#replies;beomsoo

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"Ach-" with a groan, Beomsoo rubs at his broad shoulder, feeling the ache of tired bones seep through muscle as he grumbles. "You gonna stand there staring, or rub me?"

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for hyacinth's first christmas, alena has made sure to get him many gifts and teach him all of the nymph yuletide songs. their nest is decorated top to bottom with seasonal lampad trimmings. beomsoo had surely grumbled once or twice about it, but hyacinth seems enamored by all of the greenery and glowing bulbs of this time of year. the demon would no doubt come home to his mate bouncing their son on one hip as nym fixed herbs to the windowsills and doorways, darting about and cooing to hyacinth if he fussed. of course alena would gift beomsoo something material. a simple hand knitted black sweater that had taken months to complete due to their mate's sheer size. namtar's main gift would, of course, be the yuletide dinner alena would work over for three days straight. three types of meats, at least a dozen sides, and several kinds of desserts. hyacinth had thrown a monstrous temper tantrum (six arms, acid breath, and a screech that had broken one of their good wine glasses) when his mother had denied him raw gizzards before dinner, but alena had managed to calm him. the nymph would finish up dinner with a sniffling hyacinth clinging to enis right leg, gnawing on a soup bone as he waited for his father to get home. yuletide was a family affair, as alena had always dreamed it would be.

Beomsoo's arrival home is very rarely anything less than stomping and loud. The large man ducking through the doorway, swinging to the right to avoid the hanging yule spring hanging over their entrance for some reason and shuffling in to kick off his boots. All of this mixed with huffs and grunts as he moves tired limbs in a far too small entrance way. Shucking off his leather jacket he lets it drop by the small seat for shoes (and wrestling their son into his outdoor jackets, which is hard when he's sprouted more than the standard amount of arms in protest), his keys jingling as it lands.

This night, however, he has something extra under one arm. "Where's my boy?" He calls out, his voice its usual low boom as he moves to the doorway, in no doubt that their son is bothering Alena mercilessly - but is pleased to hear the gargled, elated coo as the tot tumbles back onto his squishy behind and is up quickly to run to his father on tiny, bowed legs, arms already lifted ready to be scooped up. As soon as he is in reach, Beomsoo has him up, thrown up over his head and catches him under his arm. Present under one. Hyacinth under the other.

"Babe" he rumbles, moving through the kitchen to press a kiss to Alena's cheek, but also glance down at what the nymph was cooking. It wasn't boiled vegetables - a good night! "I have something for you" he murmurs, because gift giving wasn't exactly his strong point, and having turned away he sets it down on the kitchen table.

At first it looks like a log, well, it is. Wrapped very badly in festive paper with each end open. It was a relatively large, dried piece of very old wood, a piece of Alena's home that Beomsoo had worked very hard to get his hands on. It was priceless, but he has his ways...

Then demon wanted their son to also connect with his nymph side, though often the traits inherited from his father were more visible on the surface, that side was also important and Beomsoo hopes that by the piece of sacred tree (harvested a long time ago as an offering, not by him), Alena might be able to share some of that with him, and teach him. It's effect is almost instant. As soon as he had set it down Hyacinth begins to wiggle in his arms, gurgling around the bone in his mouth - little hands grasping towards it, wanting to touch it, though he doesn't know why.

"Mnn... Happy Christmas, or... whatever it is they say" the demon grumbles, more than a little awkward, but quickly shifts his attention to readjusting their sone against his chest before he tumbles out of his arms.

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@unavernales​ liked for a starter ft Beomsoo & Alena and the crowd groan at more of these two idiots!

"I don't get it-" Beomsoo grumbles gruffly as he looks down at the arcade game before him. Coming to this place had been, and it was no surprise, Alena’s idea. A date. Hand holding, shared snacks (the majority of which was eaten by the demon) and now a trip through the arcade. The place was an assault on the senses. Loud noises, flashing lights and a sticky carpet. The screams and merriment of children, the smell of sweet candy and fried food and many many people. Sometimes the demon thinks the nymph trying to test his patience, as with the small hand in his own, Beomsoo sighs as he looks back at the Strong Man game. 

With it’s flashing barometer of strength the thing was taunting him. Not figuratively, literally mocking him, The recorded voice from the thing shouting for him to prove his strength - ‘weakling’. The demon lord was not impressed. 

Still, one glance over towards the nymph by his side Beomsoo lets out a deep sigh, one of his many of that night, as he gives in. As he always does, folding like a house of cards at the other’s whims. He may seem the big, imposing, brutish demon lord from the lower levels of the Mesopotamian hell... but really it was Alena who called the shots in this relationship. “Alright” he gives in with a huff and lets go of their hand to instead take the comically large hammer from it’s stand. Having ushered Alena back to a safe distance, he raises the thing and with one fell swoop has the flat head of the hammer crashing down on measurement pad with such force... it cracks. 

