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#i took a bunch off this time so it was a little weird to look in the mirror and see it this short again bc it had grown out a bit
skenpiel · 8 months
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wwowooohhWHAT THE HELL!!!!! I LOOK JUST LIKE JOHN !!!!!!! i look like a BOY whats HAPPENING….!!!
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prokopetz · 15 days
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Something I love about The Far Roofs is how much of a swerve its premise is if you're coming to it uninitiated.
Okay, so there's these talking rats with a culture of swashbuckling heroism – basic Redwall/Reepicheep stuff.
Also, there's a magical realm called the Far Roofs which exists above every human community, and that's where the rats go adventuring; a little weird, but you can see the precedents in popular fiction. It's like wainscot fantasy taken to its logical-yet-absurd conclusion.
By default, the game wants you to play as a fictionalised version of your (presumably human!) self and go up onto the Far Roofs to have adventures with the rats. All right, now it's coming together: it's like isekai fantasy meets The Muppet Show, with you as the obligatory human character, right?
Then we get to the nature of those adventures: the rats have this whole culture built around questing against beings they call "the Mysteries" – beasties with names like Harpy and Goblin and Unicorn. So basically it's a bunch of muppety rats on the roofs fighting Dungeons & Dragons monsters, and you go up and help them do it. Great.
And then you get to what the Mysteries are actually like, and... well, I'm going to let the following excerpt carry the weight here. (This particular bit of text also appears in a previously published work by the same author, so I'm not giving anything away that's still under wraps.)
Unicorn, which is named Numinous, dwells three steps away and beyond the world, but most often in the Farthest Roofs, where the Steppes of the Sky come down to touch the Vast and Earthen Court. There it is stepping upwards from the world, as it has always been stepping upwards from the world, caught in a moment of transcendent glory that does not complete. It simply is. Melanthios heard the footsteps of Unicorn. Melanthios heard the ringing of Unicorn’s bells. So Melanthios chased Unicorn off to the Farthest Roofs, and Melanthios did not return. Anton and Karel, who were his sons, were wiser than their father. They heard the bells but they did not follow. Instead, they memorized the scent. They gathered swords, and ropes, and nets, and they went out. They brought food and water and all manner of gear. They clung to the roofs with all four feet wheresoever after Unicorn they went. It proved no good. Anton looked up, and Karel to his brother. The world came down— That’s what Karel said. He had time to look away. He had time to bury his head in his paws. He did not see the fullness of Unicorn’s presence. He only saw Anton his brother become unreal. In the light of the moment of the Unicorn, Anton became as a paper figure in the fire. His reality burned out. His shadow seared into the roofs behind him. Where he’d stood, for just a moment, the Steppes of the Sky came down to touch the Vast and Earthen Court; and Anton was gone away. So Karel ran and Karel ran and Karel ran from the Unicorn; and all his life, he envied but was more fortunate than his brother.
These are gods. You're going up there to kill God.
Like, it's still silly wainscot fantasy with funny talking rats, but there's that tension. It's like if Fraggle Rock occasionally took a hard turn to serious cosmic horror – Lord Dunsany by way of Jim Henson – and that tonal juxtaposition was treated as something unremarkable.
Basically what I'm saying is go back The Far Roofs.
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random percy headcanons:
wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.
literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck
his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)
he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it
will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs
the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.
he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it
percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao
back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone
has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on
weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like
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shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao
bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺
can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao
gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.
movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(
percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake
he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it
has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks
grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic
has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.
he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao
he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence
called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week
the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured
has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him
he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.
he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class
currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!
its his birthday<3
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marriedtobigfoot · 7 months
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Steve ends up heartbroken, lonely and depressed after season 2. Nancy called him bullshit, even after he ditched all his old friends for her. Billy Hargrove took his spot at the top of the food chain. He can have it, Steve doesn't really want it anymore. But Steve does want to find some sort of connection. Someone to have in his life who isn't an 11 year old kid he barely knows. He tries to go on a date one night, take a nice-seeming girl to a party. He wants to find connection, to kill the loneliness that's been building for months, but just as he's feeling kind of good about things, his date ditches him.
So. He decides to drink his feelings. He gets majorly fucked up, and ends up laying on the ground in the backyard, contemplating how much life seems to hate him.
Only to literally get tripped over by Eddie Munson, who was at this party selling pot and is very confused as to why Steve Harrington is alone on the ground with a bottle of vodka clenched in one hand.
Eddie ends up chatting a little with Steve, nothing substantial, but enough to know that Steve is very very drunk, and also very very sad.
He asks if Steve wants to go back to the party, and Steve staunchly refuses. He doesn't want to be around a bunch of annoyingly happy people.
He asks if Steve needs a ride home, and Steve just kind of shrugs. His parents just left for another trip, so home is kind of depressing right now too. But he doesn't exactly have any other friends he can stay with so. Home it'll have to be.
Only Eddie can *tell* he doesn't really want to go home, though he has no idea why Steve wouldn't want to return to his veritable mansion after a shitty night. The reason doesn't matter much. He offers to let Steve crash at his place. Steve can take the couch, or hell he can stay in Eddie's room if he doesn't mind sharing, that way he wouldn't risk being woken up when Wayne comes home that morning.
And well, Steve agrees. Can't think of any reason not too. Munson has been nice so far, he's got a good easy-going energy that Steve likes. Why not stay the night.
By the time they get to Eddie's, Steve is *slightly* more sober. Not much, but he's slurring his words a little less, and he can walk with only a little help.
Eddie grabs them each a little plate of leftovers, because he has no idea if Steve's eaten at all. It's quiet while they eat, Eddie doesn't push Steve to talk, and Steve isn't sure what to say. Eventually Eddie sets the plates aside and give Steve an easy grin.
"So, do you want the couch, or are you crashing with me?"
Steve thinks about it for a while. He hasn't shared a bed with a guy-friend since he was a kid, and he's heard rumors about Eddie, whispers in the hall about the way he looks at other guys. But...Steve can't really bring himself to care. He's tired, and he really doesn't want to be alone.
"I don't mind sharing."
Eddie sets them both up in his room, letting Steve choose which side of the bed he wants, and they both settle in. There's a respectable distance between the two of them, and Eddie says a quick goodnight to Steve, figures they won't talk and just go right to bed.
Except Steve isn't sober, and he really isn't in a good headspace, so he can't stop himself from blurting things out into the quiet of the dark room.
"Are you really gay?"
Eddie stiffens next to him, he can feel it, he can hear the way that the other boys breath cuts off and he seems to stop breathing all-together.
"It's okay if you are, I'm not going to be an asshole about it, I'm trying not to be that guy anymore. I guess I was just curious."
It's quiet for another beat before Eddie seems to loosen just a little. He starts breathing again at least.
"Yeah I uh- I am. Gay. And if that's weird the couch is still open, I can-"
"It's not weird."
"Okay."
Steve let's himself mull over this confirmation, and then his mouth starts moving again, without his permission.
"Is it lonely? Cause I mean, it's got to be hard to date in Hawkins. People here are shitty. Unless you've got like, a secret boyfriend or something."
"No...no secret boyfriend. It does get a little lonely sometimes. I'm lucky though, I've got my uncle, and my friends are pretty great. That's enough most days."
"What do you do when it's not enough?"
"Hmmm?"
"When your uncle and friends aren't enough, what do you do? To try and...make it better?"
Eddie is quiet again for a long stretch before he shrugs.
"I try to focus on something else. I'll play my guitar or work on a new campaign, read a book. Something to take my mind off it."
"Oh."
Now Steve is the one who seems tense, his jaw is tight and he's got his arms wrapped around himself. His next words come out as a whisper, but Eddie manages to catch them.
"I don't know how to do any of that."
He sounds almost choked, and Eddie is caught off guard. He's never seen Steve Harrington as anything other than solid, as happy. He's the king, after all. He's supposed to be all smiles and great hair. Only...Eddie's noticed that he hasn't hung out with his old friends lately, that he's eaten alone at lunch too many times to be anything other than strange.
"Steve...are you lonely?"
Eddie expects a denial, for Steve to laugh it off and tell Eddie that he's perfectly fine and fulfilled. Or maybe he expects a shrug, a non-answer. What he doesn't expect is the gut-wrenching sob that seems to tear past the other boys lips.
He doesn't expect to turn and see Steve Harrington's face, a scant foot from his, shining with tears.
He panics a little at the sight.
"Fuck- I'm so sorry-"
"Don't be." Steve tries to wipe his eyes, to hide the tremble in his voice. "Not your fault there's something wrong with me."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like I'm broken man, like nobody can stand to be around me. Tommy and Carol hate me now, Nancy- hell even my own parents hate being at home with me for more than a week. It's like I'm repellent or something. Couldn't even get a date to stick around for a whole night."
And Eddie's pretty sure *he* might start crying now. He'd never have expected this much from Steve, all that sadness to come pouring out. It wouldn't have happened if Steve was completely sober. Without thinking, he reaches out.
Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and waits to see if the touch gets rejected, but Steve seems to lean into him, so he lets his hand linger.
"This probably won't help, but I don't think you're repellent. And that's coming from somebody who your whole group used to torture. I don't know much about you, but I kind of liked having you around tonight."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Steve gives him a tiny smile. His eyes are still wet with tears, and the smile doesn't come close to reaching them. He seems impossibly small here in Eddie's bed.
"I don't know man. I just wish-"
He cuts himself off, apparently deciding his words are too far, but Eddie urges him to keep talking.
"What do you wish Steve?"
"I just wish that... there was somebody out there I could have a future with. Somebody who actually loved me, you know?"
It might be the saddest thing Eddie's ever heard, and he blames that fact for what he does next.
He takes his hand off Steve's shoulders and instead hauls Steve closer to him, fitting the other boy against his chest and wrapping his arms around him. It's a move that might get him decked, but he doesn't think it will. And he'll be damned if he doesn't hug Steve right that second.
He doesn't get hit. Steve tenses for a second, but it's just that one instant before he's melting into the embrace.
Eddie feels more tears falling against his shirt, and he couldn't care less. He keeps Steve close, let's him cry into his chest, runs a hand through that famous mop of hair.
He isn't sure how long it takes for Steve to calm down, but eventually he does. His breathing evens out, and he shivers a little before speaking.
"Thanks man."
And Eddie takes another leap of faith.
"I could be that person, you know."
"What?"
"I mean. You know Im... not straight. It may not be exactly what you're wanting but. I think I could picture a future with you. If you want to, just for tonight...I could be that someone who loves you."
Steve looks at Eddie, like he's a puzzle that he needs to solve, before a other shiver seems to wrack his body.
"Just for tonight?"
It comes out as a whisper, but Eddie hears it all the same.
"Yeah. For tonight Steve."
"I think...I think I'd like that."
Eddie gives him the sweetest smile he can muster, and nods.
"Alright sweetheart."
Eddie isn't exactly sure what it means, to love Steve for the night. After all, Steve is straight. He figures it doesn't matter much though, it's only for a night.
He keeps a hold on Steve, let's him get comfortable tucked against Eddie, and he does what feels natural. He runs a hand up and down Steve's spine, traces shapes into the soft fabric of his shirt. He tangles their legs together, and in a moment of insane bravery he presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head.
He's met with a sigh, full of relief, and figures he's on the right track.
"Just close your eyes Stevie, I've got you."
"Can you tell me about it?"
"Hmmm?"
"The future. You said you could see one. Can you tell me?"
And he asks so carefully, he sounds almost afraid, Eddie can't say no to that.
"Do you want the fantasy future, or the realistic future?"
"The real one."
"Alright then. Well, if I'm not going to be a rich and famous rockstar...I'll probably graduate and get a job somewhere in town. A real job, maybe working on cars or something. I'm good with cars. You'd come over all the time, have dinners with me and with Wayne. You'd have to meet Wayne. And we'd have more nights like this, sleeping close."
Steve let's out a pleased sounding hum, and shifts his face so it's buried even closer in Eddie's neck. He can feel Steve's breath on him.
"We could save up money and get a little place together, somewhere outside Hawkins. I have to stay kind of close, for my uncle, but maybe Indy?"
Steve nods, mutters something about staying close 'just in case'. He sounds like he might fall asleep, so Eddie keeps going.
"We could get an apartment, nothing too fancy. We would get two rooms, so nobody gets suspicious, but we would share a bed most nights. I'd play with my band on weekends, just for fun, and you'd join some little local sports team. I'd make sure to schedule DND nights so that I never miss a single game, even though I don't understand a damn thing about sports. We would come home for holidays, but most of the time it would just be us. I'd take good care of you, make sure you never go more than a few hours without me telling you I love you. I'll show up wherever you're working just to give you a hug and a kiss, and make sure you don't forget it. And I'll annoy the hell out of, but you won't mind too much, because I'll make you happy too."
Eddie can think of more. He can think about so many things. How he could give Steve one of his rings, even if they couldn't legally get married, even if Steve would never want that. Just as another reminder that he's loved. They could take trips together and go out to parties where Steve will never have to worry about getting ditched. Eddie doesn't do things halfway, and he has a hell of an imagination. He could picture them growing old together, if he tried, if he let himself. But this is just for tonight, so he doesn't. Instead he runs a hand through Steve's hair again, and listens to his quiet breathing. He thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he's wrong.
"That sounds nice."
It comes out muffled, spoken into Eddie's neck, but he manages to make it out, and he let's the vibration of it sink into his skin.
*It's only for tonight.*
He has to remind himself, because Steve is just feeling lonely. He doesn't want that future with Eddie, he just wants to feel loved.
But even if it's just pretend, just to help Steve for a few hours, he's okay with that.
Steve may think he's broken, but Eddie thinks he would be easy to love for a long time. Loving him for one night is nothing. He doesn't even have to try.
Tomorrow Steve will wake up sober, and he'll thank Eddie for letting him stay over, and they won't talk about it. Eddie will drive Steve back to his car in silence, and they'll say their goodbyes. They may not talk ever again, they never had before.
But for tonight? Eddie Munson will love Steve Harrington, and Steve? He'll let himself be loved, let himself beleive it. And he'll love Eddie right back.
Just for one night.
And if Steve ever needs it again? Eddie will love him for another night. And Steve will give that love right back. He's got plenty to spare, after all. And there's far worse people he could share it with.
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impishjesters · 5 months
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Pomni, Kinger, Caine & Jax's reaction to their s/o abstracting
warning(s): angst, hurt no comfort, self-blame, "death" of the reader, implied "death"/abstraction of another character (spoiler: Kinger), hopeful outcome note(s): There's nothing incredibly heavy or detailed, just tread carefully if "death" is something you are sensitive to, please. The "hopeful outcome" implies that Caine will at some point in time be able to fix those who've abstracted. A/N: I was feeling particularly cruel and wanted to write some angst, this came to mind and I'll be honest. I made myself a little sad.
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Pomni
She never saw it coming, of course, you were acting different lately but she didn’t think it would… lead to you abstracting…
It took forever for things to get some semblance of normalcy, and you being with her was a major part of it.
Sure the relationship in a place like this was a bit, weird, but you cared about her, and she cared about you.
You kept her sane and grounded, so when you were found abstracted? It felt like she failed you.
Ragatha tries to assure her that you aren’t completely gone. Like Kaufmo you’re being kept in the cellar. Caine claims the abstracted are being kept there until he can find a way to “fix” them. (Whether he’s genuine or not though, none of them know.)
It’s all empty promises though, she still feels like she failed you.
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Kinger
Not again…
Kinger silently promised himself not again, he was fine being friendly with everyone else that fell into the circus, but he had no intentions of being more than that.
But then you happened, and while he was still in shambles from the time and the insanity spent here, you were there beside him. Like a knight in shining armor.
He hadn’t been around when you abstracted, in fact, he didn’t know you abstracted until there was yelling, and boom an abstraction was causing chaos.
Kinger didn’t know who it was until it was sent off to the cellar, actually, he didn’t know who it was until he realized everyone was present except you.
There’s a high probability that losing someone again, losing you, is what ends up being his own downfall. The other’s (not including Jax) try their all to get him to calm down but it’s not enough, it’s too late…
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Caine
Of all the humans to be pulled in he never once got attached.
This was never supposed to happen, he’s incapable of love.
Caine does his best to keep the humans from abstracting, and as many eyes as he has over the place, there are always ones that slip through his grasp.
Of course, he’s not around when you abstract, it takes a bunch of hooting and hollering from everyone before he shows up and oh hey an abstraction.
At an immediate glance, he knows it’s you, abstractions never remotely look like the person they were before but he knows it’s you. You don’t recognize him as you lash out, of course you don’t, you can’t.
He’s unsure about tossing you with the others in the cellar, there’s nowhere else he can truthfully keep you without causing problems. So into the cellar, you go.
Caine visits you though, not for long but he does check in on you. Not that anything changes, but out of all the abstractions down there, he knows exactly which one is you.
You’ll be the first human he fixes as soon as he’s able to.
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Jax
His s/o abstracted? Nice joke, though it’s in poor taste. You’re completely fine, he just saw you earlier.
