#mid

Leif has an ear piercing

Asch, Leif, and Rhal all have longer ears while everyone else has human ones

Rhal and Asch both have the horn cuffs

Rhys looks almost scared? Asch and Pierce look serious, Noi and Leif are both smiling and Rhal looks melancholy

Better perspective on Rhys' hair

MORE LIL FANGS ON NOI!!

Idk how I never saw this before but everyone has ridges on their horns except for the two royalty

You hadn’t planned on staying at Ava’s apartment for the foreseeable future…but you hadn’t been given a choice when you were dragged in and gagged by what seems to be a group of weirdos dressed up.

“You’re telling me that you’ll kill me if I don’t stay here?” You deadpan as you stare directly at the group of men who have you held up in an embarrassing position in the middle of the living room.

The one holding a knife to your throat chuckles from behind you, “That’s what the prince says…” He shrugs, a smile on his face.

You’re unimpressed with his smug demeanor. “I think he should be doing this himself…but then again, I know ‘royalty’ loves getting their hands dirty.” You utter sarcastically.

The one in dark blue seems to be eyeing you suspiciously, “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“What? Having a blade to my neck or a guy flush against me? Either way, it’s nothing I'm not used to.” 

That coaxes a shy gasp from the orange one to the side. You had noted that he’s been looking at you since you got here. Most likely because you were being the center of attention, but still, He looks at you like he’s just a bystander…despite him clearly being a part of this little group.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” The guy behind you speaks.

“Oh, calm down, it's…” You start with a rebuttal, but the words die on your tongue, “Well, it means exactly what you think—but still…”

This earns a chuckle from him and a grunt of anger from the supposed prince in front of you.

“So what is your decision, harlot!!”

“First of all, who still says? and secondly—I’ll comply with your demands…just…pass me my phone, will you?” You motion your head to your purse on the floor.

The request seems to confuse the group, all of them looking to one another as if looking for a lifeline. You just shake your head before you twist out of the green one's grasp, and duck down to fish out your phone from the bag.

“Give me some privacy, yeah? Business and all.” You wave them off before walking away.

You leave the group stunned by your little ‘trick’.

“She’s not exactly like the other sorceress,” Rhys mutters.

“Yeah, no kidding, she got out of that like it was nothing.” Leif laughs

“Didn’t you hear her, Leif?? She’s been in these situations before!” Noi pipes up, “Imagine how many times she’s had to get out of tight bonds!! That must be her specialty!!”

Leif snorts loudly at what he said, which only causes Asch to grumble, “real mature.”

Noi gasps as he hears the other daemon continue laughing, “Does that not scare you?! She must be experienced with espionage, or even daemons! What if she’s a hunter!!”

“Those aren’t—“ Rhys speaks up, only to be interrupted.

“Yeah, what if?” Leif smiles widely, grabbing Noi by the shoulder, “I think you should figure it out.”

“What’s that supposed to—“

“No, Mark, I know.” You speak into the phone, “Yeah, I know it’s unorthodox, but I’m telling you, my grandma is threatening to divorce my grandpa again, and no one is available for mediation.”

You were really grasping at straws here. Anything would sound better than the truth: “Oh, I’m being held hostage by a bunch of guys in cosplay and they won’t let me leave.” Like anyone would believe that.

“Yes, this counts as a family emergency…do you think I have the time to go through divorce proceedings and then have to get to know my new step-grandparents? They’ll die before I even memorize their birthdays.” You cover your face in frustration.

“You really think I’d rather watch two old people argue instead of doing my job?” You scoff, “Okay, never mind, don’t answer that—but I’m being serious…”

You pace around the room as you argue. If you were being honest, you didn’t like the fact that you were letting these assholes hold you back from leaving, but you still recall how the cold metal felt against your neck; that blade was real…and you could tell that that green one was real blood thirsty.

“I mean, I can still manage the social media from here, I’m just not able to film content—if you want, you could try your hand at that, and I can edit.” You sigh into the phone, “Or we can pull a Nutter Butter and make our fans think we’re going insane.”

You nod as your boss speaks, “No? Thought so—well that’s what I’m offering. If not, I have a few drafts on my phone. I can milk that? I have a few ideas…”

“Yeah?” You pipe up, “Cool—okay. Thank you, Mark, I’ll try to leave as fast as I can—kisses!! All love!!”

With a final click, you sigh. You hadn’t even SEEN Ava yet, but when you do, you will most certainly have a talk about stranger danger. You expected her to be cautious about all of that, considering she’s as antisocial as a desert tortoise.

But for now…

“I see you.”

