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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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thinking about book 6 battle simulations

I was thinking a lot about book 6 lately! (Not for any particular reason, I was just ruminating, haha...)

During the examination segment, Riddle, Azul, and Vil were put into one group and Jamil and Leona were put in the other group. Idia then put them into VR simulations in which (simulated) Trey, Jade, Rook, Kalim, and Ruggie approached the subjects to upset them. This is for the purposes of STYX to gauge their combative capabilities and blot accumulation. What I noticed on another read of these parts was that Idia makes sure to inform all the subjects they are about to enter a VR simulation BEFORE they dive in... and yet despite this, group 1 (Riddle, Azul, Vil) was still caught off-guard when Trey, Jade, and Rook attacked them. Meanwhile, Jamil in group 2 automatically defers to Kalim but Leona is the one who notices something is fishy about the situation. Now, now... this is interesting 👁️ Why might this be, I wonder~ (You bet I'm going to analyze the heck out of these small details!)

***Main story spoilers up to book 6!!***

First thing to consider: it's possible that perhaps the characters don't fully understand what "VR simulation" is, as most of them did take a while to come to their senses. Of the 5 subjects, Riddle is the most likely to fall into this category. He seems to be slightly confused by the concept of a "virtual space" when Idia explains the examination to them (which likely conflicts with Riddle's very traditional understanding of "tests"). Furthermore, Riddle has expressed in Endless Halloween Night that his mother did not allow him to play video games or to watch TV so he'd usually do crosswords or solve other puzzles for fun. He's not completely technologically inept (like Malleus), but Riddle does have a somewhat limited scope of how items and procedures are to be used, especially if it lies beyond its normal means. It's likely that he has not thought of VR simulation being used in the scenario in which he finds himself in now.

The other 4 subjects, however, most likely understand what VR is and shouldn't be confused by the simulation. Azul is very savvy and keeps up with trends, which can factor into his business(es). He even brings up streaming as a potential source of revenue in book 6; man has his fingers on the pulse of pop culture to know what will sell. Vil, being a celebrity and the leader of the Film Research Club, must have an understanding of various technologies used to achieve certain effects (especially as director of his own projects). Jamil constantly deals with Kalim's requests and, being in Kalim's social bubble, must get exposure to all kinds of crazy technologies. Leona, being a knowledgeable prince, surely must understand the concept of VR simulation.

Okay, so... why did they (mostly) still get "tricked" by the simulation anyway? The key words today would be "trust" and "dependence".

Thinking about it, there's one thing that separates group 1 from 2: the boys in group 1 have a tendency to rely on others for support and validation whereas the boys in group 2 are consistently shown to be more independent than their peers (even if they, too, seek validation). Let's go through them one by one!

GROUP 1

Riddle

Riddle is presented as a tyrant that rules with an iron fist, particularly in book 1 where he stars as the main antagonist. However, it's also pretty blatant that Riddle has become increasingly aggressive due in part to others enabling him. Ace specifically calls out Trey for this, saying that his failure to intervene or to quell Riddle's temper has resulted in Heartslabyul students suffering for it. Cater is also complacent, as he and/or Trey often follow Riddle's orders and remove Adeuce from the dorm multiple times in book 1. Riddle relies on these upperclassmen to listen to him and carry out his bidding, and he feels validated when they do. It's a lesson he has learned from his mother. He is the most powerful, and therefore he should be the most correct. Notice how Riddle is quick to anger when others refuse to obey him and how often he demands for them to conform. He becomes enraged when the Heartslabyul mobs rebel and chuck an egg at him. But what hurts him most of all is, perhaps, Trey turning too. Riddle was mad about the mobs acting up, yes, but he still did not overblot. Not yet, at least. No, Riddle overblots only AFTER he tries to attack Ace with the rose trees... and Trey steps in with his UM to overwrite Riddle's collar, turning it into cards. Trey's relationship with Riddle cannot be understated here. In this very moment, Trey, Riddle's childhood friend (one of his first friends), vice dorm leader, silent yes man, his most trusted confidant, has betrayed him. He is proving Riddle wrong, that the most powerful mage is not the most correct. "Are YOU going to tell me that I'm wrong too? After all I've done to protect the rule of law?! [...] I... I refuse to believe this!"

From these examples, we can clearly see that Riddle is someone who is reliant on others--not that he isn't a capable mage, but rather he is reliant on others for his own sense of self-worth. Indeed, even in his post-OB flashback, he indicates feeling proud and excited when his mother praises him for good grades or successfully performing a spell. This is reiterated many times over in book 1, in which Riddle feels satisfied and even smug when his students fall in line, and spirals into uncontrollable rage when they don't. There are a select few whom Riddle has chosen to place his faith in, and Trey is one of them. Trey, who gave him his first slice of strawberry tart and has been supporting him as his vice for over a year now (since Riddle became dorm leader in his first week as a first-year student; now is the start of Riddle's second year). That's why he feels so hurt when Trey is suddenly chastising him, telling him that he's behaving irrationally.

If we reexamine Riddle's post-OB flashback, you'll notice that Riddle says he is lonely without every outright stating the word "lonely". The phrasing makes it sound as though Riddle does not understand his own loneliness, like he doens't even know the word or want to acknowledge it as reality. He is awkward and unsure around Trey and Chenya, who invite him out to play. He follows his mother's rules because he believes that is what will bring him happiness. He wonders why, in spite of following all those rules, he still feels hollow inside. Then, once Riddle has awoken, he confesses that he always wanted to play more with Trey, and that he wants to talk with everyone after a meal. Riddle. at his core, craves companionship rather than dominating his peers. Trey was one of the few friends he ever had, and so Riddle puts a lot of stock into his support. This may be why he was quick to believe the fake Trey in the simulation, and why he looked so shocked when Trey started attacking him. Here is a boy who has already been betrayed once, experiencing that same betrayal again at the hands of his childhood friend. How scared must he be of losing his oldest friend, of Trey turning his back on him or seeing him as a monster? 😭

Azul

Due to the bullying he experienced in his childhood, Azul works very hard to maintain a new image of someone who is cool, confident, and composed. Part of that is passing himself off as someone who is large and in charge, while posing Jade and Floyd as his lackies who do whatever he tells them to. The reality of the matter is that the twins are very much... there to do their own thing, and they just kind of go along with Azul's schemes because they seem to be a lot of fun. When you stop to consider it though, Azul definitely puts a lot of trust into the Leech brothers even though they're both shady and can be flippant at times. It's the twins going around and advertising Azul's services to the student population. It's the twins who help him expand his business and acquire new items (as all three's Dorm Uniform vignettes are about the Octatrio conspiring to acquire the rights to and/or advertise their new drinks). It's the twins who are asked to run the Mostro Lounge whenever Azul is absent. Time and time again, Azul falls back on Jade and Floyd. They've been with him since middle school.

In book 4, both Azul and Floyd insist that they aren't really "childhood friends", but they do consider each other "equals". As Azul describes it, "I strongly doubt Jade or Floyd have any binding allegiance to me. This is all and elaborate game of pretend to them. [...] If I made a poor choice as leader--or even simply a boring one... They would turn on me instantly and seize the dorm leader seat for themselves." Floyd follows with, "We ain't got any plans to challenge him, either... for now, anyway. Aha ha! [...] We stick with [Azul] now 'cause it's fun. If it stops bein' fun, we drop him like a bad habit. Easy." The twins and Azul are both very aware that their relationship is a temporary and transactional one. Azul himself has even fully considered the possibility that Jade and Floyd may one day turn on him. This is all true--however, I also believe it's possible that the Octatrio are not being entirely truthful to themselves and do actually care for one another beyond the confines of their business ties or "having fun". In book 3, Jade and Floyd sense that something is wrong, and their immediate thought is to go check on Azul because of this gut feeling. Jade warns Azul of the consequences of misusing his UM. They are also the first to check on Azul after his OB and insist that he rest and find it within them to gently tease him over the situation. Even the way they address each other is "special". Jade and Azul have a tendency to be polite and use the honorific "-san" after everyone's name... except for each other and Floyd. Floyd, meanwhile, tends to give everyone a nickname... except for Jade and Azul. They drop these naming conventions within their group because that's how much they know and trust each other. Further proof of this is that when Floyd first meets Azul in the post-OB flashback of book 3, he calls Azul "Octopus-chan". Azul used to have a nickname, but no longer has one. This implies that a lack of a nickname actually indicates that Floyd is more intimate with someone than if he had nicknamed them. The same goes with Jade and Azul, who are usually so formal and polite.

I've already established that Azul acts in ways which indicate that he is close to the twins, as much as he tries to deny it and come off as tough. He drops the honorifics for them and he trusts them to do his bidding. What I find most telling, however, is when Jade and Floyd check up on him right as he's about to OB. "Jade! Floyd! Ahhh, you've finally come back to me," Azul says (if you listen to his voice, he sounds SO relieved). "Would you believe that thanks to these FOOLS, I've lost all of my contracts? Which is why I'm going to need your powers now. Come on, give them to me!" This is notable because, prior to this, he was forcibly ripping powers out of mob students. But now with the twins--Azul makes a CONSCIOUS decision to ask Jade and Floyd for them to willingly give up their powers to him. Azul is emotional and acting without tact here, but he STILL stops to ask the twins for them to surrender their magic. He cares about getting their consent specifically. When the brothers deny him and Floyd says Azul has become lame, that's when Azul snaps. His loyal henchmen are refusing his request and he's lost all his accumulated wealth. He's going to become the weak, friendless crybaby he once way all over again.

Knowing all of this, it makes sense why Azul was as startled as Riddle was when the simulated Jade attacked him. Azul claims that he anticipates this day--but he still seems to disturbed when it actually happens. It's true that perhaps this surprise comes in part from Azul having no indication that the twins were getting bored of him, so this is coming out of left field in his perspective. But... it could also be that he's hurt by the sudden shift, even if he and the twins have been telling themselves all along that they'd toss each other out without a second thought once they lose interest. This calls back to Azul's concerns right before he overblots: that his "business partners" (whom he refuses to call his friends) have lost interest in him and will now leave him alone and with nothing. He relies on the brothers not only for labor, but as his company and his confidants. When that's taken away from him... what does Azul have left that's worth anything?

Vil

Vil is another person who typically passes as very independent. He looks after himself quite well and is often the one nagging others to do the same. The thing with him is... he's still a celebrity at the end of the day, and a celebrity like him is always aware of his public image and the eyes on him. That's Vil's Achille's heel: as a celebrity, he is constantly concerned with how others perceive him. This is a lesson he learns in book 5--that he shouldn't let other people's judgment of him or a silly popularity contest determine his self-worth. Ah, but let's remember... book 6 begins like a mere DAY after book 5. Sure, Vil's character arc may be over, but that does not mean that he has suddenly completely changed. Up until yesterday, he was aggressively training to overcome his rival and to show the whole world his true beauty. Vil still, to some degree, finds value in how he looks and how others see him, as it strongly ties into his career. To this end, he sees Rook as a valuable individual.

Now, there's a lot of contention about whether or not Rook is a good influence on Vil or not, as some interpret his commentary as derogatory or unnecessarily critical. I'm not going to get into that; here, I am going to speak plainly about how Vil himself views Rook's feedback. In Vil's Labwear vignettes, he confides in Trey that he relies on Rook's keen observational skills to reflect the truth back to him. A celebrity must look at his best, and he can count on Rook to not mince his words and point out even the most minute of changes at a quick glance. (Vil himself is also extremely strict with himself, but lacks the superhuman abilities that his vice dorm leader does.) Rook has been doing this since long before he even transferred to Pomefiore, critiquing Vil's performances and such, not just his looks alone. This led into long discussions and debates between the two, which demonstrates how much Vil values Rook's perspective. Even back then, Rook was one of Vil's greatest supporters, but not exactly a totally blind "yes man". He is offering the kind of feedback that Vil seeks, not empty, sugar-coated niceties. This is why, in spite of his betrayal at the end of book 5, Vil eventually accepts it, as he trusts Rook's keen eye and judgment. What's interesting about book 6's examinations is that Vil seemingly takes charge of his group. When approached by the simulated classmates, Vil steps up and, after a moment of silence, says, "No... It's nothing. Let's go." (Vil is known as a skilled actor and can easily sniff out an act himself. Was the silence hesitation as he, Azul, and Riddle reevaluate the scene? Hard to say, but I'm assuming that STYX's state-of-the-art tech was able to perfectly simulate Rook, and thus confused Vil and co. for a while.) Rook strikes him with a spell, and that invokes a great emotional reaction from Vil, who seems to be the most aghast of the group. The fake Rook then declares that he's going to claim the dorm leader seat from Vil, which shocks him. "As you know, I appreciate beautiful things. Hence... I can hardly allow someone who's acted as ugly as you to occupy the Fairest Queen's throne!" The scene then cuts away to a battle. Now, while we don't get any extra dialogue from Vil to show his reaction, one interpretation could be that he was stunned into silence. Why is this a believable occurrence? Because the fake Rook called Vil out for "ugly" behavior. This is significant because back when Vil was overblotting, he was desperately shouting for people to "not look at him" because he's "so ugly". Here, ugliness does not mean literal ugliness or something that is visually unappealing. The "ugliness" being spoken of refers to being morally rotten, as Vil was speaking on his guilt after resorting to dirty tactics to try and take out his rival (when he had previously sworn to win on his own merits alone). The simulated Rook might be referring to this, which induces great shame in Vil, who is aware of the weight of his sins. Heck, book 6 even starts with Vil taking accountability and sincerely apologizing to the whole NRC Tribe for causing them trouble. Vil blames himself for their team losing, as it was his OB that forced them to fight and physically wore them out before their big performance. "What does it matter who forgives me?! I can't... I can't forgive myself!" He may still have lingering guilt regarding this incident, hence why he's the one predominantly reacting when the vice dorm leaders betray group 1. His mirror and huntsman, who speaks only the truth to him, now tells him of his ugliness. What else can that be, if not the truth reflected back at him?