Jax doesn’t believe it until he sees it, and seeing it absolutely ruins him. He’s seen countless others get abstracted and thrown into the cellar, but why, why does it have to be you?
Why couldn’t it have been literally anyone else? He didn’t give a shit about anyone else, the one person he cared for, and you…
Similarly to Pomni, he feels it’s his fault like he could’ve, no should’ve done more. Was he so wrapped up in everything else that he didn’t notice the signs? Why didn’t you talk to him? You didn’t, didn’t do that on purpose, did you?
For the first time ever, the others are genuinely worried about Jax, they all saw/know how much you meant to him. The two of you even spoke fondly about what the two of you would do if you got out of the circus.
For a while Jax becomes even more irrational and unhinged, they try not to hold it against him too badly, even when he oversteps. He’s grieving and none of them know just how long that’ll go on.
Jax isn’t quite the same afterward, but he makes sure that nobody else tries to worm their way into his heart.
If it’s possible, he’ll make sure Caine fixes you the second he’s able to. Even if Caine can fix only one person, it’s going to be you.
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spiceofvy · 4 months
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SKZ - Reader getting hurt during Sex
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cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw, comfort, no angst, reader getting hurt, slight dom!Chan, minor mentions of blood (Minho, Felix), bottom reader (Minho, Hyunjin, Jeongin), slight dom!Changbin, Changbin underestimating his strength, slight dom!Hyunjin, mentions of bondage and shibari (Hyunjin), forgetting to check your rope (Hyunjin), reader going to the ER (Felix, but it's nothing dramatic I promise), Jeongin having a big dick
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Chan: One day he tried to do this cool movie thing where he shoves you against the wall while making out with you, completely forgetting that he needs to shield the back of your head. So you just hit the back of your head against the wall behind you, wincing in pain. It doesn't hurt too bad but still enough to push a stray tear to your eye. He is so sorry and mad at himself apologizing over and over. He will make it up to you, on his knees if you let him.
Minho: It was during one of his favorite activities, mirror sex. He pushes you against the cold surface, making you look at yourself as you are just about to come, when suddenly there is a sharp edge underneath your fingers. It's not a deep cut, just a few droplets of blood but enough for him to kinda freak out and immediately getting you a bandaid. Moving the two of you to the bed where he worships the hell out of you, treating you like you are made of glass.
Changbin: The two of you were just going at it as Changbin decides to be a little bit more dominant, holding your wrists above your head. It feels good until he suddenly grabs you just a little bit too tightly, squeezing your wrists too tight accidentally. Making you let out the tiniest whine of pain. He is shocked about the situation and immediately gets ice for you. He feels terrible and after the first pain is gone which really wasn't that bad he does need some reassurance.
Hyunjin: He definitely enjoys some artsy bondage or even Shibari. In the heat of the moment he forgets to tightness check one of the ropes and so while he fucks you, you get some slight rope burn. You quickly tell him, and he immediately unties you. In the end it's only slightly red and you aren't hurt. But he still feels terrible and the next few times he double-checks all his rope so you don't get hurt again.
Jisung: Jisung is a friend of many positions. Including many positions during one session. Always trying something new, some even including some low key acrobatic movements. Until he suddenly pushes your leg in a weird direction sending a short pinch of pain through your body. Nothing too bad but he still feels like a monster leading to the two of you only having missionary sex for some while.
Felix: Felix is a biter in bed, and it's cute honestly. He wasn't even aware of it until you once pointed out the bite marks to him. Sometimes they are on your lips, your neck or maybe even your thighs. Just some faint dark marks in your skin that heal within days. But one day while he cums he bites your shoulder a bit too hard, drawing blood. And he absolutely freaks out. He heard horror stories about how dangerous human bites can be so he immediately takes you to the ER. Where he very shyly explains to the doctors what happened.
Seungmin: When the two of you came home you couldn't get your hands off each other, messily making out, undoing each other's clothes uncaring if a button goes astray or a zipper breaks. You two were lost in the heat clawing at each other for release. You were just wiggling out of your own pants when suddenly one of your legs got stuck and you fell backwards, onto the ground. Seungmin stares at you confused before he bursts out in laughter, helping you up and carrying you to your bed.
Jeongin: I think we all know that Jeongin has a huge dick. And that he is not the most experienced out of the bunch. So one time you guys were really excited to go at it. But he still took his time prepping you, making sure you are relaxed and ready for him. Or at least so you two thought, turns out you both kinda underestimated just how big he was, and when he enters you you feel the short painful pinch of stretching too fast. Of course he slows down, worried that he could have hurt you too much. How cursed our baby is with his big dick.
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sluttywonwoo · 1 month
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they wanna (fuck)
pairing: joshua hong x f reader x vernon chwe
summary: your boyfriend joshua wants to explore something new with you… and his best friend
warnings: swearing, smut (18+ ; mdni)
smut warnings: threesome/cuckolding adjacent, oral (f receiving), protected and unprotected sex, choking
word count: 3.2k
your boyfriend grew up an only child. he’s not the best at sharing. which is why it surprised you more than a little bit when he suggested letting one of his best friends fuck you.
it wasn’t like you were opposed to the idea, you just didn’t think he was serious. you thought it might be a test. but it wasn’t.
“why vernon?” you’d asked.
“he’s got a thing for you,” joshua said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
“and he told you this?”
“nah, just caught him looking at your ass a bunch of times.”
“and have you asked him about this?”
“i was going to bring it up the next time i see him.”
“oh my god, he doesn’t even know?”
joshua scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “well, of course i’d bring it up to you first! it’s your vagina!”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“look, do you want to fuck him or not?”
-
you did want to fuck vernon. it wasn’t like it was a fantasy of yours or even something you’d dwelled on beyond a passing thought, but the man was certainly easy on the eyes and the way he carried himself made you wonder about… things how big it was.
joshua didn’t tell you exactly how the conversation went down. he just told you that vernon was “extremely down” for it, and that they planned for a time when all three of you were free.
“but why do you want me to fuck one of your friends?”
his cheeks turned pink. “um, it’s kind of a possessive thing, i think.”
“what? how does that work?”
“i just think it’d be hot to watch someone fuck you knowing that i get to have you all the time. i’m letting them have a taste but they’ll never get to experience you the same way i will… never get to make you feel the way i do.”
it was your turn to be flustered.
joshua peeked at your reaction. “is that… bad?” he asked nervously.
you shook your head. “no, not bad at all.”
he breathed a sigh of relief. “okay, good. good.”
-
when the day actually rolled around, you could tell joshua was having second thoughts. he kept himself busy all morning, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, organizing and reorganizing your shared record collection (they’re chronological now)…
“we don’t have to do this,” you reminded him.
“i know. i want to, though,” he assured you. “i’m just nervous about what it will be like to see you with someone else…” he trailed off but you knew what he was implying. he was afraid his jealousy would get the better of him.
you rubbed his back comfortingly as you listened. “well, we can stop at any time.”
he nodded and took your hand, squeezing it once. “the same goes for you, you know.”
you checked the clock. “shouldn’t he be here by now?”
“have you ever known vernon to be on time?”
“fair enough.”
he gets there around fifteen minutes later, looking just as nervous as your boyfriend. maybe even more so. but once joshua goes over the arrangement again and everyone starts taking their clothes off, they both seem a lot more relaxed.
“you can kiss her, you know,” joshua murmurs from his side of the room, apparently dissatisfied with the pace of things. “as long as you don’t leave any marks.”
“is that ok?” vernon asks you.
“yeah, kiss me,” you encourage, pulling him by the shoulders until his nose is just inches from yours.
he closes his eyes and leans in, meeting you halfway. it’s a weird feeling, kissing someone who isn’t your boyfriend, but it isn’t bad. embers of excitement from the unfamiliarity of it all are quick to spark between you, quelling the anxiety and igniting something carnal inside you both. vernon’s the first to use tongue, much to your surprise. a startled moan leaves your lips as he slips his tongue between them.
you’re not sure how much time passes before he pulls away but when he does you’re taken aback by his appearance. your boyfriend’s best friend, always so reserved and quiet, looks like a completely different person.
vernon’s always been handsome of course, but you’ve never looked at him like you’re looking at him now.
he looks almost vampiric, pale skin glowing in the dim light of the table lamps lit on your nightstands. his cheeks are flushed pink with heat and his lips are a little swollen from kissing you so deeply.
“can i touch you too?” he asks, breathless.
“yes, please,” you gasp, “please touch me.”
his hand slides down between your bodies to where your legs are already spread for him. you’d be embarrassed about how eager you are for another man in front of your boyfriend if he wasn’t currently watching the two of you while he palmed himself over his boxers.
everyone had just undressed to their underwear so no one’s naked yet but vernon appears to be intent on changing that for you. he pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to both him and joshua as he pushes a finger inside of you.
your grab on to him for stability, head falling slack against his shoulder.
“add another one, she likes the stretch,” joshua advises.
vernon stiffens a bit— you can’t tell whether it’s from annoyance at being told what to do instead of being allowed to figure it out himself, or if it’s because he had forgotten your boyfriend was still there altogether, but he does what he’s told nonetheless.
the effect is immediate. you moan, maybe a little too loud, and try to muffle yourself in vernon’s shoulder. your first instinct is to bite him, because that’s what you do with joshua when things start feeling intense, but you don’t know him like that. you don’t know if it’s something he’s into. still, your grip around his bicep tightens as he continues to finger you, nails threatening to dig into his skin.
“you can mark me up,” he tells you with a smirk, like he can read your mind. “i don’t mind.”
you take him at his word, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. he moans at the feeling and it’s only then that you realize you could be touching him too. you reach for him but before you can get your hand on him he leans back to look at joshua.
“can i eat her out?”
your boyfriend considers his friend’s request for a moment before answering.
“yes, but she can’t suck you off.”
you wilt a bit but you know joshua didn’t make that rule to punish you. he was already sharing so much of you by exploring this kink that you can’t blame him for wanting to keep part of you for himself. you’re honestly surprised he’s letting vernon go down on you in the first place.
vernon tsks. “i don’t care about that, i just want to taste her. lay back for me, baby.”
you do, but not before scooting up the bed so that vernon can comfortably lay on his stomach between your legs. joshua comes to your side and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“how’re you doing, baby?”
“good,” you say through a hazy smile.
“yeah? his fingers feel good?”
“mhm…”
“i bet his mouth will too.”
you can see how hard joshua is through his boxers, can see the small dark spot where precum had seeped through the fabric. you’re relieved to know he’s enjoying it just as much as you are— maybe more. you long to touch him too. you try to, but he steps just out of reach. is no one going to let you jerk them off tonight?
you’re distracted by vernon again before you can protest.
“let’s get these off of you,” he murmurs, tugging at the elastic of your panties.
you lift up so he can slide them down your legs. he gets them off in record time and shoulders himself between your thighs, kissing his way up to your pussy. first your knee, then your inner thigh, then the crux of your hip.
“not too much now,” joshua warns from his corner.
you roll your eyes. “shua…”
“what! i’m just reminding him not to get too comfortable!”
“that’s fair,” vernon interjects. “sorry.”
joshua mumbles something else but neither you or his best friend catch it because vernon had already buried his face in your cunt.
“oh, fuck,” you gasp, hands flying to his hair.
he’s eager for it, that much is clear. he only sucks on your clit for a couple of seconds before going straight to tongue-fucking you, as if that had been his goal this whole time. you figure he must feel like he has something to prove— or he just really likes eating pussy.
it’s good. he’s good. too good. he’s not better at it than joshua, but he is about to make you cum in a few seconds flat which is a problem because you never cum that fast with your boyfriend.
it’s probably a mixture of vernon’s aggressive technique and how hot you find this whole arrangement to be but you still don’t want it to make joshua feel some type of way so you try your best to hold off a little longer.
you conjure up sad thoughts, try thinking about all the chores you need to do, all the things you’ve heard men do when they try and stave off an orgasm but you know you’re fighting a losing battle.
“already, baby?” joshua muses, drawing your attention to him again.
he’s degrading you like he normally would in bed but you can tell he’s at least a little pissed off from the way his eyes are wider than usual.
“is he that good?”
you shake your head adamantly, fumbling for words. “n-no! i mean he’s good but uh, i don’t-”
between your legs, you can feel vernon smirking against you. you want to smack him but you can’t feel your arms anymore.
joshua scoffs in disbelief and tongues his cheek as you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. always the gentleman, though, he leans down and offers you his hand for you to anchor yourself as you cum.
"you're not a very good liar, angel," is all he says as you give up on fighting it and let it hit you. you squeeze his hand hard, back arching off the mattress, pushing your hips further into vernon's face.
vernon doesn't stop until your body goes slack and joshua doesn't let go of your hand until vernon stops.
they let you catch your breath before either of them speaks again. vernon is still grinning as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he's dripping with you but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, going as far as to lick the remnants of you from his fingers as if he hadn't just had his head between your thighs less than a minute ago.
"she tastes so fucking good," he murmurs.
"i know," your boyfriend mutters.
"lucky bastard."
joshua turns his attention to you, expression softening when he sees how dazed you look. “you okay, baby?”
you nod with a smile. “mhm.”
“do you want to keep going? do you need a break?”
“wanna keep going,” you say as you prop yourself up on your elbows and look between the two of them. “if you guys do, obviously.”
“fuck yeah,” vernon exhales, making you and your boyfriend laugh.
“you brought condoms, right?” joshua asks.
you and joshua don’t use condoms anymore so you didn’t have any on hand. the two of you debated picking some up beforehand but joshua wasn’t sure what size to get so he just told vernon to bring some himself. problem solved.
“uh yeah,” vernon answers, grabbing his jeans off the floor and fishing a handful of them from one of the pockets. “i didn’t know how many to bring,” he says sheepishly.
“if we don’t use them all today, we can save them for another time,” you assure him.
joshua and vernon react at the same time. “another time?!”
“like if this goes well, right?”
joshua pretends to be annoyed but you can see the little smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, secretly pleased that you're enjoying this as much as he is.
vernon's quick to get the condom on and his boxers off, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down to the base of his cock.
he isn't longer than joshua but he is thicker. he's really thick, actually. your mouth waters at the sight and you clench around nothing, feeling even more hollow than you had when he first took his fingers out of you.
"she's got a bit of a size kink," joshua informs his friend, following your gaze to his dick.
"that's not true!" you protest.
"it's a little true," joshua insists.
vernon just grins. he clearly doesn't care about the truth, whatever it is. he's just happy to know you like what you see.
"josh, what position do you want me in?" vernon asks.
joshua doesn't even have to think about it. "either from behind or tabletop. regular missionary is too intimate."
you have to agree. even though it feels incredible, you wouldn't want to experience that with anyone but joshua.
"do you have a preference?" vernon asks you.
"let's do tabletop," you decide. "i want to see you."
"i was hoping you would say that," he admits. "we can switch positions later on if you want."
"you think you'll last that long?" you tease, reaching out to stroke him once or twice just to see him react.
vernon hisses and jerks away from you, cock twitching against his stomach. "good point," he grits out, "we'll cross that bridge if we get to it."
he gets up off the bed and walks around to the foot of it, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling until you're flush with his hips.
"damn dude," joshua says under his breath.
vernon ignores your boyfriend's comment even though he's blushing, choosing to put his full focus on you instead. you're already squirming beneath him, desperate to feel him for the first time.
"are you ready?"
"yes."
"are you sure?"
"god, vernon, if you don't put it in alr-"
the threat works. he pushes himself inside of you in one go, face scrunching up as he fists the sheets beside your head to steel himself.
"god damn it," he chokes out, legs trembling. it sounds suspiciously like a sob but you're too busy trying to adjust to his size to call him on it. "fuck, how do you feel so good?"
"it's insane, right?" joshua gloats. "she's perfect."
"it's not fair..." vernon whines, mostly to himself.
"how does he feel, baby?" joshua asks you, coming close and petting your hair again. he then wipes the tears from the corners of your eyes and then presses the same fingers against your mouth, the salt stinging your swollen lips.
"he f-feels good." your answer comes out muffled against his hand but it seems to satisfy your boyfriend and your lover nonetheless.
he feels better than just good, he feels fucking incredible. the stretch is so intense you feel like you're about to be split in half but you aren't able to articulate that with how overwhelmed you are.
vernon gathers himself eventually but it takes several deep breaths and what sounds like a prayer for strength before he continues.
"can i move?" he asks you, the request bordering on begging.
"yeah, please. please fuck me."
he gives a couple of experimental thrusts before building up to a steady rhythm, each one feeling better than the last. you're so wet that the glide of him inside of you is almost too easy but there's still a bit of resistance due to how thick he is.
"how do you like it?" he grunts, "fast, slow?"
"th-this is good," you say.
"rub her clit," joshua adds.
"i was getting to that," vernon mutters.
he slows down and snakes a hand between your legs, feeling around for it until he feels you tighten up around him.
"there we go," he whispers gently, repeating the pattern he remembers you liking the most.
"you're so fucking pretty, baby," you hear joshua say, making you reach out for him in search of his hand. he gives it to you immediately, squeezing affectionately and encouraging you to do the same. you always held hands during sex. it was a way you were able to anchor yourself to him, squeezing his palm whenever something felt particularly intense. it was comforting to have that translate here as well.
