Hey, I know the vote isn't done yet but I was wondering what our first interactions would be like with them all?
We can certainly arrange that!! Ask related to this post!
*Internally kicking his feet like a little girl seeing so many interactions with our post* ( ā¢ į“ ā¢ )
although maybe itās a little short since we would rather leave more context for the actual posts - Tea
I read wrong a comment and thought they were requesting a shop owner when in truth they were talking about the seller, now the shop has an extra character *look into the abyss in poor reading comprehension*
In my defense, google said 'shopkeeper' was an equivalent to shop owner *disappointed of herself in non-native english speaker* but oh well, the more the merrier (ŹĘŖļ¼¾3ļ¼¾ļ¼ļ½ā”- coffee
tw: yandere behavior, nonhuman yanderes, human yanderes, delusional, RIP self-preservation, written in you/yours, willing reader
-`ā”Ā“- Dizie -`ā”Ā“-
You walk into your house, still submerged in your own thoughts as you walk through the door.
"Uh, maybe I should arrange something to welcome Dizie when he arrives? I hope I don't come off as awkward..."
But... Why is your place so dark?
Ā You hear the door being slammed shut and as you attempt to turn towards it, a hand snakes over your mouth with a delicate yet firm touch as another coils around your waist from behind.Ā
"You were worried about my first impression of you? That'sā¦ really cute"
The voice of a man purrs near your ear and then you feel his face gently nuzzling with the top of your head like an affectionate cat, a rather deadly one.
"I took the liberty of checking around your home, you know, to make sure everything is like it's supposed to be, to make sure nobody else is lurking aroundā¦ I'm so glad that isn't the case, you're all mine to cherishā¦ only mine"
You feel his nuzzling being replaced by a soft kiss on the top of your head, as the slender hand covering your mouth moves to gently hold your face while his thumb gently rubs your cheek.Ā
[Clarification: Dizie is NOT stuck in his past or still in love with the last ādarlingā he was bought by. He doesn't see the reader as a replacement of any sort. We want to get that out of the way from the get go, he's just traumatized (as he probably should be ngl) - the twins]
-`ā”Ā“- Gabriel -`ā”Ā“-
Tossing your keys onto your couch cushion you let out a soft sigh, the walk back home was rather awkward, well, as awkward as can be with a man following behind like a lost puppy, his eyes practically piercing the back of your head. You wondered why he kept walking behind you but brushed the thought out quickly as you felt him let out a veery faint sigh of awe while glancing around your home.
āit smells just like you-ā
The man whispered to himself, his words quiet yet the silence of you both being alone allowed you to hear him very clearly. flattering, but also a little unnerving.Ā
How did he manage to smell you when he was walking like a meter away from you?
His hands fidgeted as you glanced back at him, his eyes landing on your form still basking in the sight like you were some sort of divine entity before him.
Ā āThis must be Gabriel thenāĀ
you thought, connecting your choice with the man that just randomly started following you which you didn't have the heart to scare away.
Ā When the seller said he was a worshiperā¦ he wasn't exaggerating.
Shakily, he reaches for one of your hands, clasping it tenderly with both his hands, completely engulfing yours with the warmth of his nervous fidgeting. His cheeks blaze red by the mere idea of touching your skin.
He leans down, pressing his forehead to the back of your hand, taking a shaky breath, then looking up to meet your gaze with pure adoration.
āI'm so incredibly thankful to be in your presence, darling. I'm so glad you chose meā¦ā
(A person called him and Grier 'pathetic little mew mews' and now that lives rent free on my head; if you read this, I love your energy - coffee)
-`ā”Ā“- Oliver -`ā”Ā“-
This man is eager, that's for sure. There's no denying it as he practically drags you with him to his bakery as soon as your finger grazed his name on that paper.
You couldn't say a thing though, that wide smile on his face was just as sweet as the scent that wafted through the air as you entered the shop with the jingle of the welcome bell.
You were ordered to sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee with some butter cookies for the wait. He wanted to make something special, he said, quickly diving into the kitchen without saying another word.
You took a small bite of the cookie thinking perhaps there was something in it, but if you were his darling now then it shouldn't be anything harmful, should it? The cookie wasā¦ just any normal cookie, it was delicious even, buttery and crumbly, mixing perfectly with the rich flavor of the coffee.Ā
Your mind drifted to the manās appearance as he gave you constant glances, peeking from the kitchen a little too often, it was adorable in a way, like he was checking if you were still there. There was no need to check though, he had locked the entrance as soon as you walked in and you had totally noticed. You weren't going anywhere.Ā
A few minutes later he peeked again, though this time with a tray in his hands, he approached and placed it in front of you, a delicious slice of cheesecake greeting you. He smiled proudly as he saw your mouth water and as you eyes scanned the delicious treat you couldn't help but notice the fresh cut on his finger already bandaged up yet still bleeding a bit through the gauzeā¦ how deep was the cut? The blood was so red it didn't look like a superficial wound.
āI'm just a bit nervous, Dear, i wanted to cut it perfectly for youā¦ my hand must have slippedā
He reassured you, dismissing the severity of it but quickly hiding the cut from you. His sheepish smile though made you forget about it for a hot minute- how was this bulky man such a sweetheart?Ā
Your fork soon dug into the creamy goodness of the cheesecake, the raspberry sauce that sat on top dripping a bit, its rich red color almost resembling that of his blood. What a passionate bakerā¦
(...I love him, okay? -Tea)
-`ā”Ā“- singerĀ -`ā”Ā“-
The door of the car is opened before you get the chance to even lift a finger and you are greeted by the angelic face of a man, worthy of praise and worship, smiling down at you and offering his hand as to help you get out of the car
"Hi~, welcome welcome, how are you feeling on such a joyful day as today? I hope that you are as thrilled as I am"
He says with a charming smile, holding your hand delicately for you to exit the car thenĀ guides you into his house, his eyes ogling you like a three course meal.
"Would you like something to drink? A water perhaps? I don't really have much sugary drinks since i take care of my vocal cords, but if that's what you'd like then I'll absolutely find a way to get it for you"
"Oh, I'm really fine, don't wor-"
His step falters before stopping dead in his tracks, his smile softening inā¦ awe? He shuffles closer as your voice trails off by the sudden action.
"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry to interrupt your words, I just couldn't help but get closerā¦ you speak so softly, I'd wish to hear you more clearly"
He puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, though it quickly moves up to your neck, his thumb caressing your throat.
"You shouldn't overthink too much, your duty here is being happy with me, and when I'm not around, feel free to enjoy your free time as you wish; my only condition here is you take care of yourself andā¦ to not look at anyone else in the eye for too longā¦ but well, you shouldāve already expected that, you signed for it, honey"
-`ā”Ā“- Myotis -`ā”Ā“-
You feel your heart on your throat as the butler opens the door for you, as you make your way inside, you feel like you walked straight into a historical movie of some sort, if the outside looked already out of a gothic fairytale, you can't find the words to describe how impressive the inside is.
"I'm glad you seem to like the place, Amore, that makes things easier for both of us. I hope you can forgive my eagerness to meet you"
You can't help but get surprised when you notice him right beside you, speaking to you dearly as he grabs your hand as if it was made of glass to softly kiss the back before giving you a smile.
"Fear not, you can always indulge yourself and wander around to enjoy the mansion, but I rather that the precious focus of your gaze be on me, Iād be delighted to spend as much time with you as possible, don't you think so?"Ā
-`ā”Ā“- Lior -`ā”Ā“
You enter your home excited, wondering if you should get some fairy lights and stuff for the yandere you chose when a rustling in the distance disturbs your thoughts, grounding you back to reality.
You make your way in the direction of the noise and find yourself standing in front of your bedroom window where the poor moth boy flutters his wings trying to squeeze past the small gap, half of his body still hanging outside the window. This must be Lior.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I just thought I would be able to fit in the open gap"
You truly can't help but giggle at the situation, okay, he is really cute for a yandere, the seller sure speaks the truth.
He grumbles uncomfortably, wiggling his way inside your home. His satchel almost falling out the window, but he manages to grab it mid air. Fast reflexes, that's a plus.
"I brought a present with me!"
He sighed out in relief while holding his satchel. With some effort due to his limited movement, he is quick to lift his bag and rummage through it, proudly lifting in the air a big cinnamon scented candle.
āSome light for my daylight! I-I thought you'd like it, though I'm not allowed to use candlesā¦ I always burn myself with the waxā
(he's my baby and i love him, thank you very much. -tea)
-`ā”Ā“- Tarak -`ā”Ā“
"Huh, what a gorgeous beingā¦for a humanā¦ I will accept your proposal"
The dragon says in a low husky voice, gazing at you with a smirk, his hand gently lifting your chin so that your eyes meet his.
"You were the one that got chosen, not the other way around"
The seller quickly remarks, the humanoid dragon clicking his tongue in response.
āSame difference... the order of the factors does not alter the product after all, we are united either wayā
Even if the humanoid acts roughly with the seller, Tarak gently puts your hand on his arm and holds it there as he walks outside of the store with you. What a gentleman.
"You are going to love the forest, of course, my cave is most enchanting, but I did in fact go out of my way and make a cabin next to it, everything is already taken cared of, I know not every species has the resilience to prosper in my environment, but, well, your ancestors used to live in caves... so maybe you can manage"
āIs my home not an option from the beginning?ā
You say a little nervous, not sure if you can actually survive in a forest without being eaten alive by the wildlife, although you must admit that is kind of a silly thought if you think of the power of a dragon like him.
He looked like he was about to protest your request, but just your scent in the air was all he needed to sense your feelings and give you a look as he relaxed his shoulder in defeat.
"... alright, I'll indulge you, we have a lot of time in our hands to adjust to the changes around us anyways, I'll stay at your home until you are comfortable enough to come to mine, I will make sure to adorn it in any way you please for when that time comes"
He gently messes with your hair as a way to reassure you before he resumes walking, following you to your home.
-`ā”Ā“- Grier -`ā”Ā“Ā
The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.
"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"
You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,Ā like the person behind it moved away from it.
"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"
The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.
āIām here! I'm here!!āĀ
He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"
"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"
-`ā”Ā“- The seller -`ā”Ā“
"I already told you, I'm not a yandere"
"How did you know I don't go out?"
"You're practically chronically online! It's just a lucky guess"
"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know!"
"..."
"..."
"... don't tell management"
[Clarification: yes, the sellerās is shorter, that's because as far as we can tell, he's most likely to win first place in the survey so we are saving up most of his character and interactions for his main post (ā ļ½”ā ā¢Ģā į“ā -ā )ā ā§ - the twins]Ā
-`ā”Ā“- ā¦owner? -`ā”Ā“
ā¦???
"Oh, that's an interesting turn of events, so many options yet the button you press is not even part of the survey..? How experimentalā
The owner let out a rich laugh as he spoke his usual nonsense to catch your attention through the speakers of the shop.
"Ah yes, 'nonsense'. What a disappointing excuse.."
The owner argued with himself under his breath before he sights.
"Want something to drink?"
Mind sharing which one you liked the most?
Dizie
Gabriel
Oliver
Myotis
Lior
Tarak
Grier
...Owner
Voting ended onJun 27, 2024
*Ejem* little clarification (it's the third one now in this post, get a grip. - tea to himself), characters that aren't in this survey have already been requested in asks or comments or, well, won the first survey. we haven't forgotten about them, we are already working on their posts š - tea
Don't forget! If you like something specific, you can ask freely! As I said before, we love interactions! (Attentions seekers? More like validation seekers lol) - coffee
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ā£
The Seller is absolutely my favorite! Although i'm not a chronically online and I actually have friends! (i lied)(does The Seller even have friends-?)