A squeak comes from under the stand behind you, before a bump and an ‘ow’ follow. You scoff before moving to drag the man from under the table, “What did I say about privacy?” You state immediately, looking down at the pathetic man in front of you.

“H-hold on! I’m sorry!”

Your eyebrows furrow at the immediate submission…It wasn’t unwelcome…just unexpected. You tug at him again, making him yelp.

“I’m sorry! They told me to come to keep an eye on you. I didn’t wanna—”

“What is wrong with you?”

The man flickers an eye open to look at you, “w-what?”

“Why are you like this?” you ask.

“Uh—you have me in your binds!” He says, “You’re scary.”

He’s…blunt. Scary? You’re not scary…you wish you were scary enough to keep men away from you.

“I only have you by the wrist.” You mutter, “You’re definitely strong enough to—”

You take a long look at him now. His eyes are wide in fear, his already pale features devoid of any pink tint. The skin around your palm is warm and buzzing…he’s shivering. He probably was…but he clearly doesn’t have the mental strength to do anything…

You liked that.

“Yup—I have you under my binds.” You say casually, “What should I do with you…”

He gives a pleading whine, which only makes you smile on the inside.

You wouldn’t say you had a thing for submissive men…but you couldn't say you didn’t. Lord only knows most of your hookups weren’t exactly that “alpha male” type that most of your other friends fawned over. God. Just thinking about it now gives you a headache. If you had to listen through another 5-minute synopsis of omegaverse content that was just SUPER-misogyny wrapped in bad science, you’d do these assholes’ job for them. That being said…

“Maybe if you release me, I’ll consider sparing you.”

“No wait! I can’t..” He says.

“Then I guess I’ll just keep you here…”

“Please!”

“One or the other…time ticking. Choose before I do it for you.”

He looks like he's weighing both of the options in his head. His eyes go back and forth for a moment before he puffs his cheeks out and squeezes his eyes shut. Was he…?

He’s turning purple.

“Whoa, wait!” You quickly fall to your knees and grab his face. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks as his eyes open back to look at you, “What the hell are you doing!?”

“...holding my breath so I would go out nobly," he mutters. His voice muffled from the constriction on his cheeks.

You just shake your head, “First of all, that’s not even possible. You’d pass out before ever even getting close to actually killing yourself.”

He looks down as if he were disappointed about that fact.

“Secondly, I was kidding. I'm not gonna kill you,” you speak, concerned that he believes you.

“You won’t?”

“No…” You say slowly, “It’s…not in my culture…”

He gives a sigh of relief before muttering to himself, “Humans are passive…”

You squeeze his cheeks harder, which makes him squeal…he’s one to talk.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not gonna do nothing,” you whisper, leaning closer to him. 

His pupils are quivering at your statement, “W-what are you gonna do?”

You turn your head to whisper in his ear, “I know exactly how to make you writhe…” You can feel the shiver radiate from his body, which is the reaction you expected…but this time it seems to be in a completely different context.

“But…” Your voice lilts sweetly, pulling back to look at him. “I won’t do anything…if you give me a little information…”

“Anything!! I’ll give you anything!”

Hehehheheh.

You clear your throat, “I need your names. I need to know where Ava is.”

His voice comes out before you could even finish speaking, “The one that was holding you is Leif. The Prince is Asch. The one in dark blue is Rhys. That big silent one is Pierce…and I’m Noi…”

It was baffling to you why these guys would let him come along…considering how easily he gave in to your demands.

…

Not like you were complaining.

“As for our prisoner…She’s passed out in her chambers!”

That figures…Ava is a pretty heavy sleeper. It makes sense why she could sleep through all the noise of them interrogating you. This was good…but you don’t seem satisfied with your investigation…

Rolling your fingers gently against his surprisingly soft skin, you examine him further. He has fragile eyes, as if they were true amber like their color. Despite this, he’s not an open book like you expected. His pupils were clouded in…well, probably fear at the moment, which you still don’t understand; but somehow that made you enjoy this more.

…There was definitely something wrong with you, but can a girl catch a break? Being held hostage was hard. And you quite enjoyed his type. You indulged in men getting knocked down a peg (and getting pegged), so this was something to savor. He wasn’t horribly rude like that prince of his…nor domineering like that Leif guy. Not to mention the strong, silent type or the demeaning smart one. Those four seemed like the exact men that made you want to bang your head against the window while your friend spoke about those dreaded books of hers. Not so much because you were a hater, but because you couldn’t fathom falling for the superiority that they carried. In fiction or in the real world.

Now, Noi here? Simple and compliant.

It was what you looked for in a man (if you ever even bothered). It made you feel almost okay with the idea of getting into a relationship.