"i love you," he says, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
a profession of love while another man is inside of you is a little strange, all things considered, but it still makes you melt.
"i love you too," you reply, before remembering the aforementioned other man inside of you. "sorry, is this turning you off?"
he doesn't even look fazed by it. "nah, it's fine. she got so fucking tight when you told her you loved her."
joshua smirks. "wanna know what else makes her tight?"
"what?"
your boyfriend lets go of your hand, promising to come back, and rounds the bed to whisper something in his best friend's ear. vernon's eyes get wide and his hips stop moving.
"for real?"
joshua just nods as he takes his place by your side again, offering you an innocent smile that you don't buy at all.
vernon exhales harshly and shakes his head like he has to psych himself up for whatever he's about to do or say, which makes sense when he leans forward and wraps a hand around your throat.
you gasp in surprise but clench around him almost immediately, just like joshua said you would. he only applies a little bit of pressure but it's enough to have the desired effect.
vernon curses and stutters forward, eliciting what sounds like a whimper as he struggles to get his other hand back between your legs.
"told you."
"i'm not going to last," vernon stammers, looking away from his best friend in embarrassment.
"you can cum whenever you want."
"but sh-she hasn't yet..."
"i'll take care of that, don't worry," joshua assures him. "you made her cum on your face already, remember?"
"but i, i... fuck," his voice breaks off into a whine, the rest of the sentence dissolving on his tongue. it's like he can't stop fucking you, can't even slow down, even though he doesn't want to cum yet.
"come on, give it to me," you sigh out.
he gives in finally, practically collapsing on top of you as he cums into the condom. he weakly thrusts himself through it, kissing you to swallow the noises he's making.
he's still twitching inside of you when he catches his breath.
"sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes. "i didn't mean to-"
"baby, it's fine," you tell him earnestly. "we wanted you to feel good."
he pouts but nods like he understands and pulls out with a groan.
"and like i said," joshua interjects, patting his friend on the back as he trades places with him and notches the head of his cock inside of you. when he took his underwear off, you have no idea, but you can't bring yourself to care when he bottoms out and offers you his hand one last time. "i'll take care of the rest."
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navybrat817 · 6 months
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Where Did the Time Go?
Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You decide not to drink during game night, which leads to an interesting conversation with Bucky. Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Light angst, tension, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) Previous Part of AU: We'll Always be Friends A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU! ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You weren’t sure what exactly happened between dinner and now, but you decided that the fun game night wouldn’t include drinking. You hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since your meal. Even then, you were pretty sure you didn’t have much. Sharon brought out a bottle of wine before everyone finished eating and you took a sip of your glass out of obligation. If she noticed you didn’t finish your glass, she didn’t say anything, which you appreciated.
But you should’ve known that Bucky would catch on.
“Not drinking tonight, huh?” He asked as he took a seat beside you on the couch. Steve and Sam set up a game table and were already a couple of drinks in. So were Sharon and Natasha. You weren’t worried about them though. They could hold their liquor.
But can I hold my tongue if I drink? Or am I using that as an excuse?
“Not tonight,” you replied, holding up your cup of water. “Sticking with water.”
“You’re acting like we need a designated driver when we’re not going anywhere,” he joked, throwing his arm around behind the cushion, the same way he had at the dinner table. “Afraid I’ll kick your ass in Mario Kart if you get a little tipsy?” He asked, grinning when you smiled. “We can have a tournament? Just the two of us?”
“Hey, one of us might need to go on a liquor or snack run. You never know,” you said, setting your water on the table before you sank into the couch. “And it isn’t exactly a tournament if only two people are playing, is it?”
“It can be. We make our own rules,” he smiled as he moved a little closer. “Remember the time we had a tournament? We went to that shady looking liquor store after Sam spilled the last bottle of rum. The guy behind the counter had a bunch of clown masks.”
You laughed a little. How could you forget? “Yes! We had to open the living room window so we could breathe. And the cashier was actually a sweet guy, but you glued yourself to my side before that because you were certain the guy had bad intentions,” you said. Bucky and his protective streak made you feel important.
Until you weren’t.
Bucky must’ve noticed the change in your demeanor since he stopped chuckling. “Seriously though. Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?”
“I feel fine. I just don’t need to drink tonight,” you said, touched that he showed concern for you before a weird expression crossed his face. “What? Do I have something in my teeth?”
“No. You’re, um,” he tapped a finger on his knee as he tried to find the words. “There isn’t a specific reason you aren’t, is there? You're not…” he trailed off, but his eyes drifted long enough to your torso to fill in the blank.
You never understood the expression about eyes widening to the size of saucers until you experienced it just then. “Are you asking if I’m pregnant?” You whispered, careful not to speak any louder than that. The last thing you needed was the group questioning why Bucky asked such a question. “If so, the answer is NO.”
The sigh of relief Bucky let out, you weren’t sure what to make of it. “Sorry. I'm sorry. You don’t owe me an explanation for why you aren’t drinking. I just. I don't know why my mind went there.”
You couldn’t exactly tell him you're worried about getting plastered and revealing how you felt about him. Drunk confessions worked for some, but you didn’t think the odds were in your favor. “I still can’t believe you asked that,” you half teased, pointing at your stomach. “Not to mention, I haven’t been laid in ages. So, unless it happens via immaculate conception, that’s never going to be the case.”
The odd expression was back on Bucky’s face. What was his deal? “When was the last time you went on a date?” He asked with more interest than you expected.
“Months ago. Minimum,” you said, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to recall the exact day. “His name was Nick. We went on a few dates and he was nice enough, but he ended up getting serious with someone else. Haven’t gone on another date since.”
The clench in Bucky’s jaw almost made you smile. He had no reason to look so upset on your behalf. “I’m sorry. It’s his loss.”
“Don’t be. I’m kind of used to it,” you said with a nonchalant shrug.
“What the hell does that mean?” He asked, facing you on the couch and blocking the view of your friends at the table. “What exactly are you used to?”
Why does he sound upset? It's not like I’m not his girl.
“It means I’m used to guys not picking me,” you said honestly. As much as it hurt to think that way, saying it didn’t hurt as badly. “Think about it, Bucky. In all the time you’ve known me, when have guys ever flocked to me? When have you ever seen a guy take a chance on me when Natasha and Sharon were there? They haven’t and that’s just the way it is.”
“That’s bullshit. You’re perfect. And maybe people do see you, but you don’t see them,” he argued, quickly closing his mouth when he saw your expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“No, I think that’s exactly what you meant,” you said, sitting up to put some distance between the two of you as hurt filled his eyes. “I see just fine, thanks, but please enlighten me. Who saw me? Who did I overlook? I’d love an example.”
There was no reason to get so defensive, but did he understand how you felt? People gravitated toward Bucky and your friends. They always had. You, on the other hand, were on the outside of the house looking in. It was tiring to be the one knocking on the door.
“What about your old friend, TJ? You’re telling me he didn’t see you?” He asked, a hint of bitterness in his voice. It wasn’t a tone you heard from him before. It didn't suit him.
“TJ?” You asked, confusion written all over your face that you couldn’t fake if you tried. “TJ Hammond? My old family friend? Um, no, he definitely doesn’t see me.”
Not even close.
“He stayed at your place after Steve’s party,” he said, running a hand through his hair as he avoided your gaze. “Bet he couldn’t wait to see you. Probably went over the second you got back from the trip.”
Wait, is he jealous? What the hell?
You laughed a little, unable to help yourself when he raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, he did stay at my place for a bit after Steve’s birthday bash a couple of years ago. He had an issue with his boyfriend.”
Bucky did a double take, which would’ve been humorous if not for the stricken look on his face. “Boyfriend?”
“Yeah. The guy he dated at the time was a HUGE asshole and they had a falling out. His parents refused to let him go back home, so he stayed with me. And I couldn’t kick him out. He needed a friend,” you said, your brows pinching when you recalled how TJ cried on your sofa. It was a heartbreaking sight. “He has a new boyfriend now who treats him well and he couldn’t be happier. And I couldn’t be happier for him.”
Bucky blinked a few times. “So, you two. You never…?”
“TJ and I? No. Never dated, hooked up, anything,” you smiled with a shake of your head. “We adore each other, but in a brother and sister kind of way. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. Even if I did find him attractive, nothing ever would’ve happened. You, Steve, Sam, you guys are much more his type.”
Bucky didn’t say anything, his face a bit pale. You worried for a second that he was going to get sick. “I thought you two hooked up,” he said more to himself than to you.
Where the hell did he get that impression?
“No, we didn't and we never will,” you said again before something he said dawned on you. “Wait, how did you know he stayed at my place? He asked me not to tell anyone where he was and I respected his wishes.”
Going through the dates again in your head, it wasn’t long after TJ stayed with you that Bucky brought Dot around as his new girlfriend. You knew you lost your chance to admit your feelings because he had someone by his side. Someone who wasn’t you.
“Come with me,” Bucky said, taking your hand and pulling you up from the couch before you had a chance to argue. It was hard to keep up with his long strides and he didn’t look back when Steve called after the two of you.
“What’s going on?” You asked as he pulled you outside and slammed the door. You watched as he took a few breaths, like he was trying to steady himself. “Talk to me, please.”
“I wasted two years,” he whispered, tilting his head to look at the sky. “Two fucking years.”
What is he talking about?
“I don’t understand,” you said.
“I made a huge mistake and I regret it,” he said, squeezing your hand as he faced you. “And I can't go the rest of this week without telling you. I wasted enough time.”
“Tell me what? Bucky, what did you do?”
And can we come back from it?
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luverboychris · 19 days
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HATE ME | MATT STURNIOLO
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IN WHICH.. things are complicated when two friends in the same group like you. one being your secret fuck buddy.
dom!matt x fem reader, secret fuckbuddy — 1460 words
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why were you feeling like this? this god damn feeling arising inside you for the fourth time this week. you weren’t used to it. and you never have felt it before this much, especially towards him. so why was this happening so much recently?
the feeling of jealousy. just seeing a girl by his side made your face go a shade of red you didn’t want to come to terms with.
“y/n baby! come here.” cole shouts. you couldn’t really begin to explain your relationship with this boy. almost dating.. but not quite yet. what was stopping you from dating him?
well you knew the answer. you just didn’t want to say it out loud because the answer was his friend, matt.
you snap your gaze towards cole, seeing him flick his hand out to you with a drink in front of all his friends. and of course a random girl sitting next to matt. who was she? you never felt so vulnerable, as a bunch of male eyes are on you, looking you up and down. you gulp before walking over to him.
cole sitting down on one of the chairs, you standing above him as he wraps his free arm around your waist. “tell the boys the story on how we met, you tell it better than i do.” he laughs.
matt almost burns holes with his eyes as he looks at his friend’s hold on your body. you attempt to swallow your guilt, the guilt of how oblivious the boy was to your attraction to his friend matt. oblivious to how you and matt will fuck whenever you get the chance. in his head, he thinks he’s the reason you know matt but he has it all wrong.. you’ve known him for way longer. you would never tell him though, it would break him.
all of his friends flip their eyes onto you then to their good old friend cole that they care for so much, yet you know damn well matt is only looking at you.
“yeah, please.” matt blurts, “tell us how you two lovebirds met.” he adds. you wanted to completely ignore him but you didn’t want to come off as weird and suspicious. his cocky smirk forming against his drink as his lips grip onto the top of the glass cup.
you hated him. you hated this.
he loved you. and he loved this.
“well.. uh.” you stutter. cole’s grip on your waist tightens. “he was in my english class and he accidentally bumped into me. it was cute, i was a hot mess.. nervous for my exam and he was kind enough to calm me down.”
matt melts into his chair a little, arms crossed with his lips still lingering over his cup as he man spreads his legs. he was starting to act as if he owns the bar. “continue..” matt says.
“after that.. we sat down and he helped me with studying. we talked and talked for hours—”
“then he asked you out?” matt asks.
cole looks up at you to see your response, such innocence absorbing his face. “he asked me out on a date yeah..” you mumble out.
“ah i see.. he took you out on a date. but you’re not dating?” matt questions. you wanted to crawl across the table and punch him with how dumb he was playing in front of everyone. he knew the situation more than anyone, he just loved to tease.
“y/n isn’t ready to date.. but i’ll wait for her i don’t care.” cole jumped in and responded for you. all the friends smile but you catch matt sneakily roll his eyes.
“you’re simping so bad for her man.” matt scoffs, “i hate love, makes me sick to my stomach.” the boys laugh in unison as matt pretends to projectile vomit.
“i mean do you see her? how could i not matt?” cole laughs out.
you watch matt as he begins to look you up and down with his blue sensual eyes, “mhm, i see her.” he whispers out. is everyone blind?!— you thought to yourself. can they not see the sexual tension just roaming through the air coming off of matt right towards you? because you can, and matt definitely knows as well.
he loves how much sexual tension you two have. just the eyes alone that he gives you makes you weak to your knees but you’re good at hiding it, for the most part.
the random girl’s hand sneaks up around matt’s chair and you blink profusely at her flirty positioning. you begin to fidget, taking cole’s hand off your waist causing it to fall to his side.
“um, i’m going to the bathroom.” you blurt out. the table nods at your words and you don’t look back to look at him. you don’t want to give him even a taste of satisfaction from doing that. you knew he would feed off of it, and get excited.
the bathroom still having the music from the bar playing on the speakers in every corner. the bar’s bathroom had no privacy whatsoever.. meaning anyone could come in at any time.
you turn on the faucet and scrub your hands, hoping you can at least wash off just a smidge of jealousy that was steaming off of you. but it was no use.. you still wash your hands with agression as you cuss at yourself. you look at your reflection in the mirror, feeling ever so guilty.
“well hi cole’s girl.” he says, sarcasm laced in his voice. there was matt leaning against the door frame with his hands in the pocket of his black jeans. his car keys dangling from the front right one.
“matt, why’d you follow me?” you say, flipping your gaze off of him and back to yourself in the mirror.
he walks up from behind you, leaning down towards the back of your neck as he goes to remove your hair. he pushes it all to one side, letting your exposed skin be all out on display for him.
“you know why.” he whispers, reaching down to leave a trail of kisses softly down your neck. you feel chills run throughout your body with the gentleness of his lips pressed against your sensitive skin.
“i-i don’t.” you sigh out. you couldn’t help but close your eyes because of every kiss he leaves on your neck. he then starts to let his cold fingertips wander up your unclothed arms. 
“baby don’t lie to me.” he says, “you’re thinking about me.” he grabs all your hair, softly pulling it to the other side now as he kisses the skin he hasn’t given attention to, “just like how i’m only thinking about you..” he adds.
“and you want me to fuck the shit out of you like i did last week. i can tell, don’t deny it.” he whispers against your skin.
you feel your face heat up as you open your eyes. you push him off of you, “shut the fuck up matt!” you say. and there he was again with that snarky smile, so confident and dark looking.
a small laugh escapes his lips, “relax.” he says. god, he was such a dick. not only could anyone come in at anytime, he was trying to make you horny and it was working.
“ugh i..” is all you say, sucking on the inside of your mouth with your fists clenching.
“hmm? you what? you hate me?” he teases, coming closer to you. you don’t respond to him, “tell me that you hate me.”
“i hate you.” you say, the words flowing out like a stream. you say it again, over and over. three words that you didn’t actually mean, “i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.”
he reaches down to kiss your babbling lips, kissing you harder as ever. “i hate you.” you breath into his mouth.
“baby.. you love me.” he breaths out.
he reaches his left arm down to your inner thigh and grips onto it tightly, making a moan come out of you. he always does things with his left arm, he knows it gets a rise out of you. the arm filled with all his tattoos.
“let another man touch you like that again..” matt’s lips brush onto yours with each word, “and i will fucking kill them.”
he rubs his ring and middle finger against your underwear. “matt, h-he’s your friend.” you moan out. that sentence makes him rub you with more aggression.
“i don’t give a fuck.” he groans against your lips when he finally can feel how wet you are. “friend or not.. you’re not letting a man wrap his hands around your waist like that in front of me.”
“but you can have a girl have her hands around you?” you snap, the image of the girl’s arm around matts back while he was sitting down started to replay.
“oh shut up. you fucking know i only want you.” he says.
“you have me.” you moan out, as he rubs your clit through your underwear, the thin fabric blocking his touch made the sensation feel so much more intense, “im yours.” you add.
“for someone who hates me, you sure obey me well baby.”
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─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───
╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. march 9th 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝
so im trying a new style lmk if u guys like it. someone requested to do a cheating type fic and i dont write that so i did my own twist wee! i hope i exceeded your expectations, anonymous cutie! i would love to do a part 2 on this so lmk if u want that maybe. i love u guys sm.
UPDATE: PART 2 IS UP NOW PRESS HERE
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a-hazbin-reader · 20 days
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Hey‼️
Soooo I was wondering if u could maybe possibly write an alastor x reader where reader has a secrets admirer and alastor is super jealous but he can't show it bc they're technically only friends and acting protective would be weird.