GROUP 2

Jamil

To be clear, Jamil did not automatically go after the simulated Kalim. He automatically defers and tries to go along with his dorm leader (and only starts fighting once Leona declares the simulation for the sham it really is). Why? Surely Jamil is sharper witted than that. To this, I say... of course, it's just that Jamil's so used to being a servant that he reverts back to submissiveness as soon as he's put in a circumstance where there's a power dynamic. He’s not the one relying on Kalim—Kalim is often the one relying on him. You need proof of Jamil's servile mindset? He was intentionally talking down his own skills ever since book 4 and, according to Azul, has been purposefully maintaining painfully average grades (which, in of itself, takes a lot of effort). Admittedly though, those are conscious choices, not unconscious ones. But how about back in book 5, when Vil announces him as one of the lead vocalists and Jamil's immediate reaction is not to accept it, but to humble himself and insist that Kalim would be better suited for it (when Kalim actually isn't)? Jamil has to stop himself, back up, and accept the nomination, which he has earned for himself, rather than relinquish it to someone less deserving. Years and years of serving someone else, forced to play the part of the inferior servant, will beat that attitude into his mind, regardless of how much he resents the position.

Even now, Jamil feels like he usually has to follow someone else's lead. Leona, the upperclassman and dorm leader, provides that lead for him in the VR simulation. This leadership + independence is something they would butt heads over later in book 6, as Jamil begins to act overprotective of his current charge (Leona) as he does with Kalim. While Jamil has played the part of Kalim's attendant and childhood friend, the reality is that Jamil cannot stand those roles. He desires to stand out and to be recognized--something which is evident in book 4. Before he brainwashes the Scarabia students, he's always framing himself in a positive and helpful light to them and speaks humbly about his abilities. After he brainwashes the Scarabia students, he has them heap him with praise that he had never gotten in his childhood. In the post-OB flashback, we see Jamil's parents scolding him for outperforming Kalim, even in something as simple as a game. The headmaster of a great arcane academy overlooks him in favor of someone far less capable.

Jamil knows he can be great, but he's intentionally being told to not reach those heights. He feels stifled and trapped, and no one understands his plight that he cannot escape from. This results in Jamil distancing himself from others and coming to rely on himself and himself alone to make his wishes come true. He can't rely on his family, who are beholden to their legacy of being servants to the Asims. He can't confide in friends because none of them are quite like him, and Kalim would ignorantly brush it off. He can't tell third parties because, as Crowley as demonstrated, they dismiss him outright. Jamil, as he acts throughout book 6, is doing so in an effort to find his own strength and to be able to act on it with the freedom he seeks. To play support not because he has to, but because he, the individual, wants to. As Jamil states before overblotting, he wants to "be free" from these precarious circumstances where a wrong move could doom him and his family... but he only has so many liberties to work with. This leaves him in a strange limbo situation where he still isn't fully independent but desperately wishes to be. We see him fighting against the restraints, and to varying degrees of effectiveness depending on the context and his state of mind within that context.

Leona

From a young age, Leona seems to have worked tirelessly to obtain recognition. Like Jamil, Leona was in such a position (second-born prince) that, despite his efforts, he kept being rejected and beaten down again and again. As we see in his post-OB flashback, this is what eventually broke Leona’s spirit and made him develop a pessimistic outlook on his prospects for the future. The thing is, even though Leona does not really have hope for himself, he still manages to inspire hope in other people, from underclassmen to the students of his dorm. Book 2 is entirely about Savanaclaw looking to Leona to save their own futures, and him trying to do so for their sakes. His club mates extol how he can so quickly hone in on their best skills and advise them on how to sharpen those skills. Jack admires Leona’s plays, so much so that he wished to one day play alongside Leona. He’s even able to get beastmen of different species to get along and live peacefully under his rule when this has historically been difficult for his older brother to manage. All in all, Leona has all the makings of a leader. He stands out from the crowd, knows when to leverage his power and intelligence (playing smarter, not harder), and commands with ease.

… That being said, Leona’s presence can be so powerful at times that it’s also isolating. This was the case for his childhood, which is depicted to us as many palace servants being fearful of Leona’s devastatingly strong magic. He also uses this strong magic against his dorm mates when their intentions clash in book 2–and he comes close to killing someone in the process. He’s also just notorious in general for being grumpy or unfriendly toward others, including one instance in book 5 when he seems upset that you’ve showed up in his classroom. Leona drives people away from him, whether because of his strength or because of his prickly attitude.

At the same time, i would also describe Leona as a tactician that keeps some degree of distance from those he commands. He makes it clear he's willing to use others to achieve his own goals and does so many times over. Book 2, when he tries to take out Malleus to help his dorm leaders while also trying to prove to himself that he's capable. Book 3, when he helps Yuu and co. dissolve the contracts including one of his own he made with Azul, etc. Leona knows how to best use his own abilities, as well as those of others. That's what makes him so formidable--he can read others and judge the situation extremely well, and he knows when it is smart to fight and when to tactically retreat (such as in book 6, when he immediately surrenders to STYX agents rather than make a scene). Leona is a self-sufficient man.

There’s the question of Ruggie, of course. Leona is often depicted as lazy and relies on Ruggie to do many daily things for him, such as laundry or fetching food. This obviously throws a wrench into the claim that Leona is more "independent" than those in group 1, doesn't it? He doesn't even come close to Jamil, who actually does all of these tasks himself. Well, not exactly. I don't think "independence" here really comes down to that alone. Riddle, Azul, and Vil all relied on Trey, the twins, and/or Rook to some significant degree to inform their own senses of self. Jamil had this belief of deferring to his "betters" (the Asims) instilled in him, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter. And Leona? Leona does not significantly rely on Ruggie for his self-worth (dude was 100% going to sand him in book 2). Yes, Leona was likely looking to help his dorm members in part to prove to himself he is capable of leading a pack, but he gives up when he realizes it was a fruitless effort. He doesn't become reinvigorated to keep it up or to try again, even when his dorm members (Ruggie included) plead to him. Leona is acting selfishly, and he refuses to acknowledge their perspectives--he's set in his own ways and is driven by his own thoughts, not those of the people around him. Perhaps this is what allows him to discern truth from lies with such clarity, as it is Leona who rouses Jamil to his senses and leads the charge against the VR simulation Kalim and Ruggie.

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obae-me · 6 months

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The Brothers and their Nightmares

I was going to post this for Halloween, but things came up as they always do and I couldn't get to finishing it until now. Enjoy the late angst and spoops!

These are just dream scenarios I imagined the Brothers would suffer with, connected to both their Sin and the personal things they struggle with. Most of it is symbolic but could still be triggering for some.

TW: Hurt/No Comfort, Violent Images, Death, Blood, Angst, Nightmare Scenarios, Burning, Broken Bones, Disturbing Scenes that may upset readers. As Always, Read Safely.

Lucifer:

Displayed in a box. Preserved. Hung on a shelf for all to see. Trapped in a clear case with giant pins puncturing his wings and limbs in place. A perfect specimen.

The pain is immense. The torture almost unbearable, but this is where he belongs, right? To be shown off with Pride? To weather any struggles and pain to shine ever brighter in the light? A diamond only need be pressurized, cut, and polished before it's valuable.

Blurry faces of demons and angels and humans alike all pass him by, pointing at him and observing him with awe, sometimes fear, but nothing more. A living piece of art. He's searching for any familiarity amongst the crowd. The people he loves the most, the people he wants to shine for above all, the people he's suffering for!

Please! Give him a reason to endure this crucifixion! Prove to him that this is worth it! Let him know that he's enough! This prison must mean something! Don't say it was all for nothing! Everything he's worked for! Everything he's lamented over, toiled for! Look at him! Appreciate him!

But no one ever comes.

In the end he's left alone. The pins push deeper. The blood dripping from his eyes.

Just a caged butterfly.

Mammon:

Glistening palms. Shimmering faces. Gold as far as the eye can see. A perfect shining kingdom. Frozen lifeless subjects. This isn't what he wanted.

Come on, Belphie. Beel? What about you Asmo?... Satan?... No... Levi, please... Hells no... Lucifer!

Unmoving metal lips match each stiff jeweled eye. His hands... He- he had only touched them. That was all he did. Right? All he had done was love them. The Greed had become too much. In his ambition for glory, his corrupted embrace had tainted his family past the flesh. Motionless mannequins, that's all they were now. Cursed to shine till the end of time. His treasures that he had always craved.

Was this what he had wanted all along? No! He had created this all for his family! His friends! His loved ones! They were to all to gimmer with him! Not leave him alone! He did this. He always took things too far. Steal and cheat and lie until nothing remained! Rotten scum! Why couldn't he just listen? Why couldn't he just be better?! Give him a second chance... please. He can be better... Someone say something...

A destiny written in stone. Take. Even the lives of his brothers.

No matter how hard he tries, he only makes things worse.

Surrounded by the Fool's gold.

Levi:

Clanging, burning chains. There's a constant deafening buzzing in the air, the chatter of thousands of people. The voices rise and fall in rhythm, like the beating of war drums, or the increasing pace of his heart. He can't think, he can hardly see, and he can't breathe.

Millions of shining eyes stare down at his restrained body in the middle of a stadium. The blinding gazes singe his body, his skin melting off his bones. He's not the only one at the center of attention. Other people, other contestants are here to play the same game. Win, and get everything you ever dreamed. Lose, and be forced to burn with Envy and shame.

Every failed attempt of his makes the arena hotter. The infernal heat spills from the breaths of the crowd sharing his weaknesses to the world. They give his competitors the advantage, kicking him while he's down. The thrumming gets faster. It's not fair! He's trying so hard! Was he just doomed from the start? Was he born a failure? Hated by the universe since the moment of conception?! Is that why he's never good enough? Is that why all his brothers get to move on without him?!

His dreams always just out of reach. He's not good enough to be loved.

The bitterness eats him up from the inside.

Till he's melted into a pile of nothing.

Satan:

A mess of strings. The curtain is drawn. The show begins! It's the same routine day after day after day after day-- He can't take this any more!

He doesn't even understand this masquerade! The story he's forced to play out is gibberish, some fickle plot he can't even begin to fathom. Everything is foreign to him. The audience, the dance, his body, his Wrath. None of it is recognizable. And they chuckle like they know, like they enjoy his ignorance. Limbs are pulled in any direction the strings choose. Bones broken, lips sealed shut, he's pushed to the brink of oblivion once again.

But he worked so hard! Everything he's read, everything he learned, so he could stop feeling like this! He's not just a hollow doll, controlled by someone else's ambitions! He has thoughts, he has feelings! He might... not fully understand them yet, but he's trying! Tell him he's smart, that he's strong, that he's his own person! Let him stand on his own!

But only his mind is allowed to scream as the congregation watches.

A wicked dance until the strings are snipped. His opportunity to be independent. But instead, he falls into a lifeless heap on the floor.

Nothing without someone else.

The poor wooden plaything will never be real.

Asmo:

An endless winding labyrinth of mirrors. He runs, panting and crying as he tries to find his way through the illusions. Make it stop! Let him have peace!

The creatures are invisible to his normal eyes, only showing up in the reflections of the mirrors surrounding him. There's hundreds of them at least, crawling over each other to get to him. They don't even make a sound, silently scrambling towards him. An amalgamation of Lust. Each time they grab him, they take something precious from him. His fingernails, strands of his hair, his beautiful lips, the blush from his cheeks. They rip off of him as easily as tearing away a puzzle piece.

They're stripping him of his beauty bit by bit! How is he supposed to be loved like this?! If he's not gorgeous, than what is he? He has nothing left! This is all he has! He's not strong, or smart, or powerful! His physical charm is all he has! Please, leave him alone! He's supposed to be a jewel! That's all anyone ever sees him as!