You blink back into focus. His expression is a mix of worry and fear, and still, he’s looking up at you with his brow slightly knitted and his cheeks flushed. It’s almost insane to you how he’s still letting you keep him here. No command; as if he was patiently waiting for one.

…you need to check your period tracker. You’re definitely going into your ovulation week.

“What’s the deal with these anyway…” You mumble, moving your other hand to touch those silly horns, “It’s really a choice to do a kidnapping in such a recognizable—”

As your finger glides down the front of the orange cylinder, you can see him wince, his lip quivering subtly. Though at the moment, you’re more concerned with the texture you feel.

“These feel expensive! What the…” You let your fingers glide up and down again. These feel like real horns. You really doubt that someone willing to kidnap two girls could ball out for a realistic accessory like this for a stupid cosplay.

Finally, you feel him grab the wrist of the hand that was examining the horn, “Please…” It’s quieter than before, but even more desperate-sounding.

His grip was firm. Which made another part of you jump…

If there was something you liked more than a submissive man… It's a submissive man who can fight back.

“Excuse me?” You mumble softly.

“They’re…really sensitive…” He looks away.

…

What should you be more concerned about? The fact that he was acting like these things were really attached to him…Or the fact that you were EXTREMELY turned on by this…

“You have feeling in them.” You state. That sounds even weirder out loud than in your head. This is insane. 

“Yeah…” He says gently.

Before you can stop yourself, you grasp the horns at the base.

His breath hitches before a whimpering noise comes from his throat,  “Ah—!”

“Holy shit,” you speak, pulling your hand back quickly.

He was red, it's a pretty shade against his pale skin. His eyes tear slightly as he looks up at you. Oh, stop it right now.

“I just said—” He sounded like he was trying to reprimand you. But the quality in which he spoke held no conviction; instead, it lingered with a pleading tone as if he was secretly asking for more.

“Sorry??” You say in a bemused yell, “I wasn’t….I thought you were lying!”

His lip quivered, “Just—no more, please?” His words were fuzzy from the action. God, he must be so sensitive.

“I won’t!” you assure.

He shakes out the stress in his body, giving a soft sigh, “I knew you were a hunter, but I didn’t think you would stoop so low.”

..?

“What?”

“You don’t just…That foul play.”

Foul? To whom?

“And what exactly is so wrong?” You ask, stepping back into that imposing persona. You’re assuming that if you keep your ground, he’ll fold.

He bites his lip gently, “It’s just unfair. You’re making it easier to take me down.”

“You think I wanna take you down?” You lean back in, “I’ve already said it’s not in my culture.”

“How can I know you’re not lying?” He challenges.

“You said it yourself,” You nod gently, “Humans are passive.”

He holds his stare, as if trying to convince you he doesn’t believe you.

“I’m hurt…do I seem aggressive?” Your voice falls back into a sweet lilt, trying to get more assuring and convincing than stone strong. Are you trying to figure out what he was? Yeah. Are you still getting entertainment out of it? Yes! 

You lean into him again, tilting your head as your gaze falls from his eyes to his lips.

“No…”

“I’m glad…” your head dips down under his chin, nudging his head up, “I’m just curious…”

He stiffened at that, but let his head tilt with your suggestion, “Of…what exactly?”

“Of what you are.” You admit. Your lips graze gently against his skin, “If it weren’t obvious…I’ve never met a human with horns.”

You smile gently as you feel him jump at your lips. 

You’re getting into your zone. This is playing out similarly to what you’re used to. You’ll have to try to restrain yourself…no matter how much you want to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on his milky neck…

“I’m not human!” He speaks.

You lift your head, “You’re not?” You ask, feigning surprise.

“No…I’m…”

You can tell he’s trying to think through whether or not to tell you the truth, “I’m…a daemon.”

“Demon?” You whisper, “That can’t be…you’re too sweet.”

Your hand goes to his mouth to lift up his upper lip, exposing the sharp canine you noted earlier, “Although…you have the features.”

“Daemon.” He corrects.

“Daemon.” You repeat, nodding your head, “And you’re here for?”

He shakes his head, “I can’t say…”

“You can’t?” You pout gently.

“I can’t.”

“That’s awful.” You whisper, “You don’t trust me?”

He shakes his head, “No ma’am! It’s not that!”

You smile subtly, “Then what is it?”

“I just—uh..”

You dip back down near his ear, falling just below it, “That makes me sad…you choose me to kidnap and you can’t even bother telling me your evil plan.”

“It’s not evil!”

“I’m sure…” You laugh, “I’m just…making fun…” 

God, you couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss below his ear. Him calling you ma’am definitely tipped your composure. You hear a gasp from his lips. That exact reaction makes you continue the trail of kisses, “That must be so mean of me.”

