#AND THEIR EXPRESSION TOO UGH I’M LITERALLY IN AWE
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I remembered a reblog you made that talked about computers that looked like they had been murdered and so I made this sketch of Lunar
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LUNAR…… ROBOT GORE……. LOOKING LIKE HE GOT MURDERED…….!!!!!!!!!! IM!!!! SO!!!!! HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YESSSSS YIPPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^
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AFTERGLOW
✩‧₊˚ pairing — roommate!jk x f!reader
✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, sm*t, v small mention of “sl-tshaming” (not from jk tho), jk is WHIPPED, overst*m, multiple organisms, f*ngering, eating out, spanky spanky
you & jungkook have a heart to heart conversation expressing your dating troubles but end up realizing you might actually be perfect for each other instead.
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“it’s like…everyone’s so fucking boring nowadays.” jungkook rambles on as he takes another sip of his wine. “i just can’t find the right one that matches my vibe.”
you nod, “i feel. literally every guy i talk to is lame as hell, they always rather stay in and watch movies than go on an actual date, which is fine sometimes…but all the time? hard pass.”
it’s 2 am on a saturday night and neither of you had anything to do, you proposed going out clubbing but jungkook wasn’t in the mood for that kinda night. he was more of a laid-back, chill type of guy while you were always out late partying and coming home with a new guy every weekend. it’s not like jungkook didn’t have girls (or guys) over either, he was just more discreet about it and made sure you were gone whenever he brought anyone over. he felt like he wouldn’t be able to face you again if you ever heard what he was doing.
“that’s ‘cause they’re just trying to fuck, oldest trick in the book y/n.” jungkook chuckles as you lightly smack his arm. “what— it’s the truth! any guy would wanna get in your pants.”
well, maybe that explains why you’re always getting texts at 2-3 am asking to “come chill” even though you know how it’s going to end and you fall for it every. single. time. maybe that’s why your last hookup called you “for the team” to all his friends, you fucked on the first “date” but only because he showed you cute pics of animals he rescued (curse you for being such a softie). but generally, it didn’t take much for you to want to sleep with someone because you had sexual needs just like everyone else, except you were a girl and that wasn’t very “ladylike” of you. that didn’t stop you from actively seeking potential sex partners though.
“ugh, don’t say that! i’m just more of a lowkey person..i don’t mind netflix dates but damn, ya girl could really use some wining and dining once in a while.” you express frustratedly. it’s been a while since you’ve been taken somewhere nice and the thought of someone planning a cute outing together made you yearn for a relationship even more.
jungkook’s brows lift in confusion, “do i not already do that for you every day?”
he’s constantly cooking for you, soon as you wake up breakfast is made with your favorite—pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs! he’d also cook you dinner once you got home from an exhausting day of work, he was the perfect roommate you could’ve ever stumbled upon.
“you do— but that’s different..” your voice trails off, thinking of any excuse as to why but you couldn’t put a finger on it.
“how? am i only your maid that cooks and cleans for you? not worthy of anything else?” he pouts dramatically, of course he’d get offended by something so little.
“koo don’t do this right now, you know i appreciate you and your sweet gestures all the time.” sighing as you sink further into the couch, you decide to spill more about your not so eventful sex life. “it seems like most guys only care about getting their nut then dipping, i barely finish if it at all after.” you realize how embarrassing that sounds to admit but you had to confess this to someone, you don’t even know why you continue to torment yourself with this kind of treatment.
jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, appalled at the sad truth of your current dilemma. he too however, faced a similar issue at hand. he can’t seem to find a girl that’ll keep up with his crazy high sex drive. “that sounds truly awful, what the fuck? i’d have you on orgasm number five just from my fingers alone.”
holy shit, did he really just say that? the wine is most definitely getting to him now. the room got real quiet for a second.
“y-you would?” you ask innocently, batting your lashes at him.
he wanted to retract his statements out of embarrassment but you didn’t look put off by his advances at all, instead intrigued. his cheeks turned rosier, very unexpected of you to put him on the spot like that but he was the one who opened pandora’s box to begin with. “i mean… yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he replied, biting his lip as he gauges your reaction to see if what he said was okay. “i’m more of a giver than receiver anyway, i love giving head it’s my specialty. i’ll leave you with that afterglow if you let me babe.”
well now you were going to have to find out, you can’t just let him make such bold claims like that without having the proof to back it up first. you’ve always found your roommate extremely hot but you never tried anything out of respect for his boundaries, he did the same but his urges to make a move on you kept growing as you complained more and more about your past experiences—he wanted to show you how it was really done.
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jungkook was determined in making sure you have a great time. your pretty body splayed under him with your backside facing upward, giving him the view of a lifetime. “fuck…” he curses under his breath, his long tatted digits sinking into your dripping core, greedily taking all of him in. you muffle the sounds of your moans by covering your mouth, you had a habit of doing so since you didn’t want to wake jungkook whenever he was sleeping while you were getting it on.
“c’mon you don’t gotta be shy babe, be as loud as you want with me.” he husks, giving a spank to your left cheek leaving a visibly red handprint. hands sliding up the curves of your body, caressing you as he pumps his fingers deeper. “mmh.. fuck— koo keep going.” whimpering out pathetically as walls clench around him. he adds another digit to the mix, watching them disappear in your cunt while looking at your perfectly round, plump ass. never in a million years would he think he’d be doing this to his roommate of all people.
you felt a knot tying in your stomach from the pleasure, grabbing onto the leather couch tightly—feeling yourself getting close already. “sound so pretty when you moan, don’t stop.” he encourages sweetly, “i’m making you feel good aren’t i?” sounded more like a statement rather than a question.
“y-yes, think i’m gonna cu— oh fuck!” eyes roll to the back of your head as feel yourself come undone on jungkook’s fingers, creaming all over them as he continues fingering you, thumb swiping harshly over your clit to help ride out your high. the overstimulation was too much to handle for you, bratty whines escaping your lips as you just couldn’t take anymore. “on your back now.” he orders, producing another spank to your rear, you squeal from the contact but get up and lye on your back as he told you to do.
“open.” jungkook groans impatiently for you, slipping his fingers coated with your milky essence. you suck them off one by one, getting a taste of yourself while looking directly in his eyes. god…you were going to be the death of him.
“mmm..so fuckin’ hot babe.” he smirks, planting a soft kiss to your lips to get a taste on your tongue. he needed to have more of you. kissing down your chin, neck, collarbone, chest, all the day down to your navel—faint blotches of red appear on the bruised skin; creating a beautiful masterpiece on your body. more kisses are pressed into your soaked inner thighs, trailing his lips up to your entrance as he licks his lips before he begins feasting. “don’t hold back on me baby, be as rough as you want.” he coos, lowering his head to flatten his tongue, licking a long slow stripe against your throbbing slit.
“shit!” you almost cry from how good he feels against you already, bucking your hips into his mouth as he sucks on your puffy bundle of nerves. eyes looking up at you fiercely while he watches you shake and writhe under him. “so good, so goood. just like that, don’t stop please!” you continued grinding your core on his face, making a leaky mess all over him. he could care less though, he’ll happily drown in your juices any day.
his fingers return back inside for extra stimulation but you end up crying out more, the feeling has your head spinning intensely. you don’t know how much more you can possibly take but you firmly pull on his hair for leverage, tightly tugging it not caring if it hurts since he said not to hold back. his free hand caresses your thigh gently, flicking his tongue rapidly on your clit and lapping up your wetness, you taste like a dream.
“oh my god…” you mewl slightly above a whisper, you suddenly forgot how to use your voice. his mouth was making you feel more than amazing, better than anything you’ve felt before. you feel bad for all the guys you fucked in the past because they definitely won’t be getting a call back from you now.
“taste so sweet angel,” he mutters before shortly going back to what he was doing, “mmmm…” he hums against you and the vibrations leave you shuddering. another orgasm erupts out of you as you scream his name louder, spasming and shaking under his touch. this time your release squirts out onto his tongue, licking up every drop, even the left over excess on your thighs.
he presses a kiss to your abused clit, lightly dragging a finger over it to rub in circles, making it swell up again. “p-please koo, no more… n-no more.” you whine again and again but he just pretends not to hear you. he’s not going to stop until he’s completely satisfied with the end result. the end result being you looking a total fucked-out mess. “shut up. stop talking.” his eyes give you a menacing glare. you don’t utter another word, you wouldn’t dare test him right now.
he slings your leg over his shoulder and pushes you in closer, teasing your sensitive entrance while curling his fingers inside, he could do this all day if you’d let him. your breath shortens, digging your nails deeper into his skin from the bliss you feel— you were overly sensitive and felt another one nearing your way. he wasn’t even using his tongue on you anymore, he was just so good with his fingers alone it was enough to have you squirting all over him.
and you did just that, again. “that’s right baby, cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” he praises, feeling the tightness of you wrap around him. your body was so numb. panting, moaning, vision getting blurry as you coat his inked digits with your cream for the third time in a row. he pulls them out slowly, letting you drip all over the couch, chuckling with endearment of you. it almost didn’t feel real with the way he was making you cum so easily for him. he had a natural talent at this it seems. you felt weightless, as light as air in his touch, a radiant beam of ecstasy lingers within you.
“that was…incredible.” you gush, ruffling his already disheveled hair, “i haven’t felt like this in a really long time.”
jungkook kept smirking; boy you were in for so much more tonight. “mm..relax gorgeous, ’m not even close to being done with you just yet. gonna have everyone know who’s my name once we’re finished.”
@genkima @sweet-sourhotcoco ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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ellie gf headcanons pt. 2
# i’m a headcanon machine i cant be stopped… also she is literally a cheesy ass lose girlfriend this part is actually canon confirmed by naughty dog. modern au
if your native language isn’t english/speak any language other than english she is going to think you’re ten times cooler than you already are. best believe she’s hopping on duolingo first thing she gets home too so she can impress you (i know duolingo isn’t the best but she’s TRYING)
she took spanish in high school though
even though she can’t retain the info for shit she will search up terms of endearment in your language and call you them all the time even if you think its corny she can’t stop
whenever someone asks her what her type is she just says “my girl” with the most stupid grin on her face
she fidgets SO much omg she doesn’t wear rings often but when she does (you said they looked nice one time and all of a sudden she’s wearing rings every time you see her) she’s constantly playing with them. she also plays with the strings of her hoodie/loose threads etc.
*playing basketball* “this one’s for you babe” *completely misses*
such a nerd for collectibles!! has been since she was a kid. she has funko pops, vinyls, pokemon cards, snowglobes, plushies, smiskis, calico critters she’s a slave to capitalism
little social media presence. her only instagram account is basically a photo dump which is private with only her closest friends following it. (spoiler alert, most of the pictures are of the two of you)
in the last post i said she’s have a pet gecko but i also strongly believe joel would have a dog. could be a teeny tiny chihuahua or a fucking great dane idk just give my man a good friend! ellie also loves that dog (whatever it is) dearly
doesn’t have any piercings and doesn’t ever consider it unless you say that they’d look good on her… your word is her law FR 😭😭😂😂
okay no she’s not dependent on you to the point of it being toxic though. HOWEVER it’s a bit hard for her to express when she feels upset sometimes and gets jealous easily but she tries her best to communicate and keep it healthy
she has her tattoos though of course. although this is a modern au so she’d have different ones i guess… forearm one is definitely in the cards but also lots of tiny little ones. a few for her friends and family and a few she got in a drunken stupor
pottery lesbian that’s it
gets SOOO red when she’s drunk i dont care what anyone says her alcohol tolerance is average at best
i think she would play a sport sometimes. like volleyball. she plays competitively if she’s in school and she always wants you to come “watch your girlfriend be cool”. bring a sign - she’ll love it
kisses and hugs u after the game while she’s all sweaty too…ew but aw
she also really likes animated movies, not disney but like how to train your dragon and the spiderverse and puss in boots (im projecting). she went to see barbie and oppenheimer on the same day and she didn’t dress up but the spirit was there!!
she’s not a gymbro per se but joel probably would have workout equipment in the basement which ellie uses from time to time. and she’s just naturally lean because she’s an active person. pls tell her how big and strong and sexy and amazing she is
ok fine i think she likes being praised AND SHE DESERVES ITT like she’s such a wonderful girlfriend ❤️ ugh shes perfect I CANT STAND HER
goodnight and good morning texts are part of her routine
sunburns easily so you have to remind her to wear sunscreen all the time
doesn’t really know how to do makeup but she’ll paint your nails for you and do your hair
whenever the two of you spend the night together she’s usually last to get up. this bitch could sleep through the rapture i’m not kidding but it’s okay because it gives you time to admire her pretty face as she sleeps in peace and quiet for once
takes the aux very seriously you guys HAVE to share it. unless you like the same music and i think she would like radiohead, joy division, deftones and loser sad songs like that…. she also is a big fan of the spiderverse soundtrack and kendrick lamar though and thee stallion 😜 (i have two wolves inside me)
please reblog mwah thank you!!
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“Ugh. Why didn’t we call first? This is gonna take forever.” Jennifer groaned as she sat at a slightly sticky table.
“Why did we even go to the barcade for a pizza?” Janne complained from across the table.
“Why not? They have pizza.”
“No, but like we could have literally gone anywhere else like Papa John’s or Pizza Hut or like-”
“Yeah? What’s your point?” Jennifer cut him off before he could list even more places.
“It’s gonna be shitty here.” Janne said, in what Jenny could only describe as a ‘duh’ voice.
“We’re in the beltway, the pizza is shitty everywhere.”
“That makes sense.”
Jennifer then sighed, glad that the topic was finally dead. She then was just about to start an actual meaningful conversation about how they should spend the rest of the day after they get her twin a pizza when someone cuts her off.
“Oh hey guys, hey jenny.” His voice gets a bet breathy as he addresses Jennifer.
Jennifer and Janne look at each other, trying to see if the other recognizes the guy that just walked up to their table. Neither makes a face that shows they do.
“... Who the fuck are you?” Jennifer questions, not at all holding the hostility in her tone.
“I-I’m Kyle, I sat behind you in French last year.” It’s clear he was nervous talking to them, but, neither really cared.
“Frenched who now?” Janne finally speaks up, giving Jenny a look.
“No French the language class, remember? I let you copy off my test?” Kyle was quick to fix Janne’s wrong assumption.
“... Okay, hi.” Jennifer responded. Voice and face clearly expressing the boredom and disinterest she had with the conversation so far.
“Yeah, didn’t think I’d run into anyone here, are you guys skipping too?” He either didn’t realize or didn’t care that either of them didn’t seem interested in talking to him.
“Maybe. Why are you skipping?” Janne questioned.
“Aw just needed to blow off some steam, play a couple games here and stuff.” Kyle said.
“You skipped school to play video games? That’s really cool and would never discourage anyone from having sex with you.” Janne said, now resting his chin on his palm.
“Well why are you skipping?”
“To get fucked up, why else?” Jennifer answered, with a roll of her eyes.
“Cool yeah. So you wanna hang out?” Kyle seemed a bit put off by her answer but, clearly, not enough to leave. He scratched the back of his neck as he asked them.
“Do I wanna hang out or do I wanna go out?” Jennifer asked him back. Now leaning back in her chair. Crossing her arms and legs.
“Uh both I don’t know.”
“No, I don’t even know you.”
“We had class last year. You’ve gone out with guys you don’t know before.” Kyle said, annoyed he was shot down so quickly.
“How would you know that if you only had one class with her?” Janne spoke up.
“Yeah, what the fuck.” Jennifer said, clearly a bit disturbed.
“Forget that. C’mon what’d those guys have that I didn’t?”
“They were older and more attractive.”
“So, it’s all about looks with you?” Kyle asked, annoyance in his tone.
“It’s not just looks, they could buy me alcohol too.”
“But, I let you copy of my test. You got a B+ remember?”
“So what? Are we fucking over B+s now? At least lie and say it was an A.”
“If it was an A would you have considered it more?”
“Um, what do you think the answer is?” Janne interjected.
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Kyle asked, not even attempting to hide the desperation in his voice.
“I don’t know, literally don’t be you?”
“Kill your mom. Even I’d go out with you then.” Janne added in. Not at all hiding his smile as he just got hit with the best excuse.
“What the fuck?” Kyle then took a step back from the two.
“Yeah, actually, then you would be halfway cool.” Jenny agreed with a smile.
“You guys can’t mess around like that.” Kyle then nervously laughed.
“I’m not messing around.” Janne replied.
“Yeah, we’re not. It’s either me or your mom, pick one.” Jenny said.
“Seriously? Come on, guys.” Kyle then took a half step away.
“Oh, I am serious.” Jenny then got up and stood next to him. “Kill your mom and I’m all yours.” She said in her most seductive voice as she put a hand on his shoulder.
“Uh …. -Aw damn I left my credit card in the car.” Kyle said, with a pink face. Taking a step away from her.
“Credit card?” Janne perked up.
“Yeah, hold on I’ll be right back.” Kyle then turned to walk away only to turn back to face them as Janne spoke up.
“Wait, Visa? Discover? What’s the credit limit?”
“Oh no, it’s like the token card you swipe to play games here.” Kyle explained.
“This is why you are a virgin.” Janne scoffed.
Kyle walked away and Jenny turned back to face Janne. “It’s like one step forward and twelve steps back.” She then rolled her eyes. That was the disappointment of the century right there. He was almost worth it for a second there.
“Oh my god I know….
You were almost convincing for a second there.” Janne then grinned.
“I was?”
“‘Kill your mom and I’m all yours’-” He did his best to intimate her voice. “That was actually hot.”
“I’m all yours.” Jenny said, in another seductive voice.
It was then that their order was called out.
“Perfect timing.” Janne said, as the two walked to go get it and leave the building.
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Gifts
Disclaimer! While I wrote this and many other Izumi/OC oneshots to be able to be understood in a vacuum, I recommend reading Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht for further context!
Fandom: Ensemble Stars
Characters: Izumi Sena, Original Character, Original Non-Human Male Character (mentioned)
Words: 824
Summary: Gifts are not something to be picked lightly. Thus Izumi puts lots of thoughts into picking one... To the point he is overthinking it.
Picking out presents is never an easy task, especially not for Izumi. Though it was an utter pain to pick out the correct one, to say the least. Especially since so much had changed. Sometimes the mindset of a kid is easier, he would have a better idea then what to pick out. But now? How was he supposed to guess what Patch would like!? No, scratch that. That was an easy one – Tuna, meat, drawing, friends and ‘fyamily’. But anyone could give that. He had to think of something unique, something no one else would think of gifting the little cat. Something only Izumi would think of gifting Patch! It had to be perfect! Especially since he missed out on too many years to count and could just now think of properly giving Patch a present for his birthday. He just didn’t want to be outdone by Kuma–Kun, someone the kitty is spending an awful lot of time with after all. It irked him somewhat. This is not a competition, sure, but he had to try his damn hardest here! He wanted to consult the next best person he could probably consult in this matter… And that was exactly what he had done at the next best opportunity!