Oliver is kind of cute too, love a man who knows how to make sweet cakes for you and well, put something of him on the cake because it's very romantic!
The seller has interacted with all the yanderes at some point since he had to look through their files and interview them, based on this we think he would probably befriend Griek and Lior (with Lior is like father and son behavior tbh, the seller was the one to forbid him the use of candles since Lior always burn himself), but outside of the shopā¦ no friends (ą¹>Ųā¢Ģą¹).
Little hint: his past will be mentioned for his post, but for now, we can say he never really had a meaningful friendship. He wasā¦ kind of a menace when he was younger (ąø ąø·āæ ąø·)ąø§(*-*) - coffee
Oliver is my favorite!!!! (i made him)
I was honestly a little disappointed to see he wasn't that popular in the survey. But since a few people asked for him i have the perfect excuse to dive into his beautifully twisted mind for a longer post!! Though obviously it will have to wait for the main posts first - Tea
š² ą¹ą£Ā ą£Ŗ Ė Out of the menu, still the choice ą¹ą£ ā
Yandere! Shopkeeper x Willing! Reader
We finally got a winner! *Clap clap* if you want context, you can go here but it's not that necessary we think, in a summary, you got to choose a yandere of your liking! - the twins
This mf was really more hard to write that I expected but nevertheless we tried to match the energy of the seller pickers so at least it was really fun ngl - Coffee
It took us both a while to draft what we wanted to write for him since he's not a very expressive character and we wanted to try a more subtle approach. If you have any ideas or suggestions for any of them, let us know!! -Tea
Count word: 3.1k (new longest post for now)
Tw: yandere behavior, kind of flirty reader, stalking, kidnaping?, written in you/yours, overall soft yandere, gaslighting, drugging (this really still counts as soft yandere??? believe me, yes), light paranoia, clueless reader
Your eyes scan the papers in your hand, your mind still focused rather on the man that handed you them, sitting right across from him, more specifically, the comment he just murmured. None of the people he mentioned called your attention as much as himself did, perhaps he was more that he presented himself as? He seemed to know much more about you than heās supposed to, so, was he a yandere as well? And if so, Why miss the chance to tease a potential yandere?Ā
"Huh, so you think I should go out more often?"
"Well, I'm just concerned about your vitamin D intake, that's all. You need more sun Dear, for the sake of your health"
He smugly smirks at you like he's saying obvious facts that you should already know about yourselfā¦ though his smirk falters, his lips pressing into a tight line as he rethinks his words, though it was too late to retract them, it was your time to shine.
"Oh? Then why not help me with that yourself? You seem to keep a good track of my time outside for some reason, care to explain yourself, Honey?"
You steal his previous smirk, it now decorating your lips, curving them upwards smugly as he seems to sink into himself, his pen flipping between his fingers as a nervous fidget, scanning your expression, seemingly trying to understand what you were attempting to do with these witty remarks.
āDear, allow me to remind you, you came all the way here to have an obsessive partner after you walk out this door, I'm sure anyone in the list will love to fulfill the job, sadly, I'm not one of them, I'm deeply sorry if my previous comments left any space for this misunderstanding"
He seems to lifts up a wall between you and him with his formality as if attempting to keep things formal and cordial though his eyes tell a different story, his eyes, akin to a snakeās narrow slightly, scanning your features as if daring you to continue this charade; a sweet chill runs down your spine, which only widens your smile further.
"Ow, come on, there's no need to lie so blatantly to my face, you know exactly why I'm here, and for that I can also tell exactly what is happening hereā
He huffs, his fingers running through his black hair, messing up his slick back hairstyle into something much more fitting to match with his semi-formal attire.
"As I just said, I'm not a yandere, let's stop this little game, Dear, Iām not sure how you arrived at this conclusion, little detectiveā¦"
Those gray eyes glare at you without even missing a beat, narrowing further to make a subtle warning: quit fooling around. Do you care? No, honestly, him staring down at you only serves to fuel your burning curiosity about the man.
"Fine then, at least answer me this, how did you know i don't go out much?"
The man scoffs as if the answer was as obvious as looking in a mirror.
"Come on now, you are chronically online, I just made a lucky guess"
ā¦ Gotcha
"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know for certain though, don't you think?"
A silence ensues, tension and realization thick in the air as his posture changes completely, from relaxed and smug to tense and anxious, he leans forward, eyes avoiding you suddenly, like he wasn't piercing you with his stare just a few seconds ago.
You let your question linger, knowing you won, knowing he had no way to protest your question seamlesslyĀ
"... don't tell management"
It was now your turn to sigh. Perhaps he was being truthful and this was just a big misunderstanding. Maybe his ābackground checkā on you wasn't something he was supposed to do ethically speaking, but something he felt compelled to do. Then again, they did have this incident with a fool attempting to illegitimately make a yandere harem. Perhaps it was time to let this go, you tried at least, but being overly pushy could get you kicked out and leaving empty handed wasn't something you were willing to do after finally finding the courage to enter the shop.
Ā "Well, I don't know, I choose Oliver"
You said, the smirk in your lips faltering into a soft defeated smile, shrugging as you chose someone at random, pointing blindly at the papers.
"He's already purchased"Ā
He counters your response abruptly, his tone still formal yet with an air of defensiveness. You wondered, if he was already purchased, then why show it to you at all?
"Damn, okay, then Lioā¦"
You quickly point again at a random profile, barely even reading the name then scanning his expression, his head shaking even before you managed to pronounce the name fully.
"Sorry"
He responded with a shrug, his shoulders relaxing as if the tension he felt before was gone.
You smile at him once again, well, thankfully you weren't just flirting with the wrong target.
"Youāre doing this on purpose"
You announce, amused by the realization, a smile widening in your lips as one seems to simultaneously tug at the corners of his, a mischievous grin adorning his sly stare, those eyes bearing into yours like a wicked fox.
"You choose me, be loyal to your own decisionsā¦ though, really, don't tell management. I do maintain I'm not some sort of obsessed maniac, Dear"
That's the most suspicious thing a person can say in a yandere shop but you take it.
"I care next to nothing about managementā¦ so, it's a date?".
(...)
You leave the store, hands empty, but not really. You walk with an extra cheer in your step, you managed to get yourself a date with the seller of the damn shop, not one of the many names in those papers, but the shopkeeper, talk about a plot twist.Ā
And so you make your way back home, waiting for the time to arrive, the time in which you'd meet up with the man outside of work in a sweet little restaurant down the same street where the shop is located. As you get yourself ready, checking your outfit, double checkingā¦triple checking, your mind drifts to your conversation with the seller and the way everything he said seemed to avoid each and every one of your questions skillfully. You managed to get his number with the excuse of arranging the meeting time and place, yetā¦ that was all, you didn't even get his name, did you?.Ā
You are brought back to reality with the buzzing of your phone, a notification from an unknown numberā¦ though it was the sellers, how did he get your number? Sure, he gave you his, but he shouldn't have a way to contact you yet, that information wasn't even in the paperwork either since you never filled any forms out, you didn't purchase any of the yanderes.Ā
Ā» āHey, it's the shopkeeperā
You raised a brow at your screen, watching as the little dots bobbed up and down, indicating he was still typing another message
Ā» ājust checking if you're still up for this date you so boldly proposed. My shift is overāĀ
His texts are a little dry, yet you can feel the awkwardness from them already, he wasn't fooling anybody, he was nervous as hell.Ā
You quickly type up a response, resuming your teasing over text like you never left the shop and so you text back and forth until the time arrives and you leave your home, walking down the street to the restaurant he sent you the location to. Once you got there, amusement tugged your lips up into a smile. This man, acting so unapproachable, so closed off, was eagerly waiting outside the restaurant with that classic āI'm just looking at my phoneā stance, but damn he looked good.Ā
He wasn't wearing that semi-formal suit from before, but rather a tight black shirt, jeans and a jacket. His hair was down and you had to admit, it looked way better that way. You check the time on your phone, you arrive just in time, you look relieved but canāt help but wonder how the seller managed to close up shop, go back home, change and arrive before you when his last text was just a few minutes ago telling you his shift was over.
āaw, you arrived early to meet me? Itās so cute how eager you are for someone who didn't even tell me his nameā
You meet his gaze as you approach him with a playful demeanor, his smile still decorating his face as always.
He huffs, glancing up from his phone, his eyes crinkling in a mischievous grin. He pockets his phone and adjusts his jacket, leaning a little closer as he speaks
āOh, Dear, you got it all wrong, i just got here, but, i must sayā¦waiting would have been worth it, you look stunningāĀ
He said with a soft chuckle and you nudged his shoulder in response to his compliment, though as you nudge him you feel how cold his jacket is, of course he didn't wait for you
āRight, anyways, you know, it's only fair that I get your name. I know you so desperately want to seem all mysterious and shit, but i need to know who I'm flirting withā
You tease bluntly with a chuckle, he tenses up a little, looking away for a second, trying to disguise his blush by rolling his eyes at you.
āI suppose you could call me Jadeā¦ā
āWell, jade, pleasure to meet youā
You said trying to imitate his tone of voice as he guides the way inside the restaurant.
āSince I answered your question, it's only fair you answer mine, don't you agree?"
His gaze seems like he's taking notes of your every expression as he gently pulls a chair for you to sit on before he sits across from you.
"Are we doing a little bit of banter here? Huh, that's quite the contrary of what you been doing all day, but please, go on, I'm thrilled to know what you wish to know of me"
His eyes move to the menu, although you can say his entire focus was still on youā¦ because of the fact he can't possibly read the menu when it's upside down.
"So, if I may askā¦ why did you choose to flirt with me when you came to the shop to get yourself a yandere?"
"Why not? You could say I went there to find someone that catches my eye, and jokes on you, my eyes were set on you the moment you opened that door to guide me into the store"
You restrain yourself not to giggle like a fool when the top of his ears turns red while he's attempting to keep his perpetually smiling facade, oblivious to his own reaction to your words.
"Then, do yo-"
His words quickly die on his throat as a waiter gets to your table, you didn't have the time to catch the small twitch of his eyebrows that lasted a second.
"Good evening, I will be your server for the night, what can I get started for you two?"
As you two order normally, you can't help but feel a sense of discomfort as the waiter always speaks focusing his eyes on you, but Jade doesn't seem to react so you dismissed it, you're only feeling weird because of the awkwardness of being on a first date, although you can't help but sigh faintly with relief after the server walks away.
"Wellā¦ anyways, since I replied to one of your questions, guess it's my turn!"
You said smiling, trying to brush off the weird feeling you just had, focusing on your task in hand: the date.
āso, why donāt you tell me a little about your hobbies?ā
You gaze at him while his head tilts slightly, as if doubting if to reply or just dodge the question like the past ones.
āWell, they differ depending on the time, Iām the type of person that get a new one every once in a while but one that has stuck since high school is embroideryā
Honestly, you can picture it, he does seem like the type of person who enjoys calm classy hobbies, old lady hobbies if you will. The image is sort of endearing.Ā
"Since high school? Wow, what was your first piece?"
You feel relieved that he seems more open to conversation now that you both are formally on this date. Sadly for you and lucky for him, you focused so much on listening to his answers that you didn't catch the small blush dusting his cheeks.