There is one whistle as the light shoots up the barometer before a pathetic whine and all the lights flicker before going dark and his back straightens in confusion. He looks around at his date, a lost, perplexed look in his features. “Did I win?”

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"when are you going to propose?" alena asks suddenly, mid makeout session that had been turning steamier and steamier. it had been on their mind since coming home from a movie night with sehee. human weddings were beautiful! and fun! and the rings were pretty.

Beomsoo's hand was slipping up that inner thigh, he was ready to let his fingers lay the ground work and make his sweet little nymph purr, lips already busy with a deep kiss. That was until Alena pulls back and has his soul nearly jumping out of his human-meat-suit. Beomsoo lurches a little, eyes widening as he had been about to demand the lips return to his and they ride his fingers, before all of that came crashing down and he's left to gawk, wide eyed at the nymph.

"Whu-what?" He stammers, eyes closing with a small shake of his head before they open once more. As if he expected the extra head that Alena had grown to disappear if he blinked enough. Suddenly he grunts, the noise not one of his usual uncommunicative noises, but instead it was a noise of annoyance as his head shakes and he lifts the nymph from his lap, setting them beside him and stands. His boner still pressing against his zipper but it was decidedly less excited.

"You have been watching too much television-" he snaps, jabbing a thick finger at the nymph before he turns to walk over to the kitchen to get himself a beer. He needed it.

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Hungry Bear - starter for @atinystar​ ft Beomsoo & Samantha 

“I’m hungry-” Beomsoo grumbles as he kicks gravel with the toe of his boot, surly and bored as he rests in the dark alley behind one of the many clubs owned by the syndicate that owns him. Tonight was one of the more boring nights. No buffet, no bones to break. He’s benched, bored and has irritatingly low blood sugar. 

With the neon lights of the party strip not far away, giving the whole area a faint, buzzing glow, Beomsoo glances around as one of the metal doors swings open and for a brief moment fills the quiet alley with the sound of girlish giggles, chatting and music, before it’s clanging shut and a body hurries away. Seeing as he’s here, that gives him an idea. So, flicking away his cigarette Beomsoo heads inside, letting the door clang closed behind him his heavy lidded eyes gaze around the busy corridors as half naked women hurry around and the place smells musty with perfume and essential oils. Girls just as owned as he is, just their function is slightly different.  

Picking a direction Beomsoo stomps off, large boots thudding across the carpet as he weaves around bodies and picks a door, pushing his way inside without much care. “Sam!” He booms, more than a little impatient now. “I’m hungry, do you have any food?” He asks, the big bear already pawing at her bag to search inside. Beomsoo never forgets a face, especially not if they’ve fed him in the past. 

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Tasteless | @ghcstmade​ ft Beomsoo & Trinity 

With a low, grumbling purr, Beomsoo’s usually hungry gaze admires the soft glow of lighting on lovely skin, and the swaying of tempting limbs. All of this, more than likely, unintentional, as the ancient demon’s eyes often lingered on the delectable demoness, and no matter how many times she rebuffed him, he just can’t seem to get the message through his thick skull.

“Come ‘ere-” he grumbles, voice low and guttural, as he sees an opportunity and takes it, looping an arm round her waist to pull the dancer down onto his lap, in spite of any way she might object to his often crass, always tasteless advances. “You look tasty enough to eat” he murmurs into her neck with little to no regard for personal space. After all he works on the basis of if I see it, I want it, I have it. Both people and food. 

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"i am jealous of everyone who is with you when i am not." alena to their demon husband, of course

"Who is with me when you're not?" Beomsoo replies, only half listening as he continues to rummage through the cupboards. "Boris? Maybe Big Choi? Hardly anyone to be jealous of... babe where is the cake?!" He'd only had the nymph living with him for a few weeks and already things around his apartment had started to change. Now there were floral smells about the place, his sofa has a cute little blanket on it and there were more pillows in his bed! Not to mention the bathroom.. it was clean! Also, a lot of green things had started to appear in his fridge where before there had been pizza boxes... and he can never find his sweet treats!

"Maybe I'm the one that should be jealous? Huh? How about that?" He pushes the cupboard door closed. It wasn't quite a slam, but it was loud. He's having a sugar drop. "Your arms are always out-!" He gestures at Alena, wearing one of their lovely cute dresses, but the nymph does show a lot of skin and usually Beomsoo wouldn't mind, but as he is being accused of things, he's not in the best mood!

"All I do is work! What are you doing with your time?!" He may not have lived with Alena long, but he did know that probably wasn't a smart idea.

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Hey, Beomsoo. Eternal enslaved servitude, or freedom with the stipulation that you have to bottom for a dude once or twice a week forever to keep it? 👀

Groaning he runs a hand down his face, shaking his head "both are me getting shafted so what's the difference really?!"

Pinching the bridge of his nose he shakes his head, "I guess... it's up the ass every week. At least there is some freedom around that I suppose!"

"Besides, seems homophobic to be so against it even at such a high price, and I don't fuck with that shit" shaking his head he folds thick arms across his chest.