. You believe this is a dream your subconscious has cooked up. Because how could a Jedi be that beautiful and be sent here to save your sorry ass?

A Pyke guard bumbles into the room. “Who are you? This whore isn’t slated for any client right now.”

Yeosang waves his hand. “I have paid for the entire night with this client.”

The Pyke guard frowns. He pulls out a pad and double checks. “No, this one is slated to be downstairs entertainment at this hour.”

Yeosang’s face remained calm. The Pykes had been trained to resist Jedi Mind Tricks. This was about to make his mission infinitely harder. He smiles sweetly. “Of course. I just wanted a sneak peak at what I was enjoying this evening,” he says smoothly. 

The Pyke guard doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll be escorting her downstairs then…” He scoots around Yeosang. He grips your arm tightly and shakes you. “Come, slave, it’s time for you to make some money.”

You sway in his hold. Yeosang remains calm but he does not appreciate the way you’re treated like an object. He follows the guard down to the ground floor of the brothel. There is a seat elevated at the back of the room, fit for a king. A Pyke is sitting there already. He must be the leader he had been debriefed about. 

“Who is this?” The Pyke leader demands.

“I found him in her room,” The guard reveals. He throws your body onto the raised platform in the middle of the room.

The Pyke leader narrows his eyes at Yeosang. “What is your purpose here?”

“It’s a brothel, isn’t it?” Yeosang replies evenly. “I believe my purpose is self-evident.”

“You’re not like the regular locals,” The leader persists. His eyes rake over Yeosang’s dressing. “In fact, you appear like a Jedi.”

Yeosang bent his neck in deference. “Indeed, I am not a local. But I am no Jedi. Would a Jedi visit a brothel? Surely they are trained that passion is not a virtue as Jedi.”

The Jedi Knight watches as the gears in the Pyke Leader’s head turn and turn. He’s formulating a plan to test the Jedi. Yeosang knows not to underestimate this particular leader. There was a reason why he was one of the best at smuggling Spice through the galaxy. 

“Prove it. Fuck the girl.”

Yeosang’s feet move towards his mission’s objective. It behooves his mission to convince the Pyke leader that he is just a foreigner looking for some relief after some deep space travelling. “If you’re offering her up, why not?”

The guard moves to swat Yeosang for his cheeky words but the leader holds up his hand. “I’ll allow it. If he’s a Jedi, he shouldn’t be swayed by a soft body and wet cunt.”

Yeosang loosens his hold on his discipline of his body. You moan softly on the dias, turning slightly, as if every shift of your scant clothing is stimulation. You are a temptation that typically wouldn’t rouse Yeosang but his body stirs at the sight of you, pliant and willing. 

The small amount of clarity that Yeosang had gifted you allowed you to be more aware of your surroundings but it did nothing for the way the drug kept you wet and turned on. You hear the Pyke Leader commanding the Jedi to fuck you and it had caused you to moan. He was a statue that came to life.

You push your upper body to a sitting position and crawl across the dais to meet Yeosang as he steps onto it. You tip your head back to look up at the Jedi and you moan softly again. His body is carved into perfection. The way his hair is lifted off his beautiful features makes your heart skip a beat. His eyes are brown and soulful. 

Yeosang looks down at you with dispassionate eyes. His hand gently grips your hair, guiding you towards his cock. “Get me hard and wet, slave. Do your job.”

Your mouth practically salivates at the thought of him in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You’re not sure if it’s the Spice talking or if it’s your own libido, but it’s much better than the slim, three fingered Pykes fucking you from behind like animals. 

“She drips on the dias,” The Pyke leader muses.

There is indeed a puddle under your pussy. But you have no shame in this moment, only eyes for the Jedi with the thick cock pressing up against his baggy pants. 

“That’s because she recognizes who her true master is,” Yeosang says without a drip of malice. He’s cold, so cold. It only makes you drip even more.

You quickly pull his pants down to his thighs and engulf his length into your mouth. bob up and down, struggling a little with his girth, but doing your best. Drool pools past the corners of your mouth, as you cough and gag. It’s a messing blow job at best but Yeosang is twitching against your tongue, so you take that as a sign that you’re doing well. 

The Pyke leader seems to get bored easily. “Do you only deign to defile her mouth?”

Yeosang continues to fuck your mouth as his eyes bore into the Pyke. “Do you simply rut inside of her? Are you even able to fill her up? Do you not know how to enjoy a whore?”

The Pyke raises his head stubbornly. His mask hides whatever derision he feels but his voice doesn’t. “Continue.”

Yeosang pulls out of your mouth and you let out a whine. You wanted to feel his hot seed as he came down your throat. Stupid Pykes.

Yeosang plays a thumb over your cheekbone, brushing tears you hadn't realized you had shed while you sucked him. “Be a good girl for me,” Yeosang says, low enough for your ears only. “And when this is all over, we’ll get out of here none the worse for wear.”

You nod, eager to say yes to anything the handsome Jedi tells you. You know he’s here to pull you out of this hell but all your spice-addled mind can think about is those muscles being used on you. 

Yeosang maneuvers you to your back, bending you in half. His large hands press on the back of your thighs to keep you in place. His cock is in his other hand, prodding your wet folds. “Forgive me but this must be as real as possible. Do not let this taint your thoughts of the Jedi.”

You frown in confusion for only a moment before Yeosang grunts as your cunt clenches around him. Then, he’s proving to the Pyke’s that the only reason he’s here is to fuck you within an inch of your life. 

The moan you let out as Yeosang’s cock digs deep into your cunt echoes throughout the room. His sharp but accurate thrusts have you moving your hips upwards, seeking out the pleasure he was doling out. Being bent in half allowed Yeosang’s cock to reach places inside of you that had never been stroked. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” Yeosang whispers, a slight strain on his voice. 

The way his hips are working against your ass is almost as much of a delight as the way his muscles strain above you, as he holds his honed body aloft of you. It’s a pleasure to watch his his muscles bulge and release as he fucks you.

Your hands move to grip his biceps but Yeosang doesn’t allow that. He grabs both of your hands with one hand and pins them above your head. It brings his head closer to you, lips so achingly close. 

But one doesn’t kiss the pleasure slave one is fucking. Especially a Jedi Knight.

The sweet denial only adds to the moment. You clench down hard around Yeosang once again. You whimper as he stirs pleasure deep inside of you. You open your mouth but all that manages to come out is a cry of pleasure.

“Once I fill you up, this will be all over,” Yeosang promises.

You press your lips together and nod. Yeosang had no idea but there was no way that you could live the rest of your life not making it up to him that he had saved you. And showed you pleasure beyond your scope of imagination. 

Yeosang changes his angle, somehow fucking you deeper, and you lose all sense of self except for the feeling of him inside of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your pleasure begins to crest. 

“He’s fucking her dumb,” someone whispers behind a hand. 

“Probably so desperate for any cunt he can acquire,” The Pyke leader dismisses. “Hurry up and unload your balls in her. She’s empty anyways.”

Your cries of pleasure echo throughout the room as Yeosang’s skin slaps against yours. You come and almost black out from the climax. You’re not even sure you’re breathing still. You feel like you’ve just died and gone to heaven. 

The show's not over yet, however. As your walls tighten around him, he grunts, scrunching up his nose and coming inside of you. It’s almost an animalistic snarl and you sigh in happiness. 

Yeosang pulls out and your legs descend shakily. He puts himself back behind the confines of his pants and adjusts his cloak to cover his body again. “What do I owe you for the whore?” He asks, his mask back up again. 

“Please,” The Pyke leader waves away Yeosang’s words. “You’ve provided entertainment for us all. You owe us nothing. Let us drink and enjoy the night, since you are not a Jedi like we suspected.”

You ache from the way that Yeosang has fucked you but you count your lucky stars regardless. All you can do is have faith that the Jedi will come through on his promise and save you from this hell hole.

The guard abandons his post and you’re left to lounge, forgotten by the night of drinking. The Pykes offer Spice as well. You watch as Yeosang manages to ditch the drink and drugs almost artistically and completely under the radar . Still, the Jedi acts as if he’s full of both, inebriated as the rest of the Pyke’s in the brothel.

Yeosang grunts and throws his thumb towards your form. “Let me pay for this one and a room. She was good. For a whore.”

The Pyke leader claps Yeosang’s back companionably. “Only the best for my new favorite client.”

Yeosang sweeps up your form easily in his arms and climbs the stairs back to your room. You throw your arms around the Jedi’s neck and snuggle to his well-formed chest. 

“Hold on tight,” He whispers to you. 

For as soon as he enters the room and closes the door, he’s striding towards your open window and launches himself from the third-story. You close your eyes tightly, trapping a shriek between your lips. You brace for pain but you never experience it. In fact, a breeze gently tugs at your hair and when you raise your head, you realize that Yeosang is jumping distances inhumanly possible across the rooftops. 

“You’re really saving me,” You say in awe of the Jedi who holds you in his arms.

Yeosang doesn’t look down at you, his eyes too busy scanning the rooftops, mind on the mission. Still, he responds to you. “Did you doubt me?”

“I doubted my situation,” You tell him.

“I will help you get the Spice out of your system. We’ll clean you up in no time and return you to…” His Adam’s Apple bobs, the only sign that he’s hesitant to say the next part. “...you will not be living a normal life.”

The Spice is still in your system, despite the fresh air. You giggle eagerly. “I don’t think it would be a normal life with you,” You say. 

A small smile twitches at Yeosang’s lips before he smoothes it out completely. “Smart girl.”

[anyamaris]

OH. OHHHHH.

Holy fuck, Topaz. I know I say that all the time, but seriously. WOW.

The visuals, the setting, the way the plot weaves so well with the smut...goodness.

You manage to hit all the things I want from reading, encompassing the Star Wars lore and world, Yeosang's personality and quirks and it just SATISFIES!

THE NOSE SCRUNCH AND THE HAIR UP AND I AM PICTURING LEGACY AND AHHHH-seriously, this is so amazing. I read it, then I went back and read it again. I absolutely love how it's a combination of him doing this to rescue her, but it's also sexy. It's disturbing but you've made it necessary and haven't glorified anything. It's all in service of the plot to get her out-and I love the addition of the spice clouding everything.

Ah I could rant, and I will, heading to your dms 🤍

[sanjoongie]

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🤓Pairing: Math Genius! Kim Hongjoong x Chemistry Whiz! Reader (f) x Gamer Boy! Jeong Yunho 🤓Au: university, reversal 🤓Trope: bully love 🤓Rating: 18+, MDNI 🤓Word Count: 1,957 🤓Warnings: ⚠️dubcon/noncon⚠️ degradation kink, sadist! Hongjoong, sadist! Yunho, oral fixation, drug usage, sex drugs, sex without protection, oral (m), clit play, hair pulling, face fucking, choking, dacryphilia, cum eating 🤓Summary: in a school where the smart and geeky rule, you find yourself at the bottom of the totem pole and bullied because of it. What ensues after you attempt to sell a panty-wetting drug to your peers and your inability to stop lowering your year's average is nothing short of panty-wetting itself. 🤓Author's Note: i'm not one for uni aus, i usually avoid writing them and reading them, @potatomountain inspired me with an idea for the centerpiece of this banner, and with @anyamaris influence with nudging me to read make it hurt by elle mitchell, this is what became of writers helping writers 😆 🤓divider by @/cursed-carmine

Your hip hit the first row desk of an empty lecture hall as Jeong Yunho shoved your reluctant body. You cast a hurt glance behind you but your heart hammered inside your chest because of the picture of pure intimidation Yunho cast with his hood up and his mask over his lower half.

“Move it,” he grunted.

You pushed on further into the lecture hall, if only to see Kim Hongjoong follow suit, closing the door behind him with a foreshadowing noise.

Hongjoong clucked his tongue in disappointment. “Why are we here again, Loser?”

You surged forward to get into Hongjoong’s face but Yunho’s large hand descended on your shoulder and halted you. And like that you melted into a quivering ball of anxiety and something else you’d rather not look at right now. “I tried my best.”

Hongjoong let out a loud sigh. “Well your best isn’t good enough. Our year’s average is down again.”

A small tremor began to echo through your entire body. Yunho used his other free hand to chuck your chin up to meet his gaze. He cocked his head and you could tell his eyes were crinkled in malicious glee.

Hongjoong started to walk towards you and Yunho, arms held behind his back. “You know what I told you would happen if you failed us again.”

Flashbacks to your wanton cries and skin slapping against skin made you swallow your own tongue. “Please, Hongjoong. That’s the reason I couldn't raise my grade. How was I supposed to study when all I was thinking about was--”

“Keep her quiet, Yunho, I'm already tired of her weak excuses,” Hongjoong ordered.

Yunho’s large hand encompassed your face and you had more unbidden flashbacks of-- you shook your head as tears began to prick the corners of your eyes. There was no winning this, you knew already.

“How they let you into this school is still a wonder to me,” Hongjoong continued voicing his thoughts out loud. “Just because you’re a whiz at chemistry and are most likely to create the next drug that makes a gadrillion dollars and adding prestige to our alumni doesn’t seem like a good investment to me. But what do I know?”

Hongjoong stopped in front of the professor’s podium and hauled himself up until he was sitting on it. He crossed his legs and finally zeroed his sharp gaze on you. Then his eyes flickered towards Yunho. “Well, get it over already. I’ve got better things to do than doling out punishment to the dumb.”

Yunho’s hand on your mouth left to dig around in your shoulder bag until he found the plastic container where you kept your failed creation. “Say ‘ah’!” Yunho instructed.

Your eyes were back on Hongjoong, who was scrolling on his phone now.

“I raised my GPA. I'm doing better. I can do better! We don't need to do this!” You insisted.

“If I don’t come through with the punishment then you’ll never get better.” Hongjoong raised his eyes off the screen of his phone and looked back at you. “Don't pretend like you're not already wet.”

Your shoulders drooped in defeat. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Yunho deftly pulled a paper-thin square from the plastic container and pressed it to your tongue. You brought your tongue into your mouth and closed your lips, but Yunho’s fingers remained, trapping the drug on your tongue. It melted the minute it touched moisture regardless but you figured by now that Yunho had an oral fixation.

It wasn't long before your pupils dilated and your body was prepped for sex. You had attempted to make a drug that tapped into your intellect, made it easier to study and perform tests. But you had tapped into your libido instead.

It wasn’t bad enough that Hongjoong found out that you were selling the drug in exchange for other students to do your homework without his permission. Even worse, he found out the drug's properties. That’s when he found you the first time, alone in the science center’s chem lab, demanding you show just how good your drug is. Of course, it was below him to fuck you himself. But Yunho…

“Yunho has a thing for dumb sluts,” Hongjoong said derisively.

You despised Yunho. He was good at everything. Including sex. The first time Yunho had to pin you down on the chem lab bench, cheeks smooshed against the cool marble. You wanted to fight. But you were afraid of pissing off the two most powerful guys in the university. They had the power to make your life an even more of a living hell than it already was.

And besides… Yunho had fucked you good. He hadn't even needed to touch your clit. He made you come untouched. No man had ever done that before. You weren’t exactly happy it was Yunho that taught you such pleasures, drug or no.

You braced yourself against the podium, hands on Hongjoong’s legs, preparing for the fuck of your life. Hongjoong lifted a corner of his lip in a sneer. “Lay on the floor, Yunho. I want her to fuck you. That’ll be more punishment for her, to do all the work herself. Seeing as how she can’t do enough work to get our classes average up.”

Yunho shrugged his broad shoulders and laid down on the floor in front of the podium. His long fingers deftly undid his belt and he was shoving his jeans down to his thighs. He stroked himself while he waited for you.

You sighed and took your thong off from under your short skirt. You gave it to Hongjoong, whose hand was already open and waiting for it. He took your underwear last time, saying it was the only way to keep track of how many times they’ve had to punish you. Then you maneuvered until you were straddling Yunho, facing him.

“Not that way, you idiot! You think I just want to see your ass? Turn around. I want the full view,” Hongjoong snapped.

Your face and chest heated up in embarrassment. Hongjoong made you feel so dumb. You turned around and put your hands on Yunho’s thighs to get ready. You raised your ass as Yunho directed his cockhead to your indeed wet lower lips. You bit on your lip as he rubbed himself against you.

“Look at you. Dick’s not even in you and you’re already anticipating,” Hongjoong clucked his tongue again.

Yunho suddenly thrusted upwards and was enveloped in your tight, wet heat. “The drug’s still holding true,” Yunho grunted.

“Good.” Hongjoong leaned forward, an elbow on his knee, eyes eager for the show.

You cried out as Yunho set a drilling pace, hitting the end of you each and every time he fucked up into you. You quickly began to work your hips, slamming downwards to meet Yunho’s thrusts, otherwise Hongjoong would complain that you weren’t working hard enough.

“That’s it, such an eager slut for that cock, aren’t you?” Hongjoong purred.

The fact that the side effect of the drug you had created to purposely make you sharper actually had you dumb around a man’s cock you despised didn’t go over your head. But you truly had an empty head, only the feeling of your cunt being fucked good by Yunho and the pleasure it created.

“She’s dripping down my balls,” Yunho said in a tone that sounded like wonder but couldn't be. The man always had his hood up, his mask on, and a sharp push for you.

“I swear to Einstein's theory that if she created the woman’s version of Viagra accidentally I’m going to throw up,” Hongjoong said with an eyeroll.

Yunho’s hands dug into your hips, holding you in place so that he could keep the pace that he wanted. You were plenty happy to remain in this position until you found your orgasm but Hongjoong was an impatient fucker.

He checked his phone and then hopped off the podium. “I’ve got class in twenty. Let’s finish this so I can go get an iced americano.”

You watched with wide eyes as he began to undo the button to his shorts. He smirked. “Seeing as how it’s taking you so long to come, sounds like you need all your holes filled, huh?”

You shook your head, trying to lean back but Yunho simply sat up to stop you. “I’ll help her out.”

Yunho dipped two fingers into your wetness, his cock still sliding in and out of you seamlessly. With the wet digits, he rubbed your clit hard and you fell back against his shoulder with the pleasure of it all.

Hongjoong grabbed a fistful of your hair to get you ready for his thick cock. He shoved it unceremoniously into your mouth and you moaned as it passed over your tongue. Maybe you were the one with the oral fixation???

“That’s it,” Hongjoong murmured, pumping himself into your eager mouth. “This is where you belong, isn’t it? Just a fucktoy for the rest of us with brains to use. You shouldn’t be in a classroom, you should just be a cum bucket for all of us. What do you think, hmm? Wanna drop out and give us the formula to your drug? At least you wouldn't be struggling.”

Anyone dumb enough to not understand how much Hongjoong was looking to take away from you would have agreed to that. You made non-commitmental noises as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock when he pulled out.

Then, true to Hongjoong’s theory, you came undone with the untold pleasures given to you. You screamed around Hongjoong’s cock as your walls clamped down on Yunho’s. Yunho let out a loud moan as he released inside of you, not a condom in sight.

And when you were panting and Yunho’s cum dripping out of you, Hongjoong held your head as he face fucked you. His cock made you choke and tears streamed down your face. He came down your throat, holding you against his pelvis until he was done.

Only then did he release you, gasping and coughing, to slump against Yunho once more.

You despised the pat to your hip from Yunho, whether it was to comfort you or to tell you nonverbally it was a job well done. You despised yourself more for coming undone for these two bullies.

“You've got a chemistry midterm coming up. Surely you can do well in the one apparent subject you're allegedly good at?” Hongjoong said while tucking himself back into his shorts.

Yunho pushed your shoulder to get you off him and you fell over onto your face. You barely caught yourself before you broke your nose. Yunho laughed under his breath as he dressed himself. “Doubt it. She couldn't even create a drug to get her out of her current situation.”

This time, ugly tears of embarrassment pooled up in your eyes. “I'll ace it. Just watch,” You said through gritted teeth.

“What's that?” When you looked up, Hongjoong had his head cocked curiously.

You plastered on a simmering smile. “Why would I do better if I just get to come?”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes down at you. You could see the gears turning in his head; the future revealing itself with several forks. Then he grinned triumphantly. “See you later, Loser.”

Yunho let out a mean cackle, his head thrown back and his hood momentarily thrown off as he followed Hongjoong out.

Who knows what Hongjoong had decided or planned. You knew it wasn't good for you, either way.

Why in the world did you live during an era when the nerds ruled the world and were making your life a living hell?

[anyamaris]

Ahhhh I absolutely love this, I love this concept and the execution is fantastic! I could picture Hongjoong up on that podium, sadistically watching like a fucked up sex maestro lol. So hot. Soooooo hot. Girl youd better ace that!

[sanjoongie]

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥'𝔰 𝔈𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

➸Pairing: Prisoner! Bang Chan x Warden! Reader (f) ft Constable! Lee Know ➸Genre: smut, dark ➸Au: historical, prison, nobility ➸Trope: power of authority ➸Rated: 21+, MDNI ➸Warnings: ⚠️noncon⚠️ heed the warnings, please!!!, hangings, morbid entertainment, erection due to choking, twisted reader, twisted lee know, cock torture, cock stepping, bdsm, bindings, use of horse crop, choking kink, ropes, spit kink, degradation kink, sadist! Reader, sadist! Lee Know, masochist! Bang Chan, lee know assists?, overstim, voyeurism, exhibitionism, outerjob ➸Word Count: 1,763 ➸Summary: as you sit and embroider while prisoners are executed, you endure another boring day as the last. Until a strapping, struggling, interesting prisoner interrupts your day for some exciting entertainment. ➸divider by @/cursed-carmine

“Bring forth the next prisoner,” you sighed with boredom.

