#mostly because that's his fucking husband and he looks amazing how dare you
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Sir Hegemol attends the Lifeblood Court :)
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#I just think he deserves to get all gussied up#put on his bugday best#lurien would be happy to do so#he WILL eat anyone who comments bad on his husband's attire#mostly because that's his fucking husband and he looks amazing how dare you#but also because he's the one who made heg's outfit and he's like HEY.#dont insult his art#or his husband#bugsband#hollow knight#lurimol#hk lurien#hk hegemol#mighty hegemol#lurien the watcher#my art#mallowdraws
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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 10
The boys spend their day in Indy just having fun and getting to know each other a bit. Also what happens to Steve at the thrift shop actually happened to my husband. He and a group of friends went to a thrift store to find the wildest outfit they could put together and my husband’s outfit shouldn’t have worked, but did.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
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Steve pulled away from the hotel parking lot and looked over at Eddie. “You ready for the only portion of this shindig that I’m paying for?”
Eddie laughed. “I still worry about breaking your bank, Stevie.”
“I’m using my dad’s ‘emergency’ credit card for this, sunshine,” Steve replied. “And if asked, I’ll just tell him that the earthquake caused minor damage to the house.”
“Steven Alexander Harrington are you committing fraud?” Eddie asked all wide-eyed with mocking shock.
“One, how the fuck do you know my full name?” Steve asked. “And two, it’s only fraud if my father didn’t authorize my use of the card, which he did. Regardless of what the use is for, I can’t commit fraud.”
Eddie laughed. “It was on your medical leave forms. I may have had Robin peek while you were still out from dehydration and low blood sugar. Something I still need to kick your ass for by the way.”
Steve snorted. “Traitors. The both of you. And until you can catch me, sunshine, I think I’ll be fine in the ass kicking department.”
Eddie pouted.
Steve reached out and stroked his cheek. “Did anyone tell you, you have the most beautiful eyes ever?”
Eddie leaned into the touch. “Not usually. Mostly they’ve been called dirty or muddy. Though, I do recall my mother calling them chocolate buttons, but that’s more cute, than beautiful.”
Steve dared to take his eyes off the road for a brief second to smile fondly at him. He turned back to the road. “You are by far the most amazing person I have ever met. But if we’re being honest, I think I was attracted to you before the Upside Down bullshit.”
“Right back ‘atcha, big boy,” Eddie teased.
They pulled up to the first thrift store and it was closed.
“Stupid places being run by religious nut jobs,” Steve groused on their way back to the car. “Don’t these assholes realize that poor people don’t work nine to five?”
Eddie shook his head. “And what would you know about that?”
Steve looked over at him confused. “You do realize that I have a held down a minimum wage job for the last year, right?”
Eddie frowned. “But why? You have access to your dad’s credit cards. Why work if you don’t have to?”
Steve buried his hands into his jeans’ pockets and leaned up against the door of the car. “Until I turned eighteen I was given an allowance to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Usually beer and weed. But when I didn’t graduate top of my class to get into all those fancy schools, they cut me off. The credit card I have access to is for ‘emergencies only’. And paying the house bills.” He cocked his head to the side. “And for making sure I continue to look the part of their dutiful son.” He waved at his clothes.
“But I decided to say ‘fuck it’, you know,” he continued. “Since I’ve turned eighteen I don’t think they’ve stayed in that house more than a week or two at most. And that’s total, not at a time.” He kicked at the pavement scuffing his sneaker. “If they can’t be bothered to come running home when the god damn earthquake was on the national news, then I’m going to go hog wild. I’m going to have fun and give the best, bravest boy a day of fun. Because he deserves it. Because I deserve to give it to him.”
Eddie pulled Steve into a hug. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Sometimes I forget that I’m not a mind reader and can’t actually know what goes on behind closed doors.”
Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and buried his head into his shoulder. “I just hate that even the people closest to me still apologize for me being a dick in high school or act like I haven’t changed. Like when Nancy and Robin picked me up from the hospital they were teasing me about me about something that Robin thought was misogynistic but it wasn’t. But they acted like they expected me to be. Just because of that’s how I would have been in high school.”
Eddie rubbed Steve’s back. “Maybe it’s because I’ve had time away from you since high school I can see that you’ve changed. You call me brave. But honey, I only did what I had to to save Dustin. But you? Darling, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but most people don’t literally put their bodies on the line for people that hurt them.” He leaned back so that he could see Steve’s face. He reached up and cupped his cheek. “People unconnected to them via blood ties. You and Robin could have walked away at any time. And probably should have after being tortured. But you didn’t. You stuck around. You fought against the toughest bad guy even in fantasy terms and you still stuck around. And that’s worthy of praise in my book.”
Steve let out a sigh and nodded. Eddie pressed their lips together.
“Come on,” he said, pushing Steve to the side so that he could open the door for him. “There must be thrift shop not run by poor people hating bastards.”
Steve laughed and got into the car.
Eddie hurried to the passenger side and pointed at the road. “Tally ho!”
Steve just shook his head and did as he was bid.
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The next shop was open and while they were looking for band shirts, they also decided to see who could come up with the tackiest, most horrifically colored monstrosity of an outfit.
Eddie won. Even though Steve had picked outrageous colors, wild patterns, and a mishmash of styles when he put it all together, it looked good. Eddie laughed so hard.
“I don’t know what happened,” Steve whined.
Eddie looked around before pulling him close. “I do. You just have this perfect sense of style that even when it’s supposed to be awful, you make it look good.”
Steve huffed out a laugh. “I guess so. I wish I brought a camera to take a picture of this, so we can show them back home.”
Eddie’s eyes lit up. “I’ll be right back!” He took off like a shot running around the shop like a gremlin. He came back a few minutes later with an ancient looking Polaroid camera.
He took a couple of pictures of Steve in different poses and then had Steve do the same with him.
They paid for their purchases. Eddie having found and bought the camera at the thrift shop. What had taken the time was finding film for it.
They went out for lunch and Eddie took a picture of the two of them at the restaurant, smiling into the camera.
Eddie took Steve to his favorite record store. They wandered around and abused each of their music tastes. But they both agreed that Depeche Mode brought something new and interesting to the genre. So Steve bought “Black Celebration” on cassette for the ride home.
Eddie looked up at the guitars longingly.
“Wayne told me that he was only able to find your acoustic,” Steve said softly, “but not the Warlock after the earthquake.”
Eddie nodded. “I think it was because it got destroyed in the Upside Down, it didn’t exist in the Top Side anymore.”
Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Eds.”
Eddie nodded and they left soon after.
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They palled around Indy for a bit. Taking in the sites and just giggling like school children.
They headed back to hotel to shower and change for dinner.
As they opened the door to the hotel room, Eddie said, “You don’t have some other mega star going to meet us for dinner, do you?”
Steve laughed. “Not for dinner, no.”
Eddie eyed him suspiciously. “What do you mean not for dinner? Does that mean Ozzy was the only super star or does that mean I’m meeting someone else later?”
Steve just grabbed his bag and ducked into the bathroom without saying a word.
He just took a short shower and got out quickly. He came back out to see Eddie rummaging around a large black gift bag.
“Ozzy’s team finally delivered,” Eddie said. “You have one, too.”
Steve walked up to the bag that was on the fancy side table near the door. There was a tag that said, “For Steve, the guard dog.”
He just shook his head and took it over to the bed to look through what he got. There were a couple of tour shirts and some cassettes. A signed tour poster. At the bottom of the bag were two small boxes. There was a little note attached to the largest of the two boxes.
“Every good guard dog needs cool sunglasses.” Steve opened it up and on the inside of the top of the box was some designer from England that he only vaguely recognized because his mother had gone on and on about them the last time she was home. The glasses weren’t round like Ozzy’s but they weren’t sharp like Steve’s.
They looked like the guy in the suit’s sunglasses. Carefully crafted to cover the whole eye and rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose. He put them on and holy hell. He could see clearly but through the tint of the glass. They were far superior to fancy sunglasses he bought.
Eddie whistled. “Looking good, Stevie.” He saw the other box. “What’s in that?”
Steve looked down at the smaller box in confusion. “I don’t know yet.” He opened the lid and gasped. It was a simple necklace with a single red crystal hanging from it. The crystal shimmered like a flame.
“Wow,” Eddie murmured. “You’re wearing that tonight, yes?”
Steve could only nod. Not wearing it would feel like he was insulting Ozzy’s tastes or rather his wife’s Sharon’s. But also because it was beautiful in and of itself.
“You think it’s safe for me to take a bath or no?” Eddie asked as he stood up up from the bed.
Steve looked at his watch. “I’d wait until we get back tonight. We still have eat and get into our clothes for the concert.”
Eddie nodded. He got a quick shower and was back out in minutes. They put on clothes similar to the night before, with just the dinner jacket the same.
Steve kissed Eddie sweetly on the lips and Eddie hummed happily.
“This trip just keeps getting better and better, sweetheart,” he said, resting his forehead against Steve’s.
“It isn’t over with yet,” Steve promised. “There is so much more coming. So so much more.”
Eddie sighed. “You are too good to me, baby.”
Steve kissed him again. “I’m really not. It’s the perfect level of awesome for you.”
“But too good for Dustin, right?” Eddie teased, reminding Steve of what he said at the hospital.
“Taking him to Indy for the weekend would have been too good for the butthead,” Steve deadpanned.
Eddie burst out laughing. “That’s certainly true.”
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(A/N): Some IkePri as Roommates Headcanons, because my own roommate is making me want to eat my cactus. :,)
The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 1
Warnings: Nokto's a lil bit Spicy, honestly mostly crack
Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince
Word count: 1.044
Gilbert von Obsidian
honestly, menace
i'm 100% sure that he does not know how to cook
doesn't he like to poison peoples food? yeah.
but like, hes not doing it on purpose - he has this really cool game of thrones cookbook which he uses for almost all his meals
hes having three mental breakdowns and calls his mother two times which results in her just not answering the phone anymore
has no problem with asking you for help tho
when you enter the kitchen you have to look twice at what he made
,,Idk why it's so orange, I didn't even use orange ingredients!''
You get my point
otherwise hes actually very nice to you
hes still the kind of guy who would laugh his ass off if you fell before helping you up
hes keeping a clean room and follows the cleaning plan for your apartment
i imagine him to get cold SO easily - like you'd rather catch this man dead than with an open window in winter
80/100 would roommate again
Silvio Ricci
*sigh*
the complete opposite of Gilbert
hes using those italian roots
dont you fucking dare cook without him because lo' and behold, this man cooks like he worked with Gordon Ramsay his entire life
he insists on wearing his rings tho no matter what hes cooking which results in him cursing like a sailor every five minutes
husband material in the kitchen
the rest,,, not so much
i imagine that he does clean but like BARE minimum
like, the barest - the line is ON THE FLOOR
vacuuming the floor but not under furniture, that bad
he doesnt get why, he never sees it anyways and he has better things to do
i think his rooms smells very good, like eros from versace
problem is, it smells A LOT
so now your entire apartment smells like eros from versace
if you have a sensitive nose, I'm sorry for you
60/100 would roommate again
Keith Howell
okay so lets say Keith is uh,,, less fucked up
he mostly keeps to himself but if he needs something, he asks you
you don't know how he does it but you never hear a peep out of his room - as if he just sleeps 90% of the day
hey, maybe he does - i could almost relate
if you guys get along well, hes actually a really sweet man
his actions speak louder than his words tho
you need something build? ask Keith! you need something carried up (or down) the stairs? ask Keith! there is a fucking huge spider in your room? ...run, because Keith wouldnt touch that thing for the life of him
i imagine that hes as quiet as he is because my man is studying
straight A student but is shit at explaining things so he can't really help you
you both end up crying if he tries to exlpain math to you
80/100 would roommate again
Sariel Noir
it feels like your living with your grandma
in the most amazing way possible
dont get me wrong, i love Sariel but I'm 100% sure that this man would act like an old lady
he loves these really old tablecloths that look like this
puts them everywhere too - on your kitchentable, on the little drawer by the frontdoor and i BET the even has them on his desk
like omg little versions of them for his flowers and like little pots with random shit in them
i bet he makes them himself too
hes way to old to be a student but for the sake of this, lets say hes in his 20s
also a straight A student and, obviously, really great at tutoring
you guys share the same classes and that saved your ass more than once
he takes the tutoring seriously, very seriously
he doesnt whip you when you fail, he rather makes you do chores around the house for longer than you'd have to
90/100 would roommate again
Rio Ortiz
puppy dog boy l
i can't not see him as anything else
you guys knew each other before you moved in together
when you told him that you needed a roomie, he made sure that he would be the one moving in with you
obviously in love with you, doesnt even hide it
makes sure youre never hungry, everything is clean
i'm sure that even if you guys had a cleaning plan, he'd just clean before you have the chance to
simp
also, a yes friend
dyeing your hair? yes. cutting your hair at 2am as a result of a mental breakdown? yes. randomly rearranging your bedroom? yes.