Then again, all Izumi did was confuse Ann, her looking at him with a rather confused expression on her own face. Maybe because she was a little overwhelmed, to say the least, or had not expected such a question in any capacity. Either option was completely possible. To be fair, he had opened it literally out of nowhere which would probably make anyone just stare at him for a few seconds and repeat words of the previous sentence, at least the most essential ones. And he only nodded at that.
“Yes, a present. His birthday is soon, isn’t it?” He explained, trying perhaps a little too hard to justify it.
“Uhm… Next month.” She responded. “So no rush…. Right?”
“Tch. Sure, it’s next month but I don’t want to be stuck with preparations at the last minute!” He argued, not accepting this as an answer. “I’m running out of time if you’re asking me!”
“You… Worry too much…”
“Worry too much!? I can’t just pick something willy nilly!”
“Ah— True but… Nyeli is going to be happy with only just—”
“I get it, Patch can be almost too easy to please sometimes. Not a bad thing but it’d feel wrong to give him something anyone would think of within the span of a moment.” Izumi sighed. He knew it all too well. Patch would be happy with a mere moving fish toy to tackle. Or a basket to climb into. Or just a special dish. But the first two are things anyone might be able to hand out, the last wouldn’t last for a lifetime. Ugh, maybe Izumi was just thinking about it too hard, way too hard even. But then again, no backing out now, was there? He couldn’t just resort to something half assed! It’d feel wrong!
“Something unique, right?” Ann asked after a moment of silence, sounding rather timid for a short moment, looking as if she just remembered something.
“Yeah, something like that.” He agreed, though stating the obvious all the same. Izumi was just too frustrated to be annoyed right now.
“Then… Why no knitting?”
“Knitting? Are you se—” Yet he paused because the moment it kicked in he was not believing it himself. In fact, he was so close to bashing his very own head in here! Knitting something! Agh, how did he not think of this!? So annoying! “You… Are onto something…”
“Ah, just remembered!” She insisted. “I mean… You can knit Izuzu. So… Maybe something.”
“N… Not a bad thought, go on.” He said, trying not to look too embarrassed. This was an idea he could have gotten on his own to be honest!
“Something for colder times! Yeah!”
“You mean something to wear during autumn and winter?” Yeah, that was the simplest thought he should have had. Goddamnit… “It’d be special and practical. You can never have enough to be prepared for winter.”
“Yes! Exactly!” Ann nodded, seeming to agree. They were on the same wavelength here.
“But with work I won’t be able to finish an entire set until next month…”
“I think only one clothes piece is fine…”
“Hah, right… I’ll think of something and get started right away then. The sooner the better.” Yeah, he can even refine the details and make it perfect! “Uhm… Thanks… I guess.”
“Ah, no problem! You asked, right? Oh, you need measurements too!”
“Ah— Right, there goes the surprise…”
“It’s fine! I got some! My Mom had sewn Nyeli’s clothes! I text her and report back!”
“You don’t have to. Your input was already—”
“Too bad, I insist now~”
“Ah— Ok ok fine. Yeesh…” He’s going to owe Ann big time for this, he can already tell…
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Listen I know you said the most recent chapter of Marriage and Mate Chases was too long but you’re wrong! I could have read more, I wanted to read more (i always do let’s be real here). Ugh I’m so glad Steve and Tony are FINALLY back together!!!! And watching Steve be all dumb and watching Tony with heart eyes the whole time was amazing. And that scene in the kitchen just kill me now. It was so steamy and heart breaking! And I just wanted to to keep going…. I know they still have lots of things to discuss and work through but I really just wanted them to kiss right there sigh….. you’re mean…. I am so excited for Natasha to come next chapter!! I can’t wait for more development of her and Bucky’s relationship. And I loved when Valkyrie told Steve what was what good for her!
JFC that chapter was so long. MAMC and Risk have so warped my idea of what a "normal" length chapter is-- I wrote 10k and some change for my Rest fic yesterday and thought "huh, is this long enough? doesn't seem as long as my usual chapters" and then wanted to die because I will not survive the writing process if my "regular chapters" are always 13k+ like, that is bananas long yall.
I LOVED the kitchen scene. I felt like they really needed a super honest, super vulnerable, like no string attached, no expectations, nothing but them and their hearts (and imprint) kind of moment to start the process of reconciliation. Their very first time meeting was like that, all emotion and awe and then it crashed and burned. The moment at the wedding where Steve scented him was sort of like that, beautiful and sheltered and just THEM until the real world intervened so I wanted that dynamic again here at Leamans. Just private and secret and no one has to know they gave in that way and hopefully it will serve as a catalyst to MORE of those moments. (Spoiler alert-- it will. They are going to fall in love so hard, just WAIT)
Valkyrie just very casually "you don't matter in the fucking slightest so if you're gonna leave, just go ahead and leave we don't want you" is so damn savage?? And I know it doesn't seem fair that everyone at the house is pro Tony but in their defense, they don't know Steve AT ALL. All they know is Tony so of course they are on his side. And I couldn't have Alpha!Thor or Omega!Clint talk to Steve cos that's too much hormones and biology etc etc so a Beta and specifically a Beta woman just staring the Captain down and telling him exactly what she thinks and then seeing for herself that he's telling the truth? Excellent. Her perception of Steve is about as unbiased as it can get in this sort of verse and she is incredible.
Plus half the reason I fell in love with Valkyrie as a character is that she was literally unimpressed by absolutely anyone in Ragnarok. Thor is giant and golden and gorgeous and an actual god prince and she just "oops, sorry your majesty, i'm gonna shock your shit now". Loki is full on magic and Valkyrie threw hands without hesitating. The Hulk is quite literally a rage monster and she spars with him on a regular basis. That bitch is impressed by exactly no one and I love that for her.
There's something very very good about Steve stuttering and stammering and being clumsy around Tony right? Especially THIS Steve who has for so long carefully and purposefully planned his actions and words and even his facial expressions. It's not that he isn't intelligent or charming or anything like that, it's just that he's so far out of his element with Tony and so determined to make it work that he can't and WON'T take the time to prepare speeches or plan events, he's letting his heart lead him quite possibly for the first time in his life and sometimes it will be messy but as he gets more comfortable and as Tony opens up more, we're going to see alot of that hardcore romantic Alpha!Steve that we love so much.
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my reaction to thor: love and thunder, written as I was watching it in the theater
!!SPOILERS!!
the acting and writing is awful
everything about this just feels… cheap
it has to be the writing cause I know these people can act. And they must not give a shit to be acting this badly😭
wasn’t this supposed to be a taika production
ok yea it makes total sense that Jane is now a god, for sure
omg taika wrote this… buddy how did this happen
why tf does heimdall have a son, babe what? they really throwin spaghetti at walls, my god
this has to be korg’s point of view, it has to be a joke. This is so bad
oh the god planet must be what they spent all their budget on, since everything else is so terrible
and they make a joke of Zeus, of course (not that I super care, but like… why)
it’s a little funny that Zeus just keeps talking about orgies
ah more jokes. Thor’s tattoos. You’re so funny.
(the scene on the flying ship) what have they done to janes character she is so… two dimensional?
and so obviously Just A Love Interest
(jane telling Thor she has cancer) everything is so fast paced and not explained or written well
(Thor telling God Butcher to see a dentist) ok that joke was kind of funny
oh hell yeah Valkyrie stand up to this psycho bitch
damn tessa thompson fr the only good actor
the Big Bad actually has a pretty good plotline but they’re not utilizing it well and they’re giving him so little screentime. this could be a good movie, it’s got a decent premise, but it’s just. so bad.
giant screaming goats that fly a ship like santa’s reindeer and kick shadow monster ass, that’s kinda funny
(val and her thunderbolt) y’all just give Val a tv show, damn
(val get stabbied) ayo what the fuck. what the Fuck. What The Fuck
this shit is so stupid
the amount of times I have looked at my friend to laugh “what the fuck”
(Thor telling Jane that Mjolnir is killing her) god the bad writing… the awful fuckin writing. it’s so bad. so many “explanations” they throw at us that are not well written explanations
King Val just tellin Thor “yea I lost my kidney, you can fight this fight alone byee” I love her
(Thor calling a child army) these children are going to die what the hell
(Thor giving his powers to kids) HOW DOES THAT WORK😭😭
THIS IS THE WORST WRITING EVER OH MY GOD
this is literally a stain on all these actors’ careers
she said “I’m a doctor and you will call me such” hell yea girl own that phd
(Axel wielding the hammer) ugh cheap cheap cheap cheap
(Jane turning the sword to ash) that made no sense but ok
wait he still got through. what was the point
this is the Center of the Universe? this looks boring as hell
they knew they couldn’t ignore janes character anymore or just have Thor randomly reference his heartbreak, so they kill her. okay
so this guy brought his daughter to life just to leave her an orphan. And then they’re like… making Thor a dad or something? What?
ok Valkyrie looks so hot
oh my god Sif is hot too whoaaa
is every rock guy gay that’s so great
why the fuck. They’re just gonna make Thor a dad. Like he can do that. Sure that’s. That makes sense.
this is so bad
when has Thor ever expressed that he wants to or is capable of being a father. Who is this child. What is this writing
also thor’s costume was ugly
#thor love and thunder#Thor love and thunder spoilers#Thor spoilers#how did this pass screen test#i have read seventh graders Wattpad fics that were better than this movie#mine
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writing progress blurb, because i'm somehow nervous going into chay's head?
Chay watches Macau go offline, and, like the lovesick loser he is, immediately misses him.
He misses him in the center of his chest, in the beat of his heart, in the way air feels stagnant in his lungs when Macau isn’t near him.
He lets out a long, whooshing breath as he sinks down in his chair.
His headset is gently lifted away, and he looks up to see Kim peering down at him, eyebrows raised and lips quirked up in amusement.
“Were you this down bad for me, too?” he asks, and Chay laments, for the millionth time, that he blushes so easily for Kim, even after this fricken long.
“You say that like you couldn’t see my crush on you from Saturn,” Chay says. “I was literally your biggest fan.”
Kim’s smile softens.
“Was?”
Chay rolls his eyes.
“You’re so annoying, shut up,” he says, loving the way Kim’s expression goes playful.
Kim turns Chay’s gaming chair around and leans into his space, his calloused fingertips slightly rough over his ear as he tucks Chay’s too-long hair away.
“It’s cute,” Kim says.
Kim has moments, sometimes, where he takes his time with Chay - takes him in slowly, whether he’s listening to him speak, attentive and alert, or listening to him sing, eyes closed and focused only on the sound of Chay’s voice.
And then there are times, like now, where he takes his time to just look at Chay, and the intensity of it is… Well, there aren’t really words, but it makes Chay feel precious, feel safe.
His attention is overwhelming, but not only that…
It’s addicting.
Kim’s eyes refocus on Chay’s.
“He’s cute too,” Kim says, and then leans back, tilting his head. “Maybe I have a type.”
Chay kicks at him gently, huffing a laugh.
He’s still coming to terms with the fact that he and Kim can just… Talk about Macau. After months of secrecy and feeling like absolute crap about it, he can talk about Macau with Kim, about their feelings for him, about their experiences with him, and, in a round-about way, their awe over him.
They can share him. In many ways, but honestly… Chay hates secrets, hates feeling like he’s doing something that could hurt someone he loves, and, well.
He hates being selfish enough to do it anyway.
“Yeah, maybe you do.” Chay smirks and nudges Kim’s leg, taking on a pompous, ridiculous voice. “The infamous WIK and his proclivities toward “cute” younger men who idolize him. Wonder what the internet would say about that?”
Kim looks thoughtful, and Chay smiles.
“If they found out I dated fans, it’d probably go 50/50 between people who burn my albums because I’m not single, and a weird TikTok trend to compete over who’s my biggest fan to try to catch my attention.”
Let them try.
Chay sighs.
“Yeah, probably. Your PR team would be on nightmare mode with damage control though.”
Kim shrugs.
“I’ve got what I need to be happy. Let it burn.”
Chay can only stare at him for a long, long moment, because ugh, how does Kim always just… say things.
Chay’s lips still pull into a smile, because even after being together this long, he’s still stupidly in love with Kim.
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Dark Blood Chapter 30: The Second Half of Greed
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Trigger Warning!
This Chapter contains depictions of Gore, Cannibalism, Death, Destruction, Blood, Violence, Fighting, grotesque horror, body horror, and Character Death.
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Kyle then slit his throat and his blood poured out adding another layer to his armor only this coat wasn't black but blue instead. Isabell shivered at the sight of this but then she realized how great this would be and started to smile knowing Kyle could easily win this no matter what.
"Oh? The black and blue really complement each other but fashion aside I wonder what that blood does? You truly have sparked my curiosity!" Insaro's smile grew wider while Kyle just glared at Insaro with disappointment and anger.
"Aw! Why such a long face brother! This battle will be legendary!"
"Don't call me that, I am not your brother!"
"Hm? Oh, that's right, why did I call you that? Seems strange... eh, no matter, I want to see if what the legends say is true. Are you a true slave of Eden that burns all Sinners and Darkness in your path or are you just a child with powers you can't even use to your full extent."
"Don't get cocky, Insaro! I defeated Virdis and I can kill you too!"
"Ugh, don't say that name, Virdis was an absolute failure. though I he did managed to serve one good use at his death." Insaro then looked back to Kira who smiled brightly back at him, Kyle still couldn't believe that a girl so young was with Insaro, just the thought of it made him sick. Insaro must have brainwashed her or something, which was all the more reason to take him down. Kira then looked at Kyle with a surprised expression, which confused Kyle.
"He thinks I'm brainwashed papa!"
"Oh? Does he now? Hmph, giving yourself more reasons to justify this pointless fight?" Insaro looked back at Kira and chuckled at the idea, Kyle however had chills up his spine. That little girl just called Insaro papa, as in father figure, how could anyone want a literal demon to be their father figure.
"hahaha, curious? Well maybe a demon is just better than rodents at raising children. You know, the same rodents that hate Zerku parasites at that, I mean, obviously I do too, but at least my hatred makes sense. rodents, on the other hand, have no right to hate the Zerku that were specifically made by the false god Eden to protect them. What a waste of power."
"Tch, you sure like running your mouth!"
"... that's your best retort? you're not going to say something cheesy like 'your wrong! humanity is capable of so many amazing things!' or 'you have no right to be the judge of humanity, only god can do that' or some other stupid nonsense like that." Kira started giggling at Insaro's sarcasm and Insaro looked back to her and chuckled a little as well while giving her a thumbs up.
"hahaha... oh, but your right let's not keep the readers waiting let's get to the action!"
"Readers? What are you-" Insaro then charged forward at Kyle, luckily Kyle blocked him but the power from the impact was massive, which pushed Kyle back a little. Insaro giggled deviously while Kyle glared in annoyance but then he smiled mockingly at Insaro which actually made the Arkum switch to its shocked expression. Just then some of the blue blood quickly latched itself onto Insaro's hands.
"Explode." Then in an instant the blood exploded and destroyed Insaro's arms all the way to his elbows. Insaro backed off and started screeching in pain with his face then changed to an angry frown. He was screeching for a while but then started crying, finally like a madman he started laughing and glared at Kyle as his frown shifted into a large smile.
"HAHAHA! This is going to be more fun than I thought! I guess with this new blood of your going to rip me apart until I can't fight back then get the core. That's wise but be warned Lord Grim was always so merciful and loving to his children blessed with his dark blood. He knew our adaptation to damage could only get us so far, so he gave us even more gifts to keep up against fearsome creatures of light, like you!" thousands of black blood tentacles then sprouted from both his arms then then warped around one another until they formed what resembled large fists.
"KILL ME IF YOU CAN ZERKU PARASITE!" Insaro quickly raised his fists to crush Kyle, just from raising them up Kyle could see Insaro was so much faster now.
"Make me faster!" Kyle just panicked so this was more of a useless prayer than an actual command and Kyle wasn't even sure it would work. However, like a prayer answered the world suddenly went slower in Kyle's perspective, Kyle used this opportunity to get out of Insaro's attack. Once Kyle was at a safe distance, time resumed normally and Insaro smashed the ground in a millisecond confirming that Kyle would not have been able to have survived dodge the attack otherwise. The following shockwave and depth of the crater Insaro made confirmed that Kyle might not have survived it either.
After the smoke cleared Insaro raised his fists and saw that Kyle wasn't there but right next to him instead. Insaro's smile only widened but Kyle didn't care instead he just raised his fists as the black blood covering his knuckles turned red.
"Burn!" The red parts of Kyle's armor ignited in flames as he started punching Insaro at such high speeds. Insaro's skin was getting punched and burnt but with only minimal damage to Kyle's annoyance. Insaro was taken by surprise at first but then he started laughing and opened his arms wide to take even more punches.
"Yes! Use the blood! The darkness of Lord Grim is stronger than the light! Never underestimate its power!" Kyle then gritted his teeth in anger and unleashed his wings.
"I was given this power by the great Eden to save my friends! I would never forsake it for some cheat dark powers!" Kyle backed off from Insaro only to do a front flip and slash off both of Insaro's arms off. However, to Kyle's confusion Insaro wasn't scared instead he's face just shifted to its bored/ disappointed expression.
"... seriously? ugh, spoken like a fucking hero. I HATE HEROES!" Insaro's body then started melting and underneath his genocide body was formed but two of his four arms were still gone. Kyle knew this wasn't going to be easy but so long as Insaro wasn't done regenerating he still had a chance. Kyle then made the blue blood of his armor flow to his feet for his quick, powerful, and possibly stupid idea.
"Explode!" Then the blood on his feet exploded propelling him forward toward and he then rammed into Insaro's chest. Once on him he made his blood form two giant indestructible swords, the last time Kyle used his blood on Insaro just setting it on fire was enough to do damage but now that Insaro was stronger he couldn't rely on just fire anymore. Kyle instantly started slashing and cutting, he was hoping he could cut through Insaro like ribbons but in genocide form, though not indestructible, Insaro's body was tough. The best Kyle ended up doing was just cutting off bits and pieces of Insaro. Though the damage was minimal Kyle made sure to not stop as that would give Insaro an advantage to fight back. However, it proved to not be enough when black blood started flowing out from the wounds and latching onto Kyle. Insaro then started laughing as he got up and used the black blood tentacles to raise Kyle high in the air.
"Hahahahaha! That tickles! Now you give it a try!" Insaro then started ramming Kyle both into the ground and into several trees repeatedly. Cane got mad when he saw this, but as he tried to run forward Kira raised her hand to stop him. Since he was sired by her, she expected him to obey her but instead he slapped her hand away and tried to go regenerate the trees and possibly go berserk on Insaro and Kyle. Kira was angered by this and used her powers to push him back, she then ordered the Fallen and Arkums to keep him back and they obeyed by surrounding him and growling at him.