The moon was hanging high through the broken side of the keep that you inhabited. Having pissed off the lord of these lands, but as the daughter of a powerful man, you had been banished as the lady warden of the Maniac. It was an abandoned fort, a ruin, really, but it was where you ruled for the most part.

The four guards that were assigned to the next man prepared for execution made you raise your eyes from your intricate embroidery of a bleeding tree from your perch on the old wooden chair you assumed every evening for executions. The grunts of pain as both the guards and the prisoner intrigued you. He was clearly strong but outnumbered. The ebb and flow of the prisoner yanking the guards off their feet and their blunt clubs knocking at his weak points was more interesting than the typical skin and bones prisoners.

“Why does he have such life to him?” You inquired.

Your constable looked down at his book of scribbles. “Bang Chan, the man before you, has been charged with resisting arrest, life taking of the constables attempting to arrest him, breaking and entering, thieving, illegal drugs and alcohol smuggling, murder of innocents--”

The man had just been put to his knees by the prison guards knocking out the back of his knees before you. A scowl marred his surprisingly gorgeous features. “That part is untrue. As is the--”

“--forced himself upon women and men alike, stealing of virtue--"

“That one is true,” Chan nodded with agreement.

“Remove his worldly properties,” you commanded with a flick of your wrist.

Bang Chan was stripped of his jacket, shirt, and pants, leaving him only in his small clothes. He was dragged to the raised platform where all the prison’s hangings took place.

Minho licked his lips in anticipation. “Madame, he might--”

A cry of alarm went out as the guards lost their hold of Chan, one having moved to prepare the hangman’s noose. The prisoner launched himself from the dais and landed nimbly on the balls of his feet, fingers splayed on the old-stone floor. He grinned voraciously at you.

You continued with your embroidery, not worried. No one would touch you. Minho would never allow such a moment to sully his reputation.

Chan lunched forward as if he was looking to pin you to your chair with his fingers around your throat when Minho intercepted. He pulled back on Chan’s middle finger and broke it. It brought the prisoner to his knees in pain, but he did not shout. Both you and Minho looked disappointed in the lack of screaming.

“Why is he not yet hanged? I have countless others to witness as the Warden. Goodness, what a bore.” You covered your mouth daintily while yawning.

Minho brought a hand over his heart and bowed at the waist. “Right away, Madame.”

Minho snapped his fingers and twice as many guards moved to take Bang Chan to the hangman’s gallows. Bang Chan cursed and threatened, injuring other guards still, even with a broken finger, as they bound his hands together.

When the noose was placed around Bang Chan’s neck, you pricked your finger and laughed in anger. Everyone in the room stood ramrod straight. For if you were laughing in anger, there was danger to every single person in this open room, prisoner or guard.

“Is there a reason we are forgoing the hood for this evening's entertainment?” You said in a sickenly-sweet voice that belayed the poison in your disposition at this moment.

Minho rolled his eyes and strode purposely to the dais. “Utter fools, must I do everything myself, or shall I jerk your strings as if you are incapable marionettes?”

Minho found the black hood of death, a mocking, grinning skeleton imposed on the front. A guard hastily removed the noose so that Minho could yank down the hood onto Chan’s head. Then your constable tightened the noose over Bang Chan’s neck himself, grinning in triumph. He bowed at the waist again. “Apologies, my lady, I shall oversee everything from now on personally.”

You brought your finger to your mouth and sucked on the pricked finger to rid yourself of the blood. “As you should, Lee Know, honestly.”

Minho’s eyes darkened, whether from lust or insult to the degradation, you cared not. You lowered your gaze back to your embroidery and continued with the tree’s outreaching branches, no longer in need of the red thread for the blood.

Without another word, Minho yanked the handle that triggered the trapdoor, and the wood gave way to Chan’s hanging. The choked noises were music to your ears. You cackled gleefully, overjoyed that his neck did not break immediately. Nothing was more boring than a quick death.

Minho chuckled darkly. “Madame, you should see this.”

“Oh, what now, Lee Know?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and peering up through your eyelashes.

You gasped in delight to see that Minho was prodding a very large dick impression coming from the hanging prisoner’s small clothes with a riding crop. Your eyes grew in wonder as the cock throbbed against its confines, the more Minho poked at it and the prisoner struggled and choked.

You snapped your fingers, and Minho threw a dagger, cutting the rope that threatened Bang Chan’s life.

“Executions are over,” You announced.

Carefully, you placed your embroidery down on your chair, lifted your skirts, and approached the raised dais. Prisoners and guards alike filtered out of the main hall, returning to their dungeon or the guard house.

Minho was peering curiously down at the struggling Bang Chan through the trap door. “He is still bound, Madame. Although I do believe the noose is still firm around his neck.”

“Perfection, Lee Know,” You purred.

Once you were before the prisoner, you pushed him to his back. Bang Chan held himself very still at the pressure of the heel of your boot on his balls, and the front of your boot pressing onto the shaft of his cock.

“Do you know that it’s a very regular bodily function, acquiring a stiffie while dying, prisoner?” You asked a rhetorical question.

The choked gurgle returned to you made you chortle in glee. You watched as the black hood made an impression where Bang Chan was breathing in deeply through his mouth.

“It’s perfectly natural to become turned on by choking, Sirrah*, ” You continued pushing down on Bang Chan’s cock. “I would not expect such a large, strapping man as yourself to enjoy it, but our kinks are often revealed at our darkest moments, isn’t that right, Lee Know?”

Unabashedly, Minho grinned eerily down at you torturing poor Bang Chan’s cock. “ ‘course, Madame. Remember the first time you used a cat-o-nine tails to flog a prisoner and you found me pressing against my pants? A wonderful moment, to be sure.”

“Indeed, Lee Know,” You agreed.

A deep moan left Bang Chan’s mouth as you raised your foot off his cock but pulled on the severed rope of the hangman’s noose. “Is your cock throbbing, Sirrah? Your breathing erratic, blood sounding in your eardrums. Do you wish to be taken in this very moment?”

Bang Chan shook his head in denial, and you sighed dreamily. “The best prisoners are the ones that simply bend and do not break, don’t you agree, Lee Know?”

“Our favorite, Madame,” Lee Know agreed.

Your neck turned at an odd angle as you looked up through the trap door to your constable. “Well, what are you doing up there? Get down here and prepare the prisoner for our fun!”

Minho jumped to the task, jaunting down the stairs to find you below the raised dais. His fingers yanked down Bang Chan’s small clothes, trapping his tense thighs between the cloth. Minho gripped Bang Chan’s red cock by the base and spat on the head. It throbbed at the feeling of the hot wetness that coated it now.

That was when you raised your skirts and descended down on the raised cock that Minho held for you. You hissed at the stretch, not relenting in the pulling of the rope around Bang Chan’s neck.

Minho cocked his head curiously. “Too thick, Madame?”

You hummed in contentment. “Hardly, Lee Know. Just right, I’d say.”

As you bounced on the bounty inside of you, Bang Chan moaned and choked beneath you. His muscles contracted and released, hips rising unbiddenly as your wet heat squeezed down on him.

“Remove his hood, Lee Know, I wish to see his struggling features,” you commanded.

“As you wish.” Minho ripped the hood from Bang Chan’s head, revealing the man’s internal struggle.

Bang Chan’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he swallowed furtively. He bit down on his lip so roughly to keep out his moans that he was now bleeding. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you quickened your pace.

Minho watched your tits bounce in their barely-there confines as you continued to bounce on Chan’s cock. “Will you come, Madame?”

“He can’t help but thrust into my heat, Lee Know, he is such a naughty prisoner. Fucking your lady warden? Surely that will add to his list of crimes?” You said throatily, enjoying the pleasure provided.

“Surely,” Lee Know nodded.

Bang Chan began to shake his head back and forth, clearly in denial about his own pending orgasm. His noises began a crescendo of a choked cry that was tattling on him.

“Oh, he’ll spurt inside of you, my lady,” Minho chuckled mockingly. “Poor Bang Chan cannot hold his seed inside his dumb cock, can he?”

You watched greedily as your inner walls clamped down on Bang Chan, milking him of his pleasure and his seed. Both of you moaned through your orgasm.

You laughed as you came down. “That was a well-timed sentence, Lee Know.”

Bang Chan’s shoulders shook as he came down from his high. He whined pathetically as you raised your body so that his cock would slide out of you, but you ran your cunt along the line of his still-hard dick, covered in your wetness and his seed.

“Angel’s Lust lasts for hours, prisoner,” You smirk in satisfaction.

You lazily ran your wet cunt over and over his length, watching as he ejaculated through another orgasm. This one strained his neck, his back bowed, strong body lifting your own upwards.

“Shall we start a bet on how much pleasure and pain we can coax our new toy through?” You asked your constable.

Minho tipped his head back and laughed heartily. “I wouldn’t dare bet against you, my lady.”

“And that’s precisely why you're my constable, Lee Know.”

***

Sirrah: Used frequently in Shakespearean literature and early modern English as a term of address to a servant, child, or a person of lower social standing. It was rarely used for social equals or superiors and could sometimes be an insult.

[anyamaris]

WHEW! WOW~!

Oh my....my grin grew so much reading this. It's dark and fucked and twisted and everything I love, absolutely unhinged as promised!

I love that Lee Know is your trusted man, he fits this so perfectly. And the added do unto others coming back around on Chris just WHEW!

God I love your dark beautiful mind! S tier you. ❤️❤️❤️

[anyamaris]

"Dream"

Submission for @lapydiaries monthly flower event and Yoongi's birthday!

[sanjoongie]

ɨ քʊȶ ǟ ֆքɛʟʟ օռ ʏօʊ

🔨Pairing: Warlock! Jeong Yunho x Witch! Reader (f) ft Warlock! Yeosang 🪄Genre: smut, (lowkey) crack 🔨Au: fantasy, witch, modern fantasy, modern witch 🪄Trope: enemies to lovers 🔨Inspo: kinda rolling with the same world as Dirty Tail 🪄Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!! 🔨Word Count: 3,449 🪄Warnings: a magical, cursed dildo (yes, i said that), daydreams of jerking yunho off, daydream sub! yunho, degradation kink, female masturbation, brief Yeosang muscle arm kink moment, dubcon, edging, orgasm denial, mean! dom! yunho, desperate! dumb! sub! reader, clit play, cock-drunk, oral kink, cum eating, negotiations mid scene, nipple play, anal (f), double penetration, squirting, black out orgasm, slight somnophilia if you squint 🔨Summary: when you find a dildo in the broomlot outside your shop, you try to throw it out but it somehow ends up in your bag when you go home. Little do you know your arch nemesis has cursed it so that you become addicted to it... and by proxy, himself, because that's all you can imagine now with the cursed toy 🪄Beta'd by: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland 🔨Author’s Note: credits to @potatomountain @daddyfordaeddy, @anyamaris for this idea that fabricated from their conversation and shared image. Thanks but no thanks 🪄divider by @cursed-carmine

Jeong Yunho lurks around in the broomlot outside your place of work. Toil and Trouble, the shop you co-own with your best friend, that specializes in building witch homes. 

“ ‘So you don’t have to toil in the trouble’, my ass,” Yunho mutters under his breath.

He is just unhappy you have such a perfect witch slogan. You make a lot of money, much to his chagrin. You two had been classmates' and arch nemesis’ all through high school and throughout college, looking to make the Coven’s List over each other. Yunho had won that round but you’re the one that had ended up with an amazing best friend and an even better business idea.

You aren’t even in the same spell circle. You specialize in commanding inanimate objects, of course, and Yunho worked more on curses and hexes. Sure, he made good money with people set on revenge, but your job just did better. Someone always needed a new house. 

Luckily for Yunho, he knew the perfect way to get even with you. He holds a bright pink dildo in his hand, and leans to murmur to it.

A curse on you, from this moment further

An addiction to this, your cunt shall nurture

Upon touch of your skin to this colorful toy

My image you’ll see, you’ll crave and enjoy

Paired with a pocket pussy, I'll control it all

Feel as you feel, crumble and fall

“Let's see how you deal with this,” Yunho cackles in malicious glee.

He tosses the toy to the ground and leaves with a firm push of his feet while on his broom.

“What is this world coming to?!” You demand, sending another look of disbelief over your shoulder.

“You're late,” Yeosang, your best friend and co-owner of your shop, intones.

“Late is better than never, don’t you think?” You smile at Yeosang and move towards your desk opposite of him. 

Yeosang laughs, pretending you were funny, and then goes completely stoic. “It’s been out there since I got here at 6am.”

You wrinkle your nose at the admission. “Ew, why have you been here since 6am?”

“Because I needed to finish the mockups for our meetings today,” Yeosang replies, shuffling some papers. “Now, if you would like to look them--” 

He almost jumps out of his seat in shock as you screech loudly abruptly. 

“Oh my god, the Stephen’s will be here any minute now. They have young children. I’ve got to get that dildo out of there!”

You drop your bags and begin to teeter on your heels towards the entrance again. Yeosang starts to grumble under his breath. “I should have never exchanged my cookies for grapes in grade school.”

You stride towards where the dildo is unfortunately lying on its side. You remove the scarf wrapped around you and use it to cover your hand while you pick up the discarded toy.

You hold it outwards and practically run towards your shop, head moving back and forth, desperate for no one to see you. You manage to make it back with no witnesses.

“Oh Morgan's tits, couldn't you have thrown it out in a dumpster or something? It's probably cursed!” Yeosang complains. 

You move towards the garbage under your desk to throw it out.

“Not out here!” Yeosang hisses but it's too late. “The Stephen's are here, hide it, quick!”

You toss your scarf and the dildo under your desk. You sit and steeple your fingers, smiling. “Samantha. Darrin. How good to see you!”

It's not until you're home that you realize that you accidentally tossed the dildo into your bag. Wasn't your bag on your desk though?

You shrug your shoulders. Oh well. You pull out your scarf, and by some curse of Hecate, the dildo tumbles to the floor. On instinct, you grasp it by the cock to catch it and then grimace.

“Oh gross,” you complain, dropping it to the floor. It lands on its stand. “Maybe Yeosang is right, maybe it is cursed.”

You contemplate it for a moment and decide to cleanse it of its curse. What if you throw it away and someone else comes across it? It would be better if you were a good Samaritan, right?

So you take it to your bathroom and dig out the cleansing salts you keep in your bathroom drawer. But the bag is empty.

“I know we learned a cleansing incantation in class,” You mutter under your breath.

Deciding to wing it, you find some soap and start to wash the dildo in the sink. You try to think of the spell but instead the image of your arch nemesis comes to mind.

“Fucking Jeong Yunho,” you growl.

At first, he's smirking in your memory because of your failed incantation in class, something he was much better than you at. But then, as you wrap your fingers around the dildo to spread the soap, you imagine him on a bed, your hands wrapped around his cock. You're sucked into your mind's eye, so you don't notice the dildo growing in length in your hands. 

You feel yourself getting wet at the idea of jerking Yunho off. He used to wear those grey sweats that left nothing to the imagination. You think about shoving your hands down them and teasing him.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers in your mind's eye. “Don't touch me like that.”

“Like what, Yuyu?” You wonder, using both hands now to lather up the dildo.

“I don't--” His lips curl inwards like he wants to deny his next set of words. “I don't want to feel good from your touch.”

You shake your head and drop the dildo. What the fuck were you doing? You immediately wash the dildo off of the suds, and put it on a towel to air dry in your bath. You'd call a classmate tomorrow--certainly not Yunho-- and see if they can't help you with a cleansing incantation.

Clearly it was time for bed.

Except you can't fall asleep. You toss and turn but your brain just can't turn off. Neither can you pussy either, apparently. You keep clenching your thighs together but you're not finding any release. 

“Oh fuck it,” You groan and turn over to dig into your bedside table. 

You grab your pill vibrator and turn it on but--it doesn’t. 

“The fuck?” You mutter to yourself. “I swear to Hecate that I charged this.”

You get up, grumbling, and go find your spelled circle that charges up your magical items. You place your vibrator on it and return to bed.

Except you're still turned on. You spread your legs and touch yourself but your touch is too soft, your fingers not long enough. You only frustrate yourself some more. 

There is a solution…

“I'm crazy,” You say, getting up and making your way to the bathroom.

You find yourself grabbing the damn dildo that you had cleaned and stomping back to your bed. You wiggle until you're comfortable, pillows propping you up, and then you get a good look at the dildo.

It's… you cock your head as you look at it. Wasn't it your basic bitch flimsy dildo earlier? Upon further inspection, it was firmer than you remembered and it had a switch for vibration. 

You shrug, counting on your bad short term memory and turn it on. In a very short time, you've teased your clit with the vibration tip and you're wet enough to push the toy inside of you.

Except why can't you get the image of your old arch nemesis out of your head? The previous imagining of him as a whiney sub didn't fit right now, for whatever reasons that your mindset had changed. 

Now, as you tease the tip of the dildo up and down your slit, all you can imagine is Yunho riling you up like he used to.

“You want this, don't you?” He smirks, watching as the underside of his cock is getting coated by your wetness. 

You shake your head. Why Yunho? Why not Yeosang, who was your normal fapping material? 

You imagine Yeosang looking down his nose despite your protests that this might ruin your friendship. Yeosang's arm flexes as he runs a finger down the center of your body…

…and turns into Yunho triumphantly pushing into your aching cunt.

“Merlin’s beard,” You gasp as Yunho's cock stretches your walls.

“Look at how well you fucking take my cock, Little Witch.”

Why wouldn't this bastard stay out of your wet dreams?

“I've had longer,” You reach for an air of unimpressedness.

You can imagine Yunho’s eyes darkening as they did when you got the upper hand in anything against him. “Then you’ll have no trouble if I double the pace.”

“Wait, Yunho--!” You work the dildo inside of you quickly, drinking in the instant pleasure that you had been craving since the idea of jerking off your old classmate. 

“Oh fuck that is so good,” You can’t help but moan. 

“Poor little horny witch needed her arch nemesis’s cock to get dumb on, hmmm?” Yunho provokes you, without pause in his thrusting. 

“Hnnnn, Yu-yu-” You’re given a reprieve as you slow down, losing the quick pace and going back to a pleasurable slow build. 

“I knew you couldn't keep up that pace,” You shoot back. “Probably nut within two minutes of being in a pussy. I just know those rumors about you back at college weren't it.”

You adjust your position, sliding further down your cushions, your lower half elevated, so that you could get a better angle with the dildo. And then you began that brutal pace that was making you moan loudly in the privacy of your bedroom. You had no sweet clue why the idea of Yunho degrading you in bed was turning you on but you were here for it, if it gave you release.

“Is this rough enough for you?” Yunho is snarling now. “LIke the feel of balls slapping against your ass, do you, Little Witch? I’ll fuck you for so long that you’ll be crying for release.”

…what monster had you created?

For hours you edged yourself, denying your orgasm again and again. At some point you questioned your sanity, because was this really what you wanted? You started to feel like you weren’t exactly in control; that this image of Yunho was pushing for his wants over your own. Because surely you could come if you wanted to, could you not?

You whimper and whine as the cursed dildo moves in and out of your gushing cunt. You are beyond wet, your cum dribbling down your perineum and coating your asshole. 

“Please, Yunho, let me come,” You whine.

You can imagine your worst enemy bracing himself above you, watching how your sweet cunt is taking every inch of him without protest. “No, Little Witch, I don't think I will.”

You moan loudly, canting your hips upwards to find more friction but Yunho places a large, firm hand that encompasses your hip bone and pelvis to hold you in place. Your next breath out is another whine.

“I need to come, please, Yunho!” You beg again.

Your legs widen so that your clit can come in contact with his pelvis as he grinds into you. The sparks that come from that have you swallowing loudly and moaning all over again.

The cursed dildo has adapted to your desires, growing prongs that grate slowly, imitating Yunho’s fingers slowly teasing your clit.

“Yunho, oh my god, Yunho.” Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of him slowly fucking your loose cunt and the dull edge of his long fingers torturing you.

“I'll never tire of hearing you beg me with my name on your lips,” Yunho chuckles cruelly. “Who knew you'd be such a good cocksleeve for me?”

Your pride takes a hit, but Yunho’s cock is sliding along that spongy part inside of you, and it makes you choke on another long, drawn out moan. “Fuck you,” You whisper.

Yunho’s fingers pinch the hood of your clit, rubbing it between his finger and thumb, giving you pleasure but not enough to get you off. “I think you need a position change.”

You whimper as you turn around, keeping your face against your sheets but your ass in the air. The dildo continues to make messy work out of you, rubbing your clit and moving in and out of your sopping hole. 

Yunho clucked his tongue in disappointment. “Face down, ass up for your arch nemesis, this is kinda sad.”