loves to cuddle
spends a lot of time in the living room, waiting for his pray (you) to fall into his trap (the sofa) to be violenty (softly) ripped apart (cuddled)
you have to remind him to relax once in a while, hes not your butler after all
100/100 would roommate again
Clavis Lelouch
*sigh_pt.2*
i mean, at least it doesnt get boring around him
opposite of Keith, hes loud as fuck in his room
watches 'try not to laugh' challenges only to laugh 90% of the time
he loves to prank you (really now)
he once put bleach in your shampoo but ended up using it himself on accident
he played it off as planned, mastertrapper clavis doesnt fail
doesnt cook for himself, he snatches food from you
tried his hand at baking and it actually turned out good
it looked like a disaster
he ruined the taste by putting random shit in it to prank you
,,don't worry, it tastes better than it looks!!'' *hides the tuna can behind his back*
youre actually the one tutoring him
he finds studying boring af so he just doesnt do it
straight B student because the universe is unfair
his room is a mess which follows him wherever he goes
60/100 would (think twice about) roommate again-
Nokto Klein
:I
fuckboy (in the most insulting way possible)
i cant keep defending this man
isnt home, like ever
only if he brings people home
no matter the gender, he brings them home
results in you having a lot of akward run-ins
is also really loud in his room for.. reasons
definetly tried to fuck you once and even if you say no, the flirty-teasy remarks never stop
he'd never disrespect you in any way tho
if you look past his fuckboy-self, hes actually a gentleman
if hes home, that is
helps you with homework (if hes home)
cooks you food if you dont have time (if hes home)
you dont know where he is, you guess that hes partying
hes with his family - mostly Licht
due to,,, problems,, he and Licht hat to stick together
hes still visiting bars after
40/100 would (really question myself if we) roommate again
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Through The Looking Glass
Summary: Jefferson thinks you’re perfect
Pairings: Jefferson X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, self love, mirror sex, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.4K
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“What did you just say?” Jefferson turns to glare at you, and you take a step back away from him. “Oh no, my beautiful Sugar Cube, what was it that you just fucking said?”
Tears blur your vision and you take another step back from him, but he takes a few long strides towards you, and nearly drags you into the room of mirrors. Spinning your body in front of everything. Starting to remove your dress, but you recoil into him. “Look. Look I say!”
Your eyes finally drift to the mirrors, but you keep your sight on Jefferson, “I said to fucking look, Sugar Cube.”
You move your eyes to look at your own reflection, and Jefferson sighs when that first tear breaks through, “Do you know what I see?”
You shake your head no, and dare to look at his beautiful marble face, “I see the most beautiful woman in the world. The woman, I just had to have. A woman that puts up with my ever changing personality. A woman that is so sweet and such a slut at the same time. A woman who welcomes trouble, because she knows that I will bring her down. I see you. I see…you.”
“No,” you cry, shaking your head.
“Someone who has become fiercely protective of me. Does what she can to keep me happy. And I’ve failed you. I’ve made everything about me, and I’ve failed to make you see you. You’ve become blinded by me, when it’s you that holds us together. You’re the reason we are where we are.”
His hands slide over your skin, allowing your dress to slip to the floor. Moving those magical fingers across the neckline of your bra slowly, and you whimper out his name. “Don’t you ever say that you’re not beautiful. You’re perfect.”
“I’m not,” his hands never change to being rough, like you had grown accustomed to. Everything almost sickeningly sweet, when he tilts your head to look at him. “Jefferson, I’m not perfect.”
“What do you think about the dresses I make?”
“They’re perfect.”
“Good. You’re aware that I know perfection. And those dresses pale in comparison to you. They’re junk next to you,” single handedly he undoes your bra, letting it fall to floor, and he pulls your chin up to look at yourself.
“Say it. Say, ‘I’m besutiful’,” you shake your head no, but he still gives you that sweet smile, whispering your name, “Say, ‘I’m beautiful. I’m worthy. I’m perfect.’ I don’t know who told you that you weren’t. But you are perfect. I see you. I’m not some dodo bird, I’m your husband.”
His lips kiss all along your shoulder. Up the column of your neck, smiling at your reflection. Trying convince you that you’re beautiful with his lips. Kissing away any doubt that you may have had. While one hand fondles your tit, another drifts under your panties. Those lithe fingers already working over your bundle of nerves.
Wanting you to continue to look at yourself, when you’re mostly watching Jefferson’s face soften. He looks at you like you’re a goddess, and he makes sure you see his eyes drift all over your body. His own face turning up in pleasure at your soft sounds. “I’m gonna make you watch yourself, until you realize just how beautiful, amazing, precious, wonderful, and perfect you are to me.”
“Jefferson…”
“Shh, Sugar Cube, let me take care of you,” his voice a raspy mutter on your neck, and your body goes malleable to his motions. His hands still roam over your curves, digging into your soft skin, and he can’t help but beam when you keen at his constant reassurance of your beauty and worth.
Sinking to his knees, his fingers hook around the elastic of your panties, and he drags them down your body. Jefferson’s lips kiss down the expanse of your leg, before making his way back up on the other.
Slow and soft kisses, that only make
Arousal flood to your core. Giving a chaste kiss to your mound before he hooks a leg over your shoulder. Those bright blue eyes look up at you, “Every part of you is beautiful,” before he attends his favorite tea party; devouring you like a man starved.
His moans nearly as loud as your own as he buries his face in your cunt. His tongue kitten licking your bud before sliding down to your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you. Gazing up at you from his knees, he only pulls back to remind you, “You’re perfect. If only you could see you, the way that I do. Watch,” you look into the mirrors, and the way that Jefferson works you over.
Determination on his face, and not even caring about himself. Your fingers card through his curls, and you hold him as close as possible. Feeling a rubber band twisting in your belly as he nears his goal. Adoration and admiration running through his veins, and when your body starts to buck into him, he knows you’re close; feels your walls begin to clench around his tongue, but he doesn’t stop.
He hits your spots over and over again. His whole face stimulating your sex, until he hears that desperate whine escape your mouth. Your legs tremble, and he slows his motions. Pulling off of you, he wipes his face, removing your slick, but his tongue licks up your juices. Tasting your essence again before he brings you to your knees.
His hands rip off his clothes, and he throws them aside, leaving the two of you, panting and yearning for the other. “I’m going to fuck you, until you say it,” Jefferson grunts out, crawling behind you. “You better watch. Watch, how I admire every inch of your goddess body,” his eyes drift back to your cunt, before he lines himself up. You switch between looking back at him and gazing at the two of you in the mirror.
Watching him as he slowly slides his cock into your slicked up hole. His face written in pure pleasure. Sliding in until he bottoms out. Both hands on your hips, as he smirks at your reflections. “You were made for me, Sugar Cube. Only me. You’re perfect. Perfect for me, and just perfect,” Jefferson pulls himself out, only to slam forcefully back in. Smiling at how you and your body reacts.
“You and this pussy adore me. Couldn’t live without me, and I couldn’t live without you,” his hips slam into your ass, but his face is still so tender watching you. The only one to make him this content and happy, has always been you.
His fingers dig deeper into your body, and you let out a satisfied mewl, “Tell me!”
“I won’t lie.”
“Look at you! I can’t lie, Sugar Cube. You are perfect,” his arm wraps around your front, and he lifts you up. Your back arches into a deep curve, but your shoulders press firmly into his chest. He ruts into you relentlessly, but his face remains focused on you softly.
“Look at us! What do you see?”
“You.”
“And I see you. Sugar Cube, I see you. I love you. You are my beautiful, sweet, and perfect wife. But I see us. Connected, and only you get this.”
You pout at his reflection, but he still gazes at you so tenderly. No mask, just Jefferson. Not the maddened side of Jefferson, but him. His nose nuzzles on your jawline, and he gives a loving and sweet kiss to your neck. “Say, ‘I’m beautiful.’”
“I’m beautiful,” your voice cracks out to him.
“I’m perfect.”
“I’m…Jefferson,” you whimper, feeling your body heat up again. “I can’t,” but one look at his scowling face, you look back at both of you. “I’m perfect.”
“I love us.”
“I do. I love us,” you know it’s true. Know that you love him and him with you so much.
“I. Trust. Us,” his voice gets harder when your pussy clenches around him. Your body almost too much for him to bare. And you start to scream out in pleasure. “I trust us!”
“I trust us, Jefferson! Please, Teacup. Please, I love you,” his face turns up into a disapproving look, “And I love me.”
“I love you, too,” he grunts out. Slamming into you a few more times, when the both of you cum together. Turning back to him so you can swallow his sweet sounds. Coming down from your high.
He pulls your face back to look at you with the most gentle smile, “And we’ll do this every fucking day until you believe it. I love you, Sugar Cube, but I want you to love you, too.”
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”He doesn’t live in the city, but has a house in a quiet neighborhood (I would say ironically probably in a similar neighborhood to Izzy and Eddy in You’re Awful, I Love You) with his husband Thomas.” So... neighbors AU? :)
(why start a new AU when it's all there already! You’re Awful, I Love You tickles me so. I've got two asks in it, but this one grabbed me by the neck for some reason. As a refresher YA,ILU is the one where Eddy and Izzy get married and live in the burbs. Also because I got this as a comment, yes! The au title is a lyric from the amazing Ludo song ‘Love Me Dead’ which I highly recommend and is a very Eddy/Izzy song.)
Izzy has no idea why Eddy hates the neighbors. They barely share the property line, an easement between their two parcels owned by the town so they could reach the powerlines meant that they technically had no border. And the neighbors had lined their side with tall trees anyway.
“He’s out there again,” Eddy would say ominous.
“It’s his fucking yard,” Izzy would roll his eyes.
It was a nice change, he supposed, to have Eddy being the one carrying a bitter pointless grudge. Usually that was Izzy’s job. Eddy tended to forgive and forget, especially if she’d already taken her pound of flesh.
“How many times can someone trim the same three rose bushes?”
“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think I should be worried that you’re keeping count.”
He set down breakfast in front of her. Her feet were bare, traces of early morning dew soaked dirt around her toes. She had on tiny shorts, almost entirely hidden by the oversized purple sweater that she wore most mornings, ratty as anything.
Fucking gorgeous, of course. Izzy considered if it would distract her if he got on his knees right now.
“It’s obsessive,” she muttered into her bacon.
“Yeah, okay,” he settled on instead, not liking his odds and not needing that ego bruise.
Izzy had met the next door neighbors all of once because meeting people was not his job. Eddy met people. Izzy remembered their names, preferences, and criminal backgrounds. Everyone had a role.
They were two guys, probably together, both tallish and good looking. One was blond and one was a redhead with a ponytail. Occasionally, he saw them headed to their cars in the driveway. Thomas and Flint.
The only time they’d met it was because Izzy was taking a box off the truck they'd rented to move in and Thomas had swung by with a half-smile and said,
“Hello! You must be the new neighbor.”
“Yeah,” Izzy watched him warily. It was early days of their retirement and Izzy had not even begun to unwind (it could be argued he’d never gotten around to it, but hey it was on the ‘to do’ list these days. Mostly on Lucius’ ‘to do’ list, but that counted for something).
“Just you?”
“No, me and my...” There hadn't yet been a word for what he and Eddy were to each other. He hadn’t dared something with any romantic weight, but he certainly wasn’t calling her boss anymore. “Eddy.”
“Ah,” Thomas said gently as if he entirely understood, which was fucking annoying. “My husband and I have lived here for a few years. It’s a good neighborhood.”
“Just need it to be quiet,” Izzy shrugged.
“It is that. Do you need a hand with that?”
“No,” Izzy got the box up on one shoulder.