He can't bear to look at himself. Every time he glances he's slightly different. Until he no longer recognizes the humanoid shell in the mirror. But he has no choice to keep looking if he wants to keep an eye on the monsters pursuing him.

A single fumble.

It's rather quick and painless as the souls each take what they want from him.

And leave him broken in shards on the floor.

Beel:

Screams echo from every direction. Buildings crumble as the earth shakes and the air hums. A moving living black cloud sweeps through the town. Where's his family? He has to help.

The sky a vast pool of crimson as the Celestial Sun and Demonic Moon cross paths and cast a torrent of blood down onto the merging realms. The ground beneath them all trembles, growling. It's Gluttonous. Every person he tries to save is always just too far away. They either get consumed from the plague of insects or fall into the gaping maws of the starving earth. And he still can't find his family.

Why? Why is this happening? Why isn't he strong enough to save anyone?! All the workouts, all the training, pushing his muscles stronger than any demon ever has, all so he can quit feeling so useless! He told himself he would be ready to take on anything! Even an entire army if he had to, just so he could save somebody for once! Lilith... Belphie… everyone... he's sorry... Sorry he's so weak. This is his fault.

The foundation beneath his feet begins to crumble.

His wings feel far too fragile to fly.

It makes sense that in the End of Days, no one would be there to save him.

He didn't deserve it.

Belphie:

There's something rotten in his chest. It feels like a pit in his soul, growing larger with every passing second. The sensation is agonizing.

It's something no one can see, but something he feels with every breath. It's very slowly stripping him of everything he is. His love, his memories, his desires... He needs to go find help. The House is laid out all wrong. Doors lead to where they shouldn't, hallways bend in the wrong directions. His house doesn't even feel like home anymore. Every step feels harder than it should. The supposedly easy task of getting help seeming more like an impossible feat. This rot is more than just Sloth. It takes what seems like hours to finally find his family. That's when he reaches out to them, trying to tell them what's wrong. But he can't speak for some reason.

Gestures and panicked grasping means nothing to his brothers. The desperation in his eyes goes ignored as most simply rub his head or push him off to the side, not taking him seriously in the least. But this hurts! He can't take the pain anymore! Someone help him! Don't push him away, don't treat it like a joke! Listen to him! Take what he has to say into consideration! He can't possibly speak over six other voices!

His efforts wasted, his energy depleted.

The rot ate away at his heart and left him numb.

And everyone walked away, leaving the boy who cried to cry alone.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me nightbringer #hurt/no comfort #tw: violence #tw: death #tw: blood #tw disturbing imagery #tw burning #tw broken bones

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tamayula-hl · 7 months

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Slytherin boys are Enjoying COSPLAY Fun🎃🐍 They use magic to transform themselves into different forms to enjoy cosplay sex in this scenario! I drew Seb and his GF as Incubus and Succubus, and Ominis and his GF as Vampire and Sister😈

⚠️NSFW/Adults Only ⚠️All characters in this artwork are adults ⚠️Machine translation

Link to the manga in undercut.

日本語版はコチラ

This manga contains adult material and is suitable only for mature audiences. Read with caution and discretion.

Happy Halloween! 🎃🧙‍♀ The Succubus and Vampire costumes are based on designs from my favourite game series Castlevania🧛‍♂

#hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut

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pupkashi · 7 months

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Hii! Happy Halloween 🎃! For your spooky event may I please request gojo x fem!reader in the trick or treat category with the action/scenario prompt - going to a carnival / fair🫶🏻 thank you!

hi friend and happy halloween !! I made these into headcanons i hope that’s alright ! feel free to request a drabble if you want one :3

happy halloween!

Satoru absolutely LOVES fairs, he loves how much food and sweets come with it and he loves that he gets to show off how great he is at everything for you

“that plushy is so cute,” you smile, his sweater hanging off your shoulders as you walk past a small booth

“cmon I’ll get if for you,” he grins, pulling you towards the game, giving the vendor the tickets

he’d win on his first try, handing you the plushy you wanted along with a kiss to your temple, “I’ll get you anything you want sweetheart,” he smiles

“anything?” you say, eyes landing on a triceratops almost as big as you, satoru’s eyes follow yours, mouth agape when he takes in the size of the plushy

but either way, he’s heading over, rolling up his sleeves a bit and turning to you, “this one’s for you,” he winks, throwing the ball at the stack of cups and clearing the stack on his first try

he’s be SO cocky, walking around with the dinosaur in his hip, “yeah i won this for my sweetheart” “oh this? yeah first try” “toru who are you talking to right now?” “nothing, no one” he would mumble, face flushed red when you laugh at him, getting in your tippy toes and kissing his cheek

“my big strong man winning me all the prizes i want,” you tease, loving the way your words riled him up a bit, in the array of colorful lights shining on the two of you you could still make out his pretty blue eyes

he’s buy you absolutely anything you want, any food or snacks you want, any drinks, literally anything

he would spend way too much money on tickets, buying an absurd amount because he ‘needs to try every food stand’

he’s end up eating so much sugar he’s practically pulling you across the park when he’s on a sugar rush, calming down a bit when he starts crashing a bit towards the end of the day

he’s absolutely devour at least three funnel cakes, getting powdered sugar on his nose and cheeks that you’d wipe away with a smile

he’d force you onto rides, “this doesn’t look safe at all are you serious?!” “cmon sweets! you know I’d protect you if anything happened,” the small pout on his lips is enough for you to grumble a bit before slipping your hand in his, following him into the ride.

satoru would take countless pictures of you in the carnival lights, posing with any props there are and the plushies he’d won you

you guys go on the Ferris wheel last, satoru slipping the worker some money to keep you guys at the top for a bit longer

he’d just keep staring at you, smiling when you caught him but never looking away, “you’re so pretty,” he’d breathe out, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your cheek, snowy bangs tickling your face

“not as pretty as you, my angel boy,” you giggle, the Ferris wheel coming to a halt.

with your hands intertwined you two would marvel at the view for a bit, giggling as you pointed out silly things

“i love you, y/n,” his hearts beating a bit harder, and when you look into his eyes he feels like he’s been blessed by the warmth of the summer sun all over again

you can’t stop the smile forming in your lips as you squeeze his hand a bit, “i love you too, satoru”

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wave2tyun · 3 months

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policy of truth and lies | ☆

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: highschool!au (kinda), band!txt, brother's best friend!kai, fluff, a bit suggestive

summary: a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?

warnings: mentions of throwing up

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this all started just from my silly little desire to write a fic with the brother's best friend trope absdjhabj but honestly, this is one of the fics that i am most proud of, it has a special place in my heart :(<3 shout out to all my dear ningdungies!!!!😼😼💞 i love you all a lot!!!!<33 (and i hope you manage to survive this!!!)

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

“carefully planned-out coincidences” - that’s what your encounters with kai were; something that would appear unsuspicious to the naked eye, yet so obvious to a love connoisseur.

a fixed set of rules had been established in order for such meetings to be successfully completed, and continued.

1. no texting each other when you’re next to others. people love to snoop and steal a glance at your phone screen, getting you easily busted.

2. no form of physical touch is allowed on school grounds, unless you’re well-hidden. you never know what pair of eyes could be lurking around.

and, the most important one of them all: 3. do not, under no circumstances, get caught by soobin.

your brother tended to be more of a quieter person with an almost inhumane kind of calmness in him. that, however, did not apply when it came to unveiling lies. had he found out you had been kissing his best friend behind his back, it would have certainly not turned pretty. you knew that the longer you kept it away from him, the harder it would be to reveal the truth. even so, you kept postponing it, as you couldn’t figure out the right way to do it. you couldn’t just randomly go up to him and say: “remember that halloween party we held last year? yeah, me and kai kissed while you were in pain, next to the toilet bowl, releasing the obscene amount of sweets you had eaten that night”.

it was not the most romantic scenario, obviously, but it was one of the very few moments when soobin and kai weren’t glued at the hip, and neither of you could take the tension anymore. taking your brother’s pitiful cries out of the image, the kiss was actually quite sweet. and no, it wasn’t because of the jelly beans kai had eaten prior to that- maybe only party. the actual reason was kai’s hand on your waist, accompanied by the breathy “can i…?” that he whispered against your cheek.

as cheesy as it may sound, it’s a night that you will never forget.

-for various reasons.

one of them being the fact that it was pretty much the the starting point of a certain “shift” in your relationship with kai. from that day onward, it seemed like both of you tried to find as many opportunities as possible to be in each other’s presence. oh- kai came over and wanted a glass of water from downstairs? whew- well, you were thirsty too, looks like you had to go to the kitchen with him. kai was left on dish-washing duty after parties? you could spare a few minutes to help him out. movie night with the boys? the only free spot was so conveniently the one next to kai.

it was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. you could never be too sure whether you were subtle enough, or completely alone, so you had to walk on eggshells every single time, no matter what. it got exhausting though, and you wished that, at least for once, kai could come over to your house to see you, not soobin.

kai, on the other hand, was definitely more of a risk taker than you, one that saw no harm in breaking some of the rules every once in a while.

and there are no risks, without possible consequences.

it was something that kai had learned…the hard way…on the lovely day of february 14th.

soobin had invited kai to spend the day together, playing games and trying out all the mystery flavors of a heart-shaped chocolate box. initially, they weren’t supposed to be the ones indulging in the sweet treat, but soobin had chickened out before giving it to his crush at school that day. sulking uncontrollably, he called his best friend so that they could console themselves from the soul-crushing fact that they were both (to soobin’s knowledge) “single”.

while he felt bad for his downcast pal, kai also couldn’t take his mind off you. love was in the air, after all: the rom-com that played on his tv as he was getting ready to come to your house, the lovey-dovey songs playing on the radio, the couples getting affectionate on the streets- they only added further to the burning desire that he felt today, more than ever, to see you. and perhaps…not only see you.

depending on the situation, those coincidences would often consist of: hand-holding underneath blankets or tables, winks sent to redden the other one’s cheeks and, if you were lucky, an exchange of swift, tiny pecks.

none of the outcomes above satisfied him though. the more he thought about crossing paths with you, the more he wished to caress your face, to hold you in his arms- to have an intimate moment with you that involved something more than a “kiss and run” type of situation.

“hey- the race started, why are you not moving?” soobin exclaimed, his mario kart character moving way farther than kai’s across the screen.

snapping out of it, kai shook his head, placing the controller down onto the coffee table before excusing himself “i have to go to the bathroom-” he said as he placed one hand on his stomach, mustering up all his theatre acting skills to put on a pained expression on his face “i think those sweets aren’t sitting right with me”

as soon as he finished that statement, kai basically flew up the stairs, skipping 2-3 steps at once. he made sure to flip the light switch to the bathroom before striding towards your room, to make it seem like he was there.

kai made his entrance with a finger over his lips and a catlike smile.

“what are you doing? you can’t be in here-” you whisper-shouted. kai had never- ever been in your room up until that point. it was too dangerous.

however, you still gave in, not pushing him back through the door he came in from.

he walked closer, coming to cup your face in his hands “i wanted to see you”

“is that so?” you asked coyly.

kai smiled more, sensing the bit of happiness sneaking into your voice beside your attempts to appear mad at him.

“it is so” he answered, waver in his voice from excitement.

“if you don’t believe me, then i guess i could go back to soob-”

“no-” you tugged kai’s arm, laughing “stay, i was kidding”

kai turned on his heel, lips falling into place perfectly on top of yours, transferring his smile to you in an instant “you know i didn’t intend on actually doing it” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“i know” you chuckled “but you have to make it up to me for the teasing”

you pulled at the collar of kai’s shirt, waiting for him with closed eyes to initiate another kiss. kai chuckled before connecting your lips back together, starting off with agonizingly quick pecks, then attempting to initiate something more through longer, fervent kisses that trailed down to your neck, all while he slowly made you walk backwards to your bed. it wasn’t long before you hit the mattress and the two of you ended up tangled in your sheets, with one hand tugging at kai’s hair and the other one at his shirt as he hovered over you. soft gasps escaped through your mouth- the only acceptable way to lightly catch your breath, as it didn’t involve letting go of each other.

a knock on the door, however, sent kai flying through the air.

“y/n? can i come in?” soobin asked, completely oblivious to the events happening on the other side of the piece of wood that his knuckles had grazed a second ago.

the strong fear that he’d come barging in before you answered, turned you to push the poor lover boy away earlier, catapulting him onto the floor, the fluffy rug hardly alleviating his pain.

“what was that sound- are you hurt?” you heard a worried shout. it was a clear sign that you had no more than five seconds to prepare for disaster.

“i’m coming in, okay?”

seeing the doorknob twist, kai had no time to process his anguish. he wriggled his way underneath your bed, pulling down the blanket to hide his body.

“everything alright…?” soobin took two steps into your room then froze. the sight of your disheveled bed as well as your poor, motionless figure, scrambled up his feelings of concern with confusion.