You didn’t respond, so caught up in the dual pleasure and the fact that you could feel your climax coming to a point. “Yu-yu-yunho,” You stutter. 

“I can feel the way you’re clenching down on me,” Yunho chuckles. 

His hips stop moving and his fingers are crudely inserted into your mouth. He tugs you upwards, his fingers pulling your cheek, until you’re upright on your knees. Then he pushes two fingers down on your tongue. 

“Taste how fucking wet you are for me,” Yunho growls.

You whimper again, doing as commanded, if only to guarantee that he’ll continue fucking you. You swirl your tongue around his fingers. 

“You really would do anything I said just to get to come, wouldn’t you?” Yunho says lowly into the shell of your ear. 

Once Yunho removes his fingers, you start to plead. “What do you want?”

“Mmm, I dunno,” Yunho hums. 

His hips, however, begin back up again and you fall into a stupor. You desperately try to doggy-paddle back into some lucidity. 

“Come inside me?” You offer weakly.

Yunho scoffs. “I could do that at any time. Come on, you can do better than that.”

“Fuck my face?” You grasp at straws.

“It would be nice to see you choke on my cock, but I rather like where I’m at right now,” Yunho deflects.

His wet fingers tweak your sensitive nipples into stiff peaks and you moan airily. “Yunho, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Yunho wonders. 

“Jesus Christ, Yunho, just fucking let me come already!” You beg.

Yunho pulls out and you just about break into a sob. You are literally a quivering mess right now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.”

That’s when you feel Yunho prodding at your asshole. Covered in your wetness already, and Yunho’s cock coated in it as well, he’s able to push past the tight ring. The sensation feels wonderful. His steady but slow pace should be torturous considering how much you had wished him to fuck you faster in your cunt, but this way you feel him fill you up utterly, every inch and it only makes you clench down on nothing in your pussy. 

“How’s that?” Yunho wonders lowly. 

“S-so good,” You moan.

“God, you’ll even let me fuck your cute little asshole, won’t you?” Yunho chuckles with dark amusement. “I really had no clue you’d be the perfect cocksleeve.”

For a moment, all you can hear is the slow susurration of Yunho’s cock filling you to the brim. When his hips meet the flesh of your ass, you arch your back. “Give it to me, Yunho, please, it feels so fucking good,” You moan.

“If only I had two cocks, huh?” Yunho jokes. “Then you’d never leave my bed.”

“Oh god,” You gasp as you feel something else prod your pussy lips. 

The dildo has adapted once again. The cock going in your ass is ribbed so that for every half inch that goes inside of you, your ass has to suck in a ring. Then the cock pushing inside of your pussy has spaced out, raised dots, that pass over the spongy part inside of you. And then, the little rabbit ears to play with your clit. 

“Yunho, I can't,” you cry. Drool pools into the sheets below you, feeling over stimulated and over pleasured.

“Yes you can, you can take it all, Little Witch,” Yunho encourages you. “You’ve got such a greedy body, fuck, you are clenching down on me with both holes, I can’t believe it.”

“Yunho, Yunho, please, please let me come. Come in all my holes. Rub me through another orgasm even if I tell you no, that I'm too sensitive. Fucking take me every night until the new moon, just let me come, please?”

If you had been less fucked out of your skull, you might have noticed that Yunho perked up at the new negotiations. “Every night until the new moon?”

Tears of desperation are running down your face. “Yes. Yes, please, now let me come.”

Yunho’s fingers roughly rub your clit at a faster pace. The cock in your ass moves slowly, making you feel each rib move out, as the cock in your cunt thrusts into you deeper and faster.

“Oh, I'm gonna come, Yunho, oh my god, please, mmmm, please it feels so good, make me come. Fuck me good, Yunho, please,” You babble. 

You're desperate for it. You need it, it's beyond a want, you'll simply die if you don't come. The pleasure is so good and all-encompassing. You just want to come and pass out, if you're being honest.

“Every night I'm coming to your witch’s hut. I'm going to claim you over and over again in your bed. You're going to come on my cock so many times, you'll wish you never picked up my cursed dildo,” Yunho whispers into your ear. “Now, come, Little Witch.”

Your body convulses as you come so hard, you're not sure if you black out or you see stars. Either way, the pleasure courses through every nerve in your body. You cry out. You chant Yunho’s name. And you squirt on your bed, adding to the natural fluids already coating your sheets.

“Oh fuck yes,” Yunho moans, and he's not that far behind you. You feel him fill up both of your holes with his hot seed. Like your pussy needed to be any sloppier than it already was.

You collapse with the dildo still inside of you and fall into a deep sleep.

You only realize it when you wake up with a moan. Your eyes fly open as you realize it was your moan. You pant heavily and you feel like you just came. But how?

Sometime after you had passed out, you had turned onto your side, the way you naturally slept. You glance down your body and see that the dildo is still inside of you and it's moving on its own accord.

You move to your back and grip the base tightly. You see a flash of Yunho on a broom but it's gone when you pull the dildo out of you. It comes out of you with a loud, embarrassing squelch.

“What the fuck?” You curse, staring at the dildo on your bed.

A dark shadow forms in front of you, with the symbol of a five star and a circle around it. A quick glance at your grandfather clock tells you it's way too late for anyone to be calling on you.

You grab a spiderweb silk robe, and wrap it around you. Your jaw drops to the ground when you see that it's Yunho, your old classmate.

Yunho is bracing himself against your door, panting. He's sweating and his hair is sticking to his skin. A faint blush is dotted over his face.

“Do you… always… fall asleep… with your… toys… in you?” He says in between gasps.

Then it hits you. Yeosang had been right all along. The dildo had been cursed. And who better to have cursed it than your arch nemesis? 

You folded your arms under your chest. “I knew you were rotten to the core but really?” 

Yunho has the audacity to smirk at you. “Totally worth it. Got you begging and pleading for me, my name a spell on your lips. And you agreed to let me fuck you every night until the new moon.”

You feel heat shoot up your chest, lick up your neck and scorch your cheeks. “You asshole. Coercion by curse is illegal!”

Yunho raises his chin. “Are you going to take me before the Tree?”

The Tree, where witches and warlocks used to be hung, was now where the local government held trials. You weren't about to explain to the local authorities that you had fucked yourself with a random dildo that turned out cursed because you had been horny and desperate.

When your silence was all the affirmation Yunho needed, he responded with, “So, I'll see you tomorrow night?”

You roll your eyes and slam the door in your arch nemesis’ face. But secretly? You couldn't wait for tomorrow night for the real deal.

[anyamaris]

I cannot scream enough about how such a wacky, unhinged conversation turned into such a fucking MAGNIFICENT masterpiece.

First off, let me kiss your brain for turning that into something that is just SO YOU. Magic and curses and the whole witchy vibe is soooo Topaz. It's beautiful and funny and I enjoyed reading this twice, and it will go under my "must read every month" fics of yours.

Seriously, the evolution of the...object based on the fantasy you're having, and the ENDING WHERE HE SHOWS UP? ITS SO GOOD-like??? God, I need more, need a sequel, need to eat this up daily.

[anyamaris]

❤️Happy Valentines everyone! I thought I'd go a little dark this year ❤️

[sanjoongie]

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𖤝The Witch's Axe is a submission for the Witch Hunt Event - @lapydiaires one year anniversary 𖤝Prompt: "You will never burn, not unless it's for me." 𖤝Pairing: Demon! Choi San x Witch! Reader (f) 𖤝Supporting Characters: Lover! Jaehyun (NCT), Witch Hunter! Bang Chan, Demon! Hongjoong, Warlock! Mingi, Demon! Seonghwa, and my fellow admins Demoness! Isa @mingsolo, Witch! Flurry @flurrys-creativity, and Witch! Dae @daemour 𖤝Genre: angst, smut, adventure 𖤝Au: demon, witch, historical, fantasy, magical 𖤝Book inspiration from Demon's Bride by Leigh Miller and The House of Gaian by Anne Bishop 𖤝Trope: fated mates 𖤝Word Count: 16, 197 *nervously giggles* 𖤝Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact. All ageless and blank blogs will be blocked. 𖤝Warnings: ⚠️dark content ahead⚠️ animal sacrifice, description of blood, physical fighting, magical/elemental fighting, verbal fighting, descriptions of future human torture, threat of death by fire, bigotry, suicidal thoughts/pre-actions, San can feel what you feel through your mate bond, slight mental manipulation because of mate bond, daredevil flying, possessive! San, made up pagan religion (the Goddess & her Consort), shivering from the cold, danger of hypothermia, character deaths, descriptive physical threats, slapping, machoism, execution by hanging, descriptions of torture devices, descriptions of drowning, no deep description of torture just brief overtures, Bang Chan is delusionally obsessed with you (sorry chan, you ended up being the bad guy), execution by fire, pain from fire, death by fire 𖤝Kink Warnings: San is turned on by you by your mere presence/scent, slight predator/prey, pet name (Heart, my heart), morning wood, almost-somnophilia, San tempts you with his naked body, skinny dipping, manhandling, cloth ripping, outerjob, spine sensitivity, biting, sex without protection, creampie, biting, begging, oral (f), horn play, wing play, cum eating, overstim, pussy drunk, cock drunk, 𖤝Summary: Betrayed by your lover to the man that is hunting and killing all the witches in the human realm, it is revealed to you that your fated mate, a concept you had never heard of, is a demon. It's as if he was sent here to teach you how to mend your broken heart. Will you live a sheltered life with your lover or will you save witchfolk? 𖤝Author's Note: the theme of this anniversary was extremely personal to me. I have been excluded and made to feel lesser because of my age. No one should be made to feel this way. So what better story to write than of my ult loving me unconditionally and overcoming everything through the sense of love and community. Lapydiaries means so much to me, the true place where us hags can gather and not be judged due to our age. To all my followers who are with us older kpop fans, you are loved and adored and i appreciate you!!! 💞 𖤝divider by @cursed-carmine

You woke up in the crude, one room hut that you called home. The dried herbs of your craft wafted through the air as you pulled from slumber’s arms. You rolled around in your bed and were met with the warmth of your lover. 

“Jae, I must start early today with the ritual,” You groaned, heaving yourself out of bed.

At least, you attempted to. Your lover’s arms wound around your waist and pulled you back into your bed. “Must you? I hate when you have to take the poor sheep’s life.”

You ran your hand up Jaehyun’s nape of his neck and dove it into his strands. They were mussy from the morning and from you tugging it last night. You felt like you were the luckiest witch in the world. 

“Mmm, I must. In order for the village to have an easy winter. It’s the least I can do. Especially since Seokmin gave me the sheep. And Seonghcheol sharpened my blade. And--”

“Yes, I know, I know,” Jaehyun interrupted you. “The village appreciates the hard work you do. But must you kill the sheep only a few meters away from where you sleep?” 

You leaned backwards to see that Jaehyun was wrinkling his nose in distaste. He wasn’t complaining last night. “Of course. My hut is at the centre of the village. I’m the hub and the villagers are the spokes. Jaehyun, why are you making such a fuss today?”

Jaehyun beamed up at you, his dimples pulling at your heartstrings. “I’m sorry. It’s just feeling extra today. I’ll leave you. I don’t want to mess up and add mal airs to the ritual day.”

This time it was you who grabbed onto his arm before he left your bed. Your gut was telling you something was wrong. “And not give me a goodbye kiss?”

“What was I thinking?” Jaehyun teased, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. “I'll see you tomorrow for the festival.”

You sighed heavily as Jaehyun walked out of your house. Regardless of your heavy heart, you prepared for your day. 

You found your ash staff and made the correct circle in the ground where the sacrifice would occur. You used the runes for crops, health, and good luck. You made sure to dry and disperse thyme, rosemary and jasmine. Then you followed the lines with the soil from the various farms that surround your village. The final piece was the white dress you needed to wear. 

With all your preparation done, you fetched the sheep that would be your sacrifice. You lured it in with some grain. With some firm tugging and a little cajooling, the sheep went inside the sacrificial circle without disturbing too much dirt. 

Once you nudged the thyme bundle into its correct eastern position after securing the sheep to the centre, you took your spot at the northern position. The chant was simple: you simply entreated the earth to be a good benefactor. Allow the soil to be ripe with nutrients so the crops would grow, that the herds would eat well, that the humans would too. You entreated the water to allow for the good clean storms. You entreated the air to push the seeds to rest in your forests and naturally produce what you wouldn’t plant yourselves. Lastly, you entreated the sun to send strong sunshine to allow the humans to be happy and the trees to grow. 

With that, you gripped the wavy-bladed dagger that your grandmother had gifted to you when you had turned thirteen. You whispered thanks to the sheep for its lifeblood and then slit its throat. It bleated weakly and you gently laid it down so that the blood could mix with the soil of the village that you had spread around. 

You flicked the dagger that was covered in the sheep's blood to all the points: East, West, South and North. You held it above you and entreated the Goddess and her Consort to look favorably upon your tiny village. 

The door bursted open abruptly, blowing out all the candles in your hut. 

“Look what we have here.”

A silver-haired man strolled into your house like he had been invited. “A witch in the middle of a blood sacrifice. What horrible demon are you summoning to kill this village?”

“What are you talking about? I’m doing my annual ritual to help the village produce its best!” You protested. 

The man shook his head. “They always want you to think that they’re doing good. Take note, she thinks you’ll believe this even though she’s covered in blood.”

“Who are you? Why have you barged into my house? Leave and begone,” You commanded, standing up resolutely.

The man smirked. “I see my reputation does not proceed me. Why, Witch, I am the Witch’s Axe, Bang Chan.”

“The Witch’s… you mean the man that’s been going around and preaching that witches are evil? That abhorrent man?”

The silver haired man threw his head back and laughed. “I’m abhorrent when you’re the one who is about to slaughter the village that allowed you to live here? “ The man shook his head in disbelief. “Now I understand why you brought me here, friend. Here, the coins for your accurate information.”

Some of the men with the Witch’s Axe moved and cleared the path for your lover to enter. 

“Jaehyun, help me…”

The words died in your mouth as Jaehyun opened his fist to receive the coin that Bang Chan had finished fishing out from the coin purse hanging from his belt. 

“What are you doing?” You demanded in horror. 

Jaehyun looked at you pleadingly. “You know how bad my family is doing, sweetheart. I had to.”

“You…had to…” Your words tasted like ash in your mouth. 

“Come now, Witch,” Bang Chan motioned with a beckoning motion. “Let’s do this the peaceful way and I’ll be merciful with you.”

Your heart broke into pieces all around you. So did your mind. The edges to your vision felt blurry as your sadness and rage grew around you. The air began to stir without your behest. Some candles started to come back to life. 

The men with the Witch’s Axe slowly began to filter out back through your door. Chan’s hand went slowly behind his back. “Don’t make this any harder on yourself than this has to be,” He said in a quiet voice, as if you were a horse he was soothing in order to put a bridle on. 

You started to laugh under your breath but soon it bubbled from your chest, up your throat and out of your mouth in maniacal laughter. “Do you think I am one of those poor women who have been falsely accused? No, you should have given Jaehyun more money. I’m the one that shouldn’t have messed with.”

The door to your house shut firmly and all the candles you had in your house were lit with fire that rose dangerously high from their wicks. 

Chan pulled a hand axe from behind his back. Ironic. “Good. I like it when they fight.” He grinned equally maniacal back at you. 

You felt a droplet of water hit your face and you flinched like it was burning you. 

“Wait, you’re--”

“Let’s dance, Witch,” Chan roared. 

You dodged the throw of his axe, but just barely. He was already readying another to throw at you. Your branch of air and fire worked well in swirling around you. It was as if a small tornado surrounded you, wreathed in fire. You shot a fireball at Chan but he moved the bucket of water Jaehyun had hauled from the village well last night to wash from this morning so your fire never hit him. 

When the next hand axe thudded and only missed your toes because of the rush of air you used to mess with its trajectory, you knew you were in trouble. You gripped your dagger tightly. 

“I will not allow you to capture me, Witch’s Bane,” You spat. 

“Oh, you all say that. But you’ve never met someone like me,” Chan teased. 

“Oh, I’m sure there are plenty of your kind around. Did your mother think your father was a charming wanderer when simply it was a Warlock looking to spread his seed. Did she resent you for most of your childhood? I know your kind, Witch’s Curse.”

With another roar, Chan charged at you. His broad shoulders hit your midsection and slammed you into the wall so hard that you both went through the material. You landed with Chan on top of you. You were disoriented and couldn't breath. 

“You and me, we’re going to have so much fun, Witch.” A shudder ran through you as Chan pushed your hair away from your face. “First, I've got a lovely bridle to put on you, one that will pierce your tongue and make you beautifully mute. Then, I think I'll cut your heels so that you’ll never be able to run away. And then I’ll mount you when you say you’ll do anything for this torture to stop. When I’ve had my fill of you, when the village demands that you be put to the flame and cleanse it of all your evil, I’ll have three other women lined up to do the same thing. But don’t worry, I’ll remember you.”

You spat in Chan’s face. “You are a disgusting slug of a creature. I vow to you right now, I will not burn, it will be you who will be ashes by the time we’re done.”

You summoned your branch of fire and lit a corner of your dress. If you couldn't leave this place with your life, the least you could do for every witch was to rid this world of Bang Chan, The Witch’s Axe.

“No!”

Your eyes wildly looked around for the one voice that would protest your suicidal plan. Your heart had leapt at the thought that it might be Jaehyun. It was not. 

A large man threw Bang Chan off of you like Bang Chan was a brittle leaf. You heard him hit the opposite house with a crash and screams of the inhabitants. 

“Today is not your day to die,” The man vowed. 

He leaned down, placed a hand on your shoulder and in a poof of purple smoke, you two were gone from the village centre. You were on the cliffs above your village, looking down at it. The man restrained you as you watched in horror as the entirety of it burnt to the ground. Chan must have ordered it in order to flush you and the mysterious new man out, for surely you could not have gotten far. 

Except the man was clearly not a human.

“You should have helped me kill him!” You shouted. 

The man shook his head. “That’s not my path.”

You fell to your knees as your entire life burnt up. Your future, your past, your life is gone now. 

Your bruised heart panged horribly. Numbness spread through your veins from your broken heart. All you wanted was to be wanted. Why had Jaehyun done that to you? Of all the people to betray you, why him? For some coin? How could he?!

You knelt in the soft grass, dress covered in blood and a dagger in your hand. What was there to live for? You lifted it up and brought it to your breast. 

“Whatever you were going to do with that, I suggest you don’t.”

You raised your eyes reluctantly to the man that had saved you and restrained you from throwing yourself to save your village. 

“Will you also take away my choices?” You asked in bewilderment.

“No,” the man said softly. “But I don’t think he’s worth killing yourself over.”

You had no idea how this man knew what your heart wept over. No branch of magic you knew spoke of hearing thoughts. 

Still, tears welled up enough that you’d believe you were drowning, even as your sobs threatened to choke you. “I loved him.”

The man shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, and then looked up at you through his fringe. “No, you didn’t.”

When you didn’t lower the dagger from your breast, his gentle hand cupped yours and took the dagger from you. 

Your throat was tight with emotion. “I thought I loved him.”

The man shrugged. “You did. But it was not true love.”

Your lower lip quivered and you hiccuped with your sorrows. “How do you know?”

“Because I would have sent him.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “My mind has truly broken.”

Those same gentle hands chucked your chin upwards and a thumb followed the curve of your lower lip. “No, you’re anything but broken.”

You giggled, the type that fell from your lips like shattered glass. “I am obliterated.”

“I won’t allow you that.”

You pulled away from the gentle touch. “It’s too late for that.”

“It wasn’t too late to take the dagger from you.”

“I was going to carve up my flesh like my heart and mind feel like. What’s so wrong to be as I am on the inside?” You demanded.

Kind hands cupped your upper arms. “You have been wronged, it is true. But it is not permanent.”

“How do you know?” You asked with a wail. It doesn’t seem possible to live beyond this moment.

“What if I told you that you’ve not met your true love. I know who he is. If you consider living past this moment, you’ll discover him.”

That caused you to pause. That caused you to ponder. That caused you to not hurt for more than a minute or two. Curious.

“Would he heal me?”

“No.”

Would you get betrayed by even your true love?

“You will heal yourself.”

“I don’t understand.” This conversation was following threads only this man could see, apparently. 

“No, I don’t suppose you would. But you will.”

“So, you’re telling me if I decide to live, that someone will love me truly?”

A bright smile brightened the man’s face. “He already loves you. You just have to meet him first.”

He offered his hand, your dagger tucked into the back of his pants. A pendant hung from his neck as he leaned down. “Will you?”

Anything was better than what you were doing and feeling right now, wasn’t it? Not far to fall when you’ve already hit rock bottom. “I will.”

He hauled you onto your feet as he pulled off his pendant, and you were hit with a whoosh of air. You stared up in disbelief. Where had those wings come from? And the horns. And the talons. 

“What are you?”

“Shouldn’t you ask who I am first?”

You shook your head and tried to pull back but this man--nay--this demon would not let go of your hand. “If I’m seen here, they will only believe more of the lies the Witch’s Axe spreads.”