“Ah,” Thomas watched the move with a twitch of the lips. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Izzy,” he said reluctantly. They weren’t hiding here.
“Hey, Flint!” Thomas called out and Izzy did his best not to flinch. Even in the short weeks since they’d retired, Izzy had gotten used to the silences. Come to enjoy them.
The other man, the one Izzy had clocked as soon as he’d stepped out of the car, stood up from the rose bushes. The tiny ponytail which had seemed ridiculous melted from his perception immediately. Even from a hundred feet away, Izzy could feel his gaze like a two-handed shove.
“Yes?” The man who must be Flint called back with a voice like velvet.
“This is Izzy! He’s our new neighbor!”
Eddy pulled up right then, her bike roaring, then silenced with a turn of the key. She dismounted, still in her leathers then, beard thick. Izzy knew from long experience that if one of them showed up like that, then it was a fun eccentricity to people like Thomas and maybe the husband. Two of them though, that was a threat.
Thomas just smiled even more broadly. “Hello!”
“Hello,” Eddy set her helmet on the seat, walking up the driveway.
“I was just introducing me and my husband to Izzy here,” Thomas said genially. “I’m Thomas and he’s...Flint!”
“What?” Flint looked away from Izzy at last and he sucked in a desperate breath. Fucking hell.
“Come over here and be a person!”
“I am a person all the time,” Flint said with a grimace, but he came over. His stride was ground-eating and his hand came up protectively to Thomas' back the second he was close enough.
“A rude one,” Thomas scolded, then looked back to Eddy and Izzy like they might want to take part in this domestic bickering.
“Can’t be ruder than Iz,” Eddy offered, always willing to play. She extended her hand, “Eddy. You’ve met Izzy apparently.”
“Apparently,” Flint said quietly, a thrum underneath that gave Izzy a chill all down his spine. Made him aware he’d been standing there with a box on his shoulder for too long.
“Going inside,” Izzy said to his feet, not even loud enough for himself to hear and vanished into the house.
He didn’t know where the box actually went, but he could figure that out later and just set it down by the door. He should go get another one, but instead he lingered by the door and it was with great relief that Eddy came back in not a minute later.
“Weird guys,” she determined. “You good?”
“Yuh huh,” he frowned. Had they been weird?
“C’mon,” she grabbed his forearm. “Let’s make a good first memory here, huh?”
Who was he to argue? Even if they had already fucked by the front door last week when they got the keys.
After that, Izzy had mostly just waved at the two vaguely if they waved at him and aside from that, kept to himself. Eddy, who in this new place was bubbling over with meeting people and ferreting out their interesting secrets to share with Izzy like prizes she’d dug up in the yard, didn’t talk to them either.
That held for years. They weren’t the kind that invited the neighbors over for a meal anyway. And then there were bigger fish to fry. Motherfucking Stede Bonnet. And who knew what the neighbors made of that, all these new people suddenly coming and going from the formerly quiet house?
Then a couple of months ago, Izzy had waved vaguely at Flint, keeping his eyes down, Eddy at his side.
“I fucking hate that guy,” Eddy said vehemently.
Izzy’s head whipped up. “What? Why?”
“He’s just-” she waved emphatically. “Always out there with the fucking roses.”
“Yeah,” Izzy frowned at her, “you’re out here more than anyone else, so what?”
“He’s an asshole,” she announced. “Anyway, you sure you want to come in tonight?”
“Said I would,” he sighed. “We’re almost in the car. What do you think I’m going to do? Do a runner?”
“Maybe,” she poked him in the ribs and he swatted at her hand. It was distracting.
It had taken a lot of time to get Izzy into the Revenge and in the end it was Lucius who managed to draw him inside, not Eddy. Something Eddy didn’t know and never would if Izzy had any say in it. Because Lucius had just straight up bribed him rather than bothering with convincing.
“I’ll get us a hotel room,” he’d licked his lips. “And we can ruin it.”
They’d done that and Izzy would think about that night whenever Eddy asked if he’d come watch her perform. He loved watching her, as it happened, even if the rest of it was a trial.
Tonight as he slid into his seat at the bar, Lucius was on him in an instant,
“Hello, lover,” he purred, so that Izzy would laugh.
“Hello,” Izzy obliged him. “What am I drinking tonight?”
“I’m feeling kind, so I won’t foist the Swede’s latest disaster on you,” Lucius touched his hand, alighting light as a butterfly. “How about one of my little inventions?”
“Yeah, all right.”
The drink was a wicked shade of green and tasted like sour apples with what was probably champagne bubbling through it.
“This one got a name?”
“How about the Happy Tart?” Lucius suggested.
“Naming it after yourself then?”
“Mean,” Lucius stuck out his tongue at him. “You’ve got your lines going.”
“What lines?”
Leaning forward, Lucius poked him in the forehead, “Those lines. Your worry lines.”
“Not worried,” he denied, then crumbled under Lucius’ disbelieving stare. “It’s an Eddy thing, you don’t want to-”
“I can deal,” Lucius cut him off. “Come on, you get tense when you’re worried for her, and I like you relaxed. Spill.”
“She’s gotten into this grudge with the neighbors and I can’t fucking figure it,” he exhaled. “It’s not like her. To just...dislike someone for no reason. Every time, she just carries on about the roses, but you can’t even see them from our property really.”
“That hot couple next door?” Lucius asked.
“The-” Izzy paused, recalled and then nodded, “Yeah, okay. Them. Or at least one of them.”
“Huh. Let me think about it.”
“Yeah, okay.”
What was the worst that could come of it?
Belladonna ruled the stage that night and Izzy gave her his full attention. She seemed normal...as normal as any six foot tall siren with ivy trailed through her hair and leaves painted on her skin could look anyway.
Too bad she was staying with Stede that night. Though Izzy did get one hell of a midnight kiss that left him with green paint smeared over his mouth and down his neck. He took the mess of it home and climbed into bed alone.
Lucius arrived the next day, said nothing about the whole thing and got to make good use of Izzy’s pent up energy. It wasn’t until the next morning while Izzy made breakfast that Lucius apparently decided to move into action.
Which for him was putting on cut-off jeans, a t-shirt with a v so low it was probably a crime and a pair of sunglasses, stalking across the lawn and greeting the neighbors like he fucking lived there. Izzy watched from the kitchen window. He hadn’t known Lucius owned shorts like that and it was doing some things to his brain.
Flint stood up beside the roses to greet him. And for a flickering second, Izzy watched Lucius take a step back.
Oh, I’ll fucking kill him, the beast inside Izzy hissed. But then subsided. Because dear Lucius wasn’t cowed for any longer than that, taking back that step and more besides. Coming in close enough to reach out a hand which Flint shook.
They spoke for only a minute or so, before Lucius waved a little and went down to the end of the driveway to check the mailbox. Which was...weird because he definitely did not get mail here. Then back up the drive with a shit-eating grin on.
“What was that about?” Izzy asked as Lucius came into the kitchen.
“I have done my research,” Lucius announced, pushing his sunglasses upwards. “And I have an answer for you.”
“In a one minute conversation.” Izzy’s eyes dropped to long milky thighs. “Were you baiting a trap?”
“A little,” Lucius leaned in and gave him a long filthy kiss. “And you can eat the bait later.”
“So what’d you trap then?”
“That man,” and...huh...Lucius didn’t sound thrilled with him either. “Radiates dom energy.”
“Yeah, I know,” Izzy frowned. “I can’t even fucking look at him.”
“You knew?”
“I mean you gave me the words for it, but it’s hard to spend all these years doing what Eddy and I do and not notice when someone’s like that,” he shrugged. “But he’s not doing it on purpose. I think it’s just how he is.”
“Oookay, well then obviously Eddy doesn’t like him.”
Izzy knit his eyebrows together, “Obvious how?”
“Do you not look at him every time?”
“Yeah? It’s not my proudest moment of the day, but it’s that or I get kind of...” he sighed. “You know. It’s embarrassing.”
“Eddy knows you space out when you’re hot,” Lucius said like it explained everything.
“Yeah and?” Izzy paused. “Wait.”
“Uh huh,” Lucius kissed his cheek. “Ding ding, the train has pulled into the station.”
“Really?”
“Really,” “Lucius’ arms slid around his waist.
“Huh.”
There was a nip at his neck and Izzy was no longer thinking about Flint even a little. “You too?”
“Mhm,” Lucius pulled him in close. “Only human. Even if I know you’re about as likely to do something about it as I am to get on the roof and pull a superman.”
It was a really good day after that, but after Lucius left, Izzy found himself stymied. He went into the workshop, but couldn’t start a project. He went to the kitchen, but the idea of making dinner didn’t appeal either.
In the end, he sat down on the couch and picked listlessly through a book until he heard Eddy’s motorcycle coming. Even then, he didn’t really move, just set the book aside so he could watch her come in the front door.
He couldn’t help, but admire her. There was probably never going to be a day when he didn’t. She had her hair half up, the rest cascading around her shoulders, messily wind blown. Stede must’ve bought her this outfit. It looked expensive, a shimmer instead of sheen to the lavender top with it’s knot in the front, showing off a tantalizing line of skin above tight black pants.
“Thought you’d be in the workshop,” Eddy said when she’d hung up her jacket. “Nothing on the lathe today?”
“Not in the mood,” Izzy said quietly.
“Yeah?” She glanced up, caught his expression. “You alright there?”
“Thinking.”
“Dangerous,” Eddy surmised and walked over to him, dipping down for a kiss. He kissed back, cupping her jaw. It was so smooth to the touch these days and he often found himself running his thumb along the bone of it. “What’s got your gears grinding?”
“I was thinking...” he sighed. “Fuck this sounds stupid, even in my head.”
“That’s gonna be good then,” she sat down beside him, resting elbow on the back of the couch, chin in her palm. “Tell me.”
“I was thinking that I wish it didn’t make me happy that you get jealous,” he admitted, sinking his head back beside her elbow, looking up at her. “Don’t think it says anything good about me.”
“I’ve been good about it for weeks,” she protested. “Lucius and I even did a whole event together and kept civil tongues in our head. Didn’t he say?”
“Not Lucius, though, yeah good job on not killing each other, I appreciate it,” he sighed. “I meant the neighbor.”
“What about him?” Eddy looked away.
“I didn’t notice. That it was messing with you,” Izzy watched her carefully. “I don’t even know the guy. Don’t really care to.”
“Yeah, you don’t care to know anyone,” she mumbled.
“I care to know you,” he turned his head enough to press his lips to her arm. “Eddy. You know no one else is allowed to touch me the way you do, right?”
Her hand flexed above him. A knuckle cracked. He stayed as he was. Waited.
“I hate how jealous you get,” Eddy said at last. “It's impossible sometimes, the way you want me. And so when I...when I get like that, I hate it even more. I’m such a fucking hypocrite. How can you like it?”
“Cause I want you to own me,” Izzy pointed out. Maybe instead of being distracted that afternoon, he’d been thinking. Turning old rocks around and around in his mind until they tumbled out polished and ready. “And you don’t want anyone to possess you. Not me. Not Bonnet. Not the world. And they don’t, Eddy. They can’t. I can’t. Tried. Didn’t work. Gave up.”
“Yeah, I know,” her hand dropped at last. Open, not a fist. It ended up on his chest, right over his heart. Her emerald glittered in the light. “Watching you react to someone else like that makes me want to spit acid anyway.”
“I don’t even look him in the eye.”
“That’s on purpose?” She frowned. “I thought that was kind of your whole...you don’t make eye contact with me either when you get like that.”
“Different reasons. If I look at you while I’m like that, it’s too intense too quickly and it’d all end in a second and a half,” he snorted. “I don’t look at him cause I don’t like a stranger rifling through my head. Felt like he knew what I was like the second he saw me. I don’t need more of that in my life. You are more than enough for one man to survive.”
“Really?” She turned the full force of that gaze on him and met it.
“Yeah, really. What? You think I’m out here trolling for more people to put me in my place?” He set his hand over hers. “I’ve got a demanding job, a house to keep up with, a spouse and a boyfriend to keep happy and satisfied, all with a fifty year old body. I’m spinning enough fucking plates.”
Her lips curved ever so slightly upward, “Getting tired, Iz? Too old to keep up?”
“With you?” He shook his head slowly, maintaining eye contact. “There’s no pace you could set that I wouldn’t keep up with.”