“N-no ma’am!” He assures immediately.

“You can handle a bit of teasing?” You ask softly, the next kiss lingers on his skin for longer than the rest. You are pushing it…

He just nods at that, leaning his head back to let you continue.

“Thank you, baby.” You praise.

Slowly, your kisses guide themselves up to his jaw. It takes a moment before you’re hovering over his lips. You know well you’re not gonna go there just yet…instead—

“They’re real?” You ask again.

“Huh–?” Your question snaps Noi out of the daze that you struck him with before.

Instead of clarifying your question, the pads of your fingers simply move up to his horns and swipe at them again. He hisses, his head shooting down to look at the ground. That doesn’t stop you as you continue your petting.

“How exactly are you stimulated by these?” You mutter gently, “It’s as if I were to touch my nails or hair…I would get no feeling.” As you speak, you scrape your long nail down the length of one of them, which causes Noi to whimper softly in response.

“They’re acting like an erogenous zone…” You say, “Which is weird considering that would only technically work if I were to grab them here.” With your words, you wrap both your hands around each of the horns.

“O-oh god—” Noi utters as he quickly covers his mouth with his hands.

“It’s more than sensitive then.” You laugh gently at that, swiping up fully across the length as you pull away. 

He shivers before finding his voice again, “Was that necessary?”

“You said you could handle a bit of teasing.” You smile.

He doesn’t say anything else to that; he looks away, embarrassed. His shyness just makes you smile wider. You lean in gently, guiding his head towards you again, “I’m sorry…”

His eyes simply quiver at your words, “Your definition of teasing certainly isn't mine.”

“Well, what would you define it as…?” You thumb his bottom lip gently.

He reddens more as he speaks, “Well…uhm—”

You can tell he can’t think of anything to rebut with. That certainly intrigued you. Was he just too shy? Or did he not have experience?

“I shouldn’t bother you with that.” You say gently, “Back on topic…I can let go of getting an answer. I’ll play along with your demands.”

He lights up almost instantly, “You will??”

You nod, “I will. I just have a few myself.”

He deflates at that, obviously bummed that you wouldn’t just play along without anything in return, “What would that be?”

“One. You will not physically harm me or my other prisoner without reasonable cause. Two. We will have full rights and liberties that my fellow prisoner and I assigned together. Three. no torture.” Your list is quick and to the point; you’re not even sure if you covered all your bases correctly, considering you don't even know why they have you trapped here.

“I think…” Noi mumbles gently, “That’ll be do-able.”

“Great.” You sigh, “And here I thought I would have to do something far worse to convince you.”

He makes a squeak of embarrassment, “Are your methods of convincing always forward?”

“Not always,” you think before giggling, “But it’s not my fault they’re the best way to convince someone like you…and besides, you don’t mind, do you?”

He shakes his head gently.

“Good,” you whisper, moving back close to place a kiss against his jaw, “How about I reward you for being so…how do I put it—agreeable?”

He gives a soft sigh, leaning into the touch, his head nodding subtly at the suggestion. You hum as your lips trail back down to his neck. You debate on keeping your mouth up north. But as your eyes wander down lower, you could already see the straining bottom underneath.

You shouldn’t laugh…after all, you’ve figured out he is quite sensitive, and you, for one, have not been light in your pursuit. Still…

Your hand wanders down slowly; your touch so light you’d most certainly imagine it away if it weren’t right in front of you. It finds itself right at home. At first, it’s a gentle press; you need to see how he reacts.

You’re greeted with a tiny hiss. Your lips on his neck can feel how his skin tenses lightly. And then how his throat bobs as your hand moves in waves against the clothed length.

“Is this okay?” You ask gently. A half-whine finds its way to your ears as you continue your motion. You could pull away to ask for verbal confirmation…but you figured that would just be mean.

“Thank you for being so sweet to me, Noi…” You use his name for the first time since you’ve met him. You think the praise coming from the person servicing him would do wonders for his self-esteem. You knew it would do it for yourself.

“Sweet, sweet boy.” You mumble as you move back up to his jaw. For the moment, you’re content feeding off the gentle noises he’s giving you. They were just loud enough for your ears, but not so much so that they would alert the others. Though you’re not entirely sure they’d come to help…considering they sent him to deal with you. Lord only knows HE would never volunteer willingly.

You are quite grateful for their pressure…

“You wanna help me get these silly pants off of you?” You whisper against his lips, making sure not to lean too close. You don’t want to kiss him just yet. It doesn’t feel right.