“Oh, we won’t be here for much longer. But if you ask my question, I’ll answer yours.”

“Who are you?”

“Choi San. And I am a demon.”

“A demon. I swear to you, I didn’t summon you.”

A twist of his lips has your stomach dipping. “You kind of did, actually. Anyways, you better hold onto me. We’re about to travel and it’s very disorienting.”

You turned your head and looked over your shoulder at the smoldering ruins of what used to be your village and your home. Maybe it was because you had nothing to worry about, not even your life, or maybe it was because everything had been taken from you, but you weren’t worried about San’s vague statements.

“Take me far away from here, San.”

“Gladly, my heart.”

“My--?” 

You screamed and closed your eyes as the world turned upside down. Or sideways? You weren’t sure, you just knew you felt like you were going to be sick. San had stepped through a purple portal and now you were experiencing vertigo. 

You didn’t dare open your mouth, for fear more than vomit would come out. 

“Just a little bit more,” San said, his arms tightening around you.

You were suddenly very distracted by the hard item that was pushing into your stomach.

Then your ears popped and you opened your eyes. 

“San, where are we?”

“The Demon World.”

Your jaw dropped slowly as you took in the world around you. A mute red grasslands spread out below the crest of the hill you were standing on. In the distance were crags of rocks that you could only describe as teeth, topped with a neon orange substance. It was odd but familiar and beautiful. All were true.

“I knew you’d love it here.”

Back to the matter at hand. “Why the hell are you hard?!”

San pulled at the crotch of his pants, adjusting himself. “That’s a standard response to meeting one’s fated mate.”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “This is too much. I’ve actually died, haven’t I? This is the last few minutes where my mind is just popping off and creating some fun before I truly become worms and dirt.”

San frowned down at you. “That’s not very nice of you to say.”

“I was betrayed by the man I loved, the Witch’s Axe is after me, I’ve met a demon after attempting to kill myself, and now I’m in the demon realm where said demon has just declared we are fated mates.”

San looked thoughtful. “That about sums it up.”

You held up a hand. “I’m going to need a minute.”

“Me too,” San admitted. “Although I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon because I can still smell you.”

“Then I’m going away!” You stomped down the hill but you didn’t get far.

“I don’t think so, Heart.” You have a moment to contemplate the way San’s growl made you feel before you were swept off your feet and realized you’re flying. “You have the rest of your life to realize that I’m never going to let you more than an arms length away from me.”

“This is ridiculous! You knew the entire time?” You shouted as air streamed by you. You tried to ignore the fact that you were fucking flying.

“I’m the one in charge of making sure that the demons find their witch or warlock counterparts, of course I knew. It’s my job to know.” Did you see a hint of a pout on those pillowy lips?

“San, I…”

“I know you’re heart sore. I can feel it through our connection. It’s okay. I can wait.”

You remained quiet until San flew you to the crag-teeth that you had admired off in the distance. “Our home is here.”

Our home. How did you lose the love of your life and found another one so quickly? This day was beyond maddening. 

Still, San gracefully stepped on a landing, tucking his wings against his back. “Welcome home, my heart.”

He let you down and you took a hesitant step. The furniture was similar but in a purple hue of wood you were certain didn’t exist in the human realm. The setting was cozy but lush. It felt homey but it certainly wasn’t like anything you had experienced. 

Then you zeroed in on the bed. You turned on your heel immediately. “Is there truly only one bed?”

San raised his gaze to yours and looked back down. “Of course.”

“Of course, he says,” You scoffed, throwing up your hands. “Of course!”

“You’re sleeping with me, where else would you sleep?” San protested.

“Not in the bed of a man--sorry, demon, that I just met?!”

San frowned again. “Not any demon. Your fated mate,” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, like that makes the difference!”

San flinched. “It does. I would never harm you.” 

As if to prove his point, San pulled your dagger from where he had safely tucked it and gave it back to you. You looked down at your dagger as if it could give you the answers you were looking for. 

“Look, San, I’m sure you’re a very nice demon but I don’t know you. And whatever this fated mate means to you, I’m not sure it feels the same for me.”

San’s head hung low. “I know.”

You breathed in and out deeply. You put your wavy-bladed dagger next to a double headed axe near the door. “Thank you for rescuing me. I’ll never be able to repay you.”

San shook his head adamantly. “I didn’t rescue you. I simply took you where you were supposed to be.”

You looked around. “The Demon Realm, huh? This is truly where I’m meant to be?”

“Well,” San took a step forward. “With me.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” You used your hands to stop San from stepping too close. “I just need some time to… absorb everything.”

“Of course.”

San showed you the rest of your new home. The kitchen, the baths, the living room. Everything was open without feeling like your cramped one room shack. 

“I don’t have anything but this.” You raised the skirt of your dress listlessly. Leaving the human realm with nothing but the dress you had performed your ritual in seemed a bit ridiculous to you now. You didn’t even have your favorite socks that you wore on a cold winter night. 

“Oh, don’t worry. I had some clothes made for you. We’ll bring the seamstress in and she’ll take something in if it needs it but… I don’t think it will.”

“Know me so well, even down to my measurements, huh?” You joked.

“I’ve seen you in my dreams. I’ve felt your body under my hands. Of course I know your measurements.”

A shudder ran down your spine. You know this is odd. Weird. Not right. But somehow, after everything, San simply knowing your size and making clothes for you in advance felt like… like what you wanted from Jaehyun. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage. 

You moved to the wardrobe and opened it. There was… everything you could need. You pulled out a soft nightgown and rubbed your finger and thumb together to admire the quality of the cloth. “This is--”

A hand covered yours. “Yours. It’s yours, Heart.”

That’s when you broke. You sobbed and sobbed and San simply held you. He held you and rubbed your back until all you could manage was hiccups. And when you were done, he moved you to the bathroom where he lovingly washed your face, and left so that you could clean up decently and change into the nightgown.

And when you left the bathroom, and you saw that San was waiting for you on the bed, you practically leapt into his arms. You cuddled your cheek against his chest and sighed. “I don’t care if this is weird, it feels right.”

San pulled away to look down at you. “I thought you said you didn’t know what being mates felt like?”

Did you? How do you explain that San’s comfort meant everything to you right now?

“Whatever, can we just sleep?”

“Of course, sleep, Heart. I’ll be here when you wake up. We will have a new day tomorrow. I will show you more of the Demon Realm and your new home.”

Well, that was the plan anyways.

Things work out a little differently when you woke up to San’s cock nudging your ass and his whimpering in your ear.

“San,” You whispered.

San simply whimpered back at you, arms tight around your body. His lower half continued to grind in between your ass cheeks.

“San!” You insisted more firmly.

“Please!” San whined. 

You groaned. “San, wake up!”

San moaned and stirred behind you. His grip tightened and his hips flexed and then he pushed himself away. “I’m sorry. My body moves instinctually. It was our first night as mates and…I’m sorry,” he finished lamely. 

You moved away and this time San let you go. “It's fine.” 

Well, it wasn’t fine, or you would have let him finish in his pants as he clearly intended to. Or would you have turned around and found just how thick his cock felt against your ass cheeks? Your face heated up at the thought. Was this the mate bond San was talking about?

San cleared his voice. “I’ll run you a bath. You’d like that, to start the day clean?”

“When I’ve had my fill of you, when the village demands that you be put to the flame and cleanse it of all your evil, I’ll have three other women lined up to do the same thing. But don’t worry, I’ll remember you.”

You shivered and ran your hands along your upper arms. “I don’t think I’ll ever be clean.”

San cupped your face again. It seemed a habit of his; as if he wanted you to only focus on him. “Don’t think of him. You’re safe here. As long as you’re with me, no harm will ever come to you.”

It didn’t seem like an empty promise. San had saved you after all, despite all your attempts to fight Bang Chan. Still, the Witch’s Axe’s words seemed to slither around inside of your skull. It was impossible to rid yourself of them. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll remember you.”

You blinked as San’s lips against yours brought you out of your head. San sent you a sheepish smile as he broke the kiss. “Don’t torture yourself. I can feel it. Stay present with me. I can keep you distracted if need be.”

“I…” It had been a simple touching of lips but somehow it had your brain muddled. Especially after that offer. “No.” You shook your head as if to rid you of those thoughts. “No! San, I said I need time to absorb.”

San spoke through his pout. “I know but you were torturing yourself with your thoughts and I thought--”

“No,” You repeated firmly. “I’ll get ready for the day and you’ll show me the Demon Realm.”

“Fine.” But the pout wasn’t gone. Who knew demons pouted so often? 

With your arms held behind San’s neck, he spread his beautiful bat-like wings and took flight from the landing that branched from your new home. You let out a small squeal of delight at the butterflies it created. 

A satisfied smile spread along San’s face. “I will make sure to fly you everywhere, if you like it so much, my heart.”

You shifted in San’s arms, not exactly sure how to take that. “You don’t have to fly me everywhere. I’m not sure how your wings work but I’m sure it’s straining carrying me all the time.”

“I tossed a man yards away from you and you doubt my strength!” San protested.

You couldn't help but smile. You hadn't meant to tease him but he was absolutely adorable in his responses. You schooled your features when he looked down at you incredulously. “It’s not like I’ve inspected them. I don’t know how strong they are.”

San’s frown at your statement had you biting down on your lip. How were you to resist this man who you barely knew when he was so attractive?!

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

With a howl, San was pulling his wings tight around the both of you and performing a sudden death drop. You screamed in glee. Then he opened his wings, diving and dodging the teeth-like crags. His arms didn’t shift the slightest as he held you and you felt beyond safe despite the devil-may-care attitude. 

“When we come of age, there is a flight path between the mountains that we must fly through. It’s called Dancing like Butterfly Wings. It may sound whimsical but it was the hardest flight of my life. This is mere child’s play to that,” San told you. 

“When I came of age, I had to gather my moon’s blood and combine my two branches of power for the first time. I had to stay there all night until finally I was so frustrated I made a flame tornado that destroyed the entire glade I was sitting in the middle of.” 

You wondered how San would react to mention of your moon’s blood. Jaehyun always made sure he was scarce because it was a sacred time for a woman. You always wished he had stuck around to help you out since you couldn't use your magic much. 

San’s eyes widened. “But you’re not supposed to perform magic when you’re bleeding!”

“That’s the test,” You said proudly. “To prove that you are connected to your magic even through the pain.”

San nodded resolutely. “I understand. Going through Dancing like Butterfly Wings is similar. As if your flying is so natural that despite your muscles hurting you can still manage the high winds and maneuvers. You are strong, my heart.”

“Well, I suppose, that means we’ve been matched well then,” You allowed.

San's arms tightened around you possessively. “We were born for each other.”

“Do you really think that we had no choice over who we fell in love with?” You demanded.

San looked off in the distance, face serious. “I don't see it like that. It's more an assurance that there is someone out there just for you.” 

“You help bring fated mates together, right?” You inquired, recalling what San had told you earlier.

San nodded. “I help demons, and witches and warlocks, with their matches.”

“How?” And why didn't you find me earlier? You couldn't help but think with a painful beating of your heart.

San made a noise of distress. “I promise you, I found you exactly when you needed me.”

You sighed. “Doesn't feel that way, San.”

“I'll show you what I do another day. For today, I want to show you my favorite place in the entire Demon Realm.”

You flew in companionable silence until the early morning sun glinted off of the surface. 

“Is that water…pink?!” You demanded incredulously.

“It’s Lake Fever,” San murmured. “My favorite place.”

The lake was in the middle of a clearing, a copse of flowing trees that reminded you of weeping willows only full with blue flowers instead of leaves. It was a serene piece of heaven and you felt yourself settle immediately. 

“San, this place is beautiful,” You said softly.

San set you down. “I was hoping you would like it too.”

“I…” You were almost at a loss for words. Although you knew the demon realm existed, you  never expected it to be so beautiful. “Thank you.”

San began to unbutton his shirt. You couldn't help but watch as bronze skin was revealed. You had snuggled into it last night but you had been so emotionally overwhelmed that you hadn't truly had a moment to appreciate his carved body. San reached to the collar behind his neck and unbuttoned that too. Why hadn't you realized his shirt had an open back for his wings?

San lifted his eyebrow at you. “Want to go for a dip?”

“A…dip?”

San quirked a tiny half smile. “It’s warm. There’s some vents underneath that maintain it. It’s almost bath temperature. It’s really good for sore muscles.”

“Another reason why it’s your favorite place?” You wondered.

San nodded. “Yup.”

“Why didn’t you tell me where we were going? I could have…” You lifted your skirt uselessly. 

San cleared his throat. “It was a surprise.”

You chewed on your lip. You wanted to take this dip with San but you had just had your heart torn out by Jaehyun and you were considering going skinny dipping with your new mate? Things were moving a tad bit too fast for your logical brain. 

You shook your head. “You go ahead. I’m not the one flying us around everywhere.”

San shrugged his shoulders. His broad, muscled shoulders that rippled as he stretched and folded his wings. “Suit yourself, Heart.”

Your eyes widened as he bent over to remove his pants and then strode confidently towards the lake, as if he wasn’t butt-naked. 

Your eyes went to the sky but your mind wasn’t going to forget San’s plump bare ass anytime soon. What would it look like with nail marks, or bite marks? You shook your head. No, you couldn't--

San let out a chest laugh that was deeper than his happy giggle. “Like what you saw?”

You sat down at the shore, gathering your knees upwards and you buried your face into your arms. “You did that on purpose,” You mumbled. 

After a bit, you raised your head and watched as San splashed around in the lake. He ducked underneath the surface to wet his hair and slick it backwards, a strand or two catching on his horns. You were having a hard time not staring, even only being able to see him from the chest up. 

This was a set up, if you ever saw one, but you found that you almost couldn't complain.

Especially when San started to climb out of the water. You turned your head to avoid seeing his full frontal nudity. San let out another one of those delicious chest laughs. 

“That was offered freely, what’s wrong, Heart?” San teased.

“Doesn’t seem right,” You grumbled. 

San must have grabbed his pants and put them on because the next thing you knew was that he was standing over you, shaking his wet hair out over you. You squealed and then jumped up.

Only to meet San’s eyes dancing with amusement. He had his pants on but not his shirt, simply tucked into the waistband of his pants. 

“Are you a dog?” You demanded.

“No,” San said with a dimpled smile.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Are you done with your dip? What else can you show me?”

Instead of entertaining your question, San reached out for you. You let him drag you to his body, wet or no. “Nowhere where there are any others. We’re in our newly-mated era, you see, and I won’t suffer anyone near my mate.”

“Awfully possessive for a demon I’ve barely met,” You continued to grumble. 

San gripped your chin and made you stare at him. “You are mine, Heart, make no mistake about it.”

“Don’t you find this just a bit much?” You demanded desperately. “Some people take years to fall in love. How can you act like this?”

“I’m following my heart.” San grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart. “Don’t you feel it?”

You could feel San’s chest muscle flexing under your hand. You could feel his smooth, warm skin beneath your palm. You could feel his heart beating erratically, like he was excited for this moment. You could feel--

“San, you’re hard again,” You deadpanned.

“I have my mate pressed against me,” San murmured lowly. “Your soft curves are molded against me. I can smell you and it’s driving me insane. Do you know what our bond is doing right now? It wants us to cement our joining. It wants our bodies to come together. Do you know how hard it is to not take you right now?”

You gulped, hard and loud. You had no moisture in your mouth. You had never been so thoroughly wanted by any man in your entire life. Was this what it meant to have a fated mate?

“I don’t…I don’t fuck without strings, San. I have to be involved. I have to know you. I have to want to fuck you knowing your heart and soul, I--”

San growled--growled!!--and his eyes lit up with a yellow ring along the iris. “You do! You know me inside and out because we are mates.”

“San--”

San breathed in and out through his nose deeply. He had a charming nose whistle that made your heart skip a beat. It has been doing that a lot lately. “I’m sorry.”

And when he released you, you felt empty and longing. You felt cold. You felt--

You looked into San’s eyes and saw his sorrow. You felt rejected. Was this his feelings? You couldn't help but snatch up his hand and rub your cheek against it.

“I’m not rejecting you, San,” You assured him. “I just--you’ve known about this your whole life. I only found out about this yesterday.”

“I know,” San agreed but he sounded so dejected.

Your heart hurt knowing that you were the cause. San had been nothing but lovely to you and here you were making him feel horrible. 

“This was a lovely trip,” You murmured and then placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

San sucked in his breath in surprise at the cheek kiss. When you stepped back, he put a hand to his cheek, as if he didn’t believe the kiss was real.

“You’re welcome,” he said. 

You shivered and you realized you were soaked from San. “I think we should go home now,” You said softly.

“I--” San looked around into the sky and narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck?”

Suddenly, San was shoving you behind him just as you heard the whooshing of another set of wings. 

“I thought I’d find you here.”

San threw open his wings, almost as if he was trying to make himself seem bigger than he already was. 

“Why are you here, Hongjoong? You know the rules.”

“There’s an emergency,” Hongjoong replied.

“Someone else can deal with it,” San said through gritted teeth. “Do you know how much it’s taking me to not rip you apart for being close to my mate right now?”

“San, they need you. Someone’s mate died before we could get to her.”

You side stepped San. “Another witch?”

Hongjooong’s eyes widened. He nodded slowly.

You turned your head. “San, you have to go!”

San grimaced. “I can’t, Heart, you have no clue--”

Hongjoong cocked his head. “Wait--have you not--?”

“Careful what you say next Hongjoong, because if I even get a hint that you’re thinking about my mate in a carnal act with me, I will--”

“San, there’s no time for this!” You insisted. “That bastard clearly wasn’t hurt enough when you chucked him into a building. He’s still killing witches! We have to help!”

“Heart, someone else can--”

“You have a better connection with the heartstone, San, please, you might be able to locate the next mate before they are in trouble!” Hongjoong pleaded. 

“I can’t, Hongjoong,” San declined. 

Your heart ached that you had been saved from that fate but you couldn't help the next witch. It made you feel weak and useless and very, very angry. 

You grabbed San’s hand and dragged him a few feet away from Hongjoong. “Are you really telling me that you can’t go help other witches because you haven’t fucked me yet?” 

San wearily ran his hand over his face. “It’s not by choice, Heart, I promise you.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “So if we--can you--?” You looked desperately at San for an answer.

“Heart, no,” San pleaded. “I don’t want our first time to be like that!”

You made a decision, right then and there. There were worse things you could do than fuck a handsome demon so that another witch or warlock could live. With San still in tow, you walked back to where Hongjoong was. 

“You tell them--”

San yanked you back into his chest, arms locked around you, holding you tight to him. He wasn’t about to let you get that close to Hongjoong, apparently.

You struggled a bit in his hold, you couldn’t help it. “Tell them San will be there later today. He’ll help. I promise.”

Hongjoong dipped his head, his lips twitching into a smile. “My thanks, witchling.”

“We’re leaving,” San grumbled and swept you into his arms once again.

This time you cuddled into his chest, the air of the morning not quite warm enough at the high altitude and the swiftness in which San was flying. 

“S-s-s-san,” You stuttered, your teeth chattering.

San cursed under his breath. “We were supposed to dry off in the sun. Consort damn you, Hongjoong.”

By the time San landed back home, your toes and fingers were slightly numb. San didn’t bother to put you down, he simply walked straight into the bathroom. There was a large pearlescent-colored metal tub. 

“I c-can s-sum-m-on--” You could barely speak, you were shivering so badly.

“Curses,” San swore. “Heart, I say this is the most respectful tone but you need to get out of your clothes and get in bed with me.”

“I c-c-an d-d-do it-t-tt!” You insisted.

San shook his head. “There’s no time.”

San gripped the chest of your dress and ripped it in two. It fell to the crooks of your arms and you stared down your body in complete surprise. San removed his wet pants next and reached for your underclothes before you smacked his hand. 

“N-n-no-t-t-t we-t-t-t,” You stuttered. 

San whined. “Heart, you’re killing me!”

He threw you over his shoulder and then tossed you onto the bed. You bounced only once before San was pressing his body on top of yours. He encapsulated you with his body. His eyes were traveling over your face, watching your every feature. Slowly but surely, San’s heat permeated your skin and your shivering began to slow down. 

You whined as San pressed your harder into the bed. “You’re smothering me!” You protested. 

“You can breathe just fine,” San argued. 

“I’m warm now!” You insisted. 

San shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“San!” You shouted.

San winced at your tone but did not relent. “It’s my fault. You’re not moving until I’m satisfied you’re fine.”

“I’m fine!”

San’s chin found the crook of your neck. You froze when his lips found your pulse. His tongue swiped out to press there. 

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing you,” San murmured into your skin. 

“For what?” You squealed. 

One minute your entire world was San above you and the next, the demon was lying on his back. His wings were tucked tightly against this back. You were straddling his hips now. San’s taloned hands smoothed up your thighs. 

“Did you forget why we came home soaking wet, heart?” San said in a low voice. His eyes were hooded as he looked up at you. 

“No, I didn’t, I just--”

“Heart, you have only your underclothes on and I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing,” San reminded you. 

“I know that,” You replied. 