“Sure, I get a boyfriend, you gotta find one, half our age and twice as lively, huh?”
“It’s not a competition,” Izzy smiled lazily, stretching a little. The hand on his chest exerted pressure, kept him down. “But I think we know who’s winning.”
“Big words to someone who just admitted he’d come if I gave him too much eye contact.”
“Well,” Izzy tilted his chest up, “got to put a new tool in your kit for you sometimes.”
“I don’t need help,” her hand slid up to his shoulder, gripping hard. The nerves there had never healed right and pain rose up to meet her touch. “But I think tonight, I’ll take it.”
It took Izzy a full three days to recover from that night, and he enjoyed every last second of it. On the fourth morning, he was still riding the high a little as he went out to the workshop. There was a stool he was working on, an improvement over the last one Eddy had claimed for the garden. He was sanding it by hand, enjoying the process.
She stepped into the room and her usual basket had the shears sticking out and three roses, blood red, were nestled beside them.
“We have rose bushes now?” He asked distractedly. There was always something new out there and he could have easily missed her planting them.
“No. Flint offered up a few. They came with the property and he says there a bitch and a half, impossible to keep off the sidewalk. Has to trim them constantly.”
“Does he now?” Izzy paused in his work. “And when did he say that?”
“Just now. He was out while I was looking for fallen branches for the fire pit,” she said casually. “Asked him about them. He’s a lawyer apparently. Pfft. You know I feel about lawyers.”
“I do,” Izzy said solemnly.
“Anyway, they’re going away next week, so I said we’d keep an eye on the place. Could be good for when we’re not home too, huh?”
“Yeah.” And it was such a good thing he had long practice with not laughing at all because it was taking a lot of energy not to do it now.
“I know how you like red,” Eddy swept the flowers up and held them out to him. “Mind the thorns, huh?”
And she was in the ragged purple sweater, sweating a little and smiling herself. Maybe, maybe, on the cusp of laughing at herself a little. Holding out flowers to him as if this was how they always did things.
“Like the thorns,” he said, no longer anywhere near laughter as he took them from her. They were pretty things, probably last a few days in water.
She kissed him, soft and sweet. “Gonna go wash up. Coming with?”
He’d put them in water later. And then when they started to wither, he might just get a bit of twine, hang them in the corner of the garage to dry out. Maybe keep them there as if he’d forgotten about them, just another thing collecting dust in a garage. Even if they did hang just inside his peripheral vision as he sanded down the rough edges of his small domain.
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Jiang Cheng is still panting heavily when he goes to check if they really did kill the yao, but when he turns slightly to make a joke at Nie Mingjue, his husband is nowhere to be seen.
“Mingjue?” Jiang Cheng yells out and he doesn’t want to admit it, but fear grips his heart.
The last moments of the fight were pretty hectic and rough; what if something happened to Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng didn’t notice it?
“Mingjue?” Jiang Cheng yells again, louder this time, when no answer comes and he goes back to where he thinks he saw Nie Mingjue last.
“Shush, Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue scolds him out of the blue and Jiang Cheng follows his voice into one of the many destroyed houses around the place.
The did not lose the whole village to the yao; these are long abandoned houses they simply found the yao at and so Jiang Cheng frowns.
“What’s going on?” he asks, carefully stepping into one of the destroyed houses but he comes to an abrupt stop when he sees what Nie Mingjue is holding.
“Is that a baby?” Jiang Cheng breathes out and is at Nie Mingjue’s side a moment later.
“Yes,” Nie Mingjue says, even though it’s pretty obvious that the squirming and clearly upset bundle in his arms is a human baby.
“What happened?” Jiang Cheng demands to know and steps closer to check the baby over.
“I don’t know. She made a sound and when I came in here, I found her all naked on the ground, not even crying. I hope she’s okay.”
Now that Nie Mingjue said it Jiang Cheng realizes that he cut his own robes to dress her, and the act just makes him love Nie Mingjue more.
“Let me see her,” Jiang Cheng says, holding his hands out expectantly and when Nie Mingjue drops her into his arms he checks her over more thoroughly.
There are no visible wounds on her and even though she seems a little bit too cold, she’s quickly warming up, now that she can leech off Jiang Cheng’s and Nie Mingjue’s body heat.
“She seems fine to me,” Jiang Cheng decides. “Maybe a little bit hungry, but she doesn’t seem injured.”
“Thank the gods,” Nie Mingjue breathes out and gently strakes his finger over her cheek. “I was worried because she wouldn’t cry. I still remember how Jin Ling was, it seemed strange for her not to make a sound.”
Jiang Cheng decides not to take offense on Jin Ling’s behalf, because he was one loud baby and instead says “Babies are much more sensitive than we give them credit for. If her parents were hiding from the yao, it’s likely she somehow picked up on the fact that she needs to be quiet.”
“She’s barely older than six month,” Nie Mingjue says with a frown and Jiang Cheng presses her protectively to his chest.
“And maybe she’s just especially bright,” he snaps back and then walks out of the house. “Come on, we still have to let the healers check her over, maybe we missed something,” he calls over his shoulder when Nie Mingjue doesn’t follow him immediately.
“Alright, alright. But Wanyin—no getting attached. We’re not keeping her,” he says and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes.
“Of course we’re not keeping her. I don’t want any more kids, Jin Ling totally was enough for me,” he cheekily says, though immediately the doubt cuts deep again.
Jin Ling is only six, but the kid already has an attitude and he has his nose high up in the sky and Jiang Cheng is afraid that he fucked him over for good. He is not fit to raise any kid, least of all his sister’s child, and absolutely not the sweet baby in his arms.
“As long as you remember,” Nie Mingjue says and then keeps a hand under the babies bum the whole time they walk.
As if Jiang Cheng would ever let anything this precious drop.
~*~*~
“How is our baobei doing?” Nie Mingjue asks with a huge smile as he walks into the infirmary.
They are keeping her there for a lack of better accommodations, though Jiang Cheng is getting out all of Jin Ling’s old stuff again. Soon enough she’ll be able to sleep with them in their bedroom.
“She is perfectly alright,” Jiang Cheng gives back and looks up from where he’s sitting on the floor, tickling her tummy and watching her squirming around and squealing with laughter.
“And how is my most amazing husband doing?” Nie Mingjue asks as he drops a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s head and then blows raspberries onto the babies tummy.
“I am doing very well, too, thank you for asking,” Jiang Cheng seriously gives back and then erupts into laughter when Nie Mingjue gives him a disgruntled look at that.
It makes the baby clap her hands together and kick her tiny, tiny feet in the air and Jiang Cheng simply melts at the sight.
“And news of her parents?” he asks, mostly to distract himself from the urge of squeezing her to death and Nie Mingjue shakes his head as he sits down next to Jiang Cheng and picks her up.
“No. There were reports of a family running from the yao, but no one knew them and no one seems to know where the parents ran off to. I left a message in the house we found her in, in case they come back, but I don’t think it’s looking promising. It’s been a week already.”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng thoughtfully says and offers up one of his fingers for her to hold on to. “What a shame.”
“Yeah,” Nie Mingjue agrees and then they fall silent.
Well, at least until their little baobei starts to scream bloody murder because she’s hungry.
~*~*~
They are laying in bed, Jiang Cheng tracing senseless shapes into Nie Mingjue’s chest when he speaks up.
“We’re not keeping her, right?” Jiang Cheng asks and Nie Mingjue tenses.
“Wanyin, I thought we were agreeing on this,” he cautiously says and Jiang Cheng props himself up to look at him.
“We are. I am not fit to be a father; I was barely able to be an uncle to Jin Ling and raising him—I did so much wrong. I’m too much of my mother and not enough of my father and I’m just—”
“Well, from what you told me about your parents and from what I have seen with Jin Ling you are exactly the right mix of them. Just from the top of my head I can come up with at least seven instances where you held or carried Jin Ling, so I’d say you are perfectly good.”
“I messed up so much with him,” Jiang Cheng mutters. “The real damage will only show when he’s older, just you wait.”
“Well, pardon me, but your parents were shit and you turned out alright if I dare say so,” Nie Mingjue tells him and pulls him into a kiss. “And I am not actually keen on being a dad, either. I was pouring so much into raising Huaisang when our father died and I don’t know if I can raise anyone without the explicit expectation of them having to be a Sect Heir.”
Nie Mingjue sighs and Jiang Cheng snuggles closer to him.
“Look at how I messed up with him. I put so much pressure onto him all the time because I feared I would die young and now he avoids any kind of responsibility as if his life depends on it. I already fucked up once. I’m not going to do it again.”
“You didn’t fuck up,” Jiang Cheng protests. “If anything you spoilt him too much. You were too lenient. It’s not like he ever cowers when you yell at him, right? He’s clearly not afraid of you or the consequences you keep threatening him with, because he damn well knows you’d never follow through.”
“Is that right?” Nie Mingjue asks, raising one eyebrow at Jiang Cheng. “Just like Jin Ling laughs at you whenever you threaten to break his legs?”
“That’s different,” Jiang Cheng huffs.
“I don’t think it is,” Nie Mingjue argues and then rolls them over onto the side so they can sleep.
“No more kids,” he mutters, burying his face in Jiang Cheng’s hair and Jiang Cheng agrees.
No more kids for them.
~*~*~
It’s been two months by now since they found little Baobei in the abandoned house and they have formed a routine around her.
The healers complained after two weeks of her being in the infirmary that she can’t stay there anymore so Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue took her to their own bedroom, letting her sleep right next to their bed, so they could keep an eye on her.
“Good morning, little baobei,” Jiang Cheng says when she grumbles herself awake and Nie Mingjue laughs at the sight.
“She’s just like you,” he jokes and Jiang Cheng can’t even manage a proper frown over her head.
“Shut up, she is not,” he denies and Nie Mingjue has not even the decency to argue with him about this.
“Let’s go find Jiang Zedong and hear how the search for parents for her is going,” Jiang Cheng mutters, a little bit miffed that Nie Mingjue wouldn’t indulge him in a little argument, but when Nie Mingjue comes over to pepper first Baobei with kisses and then Jiang Cheng, he decides it’s forgotten.
When they ask Jiang Zedong about the issue he stares at them like they lost their minds.
“What do you mean, possible parents for her?”
“What do you mean, what do we mean?” Jiang Cheng bites back, though he’s aware that the look is a little bit ruined with Baobei in his arms. “You’re supposed to look for possible parents for her, what’s going on?”
“You mean for other people to take her in?”
“Other people? Who else would take her in?” Nie Mingjue asks as well, and when Baobei starts to sniffle, he takes her right out of Jiang Cheng’s arms.
It turns out that Baobei is a very sensitive baby, and she picks up on moods incredibly well. They haven’t found much that can sooth her, but resting against Nie Mingjue’s chest always seems to do the trick.
Jiang Cheng can relate. It’s a very good chest to lean on.
“You?” Jiang Zedong shoots back and Jiang Cheng quickly reaches out when Nie Mingjue’s arms go slack.
He manages to secure Baobei until Nie Mingjue remembers himself and hugs her close again.
“We’re not looking to adopt,” Nie Mingjue tells him, and Jiang Zedong frowns in confusion.
“But didn’t you already? I mean, she sleeps with you and you modelled your whole day around her. You come running when she cries or makes any kind of sound and no offense, but you don’t even allow the healers to hold her for her check-ups. I am actually afraid of what you’ll do if I tell you that we did find someone to adopt. Honestly, I just thought you would keep her.”
Jiang Cheng blinks at Nie Mingjue who in turn blinks at him.
“We didn’t want to adopt,” Jiang Cheng eventually says and Nie Mingjue nods.
“Well, to me—and everyone else—it looks like you already did. Now if you excuse me, I have real problems to solve here,” he then tells them and simply marches off.
Jiang Cheng wonders what demon was possessing him when he appointed Jiang Zedong his second in command, but when Baobei gurgles he forgets that thought.
“We weren’t looking to adopt,” Nie Mingjue says and bounces Baobei in a soothing manner.
“No, we weren’t.”
“Maybe—maybe she adopted us?” Nie Mingjue tries and Jiang Cheng sighs, before he leans into Nie Mingjue’s side.
“My soul, maybe it’s time we face the truth,” he gravely says, and surprisingly enough he’s not terrified out of his mind. “We’re done for. We are her parents.”