"...It was a skull, edgy, I know. I really like how it turned out back then thoughā
āA skull? Very edgy indeed, why-ā
Your question was left hanging in the air as an arm interfered with your vision of Jade, the waiter placing your plates on the table with a polite smile. The interjection was a little awkward, but there's not much you can do about it, the waiter is just doing his job.
Though as you lower your voice to a stop, interrupted by the waiter, you see the slight hint of annoyance in Jadeās face flick for a second just to disappear like it never happened, it makes you wonder if that was a hint of jealousy? It probably wasn'tā¦ your yandere rotten brain must be seeing things, right?
As you two indulge in conversation, enjoying your little date, you almost lose track of time. It feels like in the blink of an eye, the date was already at its final point, the only thing that popped your bubble was his phone ringing.
"...sorry, it's my boss, allow me to step out real quick, it won't take long I'm sure"
You nod to him before he makes his way to the restroom to pick up the call. Honestly you feel kind of sad that the dinner was reaching its end but well, you can't be that clingy on the first date.
As you ponder between when and where the perfect second date will be or if it's best to wait for him to ask for another, the waiter interrupts your thoughts, placing a glass of what looks like raspberry juice on the table.
"Excuse me sir, I didn't order this"
The waiter gives you a puzzled expression as if it were a competition who is more confused by the situation but is quick to giggle as if it was an inside joke of his before reassuring you.
"Oh, don't worry, it's already been paidā
You didn't have time to ask further questions when the busy server was already on another table that needed him, well, it looks tasty anyways, why reject something when it's free?
You honestly feel like luck is on your side today; you got the confidence to try and flirt with Jade and successfully get yourself a really good date! And you also get a free drink as a way to celebrate your little achievement, so you take a big gulp.Ā
Huh? Weird, you know the taste of raspberry by heart, why does it taste more bitter? Ugh, the fruit is probably not that fresh , even the consistency feels a little thicker too. Well, raspberry juice is supposed to be like that, perhaps you got too used to store bought and got yourself confused.
"Well, is not like a restaurant would sell 'expired juice' as their main drink, surely I'm just overthinking it"Ā
You reason with yourself in a whisper as you set the drink aside, ugh, maybe you drank too big of a sip, you start to feel like you got brain freeze or something.
(ā¦)
āDear, are you feeling well? Do you need to go to the restroom?ā
The sound of his relaxed voice quickly fills your ears, your mind feels hazy but you nevertheless try focusing on him as he sits back down to the table, catching his expression changing from the usual laid back grin to a worried frown. You didn't even notice when he came back from his work call, not until he was right in front of you, it's like time passed while your brain was stopped, something wasn't goodā¦
"Did something happen? Do you need a pain-killer? Did the food upset your stomach?"
The rapid fire questions overfill your already overwhelmed mind as his hands hold your shoulders before he places his forehead against yours to check your temperature and although you tried, your currently unstable self only managed to hardly mumble some words.
"Iā¦ don't know, I just drank that"
You focus your gaze on the glass of juice and he follows your gaze with a frown as if his laid back mask is cracked.
"the color is slightly off and ice is only floating up to the middle of the glassā¦"
Was there really something wrong with your drink? What was in there? How bad is it? What's going to happen to you? Was it the waiter? Was there someone in the restaurant you didn't see? Why is this happening today?
"Dear, focus on me, okay? Don't worry, you're fine, just dizzy, I will make sure you are okay, alright? Take a deep breath for me darling"Ā
Through your dizziness you watch as he moves skillfully and quickly, paying the bill as fast as he could to take you out of there, his arms tightly wrapped around you to steady your wobbly stance, guiding you out of the busy restaurant. It's almost as if you were drunk, which didn't make sense, you felt yourself slipping further out of your senses, sounds muffled and your vision blurry, your legs and hands feeling tingly with each step you took with his assistance.Ā
"Jade, I-"
"Don't worry Dear, I will take care of you, just trust me, alright?"
You can help but feel grateful that even in this awful situation, you managed to have someone so gentle and caring with you, but before you can try to babble a thank you, you feel your mind shut off like an old tvā¦ don't worry, you are being taken care of, Dear.
He just wants to look after you, it would be so creepy if he left you unconscious at your place since he's not supposed to know your address yet, so, guess the only choice is him letting you crash at his apartment, it's fine, you will find yourself at home there, it's really cozy!Ā
. . .
Wait, did you really believe him? That's kind of hilarious, try guessing again.
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ā£
summary: when a vampire needs a source of unlimited blood, he turns to science. Youāre his experiment, and a bit spoiledā¦
warnings: blood drinking, cock warming, male lead is a bit manipulative
a/n: shut up if I have any spelling mistakes š Iām trying to catch up
You let out an annoyed whine as he poked his head into your room. You were in the middle of a movie, eating a snack.
āDarling~ā
He walked in, throwing his lab coat aside and jumping into your bed. The man had a habit of coming to you after a long day in the lab, being clingy and over baring.
āH-hey, donāt jump in my bed before you wash up!ā
You pouted, squirming as he pulled you on his lap and rubbed his cheek against your neck.
āOh, donāt fuss my dearā¦ you know I just adore you, itās hard to stay away for long.ā
Before you could whine anymore, he moved his hand between your thighs, pressing against your wet panties.
āDonāt you remember who saved you? Whoās spoiled you rotten?ā
You did remember.
Before you had been living on the street, hungry and barely hanging on. One night you were caught in the middle of a shoot out, and nearly died from blood loss,
He found you curled up in an alleyway, buried beneath trash and filth. You had already died, not even turning you into a vampire could bring you backā¦
So he used the knowledge he had gained from his research so far from both science and witchcraft to give you life.
One of the side effects was that you overproduce blood, and had to be drained daily. It was a happy surprise, and he decided to keep you for himself as his blood bag.
You were kept in a sterile section of his lap, your bed a plain cot and your food some sort of nutritional mush.
It was hardly the place for a girlā¦ but it would do. You were just an experiment, after all.
That had been his idea at first, to keep you in his laboratory and feed from you every once in a whileā¦ but he grew fond of you quickly.
A room was decorated with your interests in mind, and he made sure you were comfortable and had everything you could ever want.
You were almost like his doll, something he could play with when he was bored. He dressed you up, kept you in a pretty roomā¦ you were his perfect, pretty little doll.
Thatās what he told himself. In all reality, he truly cared for you. Once you bring someone back from death and care for them for months while they recover, you become fond of that person and want to see them thrive.
As he thought this over, your memory was a bit different.
You reached out for him to help you, and he carried you back to his lab himself, not caring that you were dirty and smelled of decay.
Your spirit watched as he carefully cleaned and stitched up your broken body, his hands gentle and caring. Even though you were simply a corpse, he still dressed you and placed a pillow under your head while he researched ways to save you at his desk.
When you woke up in your body, you were in something much softer than the ground you slept on every night. Every day you ate until you were full, and always had energy to walk around.
You werenāt hungry or cold or dirty anymoreā¦ that was enough for you, but he gave you even more! A room just for you, dressed and games and books and all the attention and love you could ever ask forā¦
But it was so hard to accept all of this, to really give in to being spoiled. Especially when you were crushing this hard on himā¦
His fangs brushed against your neck as he slipped the silk panties he bought for you aside. Lately his affections had turned from platonic to sexual, and he had been toying with you a lot.
Experimenting.
āI seeā¦ this is how wet you get when I rub here, hmm?ā
He licked along your neck, eyes on your fat cunt as he flicked your clit, causing you to yelp and your hips to buck.
āH-heyā¦ā
His cock hardened when you squirmed, your plump ass moving against his hard on. āThat hurtsā¦ā
You were pouting, your face warm and flustered.
āSo cuteā¦ā
He lifted your hips with ease, his cock rubbing against your cunt before he slowly lowered you into it.
Though youād never taken cock before, he had been slowly stretching you out for weeks now, pumping his fingers in and out of you, getting you ready to take him.
You could only whine and whimper, embarrassed that it felt so good. You attempted to move, but he kept you still, his fingers toying with your clit.
āRelax, loveā¦ā
His fangs sunk into your neck, causing you to wiggle and writhe in mild discomfort, which made his cock twitch inside of you. The man continued to stimulate your clit as he fed from you.
Your soft body felt warm against him, and having your blood flowing through his felt intimate. You were connected in a way no one else could be.
As he finished up his feeding, he began lightly bouncing you, letting you ride out your orgasm as his cum spurted into your womb.
Afterwards you were tired and a bit cranky from the blood loss, so he carried you to a bath and washed you up before tucking you into bed.
Why did he do so much for you? He wasnāt sureā¦ but you knew.
He loved you, his little experiment had become his mate and he hadnāt even noticed yet.
want more of this? my commissions and kofi are open!
Idea: where mechs use holoforms to lure humans in,
Using rodimus for example because Iām most familiar with him:)
There he was, perched quietly in the corner, he had been buying drinks and waving excitedly to the people mingling around him and yet he looked out of place, like he was straight out of back to the future.
His eyes caught yours, and you froze even as he jogged excitedly over to you. He waved and made a few gestures as if beckoning you to the dance floor, lazily you followed him,Ā
You donāt remember much of what happened later into the night, all you knew was by the end you were following the strange 80ās man out into the street and towards a sleek red car, you froze, suddenly stunned into reality, you shouldnāt enter the car of a stranger, you shouldnāt have left your group.Ā
Carefully you go to walk away without alerting the man, but as you turn heās there. Right infront of you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, worry and a tinge of anger, suddenly you realize how open it is out on the street, itās just you him and his car.Ā
Heās too close, and heās reaching out for you, but you shove him, or atleast attempt to, you can see his eyes widen and his mouth open, but your hands pass through his chest just as a serious of beeps and boops erupt from his opened mouth.
You really mustāve had to much to drink is all you can think as he vanishes before you eyes, you can feel air shift behind you but donāt turn back, too terrified of what youāll see. But you donāt have to, whatever it was scoops you up, turning you to face him, to face your consequence, your snarer,Ā
Inspired by this quote from the phantom of the opera by Gaston Leroux
especially with reader accidentally exposing rodimus and figuring out his secret.
āKnow that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!ā
Also this one was fittingĀ
āYou are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.ā
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OH MY GOD????? THE PERSON WHO SUBMITTED THAT ONE KNOCKOUT REQUEST A LONG TIME AGO??? OMG YOUāVE BEEN FOLLOWING ME FOR FOREVER IāM SO HONORED ššš
And second of all THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!! God the plot twists were so good. Iām so tempted to write something with this but I would love to see what you do with it too if you wanted to.
Hello! I hope you are doing well! If you still have slots for requests at the time you see this, would you be okay with writing a scenario situated where a mech visits some sort of Cybertronian street fair or market where they discover humans being sold as pets in pretty horrible conditions, and obviously this mech sees that the poor things are being treated terribly, so they decide to buy and save one? Could or could not involve vore, itās all up to your preference! I just love fearplay scenarios so so much which involve good intentions but obvious hindrances like a language barrier that prevents the two parties involved from understanding each other.
I hope you are doing well! Take care of yourself, and have a great night/day! :Dš
GATOR!!!! Thank you for requesting!! It took me a while to think of which bot to choose for this prompt, but after we've spoken about some ideas together I've chosen Rodimus :) I hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: SFW, Tasty AU, Vore, GN!Human!Reader
The Interastral Market became somewhat of a goldmine of false advertisement. Long ago, during Cybertron's golden era, it was an event where alien cultures of all kinds could gather on Cybertron and share their wares. Sure, it was a bit of a tourist trap with all their severely overpriced goods, but even the locals had to admit it was fun to at least window shop.