“yeah- never been better” you replied, brushing out any folds on your clothes with your hand.

soobin’s eyebrow raised in suspicion; it was hard to make your breathing seem normal when your lungs burned like an athlete who had ran a marathon.

“i swear i heard a loud noise coming from your room-”

“nope, uh- nothing here. i was sleeping before you came in” you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air to reinforce your previous statement.

kai placed a hand over his mouth, careful so as not to move the blanket or make any sounds- why did you have to say something that would direct soobin’s attention right in his direction? your brother sneaked another glance at your bed, judging its unusually messy state.

“are you building a bird nest or something?” he huffed, placing his hand on the doorknob, about to leave “don’t answer that actually- i don’t want to know. i just wanted to tell you that the pizza is gonna arrive in about thirty minutes. if you don’t come down on time, i can’t promise that there’ll be any left for you”

with that, the door was shut, allowing your body to slide down to the floor in relief- and the breath trapped in kai’s lungs to be released.

it was only after this incident that kai’s venturesome nature seemed to be slightly tamed. not once did he try to sneak into your room again, nor did he dare to bring up the matter. the one and only thing that he could do, was to look up at you with troubled, wary eyes as he pecked your lips, knowing that it didn’t stand in his power to do more.

nevertheless, it wasn’t long before he proceeded to go back to his usual antics, the feeling inside his heart all too unbearable.

after all, not everyone can resist temptation, can they?

people knew that it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you to be spotted in and outside the school with the most in demand band of the city, txt- your school’s pride and joy, which both your brother and his best friend were part of. so, whenever you tagged along with them, say it were to a local show, backstage, or during rehearsals, no one questioned a thing.

what was uncommon though, was you receiving private messages from the band’s notably fine pianist, kai, and giggling while responding to him, on top of it all.

this scene was witnessed by a certain someone who you thought had fallen fast asleep in the middle of class. little did you know how effective the bell ringing was to wake him up and how he had the most perfect view to the conversation taking place on your phone screen.

kai

[9:17 am] can you stay after the rehearsal today?^3^

[9:18 am] i miss you…

the witness slowly placed their head back on their desk, choosing to stay silent. this kind of matter required evidence, direct confirmation, and therefore they chose to follow you around for the rest of the day, like a shadow, thoroughly analyzing your words and actions; the texts were your first strike of the day, could there have been anything else you were keeping in the dark? the answer is yes, and you can take that literally- it turns out that the lonely, far corner of the school library makes a good spot for “discreet” pda.

you and kai were tucked away in that poorly lit spot, hugging, laughing- blissfully unaware of the third pair of eyes there with you, glossed with anger and action-driven by betrayal.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“and that’s a wrap- good job guys” yeonjun clapped his hands, turning from the microphone stand to face the group with a smile.

“kai, cleaning duty is on you today. make sure you don’t forget to lock up the doors before you leave” yeonjun threw the keys in kai’s direction, which he caught effortlessly.

“what? you always ditch on me when we get paired up together- what could have possibly gotten in the way this time?” kai’s brows furrowed in annoyance. he wasn’t one to enjoy picking a fight, but yeonjun was taking too much advantage of his compassionate nature. he had enough of all the chores landing on him every week, without fail.

“scored a date with that girl from the mall” yeonjun winked “which, by the way- starts in less than half an hour. so, i gotta go, sorry buddy. maybe you can get somebody else to help you”

everybody else’s eyes turned to the floor after yeonjun parted ways with them, blurting out random reasons to be excused: “i have a project to finish” “i did it last time” “i just don’t want to do it” ; nobody was enthusiastic about staying at school overtime.

nobody, except for you. you were about to say an excuse of your own when the realisation hit you: you and kai? alone? with none of the boys around? it was a rare occurrence, one even rarer than the blue moon. you couldn’t simply pass by it.

“i can help you”

soobin watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his tongue to prevent any words from slipping out. you had stayed behind to help the members out before, it would be weird if he only started commenting on the matter when it was kai you were going to stay with.

“we’ll leave you to it then” beomgyu swung his arms around soobin’s and taehyun’s shoulders, leading them towards the door before you could change your mind.

“yeonjun always does this” kai huffed, picking up the acoustic guitar from the floor “i love him but- for once, i wish he’d keep his word- or at least not cancel on me last minute” the more his spoke, the more reckless his movements became.

“careful with that- no matter how cheerful beomgyu might be most of the time, i don’t think he’d be too happy to see his guitar destroyed by you”

“sorry” he said bashfully, resting his body against the wall with a sigh “i guess i’m just fed up with everything”

as you placed a hand over kai’s cheek, his eyelids fluttered shut, comfort already washing over him.

“would a kiss make you feel better…?”

kai nodded eagerly “i might need more than just one kiss though” he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to pull you back closer.

his kisses were playful at first, with smiles and chuckles interrupting every once in a while. then, when he switched positions, bringing you to be the one trapped against the wall, he began alternating between pecking your lips and lightly biting them, chaste touches soon turning into something more…heated. hands brushing over each other’s bodies in a frenzy, swollen red lips caught in an endless, desperate chase, like you had never had a taste of something sweeter.

what had gotten into you both? doing something this risky in such an “honourable” place. it was the lousy heap of all your lies and yet the most enthralling point of them all.

too bad that adrenaline rushes don’t last forever though.

you felt kai’s heart thump against your chest as you cupped his jawline to bring him back for more, but your next kiss never came to fruition.

“am i interrupting something?” the person standing at the door’s threshold cleared their throat to grab your attention.

you felt your blood turn cold upon hearing the sound. having a hunch about the sight ready to greet you, you turned your head at an awfully slow pace.

“care to give me an explanation?” soobin stood with his arms crossed, the expression on his face indecipherable.

in a single day, all of the rules you swore you’d follow like a saint, for the sake of your relationship, had been broken.

kai was dismissed from the room by soobin without being given a chance to speak. it was your words he wanted to hear first and foremost, it was you who left him the most perplexed ever since he took a furtive look at your phone screen this morning, or since he saw what you were up to in the library.

you were silent, rubbing your hands with your head hanging low. lies can’t last forever, you knew that, but you wished the right to make that dreadful reveal was in your hands to hold.

your brother cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his position in the plastic chair he sat down on. when he abandoned the boys earlier because he “forgot something” in the practice room, he didn’t have a concrete plan in mind.

“how long?”

“what?” you murmured.

soobin repeated himself “for how long has this been going on? this…thing between you and kai?”

your throat went dry- your first instinct was to spit out another lie. upon better thought though, you realised it was have been ridiculous to even try and deny anything, given the fact that you were caught mid-act. the only actual option left for you was the raw, honest truth:

“…a year” you said reluctantly. soobin only nodded his head.

the silence soon felt direful, and neither of you could tolerate it. soobin turned his head up to look into your eyes, he got the answers he was looking for, now it was his turn to be sincere with you.

“y/n, i’m not the one who chooses who you’re gonna love- and as much as it bothers me that, out of all the people, it’s my best friend who you fell for- i can’t tell you to stop seeing kai”

his words turned your mind in even more of jumble than before. that was it? no screaming? no need to pull out the classic “but i love him“? it was a rare occurrence for the two of you to settle things so easily, it felt like you were suddenly picked up and placed in an alternate universe.

“so, what i’m getting is…you’re approving of our relationship?” you asked, feeling the need to have a definite confirmation of his feelings; none of the scenarios you had imagined before where you revealed your relationship matched the result of this one.

soobin hummed “as long as you don’t hoard him on the weekends- he might be your boyfriend now, but he was my friend first. i’ll have him on saturdays and you can have him on sundays, deal?”

you smiled, shaking his stretched out hand “deal”

“shouldn’t kai have a say in this too though?”

“something tells me he’s already agreed to it” soobin laughed, pointing at a “totally-not-eavesdropping-kai”, the half-open door revealing his pink cheeks along with both of his thumbs up.

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salsflore · 1 year

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80+ selfship questions to answer, whether in a post* or a reblog! feel free to pick the ones you want to answer or just answer for all – this is not an ask game :3

a few of these are romantic, but ofc, there are ones you can answer for your platonics!

* if you do it as a post i’d loveeeee if you tagged me so i could see your answers!

what’s something you do to feel closer to them? fanfics, listen to songs, etc.

how did you get introduced to your f/o and/or their media? do you like their source?

what’s one or two things you especially like about your f/o? can be a headcanon!

what’s one or two things your f/os love about you? ( self positivity time babey )

how do you express your love to them? how do they express their love to you?

a gift you’d like to give them if you could, and something they’d give to you!

what do you celebrate together? like halloween, christmas time, easter, etc.

do you sleep together? is it peaceful or filled with snoring? do you both stay up? tell us more! ( how you sleep, when you sleep, do you wake up at the same time? )

what’s one thing you can’t do well that the other can, vice versa ( e.g cooking, playing video games, so on and so forth )

do you have similar tastes in fashion? aesthetic? food? tell us about their taste!

how do they tend to comfort you? how do you tend to comfort them?

if you have a rival or nemesis f/o, why? are there any lore reasons or is it just because?

what are some uncommon headcanons you have for them?

what is your favorite fan theory/headcanon about them?

if you live together, how’s domestic life like for you both?

do you have any scent hcs for them? ( sweet, something like coffee, etc )

is there anything commonly misunderstood about your f/o?

one thing you don’t have in common, and one thing you do

how do you resolve conflicts? how do you both typically react when faced with conflict or whilst dealing with an argument?

have you met their friends/family? how did that go? do they even keep in contact with their friends/family?

tell us as much (or as little) as you'd like about any of your self ship lore/bg! the timeline!

if they have variations (timelines, skills, voiced languages, etc) which one is your favorite?

your favorite outfit/costume of theirs! if they don’t have any official skins or anything, show us something you think they’d look good in!

who confessed first and how did it go?

did anyone know about your f/o’s feelings before they confessed? how did they find out?

if you have multiple f/os, do they fit into any “type?” ( e.g coincidentally they’re all smartasses, blonde, villains, etc. lol )

do you have any favorite scenarios you like to imagine your f/os in? ( domestic fluff, angsty, etc. )

have you ever thought about ( platonic or not ) marriage? would you consider it a good idea? why or why not?

^ if you're planning to get married, then tell us all about your wedding! the honeymoon! the planning!

if you live together, how does your home look like? who decided on the decor?

do you, or plan to, have f/o kids? ( pets and plants count! ) bonus: if you have pets, do they show any favoritism?

what was it like when they first said ‘i love you’? how did you reply? where was it?

if you could make one thing 100% canon about them, what would it be?

how do you kill time with them when bored?

your favorite thing about your f/o, appearance wise

your favorite thing about your f/o, non-appearance wise

what’s your dynamic like? any tropes you fit?

the most iconic/memed on/quoted line or event associated with your f/o

who’s more likely to be the sappy, cheesy romantic in the relationship?

who gets flustered the easiest?

if you were in an emergency or stressful situation, which one of you’s the best at staying level headed keeping the other calm? who is the one absolutely freaking out?

what nicknames do you call each other?

with phones or modern au : what would your contact names be?

with phones or modern au : how do they use their phone? do they have a billion screenshots in their gallery? whats their wallpaper?

favorite memory involving them ( whether in your lore as a scenario, a scene from their media, or another physical experience like when you received merch etc )

are they physically affectionate? if so, how do they express it? vice versa!

any funny or awkward moments you've experienced with them?

who’s more likely to get into, or start fights? whether with each other or with others.

what were your first impressions of each other?

do you have an anniversary date? how was it decided & how do you (plan to) celebrate it?