There’s a moment of silence from Nie Mingjue before he shrugs.
“Could be worse, I guess,” he says and lifts Baobei up high in the air.
Jiang Cheng fights the urge to snag her out of his hands, because what if he lets her fall, but by then Nie Mingjue already has her safely against his chest again.
“Just promise me, Wanyin: if I put too much pressure on her, if I demand too much of her, you’ll have to smack me over the head.”
“I’ll smack you over the head whenever I please,” Jiang Cheng cheerfully tells him but then he nods. “Of course I promise. And—the same goes for you: if I snap at her like my mother did or if I don’t give her the affection she deserves, you’ll have to smack some sense into me.”
“I promise, my heart, but you already did a good job with Jin Ling.”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t comment on that, because the fear that he fucked his nephew up sits deep, but when Baobei babbles happily at him, he pushes those thoughts away.
“Oh shit,” Jiang Cheng suddenly says, and looks with big eyes at Nie Mingjue. “We have to come up with a real name for her!”
“Oh fuck,” Nie Mingjue wholeheartedly agrees and then they dissolve into laughter because if that is their biggest worry right now, then maybe they’ll be alright.
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Desc: You and your new friends decide to a drunk Among Us game. You have lots of fun and you’re glad to be able to have amazing friends like them. After ending the stream and sobering up, Corpse asks you something you’d never thought you’d be asked.
Warnings: Cussing, drinking
Notes: i’m using these fake social media apps bc they’re fun &’ i like using them for messaging and twitterrrr! i hope you guys don’t mind them! <3
also, i’m super sorry for not posting in a while. my motivation comes and goes, but right now i have lots of it.
i wanna work on an smau series so, be on the look out for that! :))
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“No balls!” Rae shouts, daring you to kill Jack who is trying to get something out of the vending machine, but him being drunk as fuck doesn’t help.
“I have three, actually.” You joke. Both you and Rae burst into a fit of laughter, but not for long since Jack goes up to you two.
“What are you two laughing about?” He asks, laughing with you guys even though he has no idea what he’s laughing about. Gosh, Jack, you’re really making it hard for me to kill you right now, you think to yourself.
“This,” You answer, killing him. You and Rae run away, screaming whenever you see someone. Thank God for everyone being drunk or else you two would be sussed out for being complete maniacs.
“Y/N,” Rae whispers. She gestures towards the green room and you can see Sykkuno watering the plants.
“No!” You whisper-yell. You’ve become Rae’s hitman, Brooke being the other Imposter. You need someone to vouch for you so, you don’t mind being by Rae the whole time.
“Hey, Sykunno!” Rae shouts when Sykkuno walks out. He’s slurring over his words, trying to say ‘hey’ back. Yeah, no way you’re killing him.
“See? Absolutely no fucking balls. Small dick, too.” Rae taunts. You want to kill her, but if you do, you’d immediately get voted off. So, you kill Sykkuno instead. It hurt, but you had to show Rae what’s up.
“How come no bodies have been reported?” You ask to nobody in particular, just wondering out loud.
“I’m good at hiding them.” Corpse jokes from behind you, scaring both you and Rae. Corpse knows how sensitive you are to any sound when it comes down to places that are quiet, and since only you and Rae have been together, his voice was the cause of your overdramatic ass scream. Playing along, Rae starts screaming with you two, the both of you being extremely obnoxious.
You know that he was just joking about hiding the bodies because Brooke is your partner for this round. You’re not even sure how Corpse isn’t dead yet.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” Corpse chuckles. “I won’t sneak up on you like that anymore.” You and Rae stop screaming, relieving Corpse’s poor eardrums of being blown.
Rae starts running around you in circles while you and Corpse are in the middle of a conversation. You know what she’s hinting at, but you decide to ignore her. You’re not going to kill Corpse.
“No balls!” Rae shouts competively.
“What?” Corpse asks, sounding confused.
“I have so many, Rae, you don’t even know, but I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna kill Corpse.” Good going, Y/N, you think to yourself. Well, now you have to kill him.
Corpse starts running away and you do everything your drunk ass can do to catch him and kill him. He’s laughing, running into walls, you doing the same. Finally, you’re able to kill him.
Rae catches up to your avatar, laughing maniacally. She cheers you on, knowing that’s the only way that you’ll continue to be her hitman. Jack, Sykkuno, and Corpse. You’re not even sure if Brooke has killed anyone.
“Brooke! Brooke, have you killed anyone yet?” You try to be quiet, but your shitface drunk and you don’t think that’s working.
“No, have you?” She asks, trying to be quiet, too.
“Yeah, three people. I’m Rae’s hitman.”
“Okay, I’ll do better.” And with that, she’s off to go kill people.
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“His body was in the hallway to Decontam... I think, don’t quote me on that.” Dream says, slightly slurring on his words.
“There’s 4 bodies and we’ve only found one? What the fuck?” Charlie sounds exhausted and you can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry,” You try and catch your breath, but once you do, you’re still giggling a bit. “Sorry, that was funny.”
Everybody else starts laughing and eventually, the voting time ends and nobody is voted out.
Wow, a tactic you didn’t even mean to use actually worked. It’s either because of how drunk everyone is or because of how contagious your laugh is - a lot of people call it cute and adorable.
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You guys decide to end the game, everyone else ending their streaming while you just close your laptop. You all seemed to sober up towards the end, none of you wanting to drink anymore. Right now, you’d say you’re 85% sober. Taking a shower and drinking lots of water should have you good and all sobered up.
After taking a shower and getting a cold bottle of water, you lay in bed, watching random Minecraft speedbuilds of people building cute cottages.
You get a DM from none other than Corpse Husband. You smile to yourself before answering.
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You wake up with a minor headache. Last night, you’d say that the Minecraft speedbuilds helped sober you up, but right now, you know it was the cold shower and cold water bottle.
You remember the text message Corpse had sent you, about wanting to check up on you. You two have only known each other for about a week or two now, and you two haven’t really talked. It’s nice, though - having someone who wants to check up on you. He’s done it these last three days you’ve played with him and his friends.
You text Corpse, telling him you can talk on the phone now. You both have been trying to plan to talk to each other just so you guys can get closer. You and Corpse relate to a lot of things and talking in Among Us with proximity chat and Corpse’s stream, it’s not the best way to have a deep conversation.
“Hi,” You greet him, placing your phone down that way you can make breakfast and talk to him. He wanted to FaceTime, and you’re not sure why because he said he’d be covering his camera. It’s fine with you.
“Good morning, Y/N. What are you up to?” A small yawn escapes his lips.
“Making some chocolate chip pancakes.” You grab your phone, showing him the pan that’s mostly filled with chocolate chips.
“Gosh, Y/N, want some pancakes with your chocolate chips?” He chuckles. You giggle, placing the phone back down and turning the camera to face you.
“I’m an amazing cook, puh-lease. I know what I’m doing.”
“I think we’ll have to test that theory.”
“You live like 2 hours away from me, how are we gonna do that?” You ask him, placing a pancake on your plate. You put more butter on the pan before putting more pancake mix on.
“I’d 100% drive two hours to your apartment just to try out your food.” He says. You smile at him, shaking your head and rolling your eyes playfully. “Speaking of going to each other’s houses, I have a question.”
“What’s up?”
He chuckles nervously, “Do you maybe want to collab?”
You’re caught offguard by this. You quickly put your pancake on your plate before answering.
“I’d love to.” You’re able to contain your excitement, surprisingly. “But Corpse, if you’re not comfortable with meeting me, we can find some way to do it over the phone. I really don’t think it’d be that hard. You could record your parts and I cou-”
Corpse cuts your rant off, chuckling a little bit. You smile sheepishly, taking a bite out of your pancakes.
“I’ll be fine, Y/N.”
“Okay,” You give him a small smile. “We can make plans later.”
“Good,” He says and you can hear a smile in his voice.
“Good,”
You and Corpse talk about anything and everything, alternating from really deep conversations to lighthearted, funny ones. Lots of laughing, but also lots of crying on your end. Corpse telling you that it’s okay and that everything will be okay is your new favorite thing. You never knew how much those two phrases would be changed just by coming from a different person. They never really meant anything when they came from anyone else - as much as you appreciated people reassuring you. But hearing it from Corpse, it really did feel like everything was going to be okay.
You two end the call, both of you being busy today. He promised to call you more often and you did the same.
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Alas, I've finished my rewatch of the second season of The Great. I think it's funny how so many shows infamously have put out seasons with a very low quality this past year and blamed it on the covid restrictions, meanwhile this unhinged show who also filmed under these restrictions released a season that surpassed its predecessor in every single way. So without any further delay, here are my thoughts of the last three episodes:
- That one scene (you know which one) kinda made me forget most of what happened on ep 8, but this episode actually has a lot of highlights
- One of them being Arkady 100% ready to shoot Peter if he even dared to hit his son, my favourite underrated moment of the season tbh
- I literally yelled "PERFECT CASTING" at my screen the first time I saw that Jason Isaacs was playing Peter the Great
- Peter fucked up really bad but all I could think of it's how this was also literally a plotline from Reign. That show really paved the way for a whole new generation of period dramas and it's time that we admit it
- EPISODE 9 MY BELOVED. Upon rewatch I decided that this is my favourite episode of the season and maybe even of the entire show. And yes it is entirely for shipping reasons
- But before going agsshsgl about the best enemies to lovers to have ever been written let's talk about the other highlight of the episode: Aunt Elizabeth. I haven't talk about her so far in my comments, but honestly out of all the supporting characters she is the one that shined the most. In season one I didn't cared that much for her, she was funny but I also felt that her character was mostly there just to be "quirky" and make sex jokes. In this season however she was one of the most fleshed out and complex characters of the cast, and Belinda Bromilow was amazing in this episode, the way she portrayed Elizabeth's grief over her son actually made me cry
- Marial looking for a husband was hilarious, but also it is in this episode when I realized that I legit liked her together with Grigor. I was sad when George came back and he couldn't marry her, and even sadder when she ended thing with him. After a whole season of Grigor suffering because his wife doesn't care that she sleeping with his best friend deeply hurt him I was so glad that he was in a happy relationship with his teen crush that when he decides to remain with Marial anyway I was like you go boy!!!
- Also fun fact: the Russian Orthodox Church actually forbids marriage between first cousins, so here is yet another thing that works different in The Great's AU
- Ok now LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BEST ENEMIES TO LOVERS TO HAVE EVER BEEN WRITTEN
- EVERYTHING about Peter and Catherine during this episode makes me go feral, EVERYTHING. Not just THAT scene but all of their moments together. Them holding Paul?? Their talk in the carriage, Peter making Catherine smile?? When he said that them being together was impossible and Catherine looked so sad??? How they hugged once they realised that Paul was safe??? They were SO IN LOVE during this episode
- AND STILL the confession had me shaking and screaming at my pillow at four AM. At that point it's obvious for us that Catherine does love Peter AND STILL when she says it I couldn't believe it. "First... Try and start breathing again" me too Peter, me too
- Also I must confess that I've already watched that scene so many times that I know the dialogues by heart (not that they talk too much, je)
- The first ten minutes of the last episode are wonderful and then everything is pain and suffering for fifty minutes straight
- The writing of this episode it's SUPERB. Even though my fav ep is the 9, THIS is the best episode of the entire show
- This episode it's just so raw, it's really all about Catherine and Peter's messed up relationship, about their love and hate and need for each other while all the other characters try to push the situation in their favour (or to scape the impending disaster). They don't want to hurt each other but they feel that have to and the question that is always asked is why? Why do they have to hurt each other? Why they can't hurt each other? Why do they love each other? Why do they have to kill each other? Why do they have to die for each other? And all of this is so well written and executed that it made the experience of watching the whole thing unfold both a torture and a delight
- That Marial was absolutely fine with covering up Johanna's death and lying to Catherine when she thought Elizabeth had killed her, but the second she hears it was actually Peter suddenly she feels that she has the moral obligation to tell the truth annoys me SO MUCH. Not because I think Catherine should've never know, she def had to find out the truth and the sooner the better, but because Marial acted throughout the entire episode as if she was in a sort of superior moral ground to everyone else. MARIAL YOU GLADLY COVERED UP THE MURDER OF YOUR BEST FRIEND'S MOM. YOU LIED TO HER FOR LITERAL MONTHS WITHOUT ANY REMORSE. She didn't told her the truth because it was the right thing to do and Catherine had to know, she did it because she doesn't like Peter. Which is a valid reason, but the lack of mea culpa from Marial really bothered
- The fact that Peter's first reaction to finding out that Catherine knows the truth was crying, not for himself but for the pain he caused her... Feeling Very Unwell
- Catherine going through a full mental breakdown about how she loves Peter and can't kill him also makes me feel SO Unwell but also I think it's really funny that throughout the entire scene Orlo is just staring in confusion being all "wait what the fuck are you talking about"
- That scene also sums up my problem with Orlo's arc this season: how disconnected it is from literally every single other plot from the show. That was probably the point, to show how Catherine kept sidelining the only people that's supporting her, but Orlo's plot just felt random to me, and he was out of the loop in a way in which non of the other characters were. Take the whole Catherine x Peter thing, EVERYONE but Orlo was aware that something was going on between the two of them during this season (even Velementov!). Orlo just popped up during the meetings, said something that was ignored by Catherine and then disappeared from the main story. I can't remember any significant scene that he had with a character that wasn't Katya or his uncle. I liked to see how his character changed and Sacha Dhawan is a fantastic actor, but I wished that he had more relevance in the main plot.