Bonus points if the read is completely oblivious to his jealousy and eats the snacks from the gift baskets all the time, right in front of him, and wonders why his eyes is twitching so much.
Pleaseee?
👀 I don't have time for this but-
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
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TW: Alastor being a red flag fr
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What does Alastor care if someone wants you? He has no interest in taking you for himself. Nope. Not. At. All.
Would laugh if anybody tried to claim he felt something for you other than mild fondness
It's just been a particularly annoying few weeks because of all the gifts being sent to the hotel with your name on them, from some persistent admirer
So he does his best to convince you that they aren't good enough for you
Alastor feels his mood sour when he hands you a bouquet of flowers, your face lighting up at the sight of them as you hold them like they're precious
He misses the way your smile falters a bit when you read the tag, a small part of you hoping they were from the demon in front of you instead
"Another lackluster gift from what must surely be the most lackluster admirer on this side of the pentagram. Just look at how wilted those flowers are already!"
You shake your head and toy with the petals on the flowers, picking off the dying ones delicately
He loves me... he loves me not...
"Oh hush, it's rather darling that someone took time out of their day to give me something so thoughtful.."
You walk away to put the bouquet into a vase so you miss the twitch in Alastor's eye, the tight clenching of teeth and fierce grip on his staff
"Thoughtful? Those are yellow roses! Yellow roses stand for friendship, not romance! You can do so much better!"
Or another time, you offered him a chocolate, munching away on sweets while holding a heart-shaped box
"Are you confessing to me? You shouldn't, I'm quite the heartbreaker just so you know~"
He regrets saying the words the moment they leave his mouth, but they're the only thing keeping a blush off his face, taking a chocolate to shut himself up
You only hum and roll your eyes, putting a hand on your hip as you shake the box at him, mostly all an attempt to get his eyes on the candies instead of your blushing face
"No, my secret little lover dropped off a bunch of these and I can't possibly be expected to eat all of this myself, now can I?"
The sweet treat suddenly feels bitter in his mouth and he wants to rip up the box in your hand
"Oh, so that's why these taste so uninspired! Most likely store bought instead of homemade, such a shame."
You only snort and shake your head, popping another chocolate into your pretty mouth
"Who makes homemade chocolates anymore? Let alone take time out of their day to have them delivered to me?"
Alastor is embarrassed by the warmth and genuine emotion in his voice, his smile softening as he looks you over
"Someone who cares about you enough to recognize you're worth the effort, my dear."
He leaves quickly to avoid any further embarrassment, blushing deeply and sliding the rest of the candy boxes into the trash on his way out
"A-Alastor!!"
"I'm simply doing you a favor, my dear!"
He doesn't see your sputtering and blushing as you try to comprehend what just happened
Alastor can handle the flowers, chocolates and all other sorts of gifts but when the letters start pouring in?? He's about to lose his mind
It's been at least three letters a week, and he's sick of finding them outside the hotel. He actually rips up the ones he gets to first
He finds Charlie and Angel leaning over your shoulder and reading a letter in your hands, a soft blush on your face
Charlie was cooing over how sweet the letter was while Angel was obviously teasing you, making your blush deepen
"And just what is that in your hands, my dear?"
You jump and try to hide the letter but Angel quickly snatches it away to keep reading it, laughing as he does
"Toots here got another love letter from her secret admirer~ They think she's just the most precious babe around~"
Charlie is squealing and fanning herself with her hands as she jumps up and down, making you groan and hide your face in your hands
"Isn't it just so romantic? They're really head over heels in love with her!"
Alastor feels his eye twitch as he snatches the letter from Angel to read it over himself, ignoring the noise of protest that comes from you
Finally, he glances over at you, crumpling the letter up and ripping it into pieces in front of everyone
"Well now! That was about the worst thing I've read all day!"
It felt good to rip it up, picturing it to be your admirer instead
You stand there in shock, eyeing the bits of paper then Alastor, Angel and Charlie slowly backing out of the room only to peek their heads back in
"They... they said I was beautiful."
Well... now he feels a little bad...
He recovers quickly though and wraps a casual arm around you, guiding you away from the mess as Niffty runs in to clean it up
"That's exactly what they wrote in the last one! It's nothing new, I'm afraid! Truly, you deserve better than that!"
You pout and lean your head on him a little, trying not to look disappointed about the letter
"Yeah? And just what do I deserve?"
He grins at you and leans in, pulling you closer to him
"Let me show you, my dear~"
You simply roll your eyes as you let him lead you out of the hotel on a walk, enjoying the weight of his arm around you
There's no more secret admirer after that, which suits you both just fine
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DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 3
Part 2
Tim reached up to rub at his temples and groaned. This was getting him nowhere. Normally he enjoyed going down the research rabbit-hole but this was ridiculous! Paranormal sciences were a bad joke. Most of it was conjecture, hearsay and unprovable theories with just enough scientific sounding jargon peppered in to confuse a layperson. Peer-review was practically non-existent, not to mention a proper scientific method. Francis Bacon would be rolling in his grave!
The slight hiss of the elevator doors opening interrupted his thoughts.
��Hey Replacement, you missed dinner!” Jason called, sauntering over with a loaded plate in hand. He set down a sandwich next to Tim’s elbow. “Alfie says he’s cutting off your coffee supply until you get some damn sleep. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna start prepping the knock-out gas soon!” he quipped, leaning his hip against the Batcomputer’s console. “Research on the League giving you trouble?”
“I wish.” Tim sighed, reaching for the sandwich, “The Assassins have actually been pretty quiet recently. I found some leads on suspicious political donations in Italy, but nothing I can tie to them directly. Talia’s in Paris as far as I can tell, working at an investment firm for God knows what reason. Probably money laundering related. And the ones holed up in Nanda Parbat have been quiet as murderous little church mice.”
“Ra’s isn’t up to anything? Colour me shocked.” Jason drawled sardonically, “You sure he’s not cooking up a new batch of demon spawn in that mountain of his?”
Tim shook his head. “You know Bruce destroyed his cloning labs after the last… incident. And I’ve found no records of the League procuring the necessary materials or equipment to restart production.” he wrinkled his nose, “Of course it’s possible that they used a shell company we haven’t come across yet, but I believe the odds are pretty low.”
“So what’s got your panties in a bunch then?”
Tim’s mouth twisted in a frown. “Ghosts.”
“Ah.”
Jason stared off into space and Tim took a bite of his sandwich. Egg-salad, score! The Cave was silent for a while, only disturbed by the noise of the actual bats heading out for their nightly hunt.
“I can’t tell you for sure if ghosts are real or not. I don’t remember anything from when I was… dead.” Jason said haltingly, and Tim stilled. “But we’ve seen people come back under pretty weird circumstances. So why not ghosts?” Jason shrugged.
Tim chewed and swallowed before replying. “Because it’s one thing for the physical body to be restored, but some kind of nebulous ‘spirit’ lingering? Why don’t we see ghosts all the time then? Why don’t people come back? Why not…” Tim broke off.
“Your Dad?”
Tim nodded and dropped the remains of the sandwich back on the plate. It suddenly looked as appetising as cardboard.
“I don’t know, birdie. We still don’t know why I came back.” Jason snorted “Maybe the universe just has a sick sense of humour.”
Tim’s lips curled up in a mirthless smile. “Maybe the universe missed your terrible puns. Some of those still haunt me.”
Jason barked out a surprised laugh. “That was terrible!”
“The universe clearly made a grave mistake.”
“Stop it, I can feel my brain cells dying!” Jason groaned and gave Tim a light punch to the shoulder.
“Well we can’t have that, you have so few already!” Tim snarked, then quickly leaned to the side to evade Jason’s attempted noogie. Jason huffed and stepped back, crossing his arms.
“All right mister teenage genius. What have you dug up about ghosts then?”
Tim rolled his eyes. “There’s obviously tons of folklore from all over the world. Pretty much every mythology has stories about the spirits or souls of the dead returning to haunt the living. But if there’s a scientific basis to all this then it’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Even the supposed leaders in the field are hopelessly biased.” He pulled up some documents on the screen. “Take these for example. The Doctors Fenton are supposed experts in the field of ‘Ecto-Biology’ as they call it, but their research papers would never fly with a proper scientific journal. A lot of it comes across as blatantly xenophobic towards the entities they are supposedly studying and their research methods seem geared towards confirming what they view as foregone conclusions. And most of their peers operate on the same track.”
Jason hummed thoughtfully as he skimmed one of the articles in question. “Do you think there’s anything to this, or is it all just a hoax?”
Tim snorted. “If there is, they haven’t offered any conclusive proof. Though they certainly seem to have made it work for them. The Fentons have a series of patents for weapons and defenses against these supposed ‘ecto-entities’ and it looks like there’s plenty of people gullible enough to buy them. I haven’t taken a closer look at their products yet, but a lot of it looks like something out of a pulp sci-fi movie.” He pulled up the image of what looked like a bazooka with green glowing parts. Jason whistled.
“So, con artists or mad scientists?”
“Could be both. Their financial records are all over the place and they’ve had some large transactions with what I’m pretty sure are shell companies in recent years. They live and operate out of a small city in Illinois.” Tim said, pulling up the relevant documents on screen.
“Amity Park?” Jason read aloud.
“Supposedly it’s ‘The Most Haunted City in America’. Seems on brand, doesn’t it?”
“It probably helps them stay in business. It looks like they have kids?” Jason pointed at the tax returns. Tim typed some search queries into the system.
“Two. One in high school, one just started her first semester at Metropolis University. With a full scholarship to boot.” He spent a few more minutes hacking into the university’s systems. “Here we go, Jasmine Fenton. Looks like she’s going for a psychology degree. And… hm…” Tim trailed off. Jason quickly realised what had caught his attention.
“‘The Damaging Effects of Envy Towards Metahumans? That’s a hell of a topic for a freshman-year essay.” Jason remarked.
“Yes. I wonder…” Tim drummed his fingers on the keyboard. “She might have some insight into her parents’ research.”
“And at a cursory glance, she didn’t drink whatever Kool-Aid her parents were serving.” Jason finished for him. “You wanna go pump her for information?”
“I might as well. If nothing else, maybe we can shut down a couple of mad scientists before they become a problem.” Tim stood up and stretched. “Time for a field trip!”
Part 4
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"So I'm about to say something really... Hmm... Weird," Joe said as he leaned against the building, arms crossed.
"Is that supposed to be news to me?" Cleo asked, rifling through her bag and pulling out two apples. She passed one to Joe, and he took it.
"If it were, I don't think we'd be friends."
"I figured."
"Anyway it's a little weirder than normal."
"I'll be the judge of that, I think."
Joe shrugged, took a bite of his apple and said, "So, one of the arguments against a benevolent God -- don't look at me like that I told you it was weird -- anyway, so, if God was so nice, would he have put a bomb in the Garden of Eden?"
Cleo blinked at Joe for a long moment.
"Sorry, I'll back up a little," Joe smiled apologetically. "How much do you know about human theology?"
"I've been human before Joe," Cleo glowered, pulling a knife from her pocket and cutting a small piece away from her apple. "That's just a really strong lead."
Joe shrugged. "Did you expect anything different?"
"No, it's just a little early for theology today."
"We can talk about something else, if you want."
A shout interrupted their conversation. Grian sprinted past, laughing maniacally and apologizing in the same breaths. Doc followed quickly after him, shouting curses and insults. Joe and Cleo both took contemplative bites of their apples and watched the two run.
"No, I want to see where this conversation is going," Cleo said finally, slicing another piece of her apple off.
"Okay, so, some people believe God is all-knowing, all-powerful, and also, all-benevolent," Joe continued, twisting his apple stem with every adjective. "But if He were all of those things, why would He make a bunch of curious humans, tell them they could touch everything except one specific big red button, and, knowing they would definitely press it, just sit back and watch?"
"I wasn't aware buttons and bombs existed at the same time as the Garden of Eden."
"One could argue the whole Soddom and Gammorah thing was bomb-like."
"That was definitely, definitely meteors, Joe."
"Also the bomb thing is an analogy, and you know it's an analogy."
"What are we analogy-ing?" Mumbo asked, flaring his elytra as he landed beside them.
Cleo pulled a third apple from her bag and passed it to him, "Pretty sure Joe is comparing you to God."
Mumbo took the apple, looking incredulous. He gave a laugh that was half nervous, half confused. "I-- well that's-- that's very flattering Joe. I didn't realize you thought so highly of me."
"You would think that," Cleo smirked, slicing off another piece of apple.
"What?"
"So the question stands," Joe continued as though neither of the interruptions took place. "If God is good, why did he put a big red button in the Garden of Eden?"
Mumbo opened his mouth, and then deciding he had no idea what this conversation was about, actually, he closed it again.
"Maybe God was feeling optimistic that day," Cleo offered. "Or maybe even gods need to screw around and find out sometimes. For instance, I know this apple is definitely going to rot in me later, but I'm also definitely still eating it."
"Fair point," Joe said, twisting off his apple stem and flicking it to the ground. "So maybe God can make mistakes, or He was curious, or there was something ineffable going on at the time. But if God did it twice," Joe gave Mumbo a sideways glance, "would that be screwed up or what?"
Mumbo opened his mouth again, closed it, opened it again.
"Mumbo a fly is going to buzz in there if you aren't careful," Cleo said.
"Okay, okay. I can see where -- okay. So, first off, I'm not God," Mumbo said, and then paused, because Scar was screaming and running past them now, followed shortly by Grian, who was followed shortly by Doc. Then he continued, "Also this isn't Eden."
"It's an analogy," Joe reminded him unhelpfully, smiling warmly.
"Also how was I supposed to know this would happen again?"
"That Grian would push a button, or that Grian would push a button specifically to mess with Doc?" Cleo asked innocently.
Mumbo opened and closed his mouth again eloquently.
"You've gotta admit, at this point it is starting to look intentional," Joe pointed out.
"What's starting to look intentional?" Jevin interrupted, landing amidst the group standing on the fringes of the shopping district. Cleo offered him another apple.
"A malevolent God," Joe answered.
"My button," Mumbo grumbled at the same time.
"The hubris of man," Cleo added, because it seemed relevant.
"I HAVE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR THIRTY-SIX HOURS GRIAN. THIRTY-SIX." Doc screamed, passing so close to the four onlookers in his chase, they could no longer talk over his yelling. "I WANT THAT CROWN IT BELONGS TO ME."
Grian slid across the grass, narrowly dodging Doc's thrown axe. He threw the gaudy purple crown he'd stolen to Scar, who sprinted off in another direction with it. Doc roared angrily, "I LET YOU TOO OFF EASY LAST TIME BUT NO MORE! I WILL RAIN TNT AND FIRE ON YOUR BASES! I WILL TEAR THEM APART BLOCK BY BLOCK I WILL--!"
"I'm sorry Doc!" Grian cackled, not sounding sorry at all, "It's just -- you're so fun to mess with!"
He and Scar spread their elytras and leaped into the sky, followed shortly by Doc, who was still shouting.
Jevin, Cleo and Joe all turned to look at Mumbo, who rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Okay so... Maybe it's possible, yes, I could have foreseen this happening," Mumbo said begrudgingly. "But I mean, it's not all that bad, is it?"
"We do have a lot of fun fighting wars," Jevin agreed, shoving his entire apple into his face. It hovered blue-tinted in his opaque slime for a moment before rapidly dissolving.
"You would, Jevin," Cleo smiled.
"Sleep with one eye open, Cleo," Jevin replied conversationally.
"Some of our best mini games came out of the Mycelium War," Joe observed, taking one more bite out of his apple.
Mumbo looked down at his apple contemplatively.
"So the question still stands," Cleo said, after a long pause had passed between them, "is Mumbo evil for inflicting The Button Game on us the first time, or the second time?"
Joe shrugged, "I think like all religion, the answer is subjective. Doc would argue yes. Grian would argue no."
"That wasn't a yes-or-no question," Jevin said.
"I would argue I'm still not God, so this is a terrible analogy, actually!" Mumbo shouted defensively, and then took a bite of his apple, closing the subject.
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Lucifer, Charlie, and alastor with a Kitsune reader ? :0
Hazbin Hotel x Kitsune! Reader
(Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor)
Safe for all Audiences!
Warnings: None! Gn! Reader! Reader being a mischievous Little Kitsune, chaos ensues.
Request Box: Open
Word count: 1101
A/n: Hi! thank you for the request! This isn’t terribly long so I hopes that’s ok!
Now, I wasn’t entirely sure if you want this to be Romantic or Platonic so I kept it pretty vague so it could be interpreted as either! I hope that’s ok, if not just send another request and I’ll fix it!!
But either way I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it!! <3
Proofread once soooo… if there are any errors please ignore them/inform me 😭
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Lucifer
When you first arrived in hell, he wasnt the most impressed by you. Not in a mean way or anything, just that he’s lived for a long time and has met a plethora of different types of beings so he’s pretty used to meeting interesting looking people.
But even he has to admit that he was intrigued with you. Your 9 well-groomed and lush tails that quietly followed you with every step and the fur of your fox ears looked soft to the touch. The thing that he seemed to notice most though was the whole eloquent aura you had with every movement you did. Smooth, almost tranquil.