.... would you still love them if they turned into a worm

how did their personality or lifestyle change after befriending/getting with you?

something you know about them, that many others don’t?

how do they reassure or affirm their love for you?

what’s your funniest or most embarrassing memory together?

what’s their sense of humor like? how easy is it to make them laugh?

what inside jokes do you share?

if necessary, how do you wake them up? how do they wake you up?

any daily routines or habits you two follow?

what do others in source say about your relationship? do you keep it a secret?

if you have more than one f/o from the same media, which one were you drawn to first? any lore connection like did they introduce you to the others? did one make you fall for the other?

dream piece of merchandise or f/o-related experience you’d like to have

how are they like when vulnerable?

describe your f/o in 6 words or less

describe your f/o using only emojis

would you rather go to their world, or have them come to yours?

do you care about ship lore? feel free to tell us about it if you’d like!

if you have a s/i, how’d you go about creating their design? what went into their lore? how do the others in the source feel about your s/i?

does your s/i hold similarities to you, is completely like you or completely different from you? do you even have a s/i?

thoughts on AUs/canon divergent things? do you prefer to stick as closely to canon as possible or no?

quick! your f/o’s just spawned in front of you, now what do you do?!

do they have any superstitions they believe in?

would you or your f/o ever get matching things? ( keychains, tattoos, shirts, etc ) do they find it cringy or cute?

who’s more the scaredy cat out of you two?

what kind of things is your f/o into? games, music, decor, whatever!

the most random thing you associate with your f/o (foods, shapes, even textures! anything that’s not an obvious)

anything your f/o absolutely hates, but you absolutely love?

any aesthetic or -core you associate with your f/o, whether it be due to their design or personality?

who's more likely to die first in a zombie apocalypse lol

do your f/os have any long term wishes or goals? what about your s/i?

your favorite f/o fun fact or bit of lore

which animal represents your f/o the best?

does your f/o run hot or cold?

free space to gush about whatever you want ♡

#i know some people are too shy or don’t receive asks/questions so here you go !!#your f/os can be the ones answering if you’d like <3 #self ship #self shipping community #self ship positivity #fictoromantic #fictosexual #f/o #imagine your f/o #self ship community #✦

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morrysonando · 5 months

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(undertale yellow spoilers kinda but not really) The squeakquel! More low effort doodles in the name of ghist and shiggles! The first doodle is essentially a "what if the ketsukanes celebrated Halloween and what they would dress up as if they did". Chujin is dressed as Ben 10 because this "chujin is obsessed with Ben 10" headcannon has taken a severe toll on my sanity. Kanako is dressed up as Wubzzy because for whatever reason I headcannon that she loves the shit out of wowowubzzy and forces Chujin and Ceroba to watch it with her in the mornings, don't ask me why, idk either lol!...and ceroba is dressed as reimu from touhou because obvious reference is obvious:) next doodle after is my take on a joke a lot of people have been making cuz I like JJk and UTY so why not lol>:D. The axis drawing is based on this image ive seen going around and I just had to draw it when I saw it. The one after is based on those hilarious bald edits that people started with flowey and I'm now bringing along bald chujin cuz I like chujin and drawing the martlet was fun. the next drawing is too small for me to see so I have no idea what I drew;). and the last one is just a little scenario I came up with of the funky bots trying to play MKDD with guardener cuz why not lol.

play undertale yellow or YOULL be the next one going bald- https://gamejolt.com/games/UndertaleYellow/136925

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where it's Halloween. (Happy Halloween in January. Don't @ me, it's spooky szn all year round here, bitches.)

Or the twenty first installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!pack, Skz!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, prequel series, skz drabble, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Warnings: Primal play is back. But make it *spooky.*

A/N: Bear with me, this one got long. But hopefully you enjoy it. This is my thanks for sticking with me through all the angst. 😘

Title: Dangerous Games

“Do you like it? When he fucks you?”

You’re trembling, your entire body aching from being so cold, and you shake your head slightly, looking away from the darkness of his gaze.

“I-I don’t want to play anymore.”

Your voice comes out weak, shaky, and your teeth are chattering.

It’s still raining, and a flash of lightning lights up the sky, illuminating the eerie makeup, starting to drip, that covers the majority of his face.

He takes your chin roughly between his fingers and turns you back to face him.

Thunder crashes, only moments after the lightning.

You jump, but you don’t know whether it’s from the storm or because he’s suddenly slamming his hand into the trunk of the tree above your head, leaning into your space.

There’s a slightly smug smirk to his words when he speaks again, but it does nothing to soften the dangerous undertones beneath.

“Then answer my question. And I’ll let you go.”

You know he won’t. He never does.

Swallowing, you rub your hands up and down your arms, trying to warm yourself, feeling your sweatshirt stick heavily to your skin as the rain drips steadily down your back from the tree overhead.

“I don’t want to play your game anymore.” You whisper out, clenching your jaw, trying to stop your teeth from violently knocking together.

It’s fucking freezing, and the longer you stand here, the more sure you’re going to freeze to death.

He arches a dark brow at your words, disappearing into the red paint that runs along his hairline-some extension of his creepy death day mask-and his lips quirk up dangerously.

You haven’t used the safeword yet in any of your pleading, so he can still play with you as much as he wants, and you both know it.

A thrill of anticipation runs down your spine as he leans in closer once more, swiping his nose along your jaw, nice and slow, taking his time, and you feel the sticky paint he wears transfer to your own skin, striped across your throat like a brand.

“Interesting.” He muses, voice low and honeyed, sending a pool of warmth to your core where it settles directly between your legs. “How you’re still avoiding my question.”

And then his fingers close around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to control, pinning you back roughly against the bark of the tree, and all the breath caves from your lungs.

His fingers dig into the divots just beneath your jaw, and you can feel your own pulse pounding beneath his hold.

It’s exciting, intoxicating, and it makes you forget about the cold, miserable state you’re currently in.

He leans in once more, eyes swirling gold beneath the makeup, and lifts his lips in a snarl, the tips of his sharp canines flashing white in the dark, your heart rising to your throat.

The air is crisp with a brewing storm.

“I’ll give you one more chance.” He growls beneath his breath, and the words scraping past his teeth have you clenching up in need. You gasp for air, and not because of the hand around your throat, and he leans in again, teeth grazing across your bottom lip.

He doesn’t kiss you, just hovers his mouth over yours, so you can feel his hot breath wash across your face with every exhale, and then he grinds out, “Do you like it when he fucks you.”

It’s not a question, it’s a demand.

His free hand goes into your hair, fisting there, yanking your head back to force you to meet his gaze, and you gasp out, as your entire body tingles, “Yes! Yes. I like it.”

He holds you there for another moment, staring down at you, the space between you filled with nothing but your harsh breaths, and then he slowly unclenches his hand from your hair, letting your head drop back down to your chest.

“There we go. See how easy that was?” His voice is sultry, pleasant even, now that he’s got what he wanted.

You take in a couple of gulps of air, your lungs on fire and your entire body sprung like a snapping electrical wire.

One by one, his fingers uncurl from your throat and he lets you go entirely, stepping back and removing his body where it’s been pinning you against the tree for the last twenty minutes or so, and you instantly feel cold again, your muscles resuming their shaking.

He tilts his head, watching you, and it’s too dark to see anything but the dark reds and blacks of his face paint, the golden swirl in his eyes, and the flash of his sharp teeth when he smirks, before he says smoothly, “I’ll keep my end of the deal. But I’d start running if I were you, before I change my mind.”

Your brows arch into your hairline in surprise, leaned over against the tree, trying to catch your breath, and you stare at him, as he backs toward the nearby treeline, away from you.

You straighten up as he turns to take a step, starting to disappear back into the thicker, darker part of the woods.

“What if I don’t want to run?”

He pauses midstep, glancing over his shoulder at your bold words, and a flash of lightning overhead illuminates the surprise twisting his face beneath the paint of his mask.

You take a confident step toward him, the rain dripping from your hair and into your eyes, making the night appear fuzzy around you, but he’s clear as day, standing, waiting, warily watching you.

“What if I want to tell you how much I like him fucking me?” You question quietly, sneakers barely making a sound as you advance toward him, cold long forgotten as a renewed fire flares deep within your bones. “What if I want to tell you every single detail of how it feels, down to the way I always come while gasping his name?”

“Don’t-” He chokes out, facing you head on now, eyes wide and golden, chest heaving, and you know, you know without a doubt-

You’ve got him. He’s the one playing your game now.

“Do you want to know what it’s like?” You query casually, taking another step, and he’s staring you down without blinking, pupils blown wide and so dark they could swallow you whole.

Another flash of lightning, followed by a boom of thunder, and you smirk, because you’re enjoying this game now, the hunted turned into the hunter.

Your sneakers soak with water as you step into a particularly deep puddle, but you ignore the icy cold liquid sloshing in your shoes, your entire body on fire as you stalk toward him.

He’s frozen, hovering just in front of the safety of the woods, caught between his salvation and his demise.

“I bet you’d like it, you know.” You go on, doggedly ignoring the rain as you get closer, ever closer. “In fact, I know you would, because why else would you ask if you didn’t want to know?”

His throat bobs with a swallow, and you can see the hunger growing deep within his eyes.

The tables have turned.

He’s no longer the big bad wolf, you are.

“Do you picture it?” You ask, voice soft and low, the space all but nonexistent between the two of you now.

You cock your head curiously and stare up at him-the grotesque face paint, the hood pulled low over his head, the slight part of his lips, as if he’s trying to get enough air and can’t quite fill his lungs.

Something hot and triumphant swirls in your belly, and you confidently loop your arms around his neck, pulling your body flush against his own.

He’s warm, even through the soaking wet hoodie he wears, and he’s hard, just like you knew he would be.

You lean up and let your lips brush the lobe of his ear as you speak.

“Do you picture it when you’re alone and getting yourself off? Your best friend fucking me? Do you picture what it would be like to be there? Hm? Just you and him and me, all tangled up, nothing but skin-”

He’s panting slightly now,and you hide your smirk behind your teeth, letting your hand trail down his back, the muscles tense beneath your palm.

“Do you let yourself think about it? Who would get to be inside of me? Or maybe you’d share? Would you use your mouth, your fingers? Would I say his name or yours when I finally let myself come?”

He swallows, and you turn your head into his throat, letting your teeth graze his scent gland, and he shudders, putty in your hands.

“I’d let the two of you do it, you know. All you have to do is say the word, Channie.”

Your voice is a purr, and he swallows again, harder this time.

“What word?” He rasps out, and you’ve got him.

You let your hands fall from his neck enough to step back and meet his gaze, eyes hot and molten, lips sucked between his teeth.

You tilt your head and look at him coyly, suddenly dropping the pretense as you stare up at him, triumphant smugness washing across your face as you say lightly, all sultriness gone from your tone, “Well, you can start by admitting I won.”

He looks confused, and you hold up your left hand, black scrunchie wrapped around your fingers.

You grin and back away.

Irritation washes across his eyes, lips pulling into a dangerous, thin line, and he takes a menacing step toward you.

You, however, have no intention of letting him catch you.

You wiggle your fingers at him, tucking the scrunchie in your hoodie pocket for safe keeping.

“See you back at base, baby.”

And then you turn and sprint into the woods without a backward glance.

You can hear him, hot on your heels, the whole race back to the quad and the waiting cars, but he doesn’t have the chance to catch you, not with the two second head start you’d given yourself, and soon, you find yourself sprinting onto the manicured grass of the college, joining the rest of the prey as you triumphantly hold the black scrunchie aloft.

The rest of your group whoops and hollers, picking you up and holding you on their shoulders like you’ve just won the goddamn olympics, and you grin down at Chan, entering the quad moments after you, a glare focused in your direction as he comes to a stop and catches his breath beside the other waiting Predators.

Wooyoung grins as you’re let down, plucking the scrunchie from your hand and adding it to the growing pile on the hood of the car.

“Well done, beautiful. We’ve totally got them tonight.” He bangs his hand on the hood of the car to emphasize his words, and beside him, Jongho rolls his eyes good naturedly beneath the paint of his warrior mask.

“Prey for the winnnnn!” Jisung hollers, slinging an arm around your shoulders, as he smacks a loud kiss against your ear.

You swipe at the wet skin he’s left behind, paint coming off onto your fingers, and glance sidelong at him, his dark eyes somehow made even darker by the white, ghostly paint he wears slathered across his face.

“We haven’t won yet.” Hyunjin points out, pursing his full lips, as he counts the scrunchies, the red lipstick he wears smeared across one corner of his mouth. “We still need two more Predator tokens.”

You glance to the said group of hunters, milling around across from you beside their own car, shadows in the blazing headlights, the downpour of dark rain, and mentally take count in your head.

Chan, Changbin, Hongjoong, San, Yunho, Yeosang, Mingi-

Shit, Seonghwa and Minho were still out there.

You glance around at the members of your own group surrounding you, and a sinking realization hits the pit of your stomach.

Jeongin. Where’s Jeongin?

There was an extra predator out there tonight, one less prey, which meant someone had to take on two hunters, and somehow, amidst all the hunting, the youngest member had been left alone, in the woods, with Minho and Seonghwa.

They were hunting him, together.

Everything goes cold, and it’s not because you’re soaked to the bone.

“Shit.” You swear out loud this time, and Jisung looks at you questioningly, arm still looped around your throat. You glance at him and whisper urgently, “Minho and Seonghwa are out there still, and Jeongin’s alone.”

Realization dawns in Jisung’s dark eyes, and his lips pull into a thin line.

“Should one of us go looking for him?”

You shake your head, blinking a few times to clear the sting of the makeup running from the rain and into your eyes, and bite your lip.

“I don’t know-” You glance across the gap to the predators. “How many of our scrunchies did they make out with?”

“All of them.” Jongho appears at your side, narrowing his eyes at the waiting predators.

“Not mine-” You start to protest, reaching down to your wrist for the cool fabric, but feeling nothing there. You panic, patting your pockets, and Jisung nudges you in the side, motioning with a jut of his chin toward the other car.

You see Chan, standing in front of the headlights, watching you, and when he sees you looking at him, he holds up his hand, your white scrunchie dangling tauntingly from his fingers.

He winks at you, lips pulled into a smirk, and you growl in irritation beneath your breath.

“Dammit.”