“You’re so soft,” San murmured, hands now flowing over your hips and finding your underwear. His taloned forefingers circumvented the straps there and then with a sharp tug of his nail, both sides of your underwear were ripped. 

“Must you destroy all my clothing!” You protested.

San smirked. “No. But every time I do, your scent spikes. You like it.”

“But you got them for me,” You pouted.

San chucked your chin. “I’ll get you more. Don’t worry.”

You changed topics, aware of the reason you were currently straddling San right now. “You’ll be able to help the others after this, right?” You asked.

San gripped the back of your neck and brought you down to press against his chest. “I don’t want to think about anyone other than you and me right now, Heart.”

“You’re very good at this,” You observed.

“What? Tempting you?” San’s eyes were directly on your lips. “I was made for you. Just like you were made for me.”

“Are you going to kiss me now?” You whispered.

San’s warm breath fluttered against the sensitive skin of your lips, that’s how close you two were now. “I’m going to do more than kiss you, Heart,” San replied. 

Your hands slipped to cup San’s neck and run along his jaw as San tipped his head to slant his lips across yours. He kissed you slowly but it was heated in its tone. He turned his head the other way to slant his lips against yours again. Each time he pressed his lips against yours you felt your body melt further into him. 

The hand that had been gripping the back of your neck moved down your spine, causing you to shiver. San whined but you couldn't help but smile. 

“I’m not cold,” You admitted. “It’s just sensitive there.”

San eyes came up to yours to watch as his finger trailed your spine until he found your corset. Then he ran his talon down the ribbons there until finally you felt your ribs no longer being squeezed. He gripped the garment and threw it across the room like it offended him.

Now there was simply the piece of material that was your underwear between San and you. The both of you became acutely aware of it immediately. San pinched it between his fingers and cocked his head. You nodded and then he threw that too. 

You gasped as your wet core pressed against San’s hot cock. It twitched against you and San moaned. “Heart,” he called out to you. Both of his hands dug into your ass, pushing you further against him. 

“Oh Goddess,” You cried out. 

San bit down on his lip, hard. “You’re in charge, Heart, I can’t--” You shifted your hips again and his back arched. “Please!”

You rocked your hips up and down San’s length, not reaching down to put him inside of you quite yet. You were enjoying this moment of power. 

Jaehyun always insisted that since he was the man, that he fuck you. You had never rode Jaehyun before. You belatedly thought that this was perhaps you were a powerful witch that Jaehyun felt the need to turn the tables in the bedroom, like this was his only chance, seeing as how you provided for yourself. 

San began to growl and you smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry.”

“If you think about another man while I’m inside of you, I take no responsibility for fucking you senseless, Heart, until you can think of no other but me.”

The hand that you had been bracing yourself with on San’s stomach caressed upwards. Your other hand followed until they both separated over each chest muscle. “I’ll make it up to you,” You promised.

“Heart--!”

Your hands finally found his wings and you gasped in happy surprise at how soft they felt. 

“You’re killing me,” San complained even though his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. 

“Are you sensitive here, San?” You asked.

“I’m sensitive anywhere you touch,” San moaned. 

“Your horns?” You glanced upwards to where they curled towards the bed. 

“If you touch my horns, I will have no choice but to flip us and fuck you through this mattress, Heart, don't test me,” San threatened with his whole chest. 

You giggled. “I have so much to learn about you.”

“We will have all of our lives to do that,” San assured you. “Please, put me out of my misery.”

You glanced down at San below you, moving your hands back to his shoulders. “Are you suffering because you’re not inside of me?”

“I’m dying!” San protested.

“But doesn’t this feel good?” You continued to tease him, rubbing your soaked folds over his twitching cock. 

“Heart, please,” San begged. His eyebrows frowned and his eyes pleaded and you couldn't help but give into him. 

The moan San let out when you finally sunk down on his length was wanton and debased. His talons made indents in your ass as he continued to cry out. “You’re so fucking warm, ugh so wet, I need you so badly, Heart.”

“I’m here, San, I’m here,” You reassured him. 

“It’s not enough!” San abruptly sat upwards, hands moving to the small of your back to keep you close. “I need all of you.”

“Why is it every time I look you in the eyes…?” Your words died in your mouth. How did you encapsulate what the look in San’s eyes felt like?

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Because it’s what I feel, Heart. Being like this with you, this is where I’m meant to be.”

“How am I supposed to consolidate all this?” You wondered.

“Just love me right now, that’s all I ask,” San prompted before placing a kiss on your lips. 

You moved your hips as your hands dived into San’s hair. You pressed the kiss for more and San obliged you. You felt like you couldn't get enough of his kisses. You had never felt like this before. It was--

You gasped in realization, breaking the kiss. San simply smiled at you knowingly. “I know, Heart, I know.”

You whined and wrapped your arms behind his neck. Your hips moved more vigorously, grinding your clit against San’s pelvis. San absentmindedly ran his talons up and down your spine, making your shiver and moan in his grasp. You felt like this sex was something more--something substantial--something--!!

“Come on my cock, Heart, make it yours,” San murmured into your ear.

And then you unravelled. You felt your cunt convulse around San’s length. Your climax hit you so hard, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you saw stars. You felt as if your heart was being peeled back, layer by layer, until it was left open. 

You panted as you came down from your high and opened your eyes. “San?” 

Your heart splintered. Did you simply take your pleasure from San and gave none back? Were you not enough for him? Did you do something wrong?

San’s mouth was open with wonder. His eyes sparkled like he had just witnessed something extraordinary. “You are my everything, Heart.”

You felt yourself soften at his words. “But you didn’t…come…” You said lamely.

San’s eyes immediately sharpened and you swallowed loudly. “Are you giving me permission to take control?”

“I want to see you lose control,” You whispered. 

San groaned loudly. “All I do is lose control around you. You constantly have to tell me to put myself back together. And now you want me to do it on purpose?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. 

That’s all it took.

Suddenly, the headboard to the bed was digging into your shoulders as San drove deep in between your thighs. With both hands holding your waist, his hips flexed and sharply thrusted into you. You felt like he was driving the air from your lungs with how hard he was going. But it didn’t hurt--no, it hit a deep part inside of you that you didn’t realize you needed. 

San’s hands moved to brace against the headboard, his arms boxing you in. “You are mine,” San growled territorially. “This body, this heart, this cunt is mine,” he stressed. 

You whined as you felt a second climax building from San fucking you so well. “I’m yours,” You agreed. You’d babble anything, truly, if that meant he’d continue to fuck you like this. 

Without warning, San turned your head and his mouth was back to your pulse. “Mine,” he growled once again and then bit down at the thin skin there. 

Your fingers dug into his side at the pain but soon it was all lost as San came inside of you. He moaned against your neck, chasing his high as he continued to thrust into you. Between one thrust and the next, you were gone too, this one coming even harder than the last. You truly spaced out, unaware of your surroundings until you blinked and San was looking down at you with worry. 

“Heart?” He said his pet name for you. “I’m going to get a cloth now.”

“For what?” You said faintly.

San chuckled. “For many things, but mainly for the mess between your legs.”

“The mess…?” 

You tipped your head and saw the gushing liquid that was coming out of your clenching hole. It was a frothy mess, dark and viscous. Nothing like normal human cum. San’s cum appeared as the dark ocean whipped up into a frenzy on a stormy night. 

You winced as your neck twinged with pain. You clamped a hand down on it and when you felt more wetness, you pulled back your hand and saw your blood. 

“San!” You shouted.

“What, what?” San ran out, naked as the day he was born, with a cloth in both hands. Then he appeared sheepish. “Ah, you’ll be alright. Everyone bleeds a little from their mate's bite.”

You showed your hand fully covered in your blood. “I must look like you almost killed me!”

San’s eyes combed over you. Your blood was running down your breast now and his cum was forming a pool on his bed. “You look ravishing, heart.”

You huffed. “My good sir, if you would continue to help me clean up instead of staring at me like I’m a treat on the table?”

San ducked his head and padded over to you. “Of course, Heart. I’ve got you.”

You allowed San to wipe away the blood along your body but you neatly plucked the cloth away from him to clean up the mess between your legs. San pouted at that. 

“I don’t trust you to start up another round,” You admitted to him.

“What’s so wrong with that? Most newly mated demons and witchfolk spend days in bed together!” 

“Well, we have somewhere to be, do we not?” You pointed out. 

San took the dirty clothes and tossed them into a basket. “Not before I feed you. You need energy.”

“San, I’m--”

San bared his teeth at you. “You will eat!” 

“You are a pushy nuisance!” You shouted back.

“I’m your pushy nuisance,” San argued.

You rolled your eyes. “Is this how it’s going to be, mate of mine?”

San bounded back to the bed and curled you into his body for a hug. “For the rest of our lives, Heart.”

“Ah, San,” You sighed. “You’re giving me whiplash.”

It was only after you ate a light lunch, could you then put some clothes on and San was willing to leave your home again. You flew in a different direction, and this time with a cozy sweater that smelled just like San. 

Things had shifted between you two. It wasn’t just that you two had been intimate but it was inherently tied in with that. You felt like San had put a key into the lock of your heart and opened it up completely. 

“What did we just do?” You asked.

“I told you this is why there is a newly-mated observed time where the two mates are together, just the two of them. They sort out their feelings and their lust and they come to an understanding,” San scolded you. “Now you have to deal with this AND the situation we’re about to walk into.”

“It’s important that we save lives. My feelings can wait,” You insisted.

San sighed heavily but snuggled you closer to him. “Just another reason to love you, I suppose.”

Through the rust-colored prairies, San flew until he reached a town. Or what you assumed was a town. From your view high up, you could see a spiraling road that descended into the ground. As San flew down with you in tow, you could see that there were demons flying across the abyss, trading or greeting each other. You felt sorrow for your old village. 

San gave you a loud smacking kiss on the crown of your head. “You’ll make a new life here, you’ll see.”

Down and down, San went, the wind rushing by your ears and the dwellings and stores stopped and you began to see statues. They were demons standing guard, their wings spread behind them and their weapons of choice drawn. The artist had captured them as if in mid-fight. They were beautiful but also intimidating. Probably what the intent was. 

There truly was no end to the descent but there was an end to San’s flight path. He finally landed on an open terrace. 

“The hearthstone is one of our guarded magical items,” San explained to you, setting you down on your own two feet. “We keep it down here for safe keeping.”

You peered at San curiously. “Who would dare try to steal it from demons?”

San laughed under his breath. “There are other beings and creatures in the demon realm. Also there are some that would attempt to sabotage the mating connection. Some believe mixing with the magical folk dilutes our blood.”

“I…” Your brain hadn't exactly gotten to that part of the mating exchange. “Are there little half demons running around here?”

“Of course!” San assured you. Then he sent you a sly smile. “Why?”

“Nothing, no reason,” You attempted to diffuse the situation. 

San nudged you with one of his wings. “Not thinking about my cum inside of you as we speak?”

“San!” You looked around wildly but there was no one in the empty hallways lit with torches. 

“San?” Hongjoong stuck his head out of one of the open doorways in the hallway. “You came!” Hongjoong still looked warily at San.

“She’s got my cum in her, Hongjoong, you’re okay!” San shouted.

“Oh my Goddess,” You hissed, feeling embarrassment heat up your cheeks.

“Oh, good,” Hongjoong replied, his own face heating up as well. 

“Can you show me the hearthstone, please,” You tried to redirect by tugging on San’s arm. 

“Of course, Heart,” San agreed, though that didn’t take away the mischievous smile on his face.

Further inside, at the end of the long hallway, a room opened up. It wasn’t a grand affair like you thought it would be, but a cozy room with a few chairs and a fireplace. There was a grand painting above the fireplace but other than that, the central focal point was the heartstone.

It was a dark, rough hewn stone in the shape of a heart, of course. San clasped a hand down on your shoulder. “The painting is of the first demon and witch mated pair. He discovered the heartstone and learned to harness its power. So many demons and witchfolk were yearning for their hearts desire with no guidance. I am a descendant of the first mated demon. I also hold the affinity to help others find their fated mate.”

You looked at San with reverence. “You must help so many demonkind and witchfolk.”

San nodded proudly. “It is my privilege. I get so happy when I see them finally reunited.”

“San is a romantic, if you can’t tell,” Hongjoong added, having followed you to the heartstone’s room.

You ran a hand behind San’s back, clasped his hip, and squeezed him close. “I’ve noticed.”

San cleared his throat and focused on Hongjoong. “Is the demon here who has felt the call?”

“I’ll go get her.” Hongjoong nodded quickly and jogged out of the heartstone room.

“A demoness and a warlock, huh?” You thought out loud.

San shrugged. “The fated pairs can work both ways.”

You brought your forefinger and thumb to your chin in thought. “I wonder if I know him.”

A low growl left San’s lips. “What do you mean ‘know’?”

You smiled happily. You knew that San’s possessiveness should be something to be wary of, but you were finding it refreshing. “There was a warlock in the next village over. I would visit him sometimes. His affinity with earth meant that he grew the most wonderful ingredients. That’s as far as it went.”

San narrowed his eyes down at you but shrugged it off. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. You’re my mate and he’s about to discover his.”

You giggled under your breath. “Yes, San.”

The demoness entered. Her wings were tucked against her back but her eyes widened at seeing you and whipped her head towards San. “A human in the inner sanctum?”

San raised his eyebrows at her. “My mate in the inner sanctum,” he corrected her.

She still eyed you with judgment. “Of course, my mistake.” Then she demanded bluntly. “Shouldn’t you be--” Hongjoong made a cutting motion at her. “--ah, you’ve come to help me. You have my many thanks, San.”

San dipped his head in acknowledgement. “You can thank my mate. She doesn’t want any more witchfolk to get killed before they can find their mates.”

“Thank you, witchling,” the demoness said with slight warmth in her voice. 

Hongjoong grabbed you softly at the elbow and pulled you back as San and the demoness approached the heartstone. San glared daggers at Hongjoong, who was quick to drop his hand when you two were some distance away.

“San needs to focus on the demoness’s heart, which the heartstone helps with,” Hongjoong leaned to you to explain.

“Hongjoong, I’m about a minute away from ripping your arm off and beating you with it,” San snarled.

Hongjoong raised his hands in defeat. “Got it, got it.”

You watched as San took a deep breath and then he placed his hand on the left side top of the heart. The demoness put her hand on the other side of the heart.

“I need you to dig deep,” San instructed her. “Think of your hopes and dreams for your mate. Then I need you to follow the tug of your heart. You’ll know when you feel it.”

“Mingi, you better not be flirting with anyone,” the demoness muttered under her breath. 

The heartstone glowed--no, it pulsed, as if it was beating. And perhaps it was. The demoness gasped and San’s eyes acquired that yellow ring around the iris. 

“Do you feel them?” San intoned.

“I--I do!” The demoness stuttered.

“Follow the rope guiding you to them. Follow it until you can see their face in your mind’s eye,” San commanded.

The demoness shook as she must have done so internally. Then the heartstone shone so bright that you had to throw up a hand to brace for it. “I see him! It’s unhealthy how much I want him. I need to calm down,” she muttered.

The glow faded until it was a faint pulse again. You lowered your hand and San was grinning like a child with some sugar. “It is done.”

The demoness threw herself at San. “Thank you, thank you!”

The flames of possessiveness fanned over your own emotions. You were happy for the demonness but she was pressed up against San’s chest. That was where you belonged.

San raised an eyebrow at you over the demoness’s shoulder. You raised the corner of your lip and he laughed silently. He pushed the demoness back. “You’re welcome. Hongjoong will help you with the transmography pendant.” 

The two demons left and it was just you and San now.

You shook your head in shock. “That’s why you didn’t look like a demon when I first saw you!”

“It’s hard enough coming to terms with being mates. Adding the demon aspect is a bit much, we’ve found over the years,” San revealed.

“And yet you did it backwards for me,” You said.

San laughed in slight embarrassment. “I needed you to accept my outside first.”

You sent San a knowing look. “More like you wanted to flex your wings.”

San spread his wings cockily. His head lifted with an attitude. “I knew my mate then, you’d say.”

You shook your head and laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. You reached out with your hand and San took it willingly. “That was amazing, what you did for her. Thank you for coming and helping her and her mate. And thank you for letting me glimpse into your world.”

San ducked his head, his cheeks heating up slightly. “It was my pleasure.”

“Although if most demons thank you by hugging them, maybe don’t tell me about that when you come home after a long day,” You joked.

San pulled your curves to his side. “I think I like you jealous like this,” he whispered into your ear. 

“I’m not the one threatening to rip anyone's arms off,” You muttered.

San giggled like he was gleeful of your petulance. “No but if you could have sent a burst of wind at the demoness to push her back, wouldn't you have?”

“It’s not polite to use my power like that,” You sniffed.

San cackled, throwing his head back with a deep laugh. “That’s my mate.”

You fell into a comfortable rhythm in the Demon Realm. There were plenty of witchfolk with the various mates and descendants of mixed blood that felt like home in the descending village where San worked. In actuality, you had always been the lone witch in the village so being surrounded by so many others felt better than home. You wondered what had kept you all segregated in different towns for so long?

You also had the honor of meeting with more witchfolk and demons that were fated mates. San was doing a wonderous job of saving your kind but for as many as he saved, it seemed just as many died. The Witch’s Axe was working feverously in his worship to death.

But Bang Chan’s obsession with the one that got away made him work even harder.

You and San were invited to a welcome ceremony. One of the demons that San had managed to help to save their witch wished to honor San--and his mate--with a small gathering. Their week of being wrapped in each other was over, of course. 

Not that time had changed anything between you and San.

The humans have a fond saying that love has an intense spark but it fades with familiarity. That never happened between you and San. San showed you almost daily just how much he needed and wanted you. Some part of you believed he was dedicating his life to making up for the love you had lacked before him. 

Seonghwa, the demon that had invited you, was glowing as he introduced his witch mate. He looked down at her with adoration while his mate stated a very important fact to you.

“I have a message to pass on to you. The Witch’s Axe made it clear that you needed to hear this.”

You blinked several times, the new witch’s words needing time to sink into your mind. “Come again?”

Seonghwa also looked confused and wasn’t happy as his mate pulled away to speak with you. “You need to know. I believe we are acquaintances with the same witch. The one who deals in air? A very kind woman who can never say no to anyone.”

You sucked in air between your teeth in apprehension. “Is she dead?”

Seonghwa’s mate shook her head. “No, but he has her.”

You slapped your hand to your heart and gripped your shirt tightly with the other. Here you were, safe and happy, and still witches were being targeted and killed. Even with San’s help of saving the mates of demons, it still wasn’t enough. 

San was by your side in an instant. Your heart wrenching was always a call to him. 

“Heart?” San leaned in front of you, his head cocked and concern written all over his face. 

You put a hand on Seonghwa’s mate’s arm. “Congratulations for being connected with your mate. As you can see, you’ll have someone being able to read your every emotion each turn of your heart. I wish you a happy and healthy life.”

A rare smile cracked through the witch’s normally stoic face. “I believe he will have to worry about me.”

You allowed a tiny laugh to escape you as San swept you up in his arms as he was ought to do when he decided it was time to fly you home. 

He didn’t say a word once you landed home. He moved enough logs into the fireplace and waited for you to light it. The light of the flames flickered along his sharp features as he stared into it.

“Are you going to tell me what upset you at the welcome ceremony?” San wondered out loud. 

“San…” How would you tell him that you felt responsible?

San turned around, frowning hard. “Don’t you know you can tell me anything by now, Heart?”

You sighed heavily. “I know I can, San. I suppose I know that I won’t like what you have to say in response.”

San moved quickly to stand in front of you and then fell to his knees. He wrapped his arms around your legs and pressed his head to your stomach. “My heart.”

You patted your hand on his head, careful of his horns. “I appreciate your candor, truly. There’s no need to sulk.”

San turned his head upwards, his wings flaring in anxiety. “Will you tell me?”

While carding your hands through his hair, you spoke. “Seonghwa’s mate informed me that the Witch’s Axe has a friend of mine in his grip. I can’t help but worry that I’m living in a dream and allowing others to suffer what I might have lived through if not for you. I feel responsible. If you hadn't swept me away. If I didn’t try harder--”

San hugged you tighter. “It’s not your fault.”

Your fingers found the base where San’s horns met his scalp. “I know but I can’t help but feel this way. And now that Bang Chan is holding this particular witch over my head…”

San growled. “It’s a trap.”

“I know, San,” You admitted.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere near him ever again,” San commanded.

You laughed under your breath and then gripped both of his horns in your hands. San let out a soft moan and allowed his head to be tipped upwards. “Didn’t you promise me that if I touched your horns I would end up on my back?”

A grin quirked at the corners of San’s pouty lips. “I believe I said I would put you through the mattress.”

San’s head jerked as you pulled harder on his horns. “Then why am I still standing?”

Wordlessly, San lifted you up, arms still around your legs and easily moved you towards the bed. “You need not say anymore,” he purred. 

Carefully, San set you down but didn’t let you go. He rubbed his cheek against your thigh, still covered by your skirt. The way your legs had split against the bed, allowed for the slits up each side to reveal your legs. 