Kyle tried getting rid of the tentacles by lighting his armor on fire and using his fire powers to further increase the heat and power. However, upon igniting Kyle realized he was right about Insaro growing strong enough to be immune to the fire. Kyle was now being thrashed around so much that he was losing focus, it came to the point that he only had one terrible idea left.
"Li- Lightning!" All of his black blood armor then turned red and started releasing electricity all around Kyle and Insaro as well. Though it was slowly burning Insaro's body, it was also hurting Kyle as well, unfortunately Insaro let Kyle go and it continued hurting him. Though it didn't take long for the lightning to stop, they were both left as lifeless bodies covered in smoldering ashes. However, Insaro managed to practically float back up and his body reverted back to its normal form while making ashes fly everywhere. Despite being in a different body and having his arms back Insaro was still covered in his own charred skin. Insaro then started laughing as he quickly started biting on his own flesh and eating the charred skin. The sight was disgusting but what made it worse was how every time he swallowed the charred skin new fresh skin was made right where he bit.
"Shit! Kyle get up!" Insaro then continued eating the damaged parts of his body in order to make the regeneration go faster.
"Ugh, Papa that's gross!"
"Kira, one should never choose the clean and disciplined way of life in order to achieve victory. That's for the honorable and foolish." Kira then nodded obediently which shocked all the other kids of the crowd.
"How can you listen to him like that? He's a monster!"
"Actually, he's a demon but he's also my papa!" Now Jackson and the others were horrified.
"Grrr! Screw this I'm helping Kyle!" Jackson tried to zoom in and attack Insaro but Kira used her power to push him back like she did with Cane.
"This fight is between papa and your child of Eden no one is interfering."
"What?! Stop saying that he's not even your real dad!"
"I know that dumb-dumb! I'm adopted!"
"That's not the issue! Ugh! Kyle god damn it, get up! Don't let this bastard win!"
"Please Kyle, we need you!"
"Come on Kyle, you can do it!"
"Hahaha! Yeah Zerku, get up with the power of friendship! That aways works in movies!" Insaro was so close to being done eating the charred skin on his genocide form body and his arms were almost finished growing back. With all the damage he had taken it would only make sense that he could become invincible once he's done regenerating. All of the kids kept yelling to get Kyle to get up while Insaro continued to mock him. Then by a pure miracle Kyle's started moving again, his body started glowing as he was slowly levitating up in the air.
"Wh- what?! Damn it! I was fucking kidding!" The Charcoal on Kyle's skin then started falling off and his wings extended allowing him to levitate in the air and shake off all the coal leaving him completely healed and back in his blood armor. Insaro growled he still wasn't done regenerating but his arms were back so he could at least fight. Insaro then rushed forward but then Kyle slashed one of his wings toward Insaro. Insaro was just standing there confused as everyone else but then the top of his head slowly slid off. It was a completely clean cut, only this time no black smoke or blood tentacles came out of his neck, meaning he couldn't regenerate.
Insaro then backed off while turning genocide mode, all four of his arms were there and his body was mostly healed but his head was still gone. Insaro and Kyle started slashing at each other with Insaro using all four of his class while Kyle used his wings. After a few seconds of slashing at each other in high speed, they stopped, and Kyle stood there unphased while Insaro hissed at him in annoyance. However, to Insaro's horror, his own hands and arms fell into pieces. Insaro was actually terrified but he did not give up instead he quickly bit into his own chest and started ripping himself apart. This eventually left him as pile of black ooze, Kyle was confused but figured that Insaro just gave up his own life out of desperation and pride but then the black slime stabbed into Kyles's armor.
"Hahaha! Stupid parasite! I may not be as strong but I'm definitely smarter than you!" Kyle then tried slashing at the black ooze, but it slithered away faster than Kyle could keep up. Now it was Kyle who was fighting a losing battle as he slashed at the black ooze and missed every time and got more and more hurt as Insaro stabbed into his armor. Then suddenly Insaro slashed off his arm and a small part of his face. Kyle couldn't help but yell in pain, all while Insaro gained some distance.
Kyle was in a lot of pain and couldn't focus on anything else while his arm was regenerating. However, he knew that Insaro was going to eventually come back stronger, so he did his best to fight through the pain and get back up. He could hear Insaro laughing while making a gurgling noise, most likely due to his regeneration almost being complete. Kyle's right arm was slowly growing back but this didn't do much to reduce the pain still it was just enough to help Kyle get his edge back. Kyle then focused more of his blood into his left arm and created a floating black blood spear.
"Fire and lighting!" Now the black blood spear turned red and was instantly covered in fire and lightning. Like an arrow Kyle launched the spear at Insaro to destroy him once and for all. However, a hand reached out and grabbed the spear and Insaro showed himself from under the black ooze to be fully healed.
"Hehehe... HAHAHAHAHA! Too late child!" Kyle's heart almost skipped a beat and out of instincts alone he slashed his wing at Insaro. But to everyone's horror Insaro caught the wing and stopped it, though it was still burning through Insaro's flesh but did so extremely slowly.
"Hahaha! Still burns but doesn't hurt!" Insaro then kicked Kyle in the stomach while continuing to hold onto his wing which ended up ripping it off. Insaro smile widened but then the wing fell to the ground, Insaro looked at his hand which hand completely melted. Insaro then bit off the melted flesh and just as fast a new hand grew in its place. Insaro then walked toward Kyle, got on top of him, and started punching repeatedly at high speed.
"Hahahahaha! I really shouldn't be laughing given how pissed I am!" Insaro then punched Kyle's right arm, Kyle couldn't help but yelp in pain but was silenced by more of Insaro's punches.
"You're so strong Kyle!" Insaro now targeted Kyle's remaining wings and practically broke every bone in the wing with how many times he punched it in a second.
"Your fast! Unstoppable, Inspiring, and charismatic! Your the ideal hero and main character!" Insaro then pushed Kyle's wing aside and stabbed into his chest. Kyle couldn't breathe as he coughed blood, then Insaro lifted him in the air.
"So why the hell are you losing?! Haven't you ever read a book or watched a fucking movie! The hero is supposed to win! So why are you losing! Huh?!"
"That's enough!" Then Isabell shot both Kira and Insaro with a small beam of light, the beam only grazed Kira's cheek while slicing Insaro's hands off. Kyle then used his blood to quickly heal himself then he spun and used his wings to get Insaro off of him. Kyle quickly landed on the ground but was helped by Isabell, who now stood beside him. Kira's eyes turned to her cheek, not feeling pain, but quickly getting angry because of the damage. As such, after she quickly regenerated, she started growling in anger and was about to stomp forward but Insaro stopped her.
"I'm nothing like your father Kira. in my presence no one will harm you and live to tell the tale." Kira was surprised by this but then quickly smiled in joy.
"Haha! Ok, Papa! I'll leave it to you then, I love you!" Insaro's smile widened at Kira as he seemingly gave her a kiss on the forehead, thought it seemed more like he pressed a part of his face on her forehead instead since he didn't actually have a mouth. Malum then picked her up and to pull her back as she waved goodbye at Insaro. Jackson thought Kira was distracted so he rushed forward to stand beside Isabell and Kyle, but Kira pushed him back again this time with a bright smile to mock him. Insaro then faced Kyle and Isabell but with a frown, as he growled in unyielding rage.
"How dare you hurt my little rose. Also, you're not allowed to join in, I challenged Kyle and him alone!"
"I lost my parents to you Arkums... If you honestly think I would abide by any rules you monsters made, then you're sorely mistaken" Insaro's expression then turned to shock but then back into a smile as he started clapping.
"hahaha, HAHAHAHAHA! A rebel! I like it! I like it! your absolutely right! if you hate the rules then don't fucking follow them! order is meant to benefit and organize not control and oppress! hahaha fine, fine! let us fight and end this once and for all!" Isabell nodded in agreeance but still glared at Insaro with silent Hatred. Isabell's focus was then to
"Kyle are you ok?"
"Ugh, not even a little bit... ready to take down an indestructible demon?"
"Nope... Let's do this."
"Hm, stay apart so he can't get us both and hit him with everything you got."
"Hey Kyle, before we do this, can I ask you something?"
"Kind of a bad time but go ahead."
"Why were you looking at my dress the other day? it seemed like you wanted to wear it."
"hm... because ever since I was little, I didn't have a lot of freedom, my parents always beat me for the littlest of things, so I didn't get to experience a lot of things that made me happy. I just... want to experience more of life, whether it be something exciting like fighting a demon or something as simple as wearing a dress."
"Hm, that's a little strange but I've seen stranger. Well, what do you say that after we win this you can have that dress, as well as any other clothes you might want? that way even if you find out you don't like wearing dresses you still have options."
"I think I'd like that, thank you Isabell." Kyle and Isabell smiled at one another warmly, they then faced Insaro with still smiling with determination. Insaro himself had his arms crossed and was smiling as well. Then for a moment everything was quiet, no Arkums were roaring, no Fallen screeching, and none of the other kids were cheering or yelling, it was quiet. so quiet, because everyone was waiting to see the outcome, this was to be the final battle, to decide if this world belonged to the angels of light or the demons of darkness.
Then it finally started, in an instant, Kyle and Isabell charged toward Insaro and were ready to hit him with everything they got. However, neither of them reached him, instead Insaro appeared instantly where they originally as if he ran past them so fast, it couldn't be seen. Kyle and Isabell looked back at Insaro in confusion while he looked back to smile at them. Kyle was confused at first, but then he started feeling dizzy as he was losing focus fast. He looked at Isabell and saw that she was blinking rapidly and having trouble standing straight. He then noticed the back of her head was bleeding Kyle then felt the back of his head. He felt a large hole and reached into his head and couldn't feel his brain anywhere, his head was hollow.
"Looking for these?" Kyle then used all his remaining focus on Insaro and saw that he was holding both their brains. The brains were glowing blue and had blood dripping from them though Isabell's brain was shaped normally but Kyle's brain was more rounded.
"Such a fascinating core the Zerku have. The brain as the rodents call it... you know I always wondered what it tastes like if you eat it plain. No body. No head. Nothing but the core. Does it taste juicier? Or does it taste downright disgusting? hm... oh well, only one way to find out!" Insaro's face then split open like a monstrous flower, then black blood tentacles busted out of his throat, latched onto both the brains, and they were eaten instantly.
Everything Kyle and Isabell was and could have been had vanished instantly. Both their bodies had turned into crystals, however the blue blood on Kyle's body reacted badly to the crystals and exploded. Everyone saw the whole thing, the Arkums and Fallen were shocked but relieved that the two had died quickly while the kids were speechless and completely frozen in fear. Then Isabell's and Kyle's blood and crystals from the explosion started to rain from the sky landing everywhere on everyone. The Arkums started to laugh with their monstrous voices while the Fallen were dancing around and trying to drink and eat as much of the blood and crystals as possible. Insaro's face returned back to normal with his smile face as he started laughing proudly. Insaro then saw that the kids Kyle was protecting were all frozen in horror.
"hm, oh don't worry this isn't the first times he's died I'm sure something cheesy or over dramatic will happen to bring him back to life... always works in books am I right?" some of the kids started to cry, others started to scream, one or two started laughing due to overwhelming fear, and some had just fallen to the floor and had given up on trying to survive.
"Hu, guess it's not one of those books." Insaro then clapped his hands and on command all the Arkums slowly advanced toward the kids. Kira smiled and she pointed at the kids and her Fallen advanced along with the Arkums.
"You know I think this would be a good time for an unexpected hero to show up. To make a dramatic entrance and show the heroes that the reader has grown to care about, to show that there's still hope... no? Hu, I guess it really isn't one of those books... wow, that is so depressing... I love it! Hahahahaha! Nothing could ruin this for me now!" Then one of the mansion's windows broke and a golden beam of light blasted Insaro in the face. The right half of Insaro's face was vaporized while the other half frowned. All the Arkums stopped and so did the Fallen on Kira's command, they all looked at Insaro in shock hoping he wouldn't lose it.
"Well... now I'm upset... *inhales* WHO HAS THE MOTHER FUCKING COURAGE!" Then Mike jumped out of the window and landed safely on the ground looking angry with tears in his eyes but ready to fight.
"Mike? Mike what the fuck are you doing?!"
"Mike! Get the other kids in the mansion out of here! Now!"
"Mike? your name is Mike, yes?" Insaro then used his hands to crush his head and afterwards black smoke came out of his neck that slowly built a new head. Once Insaro's head was complete It was already smiling.
Tell me, are there other Zerku in that human nest you call a building? because I would love to make an offer of a life time to them all!"
"The answer is no you, jerk!" Mike then shot another beam at Insaro aiming this time at his core, but Insaro used his arms to shield his chest in time. Insaro's core was saved but his arms were now badly damaged and soon after melted off. Insaro looked at his now stub arms and his smile widened, his head then split open, and his monstrous mouth ate the burnt off flesh. His arms were still gone but now replaced with several black blood tentacles. Insaro smiled at Mike as he started laughing sinisterly.
"Now we're having fun!"
"Mike! You need to go!"
"but I can beat him!"
"No, you can't! He gets stronger as he takes damage! Your light attacks don't do anything to him anymore!"
"Actually, that's not true." The kids and even the Fallen looked at Insaro in confusion.
"Insaro! Don't!" Dolo and the other Arkums however looked at him in fear.
"Don't worry Dolos, I know what I'm doing. You see everyone, Mike here has the power of light, which is not only the one of the strongest Zerku powers but just like all forms of lights on Arkum cannot grow immune to its damage. sure, if were strong or fast enough they can doge or even deflect its power but never grow fully immune to its sting. Even as we grow stronger, we'll only just lessen its damage but never be resistant to it. But Mike here seems to have a light so strong that even I cannot dull its attacks, if anything, I will always feel its full sting even if I was twice as strong as I am now. So, Mike why don't you and I have a little rumble while my army battles yours!"
"No! don't you dare lay a hand on M-"
"Would you rather I just ignore him and kill all the other kids in the mansion." Sam quickly closed her mouth out of fear.
No? well then, it finally begins! forces of light and darkness! Let there be war!"
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Could I please get a normally more shy, but curious, Yuu gushing over the Octavinelle boys' mer forms (separately)? Like they keep saying how cool and strong (twins) or beautiful (Azul) they look and they're trying their hardest not to ask them a million questions or touch them. Could be with a romantic vibe or not, but mostly MC is just in absolute awe and mentions them being way better than the stereotypical mermaid form. Thank you!
Synopsis: gushing over octavinelle boys mer forms :D
Warnings: I lowkey ramble, and not proofread
Game/ fandom: twisted wonderland
Characters: azul, jade, and crush!Floyd (I love a dopey Floyd alright)
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: I absolutely love this ask ahhh thank you so much for requesting! I know I would be this person, like 100%. I genuinely think all their mer forms are just incredible, like the characters are already well designed, BUT THEY JUST… UGH. Anywaysss… hope you enjoy and remember to drink plenty of water!
— azul —
“Turn around…” was all you heard from azul, taking not of his minor fidgeting. Of course you obliged, and looked the other way. Azul was nervous, to put it lightly, what if you thought he was horrific, or you didn’t like his tentacles. That nervousness didn’t wash away when he finally told you that you could turn around either. An expression of wonder, and adoration spread across your face, at the mere sight of him. “Azul! You’re- you’re beautiful!”
He stiffened in the water, a blush spreading across his purple and black skin, he looked down at the water he was floating in, seeing his reflection and… loving it. Loving the way he looked, how he felt, how you made him feel. Looking back up he saw you stripping off your clothes, only in your underwear now. “What???? Are you doing??? This is a public pool” azul questioned. (This is a sfw blog. Don’t get any ideas.)
You laughed, slipping into the water, “azul I’m just getting in to swim with you.” Your coy smile met his flustered one, as you gripped onto his shoulders. His brows furrowed, he looked at you like he would explode if you said another word. “You know, I already thought this, but you do look really handsome.” He swear he literally inked on the spot, you’re just too kind and octo-twerp like him.
— jade —
“You… want to see my mer form…?” Jade questioned, while cleaning up the lounge late at night, far after closing time. You nodded your head excitedly sipping on some iced drink he made for you as he cleaned. Despite your enthusiasm jade felt… uneasy. Eels aren’t really… the cutest, most cuddly creatures, and humans… well most like animals like dogs, cats, ferrets, snakes, maybe the occasional axolotl. All arguably cute creatures, but eels… ehh give or take. Depends on the person.
So jade waited. Waited for the perfect moment, which just so happened to be at the beach. Jade adored the beach, it reminded him of home, and he felt it was… rather fitting. He may have had to drag you out of bed early in the morning to get the effect he wanted but, it was worth it. Guiding you into the water you slowly saw his skin turn teal from his legs (now tail), to his hands that gently held your own. He was smiling at you, not his typical menacing one, but one of genuine love, and patience.
“Jade…” you said chuckling, reaching up to cup his blue scaled face, “you’re awfully pretty you know.” Rarely did jade of all people have a genuine surprised look to him, and yet… you always managed to draw that side of him out. Always making him second guess himself, and what he thought would happen. He looked at you like you had hung the stars in the very sky, the sun shining onto you as it rose adding a beautiful effect, and shaping your stunning face. He had no words, he just wished he hadn’t waited so long to show you this side of him…
— Floyd —
“C’mon shrimpy let’s go swimming-!” The energetic boy said while guiding you through the school and towards the mirror room. The dark hallway only illuminated by the dim lights on the wall, but that didn’t stop either of you, no matter how late it was Floyd wanted to swim with you! And he got exactly what he wanted.
Eventually reaching the octavinelle pool, he immediately jumped in. You sat next to the edge and dangled your feet in the water. Floyd’s skin turned slimy, and green, and he greq a large tail that was the size of his body, and you couldn’t help but watch in awe. Moving his hair out of his face, he noticed your staring. “Ah? Shrimpy are you just gonna sit there and stare? Why not come swim!”
You felt embarrassed at his words, “no no it’s fine I can just… be here.” Floyd didn’t like that answer though, quickly swimming to you and looking directly up at you with only his eyes poking out of the water. Quickly while you were distracted and admiring his features, he grabbed your legs and pulling you into the pool! He laughed at you as you desperately tried grabbing at him for support. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up, for support.
“Floyd!” You said outraged and hitting his chest. He only laughed again, “you’re lucky you’re cute.” Suddenly he stopped laughing. Looking at you like you had said the one thing that could catch him off guard. You flashed him a cheeky grin, knowing you flustered him even though you couldn’t really tell. God you were so… annoyingly cute.