You being a Kitsune did cause you to stir up a bit of… let's say trouble. Your fox nature of course caused you to have a personality that leaned a bit mischievously. You weren’t malicious by any means, you judt had a very… unique taste in humor and how you wish to spend your time. Pranks, stealing random objects that interest you, and going places that you probably should be. This gets you in trouble with many a folk but it’s really not something you can’t handle.
On one of these occasions. you took interest in his custom made duckys. First off, it was something new to you, 2nd, you had never seen someone be this interested in ducks as him, so when you randomly stumbled into the big man of hell’s workspace that’s filled to the brim of them, each with unique features and colorful designs, needless to say you were quite interested.
He was a bit embarrassed at first when you found it but seeing that you genuinely were into them he literally couldnt stop showing them off. Going into almost ecrusiating detail of each one's design choices. (This man is so autistic-coded. I love him so much)
He even made a custom one for you which he gave you when both met again. It was a basic duck design, except it had 9 tail feathers and wore fox ears that clearly mimicked your own, including your fur pattern. He then spent an hour going through each of its features with you. To say you were grateful would be an understatement.
“And if you pull this feather back… Bubbles! Oh-ho, and that's not all! If you take this and-”
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Charlie
Definitely more impressed than her father would be. Of course she has been in hell literally all her life and has seen some weird, wacky, hot and cool people but it still doesnt not surprise her when she finds interesting people. When you first met her she was really interested in you, asking a bunch of questions and It was almost scary how enthusuatsic about it she got.
She then started talking about her brand new “Hazbin Hotel.” It was something to reform sinners so that they had a chance at redemption. Charlie seemed so excited to tell you about it that you honestly did have the heart to tell her that you didn’t exactly believe a soul could be redeemed.
Now depending on if you’re hellborn or a sinner, things can go a bit differently. If youre hellborn she’ll offer you a job at the hotel, well to say a job would be a lie, you didn’t really have 1 given task to do, you just helped out when needed. if you’re a sinner, you of course get to stay in a room at the hotel. Whether you actually go along and try to get better is up to you. It was a free place to sleep, so hey? Might as well. Either way though, Charlie always sees the good in people, hellborn or not. So she would obviously want to help you grow as a person even if you are hellborn.
The michevues aspects of your personality tends to cause some problems for the hotel at times. Fights happen, lessons have ended prematurely, and you may have accidentally caused a bar fight between Angel and Sir Pentious. It really was an accident, how was you supposed to know “borrowing” one of Pentious’ shiny tools would cause such a ruckus?
Charlie lectored you about taking others' stuff and made you apologize.
As much as Charlie doesn’t want to admit it (at least before episode 5) she’s a lot like her dad. That also expands to their likeness for your fur. She really can’t take her eyes away from it, it just looks so soft and neat… and soft… eventually you catch her staring at your tails and you just laugh and ask her if she wants to touch them.
“What!? Pfft, noooo, no no no. hehe…he…unless you’re offering…”
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Alastor
Considering Alastor died in the 20’s I don’t think he knows what a Kitsune is exactly. Which is probably why he’s the most interesting in you at first glance (you could have also met when he first manifested in hell, which would only further his intrigue)
Either way, your personalities seemed to mesh well for the most part. You both stir up trouble wherever you go (Alastor a bit more… maliciously than you but still)
Whether you’re hellborn or a sinner is irrelevant to how he treats you, though he has tried making a deal with you every once and a while. You always decline but he thinks it’s always worth a shot to ask.
Alastor is aware of your devious behavior and knows the best way to handle it if it ever happens to come his way. He knows that you’re harmless and not a threat which is exactly why he has taken a liking to you. You’re someone who can only really help his cause and nothing bad can really come out of you being around.
Pranks though, are the one thing that Alastor can’t seem to sway you out of doing. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times he’s been at the front end of them. Of course he always sees through them and they’ve never once worked, but boy are you sure determined to one day get him.
This was one such case where you attempted to steal and hide his radio cane while he was asleep, only for him to sneak up shadow form and scare you half to double death
“You’re going to have to try harder than that to pull one past me, my, oh-so dear, exquisitely fluffy friend”
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nejiverse · 1 year
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JUST ANOTHER DAY
[Hayakawa family series]
Just your average day in the Hayakawa household. Pregnant fem! Reader
cw: none i can think of, aki denji and power literally hurling insults at each other 😆
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It was way too damn quiet for Aki.
Usually when he got back, Power and Denji were doing some crazy shit like jumping from the couch onto the ceiling or chasing each other with knives....but not today.
It was such a weird feeling that he couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario.
He took in a deep breath, preparing himself to lose the little sanity he had left.
But what he saw was the complete opposite.
Y/n sat on the floor crossed legged while Power and Denji painted little drawings onto her baby bump.
"You're taking up all the space idiot!", Power complained to Denji who left barely any space on Y/n's stomach for her to paint.
"Yeah well first come first serve", he spat his tongue out at her, causing her to grit her teeth.
Y/n noticed Aki's presence and smiled up at him.
"Welcome back love", she greeted while Aki returned her gleeful smile, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. He gets so happy when he sees her that it made Denji chuckle. Y/n was his weakness.
"Why are you laughing", Aki grimaced.
"Nothing at all", Denji shrugged his shoulders with a smirk.
Aki rolled his eyes, picking up the paint to make sure it was the right type of body paint that wasn’t harmful to the skin or anything. Y/n could be careless at times. "It better be nothing. I feed you".
The two boys had a glaring contest amongst themselves before Y/n finally interrupted them.
"Can I see now?", she asked as Power and Denji scooched back.
Power crossed her arms over her chest with a proud look on her face, albeit her painting being indecipherable.
"It's Meowy!", she exclaimed.
Y/n clapped her hands with a smile.
"It's lovely!".
Aki and Denji could only sweatdrop at the two women fawning over a white patch of paint.
"Hey sorry to break it to ya two but that's just a white blob", Denji revealed.
"Oh yeah? Then what did you paint smartass?", Power huffed.
Denji jumped up as if he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.
"It's Aki with Pochita's body", he snickered.
When Y/n was around, the boy could get away with literally anything, she was like his shield from Aki.
"You ungrateful brat—", before Aki could get his hands on Denji, Y/n furrowed her brows at him followed by a warning look.
"Hey be nice, I for one think it's cute", Y/n voiced.
The man merely slumped his shoulders with a loud sigh, poor guy was getting bullied in his own home.
“I’ll be nice once they both start paying the bills..”, he muttered to himself.
Both Power and Denji stood up from the floor, the latter stretching his arms out.
"I'm hungry, make food", Power demanded. She then remembered what Y/n told her about when asking for something. "...please", she spoke in a low voice.
"Can I actually try cooking dinner for once", Denji asked. It seemed fun even though he may not be good at it.
Correction, not good at it at all.
"Not a chance", they all responded back in unison.
Damn 😓
Denji went to sulk in the corner while Aki went off to do what he did best.
"....I can't believe you'd leave the woman carrying your child to get up herself", Y/n placed a hand on her heart as if she'd just been shot.
Aki internally scolded himself for forgetting that it was hard for her to get up by herself these days, he quickly made it to her side and helped her up.
"Im sorry", he enveloped her in a hug and plastered kisses all over her face, earning a giggle from her and and bunch of 'ews' from Denji and Power.
“You’re gross!”, Power spoke.
An irk mark formed on Aki’s forehead. “You’re one to be talking about what’s gross or not when you don’t flush the damn toilet—”.
Aki 1 - Power 0
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A/N: please don’t leave spoilers cause I’m an anime only for now, when I actually have time i’ll read the manga😭😭
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redflagshipwriter · 1 month
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check yes to go on a date w a dead guy ch 4 progress
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It took a minute for Jason to recover from that realization. He kept the anger he felt off his face. Danny didn’t seem upset about dying young, but that didn’t mean much. It wasn’t an appropriate topic to prod about on a first meeting. He’d get there eventually.
Jason stilled. Ah, shit, he still didn’t have a plan. Just eating together was too short and too boring. He needed to have something better than that.
Fuck, what were they going to do next? 
Jason strained for ideas. What was a good date? Normally, he'd know more about a person before they hung out romantically. 
Well. Actually, normally he hung out platonically with someone a lot before he started to feel interest in them. This was all kinds of backwards: but he didn't want it to end yet. 
“So, uh, what do you like to do?” Jason asked. Masterful. So smooth.
Danny scrunched up his nose. “Lately my afterlife sucks,” he groused. “I am drowning in paperwork and busy stuff.” He slumped over. “I miss being in high school,” Danny sighed. He drew his knees in and rested his elbows on them, then squished his cheeks with his palms. “I guess I used to just hang out, you know?” He shrugged. “Played a lot of video games. I miss that.” 
“Of course,” Jason said, despite never having hung out and played video games in high school. He'd been an overscheduled nerd in junior high school and then been too dead for high school. “That sounds fun. Wanna go back to mine and play something later?”
Danny lit up, blue eyes sparkling in the fading light. “Yes! That would be great.” He straightened his legs and kicked his heels against the side of the building. “Wait, can we do the whole grungy high school hangout thing with pop and chips and dip and pizza and stuff?”
He almost said “we literally just ate”, but what the hell. “We'll hit the store next,” Jason said. He couldn't say no to that face. Look at ‘em. He was so excited.
'Ugh, god. Danny died in high school,’’ Jason realized. He'd already known Danny died young but it still stuck in his stomach like a rock. 'No wonder he misses what he did then. He's interacting with the physical world now but if he died, he probably went to like, dead land immediately.’
But, uh. Video games. He could do that. He kept up a conversation as his mind churned, asking Danny what kind of games he liked.
The thing was, Jason didn't really play video games. He had a console at his place and if he was hanging out with Roy or Dick there, they'd bring a game over. He owned like, two games. 
He considered popping by the store and just buying something. But that would be weird and intense. He'd probably freak Danny out if he went and dropped money on a game just to play with him. 
Ok. Well. He'd get someone to drop off games before he and Danny could get back to the apartment. Jason sneakily got out his phone and strategized. 
Steph? No. Terrible. He couldn't let that girl know he had a date until the poor bastard really liked him for sure. She'd either chase Danny off or somehow orchestrate the two of them getting engaged. 
Tim? God, no. He'd definitely own a lot of games but they'd all be for the PC, and he'd hang around and smirk about Jason meeting up with Danny.
Dick? Too far away, and way too smug. He'd take it as an opportunity to tease.
Oh, wait. He had it. Jason opened up a message to Duke and sent out a quick “I want to bribe you. Homemade pizza? Artichoke dip? Fried oysters???” 
“Did you take a life?????” Duke shot back. Then, “pizza! What do you need?” 
“Get to my place with a bunch of video games that'll work on my tv in less than an hour and I'll make whatever you want.” 
The three dots indicating typing popped up. They stayed there for a weirdly long time. Then, Duke said, “Can I stay and hang out? 🥺”
Adorable little bastard. Jason typed out NO and then hesitated, feeling kinda bad.
“Who's that?” Danny prompted. 
Ah, shit, he was being rude. Jason flushed. “Asking a little brother to bring over a game,” he admitted. “He wants to stay.” 
Danny laughed. “That's adorable,” he announced. “It's fine by me. Lots of games are better with more people, anyway.” 
Well. If that was the case, Jason was fine with it. He sent Duke an OK and then put his phone away before the inevitable “I AM THE FAVORITE SIBLING” fireworks started. 
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awkwardandromeda · 3 months
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❝ there’s something off about the sim’s ❞ — vampire!jake x afab!reader
cw: blood consumption, reader licks off blood from jake’s mouth and just blood mentions alone, oral (m. & f.), possessiveness, jealousy, spanking, orgasm denial, jake’s a natural blonde (yay), cum eating, reader commits a crime, cursing, childhood love, jake wishes for marriage, slowburn, pet names, made up last name for reader, heeseung and jake are fraternal twins, mentions of death!!!, obvious mythical creatures, mentions of the rest of enhypen, jake likes for others to hear whilst having sex.
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in such a small town, it was basically impossible for rumours not to fly around quicker than a bolt. for about ten years now, the biggest rumour in town was that the sim family were a bunch of vampires. women at the salon envied mrs. sim for having such beautiful skin and never looking a day older, men at the factory commented about how strange it was that mr. sim was only seen around five times a year and covered it with him working full time in the city and the young ones gossiped about how weird heeseung and jake were and how they absent themselves from everything when it was the peak of summer’s sunniest days. you’ve known these last two for as long as you can remember, when you moved there everyone made fun of you because you didn’t know how to speak fluently in korean and had a tough time understanding others but they took you in and became your best friends. soon enough you started spending more time with jake, since he was your own age and eventually caught yourself constantly trying to impress him and gain his attention with silly gifts or being there for him. sim jake was your first kiss when you were a little girl, then you two giggled and swore you wouldn’t tell anyone. yet, every time you saw each other you two did it again until there came an age in which you knew that if you kissed, that small kiss would turn into a bigger one and later on, something else. still, when you celebrated your seventeenth birthday at around 2 a.m. when everyone had left, only you and jake were left. you two had started sneaking up into each other's houses at midnight and that’s what he was doing. “you always look so beautiful when the moon hits your face” he whispered while you took off your makeup. jake stood up and hugged you from behind, you smirked at him. “i wish for us to get married one that when we’re older” he stated, unconsciously. you looked at him with glazed eyes and frowned, “what? jake… we’re not even dating,” you chuckled nervously. “yes, right now we’re not, just wait,” that was the last thing he said before lying down on your bed and falling asleep.
you never said anything about the topic ever again, but you always blamed yourself for not speaking about it. because when the summer came, they went on family vacations and you had to be alone. you had made other friends now that you had been living there for many years now, but you cherished the sim’s the most and when they finally came back home, they had changed. heeseung was quiet and distant, jake was always tired and angry, they started to lose contact with you even though you tried really hard not to lose them. “i’m sorry, darling. jake’s very busy with work and heeseung’s sleeping. you can come back later if you wish, but i don’t assure you anything” ms. sim said, with a pity grin on her face, and that was the last time you tried to reach for them.
that had happened three years before you met him: park sunghoon. you two worked together in a miscellany, spent most of the day together and eventually developed feelings (or at least that’s what you thought). sunghoon was nice to you, he was sweet, constant and present. you two had been dating for a year now. “here come mr. and mrs. park!” shouted niki with a wide smile on his face as he saw you two walking through the door. “c’mon, just admit you’ll marry each other,” said sunoo with a rascal grin. sunghoon told you to ignore them and to come over to play some video games with him. “oh, great, mario party!” you said excitedly. "are you hungry?" asked jungwon with a smile.
the five of you had nights like that once a week, and the rest you talked to your friends about them and how nice they were to you and they always said the same thing: they’re all nice, you should totally be with sunghoon. but you knew there was something about all that situation that just didn’t feel right, and it was that every time you were with him or them, you always felt like someone was watching you and that night wasn’t an exception. after about three hours you received a text from your mom telling you she wouldn’t be able to pick you up since she and your dad had to go to a mates dinner party. “i’ll walk you home,” sunghoon said but you refused. “no, that���s okay. it’s only a few blocks away,” he was insistent, but you firmly refused his offers until at last, he stopped. “i’ll get going now” jungwon now asked himself if he could walk you home, but again, you told them you’d do fine, after all, it was a pretty safe town.
as you walked, suddenly the birds chirping and the owls mumbling scared you more than ever. you cursed your stubbornness for not letting them walk you, but you just didn’t want them to come back alone. “god, here’s that awful sensation again…” you whispered to yourself, talking about how you felt like being watched and followed. while hugging yourself and trying to calm down, a noise coming from behind of a stick breaking up in two was your last straw and began to walk faster until you were basically running. after a few blocks and your feet moving as fast as usain bolt, you tried to shakily unlock the door to your house and then creaked when a noise came from behind. “that asshole didn’t even walk you home, i’ll kill him… jesus” the voice sounded familiar, so slowly turned your body to face the owner. “what the… fuck?” you whispered. the tall figure walked to you and smiled. “hello, gorgeous”.