“I knew this was a good idea to have these made,” San murmured while fingering the fabric of the front of your skirt. 

Your hand found the top of San’s head once again. “You know I’ll wear whatever you’ll have made for me.”

San grinned deviously. “Anything? That allows me a lot of wiggle room, Heart.”

“Anything,” You reiterated. 

San’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at your tone. “Then I will spend hours with a seamstress purchasing the most debased clothing just for me.”

“As long as it was you who chose it,” You smiled. 

San licked his lips, his eyes on the prize. He lifted up the fabric barring his view of your clothed cunt and groaned upon seeing the fabric wet. “Heart, I’m of a mind to feast on you. Apologies if I become nonverbal.”

“You are a demon, after all,” You teased.

The crotch of your underwear was torn with his talon, as you were used to by now, and San’s face dove in between your thighs. Your head hung backwards as you braced yourself on your elbows on your shared bed. San’s tongue found your aching hole and began to tease you by pushing his tongue in and out of you. You gifted him with some whimpers as he played with you. Your hips thrusted on their own accord with the pace that San set, steady and focused on your every gasp. Your hands remained on his horns, urging him on. 

San changed his direction and moved towards your clit. His thumbs held your outer folds apart so that he could lay the flat of his tongue against the most sensitive bundle of nerves on your body and gave you untold pleasure. Your back collapsed to the mattress fully, head moving back and forth as the knot in your stomach tightened and wound and pulled until your release was embarrassingly quick. You cried out, your back arching and your fists tightening on San’s horns. 

“Heart, if you clench my horns any tighter, I might come as well,” San teased you.

“S-stop, stop that, you rascal,” You rasped. Your body twitched as San lapped at your hole, feeding off your cum.

San raised his head, your weary body unable to keep a hold of his horns any longer. You released his horns, arms falling carelessly to the bed. San made a show of slowly licking his upper and lower lip of all your wetness there. “Don’t ask me to stop when I would spend the rest of my life feeding from between your thighs.”

You groaned in slight frustration and closed your legs on San’s head, almost comically squishing his cheeks there. “I’m not asking.”

San chuckled, pushing your thighs down easily and climbed up your body. “Yes, Heart.”

Your demon mate rested his head in the crook of your neck and licked the now-healed mate marks there. You shivered. “Mine,” San sighed contently.

Then his hips began to shift in between your thighs. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that San was throbbing and hard after what he did but it always seemed like San was in a constant need for you. It warmed your heart that was still healing from its break.

“San, I’m sensitive!” You whined. 

“You came undone for me quickly, Heart,” San chuckled knowingly. “Are you also sensitive anywhere I touch you?” Of coure he was referencing the first time you two had fucked. Did he memorize every moment with you?

Your nails trailed up San’s sides and found the junction where his wings and back muscles met. You watched his facial expression as his eyebrows furrow and San pouted. “Or perhaps our mate bond allows for some liberties, hmmm?” You hummed in question.

San’s wings bloomed over you, casting a soft shadow to San’s features. “Touch me however you want. I, however, will be satiating myself with your body further.”

One of San’s arms bulged as he held his body aloft with one hand as his other found his breeches and pulled them down just far enough to release his cock. You gripped the strong branch of where his wings connected to his back tightly as San slowly fucked himself inside of you. 

“Fuck, San.” You licked your lips. “You feel so good inside of me. These muscles make me so wet.”

“I will never get enough of you,” San moaned. His thrusts were shallow and struggling to fight with the clenching of your inner walls. “Once I loosen you up, you seem to take me so well. Goddess help me, you squeeze me so fucking good.”

Between the two of you torturing each other with all the amazing sensations, you were surprised either of you had the capacity to get anywhere orgasm wise. You were drunk on his dick and San was drowning in your cunt. 

San was right, however. Once he managed to sheath himself inside of you fully, it was no problem to fuck you properly. Your hold on his wings almost became a lifeline because San’s slow fucking of you was going to be the death of you.

“San,” You moaned. 

“Do you feel every inch of me inside of you, Heart?” San focused his hooded gaze down on you. 

“Oh, Goddess,” You moaned again. “This is--” You swallowed but found that there was no moisture in your mouth. 

“Tell me,” San commanded you, his pace remaining the same slow, torturously drag inside of you.

“I need you. I’m yours. Only you can make me feel this way.” You weren’t entirely sure what San was looking for but you knew it had to be one of the above.

“You squeeze down on me so good, Heart.” Now it was San’s turn to sound strained. “You’re practically milking me.”

“Fill me up,” You murmured and then the both of you were gone.

San sped up, albeit his strokes became messy and desperate. He sealed the orgasm with a kiss, drinking in all your cries and moans. His guttural release inside of you fed yourself as well. You found your legs locked behind his plush ass, trapping his cock and seed inside of you. Someday you were going to be privy of seeing his viscous, dark foaming cum released from his cock as you stroked it but today was not that day.

“I love you,” San sighed as he collapsed on top of you, snoring shortly afterwards.

You would have giggled under your breath if this wasn’t exactly what you had been working towards. Instead, you kissed his head in response.

After struggling with getting out from under San’s body, you finally manage to pad towards the dressing screen where your personal effects are. San’s been gifting you with jewelry but the most important item was a ring.

“I know you’ve been grumbling about having no means of getting around from our remote home so I made this for you.” San scratched the back of his head shyly. “It’s imbued with my own power to make a portal.”

“This is wonderful!” You admitted happily.

“You don’t need it, not really. I’m always going to be there for you but--” His unspoken words of ‘given the reality of how I saved you’ spoke through his silent gaze. “--I thought this would be important to you.”

You hated having to use sex to distract San and use his gift to you against him but in your heart of hearts, you knew you had to save the witch that Seonghwa’s mate had informed you was in need of help. 

“I love you too, San,” You whispered into the air before you put on the ring. 

The purple portal appeared before you and you braced yourself. San had told you to think of where you needed to go, or the person you needed to see, and the portal would take you where you needed to go. The vertigo wasn’t as easy to work through without San’s arms around you but you still managed to get through it. 

You were in front of a door that didn’t look familiar to you at all. You hoped your thoughts had directed you exactly where you needed to be.

You raised your fist and pounded at the door. 

A man opened the door and looked down his nose at you. “And who are you?”

“Tell your master that the one that got away is here. He’ll want to know,” You replied snidely.

The door closed in front of your face and you rolled your eyes. But you were right. The door was practically ripped open by the silver-haired man that had so abruptly ripped you from your old life.

Chan ran the back of his finger down the side of your face. “I knew you would come back to me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You ensured that, didn’t you? Now, release your prisoner and take me in her stead.”

Chan frowned, shaking his head in confusion. “Release her? She’s a witch. She must die by trial of magic.”

“You are beyond deplorable,” You said with disbelief. 

Chan’s smile widened, his fingers and thumb holding your chin between them. “I am simply removing the stain on humanity. There is no need for magic or the ones who would inflict it upon us.”

“You should have been swallowed instead of accepted in the womb.”

You felt the ground beneath you before you felt the slap that had you tumbling downwards. Your hand raised to your cheek. The hot imprint of Chan’s hand was evident. 

Chan continued to speak his thoughts out loud. “You’re lucky I have specialized in humbling your kind. You’re all the same: defiant until you’re pliant. I’ll fix you, don’t worry. You’ll be pleading and begging and soft upon my cock; exactly where you should be.”

“There’s a difference between the ones before me,” You maintained. “I have had the honor of being loved and mated with a demon. Nothing you can do to me can compare to that. I will leave this world knowing that. You cannot take that away from me.”

Chan sent you a look of disgust. “You mated with that thing? How disgusting. If you summon it and give me the chance to kill it, I will keep you alive.”

You started to laugh, so hard that tears came to your eyes. “You really have never felt any true love, haven’t you? You think that I would give up the love of my life for the chance to live? To live by your side as a horrid example of how witchfolk should truly live? Your soul is blacker than I thought.”

“You will submit to me.” Chan slammed a boot into your stomach and you dry-heaved. 

You faked a look of adoration. “If I do, will you release the other witch?”

Chan tsked. “She is a witch; she can save herself since she’s so powerful.”

If Chan didn’t know your friends affinity, she might be able to--

“A sharp drop off the edge of a cliff should judge her affinity for air. And if she isn’t what she says she is, then of course I will compensate the village.”

Fuck.

So you showed up like a dog on a leash for the Witch’s Axe. The leash itself had spikes on the inside of the tough leather, so that any tug on the leash had the sharp points pushing against the thin skin of your neck. Even without provoking Bang Chan, you saw the malicious gleam in his eyes as he’d remind you of the power he had over you right now.

Your fingers created crescent moon marks on the palms of your hands as you clenched them hard, a reminder that if you behaved yourself, you might have a chance to help save the witch who might lose her life today.

As Bang Chan had so eloquently described, everyone was gathered at the lip of a canyon. There was a stage built, a nose hanging out on an arm over the drop into the canyon. Why Bang Chan thought challenging a witch with her most strongest branch of the elements was beyond you but you had a feeling it had something to do with his ego. 

Chan threw his arms out wide and addressed the crowd. “Today we have a woman on trial for being accused of the curse of being a witch. She will be dropped for her supposed crimes. If she is a witch, she will hover with her power of the air. And if she is not a witch, she will struggle and strangle herself with the weight of your accusations. Let us begin.”

Some of the Witch’s Axe’s cronies pushed and shoved the witch of air towards the stand. She stumbled, and it was no small feat for her to stay on her feet, by the look of her damaged body.

You stared in horror at the bridle that was around her head. It was exactly like Bang Chan had described it. There must be an instrument that was piercing and holding the witch’s tongue so that she could not speak. Meanwhile, the metal contraption that held it all in place appeared as a barbed wire nightmare of a halo around her head. 

Chan tugged on your leash and you allowed only a small narrowing of your eyes to show your pain as the spikes pierced deeper into your skin, allowing rivulets of blood to stream steadily down to pool into your collarbones. “That’s your future if you continue to be stubborn.”

You stared straight ahead. Your mind was whirling a million miles a minute. You had to do something. You could see the dazed, glazed look in the witch’s eyes: Chan had given her something; she didn’t look like she was in her right mind, let alone be able to fight the Witch’s Axe or his thugs.

They didn’t even bother to remove the bridle from the witch’s head. It was probably so the witch couldn't say anything to the crowd. Chan really did enjoy being the only voice heard. The noose went around her neck and they poked her with a cruel fire stoker towards the opening in the stage that would allow her to plummet.

Bang Chan’s eyes stayed on the witch. His lips moved wordlessly. Was he funnelling the watered down version of power he bore? This was it. It was all or nothing right now.

The witch took one step towards her death and you grabbed the leash that Bang Chan held. His focus had been on the witch about to die so it made it easy for you to yank it out of his grasp. You ran towards the stage and focused your fire magic first, burning through the rope that was the noose. The witch did not strangle. Then you used your air magic to help her hover out of the grasp of the other witch hunters, also sending a blast of air to push them all away.

“Our logical acquaintance is with her mate!” You shouted. You yanked off the portal ring from your finger and threw it at her. “Find yours! I’ll see you in the demon realm when this is all said and done. Simply focus on the faint tug at your heart for love and you’ll succeed.”

The witch’s eyes sharpened to a moment of lucidness. She nodded and then put your ring on. She took a step off the air platform you had created. The crowd gasped a second time but as you all rushed towards the edge. You saw the portal to the demon realm closing. 

You closed your eyes and sank to your knees in relief. You had succeeded in your mission.

A bubble of water surrounded your head as someone punched you in the stomach. The air left your lungs and when you inhaled, water flooded in. Bang Chan used his affinity with water to torture you for a moment before he released the water. You coughed and coughed. The illusion of almost drowning wracked through you.

“See how the wretched creatures look to even kill their own kind!” Bang Chan shouted for all to hear. He knelt down to grab the leash, wrapping the leather around his hand until there was no slack. He brought his lips so they were close to your ear. “You will pay dearly for that.”

You let out a wet, bitter laugh. “Worth it, Witch’s Bane.”

The next day made what Chan had promised when he first burst into your hut sound like mere child’s play. 

You now understood why the air witch had been so mentally unpresent during her execution. The potion that Bang Chan had fed to you made the word disorientation seem like a mild dose of sickness. Sometimes you thought you knew where you were or who you were with and sometimes you swore you were back home with San. Cruel hands turned into a loving embrace. Pleasure emerged into excruciating pain. 

Sometimes it was a relief to not be fully aware of exactly what Chan was doing to you and other times you wanted to lock it into your mind's eye for when you exacted your revenge.

Yes, you were still living in that lie. 

As the hours, or seconds, or days--you weren’t sure--passed, you realized that you weren’t escaping this. You were fully capable but Chan’s method of torture was specialized in bringing witchfolk to their knees and unable to defend themselves, despite their power base. 

But you had something the other witches had not: a demon mate.

Chan pushed your chin up, gently bringing your focus back to him. His tone was as a lover addresses their sweetheart. “Come now, you and I could have so much fun in this world. If you leant your power to me, if we combined forces, we could become the sole magical practitioners of this realm. With a big enough army, we could even invade the demon realm. Summon the demon that forced himself on you. We can make everything and everyone tremble beneath us.”

Your eyes focus on what’s around you. A crowd of people. You were standing on a pyre of wood. Your hands were tied behind your back at a stake. 

Oh. This was your execution.

It was almost funny the way that Bang Chan thought he was the hero in this story. You smiled and he thought you were about to agree with him.

“I didn’t want to have to break you but you do look so beautiful this way,” he murmured to you. 

“I would never betray the first man who loved me unconditionally for a fucked up, unloved witch’s spawn. Go ahead and try to burn me. Fire is my element. I would embrace it as I would my demon mate. You better make sure you don’t ever meet my San, because he would rip you limb for limb for what you’re about to do,” You announced triumphantly. 

“You’re making a mistake,” Chan said, stepping down off the pyre and shaking his head. 

You grinned maniacally. “It’s never a mistake to bet on love.”

Once Chan was sitting on the chair they hauled to another stage where the Witch’s Axe was to reign over this moment, the jeers began. The crowd screamed about how you were the seed of all their problems. You were an abomination. How you didn’t deserve to live. Chan motioned with his fingers for his cronies to light your pyre.

All the witches you knew were selfless and giving and helped every village and human they encountered. Even the hermits would aid any who crossed their path. Witches were some of the best humankind had to offer and yet this was the result: jealousy. 

You let the horrible words flow around you like a river, and you, the one rock that stood against them. Instead, you thought of your mate.

Choi San, the demon who had not allowed you to take your life after becoming broken pieces. Choi San, the demon who could not restrain himself when it came to you. Choi San, the demon who lived romance by guiding hearts to their fated mates. Choi San, the one soul who made you feel complete. 

You opened your eyes and you smiled happily. Within the wavy distortion of air from the flames licking up the wood, you saw the one person in all the realms who you loved the most. He walked with such conviction, wings spread. God, his shoulders were so broad they almost blotted out the sun. He was so powerful and beautiful and the most pure soul you had ever encountered. 

Your mind was giving you the final sendoff you wished for. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, as if you were to drink in the warmth from the sun above. You wanted the last thing you saw to be San.

You heard the wooshing of the wood as they collapsed and the fire climbed closer. More pain started to wrack through you. 

“Heart.”

You were even imagining your mate’s sultry tone. How wonderful.

“I know you’ll be angry with me for slipping out without you. But I had to do this. I love you, Choi San.”

“I love you too but if you’d open your eyes, you’d realize you’re saying your goodbyes for no damn reason,” San’s voice snarled.

You opened your eyes and gasped. You couldn't feel him, your arms were still behind your back, but you knew with your entire mate bond that the real Choi San was in front of you.

“San.” You said his name like it was a synonym for love. The heat was so strong that it stole any tears that would have fallen for your mate. 

San sent you a devilish, devil-may-care grin. “You will never burn, not unless it's for me.”

With his talons, he shredded the ropes around you and gathered you in his arms. You had lost count the amount of times San had held you close while he flew with you. This time was different. You could feel his arms trembling from anger with how frail you were in his arms. 

“San, I had to save her. Like you saved me.”

“I am angry at the fool I was. I should have grabbed my axe and flown with you into battle, not attempt to keep you from the fight,” San shook his head. 

Once again, you had held San to a standard that he blew through the roof. He wasn’t angry at you. He was angry at himself for not standing with you on your choice. He served to protect but what you truly needed was someone to throw themselves into serving justice with you. 

You raised your arms, no matter how hurt you were, and wrapped them behind his neck to bring San’s head down to touch foreheads. “I love you with the entirety of our soul bound, Choi San, Heartstone bearer.”

San smiled through tears of his own. Your strong demon who had a heart three times too big for this cruel world. “I loved you before we met and I will love you beyond it. In this life, and every life we meet. Our bond will keep us connected as many times as it takes for us to love together.”

You blinked heavily, becoming dizzy with the potion that Bang Chan had forced you to consume. “He’s given me something. It’s how none of us are strong enough or belligerent enough to fight him. I can’t--this time I can’t fight him. I fear I would do more harm to innocents rather than exact my revenge.”

San looked forward with purpose. “Send it through our bond. Believe in our connection and your connection with your two branches of elements. I will be your tool for destruction.”

San circled around until he found where Chan had been standing, waiting, watching your execution. Firstly, he put you down amongst the crowd that had gathered to watch you die. He sent a death glare to all. 

“Mutter ill of my mate or make an attempt on her and I will personally pull your entrails out via your nostrils,” He warned.

The people made a wide semicircle around you, keeping several arms lengths away from you.

You had the honor of watching San from behind as he pulled his double-headed axe over his shoulders, careful of his wings and took a fighting stance.

“Imbue me with your magic, Heart. And watch the show.”

You focused deep within the well of your magic. It was difficult, the potion tugging you mentally in every which way. But it was easy to follow the love flowing so thoroughly through your bond. You sent your strength in air and fire to San.

“If I had realized I could wipe the world of both witchfolk and demonkind in one fell swoop, I would have let you match up all matter of pairs,” Bang Chan said with the showmanship he proudly wielded.

San laughed, this type you had never heard before. It was full of bloodlust and simmering-below-the-surface rage. “Today I snuff the cockroach that has been hiding in the cracks of my floorboard.”

Bang Chan’s face clouded with humiliation and infuriation. “How dare you?! I am the Witch’s Axe. I--”

With a shout of savagery, San swung his axe downward. Your magic accumulated into a fire tornado, now fueled with San’s acrimony from Bang Chan’s treatment of you and all witchfolk, and swept up Bang Chan before he could voice another monologue as he was wont to do. 

Instead of you burning at the stake, Bang Chan was the one who disappeared in a swirl of ashes. There wasn’t a battle, or a struggle, but a simple blink--and the Witch’s Axe was gone. 

San turned, triumphant in his exactment of your revenge. “How’s that, Heart?”

You simply raised your arms in his direction in response. San secured his axe on his back once again and swept you up in his arms wordlessly.

“You are the true Witch’s Axe,” You murmured. “Not one used against us but for us.”

San looked evenly at all who gathered around you two. “Let that be a lesson for any who would dare treat the witchfolk with scorn or contempt. They exist to better your lives, not ruin them. Spread the word that the true Witch’s Axe will smite those who would try to wipe any witch or demon from either realm.”

“Take us home, Mate,” You pleaded.

“With pleasure, Heart,” San agreed. 

“What did you mean back there, with that corny line of ‘burning for you’?” You laughed under your breath.

The look that San sent to you made you clench around absolute nothing. “You’ll find out when I get you bathed, fed and in our bed.”

If this was to be your life forever more, regardless of what you had gone through to get here, you were sure that it was a life well worth the struggle.

[anyamaris]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This was epic and beautiful! AHH it's so good! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time and omg the amount of times I giggled and laughed and gasped! The writing is so good, and him calling her "My Heart"? GAH! And I love the demoness cameo, I KNOW WHO DAT IS!

Topaz, you definitely outdid yourself with this one. Witches and demons are definitely your forte, and I want more from this world!

I can seriously feel your adoration for San in this too, and I absolutely love how pouty and whiny he is. And that imagery at the end? THE AXE? please give me demon barbarian San.

[defwoodz]

Mistaken (alt version)

yunho x reader (f) ft. yeosang / g: angst, fwb, smut / wc: 2.5k / warnings: guns, general ‘mafia’ and crime references, death threats, language, voyeurism, smut content. -- r: 18+

a flip scenario of what could have taken place if Yunho did showed up at your door that night.

a/n: this fic is an alternative version focusing on the last part of my previous fic MISTAKEN (which you don´t have to read to enjoy this one, but I would highly recommend it) full disclaimer: this is mostly for me and @sanjoongie who has patiently waiting 2 fucking years for me to write this. Here you go queen, hope it was worth the wait ☆

Midnight, and Yunho hadn’t shown up. You start to get really annoyed. 

He had said late night but this was just too much. And why wasn’t he answering your texts? Incorporating a little on the bed, you saw yourself in the tall mirror at the corner of the room. Your back-less dress, makeup. You looked too good– and now it was going to waste.