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Prom Night | Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader
Note: I literally love this one so much especially because i think hawk looks amazing in that episode agh. Sorry this one is a bit short my next ones should be much longer! :)
Summary: The reader surprises hawk at the prom when she is supposed to be out of town (they are dating!) - request by @popeheywardssecretgf
warnings: fluff, season 4 spoilers!!
Word count: 700+
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Prom was coming up in a few days and everyone was totally pumped. Everyone already had their dates, well, almost everyone…
You had just found out a week ago that you had to go on a trip with your family and weren’t going to get back until a couple days after the prom. Safe to say you and Eli were devastated. He understood though and told you not to worry and he could just hang out with Dimitri.
“Ugh, I wish I didn’t have to go on this stupid trip.” You said as you walked through the airport, about to board your flight.
He gave you a sympathetic smile as he walked next to you. ”Yeah me too… It’ll be okay though, I mean we always have next years prom..”
You sighed as you faced him. “True, but I just hate that I’m leaving you without a date…”
“ I’ll be fine Y/n, don’t worry about me… Demitri is going to hang out with me since Yasmine has to go to her dads wedding.” Eli looked down at you with a smile, lacing his hand with yours.
“You promise?” You tilted your head to the side, looking up at him.
“I promise.” He nodded at you, squeezing your hand softly.
“Okay..” You smiled at him reaching up placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Don’t miss me too much.”
“Cant promise anything.” He laughed.
You slowly pulled away blowing him a kiss and turned around, walking to your flight.
His cheeks flushed a soft red as you did so and he smiled.
time skip to the night of the prom
Well tonight’s the night. Everyone was arriving and man did they look good. Even Robby and Tory showed up, together… Eli got there a bit early with Demitri and they huddled around a table, not really in much of a dancing mood.
“Great turnout am I right?” Demitri said as he took a sip of his punch.
Eli nodded not really paying much attention as he looked around at everyone dancing, wishing he could be out there with you.
Demitri noticed his saddened expression and patted him on the back. “Don’t be bummed man. I know she wants to be here with you just as much, but you cant let it ruin your night.”
Eli looked down for a moment and sighed before looking back up, giving him a not so genuine smile. “Yeah, i guess.”
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The night continued and people were still going at it. Demitri had eventually ditched Eli for Yasmine, he would’ve done the same if you were there so he let him go… Little did he know, you actually were there.
Suddenly Eli felt a soft hand on his shoulder as you turned him around.
“Surprise!” You said with a laugh as you smiled brightly at him.
He looked at you with a mixture of awe and confusion. You were wearing a beautiful long purple dress, matching the color of what his mohawk once was. You looked absolutely stunning.
“Y/n?!” He said and pulled you in a tight embrace as his cheeks flushed a soft red. “W-What are you doing here?” He pulled away, looking at you in admiration.
“I convinced my parents to let me fly home by myself early so I could come. I couldn’t miss being here with you.”
Eli smiled brightly at you as he held your hands in his. “You’re honestly the most amazing person ever Y/n.”
“That’s definitely you.” You laughed and brought him to the dance floor.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Everything about you that night was just perfect. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, keeping his eyes locked with yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a sweet smile. “You look amazing Eli.”
He internally blushed as he looked down at you, a smile still plastered on his face. “Have you seen yourself? You are absolutely stunning..”
You looked to the side and laughed trying to hide your own blush.
“I’m so glad you came.” He said pulling your attention back to him.
“Im glad I did too Eli.” You said and pressed a kiss to his lips.
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Note: agh i hope you guys liked this one! (this is unedited right now it should be edited soon.) :)
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How they react to you flat ironing your hair - Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo
Day 17 of Ficmas - Midoriya and Bakugo HCs
Ficmas Masterlist
Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader, Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader
Bakugo
Is so tempted to wet your hair
Like he’s crushed three water bottles today while staring at your hair
It’s pretty, sure, and probably a bit easier for you to manage
But where the fuck are the curls he loves so much
“If you have something to say, then spit it out already.” You looked up at him through your lashes with a bored expression.
“The hell are you-?”
“You’ve been staring all day. Literally, anyone with eyes can see that dummy.” Katsuki grumbled a soft, ‘I wasn’t staring,’ earning a soft chuckle from you. You rested your cheek on your knuckles, flashing him a coy smile, “What is it, Suki?”
You knew what it was. It was hard to pretend not to when your hair kept falling in your eyes. He was practically seething every time you tucked a stray strand behind your ear.
“Y/n,” Denki cooed with a cheeky smile, “your hair is so cute like this.”
“The hell was that dumbass,” Katsuki snarled, sparks flying from his palms as he balled his fists. “The hell do you mean ‘like this?’ Her hair is always cute!”
“Yeah, but now I can run my fingers through it easily,” you egged him on with a sly smile. You combed your fingers through your hair before flipping it back over your shoulder, “see, baby?”
“Shut the hell up! I’ll run my hand through with some damn water and make your curls come back! Walkin’ round like some wet dog-.”
“Excuse me,” you said in a warning tone, raising your eyebrow. Denki mumbled a quiet ‘still cute’ before taking the chance to run off. “Wanna say that again?”
“Tch, you know what I mean!” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest with a childish huff. “You better not’ve fucked up our curls, or I’ll murder ya.”
“Ooo big scary words coming from the man that’s gonna be playin’ with my hair later.”
“Eh, you keep talkin’ like yer big shit, and I’ll just make you sweat it out instead.”
Deku
Is in absolute awe
Like- wow
“So that’s… how’d your… does your quirk help your hair grow?”
You have to explain shrinkage to the poor baby
Cause he can’t wrap his head around it
Like where’d all this extra hair come from
“It’s pretty- but not any prettier than usual.”
“I’m not saying this looks worse or anything-”
Please save him
He really wants to compliment you
“Zu,” you squealed, desperately trying to push him away as he tried to capture you in his shirt. “Stop it! Ugh, I feel like you’re tryna give birth to me or somethin’!”
Izuku giggled, pressing you closer to his bare chest as he covered your head with this shirt and jacket. “No can do, sweetheart. Gotta help you protect all your hard work.”
It was absolutely pouring, the rain leaving Izuku’s hair a sopping mop of a mess. “Izuku Midoriya, it’s water! I won’t melt!” You poked his ribs teasingly, pressing your cheek against his chest despite your protests.
“You’re so sweet; you coulda fooled me.” Izuku’s calloused hands found their home on your hips, guiding you as he walked you toward a covered area. “Hey, uh, sweetheart, you think you could flatiron my hair some time? Wait, no! Teach me how to flatiron hair!” He peeked his face into his shirt, “so I can maybe, y’know, help next time. I like helping with your hair. And not just when it’s like this! I like when you have curly hair too. Or maybe I just like your hair cause it’s yours. Y’know, sometimes it’s like it has its own quirk. That was stupid, sorry.”
“Zu Zu, you’re rambling again. Stop being so nervous,” you pinched his side playfully. “Course I’ll teach you more bout my hair, baby. It’s cute how invested you are.”
“Well, of course, I’m invested! I love you, and I gotta be the best boyfriend I can be if one day I’m gonna marry you… if you let me anyways.”
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Chaos Magnet
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: None :)
Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.
Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤
“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.
“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.
“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”
I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.
“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.
“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.
“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“
“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.“ She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.
“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“
Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”
That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.
“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.
“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“
There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”
For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.
“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“
Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”
“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“
She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.
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contact: yuuji | 19 - the party pt II
SYNOPSIS: during your second year of uni you have the misfortune of sharing a class with terushima, a loud and irritating party boy. he’s mouthy, fake, and full of himself, everything your mysterious texting buddy isn’t. but as time goes on and terushima begins expressing new sides to himself never before seen, you wonder if everything is as it seems.
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you gasp, looking up at him. your heart is pounding to the beat of the music and you can hardly form a coherent thought. “what?” you ask, breathless. terushima holds your gaze, steady. “you’re fucking with me. is this some kind of joke?” though your words are accusatory, your tone is anything but- you’re far too surprised to be angry.
“no,” he says quickly. “no, no. i swear to god, i’m not kidding. please. i have the texts. i can prove it was me.” gently, he grabs the hand not currently holding your cup. “are you upset?”
“am i upset?” you ask, a laugh escaping your lips a little crazily. “terushima, i can’t even think right now, there’s no way i can manage being upset.” blowing out a deep breath, you try to put your thoughts in order. “okay. we need somewhere quiet to talk.”
taking advantage of the hand he gave you, you tug him through the house, dodging around people. hinata catches your eyes and tries to mouth something at you, eyebrows wiggling, but you can’t stop to try to figure out what he’s saying.
on your way through, you set your drink on one of the counters then continue to your room, unlocking the door in one smooth movement. the door shuts and all of the noise immediately moves down to a manageable level, allowing you to think. letting go of terushima, you spin around to face him.
he’s looking around, eyes wide. one small part of your mind is trying to tell you that he’s in your room, but you shove the thought away. you can’t focus on that right now.
“okay,” you say, “so you’re- yuuji?” your voice catches a little, and his gaze snaps to yours.
“yes,” he says quietly. “i am. when you texted me, i just panicked, and i just interacted with you. you would never talk to me and while i wanted to respect your boundaries, i really wanted to show you i wasn’t as awful as i used to be. i didn’t think it would lead go all of this.”
“this being…”
“well, really getting to know you,” terushima says, “and falling for you even more.” again, you’re speechless. it’s like a special power of his or something.
“oh boy,” you mutter to yourself, resisting the urge to run your hands through your hair. “so you’ve liked me all this time? since first year?”
“yes.”
sitting down on your bed, you sigh, looking up at him. “okay,” you say. “let me get this straight. you were dared to dump your drink on me in our first year because you thought i was cute, leading me to hate you while you liked me, and then i accidentally texted you and you texted back and then we talked and i fell for you over the phone and then you’re… here?”
“um, that sounds about right,” terushima says with a nervous chuckle. “wait, you fell for me?”
“that’s what you chose to focus on?” you ask, and he nods a little, chuckling again.
“so are you upset? i’d understand if you’re angry.”
“no,” you say finally. “i’m not angry. or upset, really. if anything, i’m relieved. i was starting to like both sides of you and that was really throwing me off. and really, i feel a little stupid now. people literally told me it had to be you- seriously, second year, first name yuuji, etcetera. i mean, you were even at that volleyball game! oh my god, i literally talked shit about you to you! ugh, i’m so embarassed.”
terushima smiles then, and again, you’re breathless. seriously, this guy is good. “don’t be,” he says. “and i’m glad you’re not angry. i was so scared to tell you, but i knew i had to. kuroo and kenma figured it out and kuroo said he was going to tell you if i didn’t.” his eyes widen and he looks at you, panicked. “wait, i was going to tell you anyway. i didn’t only tell you because of kuroo.”
“i know,” you say, cutting him off. as you continue to look at him, it strikes you just how ridiculous this whole situation is. it’s like something from a bad fanfiction. giggles begin to overtake you, and before you know it, you’re almost crying, clutching your gut. terushima is laughing too, bent at the waist from the force of it, and he looks really, really attractive. without thinking, you stand, pulling him up with you.
kissing him is better than you had expected. not that you had put much thought into it before, nope, none at all. you sigh against him, pausing to breathe, still out of breath from your laughing.
“this is crazy,” you say, grinning. “so are we doing this, yuuji?” he jolts, and you somehow manage to smile wider. “we dating?”
“i mean, if you want, then yeah,” trying, and failing, to be sauve, terushima flicks his eyes to yours. “we can do that.” he clears his throat, and again, you’re pulling him to you. his lips move against yours in perfect tandem, but the moment is broken by your door swinging open and a giggling couple freezes, looking at the both of you.
“sorry,” one of them choruses, shutting the door again. oh yeah, you had forgotten to lock it.
“thank you for telling me,” you say in the silence after the door clicks into place. “i appreciate the honesty and all the other stuff you’ve done for me. i’m really happy everything resolved itself. but,” you say, lowering your voice in warning. “never lie to me again. i don’t know if my heart can take it!”
“you’ve got it,” he says, and oh, yep, the two of you are kissing again, and that tongue ring definitely is a plus.
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Love Bites
Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader, ft. Mark Lee | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance
Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.
Warnings: Smut, vampire sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking. For the sake of the plot, Y/N is slightly intoxicated in this fic (drunk sex). Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.
Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on daily basis.
You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence in secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t really identify them as a threat. You perceive things in a similar way. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can co-exist in peace. That’s what you believe.
So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the cute guy—probably still in his early twenties—who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greet each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, “Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s too cute to be a serial killer anyway.” Which, you realize soon enough, was a poor, terrible logic on your part.
But you turn over his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.
So clearly, you do not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you do not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for research purposes). And you most clearly do not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, not caring when trails of blood start to taint her bare shoulder and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.
So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:
Oh shit.
“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your own. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by the sight of him with his eyes turning as dark as the night. His brunette hair is made of curls and waves, seems unbelievably soft and silky with bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in hurry with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is). His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his v-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.
Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh, so you’re not a vampire drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck?”
He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”
You retract your hand, giving him a formal nod. “Cool.”
“Cool?”
“Yeah, as in, no problem. You have a kink. I understand.”
“No, I mean—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, somewhat dizzy from your reaction. “Why are you so calm about this?”
You frown. “I’m confused. Would you rather have me freak-out and tell our landlord that you’ve been spilling maiden’s blood on his carpet?”
“Well, no, but—” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Also, I’m a professional. I don’t leave stains.”
“Congratulations, I’m impressed.” You clap your hands twice, face blank. “Well anyway, I guess I owe you an apology. I didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment without permission and disturb your…” You scratch your cheek, attempting to find the right word. “Late night snacking time—”
“Oh, God.” He rubs his palm over his face but before he can protest any further, his lover is calling him from the inside of his room.
“Lee Donghyuck, come back to me. I haven’t come yet.”
You stare flatly at him, trying not to look as judgmental as possible but most likely failing terribly at it. “She sounds nice.”
He mirrors the look on your face. “Yeah well, she tastes nice.”
“Ugh, too much info there, buddy.”
“No, I mean, her blood, not—” You’re not sure whether vampires can blush but this one surely seems like one. “Why did you even come here again?”
“Oh, that’s right.” You remember. “This is totally cliche and I wish I could say a better excuse but I was making coffee and ran out of sugar. Do you have some I can borrow? And maybe some cream?”
“Seriously?” It’s supposed to be a sarcastic response, but when he sees you nodding your head, he adds, “Do I look like I drink coffee in my spare time?”
“You spend eternity without drinking coffee?” You gasp, laying a hand on your heart. “I feel sorry for you.”
“Leave. Please.”
***
On the next evening, you find yourself crossing the hallway and knocking on his apartment’s door again. Knowing how patience has never been one of your virtues, you try to turn his doorknob after your third knock. Like last night, it’s unlocked with a click so you invite yourself in, calling his name.
“Lee Donghyuck, are you here—”
“I really need to fix that stupid lock.”
The sound of his voice startles you when he suddenly walks into view, but not as much as the sight of him with a white towel hanging around his neck, his wet hair dripping water to his bare chest, and another towel wrapped around his waist.
He notices you’re staring so with a small smirk, he comments, “So you’re fine seeing me with human’s blood on my face but completely left in shocked when I’m half-naked?”
You put your best effort to act unfazed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do know us vampires can tell when you’re lying, right? We can hear your heartbeat.”
“And yet, you didn’t hear me coming into your apartment last night.”
“I was…” He narrows his eyes. “Distracted.”
“You mean you were too horny to notice.”
“You—” He exhaled loudly, perhaps a habit he invented to make him seem more human. “Why are you here again today?”
“Can’t I greet my neighbor?”
He snorts loudly but walks away, throwing himself on the couch. “Seriously, why aren’t you surprised about this?”
“About you being a vampire? Or about your God awful taste in women?”
“Yeah?” He mocks back, making a face. “As if your boyfriend Mark Lee is any better.” When he sees a blush blooming on your face, he snickers. “Enlighten me, Sweetheart. How does it feel to have a lover that only last for one minute during—”
“Okay, I’ll take my words back. Everything. Can we move on, please?” You try to yank yourself back to your normal state, even when you feel downright ashamed. “So, this vampire thing. How long have you been a vampire?”
“Long enough.”
“How old were you when you first turned?”
“Young enough.”
“How often do you drink human blood?“
“Often enough.”
You glare at him, earning a sly grin in return. “You’re not taking me seriously, are you?”
He sends you the best serious expression he can manage. “Serious enough.”
“Right, okay, I’m leaving. Have fun being an asshole for eternity.”
But the second you turn around in your heels, Donghyuck is already on the other side of the room, closing his front door and leaning his back against it. “Now, now, you come in as you please, uninvited. You don’t think I’ll let you go just like that, right?”
You raise an eyebrow in question. “What do you want?”
“I think it’s something that we both want.” He steps closer, voice sounding smooth and alluring. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
You gulp, suddenly becoming nervous. He’s an arms reach away, and then closer, and closer until you can feel his cold fingers tracing against your cheekbone, lifting your face so his eyes are locked with yours.
“I’m—” You can feel your breathing starts to stutter. “I’m not giving you my blood.”
“But it’s not blood that I want from you.” His eyes are half-lidded, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this so much lately.”
Your heart feels like a ticking bomb inside your chest. “A-about what?”
“About our rent. Do you want to move in together so we can split the rental fee?”
***
It’s both ridiculous and dumb, his offer to move in together for cheaper rent, so it’s even more ridiculous and dumb when you agree to it. There are several reasons that make sense, actually—at least, to you anyway: 1) your neighbor may be a vampire but he’s super hot and although that doesn’t make everything okay, it does make his offer sound incredibly tempting, 2) your landlord is going to raise the rent in the following two months, 3) your part-time job’s salary can only cover so much of your living cost and you have no savings whatsoever, 4) if you can ignore the fact that he brings random girls at night for midnight snacks, he becomes much, much hotter.
Of course, there are risks to think about as well. Sharing a place with another person can bring trouble, so you can only imagine how troublesome would it be to share your home with a vampire. What if he gets too thirsty and starts drinking from you instead?
You gulp. The thought of it is actually kind of… sexy.
Mark. You mentally slap yourself in the head. You have a boyfriend. Stop crushing on your damn neighbor.
Well, there is nothing serious going on with Mark actually. You guys were just lab partners in high school, went on a couple of dates, had a terribly awkward first kiss, had a heavy make-out session with him ejaculating under one minute when you dry-humped him on the couch of your living room.
So yeah, nothing serious.
“My apartment or yours?” You ask after a week has passed by, the second he opens his door for you. “Your apartment is bigger, but mine is cleaner.”
“Whatever you want, Sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t mind as long we can split the fee.”
“Yeah, why is that? You’re running out of money?”
His smirk instantly falters. “Well, it’s not exactly easy for vampires to get a job these days.”
“You literally have superhuman skills.”