He nods urgently, his hands lift up the front flap of his top. Shakily and with little care, he undid the knot in the string of his pants.

“Thank you so much. I can do the rest.” You hand grips his, gently pushing them away. Just as promised, your hand slides down below the waistband of his pants, gently scraping against the sensitive skin of his thigh as you try to find what you’re looking for.

It doesn’t take you long to pull out what you’ve been playing with.

“You’re a sight.” You chuckle softly, adjusting his pants to let it stand undisturbed. It wasn’t that desperate red you were expecting, but this was far better. Actually, it was quite normal for all intents and purposes. You weren’t exactly sure what you imagined being in its place, but it wasn’t something so human. 

It was the nicest dick you’ve ever seen.

It was pale, pretty. The head matched the blushing pink dusted on his cheeks. He was uncut, you weren’t sure if that was surprising or not…It was smooth and beautifully curved. Not too thick, but definitely satisfyingly long…which wasn’t a hard thing to be. There was light pre-cum at the tip, shining nicely in the lighting of the room.

The pads of your fingers glide against the underside of him, making him release a loud whine. You respond by wrapping your hand around fully and placing your thumb gently against his slit.

“Can you stay quiet for me?” You ask softly.

He only answers you with a pathetic noise from his throat. You knew well he wouldn’t keep the promise, but it was just so fun to ask.

Slowly, your hand moves up and down. You keep eye contact with him for a moment before bending down to slowly dribble out just a bit of saliva to keep your hand movements friction-free. You can hear his breath hitch as the warm liquid hits his head.

As your hand keeps him busy, you continue watching his face intently. You watch how he bites his lip, how his eyes squint, and how his eyebrows furrow. That in itself was almost orgasmic. He was trying so hard.

“You’re so perfect..”

Was that considered love-bombing? Or do sweet nothings over sex not count?

“Thank you.” He whines gently, his eyes trying to stay focused on your face. You could see how his pupils were wide. Blown out because of the attention you were giving him. The fact that you knew he was feeling good was making this far better. You almost don’t notice your hand speeding up as you both engage in this staring contest of sorts. 

His whimpers and moans grow louder. And now you could only imagine how loud he would be if your lips were around him.

There’s only really one way to find out now, isn't there?

“Hey! What—! Haah~” His voice pitches as your lips wrap around the tip of his pretty cock. Your tongue greets his weeping slit with a kiss before pulling up again, “”m sorry…” You whisper as you move down to litter kisses against his underside, “I couldn’t help myself…”

“You’re—fine!” He whines as your tongue licks him from base to tip before wrapping around him again.

His head falls back, a string of what you could only imagine to be words in his native tongue bounce out of his mouth and onto the walls of the room. You couldn’t think too much about it at the moment, as you were far too focused on the perfect cock in your mouth.

God, it was even nice to suck on.

You didn’t have much of an oral fixation; usually, any oral would be handled by the man during any of your hookups. But god, you could suck this one for hours. It’s carved perfectly into your mouth. It wasn’t too thick to be uncomfortable, and the way he's reacting…

The moment you got sloppier, he was far more vocal. The way his cock twitched in your mouth as you slurped back up all of the drool spilling from your mouth. How you could feel it twitch at the sound of you gagging…you could cum just from the knowledge he was enjoying this so much.

“Ma’am—can’t…” He whispers in a sweet plea, “ahh—please~ I wanna—”

His hands respectfully sit on his thighs, gripping the orange fabric tightly as he announces he’s close.

“Can I cum? pleeease—I’ve been sooo good. I need a’ please!”

You move your hands to hold his, squeezing them for reassurance. Hopefully, he understands your intention.

It doesn’t take him long to get the signal, as you feel his release hit the back of your throat. It was polite, just like he was. Not dramatic or over the top, like how he came with a string of thank yous and his hands squeezing yours tight.

You let him ride the wave till you’re sure he’s completely done. Swiftly, you move your eyes to meet him. The utter lovestruck gaze you’re met with could topple over empires.

Was the head really that good?

“Are you okay?” You ask gently, tilting your head.

He barely nods, a smile forming on his face, “Can I ask for something?”

“Anything.” You say simply.

I mean, you just sucked him off, what could possibly be crazier?

“Can I get a kiss, please?”

…

Even after all that, he’s still asking for permission for something so simple? 

You smile softly before meeting him for a well-deserved kiss.

I wanted to make the reader way more misandrist but there was no means to justify it considering Noi is very compliant. *siggghhh* maybe next time. Besides that I love MID I forgot it was actually kind of funny. I wanna write for the rest of them low-key but I have no clue what to write for them (YES that includes Ava don't pmo) ((YOU yes YOU will smash))