- Archie's plotline this season was... interesting, but I loved how he actually grew to admire and respect Catherine and chose to stand by her side. Alucinating about God after eating mushrooms together really brings people close
- It's been over a month and the final scene still haunts me. Elle Fanning's acting was INSANE, her pure rage?? Her SCREAM when she realized what she did, her sobs??? The expression of pure relief when she saw that Peter was fine??? And Nicholas Hoult also completely nailed the scene, HIS FACE when he sees Catherine??? When he hugs her??? HE KNOWS what she tried to do and yet his first reaction is to console HER. And then when they both stare at each other and the realization that they will never be able to kill each other because they love each other too much but after what happened they can't go back to the way things were before sinks and their faces are just so!!! This scene has literally just one line, "Pugachev", and yet it conveyed all of this entirely through the characters expressions. It's brilliant. It also broke my heart
- Overall, I think this season was, pun intended, great. A month ago I just liked this show but I didn't thought much about it, now I'm obsessed with it and this season it's my favourite thing I watched this year. It also cemented what I thought after watching the first season: Catherine and Peter's relationship it's the true heart of this series. Whether as enemies or lovers or both at the same time, it's their actions towards each other what moves the story forward, and that story simply wouldn't work without one of them. This show it's about them, about their hatred and their love for each other. Whether this love will end them, as Grigor feared, or begin them, as Peter hoped, remains to be seen.
#I finished it past Wednesday I think? but I was busy with the holidays so just now I sat down and wrote this#I already miss this show :((#the great#the great spoilers
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Guardian Angel
Daryl Dixon x Reader
(Warnings: It’s gonna get kinda gory cause the reader is gonna learn how to skin a rabbit, so prepare yourselves, also Merle is a creep, as always, also cussing and this is kinda long)
(Okay! So I’m considering making this a series, just don’t really know yet, but let me know if you guys want a series outta this, I have a lot of ideas for this. Also I'm borrowing my friend's computer so I'll try to get more fics done and post them, stay safe out therer ya'll!)
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You let out a huff as you continued to scrub the shirt on the washing board, listening to the girls talk, but too lost in your own head to listen. You were, however, brought out of your day dreaming by Carol’s voice, looking up at her and her kind smile that she always bore, despite what that monster of a husband did to her. “You alright honey?” You forced a smile, giving a brief nod before shrugging, “just lost in thought, I guess” you looked down briefly before looking back up, noticing how you had all of the girls’ attention now, making you bite your lip nervously “what?” Andrea was the first to giggle at your response, “oh nothing, just, does that thought of yours happen to carry a crossbow around?” your mouth fell open at her question, making her smirk at you and the other girls laugh “shut up!” you splashed water at her, making everyone, including you, laugh loudly. You all continued to laugh, you felt tears in your eyes as your stomach hurt from laughing, but it all died down once you heard a whistle, turning to look at none other but the biggest perv in camp, Merle Fucking Dixon.
“Well, what do we have here? What’re you pretty little ladies gigglin’ about?” It was amazing to see all the girls roll their eyes at the exact same time, it almost made you laugh again, almost. “Mind your own business, Merle” Andrea got back to washing the clothes, clearly not impressed with him, which no one was at this point, but Merle didn’t take too kindly to it “why don’t you say that to my face, sugar tits? I’d sure as hell love to shut that pretty little mouth of yours up” you gagged at Merle’s comment, feeling sick to your stomach, and a part of you admired Andrea for how she kept a stone face.
“In your dreams, Merle” Andrea huffed out, but Merle just smirked.
“Oh it sure will be” you gagged again, so you decided to get up, the wet clothes in your arms, you didn’t much feel like washing them again after throwing up on them because of Merle. “Excuse me ladies, I have to go throw up” you walked past Merle to hang up the clothes to dry, but stopped abruptly as Merle gave your ass a smack on the way, turning back to ogle at Andrea. You turned slowly around, quietly balancing all of the clothes in one hand to bend down and pick up a rock, almost the size of your palm, and a smirk slowly made it’s way onto your lips as you thought over your plan. You chugged it as hard as you could at Merle’s head, hitting him right on his balding head, and you just ran for it. You moved your legs as fast as you could, your mind going almost as fast, now you had to come up with something, you heard Merle yell from down in the quarry. You spotted Lori and bolted towards her, making her look up at you with narrowed eyes as you panted heavily, trying to find the words you needed to ask her to help you, but you barely had the chance before she extended her arms “go on, before he catches up” you smiled brightly, letting her take the wet clothes “thank you Lori you are a goddess!” she rolled her eyes with a smile “don’t I know it. Now go” you nodded and bolted off into the woods, you had your knife with you, you would be fine.
Once you thought you were far enough into the woods you leaned against a big tree, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, once you had a decent hold of your breathing, you slowed it down, listening for any sounds, but mostly listening for the angry footsteps of Merle searching for you. After a minute or so of listening, you breathed out a breathless laugh, bending over with your hands on your knees to really catch your breath, now that you had been holding it for a while. You were about to go back when you heard footsteps and leaves crunching, spinning around to see none other than your favorite Dixon, not that there was much competition.
You exhaled heavily, a hand over your hand “you scares the fuck outta me, Daryl” you gave him a warm smile, making him scoff as he approached you “wasn’t even tryin’ to be quiet” he commented as he approached, he never really looked at you, he was too shy, but now he were. You both had small moments like this where you could be yourselves, where he could look at you without blushing, at least not too much, and you found it adorable.
“Good game?” you asked, pointing to the squirrels and rabbits over his shoulder, making him glance at it and shrug “yeah, the rabbit was a bitch to find though” you furrowed your brows “what? The great Daryl Dixon, master hunter, couldn’t catch a little bunny?” you joked, making him scoff once again, shaking his head at you as he looked down before back up at you “nah I caught it alright, it was finding it that was a bitch” you smirked at him, studying him for a few seconds before shrugging, leaning against the tree you had been hiding behind just a few minutes earlier, “then why go after it?” Daryl looked down, blushing red like a tomato at your question, shrugging as he kept his eyes on the ground “well, you liked the last one I caught right?” you nodded, giving a small ‘mhm’ in conformation, which just made him shrug again, as if that was the answer itself. Your eyes widened a bit, and now it was your turn to look like a tomato, letting out a quiet ‘oh’ as you looked down at the leaves under your boots, a dumb grin on your face “well, that was very nice of you, Daryl, thank you” you nudged his shoulder as you looked back up at him, only to find him looking at you already. It was like a scene from a movie, and cliché as it sounds, the way the whole world just went away, how everything else faded as you held eye contact. Maybe it was just on your part, maybe you were just hallucinating, but you liked to think that he felt the same, even if it was just wishful thinking.
You were snapped out of it as he cleared his throat, looking down again, you didn’t think it was possible for his face to turn even more red, but here you were, staring at a very red Daryl. “So, wanna head back?” he looked back up at you, making you smile even more, though you wanted to say no, you wanted to just sit down on the ground with him and just talk. You wanted to stay here with him for so much longer, just have the world fade around you until only the two of you were left, you wanted to sit and talk about his life, the things he loved, the things he did before the whole world went to shit. You realized then that you didn’t know that much about him, you knew his life had been shit, it was a given, you knew he must’ve had a tough childhood, you knew he liked to be alone, he liked the quiet, hence the hunting and tracking, but other than that, you didn’t know much, but in this world you didn’t really need to, you thought. Who he was before didn’t matter, you knew who he was now, and that's all that mattered to you.
You realized you had been quiet and just staring at him when he said your name, you loved it when he said your name, it sounded so heavenly coming from his lips. “(Y/N)? You alright?” you blinked a few times before coughing, looking down embarrassed “y-yeah I just uh, I think I’ll stay here a while longer, you know? Enjoy nature and all that” he let out a small laugh, something you quickly engraved in your memory, it sounded so sweet, it was one of the very rare times you had heard it, and it was always when you were alone. Daryl walked past you towards camp, and for a second you actually thought he bought it, but seeing him turn around to face you, a knowing smirk on his lips made you realize that he simply knew you too well at this point, that or you were a lousy liar, one of the two, “come on, I ain’t gonna let him get ya”, you let out a small chuckle, stepping closer to him, leaning in and pecking his cheek, your own cheeks were burning up, so was the tip of your ears “thank you, Daryl” you went ahead towards camp, Daryl completely frozen in place though it didn’t last long, he soon caught up to you, walking next to you with his head down, though every once in a while you’d see him sneaking a glance at you out of the corner of your eyes, and it made a bright smile form on your lips.
As you reached the edge of camp you looked around for Merle, cautious, which made Daryl scoff in amusement “whatcha do this time?” you looked at him with as much innocence as you could muster, but seeing as it didn’t work you sighed, you knew it was his brother, so you didn’t want to upset him in any way “he was ogling and saying some things to Andrea… and when I tried to walk past him he slapped my ass,” you swore you saw Daryl clench his jaw, but you couldn’t be too sure, your eyes were partially on the ground, you cleared your throat and continued “and I uh, may or may not have.. thrown a rock at him, and hit him… possibly…” you dared to sneak a glance at Daryl, but all you could see was amusement “well, he ain't never learnt how to treat women” was all Daryl said as he sat down on a tree stump with a leg on each side, taking off the string of squirrels and two rabbits he had tied to it, you bit your lip to hide your smile, nodding and sitting down across from him on the ground, studying him as he was about to skin one of the two rabbits.
“Can you teach me?” his eyes looked up at yours and you swore you saw a hint of confusion in them, but he looked down quickly again “you sure? It ain’t pretty” you raised a brow at his comment, smirking at him “Daryl Dixon, just so you know, I ain’t a ‘pretty girl’ “you tried your best to match his accent, making him eye you before shaking his head again “please never do that again” you laughed low “what? I ain’t doin’ nothin’” you continued to say in the accent, making him smirk, but he tried to hide it “if you’re gonna be like that I won’t teach ya” you held your hands up in surrencer, seeing the amused look on his face that he tried to hide “alright, you win, now teach me” he scoffed low, shaking his head as he got out his hunting knife.
(this is where the gore kinda starts, so you can skip this part if you want to)
“Alright then. You’ll want to pinch the hide on the rabbit’s back and make a small cut. The hide of a rabbit is very thin and you don’t even need a knife to do this; I’ve used a sharp stick to puncture the skin. Now you’re gonna watch me, and then see how you do on the other one, got it?” you nodded with a small smile, turning your eyes back to his hands and the rabbit, you really did want to learn, so you paid as much attention as possible. “Once you’ve made the cut, work your middle and index finger from both hands into the opening, like this. Now, you’re gonna wanna have steady hands, you're just gonna hook your fingers under the skin and pull one hand toward the head and the other toward the ass, alright? Don’t be scared to use a bit of force” you bit your lip to hold back a laugh at his casual language, merely nodding your head and continuing to watch him work, “The skin will begin to tear and separate from the body in two pieces. Keep pulling, grabbing more of the skin as you go to get a better grip, alright? It’s gonna be a bit tough but it’s alright. Now you just gotta work the legs out.” you nodded as you watched him, and before you knew it, your mouth opened “like pulling off a shirt” you blushed as he looked at you but he just shrugged and looked back down to the rabbit “yeah, somethin’ like that”, he gave you a small smirk before continuing his work, continuing to pull on the fur, ripping on it left the feet still covered, it reminded you of tiny shoes.