But nowadays, it was nothing more than the stomping grounds for seedy salesmechs and their more often than not illegal product, obtained typically through distasteful means.
So, of course Rodimus just had to check the place out for himself.
The orange plated bot strolled through the dimly lit street fair as if he were passing through any other shopping district. Hands tucked behind his helm as he whistled a tune-- some song that got stuck in his processor which he couldn't bother to remember the name of. He was more concerned with the stalls, chock full exotic products.
Each stall Rodimus passed by had stranger things than the last. His processor could hardly imagine where you could find these things, much less use them to make something out of them. But as he walks past one particular stall, something makes him slow down and double take, coming to a stop.
Slowly, the captain reverses his steps until heās facing the stall once again, shifting to move towards it. Another Cybertronian seemed to be running itā yellow, purple, and based on the grin on his face, sleazy. The stockier bot shakes a patronās hand eagerly, handing something off into their servos.
āA pleasure doing business with you, a pleasure!!ā He beams, waving the other bot off. āIām sure youāll give it a great home!ā
Rodimus doesnāt turn around in time to see just what the other bot was walking away with. His helm swivels back to the stall, about to ask just what was being sold, until his question is answered for him the moment he shifts his gaze down. Thereās a large container taking the majority of the stall counter, leaving space only for a Shanix register. The walls of the see-through container are high, but still low enough for a mech to easily reach their arm into. No, it was just high enough to safely store away the little creatures within it.
Hardly taller than one of Rodimusā own digits, there was a group ofā¦ well, Rodimus wasnāt even sure what to call them. They had similar anatomy to Cybertronians, standing on two feet with two arms, a torso and a head, but thatās where the similarities seemed to end. They were tiny, fleshy things, no hard outer shell or plating to be seen. Their helms were covered in this long, fluffy substance, and their frames covered in what looked to be pieces of fabric. They all varied in color, though nothing like a botās paint job.
āInterested in my product, sir?ā A purring voice pulls Rodimus from his ogling, and he raises his helm to meet the salesbot. The purple mechās grin never leaves his face, even as Rodimus takes a moment to gather his thoughts.
āOh, yeah,ā Rodimus replies, his gaze returning to the container of creatures scattered throughout below. āWhat are these thingsā¦?ā
āWell, Iām glad youāve asked!ā The salesmech steps out from behind the register and over to the container, surveying the contents. The creaturesā heads were all turned up, eyes wide as some tried to hide under the fake foliage planted throughout, and others shrinking themselves to the far corners and walls. The purple mech wiggled his digits, playing a game of eeny-meeny-miny-moe in his head before his servo swoops down to pluck one of the little creatures up and out.
Thatās where Rodimus finally makes eye contact with you.
A small, shivering thingā staring wide eyed at the captain, too terrified to even dare move. Rodimus can hear the salesmech prattle on about detailsā how your kind are a poor, endangered race, and how he was just trying to do the right thing and give you helpless creatures good homes. But as the mechās blue optics took in every last inch of youā¦
He knew he needed to save you.
āā¦mister?ā Once again, the salesmech pulls Rodimus back to reality. The captain stammers for a moment, trying to play it off.
āUh, yeah, sorry,ā he shifts his weight to one hip, tilting his head like he was lost, āCould you repeat that last part?ā
āOh, no worries, my friendā these little āhumansā are quite the enigma,ā the purple mech waves it off. āI was just saying that these creatures donāt seem to be finding many owners on Cybertron, what with how organics can be so off putting to some mechs. After today, I was actually planning to go off-planet, perhaps find some other distant organic planet to give these humans a homeā¦ā
āOhā¦ā Rodimus hums, a twinge of disappointment in his voice.
Sniffing those feelings out and following the trail like a turbofox, the salesmech stifles a smirk. āāOhā? Well, whatās the matter? Did you maybe want to buy one? Make sure the fragile thing is given a safe, loving home?ā
The honey in his voice only drags Rodimus in deeper. He looks at you in the other mechās hands, your little eyes not breaking contact with him. He knew he probably shouldnāt take up another responsibility when he already has such big plans, but just look at youā¦
āā¦how much?ā Rodimus concedes, and the salesmech practically bursts with how much his smile beams.
āIām very happy for you, sir, you are making the right decision!ā Heās already heading towards the register, placing you in unfamiliar yellow servos. The orange mech fumbles you a little, and you clings desperately to his digits. You chirp out a symphony of high pitched little noises, sounds Rodimusā audials had never once heard before.
āHey, uh, is it supposed to be making that sound?ā He asks, and the purple mech merely laughs, typing away at the register.
āItās just a little anxious, thatās all. Any low-sentience creature would be during such quick changes,ā he dismisses it, and all the captain can do is take his word for it. The register beeps, a number popping up on the digital screen. āThatāll be ten thousand Shanix.ā
āSure, sureā wait, how much?!ā Rodimusā optics nearly bulge out of their sockets.
The salesmech merely clasps his hands together, drooping his shoulders and heaving a disappointed little sigh. āA lot of work goes into maintaining these creatures, sir, Iām sure you understandā even more so into acquiring them.ā
āāAcquiringā?ā The orange plated mech quirks an optical ridge up, his own suspicions raising.
āWhy, yes! Taking them from their previous, dangerous environments.ā The salesmech raises his hands in placation, āi had mentioned these humans were an endangered species before, no? Part of that is due to the fact that they are highly sought after. And that is due to their taste.ā
Rodimus expression shifts, like heās left with more questions than he had started with. The purple mech notices this, and continues. āLet me explain. These creatures may be alive, yes, but they are no more sentient than a mechanimalā and thatās being generous. It was discovered that they all have an irresistible taste, especially to inorganic creatures such as ourselves, and thatās what caused every mech to want to get their hands on one and, wellā¦ why you can find so little of them nowadays.ā Noticing that Rodimusā expression hasnāt changed, the salesmech adds, āAh, but donāt fret! They enjoy it, the little things. Being tasted makes them happy, gives them purposes, makes them feel fulfilledā that sort of thing, you know?āļæ¼
The captain looks down at you in his servos. Clinging to his long digit, crouching down to stay hidden from the salesmechās view. Poor thing. He couldnāt just leave you to get bought up by any other mechā¦ or, was it organics who liked you more? The captain wasnāt too sure, he couldnāt remember the story quite right. But whatever it was, Rodimus just knew he couldnāt leave you alone.
But he also didnāt have that much Shanix to spareā¦
āSo, itās a deal, then?ā The salesmech grins, reaching over the register and extending his servo. Rodimus stares down at his offered hand for a moment, flicking his gaze between it and you. He takes a breath.
āSorry, little buddy. Hold on.ā
Faster than you can process, the captain turns on his heel and bolts in the opposite direction. A rush of energy surges through Rodimus as he dashes away with you in tow, ignoring the salesmechās cries as they get more distant and quiet the farther he runs.
He can hear your little squeaks as youāre thrown around in his hand, and the captain only hopes youāll forgive him once heās far away enough to slow down. All you can do is close your eyes and hope the nausea goes away.
The lights of the street market disappear into the background, and after taking a sharp turn into a small alley, Rodimus canāt hear the clamor anymore. Good, he must have shaken him off. Immediately, heās raising you to his face, brushing your hair out of your eyes with the tip of his finger.
āHey, that wasnāt so bad, was it?ā He offers a little grin, trying to soothe you. But he sees your panic, the way your chest puffs up and down, and his brows furrow. āHey, hey,ā he whispers, hushing down quieter for you, āitās okay. Youāre safe now, alright?ā
You calm down a little, but itās not enough. Rodimus looks at you, trying to think of what could help youā¦
Waitā¦ what was it that the salesmech said you liked, again?
With the tip of his digit, Rodimus carefully turns your head to face him. He smiles again, softer this time. āShhh, sshhhā¦ itās alright,ā he murmurs. āHey. Iām gonna be going on a trip soon. Weāre gonna have a cool, big ship, and travel the stars to find our ancestors.ā He extends his free hand to illustrate his words, flaring out his fingers like a freshly made galaxy. āI want you to be a part of it. Much better than some cramped little container, huh?ā His enthusiasm must be contagious, cause despite your previous panic, the captain could swear you even seem to be smiling too. If only a little bit. āSo, what do you say? Wanna make something of it?ā
Thereās a pause after his last sentence, as if heās waiting for you to respond. You merely look up at him, still shaking a little.
Right, right. Rodimus knew just what to do.
Just then, youāre raised up to the white plating of his lips. Your chirps suddenly pick up in volume and frequencyā that must have been a good sign! That salesmech said you enjoyed this, right? Those were happy chirps, even as he opened his maw and gently tossed you inside.
Suddenly, alien flavors practically burst onto the captainās taste receptors. It was an indescribable feeling, more flavorful than even the most refined glass of high grade. Gently rolling you around this way and that, hearing the faintest sound of your happy little squeaks, Rodimus finally understood. He knew just what that purple mech had meant by you tasting good.
It was almost too good to be true. You enjoy yourself in his intake, meanwhile Rodimus got to taste something as delicious as you for as long as he wanted. Well, he wasnāt going to take a gift for grantedā as long as you enjoyed it, he would too. Peeking out from the alley way, Rodimus makes sure the coast is clear before he starts on his way.
He had a pitch to make to Cybertron, after all, and a new ship crew to gather.
What if Jinu heard the line 'You wanna get wild? OK, I'll show you wild!' and it never leaves his head?
After months of research, the only K-pop star who ever stood out to Jinu is Rumi and it's getting harder and harder to not give in.
Read here or on AO3
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āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
The thought of the prim and proper princess Rumi being āwildā drew a snort from Jinu. The other two were far more likely to fit the bill at any given time.
Stillā¦
His eyes shifted over the stage on his screen. Rumiās long hair trailing behind her, begging to be yanked so he could angle her neck just right while he sank into her -
He shook his head.
Months of researching K-pop (who even came up with that name?) for their new strategy, staring at hours and hours and hours of young people dancing and singing on stages followed by video after video after video of extra content (Jinu never wanted to watch another mukbang ever again), and the only one that truly stuck out was her.
Rumi.
Perfect body control, strong vocals that sunk their way into his marrow, and the kind of beauty that would have made her a favorite of poets the world over.
Exactly his type and completely off-limits. It was the Hunters or them and Jinu wasnāt going to fail. Self-preservation called to him louder than anything Rumi could ever do.
A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the task at hand. Abby. āWe should get ready for our presentation.ā
Jinu nodded but didnāt move.
āItās a shame, huh? Letting those three go to waste. Maybe Gwi-Ma will give you one of them.ā The other Saja Boy sent him a leer. āYou should be rewarded for your idea, after all, and those three have the kind of legs that were designed to wrap around someoneās waist. I bet purple one is the kind of girl that screams when she-ā
Jinu shoved him away. āI already know what I want. Besides, we have more important things to worry about than fucking the Hunters.ā
āYou gonna tell me youāve never even thought about it? I find that hard to believe.ā He stared into Jinuās eyes. āYour eyes follow her like you want to eat her up.ā
āWhy would I be interested in a woman with purple hair?ā
āBecause youāre curious how good sheād feel underneath you.ā
Jinu sent a him a bored look. āI think youāre just putting ideas in my head because you want one of them for yourself.ā
A laugh. āYou arenāt wrong. But you canāt hide the truth from me either, oh, great leader. As long as it doesnāt become a problem, I donāt see the harm in playing with them. Give them something to enjoy before Gwi-Ma takes their souls.ā
When a response didnāt come, Abby shrugged his shoulders and headed towards where the other demons had gathered. It was show time.