“Well, you guys have the technology!” He throws his hands in the air, absolutely disgusted with the word by the sight of it. “And the Internet! Sure, I can run pretty fast, I have super hearing, I can see in the dark but these fucking technologies can do literally everything I’m capable of—and everything I’m not capable of—with only a few clicks!”
“Do you need a hug?”
He’s still pouting but shrugs. “Can’t hurt.”
“There, there.” You give him a pat on his back as he leans down so you can reach his height. “I’ll teach you some basic stuff to get you updated.”
“Thanks.”
“You’ll get through this.” You pull away, squeezing his shoulders. “So, about moving in together. Shall we talk about house rules and stuff?”
“Sure, but before that,” he smiles, opening his door wider for you. “Come in. I don’t bite.”
It’s something about him using that poor choice of words with that teasing smirk on his face that makes your stomach feel uneasy but you nod and let yourself in. As he closes the door, he adds, “Unless it’s what you’re into.”
“Getting my blood drunk by a vampire?” You scoff, trying to steady your racing heart though he can probably tell already. “Why would it be something I’m into?”
“Well, my ladies surely enjoyed it,” he chuckles and you secretly think to yourself, yeah because you’re fucking hot, that’s why, but you keep yourself ignorant on the outside. “But if you’re ever curious,” he coos, eyes nearly glowing as he pushes his bangs back with one hand, “I’m down anytime you want.”
You shudder, but from disgust or excitement, you’re not sure. “Thanks, but no thanks. So, house rules?”
***
It turns out to be shockingly easy to share an apartment with an undead creature of the night. Your source of information regarding vampires are from the collection of your young adult supernatural novels, ranging from something serious like Interview with The Vampire, to something mediocre like The Vampire Diaries, and something absolutely ridiculous and downright outrageous like Twilight. So it’s not really surprising when your first assumption of vampires are dead people who look unusually pale but strikingly attractive, have constant frowns on their faces as they brood over literally everything that’s happening as if they’re constipated all the time (they’re not, since vampires don’t have that bodily function anymore) and kill people in their spare time by sucking their blood dry.
But Donghyuck isn’t like that at all, to the point you have to convince yourself that he’s a century-old vampire and not a brat going through puberty.
Because Donghyuck isn’t pale, his skin is tan as if he was kissed by the sun when he has been hiding from it his whole life. It’s smooth, unscarred, and almost golden under the fluorescent light of your apartment.
He’s not heartless either. He cried during watching Hachiko even when the dog owner was still alive and well, shouting, “Bad shit is going to happen. Bad shit is going to happen to the dog—look how cute that dog is—look just how fucking cute he is—he doesn’t deserve any pain—if this dog dies by the end of the movie, I will combust,” to the screen. So the thought of him killing someone by sucking their blood dry? Seems very unlikely.
And he’s not broody or angry all the time. He’s extremely playful and annoyingly mischievous. He keeps his stock of blood in empty bottles of red wine and places them inside the fridge with a handwritten note that says: “It’s really just wine, Sweetheart. I bought some as a housewarming gift. Come take a sip.” You did, once, out of curiosity, and from that day on you promised yourself that you’d never ever trust his words for as long as you live.
Being a monster, he should’ve been the cause of fear, but in reality, he gets scared from a lot of things—even the things that shouldn’t scare a baby. You will never forget the day when a loud crash came thundering from his room, two seconds before he came barging into yours, screaming with wide eyes, “THERE’S A COCKROACH FLYING IN MY ROOM!”
“And what did you do?”
“I THREW THE TV AT IT BUT THAT FUCKING THING STILL LIVES!”
“WHAT?! But that’s our TV!”
“IT WAS FLYING TO MY FACE AND I PANICKED—WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”
Even a butterfly that sneaks in from the window makes him jump on his feet. It was cute the first two times it happened, but seeing how he keeps on throwing random things—your phone, included—to keep the bugs away, you probably should start adding another house rule.
Speaking about rules, they’re pretty basic. It’s settled that you’ll both do your cleaning separately. No borrowing things without permission, no spending too much time in the bathroom because although he doesn’t need to go to the toilet, Donghyuck enjoys drawing himself a warm bubble bath for hours, as he takes a sip of his ‘red wine’. And you’re fine with him bringing girls over to your place as long as he does his midnight snacking in his own room. You were against it before but then you figure that you’re going to have Mark in your room from time-to-time (your date night is cheaper this way) so you really don’t have the right to forbid him.
But man, if only you could take back your words.
Because when Donghyuck said his ladies surely enjoyed it when he drank from them, you didn’t think that they would enjoy it this much. And you didn’t think that drinking blood from a human equals having sex with them all night long.
The sound of “Aah, yes fuck me just like that,” and “Bite me again, Lee Donghyuck, I want you to bite me as hard as you fuck me,” can be heard coming endlessly from his bedroom whenever he brings a girl—sometimes even two, for God’s sake—over. You have to plug your AirPods into your ears, blast the volume to the maximum until you can literally feel your ears going deaf while pulling a pillow over your head. And even then you still can hear them. Your apartment has excellent sound-proofed walls so your neighbors don’t really hear the loud screeches they’re making, but for you who sleeps in the room just across the living room? A living hell.
Fortunately, it doesn’t happen every day. It doesn’t happen every week, even, since he always keeps some stocks of blood in the fridge.
“Did you take this blood from those girls?” You grimaced one night, as you opened your refrigerator to slide in your pudding leftover and noticed three huge bottles of red wine completely filled up to the brim.
He laughed, waving a hand. “Of course not, stupid. How could I even do that in the first place? I bought some blood bags from the hospital, obviously.” He was sitting on the couch before but when he delivered his next line, he suddenly stood behind you, lips hovering dangerously close to your ear. “And just in case you’re wondering,” you could feel his smirk grazing your earlobe. “I only drink directly when I want to have sex.”
The heat was spreading almost immediately to your cheeks so you hid it by throwing a punch to his stomach, which he easily dodged. “Still,” you complained, “There’s blood in my fridge.”
“Hey, I never complain when you keep your celery juice in there.” He scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t eat or drink human foods, but who the fuck drinks celery juice?”
***
Donghyuck is also exceptionally talkative, you’ve learned along the way. It’s nice to have someone to fill the silence, moving from one random topic to another, never letting an awkward pause hang for too long. But he can also be exceptionally annoying when you have some papers to do and he’s bothering you because he’s bored out of his mind. He’ll start pestering you with questions—unimportant questions—like, “If you only have one eye, are you blinking or winking?” Or “Why is it that when you are sleeping it's called drool but when you are awake it's called spit?” And the stupidest of them all, “Why did Superman wear his briefs on the outside of his tights? This question intrigues me.”
And you’ll eventually start to lose it, throw a pillow to his face and yell, “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
But by the end of the day, it’s really fun to have him around. Not just because you can secretly enjoy the sight of him coming out of your shared bathroom with only a towel hanging low around his hips, but also because he’s a vampire and you can spend your time doing actual research about it.
“So,” you began one day after the sun has set and he crawled out of his room with the biggest bird's nest on his head. You had a romance novel on your lap, your fingers running through the pages. “Are you like an actual vampire or are you the romanticized, somewhat gay vampire they usually depict in books?”
“Well, I’ve never been with a man but I don’t really oppose the idea.” He took a seat beside you on the couch, laying his feet on the coffee table. You kind of just stare at him, not exactly judging his words, just… bewildered.
He noticed the look on your face. “When you’ve lived for a century, you gotta learn how to keep things interesting, even if that means having a dick in my mouth.”
“That’s…” You swallowed. “Not exactly something I want to imagine.”
“You should, though. Try picturing me with your boyfriend Mark for a sec. Don’t we look hot together?” You had to look away when he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You just had to.
“So, these vampire books you said you read,” he went back to the previous topic after cackling for a whole ten seconds at the flustered look on your face. “How do they depict us exactly?”
“You’ve never read one?”
“Have you ever read any books about humans written by vampires?”
“Fair point. Well, it said that vampires couldn’t see themselves in the mirror.”
“Myth,” he replied, leaning his head against the couch. “I can see myself in the mirror and I like seeing myself just as much as you do whenever I come out of the bathroom.”
You almost blurt out the cinnamon cookie you just ate. “Excuse me?!” You cough, eyes starting to get a little teary. “Who said I like looking at you?”
“You don’t?” The way his eyes twinkled made you a little bit weak. A smirk grew apparent on his face. “You sure about that?”
You cleared your throat, flipping another page of your book. “Next question,” you continued, ignoring the soft laugh he emitted. “Do garlic, holy water, and silver scare you?”
“They don’t scare me,” he clicked his tongue, vexed by the way you composed your words. “I just don’t like them.”
“Right, so that’s a yes. Do you have to be invited in to be able to enter someone’s home?”
He tightened his jaw, quietly murmured, “Yes.”
“Can you read someone’s thoughts?”
“No, but I can tell how they’re feeling through their heartbeat.” His eyes were boring into yours, lips curving upward. “Like you, for example. I can tell that whenever I’m around you, your heartbeat runs just a little bit faster.”
You glanced away, rubbing your nose. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Ah,” he showcased his perfect marbled teeth as he grinned knowingly. “Just like that. Your heartbeat is increasing again. Are you lying to me, milady?”
“You’re freaking annoying, you know that?”
“It’s part of my charm.”
“Speaking of that,” you immediately said, knowing it was the perfect chance to avert his attention to another topic. “Can you charm someone?”
“With these looks?” He gestured to his entire body. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” But when you started scowling at him, he added, “But if you’re talking about mind compulsion, yes, I am able to do that. I can erase and alter people’s memories, even controlling them only by making eye contact.”
“That sounds pretty convenient.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like doing it.” He shrugged, staring at the ceiling with droopy eyes. “Hypnotizing them to get what I want just doesn’t sit right with me. I want to feel a connection, you know?”
“So doing one night stands with vampire groupies is the perfect way to earn that connection, I suppose?”
He tilted his head, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “You really know how to attack someone’s pride, huh?”
“Part of my charm,” you mimic him with a nod. “Okay, next question. Can you die with a wooden stake piercing your heart?”
He rolled his eyes. “Everybody dies with a stake in—what is this, an interrogation?”
“Do churches—”
“Okay, Sweetheart.” He closed your book, smiling at you though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I think that’s enough. My turn.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, not really pleased with the way he just suddenly changed the direction of your conversation. “What do you want to know?” You indulged him anyway.
He tilted his head, propping his elbow on his thigh, fingers tapping against his cheek as he rested his chin on his palm. Gazing at you intensely, he asked, “Are you a virgin?”
It didn’t take even a split second for you to blush. “T-that’s—What kind of question is that—”
“Ah, so you are.” His smile grew a bit larger, but you weren’t sure whether he was amused, aroused, or just excited to mock you about it. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me a lot lately? Because you’re curious?”
“For the last time,” you emphasized, though your heart was hammering against your ribcages. “I wasn’t looking at you. I never—”
“You’re adorable when you lie,” he snickered, a lopsided smile painting his face. “Your heartbeat sounds like you just did a marathon. Are you okay?”
You threw your book at him, successfully wiping the smirk on his goddamn perfect face, and raced back to your own room.
“Ah, she’s really cute.” Was the last thing you heard him say before you slammed your bedroom door behind you.
***
For a vampire, Donghyuck’s presence is as bright as the sun, always managing to lift your mood whenever you’re too stressed about your college assignments or too exhausted from your part-time job. Of course, he’s also the cause of your stress more often than not, but whenever you get into a fight with him—usually because he’s so disorganized and you’re too obsessive to keep everything in order—it doesn’t last long and ends up with him making you the best dinner you’ve ever had to compensate, even when he’s not the one at fault.
Donghyuck doesn’t consume human food but he makes the best cuisine you’ve ever tasted in your life. And also the sight of him wearing your pink apron while humming to a Michael Jackson’s song with his bangs tied to the side using your hairclip is really, really something to behold—which is weird because that obviously doesn’t scream sexy in any way, or masculine even, but it makes your stomach do somersaults most delightfully.
“Dinner is served, Milady,” he says, laying down a plate of Spaghetti Aglio e Olio in front of you, making you gawk at the sight. “And it’s special because it contains a lot of garlic—seriously, like a lot. I had to put some gloves on and everything.”
“You’re an angel.” You nearly cry and it’s not an exaggeration. “I can’t believe you did this all for me.”
“Well, I haven’t really thanked you for covering my rent last month so…”
“It’s fine, you can pay me back later.” You take a hold of your fork, already wetting your lips in anticipation, and waste not a second longer before you dig in. When the cheese melts inside your mouth, you almost moan in joy. “Oh my God, this is so good. I love you.”
He chuckles, suddenly standing behind you, leaning forward so he’s next to your ear. “Yeah? How much?”
You raise your silver spoon in the air and he immediately leaps to the other side of the kitchen, startled and scared out of his mind. “Hey, that’s not nice! I thought we’ve talked about this!”
Rolling your eyes at him, you take another spoonful of it. “Man, you should really make a job out of this,” you comment. He only cooks whenever he feels sorry for you for going through a hard day—whether it was because of him or something else—but if that’s what it takes to have this magnificent dish entering your mouth, you don’t mind suffering more often.
“I really should, huh?” He takes a seat on the kitchen counter, his legs dangling a few inches in the air. “I’m really running low on money.”
“I thought vampires were supposed to be rich and like, noble.”
“You’re confusing us with Aristocrats.” He grieves. “Do you think I can get a night shift at a restaurant downtown?”
“Oh, I actually know a place. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”
“Like on a date?”
You almost drop your fork. “Why do you have to make everything weird?”
His cheeky grin is contagious but you’ve become a master of handling your expression. “I just like seeing you blush,” he confesses. “Have I told you how cute you are?”
“Today? Not yet,” you mutter as you munch on your food. “Yesterday? Approximately two hundred and thirty-five times.”
“Then I’ll try to break another record today.” He throws you a wink.
“Shut up and let me eat in peace, please.”
***
“Donghyuck-ah.”
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop posting a goddamn selfie every ten minutes!” You almost throw your phone to his face but since it’ll be a waste, you decide to throw your shoe instead. “I didn’t teach you how to use Instagram for this!”
Donghyuck easily dodges every single thing you’re throwing at him. “Didn’t you tell me to promote my cooking skill? That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“How does this—” You show your phone’s screen to him, almost smacking him on the face with how fast and hard you’re doing it. You slide your thumb over his Instagram feeds, showing more than fifty different pictures of his close-up face and he just made that account two days ago. “—promote your cooking skill?!”
“But, look,” he guides you, clasping his hand to yours so you’re both holding your phone. He taps from one picture to another. “This is me holding a spatula. This is me boiling water and this is me pouring barbecue sauce—”
“Oh my God.” You almost yank every hair out of your head—or out of his head. “I follow more than four hundred people and all I can see is your damn selfies!”
“Correction, my damn cute selfies.” He pecks your cheek. “You’re welcome, babe.”
But all jokes aside, it actually works. His adorable selfies—no matter how bad you hate to admit it—are attracting more followers each day that by the time a week has passed by, he has gained more followers than you (and you’ve had your account for three years, shame on you).
And on the following two months, he gets his first endorsement deal.
“I can’t believe this,” you say, gaping as you stare over his shoulder to look at his phone’s screen, shamelessly reading his direct messages. He’s getting an offer to become a brand ambassador for this little bakery with a cover photo of a lady with chubby cheeks baking cupcakes. “I can’t believe there are people crazy enough to hire you.”
“Hey, privacy!” He immediately stands up from the couch, covering his screen with his palm. “I could’ve been sending nudes!”
“You’re sending nudes?”
“Well, not my nudes.” He rolls his eyes.
“How is that any better?!”
“Look, I’m busy. I got a gig.” He grins proudly. “I’m on my way to becoming a celebrity, babe. Do you want my autograph now before it’s too late? I could sign your bra if you want. I mean, I’m totally down if you want me to sign your tits, but if you ever think that could be awkward—”
You smack his head with a spatula.
***
It’s your first date night after nearly half a year of not contacting Mark due to him going overseas for student exchange, and you’re nervous for various reasons.
First, you haven’t told Mark you’ve been sharing a place with a guy.
Second, you certainly haven’t told him that this guy is a vampire.
Third, you absolutely in any way cannot tell him that you’ve been secretly crushing on this guy while your boyfriend was away studying.
And last but not least, you know that if anything happens tonight, whether it ends up with you fighting with Mark or finally losing your virginity to him, Donghyuck can hear every single thing.
So you barge into his room, hand laying on the front of his bedroom door as you push it open. “Donghyuck-ah.”
Like always, he’s laying idly on his bed, head almost dangling on the edge of it with his phone in his hands. “Yes, baby?”
You sigh, rubbing your temple. “How many times should I tell you? Don’t call me that.”
“You’re not my baby anymore?” He fakes a loud gasp. “I am shocked.”
“Mark is coming over tonight.”
His movements stop abruptly. “I didn’t realize you were still with him.”
“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He’s been nothing but sweet to me.”
His eyes lose the mischievous spark he usually displays in them. “And yet, you keep drooling over my body. Can’t say I’m not hurt.”
“I never—” You exhale loudly, throwing your head back. “I’m not going to have this argument again. He’s coming over tonight to have dinner—”
“But you’re a shitty cook.”
“By dinner, I mean take-outs,” you admit your defeat. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a favor.”
“Sweetheart,” he calls, turning over to his stomach so he can face you without having to see you upside down. “I know I said I wanted to make things interesting, but having a threesome with you and Mark? So suddenly like this? Don’t you think it’s gonna be a little awkward between us? I barely know the dude. You should at least tell me what kind of person he is, whether he likes action movies or romantic ones, whether he blames someone else when he farts—I need to know him before I have his dick in my mouth.”
Talking to him gives you headaches, you should’ve really come prepared. “Are you done?”
“Do you still want me to continue? Okay, well—”
“Shut up, please for the love of God, shut up.” You should take your leave before he starts yapping again. “Look, that super hearing thing you do? Can you turn it off just for one night?”
“Sure thing, click,” he says, snapping his fingers near his ear. “Done. Now I’m deaf.”
You flatly stare at him. “I’m serious.”
“Whaaaaat? I can’t heaaaaar youuuu.”
“Hyuck!”
He groans loudly, rolling his eyes. “Well, it’s not like my ears have on-and-off buttons I can just switch, okay? What do you want from me?”
He’s right, there’s nothing you can do. “Then, can you leave the apartment for the night?”
He opens his mouth wide, hand going to his chest. “You’re kicking me out from my own apartment? This is heresy!”
“Donghyuck-ah, please!” Great, now you’re stomping your feet like a child. “I just really need some privacy for tonight.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get laid, aren’t you?” He raves mockingly, but his eyes are somewhat bitter. “Seriously? With that guy? I think you could do so much better, Sweetheart.”