“It’s just a matter of time.” Jongho goes on beside you, leaning up against the car, the rain dripping from his dark hair and smearing the makeup on his round cheeks. He flips off Mingi across the way, who grins like the Cheshire cat, and then sighs. “Your boy has to make it back first with both missing predator tokens, or we’re fucked.”

Jisung groans. “Fuck it all, and tonight I really thought we had a chance of winning.”

“We still do.” You protest, glancing toward the dark treeline, but making out no movement. The confidence in your voice weakens slightly. “He could still pull it off.”

Wooyoung appears, leaning his chin on Jongho’s shoulder, and audibly scoffs.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He ignores your pointed glare and swipes at his nose, smearing the red clown paint from the tip. “Seonghwa-hyung is notoriously brutal at this game. Your little freshman doesn’t stand a chance.”

Seungmin sidles up beside Jisung, hands in his pockets, his raincoat drenched and his dark hair plastered to his forehead. The puppy face paint Felix had forced him into before you left the apartment is all but wiped from his skin as he surveys the dark expanse of the forest.

“Minho-hyung isn’t gonna let him go if he catches him, not until he has the scrunchie.”

“He’s a fucking predator, man.” Jisung heaves out a sigh, dejected, but a slight gleam of admiration in his words. “On and off the playing field.”

“Hey.” Chan appears several feet from the group of you, and you glance to him warily, turning your body to face him, even as he holds out his hands, palm up, as if in truce. “Don’t tear me apart. I’m just here to deliver a message.”

Wooyoung smirks wryly, watching the two of you, and Jisung rolls his eyes as you step forward to meet the other alpha, arms crossed and brow cocked.

“Well?”

His casual expression falters slightly, and then he clears his throat, holding your gaze.

“If they’re not back in ten minutes, we’re gonna call it a tie and find them for the night. We’re freezing our fucking asses off.”

“And if he wins?” You ask heatedly, and Chan looks caught off guard.

“If your boy pulls it off then-”

A whoop sounds from the edge of the woods, and everyone-prey and predator-turn as one to see Jeongin making a mad dash for the waiting cars, Seonghwa and Minho hot on his heels.

Chan’s mouth falls open, and you grin triumphantly.

“And if he wins?”

He looks back to you with open shock on his face, as the rest of the prey team starts screaming encouragement at the approaching youngest, some of them holding their arms out as he comes barreling toward your group.

You smirk and turn from Chan, right as Jeongin plows into the waiting arms of Jisung and Wooyoung, two black scrunchies held triumphantly aloft.

Minho and Seonghwa are seconds behind him, sliding to a halt so as not to bowl the waiting group of prey over, hands instantly going to their knees as they gasp for breath.

“Fucking kid tricked us!” Seonghwa yells out, clearly irritated, and Jeongin grins.

“Boo hoo!” Wooyoung calls back mockingly, snatching the scrunchies and adding them to your now complete pile. He steps back over and holds Jeongin’s arms in the air in a triumphant fist pump. “Prey win!”

“Let’s goooo!” Jisung crows triumphantly, swinging the still grinning Jeongin into his arms and spinning him around, almost stumbling over his own feet. “Way to go, kid!”

You step toward the freshman, grinning ear to ear, and do a quick visual check on him. He looks fine, if a little muddier than you last saw him, lips stretched wide, makeup running down his face, panting as he tries to catch his breath and avoid all the hugs and head locks from the older prey members.

He looks happy.

You glance over your shoulder and see Minho accept a water bottle from Changbin’s outstretched hand, his brow furrowed in a glare toward Jeongin.

You saunter over to the predators, and arch a brow at Minho and Seonghwa, both of them now greedily gulping down their water, chests still heaving.

“What happened?”

Minho lowers the water bottle and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark eyes flashing as he growls out, “The fucking kid happened, that’s what.”

Seonghwa tosses his now empty bottle into the back of the nearest car with a little more force than necessary.

“Yeah, goddammit. He played us.”

Your lips quirk upward into the hint of a smirk. “Wow. Almost like this is a game or something.”

Minho fixes his glare on you now.

“Careful, sweetheart, I’ve got a lot of adrenaline and anger that needs an outlet.”

Chan is watching you warily from behind the duo of alphas, his eyes flicking to your own.

Something strange washes across his expression, and then he ducks his head, moving to say something low to Yeosang beside him.

You pull your gaze back to Minho’s once more as Hongjoong slings an arm around Seonghwa’s waist and grins widely.

“Sorry, boys. Looks like prey bested us tonight fair and square.”

Seonghwa grumbles something under his breath and Hongjoong chuckles, Minho still looking slightly murderous, the dark eyeliner lining his lids doing nothing to make him look less dangerous.

San heaves a sigh from beside the older alpha, rolling his eyes.

“God, we’re never gonna hear the end of this. Seonghwa-hyung’s a terribly sore loser.”

Seonghwa turns his glower to the beta, who readily puts his hands up in defeat and saunters away to find Wooyoung.

“Ah, princess, don’t be like that.” Hongjoong teases, reaching up to wipe a smudge of mud off of Seonghwha’s cheek, the taller man’s pink glitter face paint all but gone. When their gazes meet heatedly, Hongjoong cocks his head and offers the other alpha a sweetly sickening smirk. “Don’t ruin the fun just because the little freshman beat you and Minho’s asses at your own game.”

Seonghwa mutters something that looks like a curse beneath his breath, and Hongjoong grins, leaning up to whisper something in his ear in return that has the other man blushing beneath what remains of his makeup.

You turn to Minho, who is still watching Jeongin celebrate with the other members of your group, slowly crushing the now empty water bottle with a crackle into nothing but a lump in his fist.

You sling an arm around his shoulders and press a kiss to the glistening arch of his cheekbone. He gives you a glare, but it holds less bite than you’re used to, and you bite back a smile.

“How’d he do it then?”

Minho eyes you warily and you offer him a shrug.

“Promise I won’t tell the others. Your little embarrassing secret is safe with me.” You glance across to Jeongin, held up on Jisung’s shoulders above the crowd. “Can’t promise the same for him though.”

Minho grumbles something under his breath that you don’t quite catch, his expression sour, and then he sighs.

You try not to laugh at his obvious dejection, the whiskers Jisung had painted across his cheeks before you all left slowly leaking black paint down his chin and throat, a physical manifestation of his obvious displeasure.

He glances up at the rain falling from the sky, blinking slowly as it pelts his face, his hair plastered to his forehead, and then he says in defeat, “The fucking kid double crossed us.” He shifts his gaze to Jeongin, climbing into the back seat between Jisung and Hyunjin, and narrows his eyes, his lips thinning. “He had Hwa convinced he had him, and he had me convinced I had him, and then-”

You bite back a grin, but it’s harder this time.

“Neither of you had him.”

Minho blows out a harsh breath and scrubs at his eyes with the backs of his hands while he lets out a frustrated growl.

“Fucking kid.”

You smile and loop your arm around his waist, heading toward the nearest car.

“Sorry for your loss?”

Minho narrows his gaze on you, his eyes flashing.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really torn up about it.”

You laugh and glance up to see Chan watching the two of you, before he hurriedly slides in behind the steering wheel of his waiting car, already running and filling up with pack members.

Wooyoung stands up, leaning through the sunroof of Hongjoong’s jeep as he cups his hands around his mouth and yells out impatiently at the rest of you still not in vehicles yet, “C’mon, mutts, load up! We’ve got a Halloween party to crash!”

You roll your eyes, because it’s their Halloween party, and it won’t start until you get there, but you hide a smile anyway, folding your teeth between your lips, and follow Minho into the dark back seat of Chan’s waiting car, sudden excitement pulling at your stomach.

You swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, tasting the salt of sweat and the cakey texture of makeup, washed there by the downpour outside, and feel your heart speed up in the walls of your chest as Chan pulls the car onto the road, headlights sweeping the dark, following the others.

The night, and all the fun, was only just beginning.

*****

“This movie blows.” Jongho complains, as he tosses another handful of popcorn into his mouth and Jisung shoots the omega a withering look from his seat on the opposite end of the couch, legs tangled up with Hyunjin’s.

“No one said you had to watch it.”

“Cool.” Jongho immediately replies, heaving himself up and brushing through the shroud of Halloween decorations hanging over the living room entry, disappearing down the hallway to his room.

A scream filters from the TV, and Felix whimpers, burying close into Minho’s side.

You untangle yourself from Yeosang and Mingi, shoving their legs and the blanket off your lap, ignoring the groans and protests as you get up from the couch and the current bloodbath happening on the screen of the TV as you stretch your arms above your head and yawn.

“Perfect time for a pee break and some more alcohol.” You remark, as Yeosang tosses you his empty cup.

“Get me something too.”

You stare him down, and he finally rolls his eyes, already curling up against Mingi beneath the blanket and batting his lids sweetly in your direction to try to appear cute.

“Please.” He adds, and you almost resist the urge to flip him off. Almost.

You head into the kitchen, empty cups in hand, and as you head for the table full of selections of various alcohol, you’re not surprised to see Chan and Changbin leaning against the counter in the dark kitchen, beers dangling from their fingers, as Chan shows something to the other alpha on his brightly lit phone.

Hongjoong sits up on the counter beside them, leaning over Changbin’s shoulder to see, interest apparent in his large, dark eyes, reflected by the phone’s light.

You set the empty cups down on the table, careful not to set off the creepy witch in the middle that cackles if you trigger her motion sensor, and lean back, watching the three of them in the dim green light from the glowsticks hung around the low ceiling of the room.

You’re not sure if they know you’re there, but then Chan glances up from his phone and his eyes connect with yours, and he clears his throat.

Somewhere from the living room, a girl’s scream shrieks through the air.

You cock an eyebrow at the trio, running your fingers absently along the silky spider webs spread across the backs of the chairs as you watch them.

You’d give it to him, Seonghwa sure as hell knew how to throw a party.

You’re still staring, and Chan is still studiously avoiding your gaze.

You note briefly the dark, smudged makeup ringing his eyes, making them look more golden than before, and it sets something off in your stomach, quivering and anticipatory.

You hide a grin and tap your finger along the table, hidden behind a cheap brightly orange table cloth covered in spiders and ghosts.

“Why am I not surprised that the three of you are here?”

Changbin grins, teeth white in the dark, and arches a brow at you, the skeleton mask painted on his face, smeared from the rain, stretching with the expression.

“It’s Halloween. What better time to hang out in dark kitchen corners and skulk around and scare the locals?”

He leaps toward you suddenly with a mighty roar, hands outstretched into claws, but when you don’t jump, staring him down, he stops short and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“I’m not a local, and you’re not very scary, Seo Changbin.”

He shrugs easily and steps around you, reaching for another beer.

“Worth a shot.”

He slides up against you, closer than needed, perusing the alcohol, and smoke is strong in your nose, as he turns his head slightly and lets his nose bump into your jaw, his voice barely a whisper as he suggests cheekily, “I mean, I know some other things we could be doing. If you’re not up for scaring.”

You let your chin tilt toward him, your lips meeting his nose in a quick little peck, your own voice low in response.

“And what if I told you I like to be scared?”

His dark eyes meet your own, sudden intrigue flashing there, before his gaze drops down your face to your lips, only centimeters from his own.

“That can be arranged.”

You feel eyes on the two of you, and you glance over to see Chan watching the interaction, his breaths slightly faster than before, his lips parted hungrily.

He looks away as soon as you meet his gaze.

Hongjoong hops down from the counter and stretches his arms over his head, easily catching the beer Changbin tosses his way.

“I gotta go check on Hwa.” He grins, uncapping the beer and taking a swig, already headed for the ghostly curtain separating the kitchen from the living room. “Help him set up for games or some shit.”

“Yeah, sure.” Changbin calls out after the other alpha tauntingly, and Hongjoong wiggles his eyebrows at him suggestively, before flipping him off and disappearing under the curtain.

You glance to Chan once more after the other alpha’s departure, and he’s fiddling with his phone, turning it over and over in his hands, and Changbin is cracking open his beer, leaning up against the table beside you as if he doesn’t feel the sexual tension in the stifling air of the small kitchen, thick enough to cut with a knife.

Or maybe it’s just you. Could be you.

Another scream echoes from the movie in the other room, and you swipe Changbin’s beer out of his hand as he lifts it to take a gulp.

“Hey!” He protests, reaching for the alcohol, but you hold it out of his grasp and stare him down.

“I want to play a game.”

He glares and takes a menacing step toward you. “I don’t.”

You dodge around his advance easily and set the open bottle on the table as he turns to face you once more, open exasperation on his face, dark hair falling over his brow, flecked with white specks of paint.

“I promise it will be fun.”

You can feel Chan watching the two of you, feeling it out, but he remains silent, and you don’t look at him.

Changbin heaves a sigh and you offer him a pleading grin, arching your brow.

He sighs again and folds his arms over his chest. “Is that a promise you can keep?”

You nod. “Yes.”

He narrows his eyes and takes another step toward you, and you don’t back up, your ass already hitting the table as it is.