Jinuās eyes lingered on Rumi for a moment longer. Her high note lanced through the cracks Abby had pointed out. Would it be too much to ask to have her in addition to Gwi-Ma removing his memories? Not as a mindless servant, but transformed into a demon like him, fully aware of herself. And him.
And how her body would warm his bed every night.
An image flashed in his mind of Rumi draped in silk, demon patterns all over her body, and her eyes full of lust as she slinked into his room and offered herself up. Those plump lips could be put to much better use than whatever cosmetic ad she probably was lined up to do.
She was known for being modest by idol standards and whatever secret she was keeping underneath those layers was probably as perfectly sculpted as everything else about her.
But he was getting ahead of himself.
For all he knew, actually talking to her would kill any inklings of lust that had been stirred up by his research.
The echoes of her declaration, one that wasnāt even meant for him, twisted their way inside his mind, repeating over and over āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā and created image after image of what that could mean.
Wrists tied up with silk.
Eyes staring back at him through a mirror.
A voice full of desperate need begging him to take her right on the stage, in front of all her fans, uncaring who or what saw them.
Desire licked at his insides, igniting him in ways that he thought were long gone.
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Months of preparing the merch, the music, the lyrics, everything were finally coming to fruition and the sooner it did, the sooner he could rid himself of all of this. āNow, we pass in front of the Hunters and make sure to do everything you can to get their attention.ā
āWhy?ā Baby asked.
āItās more fun that way,ā Abby said. āRight, Jinu?ā
The solo artist route was looking more and more tempting every time he had to interact with these four.
āBecause now is a good time to distract them so they get sloppy. Zoey and Mira are known to get distracted when they see someone they find attractive. It shouldnāt be too much of a problem. Just make sure you keep wearing tight shirts.ā
āAnd the other one?ā Mystery asked.
Rumi was trickier. While Mira and Zoey had openly stated their type multiple times, Rumi had always declined. āItās about the music for me right now and thereās not a lot of time in my schedule to devote to a relationship. I donāt even know if I have a type.ā
āLeave it to me,ā he said.
As they walked by, he was unsurprised to see Mira and Zoey become distracted by Abby. Heād picked Abby specifically for that feature. All of the boys were chosen to elicit different reactions and feelings based on what was popular among K-pop fans. Baby for his young face, Mystery for being an enigma, Romance for that K-drama romantic look, Abby for sex appeal, and his role was good looks, respect, and talent combined.
When he bumped into Rumi, he watched as she had a K-drama moment all in her head.
But instead of taking her hand and fulfilling her fantasies, he stole a pouch from her box and walked away.
Let her stew. It would distract her more.
And he was right based on how her eyes refused to leave him as he and the others danced and sang Soda Pop.
He had her exactly where he wanted her.
Jinu hated the Saja Boy debut, Soda Pop. It was banal and designed to be so catchy that it wormed its way into everyoneās brains instead of something poetic and layered in deep meaning that would take centuries to fully unravel or an epic love story that also told of the downfall of kingdoms long gone.
Yet heād been unable to stop from injecting some of the things Rumi made him feel when he started doing his research.
Not everything.
Not even close.
Too much of what he felt for her wasnāt meant for an addictive pop song that could play on the radio. They still needed to get as many of the fans on their side as possible and the best way to do that was something inoffensive and not dripping in how she made his blood boil with need or how many nights he lay awake picturing what they could be doing instead of the two of them alone, in separate beds. Cold.
Surely, they could heat each other up so the frost of 400 years alone would never return.
This was the most ridiculous thing he could have imagined the Hunters doing.
Putting on leather outfits and sneaking around a variety program while he and the other Saja Boys drank hot sauce out of baby bottles.
He would probably be laughing if his mouth wasnāt still on fire and the cameras werenāt on him.
Or if she didnāt look so damn good
Eyes hungrily drank Rumi in; he took note of every last curve the leather accentuated. There had to be a far better use for that outfit than this than squeaking down a slide into a ball pit.
Her anger and frustration at him specifically was palpable; her gaze screamed how much she wanted to kill him. Didnāt she know that the best use for that kind of rage was much more pleasurable?
The girls followed them into the bathhouse with all the water spirits. Good.
He let out a laugh.
Everything was going according to-
When did she get here?
Rumi put all her strength behind her moves and flowed with such grace he would find it admirable if he wasnāt the one at risk of being on the receiving end of her blade.
After trading several blows, she had him on his back, straddling him as her sword got close to his throat. āYouāre strong.ā
He was right: the leather outfit did have more pleasurable uses. It would look even better if she was bouncing on top of him, her strength used to pin his hands to the ground, her mouth open in a moan instead of snarling at him.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
His pants started to tighten.
His fangs elongated
Those leather-clad thighs would look even better wrapped around his head.
If he bucked up, would she-
Patterns.
Demon patterns.
On Rumiās arm.
āA hunter whoās part demon?ā
Her eyes went wide with fear.
She was off him and running to her friends, but hid her marks.
Mira and Zoey didnāt know.
Oh, this was too perfect.
He grabbed a cloth and ran to Rumi, spinning her around to tie a cloth around her arm and make himself look like a hero. It only took a moment, but a plan unwound itself in his head of him coming across as kind and sympathetic, poor, lonely him, and she would fall into his trap.
But it sank into his stomach like a rock.
She was part demon. It explained why no one had ever seen her in short sleeves and why she was known for her modesty. It also could explain the purple hair, which sheād had ever since she was a child. It wasnāt the former Starlight Sister preparing a ward for stardom by making sure she stuck out; it was her natural hair because she wasnāt fully human.
Even as Gwa-Ma said that a hunter bore his mark and Jinu solidified his plan, he still struggled to wrap his mind around it. Rumi was the daughter of a Starlight Sister, which means a Hunter had to have fucked a demon enough times to have a child. It might technically only take once, but it normally took more than that. A lot more than that.
The entire line of Hunters must have felt personally offended by Rumiās existence when she came into the world.
And thatās why she felt so much shame that Gwi-Ma couldnāt control her.
Jinu was a bastard for using this as a way into her head.
But it was the only way in. All three girls were on to them and Rumi was determined not to let the boys distract her. The others could handle Zoey and Mira.
Rumi was his.
And if sheās part demon already, it might be easier to keep her when everything was said and done.
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Train and teddy bear pajama pants?
The carefully crafted image of a princess meant for a throne was wearing away the more time he spent with her. Hundreds of articles, all of the variety shows, every last interview, not a single one touched on how she was still young at heart. They were all centered around the mature up-and-coming queen of K-pop who could kill a man with her eyeliner.
Shame. The Rumi who wore train pajamas and went on the hunt in leather after pigging out was far more interesting. Much more real.
And the Rumi who looked like she wanted to tear him to pieces when the Saja Boys won an award was exactly the Rumi he needed for his next phase. He already had her asking questions about what was happening in the demon realm, tearing apart at the information she did have and he needed her to doubt everything but what he said.
It was hard not to push her, though.
Every time they parted and Rumi walked away from him, his eyes remained glued to her ass as it swung back and forth.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
Was she wild enough to put her hands against the wall and present her ass to him so he could take her from behind as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to her in her ear?
Heād seen a few videos of her and the other two twerking (no doubt at the insistence of Zoey or one of the executives) and he knew how her hips could move and how much that ass could shake. It would feel so good against his hips as he held her close.
Back in the Joseon era, heād never even considered womenās behinds that much and Rumiās had him spellbound. The modern era had shifted quite a few things and it appeared his tastes were shifting with it. Purple hair no longer seemed as ridiculous as it had a few years ago.
He was already way too deep, but he didnāt know how he was going to get out when her voice haunted him just as much as the cries of his mother and sister did. Siren calls didnāt have nearly this much of an effect on him.
Huntr/xās discography was becoming his own personal hell and yet there was nowhere he could turn in the human world without hearing at least one of their songs and seeing a billboard with her face on it. A poster in a cosmetics store even had a close-up of her lips in a daring red that he would love for her to wear while she kissed every last bit of him.
The term āidolā was taking on more and more religious connotations when it came to Rumi, so much so that Jinu was half-convinced it was only a matter of time before he left offerings at her feet.
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The stay-up-all-night-in-sleeping-bags-to-be-first-line-for-the-Huntr/x-meet-and-greet plan was a success. They were not only in and now had a chance to interact with the Huntersā fans, but Rumi had offered for them to do a joint session.
As he sank into the chair beside her, he was assaulted with a sweet scent he couldnāt place. Heād expected a floral scent or something light. Instead, his senses were being wrapped up in something warm, sweet and inviting. Her skin called to his lips, his teeth, his tongue.
Long legs right next to his, thighs begging for his fingers to wrap around them.
No one would notice if he took her into a back corner and finally filled her up the way her scent alone was doing to him.
Sheād become his obsession.
He leaned in close to her ear, so hungry for a bite.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
An interruption by a fan stalled his hand from finally grabbing a handful of the Hunter that had dominated his every thought. The fanās eyes were wide as they proudly proclaimed that they shipped him and Rumi together.
How had this human seen right through him?
Could she read his mind?
Did she see how much he wanted to grab Rumi around the waist, throw her on the table, and fuck her until her high notes coated his name and there was a new pattern on his back from her nails?
Or how heād noticed that Rumi was a bit plusher than the videos and photos made her out to be? The little bit of softness there a camera could never capture, that whispered how pleasant it would be to sink his fingertips into her?
He panicked but followed Rumiās lead. The āI love sharingā kept hitting replay as he looked over at the crowd. If there was one thing Jinu was terrible at, it was sharing. Even sitting next to Rumi while their fans adored her felt like too much.
A dark corner where he could bury his head in her neck and just breathe her in, the two of them away from the world, was so much more tempting.
Even if it wasnāt for Gwi-Ma, idols couldnāt date and Rumiās entire existence was her career. He was selfish and self-serving and that would never change. Especially not when it came to her.
It was all becoming too much.
The drawing from the little girl and the words āJinu, you have a beautiful soul,ā had been the straw that broke the camelās back. He had the ugliest soul heād ever seen, because at least the worst demons in the demon realm hadnāt abandoned their own baby sister and mother to starve so he could have all the comforts he wanted.
Already he could feel himself wanting to change. Wanting to forgot all of it, not just to stop the voices, but to make amends somehow and be the kind of person who could stand next to Rumi.
āI think Zoey wants to hate us,ā Mystery said, ābut Iām pretty sure I could win her over if I needed to during the Idol Awards.ā Jinu had completely forgotten about the others.
āMira keeps pushing us away.ā
āThey all do,ā Jinu said. āIt wonāt be a problem. We need their fans to love us, not them.ā
He ignored just how badly the lie burned on his tongue.
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The invitation from her was unexpected. Tiger and Bird spending more and more time with her on his orders was mostly for surveillance purposes. He hadnāt planned for them to like her. Tiger barely wanted to stay in the demon realm anymore (not that anyone could blame him).
Rumi saw through all his walls so quickly, tearing every last one of them down and waking up the parts of him that were too damaged to see the light of day and slowly healing him.
And it broke his heart that she thought she was a mistake.
Nobody full of as much light and love as her could ever be a mistake.
It was getting harder not to tell her the truth.
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āIām everyoneās type!ā
Why had he lied and said she wasnāt his type? She was obviously his type. Look at her! It was driving him absolutely mad not to have her all to himself. He wanted to beg her to give him a chance to prove that he could make her happier than anyone else every could, that he would do anything and everything to keep her if she just let him.