Vexed, you jeer back, “Yeah? And who do you have in mind? You?”
You’re not sure whether it’s your words or the way you say them because his eyes suddenly turn darker, almost glowering at you but it only happens for a second or two so you’re not sure if you even see that clearly.
“Well, it’s not my business, is it?” He casually chirps, smiling at you again though something still feels off. “Don’t worry, I won’t eavesdrop on you two. I have a lot of kinks but voyeurism isn’t one of those. You won’t even notice I’m here.”
“You…” Something feels really off with the way he’s acting. It’s like he’s visibly upset but trying to act nonchalant about it. “You’re sure?”
“You have my words.”
“Okay then.” Whatever it is, you figure you can deal with that later. “Well, I’m gonna take a shower.”
As you shut the door behind you, uneasiness starts to fill your chest.
***
Your date with Mark is going well. It’s going so well, even, that you end up lying on your bed, perfectly naked, lips swollen from his kisses, with him hovering on top of you, both breathless and speechless.
And unfortunately for you, also clueless.
He has a packet of condoms in his hand, and no matter how embarrassing it is for you, you already have your legs spread on the bed, waiting for him to… well, do whatever it is he’s supposed to do. Perhaps it’s okay for you to be clueless about sex because guys usually take the lead, right?
Wrong.
“Okay, wait, let me just—” Mark’s fingers are shaking due to anxiety. His poor, innocent mind cannot handle being so painfully turned-on and awkwardly embarrassed at the same time. Your boyfriend has always been awkward with literally everything, which kind of makes him adorable but it does not come as cute—not in the slightest—when he’s doing the exact opposite of what’s he’s supposed to do. Somewhere deep in his mind, he probably knows that he’s supposed to tear apart the packet sexily with his teeth, put the condom on within seconds, and thrust into you as painlessly as possible. But in reality, what’s currently happening is he tries to catch the condom that flew out in the air after he managed to tear the packet apart with his shaky fingers. He then progresses to try putting on the condom for approximately fifteen minutes while flinching several times when he accidentally slaps the elastic band against his cock.
The whole thing is a fucking disaster (no pun intended) and all the passion, desire, and arousal that you once felt swirling in your stomach vanish in an instant. And when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, it does, because being a virgin himself, Mark doesn’t really know where to, for the lack of better words, put it in.
“Mark?”
“Y-yeah?”
“That’s my asshole.”
So with a reassuring (fake) smile, you lay a hand on his chest and gently push him backward, trying not to wince in chagrin when you suggest, “Maybe we should stop and try again some other time?”
You two dress back into your clothes in silence and after you escort him to your front door, Mark tries to kiss you at the same time you’re leaning in for a friendly hug so it ends up with him knocking his teeth against your forehead.
When he’s gone, you close the front door with a sigh, pressing your spine against the wooden surface as you soothe the pain on your temple away with your fingertips. It doesn’t take long before Donghyuck peeks his head from behind his door. Noticing you’re alone, he steps into the living room, leaning against the wall just a couple of meters away from where you’re standing.
“So,” he begins, acting casual, “How was the date with—” He suddenly bursts out laughing, one hand holding his stomach as he nearly tumbles down to the floor, cackling like a mad man. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped but man, did he really put it in the wrong hole? Oh God, this shit is just beyond me, man.”
With your shoulders slumped forward, you walk back into your room, trying to gather back the pieces of dignity you have left.
***
“You know what I should do?” Donghyuck asks with a game controller in his hand. To stop him from making fun of you and your terrible incident with your boyfriend, you’ve borrowed a PlayStation from your cousin. Even though he claimed that he despised technology, Donghyuck is actually brilliant when he puts his mind to it. It doesn’t take more than two hours for him to master the game, already adapting to every button of the controller, even manages to land a few high scores in the last ten minutes. He used to prefer to live in the old school way, but that soon changed after your influence.
“Pray to God for forgiveness so He won’t send you to hell?” You offer, as you take a seat next to him on the carpeted floor, crossing your legs, eyes staring idly at the screen.
“Cute, but no.” He clicks some buttons aggressively, trying to reach yet another high score. “I should become a historian. I mean, I’ve seen things happened with my own eyes—the first world war, the second world war, the birth of Jesus.” He sneaks a glance, but seeing no reaction coming from you, he juts out his lower lip in disappointment. “It’s cruel that you don’t indulge me with my jokes these days.”
“Oh, so you want me to respond? I thought you just liked hearing yourself talk.”
“Heeeeeey,” he hisses, leering at you. “I know you’re hurt that your boyfriend tried to butt-fuck you but don’t throw this all on me.”
Oh my God. “Right, then let’s try this.” You have no choice but to please him this way before he destroys whatever is left of your pride. You do a quick search on your phone, throwing a random question from what you found in the article. “Who led our country in 1950?”
“Easy. The guy with the bald head. No, wait, is it the skinny one with the huge mole on his neck?”
“Name, Hyuck. I need a name.” You exhale in exasperation.
“Oh, I got it! The one with the annoying high-pitched voice!”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?”
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to remember shits that happened seventy years ago?”
You give him a look, eyes staring at him lifelessly. “You’re right, you should totally apply for the job. You’ll nail it.”
***
“I can’t believe this.”
“Saying that multiple times won’t really change anything, Sweetheart.”
“I can’t believe this,” you repeat, this time while standing up from the couch, slamming your fashion magazine down to the table. “I can’t believe our air conditioner broke when it’s nearly thirty degrees outside! Aren’t you hot?!”
“Am I hot—” He snorts, flipping a page of his novel. Yes, it is actually quite bizarre that he spends his spare time reading. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m hot. Haven’t you seen the number of girls I brought into this place?”
“Ugh, God!” You plop back into your seat, throwing your head back in vexation. “What are you even reading?”
“That vampire book you talked about yesterday.”
“Which one?”
“The one that’s interesting.”
“Oh, Interview with The Vampire?”
“No.” The way he rolls his eyes as if he’s disgusted with your guess is beyond you. “Twilight.”
“Oh my God, stay away from me.”
“What—this is actually good!”
“These vampires sparkle under the sun—aren’t you, at the very least, offended? Because I’m livid and I’m human.”
“That’s what makes it interesting, actually,” he retorts, eyes moving back-and-forth as he reads through a passage. “They’re so different than us in real life, so it’s like seeing through a new perspective. I’m Team Jacob, by the way.”
“Good Lord.” You palm the side of your face. “You’re more than a hundred years-old but you have the taste of a teenage girl going through puberty. I’m ashamed of knowing you.”
“You’re just cranky because of the weather.”
“I’m literally dying.” You can feel sweat drenching your back, all the way to your shirt and you just took a shower twenty minutes ago. “You’re lucky you’re immune to temperature changes.”
“Then wanna sit on my lap?”
Your ears must be playing tricks on you. “Excuse me?”
Donghyuck sighs, closing his book and throws it away to the side. Turning to you, he repeats slowly, dragging out every syllable. “Do. you. want. to. sit. on. my. lap?”
You send him a blank stare, annoyed. “I heard you, asshole. I’m not an idiot. I’m just shocked at your offer. You’re really going all out in harassing me these days, aren’t you?”
“What—” He throws his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’m a vampire, remember? I have cold skin. Here,” he takes one of your hands, sliding it down his shirt as if it’s nothing, and presses it against his stomach. “Can you feel it?”
All the blood rushes to your face, making you feel lightheaded but also conscious of how his skin feels under your palm. It is cold, though not as cold as he’d made a big deal out of it. It’s like the room temperature during the spring season, at most. But compared to how sizzling it is right now, his skin is nice to the touch, relaxing even.
But all that thought just goes straight out of the window when he shifts on his seat and you can feel his abs muscles contracting.
“Whoa,” he stops, looking at you. “Are you okay? Your heartbeat is insane.”
You smack him on the head and try to suffocate him with your cushion. It doesn’t work since he doesn’t breathe, but at least it can stop him from seeing how red your face is turning.
But when another day passes by and your landlord is still taking his sweet time trying to find a cheap handyman to repair your AC, you decide to take on his offer. You know it’s weird for roommates to cuddle but, as you try to reason within yourself, you will be sitting on the-sexiest-man-you’ve-ever-witnessed-with-your-eyes’ lap, your back pressing against his (hopefully) bare chest, and snuggle close until your body heat is no longer screaming at you in agony. You don’t really see any problem with this. After all, you have been imagining how it would feel to sit on his lap every time he does that manspreading thing on your couch.
So really, what’s there to lose?
“Okay,” you begin, standing in front of him in an already awkward position. “So, how can we do this without being weird about it?”
Donghyuck tilts his face up, leaning his back against the couch, phone in his hand. “Do what?”
“Do…” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “You know, what you offered yesterday.”
“Hmm?” He raises his eyebrow in question, but the way one side of his lips is curving upward betrays his act. “I forgot. What exactly did I offer to do?”
“You’re seriously going to make me say this out loud?”
“Baby, I’m clueless.” His smirk grows wider, his voice filled with allure. “Please. Enlighten me.”
He’s toying with you, that’s for sure. And no matter how much you want to feel those arms around you, there’s no way you’re gonna let him degrade you like this. “Fine, then forget it,” you sulk, turning around on your heels with your scarlet cheeks puffed out but Donghyuck laughs in the most innocent way when he’s clearly nothing like that in reality. Calling your name in a sing-song voice, he circles his fingers around your wrist and tugs you back until you tumble down to his lap.
“You’re never honest,” he says, his velvety voice suddenly only a whisper away. His arms are tied securely around your waist, pulling you close until you can do nothing but lay your back against his chest. “But you’re cute so I forgive you.”
You can’t form a word, too busy trying to compose yourself. You can’t hear his heartbeat—since he’s the creature of the undead, obviously—but you assume with the proximity you’re being, you would’ve definitely heard it if he had one.
You didn’t notice it before but now that you’re sitting on his lap, your palm pressed against his thigh for stability you realize that he’s wearing black ripped jeans with holes that are oh so terribly distracting. If you dare to move your finger, you’ll be able to trace the smooth skin at the inner part of his thigh.
You gulp hard.
You can hear him snickering behind you. “Thinking about something dirty?”
You almost swallowed your own tongue. “What—no!” Flapping your hands in panic, you almost fall from his lap but his fast reflex won’t let you, as he embraces you tighter, making you fall back to his chest with a small oof.
“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he chuckles lowly, his lips grazing against your earlobe. “This is nice. We should do this more often. You fit perfectly in my arms.” He says his line with sincerity with no trace of humor or teasing in it, which effectively make you curl your toes in bashfulness.
“You’re gonna have a heart attack if you keep your heart rate going like that, Sweetheart,” he titters.
“Yeah, well,” you try to push him away by pushing your palm against his cheek. “Unlike you, I don’t really spend my time snuggling with the opposite sex, so of course I’m nervous.”
“You’re sure it’s not because of me?”
“Absolutely. In fact, I’d most likely have a bigger reaction if Mark was the one holding me instead.”
The way he suddenly goes stiff intrigues you, but you don’t dwell on it. “Is that so?” He simply retorts back, tone suddenly becoming cold and it makes you feel uneasy.
“So, uhh…” Your breathing tatters when he becomes mute, only the sound of the ticking clock on the wall can be heard. “Wanna watch a movie?”
He only hums, placing his chin on top of your head. Since he’s always so talkative, it gets really tense when he’s quiet. “Did I offend you or something?” You question.
“I don’t know, did you?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”
“Then let’s just leave it at that.” Seeing how you keep fumbling with the remote in your hand, he snatches it away and proceeds to switch the channels. “We’re watching Twilight.”
“Nooooooo, not again!”
But his arm, as he raises it high in the air, is longer than yours so you can’t steal back the remote no matter how hard you try. And as you jump up and down, shifting back and forth on his lap, Donghyuck warns, “I don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose, but if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get a hard-on.”
You immediately stay still, hands tucked neatly on your lap, chest thundering. “You—Why—” You shake your head, flushed. “How can you say things like that?”
“Things like what?”
“Sexual things like that.” The more you reveal your thoughts, the harder you blush. “Don’t you have any shame?”
“What, I can’t be honest?” He snorts. “I didn’t mean to harass you or anything. Just letting you know in advance. It’s completely a guy thing.”
“No, it’s not just that. You always flirt with me—calling me baby, telling me how I look cute all the time when you don’t even mean it—“
You’re interrupted with a loud sigh accompanied by an impatient groan. “Turn around, look at me,” he orders and his tone is irrefutable. When you turn slightly, making eye contact, Donghyuck has his eyebrows furrowed, almost glaring at you. “I know you’re gullible, and I know you’re dense when it comes to things like this but I swear to God, if you don’t start taking a hint, I’m going to have to push you against the wall and kiss you to prove my point.”
You’re dizzy and nauseous, and your stomach is flipping like crazy and you’re conflicted between believing him or laughing at him because although he looks dead serious right now, you can’t help but wonder what if, after you give in to your feelings, he sends you that signature cheeky grin of his to reveal he’s just joking all along? You’re not even brave enough to imagine, even when the vivid image of him pushing you against the wall, his knee slipping between your legs while he brings your wrists over your head, holding them still with one hand is enough to keep you awake for hours.
So you decide to take the easy path. “Okay.”
He blinks. “Okay?”
“Okay.” You shrug, acting casual. It’s really a miracle that you don’t stutter when you deliver the next line. “You told me to take a hint, that’s what I’m doing.”
He raises one of his eyebrows, confused. “Just like that? You’re not gonna say anything more? Or do anything about it?”
“Nope.”
Slowly, there’s a shift in his expression. He shakes his head, tongue protruding against the inside of his cheek both irked and amused. “You’re really something.”
Surprisingly enough, he leaves it at that. Though it’s somehow uncomfortable, you follow his lead and just lock your eyes to your tv screen as he chooses his movie.
You have no interest in watching Twilight—absolutely nothing, zilch, zip, nada!—so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when your eyelids start to become heavy in the first thirteen minutes of the show. You would’ve fallen asleep way sooner though, if you weren’t too distracted with the way he laid his hand on your thigh, sometimes unconsciously rubbing or squeezing it with his palm when he got a little bit bored with the scene, making your breath hitched in your throat.
The room’s temperature is still hot even when it’s in the middle of the night, successfully making your bangs stick to your temple but Donghyuck is quietly humming something to himself. Soft, melodious sound is resonating from his chest directly to your ear and you begin to drift away, floating into your dreamland.
***
“Hey, wake up. It’s almost morning.”
Your bleary eyes are greeted with the dim light of the room. The TV in front of you has already been switched off so the only thing that can be heard in your apartment is the buzzing sound coming from your fridge and the faint ticking clock.
“What time is it?” You rub your eyes, not aware that you’re still sitting on his lap, with your spine leaning against his chest. It’s until you feel his arms loosening around your waist that you begin to think, oh fuck, what have I done?
You immediately jump off his lap, tripping over your feet but manage to hold your balance by placing a hand on the coffee table. “Why didn’t you wake me?” You screech, face aflame. “You kept holding me in that position all night?”
“Yeah.” He stretches his arms above his head, cracking his neck. “I wanted to wait until you wake up by yourself, but you know, the sun is about to rise.”
You’re still pretty much flabbergasted by the whole thing. “You really should’ve woken me up.”
“Well, you seemed like you were having the best sleep you’ve ever had.” He stares at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Was it that good being in my arms?”
You’re about to explode. “Okay, wow, look what time it is.” You try to look at your wrist and mentally slap yourself harder when you realize you’re not wearing a goddamn watch. “A-anyway, you really should go back to your room before it’s too late.”
He shakes his head, chuckling at your stupid antics as he stands up from the couch. He ruffles your hair once, making a mess out of your strands before he heads back to his room. As he slides open his door, he spares you a glance over his shoulder. “Hey.”
“What?”
“You kept calling my name in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”
Whether it’s true or he’s just flirting with you to get your reaction, you don’t want to know. “Just go to your room!”
***
A few moments after the sun sinks below the horizon, Donghyuck comes out from his room with bleary eyes and his shoulders slumped forward.
“Good morning, Princess,” you joke, your hands busy mixing coffee powder, sugar, and milk to make your own version of Dalgona coffee. Donghyuck scratches the back of his head, his eyes are barely open as he heads to the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance. When he opens the fridge, he groans loudly, noticing that he forgot to restock his red wine. He slams the door with a loud huff, drags his body to the dining table, and sits down with his cheek pressed against the table. Seeing how you’re not paying him any attention, he groans again, louder and whinier this time.
“Okay, what?” You ask, leaning your back against the counter, a cup of coffee in your hand.
“I’m thirsty,” he grumbles, jutting out his lower lip.
“Then drink.”
“I don’t have any money to buy even a bag of blood. Why do they have to make it so fucking expensive?” He pouts. “I mean, I can always steal one but I’m scared of being caught.”
“Scared of being caught? You, with your superhuman speed and strength?”
“Well, they have those security cameras installed all over the place! I don’t want to get arrested or worse, go viral!” You resist the temptation to roll your eyes at his nonsense. “These fucking technologies, man, I swear to God, they’ll be the death of me someday.”
“Then just go outside. Our town is filled with walking blood bags.”
He groans again, now pressing his forehead against the table. “Man, the effort I have to make just to survive. I’m so done with drinking blood from slutty girls. They’re bitter.” He sticks out his tongue at the memory.
“Yeah, why is that? Why do you only drink from them?”
“Because they’re the only ones who’ll agree in a heartbeat.” His voice is muffled as his lips are brushing against the surface. “Also the sex isn’t too bad if you can ignore how annoyingly loud they are.”
“Trust me, I’ve tried.” You grimace at the flashback. It really has been a while since he brought one of them back to his room and you were ecstatic about it, knowing you were the only girl he had been giving his attention to. “Why don’t you just compel someone to give their blood? You can erase their memories too after you’re done.”
“I’ve told you, I don’t like doing that. It makes me feel like a monster.”
It’s cute, you suppose, the way he tries his best to defy his nature. “Then…” You tap your fingers against the mug, somehow feeling uneasy. “Why don’t you try being in a relationship with someone? I’m sure they’ll be willing to give you their blood if they like you that way.”
“Yeah? With who?”
“I don’t know, like…” Your cheeks grow hot, bringing your face down to hide your eyes behind your bangs. “Maybe just someone you like.”
“Are you volunteering?”
The way he suddenly has you backed against the counter, trapping you inside his arms, and whispers seductively with his lips almost grazing your own make you jump on your feet, your cup slipping off your fingers, crashing to pieces when it hits the marbled floor.
“Careful!” Donghyuck holds you by the waist, stopping you just a split second away from stepping on the broken glasses. You realize your hands are fisting against the back of his shirt, embracing him for support without knowing. You pull away immediately, clearing your throat.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you,” he says, letting you go. “I mean I did, but not like this.”