after so long, he was the one who reached for you? what was going on? and why the fuck did he have to do it almost at midnight? was he insane? was he a skinwalker? were you hallucinating? god, everything was just so confusing. “so i wasn’t fucking crazy… you WERE stalking me!” you shouted, then realized and tried to calm down. “why? why are you here?” you asked, clearly mad. “i came to talk to you” he responded, calmly. you shook your head in amusement, a whole year had passed and he dared to come back like anything had happened. "no, jaeyun. i've gotten over you, you hurt me deeply and we have nothing to talk about," he smirked. jake came closer, grabbed your hand slowly and lowered himself to face you. "you've gotten over me, huh? are you sure about that, love?! your cheeks flustered and you angrily tried to get him off. "you're insufferable, jake" he chuckled while seeing you turn your body and try to unlock the door. "come home with me, heeseung's excited to see you" you turned down his request by ignoring him and once again, he came close to you and grabbed you by the waist. "my parents will panic if they don't see me home when they come back, also, get the fuck away from me, asshole" your phone interrupted, jake saw the screen that announced "hoon <3" on it and laughed. "the fucking asshole's the bastard that's calling you, he's a bitch, can't even walk a girl home" you pushed him away. still, he barely moved, he had gotten stronger in the past year. "also, i already took care of your parents, they know you're home with me so they'll freak out even more if they see you here and not home with me" he rose his eyebrows with a mocking grin, bothering you. "you pushed me out of your life, you've been fucking stalking me, you said awful shit to me before we stopped seeing each other which also happened to be just after you fucked me, you're a dick, jake. do you even know what they say about you in this damned town? no one likes you, everyone's scared of you, and everyone's freaked out when they see you, they say you're a creep. why would i wanna be seen with you? i like sunghoon and his friends, my friends think i'm normal so no, i won't go with you. now, fuck off," but it was just tough to say no to him since his hand was gripping your waist and his eyes piercing yours. "just come this once and let me explain everything, then... you're free to set me aside like i did to you, i'm sorry" and so you nodded, giving up. jake smiled and held your hand while guiding you to his car. "you creep, you were planning to stalk me all night?" he didn't answer, just opened the door for you. "this is a nice car," you said, looking in the inside. it was a neatly clean black car, expensive for sure, he looked good on it.
the ride was gonna be long, you knew that and didn't want to waste any time. "i know you want me to tell you everything," he said, you looked at him and nodded. "we'll be here for a while, you better start" jake sighed deeply and clicked his tongue. "okay, first of all, i didn't use you. when we slept together i really wished for it, i wanted it to be with you, but then my mom said we were going on vacations with that and when i came back... well, yeah. i didn't use you, i would never do that to you or to anyone, i really wouldn't. i still cherish that night, it was the best one of my life but you have to understand that it hasn't been easy for me either..." jake stopped at a sign an rapidly looked at you. "you have to know that it's hard for me to tell you this and you'll be very shocked, that's why i wanted to wait until we were home and heeseung was with me. what you said earlier about what people think and say, hurt me. not because they think that it's 'cause you believe it and with what i'll tell you, i know you'll believe them even more, " you shook your head, your eyes glazed and your heart pounding like crazy. "please, tell me. i'm sorry for what i said before, i was really mad and wasn't thinking straight, but jake... i don't share people's thoughts. i don't think of you that way; we've known each other since we were kids and i will always love you, no matter what" as he started driving you saw a tear roll down his face, you started to worried, you couldn't imagine what could be so hard for him that he had to do all that. "just please, please promise me you'll try not to scream and run away" you slowly nodded, feeling your heart racing even more. you felt like he was doing too much, just too much suspense but you didn't expect what he said.
"i know you know how strong the rumours about how me and heeseung never spent summer here... well, that year we went to seoul to visit my father but it wasn't like the past years. they sat us down and told us exactly what i just told you, not to freak out; father explained how for centuries when the men in our family reached a certain age we have to... 'transform'. it sounds fucking insane, i know, but we basically have to get bitten so we can survive," you chuckled nervously, looked at him in denial and were about to speak, but he explained himself. "apparently when we turned eighteen our blood reached a point were it became basically useless and we would quickly die if we didn't turn into fucking vampires. that's why every summer we would go on vacations. my parents took me and heeseung to the doctors and made a trillion tests on us, to see the condition of our blood. we left earlier since we would often faint, weren't able to get out of bed, our hair was falling off and all that shit. so we had to choose either to die or to... live for an eternity," you shook your head repeatedly, eyes glazing and fear rising. "why are you taking me to your home?" you were panicking. jesus, was he about to kill you? "NO! please don't think wrong of me, no, no, no, NO! i just want to spend time with you like we used to, also heeseung really wants to see you. please, just let me explain!" he also panicked, obviously scared because of what you were thinking. "i'm not edward cullen, okay? i can be around people without killing them, i can smell blood without going feral, my eyes don't change colour anymore, my skin doesn't glow and i can be in the sun... but we do develop some sort of skills, we're not normal after all. i have to go hunting every now and then, for animals" you had so many questions and your brain couldn't even manage to build them, just the most obvious one. "do you drink human blood?" jake nodded slowly. "i do, but not regularly. unfortunately, animal blood doesn't satisfy hunger for too long so we have to search for humans. heeseung and i only go for bad people, like rapists or killers. it's not, uhm, cool. this is the reason why i ditched you; my eyes were reddish and very sensible to light, my fangs were huge, my ears were incredibly sharpened, back then i was only hungry for human blood and i couldn't smell it or i would immediately go insane and my force was just out of place. i was not going to put you in any danger, darling, i would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you. that's why i've been taking care of you from afar, it's the only way i can know you're safe," jake tried to smile, he reached for your hand and held it.
surprisingly, you weren't afraid of him. you trusted jake with your life, you always knew that but it all sounded just like too much, it was unbelievable. there were no such things about vampires. "sim jaeyun the vampire? i need proof" he sighed, stopping the car in the middle of nowhere and getting closer to you, opened his mouth and moved his upper lip with his finger, showing you his fangs which slowly started getting longer. you moved your body away from him and screamed, eyes as big as two plain white plates, heart racing like crazy and fear invading your whole body. "okay, okay! i don't think that's fucking normal. also, your undereyes are very red and your skin is undoubtedly pale- oh my! ARE YOU DEAD?" he went back to his seat, starting the car again, and he nodded his head. "i guess i am, my heart does not beat. after being bitten blood stops flowing since it's useless. my own blood has no purpose because of how weak it is, if i chose not to become... this, i'd develop anaemia quickly and eventually, leukaemia, and then i'd die in a matter of months," you lowered your head and felt a sharp pain in your chest, you didn't even know how you felt in that exact moment, it was a lot of information to process. "i will not age. that's why my father doesn't live here and why my mother has such flawless skin," frowning your eyebrows, you remembered that he said that only men in his family transformed. "your mother was bitten too? why?" he smirked and looked at you for a second. "the wives can choose either to become one or not. mother was informed about this when she got engaged to my father; when heeseung and i were born she got bitten on that same day. my grandmother didn't do it and lived a very unpleasant life, watching my father and grandfather stay the same age as she slowly died,".
jake kept talking about his ancestors, but you weren't listening. you thought about how his life could be and the many questions you had came to your mind. how can they reproduce if blood doesn't flow through their veins? can they die somehow? does he sleep? does he get tired? "jaeyun, how were you born?" he chuckled at the sudden interruption. you saw how you were entering his property and he parked the car, the monumental mansion in the middle of nowhere gave you shivers since you hadn't been there in a long time. "vampires can conceive if the woman is human, it's difficult, but it's definitely not like they say in twilight. my mother wasn't at danger, we weren't born in a matter of days and nearly killed her. somehow, we can still get our cocks hard and impregnate humans," he winked at you and got out of the car to open your door. "do you have super speed?" you asked taking his hand while going out. "i do. we develop inhuman speed, strength, hearing and smell. let's go inside, it's very cold here,". he hugged you by the shoulders and took you into his home. it was all the same, baby pictures of him and heeseung, family portraits, cozy smell and everything. "layla!" you shouted kneeling to the beautiful border collie jake got on his tenth birthday. " oh, she's missed you tons. haven't you?" he smiled. then a tall, dark-haired, deep stare was positioned in front of you, and when you lifted your head to see who it was, you couldn't recognize him. "jake, your mother had to leave. mr. sim had to attend business in japan and took her with him for dinners and all that," he nodded, a bit disappointed. "jay, she'll be staying the night. love, this is jay, he's our consultant," you stood up and held his hand, the guy smirked at you and introduced himself. jake took your hand possessively and asked for his brother, jay said he was upstairs. as you two left, you turned your head to see the new guy once more and caught him eyeing you while biting his lip, he then winked at you and left. "he's new," you said, jake nodded without answering. "hee!" you two entered heeseung's room without knocking and found him lying in his bed while watching a movie. "there she is!" the taller guy got up and lifted you like a feather, proceeded to give you a princess spin and kiss your cheeks ferociously. "okay, okay, that's enough dude," jake made him put you down and heeseung smiled. "oh, you have no idea how much i've missed you. i guess jaeyun has already explained why we had to be such pricks before, i'm so sorry," he hugged you, eyes tearing up a little. you giggled and hugged him back. "how've you been? i've missed you too, tons. i'm sorry you had to go through all that," he shook his head and smiled.
the three of you spoke for a long while, they kept on answering all of your questions until the clock hit three in the morning and you felt your eyes shutting themselves. "come with me, let's get you to bed," heeseung kissed your forehead and waved goodbye. jake took you to one of the guest rooms where you used to stay and you were shocked to see how it was precisely the same, a shit ton of your stuff you had left there still in the same places you'd left them. "jake, why didn't you at least called?" you whispered, nostalgia suddenly hitting you. "i didn't felt worthy of it. i was a prick to you, even blocked your number so you wouldn't keep trying to reach for me. i didn't felt like i had the position to come back... i did now because i can't stand seeing you with sunghoon and i know it sounds selfish, but you have to know i haven't stopped loving you and believe me, now i have an eternity to win you back," you didn't reacted to his words. you knew you cared deeply about sunghoon and had developed strong feelings for him. you had started to forget about jake, realizing he wasn't the one for you but seeing him again, it was all just very complicated. "i don't understand how you'll look eighteen forever, but... to me, you look so much older and mature," you took off your coat and placed it on a chair. he smiled and kissed your forehead, then proceeded to hug you. his body somehow managed to warm you up, you felt it all very strange but weren't arguing. jake separated a little, you two looked at each other for a little while, then you felt his head closer to yours until just a few millimetres separated you from him. "you look eighteen, but at the same time... you look older, you look better, you're mesmerizing," you regretted saying that, the image of sunghoon came to your head immediately but at the same time, you felt your lips being attacked by jake. his hands travelled through your body until you two fell to the bed.
your hands tangled into his hair and he was pierced on your waist, tongues meeting each other and sudden moans coming out of both mouths. animalistic movements from jake shocked you, him touching everything like there was no tomorrow. "wait, stop... don't, i'm with sunghoon" his name made him stand up. "you don't talk about that son of a bitch here," those were his last words before he left.
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after sending him your location, you faced the ceiling and thought about what you had done. tears rolled down your face, you felt so horrible, cheating on him.
next morning, you woke up tired and thought you had a bad dream, but after realizing where you were and reading hoon's message, you knew you didn't dream anything. sunghoon was on his way, probably arriving at any minute now since the one where he said he was coming was from twenty minutes ago. you got up and grabbed your stuff to go out, while going down the stairs you were greeted by jay. "morning, sleeping beauty. here, drink this" he said, handing you a cup of coffee. "thanks, are the twins awake?" he nodded. "it's past twelve, sweetheart. they're in the back patio, i have no idea what they're doing," you two went to the living room and sat on the couches. jay smiled at you with lust eyes, you grinned back a bit confused. "how long have you been here?" he put his head aside and said they hired him after their conversion, since the mother wasn't around that much they had to be "taken care of" for precautions. "you're not dating jake, aren't you?" you shook your head in denial while sipping your coffee. "i'm just an old friend," he chuckled, looked at you and said: "that's not what he told me," you couldn't argue since you heard both heeseung's and jake's voices coming over. when the blonde one saw you sitting next to jay he clenched his jaw. "you're awake, finally. i'll take you home," you disapproved of his comment, saying sunghoon was coming over to pick you up. "what did i fucking tell you? now that fucking asshole knows where we live, god. no, tell him i'm taking you home," again, you refuted. before an argument started, heeseung calmed jake down and told him it was fine. "how on earth is that fine? that fucker here, god! i fucking hate him," you'd never seen him like that before. why was he so weird suddenly? you could understand his jealousy but it was a little exaggerated to talk bout sunghoon like that. "stop offending him. want it or not, i'm going out with him and there's nothing you can do about it," jay made a mocking noise, but in the middle of the controversy you heard a car arriving and moments later, the doorbell. "good, he's here. let me greet him in," jake said, angrily. "no! you leave him alone, you obsessed prick. just fuck off, it was all better when you were away," the anger in your voice hurt him, but as you were walking up to the door he inhumanly got there in instants. jake opened the door and his eyes darkened, seeing the guy just stand there calmly. "oh, i'm here to-" jake interrupted him, smiled fakely and looked at you. "of course, man! we had so fun last night, take good care of my girl. i'm assuming you're her chauffeur?" heeseung sighed in denial and looked at you with sorry eyes. "please, do come back. at least for me, don't listen to him, he's madly jealous," he hugged you and kissed your forehead goodbye. jay waved at you, still lust in his eyes and a wink. "don't fucking listen to this mentally deficient idiot, please, let's just leave, hoon. i'll explain in the car," you said, stepping out of the house. "give him details, love. i'll miss you," his hands grabbed your waist and hugged you from behind, eyes pierced on sunghoon's while you tried to leave his arms. "fuck you," you replied finally getting off grabbing sunghoon's hand and basically running away. "what the fuck?" he let go and asked, visibly mad. "look, jake and i were friends since kids but he moved a few years ago to seoul, he just came back and invited me over to dinner yesterday and since my parents know him well they let me come. nothing happened yesterday, he's just fucking insane," he dissented from your explanation and began speaking. "friends since kids? that dude looked like he's your ex or something? don't lie to me, just tell me the truth," i can't. sighing, you nodded. "we never dated but liked each other, he ditched me before moving. i swear anything happened last night, he's just jealous because i'm going out with you and went crazy. sunghoon, please, believe me, you know i do love you," he looked at you and eventually, nodded. he looked at the door, in which jake was still standing up with a cynical face.
sunghoon grabbed your waist and kissed you, eyes on jake, who banged the door as soon as he saw him kissing you. when you separated, he opened the door for you and got in, then he started driving home.
days passed, you tried to forget about what had happened but really couldn't. that day you were hanging out with sunghoon and his friends, he was telling them about what had happened that day and sunoo said: "there's something off with the sim's. don't ya'll remember how they all talked about them when we were in school? there's just something about them, my parents said everyone in town knows them as creeps, i was always very shocked when i saw you with jake and heeseung as kids. they were super weird, i don't know if is because they're disgustingly rich or something... but they're creepy," you clenched your jaw at his statement. even though you were mad at jake, it still bothered you how they spoke about him or his family, because they were always very welcoming to you and your parents. there was nothing creepy about them... aside from the part where they're blood-suckers. "they're not creepy nor weird. they're a very lovely family. jake was just mad because i'm seeing sunghoon, that's it," you defended, sunghoon eyed you with jealousy. "jake's fucking weird, i do know that. as kids, he used to be super lonely and a creep, always reading alone at recess with his brother, then you came along and that's when he started being a little normal and played. it's stupid that he's jealous, you guys never dated. he's just a fucking creep," that made you mad, suddenly rising up from the table. "you know what, i'm going home. there's no need to be so fucking toxic and mean about jake or the sim's," and you left. sunghoon shouted your name, got up and followed you, but you were really mad and didn't knew why. "she doesn't care, man. leave her the fuck alone,".
you turned your head and found jake in front of sunghoon with his hands on his pockets. "move, bitch," when he pushed jake aside, he got mad and punched him in the face. "don't fucking put your hands on me," he said, walking over to you. "wait, hoon, are you okay? what the fuck?" you came up to him, lowered yourself down and held him, but he pushed you away. "you know what? i don't fucking care anymore. go with him, we're over. i didn't even buy your stupid dinner story anyway," he said. your eyes glazed and you refuted, cheeks flustered and heart racing. "what?... hoon, no, wait-" he pushed your face away, you tripped and moaned in pain. jake interfered immediately and knocked him over again. "don't you dare put another finger on her or i'll break your face, you cunt. what the fuck do you think doing that to her?" he screamed, now starting to beat him up. niki and jungwon separated jake from sunghoon, sunoo helping him stand up and seeing if he was very hurt. "go the fuck away before i kill you, piece of shit. and don't ever come near her again, you fucking hear me?" the friend group left, and jake walked over to you and held you in his arms with no hesitation. you cried on him, he comforted you. "you two have just a started and he dared to touch you, he's no man. if he really had loved you, he wouldn't even dare doing that no matter how mad he were. darling, he's not worth your tears," he held your face between his hands and brushed the salty liquid off. "let's go, c'mon, baby," he whispered to you, giving you a soft kiss on your head. jake took you to his car and let you in so he could then start the ride and leave, you imagined he’d take you to his place but he drove to your house. “come inside, my mom would love to see you”. he smiled excitedly and got out of the car immediately, after opening the door for you he walked you to the porch in which you welcomed him in. “mom! there’s someone here to see you!” you shouted, taking off your shoes. “hey, listen, father’s having a birthday dinner in the city and my mother asked me to invite you. do you think they’ll let you come with me?” you found it funny how jake ignored the fact that he just beat the shit out of sunghoon, made him believe you two had had sex, ghosted you for three whole years and stalked you for months. he was incredibly insane. “jaeyun! for christ’s sake! oh, you look so handsome and mature! my boy, i’ve missed you like crazy!".