Hopeless.
He was so hopeless where she was concerned.
Even a woman selling bracelets could see that.
None of his words came out right and everything he wanted to say had to remain buried for just a little longer. It would be easier to keep her safe if Gwi-Ma thought that the only thing between them was raw sexual attraction, that Jinu would tire of her after a few nights.
He couldnāt let her soul be devoured.
For the first time in centuries, the voices of his mother and sister and Gwi-Ma were gone and all that was left was Rumi. Solo verses, candid bits from interviews, the one time she had a guest role on a popular K-drama. The way she sang just for them only a few moments ago.
Heād heard of people who fell so deeply in love that their souls were bound to the other person in ways that could never be broken. Bits of Rumiās soul were stitching themselves onto him, drawing what was left of his towards her. If she asked, he would give every last piece to her freely.
His thumb rubbed against the bracelet sheād handed to him. A gift from their business meeting as she called it.
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āFor the record, I donāt think youāre a mistake.ā
That should have been the end of the night.
But Rumiās eyes were full of need, for love, for him, and it was impossible to deny her.
He leaned in to brush their lips together for a chaste goodnight kiss.
Rumi grabbed onto him like her life depended on it.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She tasted sweeter than any delicacy heād ever had. His hands grasped for her waist, her back, her legs, anything. He wanted to feel her skin against his. Writhing beneath him.
On top of him.
Begging for him.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
Jinu grasped her thighs and hoisted her up so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. A wall met her back and she moaned. Her hands cupped his face, caressing his cheeks with the lightest touch.
His lips attached themselves to her neck, nipped and sucked on whatever bit of her skin he could find. Damn anyone who drew attention to it during hair and make-up. They could all burn.
āAh! Jinu.ā
āRumi.ā More. He needed more. For her sweet voice say his name like that until it was the only thing she remembered how to say.
āWeā¦we need to stop.ā
He put his forehead against the wall. Blood had turned to lava in his veins, pulsing, demanding he keep going until the both of them were satisfied but she was probably right to stop them.
āSomeone could see us and the record label would be really upset if us being together went viral so itās better if we find somewhere else,ā she continued.
Jinu lifted his head up and stared at her.
A blush covered Rumiās cheeks. āThe girls are at my place. Do you have somewhere we can go?ā
She wanted to continue?
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
āI do. Are you sure?ā He asked the last part so quietly he was afraid she wouldnāt hear him, but he had to know. If there was any doubt in her mind, he would go back to the demon realm and wait for tomorrow.
āI am.ā
āOK. Let me take you back to my place.ā
Slowly, they unraveled their limbs and then made their way to Jinuās apartment where heād conducted all of his research. Rumiās hand was clasped tightly in his, claws out, and patterns down to her fingertips.
āYou guys actually have an apartment?ā Rumi squeezed his hand.
āOnly me. The others are back in the demon realm. Itās really only for appearances and to have more access to whatās happening.ā The weight of their circumstances hung between them. Heās lied to her about too much, but she knew a lot of truth about who, what, he actually is.
The patterns on her hands grew a bit more vibrant.
A Hunter who is part demon. Who on Earth would have thought a Hunter would get close enough to a demon to create a life? It went against everything that should have been.
Yet Rumi stood beside him. Lovely, soft, strong, ridiculous at times, not the prim proper princess he initially believed her to be. She was so much more.
āYouāre beautiful when you let the cracks show.ā It slipped out, but he didnāt take the words back. Instead, he basked in how her brown eyes went wide and then filled with so much adoration that his own heart ached
The apartment was as empty except a few notebooks, a computer, and printouts of merch, costumes, album covers and more for a variety of K-pop stars. Rumiās was right in the center along with his own attempts to make something just as memorable.
And in the corner was his bed.
Four hundred years had passed since the last time heād been with anyone. Jinu wasnāt foolish enough to believe that he was guaranteed to be Rumiās first anything, but he was worried he wouldnāt be able to satisfy her because he lacked in practice or knowledge of what was normal these days.
She walked over to the research wall. āSure are a lot of pictures of this one. If I didnāt know better, Iād say you have a thing for this Rumi girl. Should I be jealous?ā Her tone was playful but something wanting lay underneath.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
āYou should be. Sheās all I think about.ā He came up behind her, put his hands on her waist, and brought her back to his front. They fit together so well.
Humming into her ear, he moved against her to the beat he was still formulating for the Saja Boysā next song. Rumi seemed to pick it up pretty quickly, following his moves even with her back turned. One of her hands took his and trailed it up her body until it was on her breast.
Jinu slipped the other hand to the edge of the waistline of her pants.
His lips latched onto her ear as his grasped for whatever bit of her skin he could get. Moans fell from Rumiās mouth as he went into her underwear to stroke her lower lips and he squeezed her breast through the hoodie. It wasnāt enough.
Every last piece of her needed to be branded with his touch.
He pulled his hands away to lift her hoodie off her body and throw it across the room. Her bra was next. Soft, firm mounds welcomed his touch, nipples pebbling under his fingers.
āJinu.ā She already sounded close to the edge.
āCan I make you come from just this, Rumi?ā he whispered. āCan I? Are you that hungry for me?ā
āFuck off.ā Her voice was too coated in lust for it to be taken seriously.
Still, he stopped everything he was doing and grabbed her chin to make her look at him. āTell me what you want.ā
Breathing heavily, she appraised him. āCan you handle me, pretty boy?ā
āShow me how wild you can get.ā He kissed her neck. āLet me make this the best night of your life.ā
She spun in his arms and leaned against the wall, right under where the picture of her merch touched the designs for his. She smirked. āGet on your knees.ā
He did so.
For a brief moment, she looked shocked that heād obeyed her command. Jinu didnāt kneel and he had a feeling she knew that he wouldnāt do it for just anyone. But as he stared up at her, he knew the sight of her flushed in desire, breasts heaving, and thighs quivering would be enough to keep him on his knees forever if she asked.
Long, thin fingers carded through his hair, nails raking against his scalp. āIāve never done this with anyone. Iāve only ever used toys. Itās harder to hide my demon traits when I come, so donāt complain if I bite or scratch you.ā
āOnly if I can do the same.ā He wanted to mark her neck, her thighs, her stomach, every last part of her until every single centimeter was intimately familiar with his mouth.
āNo one has ever seen all of me,ā she whispered.
āI want to, Rumi.ā
She nodded.
He stared deep into her eyes. āGo on. Command me.ā
āTake off the rest of my clothes and eat me out until Iāve come. Then fuck me against this wall until I come again.ā A delicious huskiness overtook her voice. āThen, after, show me what you want.ā
No further invitation was needed.
He pulled off everything until she stood before him with nothing to cover her up. Demon patterns twisted around her body, giving her a soft glow. Patterns that were so ugly on him, but on her were just another thing that made her who she was. They were beautiful on Rumi.
His mouth showered kisses and nibbles on her inner thighs to leave as many reminders as he could without getting her in trouble. Hours after they were done, he wanted her to stare in the mirror, see the evidence and bask in it as much as he was going to.
White hot need filled him at the thought of her becoming aroused just from thinking about him.
Fingers grasping Rumiās ass, he pulled her as close to his face as he could and buried himself in her warmth. His tongue lapped at her clit to squeeze out every last moan she had to give. One of her thighs found its way onto his shoulder so he could reach more of her.
She tasted divine.
The closest thing to heaven heād ever had.
Over and over, his name fell from her lips and she was helpless to stop his onslaught as he dragged orgasm after orgasm from her until she was shaking.
He could die happy right there on the floor as he pleased her.
But she wrenched his face away and pulled her leg back.
A growl ripped through his chest. āI wasnāt done.ā
Bright red patterns flowed all over her body, mingling with the little love bites heād already left behind. āI want you inside me.ā
That changed everything.
Jinu rose to his feet, grabbed Rumiās thighs, and forced her against the wall. She wound herself around him, uncaring that he was still fully clothed while she didnāt have a stitch on her.
One hand fumbled with his belt buckle, while the other held tight to her leg. When he was finally free, Jinu captured Rumiās lips in a searing kiss and slid into her.
Nails turned into claws bit into his shoulders before sliding down in a claiming gesture. She could do whatever she wanted. Lick him, bite him, scratch him, step on him. Heād take all of it as long as he was her first choice.
Heād been wrong earlierāthe closest thing to heaven heād ever had wasnāt eating her out; it was her tight walls surrounding him as she cried out his name.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it as he thrust into her as gently as he could while she adjusted to him.
āStop holding back,ā she said. āFuck me.ā
Gladly. He braced his shoulders against the wall and pounded into her.
āYes, YES! Just like that!ā
Hips snapped against hips, demanding that she come for him once again. He needed her to come before he did.
āYou feel so good, Jinu.ā
āRumi, Rumi.ā He gasped out her name against her collarbone. His mouth was searching for more of her to taste and bear his mark. āYouāre so wet for me.ā
Her little whines and gasps filled the apartment as well as the slap of skin-on-skin. His name fell from her lips like a prayer, begging him to satisfy her. Ā
She came with a gasp a mere moment before he did, clenching at his shoulders as if she was afraid heād leave her. Those same lips that captivated him trailed kisses along his jaw as his hips came to a stuttering stop.
Slowly, Jinu sank to the floor with Rumi still in his arms and kept her in his lap as he came down from his high.
Now that it was over, he mourned that he was still dressed. Skin-to-skin contact called to him more.
The thin layer of sweat that covered them wasnāt enough to let her go. Now that she was soft and pliable in his arms, he would keep her in them as long as possible.
Light breaths tickled his neck as Rumi nuzzled him. āYour turn. Tell me what you want.ā
āI want your hair down.ā
Rumi leaned back when he didnāt say anything else. āThatās it? You really are an old man.ā
āAn old man that left you breathless.ā Tracing the nape of neck, he contemplated his next words. āThe women of my time used different hair styles to convey all kinds of things, like their rank or marital status. It was very rare to see a woman with her hair down unless she was a family member or your wife. In this time, it might not mean much, but for me, itās very intimate, especially since there are no pictures of you with it down.ā
āIā¦My guardian, Celine, she didnāt want to see too much of my hair.ā
āBecause the color came from your father?ā
Surprise took over her features for a moment before she nodded. āYeah. Itās never taken well to dye when we tried. My hairstyle actually belonged to my mom. Thatās the only way Celine ever styled it for me and I like it well enough now. Kind of makes me look like a scorpion.ā Her fingers touched the top of her head. āIs that really all you want? Youāre not gonna use my hair to jerk off, are you? Iād rather not deal with dried cum in it before the Idol Awards.ā
āPeople do that?ā
āOh, I have so much to teach you.ā
āItās not all I want, but Iām not planning on jerk off in your hair.ā
āOK.ā Rumi brought the end of her braid between them and undid the tie holding it in place. It took longer than he would have thought, mostly so they could prevent any tangles, but by the end, waves of purple settled around Rumi and transformed the normally hard Girl Crush visage into something softer. It was still her, but in watercolor.
Jinu threaded his fingers through the silky strands. āYou should let it down more often.ā
āThen everyone would see what I look like and it wonāt be as intimate.ā Her grin was teasing, lighthearted, but the thought of other people seeing her exactly like this, every last bit of her exposed, was not a pleasant one.