It was ridiculous that with all the power, money, a damn husband and a friend like Yunho; you were really struggling this much to get laid.

Tired of waiting, you grab your phone ready to call him, something you would never do in your right senses, when you hear a knock on your door. You sit up and begin fixing the wrinkles of your dress. Before opening the door you look through the peephole. 

“Fucking finally.” 

“Hey,” Yunho stood before you, all in black, looking somehow agitated when you opened the door harshly. “I´m sorry, something came up at the last minute.” His tone guarded, and If you didn't know him better, worried. 

Any other time you would had left long ago without even waiting five minutes, but right now you were too desperate to have a good fuck to care about why he was late. You grab him by the collar of his black blazer and pull him into the room. 

“You'll have plenty of time to explain yourself later” you urged him into the bedroom removing his blazer, practically shoving him inside. Yunho chuckled at your urgency,  helping you remove his belt. You pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting on his lap. He grabbed your waist, just letting you do as you pleased with an amused look; but still you felt something was off. 

“What´s wrong with you?,” you stopped your task of removing his shirt, noticing his eyes weren´t entirely with you. “Your mind is elsewhere, tell me what happened.” your tone was impatient but curious. It wasn't common for Yunho to beat around the bush. 

He sighed softly, throwing his head back. "I think your husband was following me."

You froze, placed in Yunho´s lap. You suddenly forgot to breathe even. "That's not possible, he is in Tokyo right now,” you managed to say after a few moments. Yunho sat straight on the bed, helping you find your balance.  

“Well maybe isn't him-him, but his men,” he started caressing your arm softly, visibly more calm knowing you knew he was actually not in Seoul. “I definitely noticed someone following my car  when I got out of my office. I went home before coming here to see if they went away but when I was heading here they were still on my tail.” 

“Yunho, you aren't exactly everyone's favorite person” you rolled your eyes, trying to calm yourself. “It could be literally anyone”. You knew that wasn’t good either but alas, you hoped it was anyone but Yeosang. Yunho would be in serious trouble.

“Hey, that's not true,” he said, slightly offended. “I´m a lot of people's favorite person” He smiled against your lips, trying to gain entrance to your mouth. You took a deep breath. After resisting just  a little, you let him kiss you, already feeling more at ease by having Yunho's lips savouring yours. 

“And, are your men downstairs, in case someone was indeed following you?” You were having trouble talking, with Yunho's tongue trying to devour your mouth. He already managed to lift the skirt of your dress and was massaging and squeezing the curves of your ass. 

“Yes they have orders to take care of everyone who asks about me.” He muttered out between sloppy and urgent kisses. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, the soft silk of his shirt suddenly annoyed you. He grabbed you and stood up, turning and then gently laid you down on the bed, removing his shirt letting you admire his slim but toned body. 

Your clouded eyes follow his hands as he undo his pants, smiling at you with devilish intention. And you fucking loved that smile. 

It was then when you both heard the door open with a loud thud. 

“What was that?” you whispered, looking at Yunho, whose color had disappeared from his face entirely. He quickly buttoned his pants and you sat on the bed too frozen to actually fully stand up. Fear invaded you. Was this another attempt at you? The people following Yunho actually got in?. 

“Stay here,” Yunho whispered, quickly grabbing a small revolver he carried in his blazer´s pocket. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear him. And it almost stopped completely when the figure of none other but your husband, Yeosang, appeared in the bedroom door frame. 

Yunho stood still, your soul dropped to your feet. You had a sudden flashback of the way Yeosang had killed that man back in Greece, how easy and sudden. Sure the man was trying to kill you that time. You wondered how much would he´d wait to kill someone who was actually trying to fuck you. 

Yeosang smiled softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. Neither Yunho or you dared to speak so he broke the silence. “Am I interrupting?.”

“Kang…” Yunho started, voice slightly shaken. Yunho wasn't a coward, but mostly he wasn´t stupid. He knew if Yeosang wanted he could kill him right there. His men hadn't been a problem, he was at his mercy. “I can explain-” he managed to say before Yeosang raised a hand at him.

“Exlpain what? Do you think I´m stupid?.” He entered the bedroom getting closer to Yunho until he was face to face with him. Yunho was taller but Yeosang didn´t flinch. “I´m sorry I ruined the fun.” He smiled and you could see it in his eyes that he didn´t mean it at all.

Yeosang turned to you, getting closer and sat beside you, eyeing from head to toe. He then looked at Yunho. 

“Tell me Jeong. How many times have you fucked my wife?” 

You sighed out loud. “Can´t we not?” you finally stood up, facing your husband. “What gives you the right to come here and make this scene?” 

“I´m your husband.” He said, gaze firmly on yours.

“Please, I wouldn´t be here trying to get laid if you did what's expected from one.” 

Yeosang scoffed. He looked at you with those deep brown eyes. Entirely different from those you saw at the wedding. You could tell it hurt his pride, but he couldn't deny it was true.

“Are you that desperate to fuck that you have to call this bastard here?”

“Enough!” Yunho spoke, getting beside you. “I don´t know what is going on between you two, but it doesn´t concern me, I´m leaving.” He said, taking his shirt and blazer from the floor. 

“You´re not going anywhere.” Yunho stopped, feeling the cold metal of Yeosang´s gun against his stomach, taking the revolver from Yunho´s hand. “We are going to solve this right here, now.”

You were shaken. Embarrassed. Furious. “What the fuck Yeosang?”

Yeosang left the room for a moment, you could hear him saying something to the men outside the door. Then you heard the door close. 

“What the fuck?” Yunho repeated quietly as Yeosang was out the room. You shrug, not knowing what the hell was going to happen. You wished to have your own gun right now, just in case. 

After a minute Yeosang came back to the room, taking his jacket off. Just then you noticed his hair was down, his clothes not the usual tailored suit you had seen him in since you met him. His white undershirt was fit and tight. You felt entirely stupid but you couldn't fight your brain;  he looked incredibly attractive right now and it was sending a burning sensation through your entire body. 

He then took Yunho's blazer and shirt from his hands and tossed them on the nearest chair. “Come on, continue where you left it.”

Yunho frowned, turning to you with an extremely confused stare. Your parted lips refused to close. Entirely perplexed, you wanted to ask your husband to repeat himself but the words didn't come out.

“I want to see how you were going to fuck my wife, Jeong. Is that clear enough?” 

“Yeosang-” 

“I´m not asking, Y/n.” His tone was exactly like that time when he promised you he would make sure no one will ever attempt to harm you again. “Unless you want to die here, you need to fuck my wife as you were about to.” He spoke to Yunho directly. 

Yeosang leaned against the dresser beside him. Arms crossed. His gun holstered on his belt, close and ready. You shook your head, you wanted to fight but you couldn't deny, this was extremely arousing. The need to be taken, used, still burned deep inside you. And since Yeosang appeared it has intensified. 

Yunho´s semblance seemed more relaxed. You took a good look at him to know just how much it would take for him to either fight Yeosang or go along. Surprisingly you saw a glimmer in his eyes that suggested the second. 

“Pretend I'm not here,” Yeosang urged. His tone was gentle, but his voice had deepened. Fuck. He really wants to see this. You gasped a little when he approached you. “Come here,” he demanded, pulling you close and going to the back of your dress to unzip it. He softly let the fabric go down to your feet until you were in nothing but your tiny lace underwear.

You saw the shine in Yeosang's eyes, and how his lips parted a little. He caressed the curve of your hips very gently, locking eyes on you before returning to his spot against the dresser. 

“Yunho,” you called him softly, without breaking eye contact with Yeosang. “Fuck me.” 

Yeosang licked his upper lip. And you felt your lower stomach swirl in anticipation. 

Yunho scoffed, looking at Yoesang accepting this was actually going to happen. And then he approached you, grabbing you by the waist. “You two are insane.” he said, pulling you against him and starting to kiss you. 

You closed your eyes, letting Yunho grab, pinch and touch everywhere where he wanted. He went down to your neck, licking and sucking. You cried a little, both from the sweet pain and to let Yeosang know you were enjoying every bit. 

Yunho then grabbed you by your legs, lifting you and making them hug his waist. You hung to him, kissing him ravenously, desperately. Your tongues are savoring each other. You bit his lip and licked where it hurt after. Yunho placed you on the bed, leaning over you. He slid down the only piece of lace covering you. He then swiftly slid two fingers inside your pussy. “So fucking wet,” His voice barely a husk. 

“Fuck… Yun-” you moaned when Yunho pushed one more finger in. He swirled them, flickering and caressing your sweet spot. He knew exactly where to find it. And you were too wet to care for more foreplay. While you moaned and let Yunho break you apart with his fingers only, you opened your eyes just enough to be able to see Yeosang. The room was dark but you could still see a glimpse of his fair skin and soft features all over you. 

You moaned loudly when you noticed he was rubbing himself right now as he watched you. 

You were shamelessly riding Yunho´s fingers all the way to the knuckle. He sucked and kissed your nipples at the same time, sending waves of pleasure so intense that you could feel the knot already building up in your lower stomach. You were desperate for release but also wanted Yunho to fuck you properly. And Yeosang, you wanted him to see it. 

“Yunho, please…” You whined. Yunho looked over at you, his features soft, eyes cloudy. He always looked so cute while doing the nastiest things to your body. “I want you inside me.” 

“Yeah?,” he moaned. “Fuck, never imagined you loved being watched.” He smiled cockily, but you didn´t care. You need him inside you now. You needed Yeosang to hear the beautiful sounds you could let out.

Yunho removed his fingers, making you lick them clean while he undid his pants and shoving them down. His cock throbbing and leaking already, desperate to enter you. He aligned himself and pushed painfully slow inside you, filling you up easily. “F-fuck.” he muttered, lips parted, huffing and puffing from the intense feeling of your pussy clenching around him. 

“Yes- like that… deeper, oh Yun-” 

“Fuck, youre so wet,” He phanted as he was finally fully inside you. He then picked you up from your back, wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting you a little. With support of his arm on the bed and grabbing your waist with the other he started pounding into you with force, eyes fixed on yours as he fastened his pace. “Do you enjoy it? That he´s watching me fuck you like this?.”

“Yes- yes” you moaned.

You were completely hanging onto him, arms around his shoulders; legs against his waist, trying not to fall on the bed by the force and speed in which he was thrusting into you. His stamina was insane, maybe he was riding the same adrenaline of having someone watching, and the fact that if he didn´t fucked you good, he might be feeling a bullet. The sudden thought made the bliss take over, and you let out a moan that you were sure every guard outside could hear. Yunho hit the sweet spot he knew so well, not stopping at all. As your release washed over you, he was trying to get release himself. 

“Fuck, I´m gonna-” Yunho cried. 

You were on the pill, you knew Yunho was aware of this. That's why you didn't stop him. 

“Stay inside me.” you begged. 

“Yunho moaned as he came inside you. Moments later his pace slowly decreased. He let you lay on the bed but not until he was sure you were filled up until the last drop. Sweat beads on his forehead, black hair sticking on, his skin glowing and his eyes as bright as ever. With an awkward smile let you know he was coming back to reality. 

You tried to recover your breath slowly. Yunho incorporated, hesitant to look at the man beside him. Yeosang was still standing, lips parted, visibly aroused and with a huge bulge on his pants. You sat on the bed, completely naked shining with the after glow. 

After a moment, Yeosang broke the silence, clearing his throat. He looked at you with such lust, letting you know with just a glance that from now on, he was going to be the one to ruin you in the best way possible. This would be his second promise.

“Take your time , a car will be waiting for you downstairs.” He said matter-of-factly, before taking his jacket and leaving the room. Both Yunho and you stood still until you could hear the door closing behind him. 

After that, Yunho sat on the bed, smiling awkwardly. “Fuck Y/n, who the fuck you ended up with as a husband?” He shook his head, fixing his pants and taking his clothes from the nearby chair. 

You stood up, walking towards your bathroom but stopped before entering. The realization that Yunho will leave your apartment tonight, probably to never come back hit you. You got closer to him, taking his face in your hands. Yunho was who you relied on when you wanted to be yourself, have fun and get a away from this whole crime family dynamic for a few hours. You knew there wasn´t romantic love between you two, but in your own twisted way, he was your friend. And this might be the last time you get to be with him like this. It was bound to happen, but you never imagined it would be with your husband witnessing your last encounter. 

“Go home, he's not gonna kill you, not tonight at least.”

“Are you sure about that? He might be waiting, letting me have you one last time was an act of mercy” He said. And you knew he was only half joking. 

“He won't." you assured him, leaning forward to savour a last deep kiss.

“Fuck, I´m going to miss this, having you like this.” Yunho smiled bitterly. 

You rolled your eyes, Yunho was cynical, but also sincere. “Me too, I'm going to miss this- miss you.” 

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@mingsolo. please do not repost/translate to other sites.

[anyamaris]

GOOD FUCKING GOD?!~ @sanjoongie said I needed to read this and omg, she was not kidding. HOLY HELL. Seriously? Like, my mind is on FIRE after reading that.

MAGNIFICENT. GLORIOUS. God....I need to dream about this.

[sanjoongie]

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍

❄️Submission for @lapydiaries Admin Isa's Like Winter Air event ❄️Prompt Chosen: “I think it's going to take a while for anyone to find us” + touch starved ❄️Pairing: Alien! Seo Changbin  x Exobiologist! Reader (f) ❄️Genre: smut, adventure ❄️Au: sci-fi, alien, space travel ❄️Trope: close proximity ❄️Word Count: 3,526 ❄️Warnings: breast play, size kink, alien biology, oral (f), alien pheromones, big cock! changbin, cock drunk, unprotected sex, creampie ❄️Summary: when your exploration ship comes across a pod floating in space and detects life, you’re excited to see what kind of alien you’ll come across. What you didn’t realize is that the alien had been drifting for centuries, and he had woken up to the galaxy’s worst case of morning wood. ❄️Author's Note: i struggled with this for a bit, for i haven’t written changbin and then i got absorbed into the world. I hope you enjoy this play on touch starved/close proximity. ❄️divider by @cursed-carmine

“Good Morning, Associate Scientist of Exobiology. Today you have: zero activities to participate in. Would you like to listen to music as you prepare for the day?”

You blinked wearily as the ship’s auto-computer opened the blinds to the galaxy’s blue sun you were currently flying through. You pushed off your blankets and moved to sit up.

“Go ahead with the music, computer,” You mumbled and headed to change. 

There wasn't a point in rushing. The trip to arrive at your destination would still take months. And there was no use for your knowledge until you actually landed on the planet. So your days were pointless for now.

You were on water rations until you arrived on planet Saiyan, so no morning wake up shower for you. Instead, you moved towards the counter that served as your ‘kitchen’. In reality, you just pulled various tablets from containers and added ‘rehydration solution’ droplets to them, and et voila instant food.

Munching absentmindedly on cinnamon toast, you moved to the wide window that showed the planetary system you were flying through on your way to planet Saiyan. Not that you were expecting an interplanetary battle outside but it was a little too zen in appearance. You were bored! You went on this expedition for some adventure and excitement, but it has let you down so far.

You saw something moving lazily on the horizon and yawned. “Oh look, a meteor.”

“Correction, Associate Scientist of Exobiology, that is not a meteor.”

You swallowed your next bite of toast quickly. “Well, what is it then?”

“Scanning,” the ship's computer responded. It was silent for a moment and then, “It is of unknown origin. There appears to be life aboard.”

Your palm slapped the quadruple paned glass. “Finally,” you whispered to yourself. “Something exciting.”

You ran to the hub of the ship you were on, tapping your wristband for comms. “Computer, wake up Jisung. I want to see him at the bridge immediately.”

Once at the hub, you paused to locate the object that was moving through space. It didn’t seem to be picking up speed so it must not be caught in any moon or planet’s orbit. That boded well. You changed direction, heading towards the bridge.

Felix was at the helm, covering the night shift for directing the ship. Or rather babysitting the ship’s computer. He was only there in case of emergency. Or in this case, you finding an unidentifiable object.

“Felix!” You shouted, making him jump out of his skin.

“What the hell?” He cursed, sending you a dirty look.

“Look sixty degrees northwest,” You commanded.

Felix turned the bridge’s captain’s chair in the direction and squinted. “What is that?”

“Exactly!” You exclaimed, doing an excited dance. 

“Please tell me you’ve found a black hole, otherwise I’m going back to bed,” Jisung whined. 

You grabbed Jisung’s shoulder with one hand and pointed obnoxiously with your finger at the flying object. “What the fuck is that?”

Jisung rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly. “What the fuck is that?!”

Felix tapped on the captain’s chair and brought up a magnified video of the flying object. It was most definitely not a rock. 

Jisung sat down in one of the co-pilot chairs and did some quick calculations on the computer there. “It’s got to be manmade. It doesn’t move like it’s being propelled though.”

“Computer, tell them what you told me.”

“There appears to be a life form aboard,” The computer supplied.

“A what now?” Jisung demanded.

“Bring it in,” You said softly.

Felix shook his head. “I don’t think… I’m going to contact Chan.”

You shook your head, putting a hand on Felix’s arm. “As the assigned associate scientist of exobiology, I’m recommending that we bring that in as soon as possible. Jisung just confirmed it’s not natural and the ship said someone is in there.”

Felix pulled a face. “Yeah but--”

“Jisung, does it look like one of ours?” You asked, keeping your eyes on Felix.

“Not really,” Jisung admitted.

“Felix, bring it the fuck in.”

You bolted out of the bridge and moved towards the loading bay. You were practically gleeful. This was it. This was your big moment. You were going to discover an extraterrestrial, maybe the first of its kind. You hadn't even landed on Saiyan and here you were making a name for yourself. 

You stopped abruptly in front of the airlock to the loading connection. The antechamber was preparing to expand all its air and receive the foreign object. You watched with almost fevered anticipation as the working arm of the ship brought the object towards the loading connection and sanctioned it to its side. 

You tilted your head. You weren’t an astrophysicist like Jisung but it almost looked like a personal escape pod. Or a coffin. A space-worthy coffin.

“Warning. Associate Scientist of Exobiology, please be advised. There are suits available in the case of a malfunction of the airlock.”

“Yeah yeah, I don’t have time for that.” You tapped on your command watch and tapped it against the airlock console. “Just let me in, you stupid computer.”

“Warning. Associate Scientist of Exobiology, please be advised. The airlock is connected but--”

“I don’t care, I’ve given you the override, now open this damn door!” You shouted.

The airlock opened and you walked in trepidation. You were about to put your hands on alien technology. Maybe even an alien themselves. This was absolutely terrifying and exciting at the same time. 

“Uh, why are there flashing red lights in the loading bay?” Felix’s voice came from your watch.

“The ship is angry I’m in here without a suit,” You replied nonplussed.

“You should not be in there without a suit, what about the--”

“Decontamination initiated,” The ship’s computer warned before closing the doors to the ship behind you.

“Oh fuck,” You said, feeling the blood drain from your face.

“Goddamn it!” Felix cursed through the comms. “I’m going to use the captain’s override to stop the decontamination!”

You watched in panic as the red lights flashed and heard the decontamination solution fill the pipes above. You closed your eyes and feared for the worse.

“Decontamination halted,” the ship's computer announced.

“Oh thank Christ,” You breathed out a sigh of relief.

“No, thank Felix,” Felix corrected you.

You blew a kiss to the camera. “Thank you, Felix.”

You rubbed your hands together and made your way back towards the pod. “Now, to get this baby open.”

“Have you ever considered you might have an Alien moment?” Jisung’s voice came from your watch. “What if it’s a facehugger in there? Come on, be smart about this.”

“I’m about to discover a new race of beings, Jisung, shut the fuck up,” You grumbled.

You peered around but could not find a latch to open the pod. “Damn it, how do you open this thing?”

“I’m getting Bang Chan,” Felix announced.

Fuck, there was no way the captain was going to let you fiddle any longer with this pod or open it to discover a new alien. You had to do this before Bang Chan intervened.

“No one, I repeat, nobody can stop me!” You shouted, slapping a hand down on the pod.

There was a loud ‘shhh’ as something began to hiss out of the pod. 

“Felix, hurry!” Jisung said through the comms. “Something weird is coming out of the pod!”

You pressed yourself against the wall, out of the way of the questionable gas shooting forward. Then, for a split second, you saw an outline of a rectangle. And then it shot open, past you, lodging itself into the door. Your exit was now effectively blocked. 

Well, that didn’t bode well for you. Still, you turned off your comms. You didn't need anyone interrupting this momentous occasion.

Still, you found yourself creeping cautiously towards the pod. There was still the weird gas streaming out of the centre of the now-opened pod but as you began to get closer, you started to see exactly what--or rather who--was inside.

The being was humanoid. They were roughly six foot five, with two fingers and opposable thumbs. Their features were four eyes, one nostril and one mouth. They were built like wrestlers. An alien wrestler, but a buff humanoid nonetheless.

“Here goes nothing,” You muttered under your breath.

Your hands shook as you timidly pressed forward to touch the alien’s shoulder and give it a gentle shake. “Hello?” You whispered.

The alien’s eyes shot open, black sclera overpowered the bright, shocking neon blue that was its iris. Its voice rasped as it attempted to talk, guttural and deep. 