your mother made an amazing, enormous dinner while she caught up with jake. he helped her through the whole process and never stopped smiling, when the clock hit eight your father walked through the door and refuted about work and how heavy it was all getting but as soon as he saw jake he let out a big belly chuckle. "son! oh, it's been ages! come here!" they both hugged nostalgically and they started talking about how it all had been. "help me set the table, dear," your mother asked and you obeyed, jake, without cutting chat, helped too. when it was all ready, the four of you ate happily. "it's exquisite, mrs. kim. i've missed your food a lot, me and my brother were talking about it the other day. thank you so much for the food," he made an small bow and smiled luminously at your mother. "oh, my boy. you're always welcome in this home and you'll always have a nice, steaming plate in front of you. please, do bring heeseung with you next time," she replied. you smiled, never imagining you'd be having dinner with him again at your house. "oh, mrs. and mr. kim... my father's throwing a birthday party in the city next week and he asked me to bring your daughter since he also misses her. you are also invited, of course. my mother has expressed his wishes to see mrs. kim again and have a chat, also, my father misses taking a beer with you mr. kim. —we'd never leave her alone, me and heeseung would be with her at all times and also our counselor; it'd be just for the weekend and then we'd be back. if i have your permission, i really would like to take her with us and for you to come too," your parents looked at each other while sighing, but your father nodded slowly. "well, we both have work and can’t go, son but i don't see why my daughter couldn't go. yes, jaeyun, you have my permission but i want her here on monday and i don't want you two sneaking around doing things you're not supposed to," jake smiled and thanked him, saying he'd take good care of you.
when dinner was over, jake helped clean up then said goodbye to your parents. you went outside with him and spoke up. "you didn't asked me if i wanted to go with you, but you already asked my parents," he mumbled, shyly admitting his mistake. "i have to get to sunghoon," that was something he couldn't stand. "no. no, i understand if you don't wanna come with me to my father's but you're not going back to that son of a bitch. love, how could you do that after today? please, just don't do that," jake was begging, sadness in his eyes and a grin of disgust on his face. you nodded, agreeing with what he had said before. "jaeyun," you called, he immediately raised his head and glared at you with attention. he made you smile softly, "i'll go with you to your father's if you promise me a night out," jake chuckled and nodded quickly, assuring you you'd had the best one yet.
when the weekend came, jake parked outside your house in the early morning and knocked on the door. your mother opened and welcomed him in with a huge smile, telling you you were just brushing your teeth. "jaeyun, son. can i ask you something?" she whispered, a little embarrassed. the blonde man nodded slowly and listened carefully. "are you just friends with my daughter?" jake smiled, you hadn’t even presented sunghoon as your boyfriend. she made a surprised grin and looked at him in awe. "i don't want to be just friends, but you see, she's a little hard to get, mrs. kim" the woman laughed and you asked what they were laughing about, but neither of them said a thing. "are you all set?" he asked, you nodded. your mother greeted you two goodbye and gave you a ton of instructions to follow while gone, when she was finally over, jake took your bag and carried them out. "hurry up, man. we're already late," jay shouted from inside the car and flirtily smirked at you as soon as he saw you. "i'm glad you're coming with us," heeseung hugged you as a welcome and you smiled, saying it was nothing.
after about six hours, with many stops and fights between jake and jay, jay eyeing you while biting his lip, jake trying to come closer to you and heeseung snoring, y’all arrived at seoul. “okay, we’ll be here for as long as necessary and then we’re gonna drink our livers out,” you looked at heeseung with mocking eyes, he immediately realized what he’d say. “okay, okay, but you get what i mean,” laughed and walked away with jay. you felt a hand on yours and looked up to see jake, who smiled at you. “i’ll show you your room. you should rest,”. he hugged you from the shoulders while grabbing your bags again, you two walked for a little, you watching the building in awe until you got to a suite. jake opened it with a password and as you two got in a little wow got out of your lips. “party’s at nine, but we’re only gonna be there until ten or eleven. darling, please…” he suddenly finished, grabbing your hand. you looked at him confused and he pouted. “don’t listen to jay,” as he said that, he slowly kissed your lips and the vanished out of the room. don’t listen to jay. what? what was wrong with listening to him? after you took off your shoes and coat, you decided to brush your teeth and hydrate your face but you heard a knock at the door. you walked to open it and saw a maid in it. “hello, mr. sim asked me to bring you some food. may i come in?” you nodded while smiling, she then walked out the room quickly. as you opened it you saw a note, the platter was sent by jake. “carbs before a night out are a must, babe :)” you smiled at his reminder and ate the food that was on the plate, after that, you fell asleep.
you woke up at a loud knocking on your door, when you opened it you saw jay. “back on the car you said you’d forgotten the most important thing, your dress. i brought you some options,” then two ladies stepped in your room with a whole ass closet. “thanks, jay. you may leave,” he shook his head. “i’m the one who perfectly knows the dress code for a dinner party and then clubbing, so i’ll watch you model every outfit for me,” you refuted, telling him you hadn’t showered but he didn’t back down, saying he’d wait. jake’s words sounded in your head as you entered the bathroom and while showering you kept thinking about them. when you finished you texted jake, worried.
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a knock came on the door, you heard it open and jake’s voice told jay to leave, thanked him for the dresses but said he wasn’t needed anymore. “i’ll see you later,” then again, the door. you came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, smiled at jake and thanked him for the outfits. “i picked them for you, but i fell in love with this one. i think you should try it out,” you took a look at it and then the rest of them, and told the maids you’d wear that one so they agreed.
“oh, yeah. i have a good eye, you look gorgeous,” jake looked at you up and down and bit his lip. “it’s basically printed on your skin, wow… my girl,” he whispered and stood up, telling you he’d get ready and leaving you to do the same. the ladies did your hair and makeup while they nicely chatted with you and when it was time to leave, you thanked them and walked to the elevator to meet the sims in the living room. “there she is! prettiest woman on earth!” heeseung shouted, you lowered your head a little embarrassed. jake positioned himself next to you and grabbed your waist pulling you to him, “let’s go, the quicker we get there, the quicker we can leave,” and everyone followed him. you felt looks on you, but there was one that was burning you: jay, his eyes were pierced on your skin while he walked behind the three of you. you knew he’d never love his work more. “it’s been a long time since i’ve been in the city, it’s beautiful at night. i can’t wait,” you said and heeseung smiled, assuring you you’d had the best night ever.
getting to the party place wasn’t hard, it was about ten minutes away from your hotel. the four of you walked inside, making your way in through everyone and all of them greeting the sons, jake and heeseung smiled and all that, then you got to the sim’s. “oh, oh, darling, look who’s here! oh, my girl!” the mother gave you a long, tight hug that made you tear up a little bit. she was like a second mother to you and loved her deeply. “my daughter, prettiest girl in town” mr. sim stole you from her wife’s arms and hugged you while giving you a kiss on the head. “who’ve you’ve been? we missed you so much, we’re truly sorry about the whole situation that happened. i’m sure my sons already told you everything. please! do not see us as monsters, we’re perfectly civilized creatures that will never harm an innocent individual. feel welcome with us again, we love you as part of our family” he hugged you again and told you to enjoy the party. you were happy to see them again, but you knew you had to spend the time with the twins since the parents had to be with the other guests. “these parties are always so fucking boring,” said heeseung grabbing a whisky bottle and taking a sip directly from it. the three of you began talking and making jokes, then hee started talking to jay more before their mother called them for a picture. “you two, love” she smiled at you.
jay stood beside the photographer while the family took the picture, you gasped at jake’s hard grip on your lower waist. “who’s the girl?” they asked, but you didn’t care about the response and left with the twins and jay once again. “father was lucky, he got transformed at thirty five. he got to live his life right, love my mother normally,” jake said with notalgia in his voice. “how is it that he looks older? how do you guys do that? you and heeseung also look older, your mother does too,” that was a main question for you, but he didn’t knew how to respond. “doctors” answered heeseung. “my father knows many important doctors who have contact with people in peak technology business. they inject cells in us so we resemble an age that we don’t have, father will look forty forever and so will my mom, then they’ll start dying their hair to trick people. jake and i will look twenty for a long time until we have to do the same they do right now,” his response left you speechless. you felt sad for them, not getting to live a normal life. “but let’s not fucking get talking about all this shit, pictures taken so let’s go,” heeseung took your hand and you took jake’s, jay sighed in boredom as he followed you three out of the building again.
it was about eleven thirty when you got to the club, it was crowded and the music was as loud to kill a newborn with the noise. “get me three bottles, two vodkas, one whisky,” jay shouted to the bartender due to the music, he gave them to him asking if he needed something to swallow it down but he refused. “oh, fuck, jay, do you want something?” he apologized, jay ordered a bottle of tequila for him. “HEE, DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?” you screamed worried, watching the four bottles on the table. “jake and i digest alcohol differently. suit yourself,” he winked at you while handing you one of the vodka bottles, jake grabbed the other one. people around you watched you like you were insane, but you didn’t really care.
you were determined to get drunk that night, you missed partying with the twins. they were the biggest party souls ever, when they left, you never had that same fun again.
“woah, careful baby,” jay said grabbing you by the waist to stop you from tripping. “take it easy,” he said. you took a long sip of the bottle to stop seeing jay attractive, so parted ways from him but ended up getting lost in the sea of people. you were now very dizzy after all those straight up shots, and turned around looking for jake or heeseung, but couldn’t find them. “are you lost?” a guy came up to you, dangerously approaching you. he grabbed your hand and trapped you into him, you fought to get him off but couldn’t, he tried to kiss you as you were battling him but suddenly someone punched him in the face. “get the fuck away from her,” it was jake. eyes darkened with a hint of red on them, jaw and fists clenched. “don’t go away,” he warned you and took you back to the private table. when you saw jay again, him now a bit drunk, hair now messy, flustered cheeks and lips red and puffy after kissing some random girl, you took another long sip of the bottle. “hey, hey, alright girl. keep it down, what the fuck?” jake took the bottle from you but you eyes jay again and saw him smirking in your direction, mocking you. wanting to get rid of the funny feeling between your thighs, you took jake’s cheeks and kissed him.
as the kissed elongated, the other guy’s picture vanished and you felt your heart race. jake placed one of his hands on your waist, pulling you to him and the other on your necks and so your body’s fell to the couch and kept on kissing, until heeseung screamed. “OKAY! jesus, get a fucking room!” he said, the two of you separated and looked at him while trying to catch your breaths. you also noticed jay wasn’t there anymore.
jake and heeseung two four bottles alone, and that’s when they got a little drunk. when you stopped drinking it was around four in the morning, you didn’t finish yours. jay was also a bit drunk, but not as much as you were. after seeing you kissing jake he stopped drinking to calm himself down, he took two shots of vodka and then went outside and waited in the car. it was useless to keep on fighting to spend time with you, jake was always gonna interfere. he drove you back to the hotel when he saw you entering the car, took heeseung to his suite and you and jake helped each other. “i’m going to bed,” you said, leaving him and for the first time, he didn’t reach for you since he was tired himself. when your head hit the pillow, you almost immediately fell asleep.
on monday, you went to get a coffee with heeseung. you had just arrived back home, but jake was feeling ill and jay was taken care of him. hee told you not to even ask why he was feeling sick or you’d feel disgusted. “hey, can i ask you something?” he nodded while paying. “why is jake… just different than you are? i’m not trying to offend you, hee, you know that. it’s just that he’s more impulsive, faster and stronger. is there a particular reason?” he chuckled as he sat down in the almost empty café. heeseung wasn’t offended at all, he was kind and answered your question sincerely. “well, jake doesn’t really know this, so that’s why he never said anything. when we went to seoul the year we converted, the last tests they did on us showed how i had advanced anaemia, but jake was already dying. his results showed up that he had stage two of leukemia and the sickness was advancing quickly, incredibly quickly, and in a matter of two weeks, jake was dying. he came so close to death they didn’t even had the time to explain to him what would happen after the conversion. my father had to bit him in the car. that’s when he hired jay, he is with us because he’s in charge of jake and everything that happens to him. jay was the one who has to explain it all, the one who had to be there for him in the middle of the night because jake would wake up screaming in pain. he suffered ten times more than i did, he said for six whole months he felt a stinging, burning pain inside his body and i felt it two, but jake would squirm in agony, blood came out of his eyes, everything was horrible. jay “trained him”, my father trained me. we were separated for a year and a half until we managed to get use to what we were, but most of all it was because of jake,” heeseung shut up when the waitress brought the coffees and desserts. she left quickly and he looked at you, your eyes concerned and your grin sad. “we’re aware of jake’s gifts and worry about him. so, since jake was already dying and his blood was useless, it’s color was pinkish… he was just… dying. the poison affected him harder because of this but he had to suffer to be like what he’s now. father explained to me, jay and my mother that since he was so weak, the poison worked harder on him because it got to attack everything, with us, it didn’t. since my blood was not as weak as his, i didn’t get everything he has, it just helped me not to die and develop a few skills. jake got it all, he’s… different,” he nodded. quietly, heeseung sipped on his coffee and looked at you. “but it also means jake needs to haunt more. he’s sick because… animal blood doesn’t calm him for a long time, so he gets insufferable and has to haunt. jay tries to calm him down with reserves and it's a gruelling job to do, many times he doesn't succeed and jake goes insane,” it was a little embarrassing for him to tell you that, but you weren’t disgusted or anything, you were just worried. “so jay… takes the hard work,” he nodded and confirmed that it’s why they don’t get along. heeseung tried to tell you not to be scared of jake since he wasn’t a danger to you. “vampires, we’re like animals. when we care deeply about an individual we protect them and cherish them, we won’t be mentally capable of hurting them no matter how desperate or hungry we get,” his words of affirmation trying to calm you down made you smile, finding it cute. you reassures heeseung you weren’t scared of his brother, nor of him and kept on talking about some other doubts you may have. “jake doesn’t know how to respond to some questions because he wasn’t, let’s say… trained, perfectly. even though jay is a vampire too, his father died many years ago and was taken under my grandfather’s wing; he’s our cousin. since my own father trained me well, i understand perfectly what is or will happen to me and to jake; jay still asks my father for advice, he’s young too. it was my grandfather who put him in charge of jay after hiring him for a big salary,” you were shocked at the statement, having no idea jay was a sim too.
after a while you ended up leaving the café, while heeseung hugged your shoulders you spotted your now old friend group. sunghoon ran to you and the guy next to you pulled you closer to him with strength. “please, please listen to me, please i need to talk to you. i am so truly sorry, please take me back,” he begged, niki trying to pull him away while apologizing, but sunghoon tears made your heart small. he kept on talking and pleading but you couldn’t, jake would hate you forever and also, what he has said about sunghoon was a fact. “i’m sorry, hoon” you whispered and eyed at heeseung to keep walking. “DON’T LEAVE ME FOR BLOOD SUCKERS! NOT FOR RICH PEOPLE! I AM SORRY, PLEASE JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!” he screamed, gaining people’s attention. “get in the car,” heeseung said, closing the door to the expensive black vehicle. you saw him going up to sunghoon and took him by the neck collar of his shirt, he said some words you obviously couldn’t hear but immediately left the car as you saw him punching his nose. not again. “heeseung! no! leave him alone!” you shouted, running to sunghoon and taking him into your arms. “oh, jesus. you broke his nose!” your friend glared at you, mad. sunoo came to you and told you they’d take care of him, but niki told you something: “sunghoon has cheated on you ever since you guys started going out, and he has been saying you were just a backup. we didn’t knew this. he deserves it. please, don’t feel pity for him and leave with heeseung” you frowned your face and hee helped you up, taking you into his arms again. “you knew that?” you whispered, he sighed and got you into the car again and he drove off racing. “why do you think jake hates him so deeply? he was jealous of him, but also knew what he’d done but he knew you really liked sunghoon, he didn’t wanted to hurt you,” that was the end of the conversation. you told him to drive to his place after a few minutes, he refused as he reminded you the state jake was in but you said you didn’t care. “it’s not easy to see him like that, love. i’m taking you to your house,” again, you refuted. your insistence was too much he ended up giving up and warning you about how you’d see him and how you couldn’t do anything about it. “how does sunghoon know what you are?” heeseung shook his head. he was mad. “he doesn’t. town speculates on it because of mom’s skin, how pale we are and how far away we live. it’s been a rumor since we’re kids,”.
after getting home, the screams from inside could be heard from were you were. heeseung looked at you with an eye told you written all over his face, but you wanted to see jake, at least be there with him. “HEESEUNG!” jay screamed and he ran. the cousin was trying to keep jake still but he was just screaming out in pain. you had never thought you’d see such a horrifying scene.