āMaybe just for me then.ā
āHmm. I can do that as long as Iām the only one that gets to see you with a shirt off.ā She placed a peck on his lips. āNow, what else do you want?ā
āIf I say I want those pretty lips of yours around my cock, what would you say?ā
āYou think my lips are pretty?ā
She gave as good as got and then some.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
āI want to take you on the bed. Properly this time.ā
āProperly? Hmm.ā Rumi played with his with his top. āYour clothes need to come off if weāre doing things properly.ā The amused little grin on her lips was adorable.
āYou can take them off.ā
āLet me get some water first.ā
He obliged, getting up to find her a bottle of water heād saved from one of the Soda Pop merch ideas. It was covered in cutesy cartoon drawings of the Saja Boys. Not one of his best attempts by a long shot, but sold shockingly well. āHere.ā
Rumi drank it quickly and crushed the bottle after finishing. āYou picked the worst brand of bottled water in all of Korea for your merch.ā
āI thought that would make them want to sponsor us.ā
āDid it work?ā
āYep.ā
Rumi snorted. āItās clever, Iāll give you that. Now, where were we?ā
āI believe we were at the part where you beg me for permission to suck my cock.ā
Brown eyes flashed. āI think you mean we were at the part where you beg me.ā
āWho was begging for who not even twenty-ā
Rumi didnāt let him finish. Her mouth sealed over his and her teeth grasped his bottom lip. Pants and moans filled the apartment as Jinu and Rumi tried to devour each other. Teeth scraped against teeth, hands grasped for anything they could reach.
The ember that had settled in Jinuās belly was now an inferno and the only way to quench it was to be between Rumiās thighs once again.
A snarl. Was it him or her? He didnāt know anymore. It didnāt matter.
Claws ripped away at his clothes and his back met the bed. Rumi knelt before him, mouth not even a millimeter from his cock.
Her gaze found his.
Pink tongue out, she licked the underside from top to bottom.
Jinuās hand grasped the edge of the bed.
She took his head in, went down as far as she could, and swirled her tongue over ever last bit of him.
āFuck!ā Jinu felt his whole tilt as he fell against into the mattress and Rumi sucked him off. āJust like that, baby. Youāre so good at this.ā
She rubbed her thighs together.
Oh, did she like that?
āYou want me to call you a good girl, Rumi? Do you want me to tell you how sexy you look with my cock in your mouth?ā
Brown eyes closed. A moan vibrated through her lips and went straight to his balls.
āDo that again.ā
She did.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He was gonna come any second.
Fingers buried in her hair, he wrenched Rumiās mouth away.
She growled. āI wasnāt done.ā
How easily their roles were reversed. āI want to fuck you.ā
Jinu grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto the bed so she lay under him, his eyes locked onto how her breasts bounced and how the patterns cupped them so perfectly.Ā
Lithe limbs welcomed him into her embrace as he buried himself in her.
Already he felt like he was going to burst.
His hips tried to find the best rhythm that would please the woman underneath him. Sometimes she bit her bottom lip when he hit at a certain angle and other times she would let out a whimper. Every last expression she made, he wanted to memorize. Every sound, every twitch of her thighs around his hips.
One of her hands grasped his ass and pulled him forward. āHarder.ā
āWhatever you want, baby.ā
He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and drove into her as hard and fast as he could, jackhammering her so her body remembered the shape of him over her, inside of her. Imprinted itself on her in ways sheād feel long after the night was over and would keep her coming back to him.
The moan he pulled from her was filthy. He wanted to do it again.
And again.
Again.
āCome with me, Jinu.ā Her walls clenched around him. āPlease. Iām so close.ā
Bottom lip trembling, she wove her right hand wove into his hair before trailing it down to touch his face, his lips. He sucked her thumb into his mouth.
He wasnāt going to last another moment.
Rumi screamed as she came, uncaring if other people in the apartment building could hear them. Jinu followed a moment later.
Catching his breath, he lay his head on her chest. Thin arms tightened around his shoulders to hold him close. Rumiās heart beat in her chest, loud and strong, and he couldnāt get close enough. Was this what people meant when they said the urge to cuddle after sex was overwhelming?
āJinu.ā
He looked up.
His heart stuttered.
Love; real, genuine love seeped from her gaze and all of it was for him.
āWhen all of this is over, please stay by my side.ā
āYes.ā There was no need for him to hesitate. No matter what happened tomorrow, he would find a way to fulfill his promise.
āIāve never been my full self with anyone.ā Her fingertips traced his cheek. āIāve always been so scared that they would hate they real me. No one could ever love all of me.ā
āYouāre easy to love, Rumi, exactly as you are.ā
It was the closest heād get to saying what he knew she wanted him to say, but it seemed to be enough. For now.
āIām the monster here,ā he whispered against her chest.
āNo, you arenāt.ā She dragged his face up to give him a kiss that was so full of devotion, Jinu thought he might cry. āYouāre full of a lot more light than you think you are.ā Her belief in those words wound their way into his bones, touching years of misery and transforming some of his pain into hope.
His heart now beat to the rhythm of her own, desperate to become one with her in every way possible.
As her eyes slid shut to sleep, Jinu pulled her as close to him as he could. Whether or not Rumi was his, he was hers. Irrevocably.
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Jinu woke not even thirty minutes later, cock hard and a soft body beside him. A soft body he wanted to top him. Waking her up just so he could ask her to ride him would be a shit move, though. She needed rest.
āJinu?ā Her voice was laced with exhaustion.
āGo back to bed, Rumi.ā
She shook her head. āI wanna go again.ā
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
How much further could she go? How wild could she really get?
āYou have a busy day tomorrow.ā He had to be Mister Responsible here no matter how fun the alternative sounded.
āI think I can handle a few more rounds. Unless youāre too tired to handle me again. Your bones creaking?ā She sent him a shit-eating grin. āCāmon, old man. Let me fuck you.ā
Jinu snorted. āIām starting to think you have a kink for me being a few centuries older than you.ā
She swatted his arm. āI do not! Anyways, maybe I could ride you this time. I know youāre curious.ā
āHowād you know thatās what I was thinking about?ā
A laugh. āYou were into me straddling you while I was wearing all that leather, werenāt you? I remember your fangs getting longer.ā
He didnāt even try to deny it.
āMaybe if youāre lucky, Iāll put that outfit on again. Just. For. You.ā
She threw one of her legs over his waist and positioned herself so she was right over his hard-on. His hands grabbed her waist.
Her long hair flowed down her back and over his thighs like a waterfall.
She looked like a goddess.
āTell me you want it, Jinu.ā She grabbed his wrists and leaned forward so her chest was level with his mouth. āTell me you want me.ā
For all her bravado, he could hear the echoes of insecurity as she commanded him, like she thought he really would reject her. He had no words to accurately convey just how much he wanted her because it defied all logic. No matter what direction they took, there was a risk it wouldnāt work out and would only leave them more battered and bruised then when heād bumped into her.
And even more illogical, he was willing to take that risk.
āI want you, Rumi.ā Desperation licked at his words, giving them far more meaning than a quick fuck. āTake whatever you want from me.ā
āDonāt mind if I do.ā She took him in, sliding down until he was fully sheathed inside of her. She straightened up and placed her hands on his chest, claws digging into his abs.
The rhythm she set had no real rhyme or reason except what seemed to feel good for her. Sheād bounce then swirl her hips above him, like she was looking for a specific spot that would have her coming in seconds. When she found it, her mouth fell open in a silent scream.
One of his thumbs reached for her clit, circling it, and the other did as she did earlier and traced her bottom lip. Rumi took his thumb into her mouth and swirled her tongue all over it.
The coil in his belly was winding tighter and tighter.
Hands itched to take control of the situation, to guide Rumi to their joint end.
Her eyes shut as she chased her high, grinding against his hips without warning.
He couldnāt take it anymore.
Rising up, he took her into his arms, grasped her ass in both of his hands and lifted her up only to slam her back down.
Roaming hands and lips mapped out their top halves, burning a trail almost as hot as Rumiās channel.
What would it take for them to stay like this forever?
Her soft little moans in his ear told him she was going to come soon.
āI donāt want this to end.ā
Jinu wasnāt sure which one of them said it, too distracted by Rumiās fluttering walls as she finally came around him. As he released inside of her, he squeezed her waist as close to him as possible until nothing could get between them.
As his heartbeat slowed, Jinu rested his forehead against Rumiās. āHas anyone told you that youāre dangerous?ā he whispered.
āPlenty of times. Usually when my sword is against their throat. Youāre probably the first demon to have that happen and want me to fuck you instead of pissing your pants in fear.ā
He probably was. āThey donāt know what theyāre missing out on.ā
They held each other in silence, unwilling to leave the little sanctuary theyād made in each otherās arms.
Until the truth became too much to bear: they were sticky.
Rumiās long hair looked slightly matted as the rest of her glistened in sweat. āDoes your shower work?ā she asked.
āYeah, it does.ā
āGood.ā She grabbed his hand and led him to the shower room. It was small, barely big enough for both of them with a combined bath and shower and little else, but she climbed into the bathtub and tugged him forward. āWash me and Iāll wash you?ā
āWe do that and Iām just going to take you again.ā
āShower sex sounds hot.ā
Dangerous. She was far more dangerous than he gave her credit for.
Shower sex, however, was not in the cards as once they were both in the actual tub, it became obvious how little room they had to move and how easy it would be for one of them to fall over. Their legs were already a bit too unsteady and Jinu was not going to risk dropping Rumi just so he could get off.
Instead, he shampooed her roots and helped her condition her long hair. He rubbed soap all over her body and left little kisses here and there while she did the same for him. It was shockingly normal yet vulnerable. He liked taking care of her.
They sat on the floor of the sink room after drying off, Rumiās head in his lap as he moved a towel over her hair to help it dry faster. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as he continued servicing her. Pampered princess.
Her demon patterns had receded all the way until only the ones on her upper arms remained and his had long since melted back into his skin.
Dawn was coming and they both knew it.
They were out of time.
āJinu.ā
It was only supposed to be one more kiss. One soft, sweet kiss to tell her how happy he was for the first time in who knew how long and how much he wanted the moment to last just a little longer.
Rumi turned it hungry. Her tongue snaked its way into his mouth and demanded he respond to her. Long nails returned to his hair, sending delicious shivers up his spine. Sheād already shredded his back, marked him so thoroughly that he was going to have stay covered up for the foreseeable future, and he wanted more.
Brown eyes looked up at him with heavy lids. Before he could ask what she wanted, she got up, turned around, put her hands on the counter and spread her legs. Her gaze met his in the mirror.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
Those nine words were never going to leave his head, reverberating in his ears, challenging him every time he thought he found the limits to what Rumi would and wouldnāt do.
Jinu came to stand behind her and grabbed her hips. That tight ass that had kept his attention for so long met his hips as he entered her once more. She was even tighter like this, gripping him like she never wanted him to leave.
That made two of them.
āYou take my cock so well, Rumi.ā
She bucked backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust. They tried to hold eye contact in the mirror as much as possible, watching every little reaction the other made. Rumiās full breasts swung back and forth, begging for him to grab one and mold it as he pleased. He did just that, taking in the weight of her.
āYouāre my good girl, arenāt you?ā
She moaned.
āYouāre so perfect, like you were made for me.ā
Her hands grasped the sink even tighter. Strong thighs shook.
āHold on a bit longer, baby. Just a bit.ā
He slowed his thrusts, dragging his cock out before slamming it back in and repeating the process until Rumi whined under him.
āJinu, please.ā
āCome.ā He slapped her ass, watching as it jiggled with fascination.