You raised your wristband close to the alien’s mouth in order for it to intake all the words it was saying. Enough language and it could convert it for you.

“...at last, I escape my prison,” was what you caught.

You smiled awkwardly and began to slowly move backwards. Your wristband also worked as a translator so the alien could understand you as well. 

“Prison?” You squeaked.

The alien cocked its head. “You are not one of my kind. Nor one of my followers.” It looked around. “Where am I?”

You cleared your throat. “You are aboard the Earth’s expedition ship Phoenix. I am--”

The alien grunted as it pulled itself out of the pod. It stretched its body and cracked its neck. “Earth? I’ve never heard of it. I truly have travelled far from my galaxy.”

You shook your head. “No, we’ve travelled into yours, I believe,” You said, clearing your throat. “We are on our way to the planet Saiyan.”

The alien cocked its head curiously. “Do you know who I am?”

You took another step back. “No. Our ship simply noticed that there was a life form in an unidentified object and--”

The alien tipped his head back and chuckled. That made you take another step back.

“I am the god of war and fertility. I am Changbin, the undefeated, the father of countless heroes. The wars I have created, the battles I have fought and one, beside my sons and daughters, are told of legend.”

“God of… fertility? And war? That’s an interesting combination,” You muttered.

Changbin nodded. “Of course. For I create life and take it away.”

Well, you couldn't fault his logic there.

“Of course,” you echoed him. 

Changbin looked around at the airlock curiously. “Do you have anything to consume? I am famished.”

“Yeah, let’s--”

Oh shit, the exit. “It seems that your dramatic escape from your pod has fucked up the doors,” You admitted with a wince.

Changbin buffed out his chest. “My strength is beyond your human comprehension, it seems.”

You moved over to the console and tapped it but it wouldn’t turn on. You frowned at the console pad. “I think it’s going to take a while for anyone to find us.”

Suddenly, the alien crowded you. You were pressed up against the plasteel wall. “You smell good, human.”

You swallowed dryly. “That’s odd. I’ve sweated thoroughly and haven’t taken a shower yet for a few spins of the local moon.”

You heard Changbin take in a huge whiff of you. “Your musk is appealing to this body.” You watched as two hands appeared high above your head. Changbin pushed his large body against yours even more. “Very appealing.”

“Uhhhhh…” You found that you were at a loss for words. “We’re not sure if our biology is compatible, sir.” You tried to put some distance between you and the alien with some formality. 

“I have a functioning penile and you have an orifice. What’s there to not work?” Changbin said lowly. 

You twirled around but that didn’t make anything better. The ‘I’m game’ smile on Changbin’s face was making you regret your decision to turn around. “We really shouldn’t.”

Changbin chucked your chin with a brush of the side of his rather large forefinger. “Are you saying no? When I was a God, I had my worshippers throw themselves into the chance to be with me.”

“I…am not saying no but it does not seem logical to--”

Changbin sank to his knees. “I have not touched another being in centuries,” the alien god lamented. Even so, that brought his head to your chest. His eyes remained on your breasts without a word and then sent a woeful look at you. 

You awkwardly patted Changbin on the head. “I am sorry for your loss but--”

Abruptly, Changbin shoved his face into your chest, using his hands to push your breasts together and he moaned loudly. He raised his head, pleading. “Please, human, allow me the honour of touching you skin to skin. I stir for you.”

You couldn't ignore the stirrings of your own: your nipples had become pert and goosebumps littered your skin. It had been a while for you too, stuck on this ship with limited contact. It’s not like you weren’t sympathetic to Changbin’s cause. 

You stared up at the ship's security feed and then touched your wristband to toggle it off. “I’m going to get into so much trouble for this.” You looked down at Changbin. “Go ahead.”

Changbin rapidly removed your clothing, leaving no time for his huge hands to touch your skin. “You are so soft, human,” Changbin mumbled as he rubbed his nose at the skin between your breasts.

“You’re just starving for contact,” You chuckled. 

Changbin shook his head adamantly. “I have slept with many of my race, but you, you are soft and plump and smell so heavenly…” 

The alien drew his nose down the centre of your body, his hands admiring the curves of your hips and ass and thighs. With an almost-feral growl, Changbin hefted your body up, his arms and shoulders supporting your legs and pushed your back up against the wall of the airlock. His nose continued to run along your inner thigh before he found the junction between your legs. 

You gasped and your hand dove into his hair. It was feather thin but pleasurable to tug on as his tongue licked your folds. He was an alien and yet he was extremely observant. He licked until he discovered the spots that gave you pleasure and then he applied just the right rhythm and pace that he had you tipped past an orgasm before your mind could catch up.

Changbin chuckled as he let your legs down slowly. “Seems you are inebriated off the pleasure I have gifted you, human.”

“I--” You licked your lips, willing your eyes to focus and your big brain to start working.

“I will still bring you to greater heights,” the alien promised.

He unwrapped the small loincloth that he had been imprisoned in and you shirked a little. “That--that’s not going to fit.”

Changbin smirked. “They all say that. And then discover they can do wonders when they are lying with me.”

You held out a hand, panting a little. Wait, why were you panting? “No, hold on. What--what have you done to me?”

“I see my pheromones have worked on you. That is good to know they affect humans if I am to commune with your kind.”

“God of fertility,” You said faintly.

“You learn quickly, human,” Changbin acknowledged.

You felt as your wetness was quite literally leaking down your thighs. Your lower half was literally weeping for this alien god. “That doesn’t mean your--”

You choked on your own saliva. His cock wasn’t completely alien. It was still in the shape of a penis with a long shaft and head. But that’s where the comparison ended. It was the same dusty blue colour that Changbin was, only it grew darker as you looked from where his cock connected with his body to the head of his cock. His cockhead was flared, bulging out to a thick shaft with dots of hard nubs along the shaft. You could only imagine what kind of sensations that cock would give inside of you--

You shook your head. “No, absolutely not.”

Changbin sat down on the floor, palms bracing on the shiny floor. “Come, human. I will let you take all the time you need.” 

When you did not move from your place against the wall, Changbin sent you those woeful eyes again. “Would you deny me more of your soft skin against mine?”

Your feet seemed to move on their own accord, hesitant at first and then you found yourself crawling between Changbin’s long, outstretched legs. The longer you stared at his cock, the more you found saliva flooding your mouth. Some escaped the side of your mouth as you studied it. Could you truly take that?

Changbin motioned with his chin. You crawled into his lap and put your knees on either side of his hips on the floor. Pressing your stomach against Changbin’s cock, you saw just how deep it would go into you. In what reality were you living in currently?

“Slowly, human,” Changbin encouraged you. “I do not wish to break you on the first day I am free of my prison.”

You glanced up at the alien god. “You never did say why you were imprisoned in the first place.”

“Maybe if you’re good and you bounce on me in a satisfying way, I will tell you my mythos,” Changbin smirked. 

You scoffed and then whined as Changbin wrapped his hands around your waist and raised you above his stiff cock. Slowly, but surely, your body adjusted and adapted, taking in the large cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as pleasure wracked through your body as you took the alien cock inside of you. You couldn't even get halfway down and yet you were panting and whining. 

“You’re taking me so well, human,” Changbin purred. “Are you ready to move?”

You nodded rapidly. If it felt that good with Changbin just entering you, surely anything else would send you above and beyond any pleasurable heights you have ever experienced.

Changbin slowly lifted your body up until his cockhead was barely still inside of you and then let gravity pull you down him again, hands hovering over your hips in case he had to help you. You let out a choked groan as the slow rhythm was everything.

“Changbin, Changbin, please,” You whimpered.

“Shhh, I’m here human, you’re doing fine,” Changbin reassured you. 

Each time one of his nubs ran along your g-spot, you shuddered delicately. Your hips began to move with impatience. “I need more!”

“Greedy little human, aren’t you?” Changbin chuckled.

The god of fertility increased the pace and that’s when you became fully cock drunk. Your hands braced against Changbin’s chest, nails curling into his dusky skin in an attempt to ground yourself but there was no helping your mind being consumed by need and pleasure.

You swallowed in an attempt to bring moisture back to your mouth. “I’m--I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m going to come so fucking hard--what the fuck?!”

You screamed as your climax overtook you. You felt every inch of the pleasure that was Changbin’s cock and it almost made you blackout. “Oh--my--god.”

As your pussywalls clamped down on Changbin, everything changed.

In a second, you went from riding Changbin from above to his form completely encompassing yours. His hips drove against your body as he searched out his high. His eyes closed in his desperation to seek his pleasure. With one hand curved over your hip, holding your body close and the other on your thigh keeping you spread for him, Changbin fucked you into the airlock’s floor. 

Wordlessly, he grunted, spilling inside of you. You saw stars a second time through his orgasm, becoming a puddle on the floor as he rode his high. 

“Chang…bin…” You rasped.

Changbin caressed the side of your face. “You did wonderfully, human. Truly.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week,” You groaned.

There was a loud screech of metal and then suddenly the airlock doors opened. Changbin was pulling out of you, sweeping you into one of his arms and stood up as if he was preparing for a battle.

“How dare you turn off your comms, turn off the cameras, and enter an airlock with a foreign species,” Bang Chan scolded you as he strode into the room. “I will tan your hide once I get a hold of you.”

Changbin let out a predatory and possessive growl that echoed throughout the airlock. Bang Chan’s mouth dropped and his eyes widened at the naked alien that towered with you cradled to his chest.

You pressed your lips inward so as not to laugh. That was not going to help your situation. “Hey Cap,” You waved weakly.

“Associate Scientist, you--” Bang Chan licked his lips in apprehension. “You have some explaining to do.”

Changbin looked down at you curiously. “Is this man your mate?”

You shook your head. “No but he is the one in charge of this ship.”

“Tell him that he’s tiny for a leader,” Changbin murmured.

This time you were unable to hold back your laughter. “Chan, meet Changbin, the god of war and fertility.”

Bang Chan still looked unimpressed. “Can we have this discussion with clothes on?”

And perhaps the water ban could be lifted and you could wash the alien cum that was currently leaking out of you. That would be nice.

[anyamaris]

I AM HOWLING OMG! I'm dying, and I love that you made Changbin so tall, he'd love it. That last interaction, I'm choking from laughing.

God this was hot and so much fun, I absolutely love it. And the interactions with Felix and Jisung? AH I love this so much. Brilliant, and I am just grinning from ear to ear. Ah this was so good for the event, I love it so much!!!

[yoongihan]

Though KPop Be Madness Collab

Don't waste those hours listening to your English/Literature teacher drone on and on about Shakespeare. Use your knowledge (however much or little it may be) and join us.

@dpr-moni and I (Thea) decided that Shakespeare himself would definitely love fanfic and kpop. So, we want to do this collab with anyone else interested!

Each writer must pick one of Shakespeare’s plays to adapt into a fanfic—but have fun with it! Space-Macbeth? YES. The Tempest in 1950s NYC? SURE. A/B/O Midsummer Night’s Dream? WHY NOT?

Fics must be for BTS, SVT, or SKZ. Any pairing, genre, or length. We will set everything in motion on Discord, so it would behoove you to have that platform.

If interested please reply to this post, or DM either Moni or myself so we can DM you a form to fill out. (You must be 18 or older to participate).

Thank you so much for reading this, and now please return to your regularly scheduled scrolling.

[anyamaris]

@yoongihan is hosting a collab! Check it out!!! 🤍

[anyamaris]

Title: Wake Up

Summary: Day after day, your life in the facility is planned down to the second. Emotionless and controlled, the citizens of Strictland are leading what can hardly be called an existence. The emergence of latent powers has caused the Enforcers to capture and incinerate anyone that threatens their absolute control, using implants to suppress those they can't bend to their will. Yet, amidst those being purged of their will and shaped into weapons, one man reaches out his hand to give you one tiny shred of hope.

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Genre(s): Angst

AU(s): Dystopian AU based on Ateez lore, but I definitely took some liberties with it. A play on witch/witch hunter AUs?

Word Count: 1904

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Dystopian environment, government control, magic use, blood, graphic description of fire magic and violence ending in death, escaping government control.

A/N: This is my very radical take on @lapydiaries Witch Hunt first anniversary event! I decided to use Ateez lore (though as I said, I took some liberties and introduced magic emerging from emotions with it). Thank you to @sanjoongie for support, encouragement and keeping me focused on working on things even though I'm a pain in the ass sometimes with my writing! @pars-ley for always supporting me, encouraging me, for this gorgeous banner and for beta reading! I love you both! And ofc @cafekitsune for the beautiful dividers!

“Wake up.” 

The rising blare of a horn yanks you from your slumber as red flashing lights breach the barrier of your eyelids. 

You remain still, lying on your narrow cot as the warning siren reaches its crescendo and you begin to count in your head.

One…two…three…four…

The wail finally begins its descent as you wiggle your fingers and toes. The emergency system occasionally woke you and those lying in rows around you, and you’d been taught to bide your time by doing your checklist. Distant voices can be heard barking out precise instructions as the horn winds down, causing your eardrums to throb in the silence. 

One…two…three…four…

Despite feeling the physical pounding of your heart, the connection to your mind is muted and numb. As the siren begins its ascent once again, you start taking stock of your surroundings, allowing yourself to ground yourself with the sensation of touch. 

Scratchy blanket, check. Threadbare pillow, check. The gentle tug of a hand, a sharp searing pain behind your ear-

Your mouth parts in a sudden inhalation, but a warm palm clamps over it before you can make a sound.

“Quiet!” A familiar voice hisses in your ear even as the searing pain intensifies, his hot breath tickling your skin in an odd contrast to the discomfort. Finally opening your eyes, you try to turn your head to look at him but his hand slips from your mouth to your chin to hold you fast.  

“Don’t move. Almost done-” Yunho whispers, and you can feel the hot trickle of what you can only assume is your blood before his fingers are digging into the fresh wound.  

You muffle a hiss of pain as you feel his fingers slip in and prod around under your skin, staring up at the metal frame of your bunk as you wait for him to finish his impromptu procedure. You barely hear his quiet grunt as the horn begins yet another round of wailing but finally his fingernails catch on the implant.  

“Yu-” You begin, but he shushes you quickly as he suddenly tugs, the device separating from wet tissue with a sickening yank. Your stomach roils wildly as his fingers extract the tiny metal chip, your mind threatening to fracture as it reconnects with long forgotten stimuli.

“We don’t have time for you to acclimate, just breathe-” He commands softly, his hand grasping yours as he tugs you from the bed. You try to focus on the sticky warmth of his fingers entwining with yours as bile threatens to climb your throat. The flashing lights don’t help the waves of nausea that cause you to stumble as he leads you through the rows of other subjects, all lying still and unmoving.

Your gaze finally settles on his silhouette in the angry red pulsating around you, your eyes drawn to the shadow of a wound, dark and wet behind his own ear to match yours. The foreign throb of alarm wars with too many other barely remembered emotions, as he draws you to a halt at the door, and finally he turns his head to look at you.

No words are spoken as he gazes down at you, the deep brown depths alive with a fire you’ve never seen before. Something buried deep within you seems to ignite as he conveys everything you need to know with that one single look.

He gives you a single nod, his hand squeezing yours gently as his lips curl into a ghost of a smile. The weight of what you’re doing is choked back as you close your eyes, breathing deeply through your nose. Though you know there’s no time for this, he gives you the moment you need to collect yourself before he suddenly produces a keycard and swipes it. The door unlocks with a hiss and he peeks out, scanning the hall before he sucks in a deep breath and you both begin to run.

Your escape is a blur, a series of stops and starts as he leads you through a maze of twists and turns. He seems to inherently know how to evade the few enforcers left behind, and before you know it he’s leading you deeper into the facility. Your confusion is smothered by your overwhelming trust in him, and eventually he’s tugging you through a long tunnel and up a rusty staircase to a heavy, reinforced door.

Before you can voice any concern, he rests his free hand on the mechanism beside the door, and  his body tenses, his hand going rigid around yours. The acrid scent of burnt electronics tickles your nose as the device begins to smoke, then spark before the lock releases with a crackle and hiss.

He gives you a single look, squeezing your hand before forcing the door open and  breaking into a run again, leaving behind the pulsing red lights and deafening blaring of the siren. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, your lungs burning as you both race towards the horizon. The sun begins to bleed into the night sky, washing away the purples and blues with warm ochre. You’ve studied the names of colors extensively, but you’ve never felt them before. Not like this.

Hot tears prick your eyes as you run, alien sounds of elation bubbling up out of your throat as you race towards freedom.  He glances back, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his eyes like wildfire as he joins in your laughter.  

It feels as if you sprint for hours before he finally draws you to a halt near the edge of the city, near a large reservoir. The sun climbs the sky as you hunker down near some overgrown brush, alert for any signs of life nearby.  

After a few moments of scanning the surroundings, he finally turns his attention to you.  His throat works as his free hand reaches up to tentatively touch the wound where he removed your implant, his eyes pained.

“I…I didn’t mean to hurt you but…I had to.” he says, his voice rough from exertion. 

“I know, Yun-” you reply, but a sudden wave of dizziness hits you, causing you to turn away and dry heave into the dried foliage beside you.  He rubs your back gently as you retch until your stomach is aching from the strain.

“It…it gets better, I promise…” he soothes, waiting you out. You can feel the time slipping like a noose as you steady your breathing. 

“We have to move.” He reminds you, but before he can drag you into another mad dash, you stop him with a touch.  “Yunho…your ear, let me-” You touch the gash behind his ear, your fingertips brushing his torn flesh to concentrate on reknitting it.

“We don’t have time-” he urges, knowing how hard you’ve struggled with utilizing your ability in the past.  To your relief, the flesh begins to fuse after a moment.  It’s not perfect, leaving behind a jagged scar.

“It worked-it’s not very nice looking but-” You start to say, but you’re interrupted by the hum of a drone as it quickly approaches. 

“We have to go!” he gasps,  yanking you up onto your feet in a panic as you realize your escape hasn’t gone unnoticed. 

Before you can make it far, another drone joins the first and you can hear voices drawing closer, calling for you to halt.  

No, no, not when we’ve come this far, not when we’re almost free-

Your footfalls slap against the broken pavement as he tugs you along behind him, your heart thrumming in your throat as he suddenly turns and races down the bridge over the reservoir. “Not that way-” you shout, catching the familiar figures of masked enforcers pursuing you in your periphery.

Time seems to slow as his head turns, his eyes wide with panic and terror. His gaze meets yours as he pants out agonizingly slow breaths. Something within his eyes gives you pause, but there’s no time to process it.  He seems to run through a labyrinth of emotions within that single hairsbreadth of time, and settles on one single thought that bridges the gap beyond words.

Trust me.

He suddenly pivots, halting your momentum and facing your pursuers with his hand splayed out. A terrible cry rips from his chest, and a blaze builds on his outstretched palm.

“Yunho!” You cry in warning, wanting to run, not face them. There’s no way you can face them, and get out alive. 

His skin heats in your grip, and the writhing mass of fire in his palm explodes outwards, incinerating the two enforcers closest to you into a cloud of ash.

The heat wave washes over you, stealing your breath as it eats up the air around you.  He collapses onto one knee, his hand still clutching yours, and you're horrified to see his other hand red and scorched from the effort.

“No-!” you scream, as more enforcers rush towards you; there’s no way you can even attempt to assist in any way. The only thing you can do is heal him, and that’s not even a guarantee.  You’re completely useless and there’s no way to get out of this-

You can feel tears rushing down your cheeks, sweat beading on your brow as you start tugging him frantically. “Yunho, get up! Get up-we have to run!” You’re screaming, and you have a momentary surge of hope as he staggers to his feet. You dig deep down to your very core to try to pour any amount of healing into his body as you struggle to get him to flee. 

There’s no going back. The only thing that awaits you if you’re captured is incineration. 

We’ll become nothing but ash.

But when he glances back at you, instead of running, his lips curl into a devastating, sorrowful smile.  

His hair is plastered to his forehead, the flaky ash already peppering his cheeks like some horrifying omen. Every cell of your being riots against the resolve in his gaze, your heart wrenching in your chest as if he’s carving it from your ribcage with that one single look. 

No…no no no-

His face contorts as he quickly turns, a pained scream tearing from his throat as another ball of fire erupts from his mangled and scorched hand. The minor amount of recovery you’d managed in knitting his flesh back together is quickly undone by the action, the ground in front of you both igniting in flame. 

His entire body emits a feverish heat, his clothing starting to smolder. A choked cry leaves you as he wavers, lurching forward to catch him before he can fall. 

But then he’s turning, tearing his hand from yours to hoist you up under your armpits, using the last bit of his strength to propel both of you towards the side of the bridge.  

“Yunho, no, don’t you dare-!” you shriek as you clutch at him, grasping onto the smoking material of his shirt, but before you can stop him, he’s heaving you up and launching you over the side. 

The world above you falls away as gravity takes hold, your hand extended in a futile attempt to reconnect with him. 

Your final image of Yunho is the bloodied hand that you’d never wanted to let go of reaching for you, the momentary illusion of hope shattering at the tragic grief in his dark eyes.

Then the world goes black.