(the gore ends now, there’ll be hints at the rest of the process but this is where the explanation and detail ends)
You watched as he made a final pull, tugging harshly at the rear and you had a small snapping like noise, realizing the tail had been pulled off as well “wow” Daryl scoffed low “eh don’t worry about it, it happens, just saves the work of doing it later” you nodded as he put the now skinned fur to the side, about to tell you what to do next when you heard your name being called by an angry raspy voice, your head snapping around to look at the source, the source being Merle Dixon himself, the man you had completely forgotten about.
“(Y/N)! You little bitch!” Merle still held the back of his head in pain, and it would've made you laugh, if you didn’t feel like he could kill you at any moment given how angry he was. You were stuck in between smirking and running away, but Daryl quickly brought Merle’s attention away from you “whatchu want Merle?” he sounded pissed off, and a part of you hoped it was because he enjoyed spending time with you, and because that time was now interrupted, another part was worried that this was just because today was being too much, had it really been that difficult to find those rabbits for you? Or maybe you pushed it too far with asking him to teach you, but on the other hand, he actually seemed like he enjoyed teaching you, so maybe it really was just the aura or Merle annoying the hell out of him.
“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with you baby brother, so mind ya own business! (Y/N) you bitch! Think you can just throw shit at me and get away with it?! Huh?! I’m gonna show you-” Daryl stood up the second Merle took a step closer to you “just piss of Merle, I don’t care if she threw shit at ya, ya ain’t dead, so stop whining like a little bitch” your eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of you, you had never heard Daryl talk to him that way, and these two weren’t exactly shy about fighting in front of others. Merle glanced between the two of you, a part of him was seething and another part of him was mocking you as he started to laugh “well! What do we have here? Little baby Daryl’s in love, everybody! What’s gonna happen next huh? You gonna let her paint your nails, huh? Maybe play dress up?! I ain’t the one acting like a little love sick puppy so don’t call me a whiny bitch!” As quick as he had acted amused he acted furious, they stood chest to chest now, their noses almost touching as they stared each other down, and you were pretty positive that if it went on any longer, one of them would punch the other.
“G-Guys… maybe, uh… maybe we could all just take a step back?” you glanced at Glenn as he nervously approached, God bless his heart, he was just trying to make everyone calm down. Glenn had always been sweet to you, Dale as well, so you cringed when Merle spun around and hit him in the face, Glenn had tried to move away but Merle had still hit him, you quickly sprung to your feet, your first instinct was to hold Daryl back as he moved towards Merle, but you let Shane handle him, pinning him to the ground with his hands behind his back, holding him down.
“Don’t, Daryl, come on” you whispered, you hadn’t realized how close you two stood, until you tore your eyes away from Merle to look at Daryl, his face mere inches away from yours, but he didn’t notice, he was too busy contemplating if he should get Shane off of Merle or if he should help hold him down. You frowned as Daryl moved from your side “get the fuck off of him!” he ripped Shane to the side, helping Merle stand up and you couldn’t help the scoff you let out. You looked down and shook your head, walking past him to Glenn, kneeling besides him to look at his cheek, Lori, Andrea and Amy were on the ground next to him as well “here let me look” you inspected his cheek cringing a bit seeing the redness “it’s alright, he hit you but you still moved back, you’re not gonna get a bruise I think” Glenn nodded as he held his cheek again, wincing slightly as all the girls, you included, helped him stand up, even though he could do so just fine.
You glanced at Dale, giving him a small smile, assuring him that Glenn was okay, to which he visibly relaxed. You glanced at Daryl who was busy yelling at Shane to not touch his brother, and Shane yelling back that he shouldn’t just hit people then. It was chaos, not in a traditional sense, but those three yelling at each other, Glenn hurt, even though it wasn’t serious, it just made you feel like this was chaos.
You sighed and walked off towards the quarry, Andrea and Lori helping Glenn put something cold on his cheek. You sighed as you sat down on a rock near the water, watching the ripples caused by the wind, you barely noticed Dale approaching, sitting down next to you on a rock. You both sat there in silence watching the water, and after a while Dale finally broke the silence “it’s so quiet here” you hummed in response, taking in a deep breath of fresh air “yeah it is… almost makes you forget how shit everything is” Dale chuckled low “yeah, though not everything is bad” you looked at him “no?” Dale shook his head and met your gaze “I saw you and Daryl, that’s not bad, is it?” you chuckled low and looked out over the water again “no, I guess… I mean… I just wish he-... you know? I just-... and he, he just… it’s frustrating” you sighed and looked down at the rocks under your feet, picking one up and fiddling with it “Daryl is-”
“Complicated?” you laughed as Dale basically finished your sentence, nodding your head gently “yeah, but he’s also so sweet… it’s his brother Merle, he irks him and riles him up and he just… he’s just so… I don’t know… but it’s not who Daryl is, Daryl is sweet and shy and I know he doesn’t show it a lot but he’s so kind, while hunting, he remembered that I liked the rabbit he caught last time, so he went out of his way to find two more today, it makes me feel, I don’t know… special, and when he defended me from Merle, it made me feel like he’s my guardian angel sometimes...” you shrugged, looking back at Dale who nodded, giving you a knowing look which made you blush as you realized what you had just said out loud, your gaze turning back to the rock in your hands.
“I agree, you know, Daryl is definitely not like his brother, I’m just happy he shows it to someone at least, instead of hiding it. No one can be alone with who they are all the time, at least they shouldn’t, in my experience” you hummed low again, your eyes looking back out over the water, a small smile on your lips “‘walking in the dark with a friend is better than walking alone in the light’” you mumbled, making Dale look at you with an intrigued look, a warm smile still on his lips, as it usually was. “It’s… it’s a quote from Helen Keller” you explained, Dale giving you a small ‘aha’ sound before looking back out over the water. You both sat there for a while longer, he had given guard duty to Andrea before coming down here, so you both just sat and watched the water and the sun reflected upon it’s surface.
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On your knees, King! (Part 4)
Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader
Fantasy AU
!Warnings!: Swearing
Synopsis:
Bakugou is the esteemed King of the Kingdom of Barbarians and because he succeeded in ruling the lands that were once governed by the Yuuei Kingdom, an offering must be made for the peace of the people. As the so-called ‘black sheep’ of the royal family, the King of Yuuei a.k.a. your father, offered you–naming you the most precious thing he could give; but you know the truth behind his words.
PART IV
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The princess couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she dipped into the bath prepared by Ochako. She had fun--maybe the most fun she’s had in a while. The blonde surely captivated her.
His confident strides as he fended off her weapon during their spar was something she found attractive. Usually, people tend to give up when faced with her during a duel, some just downright give up.
But this man, whose golden locks shine best when the sun is about to set, he stood his ground and gave her quite a beating. Sinking in the water a little more, a content hum escaped her lips.
“Fucking hell, I’m getting married. It would have been nice if dandelion and I could have been friends. Who knows if that stupid face king locks me up in some abandoned tower forever.”
Before her fingers could get wrinkly from being dipped in the water for too long, she had called her maids to dry and clothe her. Even if the thought of her marriage was at the back of her mind, the princess couldn’t help but be in a good mood thanks to the match she had earlier for a boar that had been eaten by the beautiful dragon.
The moonlight was particularly bright that night. For some reason, it was comforting, because she was sure that the same moonlight shone on her dandelion.
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King Bakugou felt alive. Dominating kingdoms got boring because of how easily people gave up. But for that stupid piece of boar, he sparred for his life. It was enthralling. The pit of his stomach got warm and mushy every time he would relive the match in his memory.
This is how real fights should feel like, he thought. For someone who didn’t have a lot of friends, he actually wanted to befriend this peculiar girl. She was pretty, he’d give her that. But what amused him the most was how deceiving her demeanor was.
No matter how he tried to look at it, the girl looked so frail that maybe even a roar from Kirishima would send her to the afterlife. Well shit, he was so wrong. She was strong, both in body and mind.
In all his years, he never had interest in the opposite sex, he didn’t even feel the need to have a woman by his side. But with the forcing of his parents, he finally agreed with settling down with the token of Yuuei.
How bad could it be? She would just have to stay out of his way, do her duties as queen and not act unnecessarily. But damn, if he had another chance of picking a bride, maybe that cute girl would make the cut.
“Thinking about her, Bakugou?” Kirishima casually landed on the king’s balcony as if it were his own place. “Shut up, red. I-I’m not.” Kirishima smiled at his stutter. “Man, she was so cool. She even gave me the meat!” the dragon boy clearly shown his fondness of the girl, even if they had just met.
“You know your highness, a Dragon’s instinct is always right. And this girl would have made a fine wife.” The blonde grunted at his steed’s statement because deep down he truly believed it to be true. She was entertaining and smart. He felt as if he wouldn’t even need to protect her.
“Whatever shitty hair. I’m getting married to some damn woman. There’s nothing more I can do.” “Well sire, why don’t we try to find her again? I mean, before you finally marry?”
“You know, that doesn’t sound like a shitty plan”
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It was as if the two shared the same braincell, the young lady thought of doing the same. Having a few more days of fun wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Her plan was to go to the same place they met and bring snacks for after sparring. Y/n made sure to pack some tasty treats for the red dragon as well. Not knowing the chances of meeting her dandelion, she left her palace quite early.
Quietly making her way through the forest, the light hit Y/n’s face in the right places, giving her this godly glow. Red orbs were captivated by such an ethereal image that had shaken his entire being.
She was there, a few feet away from the two boys who’ve been there since sunrise. Lost in their thoughts, they failed to notice the arrowhead that skidded against the blonde’s cheek.
“What the hell woman?! You wanna fucking die?!” “Dandelion?!” Bakugou wiped the blood off his cheek. “Nice aim but I’d prefer if you get fowl instead of human flesh.”
The princess quickly tore a small piece of fabric from her top and used it to press on the wound she made. “I’m terrible sorry. I didn’t expect company this early.” Contemplating whether to confess her real intentions, the king beat her to it.
“I came here looking for you. And what luck, we meet again.” The girl’s face brightened as a warm smile was now on her face. “Really?! Me too! But I’m kind of sad Kirishima isn’t here. He was such a good boy”
With the mention of his name, red spiky hair popped out of the back of the blonde and the dragon boy send a toothy smile to the princess. “It’s me, lady! I transform!”
“Kirishima!, that’s amazing” The red head smugly looked at his master, mocking him by lifting his brows repeatedly. Rolling his eyes, Bakugou stood up with dagger in hand and charged at the girl.
Y/n deflected the blade quickly by pushing away the weapon by smacking away the king’s wrist. “Hah, nice try dandelion!” “Stop calling me that!”
After minutes of non-stop combat, they finally took a break. Kirishima transformed into his dragon form to use his wing as shade for the two. “What’s your name, woman?”
I don’t think I should tell him, Y/n thought. It would be difficult if she were to be seen with a man days before she meets her husband to be. “Hmm, call me daisy. It’s only fair since I call you dandelion!”
“Whatever. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a good spar in. I have you to thank, daisy.” “I could say the same. Thanks Dandelion.”
From the bushes, Y/n revealed her picnic basket and proceeded to lay out the contents. “I expected a dainty lunch from you, but you eat like a fucking soldier!” The girl’s face flushed from Bakugou’s teasing but mostly from the laugh that one could listen to for days.
The lunch had a few small portions of greens but it mostly consisted of meat.
“Shut up you damn porcupine! Just eat or else I’m giving your share to Kirishima!” At the sound of food and his name, the dragon’s head whipped fast. “Oi red, don’t even dare.”
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The Smut Challenge (33)
A/N: In celebration of my birthday, I’m giving you guys a longer smut piece today! Not sure if y’all will like it or not (and my apologies for it being unbeta’d) but I figure if you guys like it, I’ll slip one of these longer ones in every once in a while, and if not, I’ll keep to my 500 words or less. Either way, happy reading <3
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July 18th (Day 33)
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yes, Blaine.”
“Okay, I just want to make sure.”
“We have a plan, and a safe word, so I’m really, really okay.”