He takes your chin between his fingers, and lowers his mouth dangerously close to your own, hot breath washing over your lips with every word.

“And if you can’t?”

A pleasant shiver runs down your spine, and heat curls between your thighs.

You hold his gaze, unwavering.

“Then you can punish me.”

His brow lifts a hint in interest. “By scaring you?”

You shrug, trying to act casual, as warmth pools in your gut.

“Sure. If you want.”

“Oh, baby girl, trust me.” His voice is a low growl in his throat, and you feel dangerously close to the edge like this, hovering, just in front of something you can’t quite see. He grins wickedly, and flicks his thumb across your bottom lip, making you gasp. “There is nothing I want more.”

He studies you for another moment, fingers digging into your jaw, and then he breathes out a long controlled sigh, releasing you and stepping back with effort.

You blink a few times, trying to clear the smoke from your senses and the rapid pulse from between your legs.

You hear Chan swallow thickly, and suddenly, you’re pulled back to the present.

Changbin’s arms go back over his chest.

“All right. What’s the game?”

You glance past the looming alpha to Chan, still leaning against the counter, and you note the way his formerly relaxed stance is now stiff, his knuckles turning white where he holds the lip of the formica, as if keeping himself steady, or stopping himself from running, you’re not quite sure.

But he’s still here, and he hasn’t run away yet.

You lick your lips and glance back to Changbin, raising a finger in Chan’s direction.

“Him.”

Confusion etches Changbin’s brow, and you hear Chan take in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t move, watching the two of you, frozen.

“What?”

You hold Changbin’s gaze, not wavering, as you repeat, “Him.”

Changbin glances to Chan and then back to you slowly, still somewhat unsure of what’s really going on.

You take a step in his direction.

“You want him, right?” You ask quietly, and Changbin’s dark eyes widen a hair, his lips gaping.

He stays rooted in place, watching as you take another step, narrowing the space between the two of you.

You look up at him.

“You’ve always wanted him.” You repeat, softer this time, and you glance to Chan, who’s warily watching the interaction, but his eyes are wide, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

You turn back to Changbin.

“But you never let yourself have him. Because he’s your best friend. And some things aren’t worth fucking up.”

You let your fingers trail out, down the strong curve of Changbin’s arm, and you hear him suck in a breath.

Heat starts to gather once more in your center.

It’s an answer, even if he didn’t say the words.

You slide your fingers up the warm skin of his arms, across his throat, into his hair, and his eyes flutter shut momentarily at the feel of your hands tangling in his dark curls, tugging his head back slightly, as you fit yourself into him.

“But he wants you too, you know.” You whisper, and Changbin’s eyes flash open, pupils dark and impossibly large, staring down at you as his throat bobs in an uncertain swallow.

Smoke burns your throat and eyes, but you ignore it, tracing a thumb across the plush warm rise of his bottom lip, admiring the pink skin.

“He’s always wanted you.” You breathe out, and you drop your hand, staring up at him. “He wants you like this-”

You lean up and cover his mouth with yours, diving into him, your tongue slipping between his waiting lips and your teeth meeting his, tasting him, savoring him, as he groans into your open mouth.

Your hand fists into the back of his sweatshirt, still slightly damp from the earlier game outside in the rain, and you tug him back from you, giving you enough space to breathe, as you murmur huskily, voice thick with sudden need, “And he wants you like this-” You let your hand slip down the minimal space between the two of you, and you feel him in your palm through the material of his sweats, rock hard and ready.

He moans, leaning his forehead into yours, panting with his mouth open and his eyes closed.

You slide your fist around him, wet heat licking up your thighs at the feel of the friction, and he bucks into your hand, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby-” He chokes out through gritted teeth, and you stop, stilling your hand on him, letting him catch his breath.

You can’t end the game too quickly. Where’s the fun in that?

You feel his heartbeat against your own, and you cock your head, looking up at him as he finally opens his eyes and stares down at you, bleary and a little out of focus.

“He said as much, you know. In the woods earlier.”

Changbin glances to Chan over your shoulder, the other man frozen still against the counter, eyes locked on the two of you, and lets out a shaky sigh, his fingers resting on your hips, digging into the skin there.

“What did he say?” Changbin asks huskily, his eyes still locked on the other alpha beside the fridge.

You smile slightly and fix your gaze on Chan as well, his pupils large and dark, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly.

You can smell how badly he wants it in the air, you both can.

“He asked me if I liked it.” You reply simply, trailing your finger up the column of Changbin’s throat, watching the way he tenses beneath your touch. “When you fucked me.”

Changbin turns his gaze back to you, fiery golden tendrils snaking into his irises now.

“And what did you say?” He all but growls, holding you still, nails digging into your hips, biting, marking the skin.

At your silence, he tugs you to him roughly, threading fingers through your hair and forcing your head back, teeth sharp as he snarls warningly.

“What. Did. You. Say.”

You smile, sweetly, and tilt your head away from his, gazing at Chan again.

“I dunno, what did I say, Channie?”

Changbin growls,a low and dangerous rumble in his chest, but he doesn’t speak again, waiting to hear what the other alpha has to say.

Chan’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and then he replies back, voice steady and confident, “Yes. She said yes.”

Changbin’s fingers relax just a bit on your hips, but his body stays tense against yours.

“Yes what?” You taunt sweetly, splaying your hands, palms down, across Changbin’s warm, tight chest as you cock your head and continue to stare down Chan.

Chan swallows, his throat bobbing, and you can see how hard he is from here, straining against his jeans.

“Yes, she likes it when you fuck her.”

Changbin growls again, deep in his throat, and dives into your mouth, licking, biting, tasting, his tongue swallowing you whole, hot and slick and sweet, making you shudder against him, whimpering as heat trickles between your thighs.

He pulls back and grabs your chin in his fingers, golden eyes pinning you down.

“Good girl.”

You stare at him, not looking away, but when you speak, it’s to Chan.

“What else did I say? In the woods.”

There is a beat of silence, and then his voice, low and heated, “You said I could have that. Have you both. If I only said the word.”

Changbin’s eyes flicker past you to the other man, and you don’t miss the alpha rear its head, hungry and suddenly interested.

Your fingers dig into Changbin’s upper arms, steadying yourself. You lean your forehead into his chest, breathing in and out slowly a few times, listening to his thundering heartbeat, settling yourself, but you don’t glance back.

“And?” You question firmly, throat suddenly dry.

Changbin’s muscles tense beneath your hold, but he makes no move toward Chan.

There is the scuff of a shoe on the floor, and the scent of rain crashes over you, closer than before, clearing out the smoke and the frost and washing away anything else.

Chan’s voice is barely above a whisper, caught in his throat, hoarse and husky, but with more confidence than you’ve ever heard from him before, when he replies softly, “Word.”

Everything inside of your brain goes quiet, and you turn then, your breath calm, your heartbeat steady, your motions sure, as you catch sight of him, hovering just beside the table, almost within reach.

He’s close enough, that if you wanted, you could reach out and touch him, feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers, but you hold back, because it’s not you who needs to touch him first, at least not right now.

Changbin is a looming, solid presence at your back, his chest brushing you with every heavy inhale and exhale he takes, his muscles still tightly wound, as if he’s waiting for something to drop, to break, to shatter at your feet in a million unfixable pieces.

But it doesn’t, the moment remaining quiet, intact, and you’re all still standing here, no one running. Not yet.

Smoke begins to curl back in around the rain and you reach for his hand, tugging him in front of you. He goes without struggle, seemingly on autopilot, his eyes still locked with Chan’s across the distance.

You lean into him, your chin on his shoulder, your body molded to the warmth of his back, and watch the two best friends stare each other down in silence, tension thickening the air.

“You should touch him.” You murmur in Changbin’s ear, and he shivers as your breath washes over his throat, breaking the trance a bit.

You let your lips brush across his scent gland when you talk next, feeling the hot rush of his skin beneath your mouth as you form your words, motioning with a jut of your chin toward Chan.

“Look at him. He wants you to. He’s so fucking hard it practically hurts.”

Changbin’s gaze roams down Chan’s body, slow and open and hungry, and the other alpha takes in a shaking breath where he stands, but he still doesn’t move.

He’s letting Changbin come to him.

You admire his resilience.

Your teeth graze along the curve of Changbin’s jaw, your hands palming the strong lines of his abdomen beneath his hoodie.

“C’mon, baby.” You whisper with a kiss against his throat, your fingers stilling on the waist of his sweats, teasing him, egging him on. “Touch him or I will.”

“Oh my god.” Chan groans out beneath his breath at your words, his knuckles going white on the back of the chair he’s using to steady himself, his lips parted as he openly pants, squeezing his eyes closed.

Changbin growls at the quiet threat in your tone, but it’s the push he needs, because in one lunge he closes the distance between the two of you and Chan and grabs the other alpha by the chin, yanking him into him as he covers his mouth with his.

Chan’s groan is instantly swallowed up by Changbin’s mouth as he devours him whole, desperate and ravenous and out of control like a starving man tasting food for the first time.

You watch, the heat mounting between your legs, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together to take off the edge, and you bite back a whimper, because god, they’re perfect together.

Where Changbin had started out rough and ready and violent, like a storm coming in off the sea, Chan had matched him step for step, holding pace, coming in like a strong, steady undercurrent, keeping them on course, right where they needed to be.

His fingers splay out along Changbin’s jaw as the other alpha backs him into the counter, and their lips pop apart as Chan slides his free hand down between them, under the waistband of Changbin’s sweats, fisting him.

Changbin sucks in a breath, his forehead meeting Chan’s, his eyes going impossibly dark.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He gasps out, a trickle of sweat dripping down his temple, smearing a streak into the makeup on one side of his face.

Chan grins, giving an experimental stroke, and huffs a breathless laugh when Changbin bares his teeth around a groan and bucks into him.

“Yeah, me too.” He admits quietly, small grin still in place, eyes fond.

Another swipe of his hand, and Changbin snarls, crashing their lips back together once more.

You’re itching out of your skin, and the wetness now soaking through your jeans has nothing to do with the dampness leftover from the earlier rain.

Seonghwa’s gonna kill you for fucking in his kitchen.

You’re backing toward the door quietly, thinking that maybe you’ll rope Jisung or Minho into helping you out with your current little ‘problem’, leaving the two guys alone to enjoy their shit, when you bump into a kitchen chair.

Changbin pulls away from Chan at the noise, and you freeze, staring at the two of them, lit by nothing but the orange Christmas lights Seonghwa has strung all over the cabinets.

They’re both breathing hard, exhales ragged, and Chan leans his forehead into Changbin’s as he pulls his hand reluctantly from the front of the other man’s pants.

Changbin doesn’t look at you, his heated gaze focused solely on Chan, as he commands quietly, warningly, “Don’t move.”

He finally releases the other alpha and steps in your direction, eyes dark and swirling, expression unreadable.

His fingers slide along your chin and he holds you in a firm, strong grip, keeping you from turning away.

When he speaks again, his tone is dark, velvet, and dangerous.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

Your eyes widen slightly and your heart thunders in your chest.

“But-the game was fun, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles, but it’s not amused, it’s wicked and hints at things to come, his fingers stroking strongly along your jawline as he leans in, lips close to yours, eyes glinting like minted coins.

“Oh, baby, but I want to scare you.”

Your throat goes dry, and you stare at him, not moving a muscle. Your heart is about to beat through your chest, you resist the urge to choke on the smoke as you inhale, quick and short.

Chan appears at Changbin’s side, his own eyes molten, and he gives you a knowing smirk, eyes trailing down your body languidly, before Changbin is taking your wrist and pulling you hurriedly from the kitchen.

They flank you, tugging you through the living room where the other members of the packs still watch terrible, cheesy horror movies, and Changbin doesn’t even pause, calling over his shoulder as you struggle halfheartedly against his hold, “(Y/N) forgot something at her dorm. We’ll be back in a couple minutes.” No one tries to stop you.

They usher you out into the hall, and you finally manage to pull your wrist from Changbin’s grip with a glare, only to immediately be swooped up and thrown over Chan’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey!” You protest, slightly out of breath, as you wiggle to free yourself once more, but Chan carries you like you weigh nothing, putting no effort into holding you captive as they head for the elevator and Changbin presses the button to the lower floor.

“What the fuck?” You swear and hit Chan’s back with your fists, kicking your legs, and Changbin turns to face you, staring you down as you struggle, his lips quirked into the start of an amused smirk.

You want to wipe it right off his stupid face.

He leans back against the wall of the elevator, arms crossed over his chest.

“Now you’re gonna play our game.”

The elevator dings at the arrival of the bottom floor of the alpha dorm and Changbin steps out of the elevator, Chan following him as he steps off the main lobby and into the convention room, dark and unused at this hour.

Chan sets you back down on your feet and you huff an annoyed breath, straightening your clothes as you glower at both of them.

“Again. What the fuck?”