You sigh. “It’s okay, just step away. I need to clean this up.” He tries to help but you won’t let him, because having him in such proximity is going to blind your senses, unable to function properly. Even just thinking about the way his strong arm fits the curve of your waist already makes you lose focus that you end up cutting your finger with a shard of glass.
He catches the little surprised yelp that escapes your lips and immediately bends down to check on you. “See, this is why I told you to let me clean up instead,” he complains, carrying you to the sink and drenches your finger with running water. “Let me see.” With a hold around your wrist, you can barely do anything but to let him examine your cut thoroughly. “Well, it’s not deep but it’s… still…”
Noticing how he trails off, you look up to check on his face seeing how his eyes are now glowing a bit brighter, his lips parted as if in awe from the way droplets of blood seep from your fingertip, trickling all the way down to your palm.
“Hyuck…?”
His eyes are drifting back and forth from your face to your cut and you know where this is going but when he brings your palm closer to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the blood off your skin, you nearly collapse to the floor.
“Hyuck—” You hiss, cheeks reddening as you try to retract your hand but his hold is firm on your wrist. He licks his way up before he brings your fingertip inside his mouth. Donghyuck has his eyes closed, a moan almost falls from his lip when the coppery taste taints his tongue. He sucks on the wound, wanting to taste more, to rip your skin apart with his teeth and—
“Hyuck!”
He blinks awake, shocked when he sees your face painted with fear. His fangs are drawn out but he immediately retracts them back before you get a detailed look, his face flushed as he takes a step back.
“S-sorry—” He looks away, rubbing his nape with shaky fingers. “I didn’t mean—shit I really have to go—I have to drink—” and when you blink your eyes, he’s vanished from your sight.
With your heart thundering inside your ribcages, you lean back against the kitchen counter again, your legs trembling under you.
That was close. So fucking close.
There’s a fear growing inside you but it’s not from the memory of him with his fangs extended like the true monster that he was. You’re not scared of him, you’re scared of yourself because you know you want him, you want him in any way possible. You want him to belong to you, to be with you, to be desperate for your touch, your blood, your presence, your everything, just as much as you are about him.
You bury your face in your palms. I am so fucked.
***
Hours turn into days and days turn into months, and before you know it, it has been a year since he moved into your apartment. The friendship that blooms between you feels nice and you want to keep it that way but it’s getting hard when he keeps on bringing random girls in skimpy dresses back to his room. You used to be furious by how loud they were being, but now you’re pretty much angry just simply by imagining him being with someone else. And it doesn’t even have to be sexual—just picturing him bonding with another person, even when it’s not as strong as what you two have, manages to irk you so much.
The thoughts of him keep revolving in your head no matter how hard you try to push them away. It even puts your relationship with Mark in jeopardy, as you can barely pay him any attention. It doesn’t surprise you at all when he decides to break things off, saying something cliche like, “I think we’re better off as friends,” and “It’s not you, it’s me,” which in normal circumstances will piss the hell out of you but when that happens, you simply just reply, “You’re right. Let’s be friends.” And there are no hard feelings—no feelings at all, even, which is weird considering you were only a month away from having your first anniversary with him.
Now that Mark is out of the picture, you can finally bring all of your attention back to Donghyuck. But the more you think about it, the more you’re not sure about the whole thing. He’s a vampire, isn’t he? What future do you expect to have with him? Let’s say you date him and things go well with your relationship, and then what? He’s going to stay young with that cute, boyish look on his face and you’re gonna be all wrinkled and gross, how are you ever going to be able to stand that? What if he wants someone prettier than you? What if he gets bored?
Or maybe it’s just lust you’re feeling. You don’t love him, you’re just physically attracted to him. That’s right. Strictly physical.
And yet, as you see him dressed up in a white buttoned-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, running a hand through his hair and pushing back his bangs to showcase his temple, you thought: fuck.
And when he smiles at you, as he places a plate filled with the exact dish he knows you love down to the dining table, saying, “I went ahead and did some research about you. I was about to buy you some presents but I thought it would feel more personal if I cooked something for you so,” and stopping to gaze at you with tender eyes before he adds, “Happy birthday, Sweetheart.” You thought: Jesus fucking Christ, just marry me already.
Donghyuck goes all the way with everything, from placing scented candles on the table, playing soft music in the background, even escorting you to your seat, pulling your chair back for you, and placing down a napkin on your lap. It’s too much for your poor brain to comprehend, and your chest is suffocating from all the feelings swirling behind it and Donghyuck looks so beautiful—almost goddamn ethereal even—in that shirt, in that hairstyle, in the dim light of the room.
“You’re not hungry?” He asks when a few seconds have passed by and you haven’t munched at your food like a caveman—because that’s what you usually do.
“I’m—you—” You splutter, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before you try again. “You look nice.”
You can already tell that he’s about to say something along the line of “But baby, I always look nice.” So when he just softly smiles back and thanks you about it, telling how you look just as nice when you know you look like a storm just hit you, you’re pretty much lost for words.
“You seem exhausted,” he comments, frowning in concern. “Hard day at work?”
You can’t trust yourself that you won’t start rambling nonsense again while answering his question so you decide to just reply to him with a timid nod.
“Why are you so nervous?” He laughs, eyes turning crescents. “Your heartbeat is going through the roof again.”
You loathe yourself for being so transparent. “I’m nervous because you’re suddenly being so nice. I can’t help but think you have a hidden agenda or something.” That’s a lie. A complete lie.
And you’re sure he knows it. “And what if I do?” He asks, raising an eyebrow seductively. “What kind of a hidden agenda do you think I have for you?”
Why is it so fucking hot in here?! “I don’t know…” You start fiddling with the fingers you have on your lap. “Drinking my blood, maybe?”
His expression is a mystery to you, even when his smirk seems familiar. “And would you be okay if that’s true?”
You can’t answer but fortunately for you, Donghyuck lets out a chuckle, telling you he was making a lame joke. You force yourself to laugh but it sounds like a wheeze so you stop before it gets even more humiliating.
Donghyuck walks to your side with a bottle of wine in his hands, sliding glass to your side as he says, “Wine, milady? It’s not blood, I swear.” And you believe him because this time, the liquid seems more ruby than crimson.
“You really need to relax,” he comments as he leans his back against the edge of the table, raising the glass of his usual red wine in the air before he clanks it gently against yours. “To the cutest, sweetest roommate in the world.”
You immediately take a sip to hide the blush that creeps up your face, flinching when the burning, mildly bitter flavor hits your tongue. You’ve never drunk any alcohol in your life and although this first experience feels rather unpleasant, you keep chugging more of it down your system.
“Does it taste good?” He asks, secretly smiling to himself as he witnesses how fast you’re drinking the whole glass down. You shake your head in response, which earns another laugh from him.
You’re not sure whether it’s because it’s your first time drinking alcohol or you just have a low tolerance when it comes to it, but you can feel yourself getting both lightheaded and drowsy. Donghyuck who takes notice of that, move you to the couch so you can rest more comfortably. “I better take this away,” he says, circling his lean fingers around your wine glass but you push him away.
“No,” you say, eyes a little bit unfocused. “I’m fine. Pour me some more.”
“Don’t you think it’s enough?”
“Just another glass, Hyuck, don’t be a bitch about it.”
He’s taken aback but collects his composure within seconds. “All right, just don’t blame me for it,” he states as he pours you another one.
“I have a question for you, Lee Donghyuck,” you coo as he takes a seat on the coffee table, facing you. “Does everyone’s blood taste the same to you?”
“It differs, actually,” he answers, taking a sip of his own drink. “But only faintly. I’m not that picky about it.”
“And how does it feel having your blood sucked by a vampire?”
“You’re asking the wrong guy.” He sways his head from side-to-side in amusement. “I mean, of course, I can have my blood drunk by another vampire but I’m not that kinky. I know some vampires who are into that kind of shit though.”
“Well, by the sound of your girls screaming like they were giving birth, it’s either very painful or very…” The sight of him staring at you intently, taking in your features, nearly throws you off tracks. “Pleasurable.”
There’s an awkward pause and silence hangs around to fill the space before Donghyuck speaks again. “How come you’re asking me these questions?”
“Because that’s all I’ve been thinking about,” you confess, not sure why, but you’re feeling very brave at the moment. “And it’s not just about you drinking my blood, but more about you entirely. You know what I mean?”
Donghyuck places his glass down on the table, leaning towards you. “Not sure, but I’m all ears.”
“I… just…” It’s getting harder to speak when he’s so close, you can start locating every tiny mole he has on his face and his neck. The small one near his Adam’s apple is the one that distracts you the most. “I just think we’re compatible with each other, you know? And I’ve never enjoyed someone’s company this much before. You’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re both endearing and freaking annoying at the same time—how is that possible?”
But Donghyuck isn’t laughing. His eyes are deep and dark, raking over your profiles with so much intensity but when he swats the bangs out of your eyes, his touch is tender. “What else? Tell me more.”
You lean closer to his touch like how a kitten would, making him gulp slightly at the sight. “I get so vexed whenever you spend your time with anyone else. I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re just friends but I can’t help it.” You sigh, rubbing the side of your face with your palm. “It’s so fucking tiring to think about you this much when I can’t have you.”
You’re too lost in your own thoughts that when Donghyuck reaches out a hand to touch your face, you jump in surprise, spilling wine all over your blouse. “Shit, this is my favorite shirt,” you whine, sliding your glass down to the table. “Can you get me some tissues?”
But what he does is lifting your body with both of his arms and carry you to the bathroom. You cling onto him with a yelp, trying to keep yourself away from falling even though you’re sure he’s perfectly able to hold your weight.
Donghyuck places you down on the bathroom counter, your fingers dangling at the edge of your sink. Sitting up straight, you begin to feel conscious of your surroundings. “What are you doing?”
“It’s your favorite shirt, right? We need to wash the stain before it sticks,” He explains, his fingers going to your collar. You nearly stop breathing when he asks for permission to undress you, “May I?”
You swallow hard before you weakly nod.
He takes time unbuttoning your shirt one by one when you know he can rip it apart easily with one finger. He’s so gentle, his touches are paper-thin but whenever his icy fingertips make slight contact with your skin, it sends electricity to every inch of your body.
When he manages to untangle the clothing from your body, you’re only left in your bra and your black satin lace cami top. You can tell he tries to be polite by not staring at what you’re wearing, and instead immediately drags your blouse to the sink, drenching it with water.
“Where did you place the detergent again?” He asks, reaching up over your head to check on the top cabinet and he’s so fucking close that you can see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he speaks. And it’s really, really tempting to just lean over and—
Donghyuck flinches when he feels you sinking your face in the crook of his neck, mapping your lips on his skin, breathing in his scent. You don’t know how vampires usually smell like but Donghyuck reminds you of summer even when you’re not sure how summer smells like. It’s funny how you’re not making sense, even in your own thoughts.
Pushing you away by the shoulders, Donghyuck’s eyes gleam in the way you’ve never seen before. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I…” You can’t form a word—you can’t even form a thought as you’re too busy staring at his lips, how smooth they look, how thrilling they must feel against your own. And maybe he’s thinking the same thing about yours because when you lean in for a taste, he meets you halfway.
It’s warm and it doesn’t make any sense, because the rest of his body is icy cold but as you press your mouth against his, all you can think about is how his lips are warm and soft, so fucking soft and delightful and maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you but you don’t care.
You breathe heavily through your nose, yanking at the collar of his shirt so he’s closer to you than he’s ever been, and you tilt your head slightly, angling your face so you can meld your lips deeper against his. He instinctively reacts by holding the side of your face, fingers slipping between your strands, tips curling around your nape.
He kisses better than any man you’ve ever been with and you’re sure he’s better than any man you’ll ever date in the future because Donghyuck knows what he’s doing, even when he’s caught by surprise.
Sliding your hand up to his chest, you can tell how his skin stands in contrast to the warmth of his mouth and it makes you shiver, your breathing rags, and you moan into his mouth, tracing your tongue along the puncture of his fang that’s still retracted, almost as normal as a human’s but something inside you tells you it’s not going to stay that long if you continue doing this.
So anticipation builds inside you because there’s absolutely no way you’re going to stop what you’re doing.
But Donghyuck is surprisingly more chivalrous than he looks. He pulls away, giving you a few inches of space to break the attraction. It’s not enough, your mind is still heavily clouded by the thoughts of him, so you reach up to kiss him again, catching his lower lip between yours.
“No, wait,” he says, voice sounding breathy though he doesn’t breathe. He circles his fingers around your wrists, holding them down against the counter so you won’t be able to move.
“Let me just kiss you,” you plead, eyes dazed and desperate. “Please.”
His chuckles are soft, almost inaudible. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not, I swear.” It’s horribly embarrassing how you’re itching for his touch as if losing physical contact with him causes you madness. “Hold up your fingers and ask me to count them. I’ll guess it right, trust me, so can you just—” You try to move your hand to pull him close but his grip around your wrist is stronger than your strength. “Hyuck—”
“Look, I want this just as much as you do—” He hisses when you’re using your knee this time, sliding it between his legs, giving him the friction that he needs. “Fuck. I probably want this more than you do, but—” He loses control for a split second, re-attaching his mouth to yours with so much fervor, tongues desperate to taste one another. The way you whimper against him makes him groan, his hand sliding down your thigh and spreading your legs apart so he can fit himself between them.
It’s when his fangs suddenly puncture your lips, drawing a hint of blood and making you cry out in surprise that he wakes up from his reverie, pushing himself away immediately to the other side of the room. You almost topple forward from suddenly losing him to lean on but manage to keep your balance by gripping at the edge of the counter.
Donghyuck turns around, facing the bathroom tiles as he leans one hand against the wall while his other one covers his mouth.
“Hyuck—”
“Sorry, let me just—“ His shoulders are shaking, trying his best to calm himself and the thirst that overwhelmed him earlier. “They’ll go back in a minute.”
“No.” You jump down from the counter, moving to his spot with careful steps. “Let me see them.”
He shakes his head, still not turning around to face you.
“I want to see them, Hyuck.” You place your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently until he finally submits to your touch.
You only ever saw him with his fangs retracted twice in your life but even then, it was always too dark and too fast for you to see him properly. Now, you can take your time.
He’s so fascinating.
His eyes, as they peer into you in concern and uncertainty that he might hurt you, are glowing brightly in the color of topaz and they’re strikingly beautiful that you can barely look at anywhere else. His fangs are larger but he can still hide them behind his lips if needed. It’s the way they become frighteningly sharp that sends a shiver down your spine but you brave yourself enough to reach out to him.
“C-can I touch…?” You hesitantly ask, and he looks conflicted by the question but soon gives you a timid nod. He parts his mouth slightly so you can trace your fingertip along his cuspid, and you flinch as it feels like a knife splitting your skin.
He hastily pulls back, terrified at the thought of hurting you. “You’re okay?”
“Do it with me.”
“What?”
You take a deep breath, your heartbeat going crazy. “I want you to drink from me.”
“You’re crazy—”
“Please.” You lay a hand on his chest, tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck to his eyes. “Just try, Hyuck…”
The glimmer in his eyes shows that he’s yearning to fulfill your wish but he cups your cheek again, telling you, “You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”
“I won’t.” Your fingers find a home in his waves. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time so—”
A high-pitched yelp escapes your lips and you have to muffle the rest of your scream by mouthing against the fabric that covers his shoulder because Donghyuck doesn’t waste any second after he heard your confession. His canines are prickling against the skin under your jaw, just between the earlobe and the collarbone. And it hurts when he sinks them—so, so badly—that tears begin to form almost instantly behind your closed lids. Donghyuck suddenly lets you go, his eyes widening as he gazes at the way blood is gushing through his bite mark. “Fuck,” he says, “How can you taste so—” and he dives in again, moaning rather loudly when the warmth of your blood fills his mouth, swallowing a big gulp each time. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in pleasure, tightening his hold desperately around your waist as if you’re the thread that keeps him alive.
The pain only stays for a few seconds before a rush of endorphin seeps into your skin, running through your veins and pumping euphoria to every inch of your body. You slowly relax against his chest, eyes becoming half-lidded as you go into a trance, heartbeat slowing. You’ve never done any methamphetamine in your life but you imagine that it must feel somewhat like this.
“Hyuck…” You breathe out, feeling a little bit lightheaded, the strap of your camisole falling off your shoulder. You can feel your knees slowly giving out under your weight. “I… I can’t stand…”
He yanks himself away for a second, only to lift you so you can wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He carries you back to the counter, placing you down in the same spot as before, your legs dangling in the air.
“Better?” He asks, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb along your cheekbone. You nod, eyes going down to focus on his fangs again. His lips are painted with your blood, with some of it trickling down his chin. He’s a monster and he definitely looks like one, but his eyes are tender and his hands are silky smooth on your skin.
He slides his hand down to the hem of your camisole, fingers rubbing against the fabric as he peppers soft kisses along your jawline. “Is this one your favorite too?”
“Huh?” You’re having the hardest time trying to focus. “Oh… No, not really.”
“Well, then,” his lips are still sucking bruises on your neck when he rips both of your camisole and your bra with one flick of his hand, exposing your bare chest to the air, making you jump in surprise.
“Hyuck—” You’re silenced with another kiss, and it’s so consuming, so deep, so wild that you nearly sob against his mouth. The taste of copper makes you frown in discomfort but the knot starts to loosen when his tongue darts out to meet you in a messy kiss.
His hand is going down to your breast, cupping the side while he runs his thumb along your sensitive bud, making you rake your nails against his back in response. His other hand is tracing the curve of your waist, going down to your hips before he tears your skirt away, tossing the clothing somewhere across the room, following your previous ones.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he says, hooking his hands at the back of your knees before he pulls your legs forward, pressing his hardness against the wetness of your lingerie. You whine, circling your legs around his waist for stability, and murmurs, “No, don’t stop, please,” against his ear.
It’s not fair that he’s still fully clothed so you frantically toy with the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders with so much eagerness before you roam your lips to every inch of his exposed skin.
Donghyuck licks along the wound of his previous bite, emitting a sinful moan from the back of his throat when your blood sparks ecstasy in his mouth. His fingers are tentatively rubbing you over your lingerie and you beg with your lips muffled by the skin of his chest, “Take it off, just take it off, please—“
You can feel a tiny laugh reverberating from his chest over your desperation but you don’t care. You really are that desperate.
Donghyuck is more than willing to comply, sliding the lingerie down your thighs and you help him push it off your legs completely. You guide his palm to your heat, his fingers immediately sliding between your folds, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit. His mouth finds his way down the valley of your breasts and goes lower and lower until he has his head between your thighs.
You nibble at your lip in anticipation when he presses open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh. Donghyuck makes sure he has his eyes fixed on yours when he dips his fangs into your supple skin, making you quiver with the sensation.