Rumi leaned on her forearms and shook all around him. She came with a moan of his name and a āpleaseā so guttural heād had no choice but to come after.
āI swear,ā Rumi said between pants, āIām going to find a way to make you come first.ā
āI look forward to it.ā He helped her stand up straight so he could hold her. āWhat made you decide to do that? Just bend over the sink?ā
A bright red blush travelled up Rumiās neck all the way to her hairline. āIāve read some of Mira and Zoeyās smutty comics and it looked fun. And who knows when weāll have another chance to do this.ā Insecurity entered her eyes. āDidā¦did you hate it? Was I too forward?ā
āNo, I didnāt hate it. I like it when you tell me what you want.ā To reassure her, he pulled her even closer. āI was just surprised.ā
āYouāre pretty amicable for a guy whoās four hundred-years-old.ā
āWhatās the point if only one person gets to have fun?ā
Rumi smiled. āTrue. I have to go. The girls will be waking up soon and the Idol Awards are today. Promise me that youāll fight against Gwi-Ma, Jinu.ā
He couldnāt let her fight alone anymore. āIāll tell the Saja Boys that we canāt do the performance.ā
āReally?ā
āI havenāt heard Gwi-Maās voice in hours. You and the other Hunters have a chance.ā
She pulled him in for another kiss. āWe will win and if you stay in the human realm, Iām sure youāll be safe. Let me help you.ā
āIāll try.ā
As much as it pained him, he sent her off with Tiger and Bird. His muscles ached and heād had so little sleep that the rest of the day was going to be hard to get through. Rumiās legs had shaken so much when sheād tried to stand that he wasnāt sure sheād be able to dance later.
But he had a new plan and hope that he and Rumi could have a different ending than the one heād planned for.
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He should have known Gwi-Ma would overhear him tell Rumi that he would ruin the plan. It was sheer luck that Gwi-Ma hadnāt exposed everything else and had only amplified the voices of his mother and sister until they were piercing wails that drowned out all of the pleasure heād experienced not even an hour before. Jinu would do anything to make it stop.
This damn song needed to be written but nothing was coming to him.
To really grab the attention of the Huntr/x fans that still hadnāt converted, heād gone for the vampire boyfriend aesthetic, something similar to the Girl Crush theme of the Hunters while also having mass appeal. Two things never changed: humans loved a pretty face and for that pretty face to love them back.
Her bracelet adorned his wrist, a reminder of his inevitable betrayal.
āAh! Jinu.ā
Luminous brown eyes staring up at him with vulnerability and affection.
Devotion.
Rumi was the only one that could see his scars and still think there was someone worth saving underneath it all. But she was wrong. The memories of everything heād done, he had to get rid of them.
āDoes that include memories of me, Jinu?ā her ghost whispered in his ear.
No, no, he could still ask Gwi-Ma for her, to keep her beside him forever. Even if she hated him. Heād rather she be chained to him and full of rage than be gone from his sight, never to be seen again.
āGet on your kneesā
He knew the altar he would pray to every night, the shape and taste of her, the sounds she made as he took her and the wild look in her eyes as she took him. Heād found it so hard to believe in anything after he made his deal with Gwi-Ma, but now he knew he would kneel at Rumiās feet if she asked.
Her hold over him would never waver.
He didnāt want it to.
Her light had become his sanctuary.
Centuries ago, Jinu had once penned a song for a young lady to sing to her lover. It was the most creative he had ever been, diving deep into the psyche of someone so unlike himself.
Pencil flying, he did it once more. Images of Rumi casting a spell on him, telling him that only she could love him and he would be safe in her arms all while he crawled towards her, hungry, desperate, so full of want that he would die if he didnāt reach her.
And she would welcome him into her embrace as he let her consume every last bit of him.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
Jinu had never done anything to deserve the kind of love Rumi offered him, deep and fulfilling. Bone-achingly soft and warm. And now that heād tasted it, he was greedy. He had to have more.
He didnāt deserve it in the slightest.
Not even thirty minutes later, he had a song.
Twisted, dark, needy. So needy.
When Rumi heard it, would she hear what his heart was screaming? That he was so enraptured by her that his entire world was burning down around him?
It was too late for him to go against the plan now.
But heād find a way to save her even if she hated him.
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Monster.
He was absolute monster for taking her biggest insecurity and using a pair of demons to pose as her best friends to expose her secrets.
Even then, she still fought for him, for them. Affirmed that what they had was real and she still wanted him.
But he hadnāt just made a mistake; heād committed a grave sin and he had to be punished as long as his sins kept piling up.Ā
This is what he had to do to save her.
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Heād never seen a more beautiful sight.
Rumi with her patterns not only on display, but glowing. Iridescent.
And her eyes locked on him as she sang. He could hear the words in her heart and how her voice was reaching out to him, begging for him to take her hand.
āYou are worth saving,ā it said.
He wasnāt.
But she was.
Ā He couldnāt look away. How different could it all have been if sheād been alive in the Joseon era and heād met her before making his deal? Or if heād been born in her era? Two lifetimes flashed before his eyes, both full of the kind of love heād been missing for so long. Her stomach rounded with their child, her eyes crinkling from old age, the whispers in the dark they would share every night. Rumi deserved every last bit of the happiness he would have given her and to be spared from all the tears he surely would have caused.
Sheād never forgive him for what he was about to do.
Might even curse his name.
But heād take every last bit of pain he could until there was nothing left of him in the world.
Heād barely even felt it as he took the blow meant for her. The tears in her eyes hurt far more.
āYou gave me my soul back. And now, I give it to you.ā Those words werenāt enough to convey everything he felt for her, but they would have to be enough.
His only real regret was that he wouldnāt have another chance to finally tell her everything in his heart.
Soul pouring into Rumiās sword, he let himself become one with her once more until there was no him and her but only them. If this was the only way he could stay by her side, heād gladly take it.
āYou wanna get wild? OK, Iāll show you wild!ā
i wish you all love. i wish you all a better life. i wish you all a community. i wish you a family that sees your worth and encourages you to get better. i wish you the right to live. i wish you an education. i wish you see how you and the world can still get better. i wish you survival.
please have more compassion for your fellow people.
even if every person who voted 3rd party or socialist or uncommitted had voted for Harris, it still would not have changed the results, and both Harris and Trump would still send BILLIONS OF YOUR TAX DOLLARS TO FUND ISRAEL'S GENOCIDE OF THE PALESTINIAN PEOPLE.
I've been thinking about the "burn it all down" rhetoric used by a lot of the individuals on this website. Like, the people that are waiting for the violent, glorius revolution to overthrow the United States so they can finally rebuild it as a better, functioning society.
The idea being that if everything keeps getting worse and worse, eventually somethings gotta give. It's gotta break, and then the rebuilding will begin.
This seems to be closely related to the desire to withhold votes for Harris/Walz, because all they will do is maintain the status quo. And while Trump is arguably worse, he will take them toward the desired "breaking point."
But something that I learned during the height of the Covid pandemic is that this is not true. Or at least, not in the way we think it will be true.
Covid, to me, felt very much like a kind of apocalypse. It was definitely the kind of thing that would have been an apocalypse, if real life was the like the movies.
Society collapses, mass panic as all our systems fail and the world returns to disorder and chaos and life starts to become purely about survival. Streets are empty, you're scavenging for food, the world of polite society has ended for good.
Obviously that didn't happen. It was like, this horrible disease tore the world apart, the apocalypse happened... but nothing really changed. I mean, it did. The whole world changed, and it will never be exactly the same as it was before.
But everyone just kept going, too. There was a stop for some people (white collar workers whose jobs could be done remotely, mainly) but not for everyone else.
And everyone kept having to pay bills and taxes and do their laundry and walk the dog and buy groceries and whatever. We were just doing that all as the world felt like it was ending around us.
Like that's what movies don't tell you about the end of the world. It doesn't end. Not in a big way, a huge explosive way. It's just a whole bunch of little endings where the world just gets shittier and harder to bear in all these ways. Your job becomes harder, your life is literally threatened every time you leave the house.
Certain services just shut down and don't come back, new mandates that make everything harder and shittier are put into place, people die in masses but you're still expected to get on the bus to work every day at the same time.
But all those little endings and the all the ways the world got worse and worse and worse, they never add up to the one big explosive apocalypse that the movies promised.
Where life stops being about paying taxes and scheduling dental appointments and paying bills and starts being about learning to shoot a gun so you can kill your dinner and then take shelter in an abandoned Cheesecake Factory before the zombies show up.
In the real world, the zombies are eating your friends and family and your boss still expects you to clock in at 9 am like usual. And you do it because what other choice do you have? The zombies didn't get you today and you still gotta pay all those bills.
And I think that's just what the world is. I think that's just life, to an extent. The world as we knew it ended forever with Covid, but it also kept on going (not to be like "we were the zombies all along" but the comparison is tempting).
It seems logical that something can only bend so much before it breaks. That the world can only get so much worse before it blows up completely. Capitalism, at least. It's a self cannibalizing system, it's not sustainable forever.
But I don't think it will die the way you'd think it would. With the big satisfying explosion, the absolute end where it all burns down and paves the way to rebuild.
The big revolution, the huge overhaul of it all.
What's more likely is it will just get worse and worse and worse in a bunch of smaller ways, until we redefine our tolerance for suffering to accommodate it.
Because that's what we do. We think "this is rock bottom, it can't get worse." But it does, because it can, so we get our jack hammer and go lower because the bus is waiting and we've got bills to pay.
I think we could do that for a long time. Not forever maybe, but decades more? Almost definitely? Another century? Who knows. I won't.
"Burn it all down" may never come. Just smaller deaths, little apocalypses happening all around us every day.
I see the appeal of burning it all down. It almost feels like it would be a relief, at times.
It's much, much more tiring to try and find all the little ways we can build it back up right now. While it's still standing, maybe a little worse than it was yesterday, but functional. To find the cracks and seal them up, plaster over the holes and find a way to repair the little deaths.
Because it gets worse in little ways all the time, but it can get better, too. And it does. In small ways, every day. Good policies are passed, bad ones are repealed. People make connections and campaign for positive change and there's no big, splashy "we saved the day and ended all evil for good!" resolution like the movies, but the little wins do exist.
The thing about real life is that there is no big apocalypse. Not for everyone. And there is no happily ever after.
But there is small happiness, small victory. Small change, small fights that can be won. And just like the little deaths add up to a world that always seems to be getting worse, the little victories add up too.
The trick, i think, is to not get so caught up in the way it's worse that we stop seeing the ways it's better. That we get so entranced by the romance of burning it all down that we forget all the smaller ways we can and should be fighting to build it back up.
Because at the end of the day, you're still gonna have to go to work tomorrow. Might as well do what you can to make it better in some small way, instead of waiting for it to all get worse.
to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:
reading a fucking book. i beg of you.
in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.
read about americas occupations in the middle east.
read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.
read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.
and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.
dont look away from this.
you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.
if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.
you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.
wake the fuck up.
Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help
i read this poem from clint smith every now and then. i remember the impact it had on me when i first read it in 2020 during the midst of the pandemic, how it captured the eerie terror i felt against the backdrop of the "toxic positivity" the then-commander in chief was spouting of how everything would end up fine.
i think it's apt to revisit today and sums up everything i'm feeling.
āFear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.ā
ā Terry Pratchett, Small Gods
For everyone who is afraid right now, it is absolutely justifiable. Shit's gonna get scary. But remember:
āSusan says, don't get afraid, get angry.ā
ā Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
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