“Here’s the deal-” Changbin cages you against the wall, ignoring your outrage, leaning into your space as his nose skims your jaw. He takes a long inhale of your scent, and you force yourself to not shiver at the contact. “-you get a five minute head start.”

He pulls back, one palm still on the wall against your head, and cocks a brow at you. “Following so far?”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, but finally nod begrudgingly.

He smirks, and reaches up to push some hair back from your forehead.

“Good girl.” He glances over his shoulder at Chan, who is watching the two of you, eyes gleaming in the dark, a hungry look all over his face.

He turns back to you and thumbs across your bottom lip.

“You get the bottom floor. That’s it. Once five minutes is up, we’re coming to find you, so you’d better hope you hid pretty fucking well, baby.”

Your muscles tremble, and your heart leaps into your throat in nervous excitement as you hold his gaze, tipping your chin up confidently.

“What happens if you find me?” You ask, not because you particularly care, but because you want to hear him say the answer.

Changbin chuckles darkly, sharp teeth flashing, and tips your chin up to him once more.

“We get to do whatever we want with you.” He glances over his shoulder at Chan, who has drifted closer, and cocks his head. “What do you say, Channie? Winner gets to set the price, and the loser pays it?”

The other alpha nods, smirking slightly.

“Sounds good to me.”

You scoff and he looks back to you in slight amusement.

“And what if you don’t find me?” You ask, just to be contrary and stubborn, because you have no doubt they will.

Changbin looks just as confident as you think he should as he leans into your space and nips across your throat, sending your pulse skittering in your chest.

“Oh, trust me, baby, we’ll find you. There’s no scenario where we don’t.”

You swallow, and he grins, dropping his voice, breath hot against your ear.

“I’m going to fucking terrify you.”

You swallow again, thicker this time, and Changbin steps back, giving you space. You rub at your arms, suddenly chilled and pimpled with goosebumps after the loss of his body heat, and he motions with his chin toward the door.

“Five minute head start. Are you ready?” He arches a brow, lips curved as he throws an arm around Chan’s shoulders, both of them staring you down. “And use your time wisely, because I’m not a patient man, baby, and I won’t wait any longer than that.”

You nod and push off the wall, and Changbin grins dangerously-all sharp teeth and shadows and alpha predator.

“Good. Go.”

You dart out of the room and disappear into the dark hallways of the bottom floor of the dorm.

You get as far as you can as fast as you can, and then you let yourself think strategy.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, your breaths loud in the dark silence as you slide around another countless corner and sprint into an unfamiliar office space. The door isn’t locked, so you take that as a good sign, sliding between the desk and the cabinet in the corner, into the dark alcove created behind the curtain that hangs over the small window.

How long has it been? Definitely five minutes. They’ll be coming.

You crouch down, making yourself as small as possible, and curl into the pitch black corner, focusing on slowing your breathing-in through your nose, out through your mouth-and remaining as still as possible.

They’ll hear any sort of movement, and you can’t risk giving away your position.

The scent blockers you all had applied earlier in the night, before the first game of hide and seek, still seem to be working fairly well, even with all the sweat and rain, and you’ll just have to hope that it’s enough to keep them from following your scent trail directly to your hiding spot.

Your heart is slowing against your ribs, and your breathing is quieting, when you hear the creak of a footstep outside the door to the office.

You immediately freeze, not even daring to breathe, listening for any hint as to where they might be.

The makeup from the evening’s earlier festivities is dripping, stinging your eyes, but you don’t move to wipe it away.

Another soft, slow footstep, and you hold your breath, putting your hand over your mouth.

Suddenly, someone swipes aside the curtain and crouches in front of your hiding place, and you yelp, biting off the sound before it can fully leave your lips.

It’s dark, but you make out the flash of Chan’s teeth as he smiles, the scent of petrichor washing over you as he leans toward you, arms resting on his knees.

“Found you.”

You let your hand drop from your mouth, and take in a deep, quivering breath, every muscle on high alert, your heart threatening to pound right out of your chest.

Chan cocks his head, watching you with amusement, like a predator finally cornering its prey but planning to play with it first.

“I could keep you a secret you know.” He muses in a low murmur, voice barely above a whisper. “Keep you all to myself.”

Your heart is thundering in your ears.

He grins again.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

A larger, darker shadow of a figure appears behind him then, and Chan tilts his head back to look up at Changbin.

“How’d you manage that so fast?” Changbin grumbles under his breath, clearly put out, and Chan chuckles, shrugging in the dark.

Chan stands, pushing himself to his feet, and they both lean forward at the same time to pull you from your hiding spot, and even though you squirm as far back into the tight space as you can manage, they extract you easily, kicking and swearing.

Changbin tugs you out into the small office space, hands firmly around your upper arms, easily keeping a grip on you as Chan comes to stand in front of you both.

“Easy, baby.” Changbin’s low voice sounds in your ear, amused and lilting, sending warmth between your legs. “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

You glare at him over your shoulder, sweating and baring your teeth as you spit out, keeping up the game, “Fuck you.”

Not really though. Fuck me please.

Changbin chuckles, dark and low, and glances past you to Chan. “You’re the winner. What’s your price?”

Chan holds his gaze, his throat bobs with a swallow, and then his eyes drift to you, down your body, to the way Changbin’s fingers clutch into the skin of your arms.

“I want to watch.”

You still, staring at the other alpha, and you feel Changbin suck in a breath from behind you, rapid and uneven.

But it’s very clear what Chan’s referring to, as he slides behind you without another word and takes Changbin’s fingers off your skin, pushing him around in front of you as he settles in at your back.

His hand reaches around, fingers lightly resting at the base of your throat, and he pulls you back flush into him, keeping you locked against his chest with the hand beneath your jaw.

He breathes out slowly, the warmth tickling your ear, and you can feel his heart pounding beneath your skull.

Changbin cocks a brow, staring him down, almost challenging, and then he slowly drops to his knees at your feet, still holding the other alpha’s gaze.

All the air in your lungs disappears.

“You’re sure?” He questions his best friend, giving him one last chance to change his mind, as his fingers follow the length of your legs upward, finding purchase on the skin of your hips beneath the hoodie you wear.

You bite your bottom lip, but remain still.

You feel Chan nod against you, his fingers tightening slightly in their hold on your throat.

“Yes.”

The breathless, sure tone of his answer has instant heat pooling between your thighs, and you whine slightly, as Changbin chuckles and moves to undo the closure on your pants.

“Okay.” He simply says, smirking slightly, as he slips the clothing from your legs, the cold air immediately prickling your skin. He glances up at Chan once more, smirk widening wickedly. “Cover her mouth then.”

Chan slides his hand up your throat, his touch across your scent gland making you whimper, and firmly covers your mouth with his palm, fingers digging into the hollows of your cheeks.

You can feel the increase in his breathing against your back, his obvious excitement pressing into you from behind, as Changbin grins one last time and sinks between your legs.

When he touches you, you feel lightheaded, dizzy, and everything inside collides as you squirm helplessly in Chan’s grip, any sound that wants to break past your lips muffled by his hand.

Chan leans back against the desk behind the two of you, supporting your weight, as you give in to the pleasure and start to sink in his arms.

He’s breathing rapidly, eyes never leaving Changbin, and his reaction to what’s happening is maybe even more of a turn on than the actual act itself.

He wants you. Both of you.

When Changbin finally rises from between your legs, letting you come down from the high, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand as you both pant and gasp and try to catch your breath, Chan finally slackens his gaze on your mouth, letting his hand drop back down to the base of your throat, fingers lying limply against the sticky skin there.

“Oh my god.” He breathes out, and you can feel how hard he is just by pressing back against his body.

“Binnie.” You rasp out, voice hoarse from disuse, and the other alpha meets your gaze, lips still shiny and slick, dark eyes swirling. You let your head fall back against Chan, sliding your now free hands down the line of his body as he shivers beneath your touch. “Do him next.”

Changbin leans forward, pinching your chin between his fingers, and there’s slight amusement in his eyes, even as his expression darkens. “Why do I have to do all the work around here?” His gaze flickers down to your mouth. “Why don’t you do him next?”

“Why, you wanna watch?” You quip back, having gained your attitude back along with your breath.

He arches a brow in challenge, leaning in close to growl, “Fuck yeah I do.”

“Guys-” Chan pleads, squirming behind you in obvious discomfort, as you hold each other in a stare down, neither of you moving an inch.

“How about-” You start, lowering your voice, smoothing it out, more a purr and less a growl. You flick his fingers from your chin, just to be defiant, and his eyes flash. “-he gets my mouth, and you get his hand then?”

Chan groans from behind you, but you don’t take your eyes off Changbin.

Your own eyes flick down his body line, to the obvious strain on his sweats, and your lips curve into the start of a smirk.

“Because you obviously need it just as badly as he does.”

Changbin’s lips pull up into a snarl. “Or how about-”

He leans in once more, sliding his hand around Chan’s where it still rests at the base of your throat, and you can’t stop the slight gasp from slipping past your lips as he flexes his fingers, tightening their joined grip slightly.

“-we do that, and then we both get to finish inside?”

You stop breathing, staring at him, and he looks triumphant, knowing he’s won. His gaze flickers over your shoulder to Chan.

“I know he’s got a kink for that. Why not indulge the fantasy?”

Chan groans again, and this time it’s more exasperated than turned on.

“Fuck, can we not bring that up right now-”

“Shut up, baby.” You clip over your shoulder sweetly, eyes still fixed on Changbin. You can’t deny it, his words have you quivering, and you can feel renewed wetness starting to coat the inside of your thighs.

He leans into your space, nose trailing over your jaw, lips slipping across your skin, leaving hot saliva in their wake.

His voice is no more than a murmur as he says, “I told you I was going to fucking terrify you, baby girl.”

His fingers flex on your throat once more as he pulls back smugly, and you can’t wait any longer.

You need them now.

“Fine.” You acquiesce, putting on a show of irritation, but everything inside of you is suddenly hot and fluttering with anticipation. “Both of you get on the table. Now.”

Changbin’s eyebrows raise in amusement at your commanding tone, but he does as you ask, sliding up onto the desk beside Chan as the other man releases you and follows suit.

You turn to face them both, eyes trailing down their lean, muscled bodies, the bulges in their pants, and your mouth waters.

You smirk dangerously as you take a step toward them.

“We played your game but now it’s my turn. Finders keepers, losers weeper and all that shit. Now, be good boys for alpha and take off your pants.”

*******

You settle down on the couch next to Yeosang and hand him his refilled glass of box wine, eyes already trained on the TV and the new movie they’ve started, some slasher horror film that looks way too cheesy to actually be scary.

He gives you a sidelong glance and takes a sip as you spread the blanket over your lap.

“Took you long enough.”

You don’t bother looking at him as you snuggle into his warmth beneath the blanket, sipping on your own drink.

The smell of sea and sand fills your nose, relaxing your muscles.

“I couldn’t find the wine.”

“Mmmhm.” He hums disbelievingly, and his fingers come up to tug down the collar of your hoodie, his eyes perusing the skin of your neck. “Sure.”

You swat his hand away, but he smirks with open amusement at the sight of the dark hickies littering your throat before he says, “Did the hickies help you look faster?”

You stick your tongue out at him and move to face him, trying not to jostle Mingi, who is asleep on your other side.

“Shut up.”

“No.” He quips back with a sniff, taking another gulp of his wine pettily as he inspects his nails.

He lets out a sharp oof as San leans into his other side, chin going down hard on his shoulder as he stares at you.

“Did you need both hyungs to help you find the wine too?”

Of course he was eavesdropping.

He grins triumphantly as you glare at him, but your gaze unwittingly flickers past him to the other couch, where Changbin and Chan had settled, already looking at something-probably music-once more on Chan’s dimly lit phone.

Chan glances up at the feel of your eyes on them, and he tilts his head, watching you curiously, before his lips curve into the hint of a grin.

You feel yourself flush and look away.

“Hey, tell Seonghwa I did him a favor, okay?” You protest, turning your attention back to San and Yeosang, who lift their brows in response.

“Oh? And that was?” San queries, devious light flashing in his dark eyes.

You sniff and turn back to the TV, taking another gulp from your glass.

“We didn’t fuck in his kitchen.”

“Oh yuck. You’re disgusting. Get off me.” Yeosang gags in disgust and shoves you away from his side with an offended glower, even as San cackles delightedly beside him.

San’s still giggling to himself as he turns back to cuddle up against Wooyoung and Jisung, and Yeosang just heaves a heavy sigh, like he’s a disappointed mother finding out her kid tried weed for the first time.

You cross your arms over your chest and try to pay attention to the movie, but your gaze drifts once more over San’s head, to the best friends curled up on the far couch together, Changbin’s arm looped loosely around Chan’s shoulders as he leans in to look at the phone, and warmth stirs in your stomach as you bite back a smile.

‘Two pretty best friends in a room-’

‘They might kiss-’

They already did.

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