“God, Hyuck.” You’re going insane, you can feel it. “I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me.”
And he probably is too because he’s abandoning all of his self-control at once. The way he sucks bruises on your skin, lapping at the trail of blood that painted your body is almost animalistic, raw passion mixed with lust and uncontrollable desire. He unbuckles his belt in hurry, pushing his jeans and boxers down just low enough to release himself from its confines. You can feel his tip grazing against your clit before he glides his length down your folds, pulling you by the legs so you’re almost laying down on the counter, half of your back pressed against the mirror behind you.
His eyes are hooded but they speak reassurance when they bore into yours. “I’ll be gentle.”
Now that it finally sinks you’re going to do this for the first time, your lustful desire gradually changes into jitters. You nod, permitting him to proceed.
The feeling of him stretching you little by little is absolutely painful and he can tell that too, hissing, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” as his eyebrows adjoin in the middle. You can barely stand the pain and you’re about to stop him by reaching out a hand, but he grabs your wrist and sinks his teeth to your skin.
Another jolt of pain sends tremors all over your body but just like before, another rush of endorphin hits you like a wave, gradually reducing your pain until you’re in haze again, blissful even, but also even more aroused than before, hungry for his touch.
“You’re okay?” He asks, licking the blood that trails down your arm. “Are you still in pain?”
You’re breathing hard but you can feel your heartbeat slowing. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”
His glowing eyes are gazing down at you with desire, intense with lust. He runs his tongue along his lower lip once, smirking as he says, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Even when he said he was going to be gentle with you, he’s doing the exact opposite. Or maybe he is going gentle, which only makes you wonder how wild can he be when he’s not holding back. The thought of him losing control of his mind as he pounds into you senselessly makes you shudder, tightening yourself around his length unconciously.
“My God.” The feeling of your heat enveloping him—squeezing around him—makes him drop his temple on your shoulder, dissolving him into a groaning mess. “You are driving me insane, do you know that?”
“Don’t hold back,” you hold his face, caressing his sharp jawline with trembling fingers. “Just do what you want.”
“But I’ll break you.” Although his eyes seem like he’s about to grant your wish.
You let your tongue slide up from his chin to his lower lip, stopping just to whisper, “Then break me apart, I don’t care,” before you crush his mouth with yours again.
Donghyuck’s thrust is both deep and hard, knocking your breath with each pound as he holds you by your hips, nails clawing into the skin. Maybe it’s the trace of endorphin left in your body that heightened all your senses while at the same time washing all your pain away because everything feels so unbelievably good. His touches, his kisses, his thrusts, and the way he moves his hips faster and faster until you can’t properly breathe—everything feels amazing.
And his voice—God, his voice—the way he moans and grunts against your ear, or when he sprouts expletives while he buries his face deep in the crook of your neck, lips scorching against your skin, makes you think fuck why did I waste a fucking year doing nothing when I can have him like—
You’re interrupted from finishing your thought when Donghyuck suddenly pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss, and turns you around, forcing you to land on your feet again, your stomach pressed against the edge of the counter. You place both hands on the marbled surface as he pulls your hips closer to him, pressing his hardness against your behind as he presses his chest to your spine.
“Come here, look,” he says, holding you by the chin and lifts your face so you can gaze directly into the mirror. He shifts his hand, now holding back your bangs so your eyes are reflected perfectly. “Look how beautiful you are,” he purrs near your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your jawline.
It’s both embarrassing and arousing to see yourself being held domineeringly by him, the curves of your body fit his perfectly even from behind. Your lips are bruised and swollen, blood smears messily around your neck, your wrist, your thigh even on your hips from the way he trailed his coated fingers along the skin.
Donghyuck raises two of his blood-smeared fingers to your lips, mixing your lipstick with your own blood before he slowly drags his fingers away, painting blurred lines of crimson to your cheek. He sighs at the sight, eyes half-lidded as they glow brighter. “If I’m a monster,” he says, voice low and breathy, “Then you’re a fucking goddess.”
You shudder and avert your gaze, ashamed of how sultry you look in the mirror and how sinful his gaze is as they rake over your body. He presses close, completing the dip of your spine with his chest like a matching puzzle. His fingers curl around the front of your neck, forcing you to look at your reflection once more as he licks a stripe up your wound. “We look good together, don’t you think?”
You’re breathing hard, chest heaving up and down with each breath. “Hyuck…” You crave for him to fill you again like before. “Please, just—"
He glides his hand down between your legs, teasing you with small touches but strong and fast enough to make you quiver. “So sensitive too,” he chuckles, nipping slightly at your earlobe. “You’re so fucking cute.”
Before you can retort anything back, he pushes the head of his cock into your heat again, agonizingly slowly at first but slams the rest of it with one snap of his hips.
“I’ve thought about this—about us—I think about you a lot,” he confesses, with low groans interrupting his lines. “You’re really driving me insane with that face of yours, your lips, your voice—whenever you call my name, whenever you pout after losing an argument—the way you secretly stare at me wherever I go—”
“I don’t—” You gasp, thighs trembling under your weight and he wraps an arm along your stomach, holding you still while he pushes in deeper. “I never—”
“And the way you lie just like now, with that blush creeping on your face.” He chuckles, kissing the middle of your shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re so cute—so fucking cute that it pisses me off whenever you talk about Mark when we both know he can’t satisfy you the way I do—he doesn’t understand you— doesn’t get your stupid jokes—” He begins to fall out of rhythm, hips moving faster with each thrust. “He doesn’t deserve you—I deserve you.”
You catch the sight of your reflection, noticing how he sometimes throws his head back in pleasure, his strong hands gripping on the sides of your waist as he rolls his hips again and again, thrusting into you until you can only cry out his name and nothing more. It’s too obscene, too erotic for your eyes to witness, and when he locks his gaze with yours in the mirror, you nearly faint.
“H-Hyuck—” You reach out a hand back, trying to find his for support but he holds your wrist against your spine, pumping into you with strong strokes, leaving you with no options other than pressing the side of your face against the marble countertop, mouth parting in a silent scream.
The sounds of his groans and your whimpers echo through the bathroom walls, along with the sound of your skin meeting his. His teeth prickling against your shoulder, his eyes going to see how you look underneath him in the mirror before he sinks his fangs deep into you, making various sounds of pleasure as he drinks your blood.
The sensation of his thrust, his fingers slightly choking you as he holds you by your neck, and the amount of endorphin that washes over you soon drives you to your release and he embraces you closer, feeling every shake that you emit directly with his body. And maybe it’s from the loss of blood or everything else combined, but your vision starts to blur and suddenly your world turns black.
***
When you wake up, you’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling you’ve seen a million times with your eyes barely open. You’re still pretty much in a haze, not sure if you’re still floating inside your dream or back in reality. It’s until your door opens with a click that you can start to differentiate.
“Ah, you’re awake.” He peeks inside through the door holding your favorite mug, already dressed back in his favorite black tee and matching jeans. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. Can I come in?”
He walks in without needing an answer and, weirdly, he doesn’t seem nervous or awkward when the sight of him already makes you blush fervently and your heart races fast. A flashback comes in like an unstoppable train and you almost reach out a hand to your neck, wanting to know if his bite mark is still there.
The way he acts is so natural that you begin to wonder whether all that happened was simply your imagination. But when you try to move your body, jolts of pain runs like electricity to your bones, making you freeze instantly. It feels like somebody is trying to crack your head open, tearing your body apart and you fall back to the bed, weak and exhausted.
“You all right?” He immediately rushes to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed, checking on your face. “You lost a lot of blood, so I wouldn’t move too much if I were you. I brought you some coconut water, here,” he places the mug down on your nightstand. “And some supplements too. They’ll help with your blood loss. I’ll cook some fish and eggs for dinner later.”
You can only nod, too tired to even speak. His eyes begin to soften, his fingers reaching out to caress the strands of your hair. “I guess I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry.”
“A bit…?” You croak out.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats but can’t help a smile forming on his face. “I tried so hard not to, but you were so cute.” He leans closer, his lips hovering above yours but he rethinks his decision before he closes the gap, and moves to press a gentle kiss on your forehead instead. “You should get more sleep,” he murmurs against your skin. “Call me when you need help. I’ll be right outside.”
And he doesn’t spare you a glance as he stands up from the bed, but the way he trips on his feet once makes you realize that oh, maybe he’s embarrassed about all this too.
“Hyuck.”
He stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder as he lays a hand against your doorframe. “Yeah?”
“Where does this leave us?”
His face slightly goes stern. Turning over to face you, he questions further. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” you pause, wetting your lip in anxiety. “Do you want us to pretend it didn’t happen?”
His eyes darken, somehow seem a bit upset. “Do you?”
“I… Uhh…” The way your heart is beating so fast makes you feel nauseous. “I don’t, but—”
“Then don’t suggest something like that,” he sighs, walking back to your bed again. He kneels on the floor so you’re eye-to-eye, squeezing your hand with his larger one. “Don’t scare me, okay? I finally have you where I want you.”
You look away, attempting to hide your flustered face. “But then, what are we now?”
“I don’t care what we are. I just want us to keep doing this.”
“Doing what, sex? You drinking my blood?”
“No, idiot.” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, yes, of course, that too. Plenty of that. But what I meant was I want to continue to have this kind of relationship with you. Us living together, making fun of each other, having dinners together, even spend hours watching re-runs of your stupid tv shows—”
“They’re not stupid.”
“They’re stupid. I only watch them because of you. You are my favorite show.” He winks, breaking the tension and you blurt out laughing, shoving him playfully by the shoulder. But when your giggle starts to fade, Donghyuck leans in to cup your cheek, smiling softly. “I just want to spend more time with you, as long as you’d let me. So can we have that? Please?”
“I…” You’re so captivated by his features, especially the shape of his lips. “I guess…”
“You guess?” He scrunches up his nose. “You’re playing hard to get again? Seriously? After all the begging you did in the bathroom?” Seeing you blush only makes him want to tease you harder. “What was it that you said? God, Hyuck, I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me—“
“Okay, shut up, geez!” You slap a hand against his mouth, steam practically coming out of your ears. “Yes, we can have that. I’d… love to have that actually.”
Kissing your inner palm, he lovingly smiles against your skin, appreciating your honesty. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, Sweetheart?”
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Prompt: NMJ gets caught in a time loop that makes him repeatedly relive the day Meng Yao leaves for Langya, until he realizes that it's a bad idea and stops him from going?
Time Loop - ao3
Nie Mingjue opened his eyes in the morning and sat up with a yawn, mind already racing ahead to his tasks for the day: getting in some morning saber practice, working on a giant pile of sect business and even more giant pile of work related to the war, making time to write a letter scolding Nie Huaisang (for what, yet to be determined, but inevitable – if he didn’t, Nie Huaisang would complain of neglect), trying to find a replacement deputy (or seven) to do the work Meng Yao did now that he’d headed off to the Jin sect…
There was a lot to do, and even less time to do it in – and moping about it would only make it build up even more. Nie Mingjue sighed and swung his legs to the side, intending to get up and get started right away.
He stopped as soon as he saw the calendar on his desk.
It was the wrong date.
Now, there were two possible reasons for this. The first was, of course, that he’d simply forgotten to mark the day as completed on his calendar yesterday evening, even though that was generally the very last thing he did before bed and longstanding habit had trained him to have trouble falling asleep if he didn’t do it.
They said forgetfulness was one of the first signs of mental decline.
Easy enough to check, though.
He got up and walked to the tent door, cracking it open. “Hey, you,” Nie Mingjue said to one of the guards going by on patrol. “Where’s Meng Yao?”
“I believe at this hour, Viceroy Meng would be checking over the supplies,” the guard said. “Would you like me to call him?”
“Mm,” Nie Mingjue said, because that wasn’t definitive; the guard didn’t know for certain, and he might just be making an assumption based on past precedent. “What about Lan Xichen?”
“Sect Leader Lan hasn’t yet arrived – I believe he’s due in for later today, closer to noon. Did you want –”
“No, I don’t want anything,” Nie Mingjue said, deeply relieved to have identified that he had not, in fact, forgotten to fill out his calendar. “I’m stuck in a time loop.”
“…ah,” the guard said, looking taken aback – he must be new to Qinghe, like many of the cultivators in the army. Like Meng Yao, for that matter. “Is that…bad?”
“No, it’s fantastic. I’m going back to sleep. No one is to bother me all day.”
“But – Sect Leader Lan –”
“Meng Yao can host him,” Nie Mingjue decided. He’d write out Meng Yao’s recommendation letter, put a big red mark on the calendar right now just to make sure he didn’t forget, and go back to sleep for the entire day like he hadn’t done in what must be literal years. “Like I said: don’t bother me.”
-
Nie Mingjue opened his eyes in the morning and sat up with a yawn. He looked at his calendar.
No big red mark.
“Fantastic,” he said, and went back to bed.
-
He slept for four days.
-
“Sect Leader Nie?” Meng Yao said, poking his head in. “Sect Leader Lan is – I’m sorry, are you painting?”
“I haven’t had time for it in ages,” Nie Mingjue said, scowling at the paper. “You know, I thought he was just trying to get out of practice, but actually Huaisang’s right. It really does require quite a lot of dexterity.”
Meng Yao opened his mouth, then closed it again.
After a few more moments, he asked, voice very cautious, “Are you painting a battlefield map?”
Nie Mingjue stopped, appalled. “Is that what it looks like?” he asked. “I was trying for a beaver. You know, the small furry swimming mammal from Xinjiang.”
“No, it looks like a beaver,” Meng Yao said, though now Nie Mingjue wasn’t sure if he believed him or not. “I just thought it might be some sort of – code. Maybe.”
Nie Mingjue conceded that this made sense, given what he was normally like. “No, no code,” he said. “Just a beaver. Thought it’d make for a funny fan painting to give to Huaisang.”
“I see,” Meng Yao said, and seemed to struggle internally for a moment.
“Is this about Xichen’s visit?” Nie Mingjue asked. “You can just show him around yourself if you like. I’ll see him tomorrow, should it ever come.”
“…right,” Meng Yao said. “I’ll – do that.”
“If you want a recommendation to leave to join the Jin sect, you can pick it up on the desk on your way out,” Nie Mingjue said, already turning back to his painting. “Have fun, good luck, kill Wen-dogs. The usual.”
Meng Yao didn’t say anything, just bowed. His expression was very strange.
-
Turned out that painting was a lot harder to accomplish when your supposed ‘friends’ kept trying to spring unwanted and unnecessary medical interventions on you.
Ugh.
-
Actually, that Song of Clarity shit from round 13 seemed really helpful? He’d have to look more into that.
-
Apparently, reading novels was even more concerning than painting.
What, like he wasn’t allowed to have hobbies? What else were time loops for if not to catch a break, damnit?
-
“Oh all right,” Nie Mingjue said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll fix the time loop.”
“You’d better,” Nie Huaisang said, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “What in the world did you do to freak them out at the crack of dawn such that they flew all the way to get me and back before it reset?”
“Uh,” Nie Mingjue said. “Nothing.”
“Did it involve sex?”
“No comment.”
“Did you forget that they’d reset when you woke up?”
“No comment.”
“Just fix the damn time loop, da-ge.”
“That sounds like someone who is not getting a beaver fan.”
“…beaver? Fan? For me? Wait, did you paint it? Da-ge! I want it! No, don’t go to sleep, I want to keep -”
-
“Please sit down,” Nie Mingjue said to Lan Xichen and Meng Yao. “I’m going to need your help on a strategic question of great importance.”
“Anything we can do to help, of course,” Lan Xichen said, and Meng Yao nodded.
“I’m always at your service, Sect Leader,” he said.
“Good,” Nie Mingjue said. “Now – what do you know about time loops?”
-
It took about five days, but he finally managed to figure out how to word the explanation so that it only took as long as a cup of tea to explain and got them to believe him without immediately deciding that he was insane. At that point, they were able to finally start seriously brainstorming solutions.
“We just need to figure out what it is that went wrong and fix it?” Meng Yao asked, sounding dubious. “What is considered ‘wrong’ in this context?”
“Things resulting in massive amounts of death, usually? Sometimes your own.” Nie Mingjue shrugged. “It’s a matter of fate, a natural opportunity to avert disaster; you only encounter one when you’re very lucky. Otherwise do you think my father would’ve died the way he did?”
“…an excellent point,” Lan Xichen said, grimacing. “Very well, let’s make a list of all the things you did, play out the possible consequences to see which ones could potentially result in disaster, and then you can try to change them one at a time.”
“Worth a shot,” Nie Mingjue said.
-
“Good morning, Sect Leader,” Meng Yao said, saluting. “What do you need me for this early? Sect Leader Lan has not yet arrived.”
“I need to talk to you about your future,” Nie Mingjue said. “And what you hope to get out of it.”
Meng Yao straightened his back and blinked owlishly, looking wary. “What do you mean, Sect Leader?”
“You want to go rejoin the Jin sect, don’t you? To earn a position with your father?”
Meng Yao blanched. “Sect Leader –”
“It’s a perfectly reasonable ambition to have,” Nie Mingjue assured him. “Unfortunately, I don’t think a letter of recommendation from me will cut it. I’m too young, and one of his rivals; Jin Guangshan doesn’t give me face – and what will you do if he sidelines you and puts you under someone awful to suppress all your achievements? Wouldn’t it be as good as throwing away your life, ruining your best chance for success?”
Meng Yao frowned. Nie Mingjue was pleased to see it was having an impact: he’d consulted Meng Yao the day before on precisely what wording to use, since his own versions were having no luck.
“I have no objection to your ultimate goal,” Nie Mingjue said. “But we’re going to need to be a bit more clever about it. When Xichen gets here, we’ll put our heads together and think about what we can do to make it impossible for your father to reject you. How does that sound?”
Meng Yao swallowed. “Thank you, Sect Leader,” he said, his voice low and sounding, if anything, a little touched. “I – appreciate it.”
“Good,” Nie Mingjue said, and put a red mark on his calendar. “Also, there’s another issue to discuss involving yourself and Xichen –”
-
Nie Mingjue opened his eyes in the morning and sat up with a yawn. He looked at his calendar.
There was a big red mark.
“Oh good,” he said, and turned around and laid back down.
“What’s good?” Lan Xichen muttered into his collarbone. “Mmm, A-Jue, no, don’t lie down. It’s time to get up.”
“It is not,” Meng Yao said from the other side. “It’s time to sleep in.”
“Listen to Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue said, settling his arms around him. “The world can wait a little more.”
“It really can’t, though,” Meng Yao said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes and starting to sit up, which was obviously the wrong move. “We’re in the middle of a war, and we all have important things to do today.”
“That’s true,” Nie Mingjue said, a little reluctantly. “I owe Huaisang a beaver.”
Meng Yao blinked.
Lan Xichen blinked.
“…it’s a long story.”
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