jake’s eyes were as red as blood, under eyes filled with vains, fangs immense and his body was fighting to get out. jay’s eyes were also red. “WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?” he screamed, everything was just a mess. you slowly walked to were they were and sat on jake’s side, jay and heeseung screamed at you for invading the scene but you didn’t listen to them. “WHEN I SAID HE WOULDN’T HURT YOU DIDN’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST DO THAT!” again, you paid no attention. “how long has he been without hunting and how much blood does he need? and, can he hear me?” heeseung cursed at you to leave, but jay did reply. “he’s been four months without haunting and to satisfy the hunger he needs a person then he can go off again, and yes, yes he can hear you. NOW FUCK OFF!” you nodded, lowering yourself to jake’s ear and whispered. “let’s get you sunghoon. i’ll get him here, you can have him,” jake, who had stopped screaming and squirming as soon as you touched his chest, turned his head to look at you. he made no expression, he just calmed down a little. “sunghoon,” he whispered. heeseung and jay looked at each other and denied the request. “no, we can get someone like that. no,” but you reassured it would all be fine. “sunghoon tends to go jogging in the woods since he likes to be alone. he knows the whole forest, he’s been exploring ever since he was a kid. people have warned him about going in there alone, so his death will be shocking but expected because he's just that stubborn. if jake gets sunghoon, his hunger will really calm down. he’s been eyeing him ever since he’s seen me with him,” jay tilted his head and looked at you in awe. why were you suddenly such an expert on the topic? “she’s right,” heeseung ended up saying. jay still argued it was a bad idea while you explained the plan to him, make it look like a disappearance so people’s warnings to sunghoon would become real. "but she sounds so scary wanting to kill someone, what the fuck?" you smiled at him and told him it was only to help jake, he ended up giving up since the situation hadn't gotten as horrible as this ever since he got converted.
you called sunghoon, inviting him for a jog but asked him not to tell anyone since you were a little embarrassed. he agreed immediately. going jogging was something you two did together, so for him it wasn't weird. after about fifteen minutes, he called you. "where are you? it's chilly," you told him you were on the tree you two had their first kiss in and he asked you to stay there. by that time, jake was already in the forest and you knew it was all done. you basically murdered sunghoon. the thought of it made you cry, not because of him but because of the crime you'd committed. "hey, it's okay. i mean... well, this is unfortunately something he has to do. that guy was a fucking asshole, love" heeseung tried to comfort you and you suddenly realized he was right. if your feelings for jake kept nourishing, you had to accept he was a killer.
you went up to jake's room, you hadn't been there in a long, long while. everything was like you remembered though it all had changed. the sheet covers, the posters were down, the walls weren't blue anymore but white. there was just a little corner in blue, you remembered that corner very well. as kids and teenagers, you and jake had written all over that little part of the wall. your names in a heart, your heights through the years, your and his hands painted on it and next to that, were all of the photos jake had of you and him and you alone. you took a picture of you and him where you were kissing, you took that picture when you were seventeen and went hiking with layla. you had so many memories with jake, he had been the only man who had truly made you happy and now that you were nineteen, you were sure of your feelings; you never stopped loving jake, always waiting for his return. with a smile on your face, you laid down on his bed and fell asleep after a while, tired.
you woke up slowly at the door opening and heavy breathing, as you opened your eyes you turned to face who it was. jake fell onto the ground and whined in pain, you got up and went to him worried. "jake..." he placed his hands on his face quickly, preventing you from watching his face. "jake, are you okay now?" you asked, eyes glazing up while holding him. "please, leave. i don't want you to see me like this," he whispered embarrassedly. you refuted his comment and caressed his hair. "i don't care about it, i just want you to be okay. i don't care if you're a vampire, a werewolf or the devil; i love you, jake. i will always love you no matter what," he squirmed, feeling his cheeks fluster. "don't you dare compare me to those dirty dogs," you quietly laughed. he took his hands off his face and you saw him finally.
his eyes were still red, his fangs were significantly smaller than how they were before and his breathing was regular now. "it was sunghoon, yeah?" you nodded softly. "how did you know killing him would satisfy me for a longer time?" your eyes faced down and you explained to him how you had a very long talk with your father before leaving seoul and he explained everything to you. "was his blood yummy?" you joked, jake burst out of laughter telling you it was a very dark joke to make, but you didn't care. you hugged jake tightly. "please, don't ever leave me again, sim jaeyun. if you do i'll cut your head off and bur in down," he opened his mouth in shock and you smiled at him. your hands travelled to his neck and pulled him closer. "let me clean up, my mouth's covered in blood..." he whispered, you refuted it. "you look even hotter,". your lips attacked his and a battle started between you two, jake pinned you to the floor and praised your curves with his hands. he then picked you up and threw you onto his bed, desperately your tongue licked off the rest of the blood from his face. "see? all cleaned up, i'm very good at cleaning my own mess off," jake moaned and kissed you again. your hands managed to take jake's shirt off with him helping you do it, he then took off yours and you started unbuckling his belt and as you did it, he took off your skirt. "oh, you're already wet? what for, babe?" he mocked you. his lips were now on your neck, knowing damn well hed leave a mark in there. when you two were completely naked you touched jake's abs and sighed, the hardness under your hands gave his skin a little warmth. "we're not teenagers anymore, we can take this another way," he said while kneeling, you sat on the bed and tilted your head not knowing what he meant. his hands gripped onto your waist you knew he would most definitely leave bruises on it. "ride my face, angel" jake said in a tone that almost shocked you. you heard him cuss under his breath as he slowly kissed your clit ridiculously soft, his lips nearly touching you just to start licking you completely like you were some sort of icecream, then a finger went inside you making you shake and throw your head back. your fingers reached for his hair and tangled on it, jake's mouth working up like crazy on you. "f-fuck... i just missed you so much," you said while your hips began moving themselves on his tongue, you felt him smiling. with now two fingers into you and his tongue basically attacking your clit you felt your climax building up. "uh-uh, not just yet, princess," he abruptly stopped touching you. you whined out in disapproval, jake laughed at you because of you desperate you were. "no patience, huh?" he stroked his cock a little and you stared blankly at him doing it, but he wasn't just about to give it to you just yet. he wanted to savour the moment. “you’ve been making me go crazy all these days, watching jay, kissing dead boy in front of me. do you know how many nights i’ve stroked myself just thinking about you?” he said as he made a trace of kisses from your thighs to your abdomen, quickly reaching your breasts. he took one in his mouth and made little circles around your hard nipples. “my girl, i love you. for me, it’s always been you, since we were kids. i haven’t longed anyone, only you,” he whispered, begging to touch your puffy clit. jake’s words travelled from one of your ears to the other, if you were in your normal mental state of mind you would’ve listened carefully but at the moment you would only think about how hot the situation was. “wanna make you feel good, pup,” you said in between hiccups. his eyes glazing over the sudden nickname he hadn’t heard in three years. your hand pushed jake onto the bad and you were now the one kneeling in front of him.
his now very hard cock looked prettier than ever, you panicked at the size and thick shaft in front of you and took a bit of the precum showing to wet it a little. jake exhaled at the movement and watched every single move you made. your hand reached your tongue to start giving slow strokes with both of your hands, making eye contact with him as you knew his chest was pounding. “oh- baby, please-” he pleaded, you chuckled at his words. “who’s the impatient one now?” you mocked. when he was worked up, you opened your mouth and took his dick into it. jake threw his head back and moaned loudly, his hand grabbing your hair tightly pushing his shaft to your throat. your head started bobbing on it as some tears ran down your eyes due to the depth he was in. his hips moved rough as he began fucking your throat. “that’s it. take it like the big girl you are, princess” he whispered caressing your cheek and moving it to meet his other hand on your hair, with the free one he moved your head.
jake’s moans were so loud you knew the next morning everyone would be uncomfortable seeing you two, but you didn’t really have a fuck then. “good god, you take me in so well. s-shit!” he pushed you in so deep your nose hit his pelvis and your nails digged onto his skin as if trying to hold yourself not to choke. his hips roughly moved inside you and his chest let out a contained moan that had been waiting to come out, it was so loud it echoed in the room. “good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, jesus!” your mind couldn’t articulate thoughts, the only thing in i was jake, jake, jake, jake, jake.
he began to shiver underneath you and his abdomen felt hot, as it began to clench and his whimpers made one of your hands meet your puffy clit starting to satisfy your own self. “gonna cum, gonna cum. oh, baby, please… please, suck me dry,” he pleaded as his eyes formed small tears of pleasure and he sang your name in a moan as you felt his hot salty cum go down your throat. “oh, f-fuck!” his eyes wide shut and his body collapsing on his shoulders made you smile as you swallowed his seed. you stood up and crawled to his face, kissing him hungrily. jake groaned as he carried your body onto the bed and placed you underneath him, “shit, i don’t have any fucking condoms” he whispered under your ear as he left a dark mark on it, now very worried. you frowned your eyebrows and whined. “what? i’m a fucking vampire, it’s not like i fuck everyday” his comment made you laugh but he shut you up kissing you again. “should we go raw?” he suddenly asked, your horniness making you shake your head in approval and with a hungry smiling face. “yeah, raw. please, just fuck me,” you asked whimpering. you stroked him for a moment to prep him. “do you remember how hard it was for you to take me when we were teens?” he mocked you as the tip hit your core. you punched him in the arm and he laughed it off. “i’m telling you just to see if you’re sure about this? we can stop at any moment you want,” you smiled and shook your head. “i do remember it was hard for me to take, but i wanna do this. i’ve been wanting this for a while too,” your whisper made him happy, and his cock began thrusting into you.
a burn, stinging pain hit your body like a bolt he realized this and held your hands while leaving small kisses in your cheeks. “remember red is our emergency color” he whispered and you nodded repeatedly. “is it all in now?” you asked, jake stuttered as he saw just the half of his cock buried now. “it’ll hurt more if you’re this tense. try and relax, don’t think about the pain,” he reassured. your hands interlaced with his gave you comfort and he kept on kissing you. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, you nodded softly and he obeyed. jake caressed your skin with his fingertips and waited patiently. you relaxed your whole body and he felt how your insides began to accept him. “okay, you can move now,” he looked at you for a moment, asking for another confirmation and you nodded approving him.
his hips began thrusting and you felt your abdomen get hot, he was indeed, huge. the pain had gone away now and slowly, you started feeling very horny again. “oh…” you exhaled, jake smirked. you let go of his hands to caress his abs and moaned his name loudly, jake began pushing in harder and rougher and suddenly, the whole situation has turned into a huge, animal ritual. “oh my god!” the moans that came out of you weren’t even human, you thought. his mouth attacked yours and your tongues tangled roughly. when he backed off a stray of spit connected you and he frowned his eyebrows in pleasure. “have you fucked anyone while i was away?” you couldn’t lie to him. you had dated sunghoon for a whole year, you had slept with him several times. “i have, i did. but he was nothing like you, jake. nothing like you!” you moaned as he harshly pounded into you with jealousy. “how dare you give another man what’s mine?” his raspy voice scared you as he turned you over facing the mattress. “ass up you little slut,” you obeyed and felt his hand imprint on your skin as a dry spank hit your left cheek. “i’ll just clean his trace off you, then. it’s what you’ll get for being a whore,” his words resonated on your head as you felt more spanks coming to you. “don’t act all innocent, i know you’ve fucked more girls. your sim jake after all,” you said in between moans, he chuckled at the flattery but denied your allegation. “i haven’t been with anyone else than you. i’ve fucked myself to the pictures you used to sent me and the videos we made. i knew this moment would sooner or later, i didn’t wanna mess my pretty cock for you”.
back when you were seventeen, you and jake would have fun making home videos in which you sucked him off and viceversa, you never recorded yourselves fucking. “i’m sorry,” you said as the brutal spanks became harder and harder. “i didn’t fucking hear you,” and another one, and another one. “make everyone wake up, c’mon. apologize for being a whore and offer yourself to another dirty man,” when he finished saying that he buried himself entirely onto you, making your eyes roll back and your feet rise up in pleasure. “oh- i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for being a fucking whore and fucking another guy! i am so, so sorry, jake!” you screamed in agony.
he was satisfied, so he kept on with his work and rubbed your ass cheeks comforting them after being abused. “all pretty and all fucking mine,” he whined as he fucked you from behind. “ride me. i wanna see you fucking me now,” he spanked you one last time but laughed at it since it wasn’t intentional. you topped him confidently and positioned your hands on his chest while grabbing it softly. “ohhh- tell me, baby. how many times have you ridden your bunny toy thinking it was my cock?” how did he…? oh yeah, he stalked you. still, the comment made you embarrassed as you started to move up and down, feeling your boobs jump a little. “tell me” he claimed. it was too embarrassing for you to admit, you knew he had heard you moan his name while you acted every single obscene sexual scene known to men in your room. “a lot. loads of times… i just missed you that much, never gotten over your cock,” you whined, eyes wide shut feeling yourself move faster. your body tripped and fell onto his abdomen and your boobs were on his face, your hips moving up and down, back and forward feeling your orgasm build up quickly. jake played with your breasts and licked them from time to time as he groaned in pleasure. “uh, no. no, no, you don’t get to cum, baby. how am i gonna allow that after you had another man’s dirty cock buried into you?” he said in such a sweet tone if you knew he wasn’t being a son of a bitch you’d smile lovely at him. “you don’t get to cum,” he stated.
jake pushed you off and threw you into the mattress again, that’s when he fucked you to nonsense. you felt your head numb and your eyes rolled up so hard to the back of your head you felt they’d do an entire 360° spin. his hand groped your throat and he demanded you to look at him and so you did. “if you want to cum, you’ll have to beg for it, my love” his shaky whisper itself made you want to explode. your face was burning red and your moans could be heard in the entire house, you didn’t care anymore about both jay and heeseung, you only cared about your dearest orgasm. “jake- please! please, let me cum! i’ll do anything for you! just let me cum, please! i want it so bad, your cock makes me feel so good! all filled up- i’m just drunk by it, please! fuck me and mark me, please!” you screamed, tears rolling down your face and pain in your eyes clearly exposed. it wasn’t enough for him, he wanted for you to make him believe he was the only man for you. “you own me! i’m yours from head to bottom! i’ll only serve and please you! please, please, if you let me cum i’ll show it to you every single day!” he smiled. his hand rubbed your clit harshly and his movements became quicker. “cum for me, darling” he said and you immediately obeyed, letting yourself go completely. you thought you had opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out of it, you orgasm shook you so roughly you squirmed underneath him as your insides tighten around him. “s-shit, jake!” then there was the scream. jake was satisfied.
“oh, i’m the only one who does this to my baby,” his voice shook and his movements became clumsy. he was also going to cum. “kneel,” he asked and you did. you stroked his dick for him and stared at him with the most lustful eyes he could’ve ever seen. your tongue came out a little to receive his cum but what made jake cum was your shaky body, flustered cheeks, dark huge pupils and messed up hair. “o-oh, f-fucking hell,” he bursted out letting a loud moan off his throat and his hand reached for his face as he threw his head back.
you didn’t expect it like that, so your face was completely covered in cum. when jake regained consciousness, he looked down to find you eating his seed. “it would’ve been better if you filled me up,” he cussed himself for not doing that. “c’mere, let’s get my princess all cleaned up,” he said, still out of breath and legs sensitive from his recent orgasm.
he took you to his bathroom and cleaned your face with a baby wipe then gave you a kiss on the forehead. jake carried you in his arms like a princess and deposited your body on the bed, then hugged you and filled you up with kisses. “i love you,” you said, he looked at you in awe and smiled as big as a little boy. “i love you too,” he responded and you both kissed cliché-ishly. “i wanna go out, baby. wanna take you on dates, hold your hand, kiss you, love you right. i wanna marry you. i said one time that i wished for us to get married when we were older and i maintain my position: i wanna marry you. so please, let me go out with you in order to get married,” he was insane and you loved it. you nodded repeatedly as you kissed his face all over. you couldn’t deny marrying jake simply had always been your dream, always. “oh, wait i have a question. will you get all crazy when i get my period? will you eat me out then?” jake gave you a soft snap in the head and you burst laughed. “don’t be ridiculous… i don’t know that yet,”.
“morning!” heeseung exclaimed, dark eyes on him. “sleep fucking well?” he asked, eyeing at you two while sipping coffee. “you motherfuckers should keep it down or fuck in a hotel, damn, you’re fucking loud,” jay pointed at his cousin madly and defeated. “sorry,” you whispered covering your head with your hands. “yeah, well. glad you guys enjoyed our show! we’re going out for brunch, bye!” heeseung stopped him. “you can’t do that, idiot. you killed park sunghoon yesterday, his disappearance is all over the news,” jake shrugged his shoulders and pouted. “so what? it’s not like i did it, i’m a regular citizen,” he winked at him and took your hand to leave the house. “turd”.
jake drove his lambo to town, he parked at a café he knew you loved and went inside holding your hand and kissing your head. he ordered for both of you and sat down. as you were about to speak, you saw sunoo, jungwon and niki feeling down and tired. “oh, shit” jake whispered and expected you to run to them, but you didn’t. “it’s not like we have to do anything with it anyways, don’t we?” you smiled at him.
niki looked up and saw you, shocked about seeing you couple up with jake. jungwon sighed and looked at sunoo who was already looking back at him. “sunghoon did her dirty, she has all the right to be happy” everyone nodded. “still, i can sense something off of that one,” jungwon commented, half closing his eyes while analyzing jake. “i guess it is true, there’s something terribly off about the sim’s”.
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new year, new fic! welcome enhypen.
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