Blaine takes a second to suppress his eagerness. Rarely have they roleplayed, so this is a bit of a new thing for them. But this whole scenario is just as much Kurt’s idea as his own, and after having a lengthy conversation as to how to proceed, they picked a day where they had all the time in the world to act it out.
Blaine takes a moment to look himself over in the bathroom mirror. His hair is mostly ungelled, the loose curls doing as they wish. He’s wearing Kurt’s old football jersey, while over a decade old, is a bit big on him. And he’s got on a pair of spandex shorts that hide nothing to the imagination. He thinks he looks a little bit laughable like this, but it’s what Kurt wants, and it’s not like Kurt isn’t giving him what he wants. With a deep breath he leaves the bathroom.
Kurt comes out of the bedroom at the same time, and Blaine can barely keep it together. Kurt’s dressed in his old cheerleading costume that does not fit in all the best ways. His chest is broader, arms more defined than when he had been in high school. His ass fills out the pants nicely. His hair is without product, and softly down, making him look much younger than he really is. It’s a bit surreal, but Blaine holds back his instincts.
He remembers his role and the game, and spouts a churlish attitude when he sees Kurt. “Dude, why are you always lingering around here after the games?” Blaine flops himself down on the couch. It doesn’t quite double for a locker room bench, but felt much safer trying to do this in their own home as opposed to a more public area. He lets his legs flop open, and relaxes his posture, doing his best to resemble some straight jock of his imagination.
Kurt’s lips slide into a wiley grin as turns into a character Blaine’s never quite seen before. “I just thought I’d come congratulate you,” Kurt’s voice is higher than Blaine expects it to be. He comes behind the couch, and begins to massage Blaine’s shoulders. “You did win the game after all.”
Blaine relaxes into Kurt’s touch, it feels so good, but Blaine down plays it, trying to act as if he’s bored and unaffected by the massage. Kurt’s warm hands slip under the jersey, rubbing his shoulders hard before they travel lower, pinching his nipples.
“Jesus fucking christ, what are you doing?” Blaine lets a little anger slip into his words. He worries it might be too much, but Kurt’s doesn’t seem off put one bit.
“Just giving you something I think you need,” Kurt says. “The game’s over and you’re still so tense.” Kurt goes back to rubbing his shoulders.
“Well, how am I supposed to relax when a dude’s hands are all over me?”
“Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never had this fantasy?” Kurt’s grin is wicked now as he backs away to come around the couch. Kurt goes to his knees, settling in between Blaine’s legs, running his hands up Blaine’s thighs. “I’ve seen you, you know. The way you try not to look at my ass during a game. The way you touch yourself after you’ve seen me come out of the shower after practice. I think you want this more than you know.”
Blaine gives an unimpressed hand wave. “Whatever, dude. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do I?” Kurt’s eyebrow is arched high as he leans in towards Blaine’s crotch. He doesn’t hesitate to suck a kiss to Blaine’s spandex covered cock. He lets out an erotic moan as he does it again, and again; and Blaine doesn’t think he’s ever gotten so hard so quickly as he watches Kurt to continue to suck at his cock through the fabric. He takes a second to run his fingers through Kurt’s hair, encouraging him to do more, even if he’s supposed to be pretending not to be into it. “Are you sure you don’t want to know what it’s like to be sucked by someone who knows what they’re doing? Are you sure you don’t want to fuck my mouth even a little?” Kurt looks up at him, his eyes dark and wide, daring him to suggest otherwise.
His body is already betraying him, but Blaine keeps on character. “Man, if you wanna - I’m not going to turn down a free blowjob.”
Kurt licks his lips as he pulls down the spandex shorts, freeing Blaine’s cock. “I always knew you’d be thick,” Kurt says, dragging his tongue up his shaft.
Blaine shudders, Kurt always has known how to work his mouth. Kurt sucks on the tip a little before sinking all the way down, his head beginning to bob up and down as he sucks Blaine off. Blaine sits back and enjoys the pleasure of it, closing his eyes as he let’s Kurt work him. God, he’s so good at this.
Kurt then pulls off with a wet pop, replacing his mouth with his hand as brings the fabric lower to get at Blaine’s balls. He sucks one in and then the other, making sure to give them proper attention as he continues to stroke Blaine’s cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Blaine utters, not being able to help himself.
“Fuck?” Kurt says, his voice a husky whisper. “I said you could fuck my mouth if you wanted to.”
“C’mere,” Blaine says. He grabs onto Kurt’s hair, a little rougher than he would normally, and guides his cock back to Kurt’s mouth. Kurt grabs onto it, running the tip over his lips before allowing Blaine in again. Then Kurt lets him take over, lets him fuck his mouth, lets him enjoy the warm, velvety heat. It’s almost too much. And just as Blaine gets close, Kurt pulls off.
“Wha-the fuck you doing?”
“Hold on, I’d like to readjust.” Kurt leans back a little, pulling his own pants down, and setting them snug under his balls. Kurt’s cock is long and hard and already leaking pre-come at the tip.
Blaine wants to touch - wants to make him come in an instant, but refrains. “Oh, you want to be a little tease now? Well maybe you should play with yourself a bit. I wanna see a show.”
Kurt smirks, spitting on his hand before he brings it to his cock. He begins to work his cock, pulling at it as he closes his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to see me like this,” he says as he fucks into his own fist. His free hand begins to roam, hiking up his shirt to tweak at his nipple. “How after seeing you during practice… a game, I’d get so turned on. And then I’d touch myself afterwards. I always hoped you’d see and just kiss me. You’d kiss me hard and unafraid. And after we’d make out, you’d just spin me around and fuck me against the lockers because you wanted me so bad. Anyone could come in, but you just wouldn’t care because you wanted me so badly.”
Kurt is the utter picture of sex as he arches into his hand. It’s erotic and beautiful, and Blaine slowly pulls at his own cock because he can’t help himself. “If you want to be fucked so badly, come and sit on my cock. Use it to get yourself off.”
It’s a bit of a demand, but Kurt complies willingly, getting himself quickly out of his pants and climbing onto Blaine’s lap. Blaine pulls Kurt’s arms around his neck as they come together for a searing kiss. It’s hot and messy and too dizzyingly amazing for Blaine to quite keep up the scenario, but all he wants to do is taste Kurt, feel him everywhere.
“Jesus, fuck, Kurt,” Blaine says as Kurt begins to grind their hips together as they kiss, their cocks brushing up against one another. “Are you gonna ride me or what.”
Blaine slides his hands down to Kurt’s ass, squeezing Kurt’s asscheeks as he pulls them apart. Kurt uses a little of his saliva on Blaine’s cock before slowly coming down on it. It’s torturously slow as Kurt works his way to bottoming out.
“Like this?” Kurt says, a bit cheekily as he begins to rise and fall. Blaine steadies Kurt, holding him gently before Kurt begins to pick up speed. It’s not long before Kurt’s bouncing on Blaine’s cock, letting out little obscenities as he loses himself in the pleasure of it all. “Fuck you feel so good. So deep inside me, Blaine, fuck, fuuuck, so good.”
Blaine can only hold on as Kurt fucks himself on Blaine’s cock. He can’t even concentrate on the scene anymore. There’s nothing, just Kurt, and the cresting edge of his orgasm. And it’s not long before he’s arching his own hips, pushing himself deep into Kurt as he comes. Kurt’s close as well, and he uses his own hand to finish himself off, letting out an ecstatic cry as he comes over the both of them.
“Was that okay?” Kurt asks, breathing heavily as they both come down. He brings their foreheads together. Gone is the teasing, young cheerleader, and present is his wonderful husband.
“That was amazing,” Blaine says, drawing Kurt in for a kiss. “I wasn’t too much was I? I know I got a little rough.”
“No, not at all,” Kurt reassures him. “You were perfect.”
“I love you so much, Kurt.”
“I love you, too.”
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Of all the flowers you picked
Inspired (unsurprisingly) by The Amazing Devil’s beautiful Elsa’s Song
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Geralt didn’t believe the news about Jaskier’s death at first. He never did. Those rumors came and went all the time, spread mostly by wannabe-bards wanting to earn more money by claiming that their mediocre attempt at a ballad is the last work of the one and only Jaskier, or by Valdo Marx, who probably thought that if enough people believe in a thing, it will come into being.
Oh, no, Geralt didn’t believe his Jaskier was dead.
He was very much alive, as always, probably charming his way into a pretty boy’s pants right now.
And Geralt would meet him in Oxenfurt in a month, just as they’d agreed before parting ways, and they would have a good laugh.
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But this rumor didn’t go away. It was actually becoming more and more widespread the closer he got to Oxenfurt.
He couldn’t get away from it. In every tavern he went to, at every market, he heard the same. The White Wolf’s bard had died.
With every step taken towards Oxenfurt, Geralt’s hope grew dimmer and dimmer, flickering feebly in his chest.
The accounts of what had actually happened to the bard differed, of course, from being stabbed by an angry husband of one of his conquests to drowning in a river while trying to save a student. And while Geralt could see the former being true, he couldn’t, for one second, believe the latter.
When the dying flame of hope in his chest finally went out, he was two days away from Oxenfurt, sitting in a tavern he had stopped at for night. He would have preferred to ride on, but he had pushed Roach enough during the past few days, and she needed her rest.
That was when he heard the whispered conversation between a young patron and a traveling minstrel.
“I’m telling you,” the patron was saying. “I study there, I know. He was just lying there in his bed like a ragdoll, staring. Someone must’ve poisoned him, I don’t know. Or it was magic. He was what, sixty? And he didn’t look a day over twenty. Maybe he just couldn’t afford whatever was keeping him young all that time.”
“Might have been a revenge,” the minstrel suggested. “He must’ve pissed lots of people off when he was alive.”
“I dunno,” the patron said. “If it was, I probably means he shouldn’t have got separated from that stupid Witcher of his.”
Geralt took a long, shaking breath.
He drank himself into oblivion that night. And the night after. And the next.
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When he finally reached Oxenfurt, tired and reeking of cheap vodka, it didn’t take much to find someone who would point him to the place where they buried the bard – a little hill in a wood just west of the town walls.
Geralt knew from Jaskier’s stories that the bard always loved going there, either to think, compose, get drunk or, on several occasions, have a romantic midnight rendez-vous.
It was on his way there when he realized that he probably should have brought flowers. It was what people did, wasn’t it? Geralt didn’t really know. He mostly dealt with dead monsters, and those didn’t really care about common courtesy.
But then of course, Jaskier would rather see him bring the cheap vodka than some flowers.
And it didn’t matter, anyway. Because Jaskier was dead, and no matter what Geralt would do, he would stay that way.
But then he passed a window, and on its windowsill sat a flowerpot full of sage, and what harm would it do to just take a few of those little purple flowers and bring them to his bard? So Geralt did.
And then, a few minutes later, he also took several white lilies from a flowerbed near another house.
And then he plucked several red roses from a bush by the city gate.
And then, as he was crossing a stream in the wood, he saw little blue blooms in the grass, almost the same color as Jaskier’s eyes.
Geralt looked down at his mismatched bouquet and sighed. He heard an echo of a drunken conversation he and the bard had several years ago.
“One day, I’ll be dead,” Jaskier had said. “And you, my dear Wolf, will forget me. Boom. In a heartbeat.”
“No. No, Jaskier. No,” Geralt had insisted. “I will never forget you.”
“Prove it.”
“Prove it? How?”
“When I’m dead and you come to lay flowers on my grave – shut up, you will – I want you to bring me forget-me-nots.”
“But you won’t know if I did it or not. You’ll be…” he had gulped, unable to say the words.
“Dead,” Jaskier had finished for him. “I’ll be dead, Geralt. But I will know. Trust me. I will.”
“Fine. I’ll do it. Whatever.”
“Promise me, Geralt.”
“I promise.”
And now, Geralt bit his lip, staring at those tiny flowers mocking him with their color, and then he ran, ran away from the stream and the horrible blue blooms and his foolish promise.
He ran until he reached the hill, and on it, a simple grave with a little headstone, so unbecoming of the frivolous bard that Geralt wanted to scream.
He fell on his knees in front of the headstone, breathing heavily, and placed the tiny bouquet on the ground, hand shaking.
So this was it. This was where his bard would forever rot.
Geralt closed his eyes, feeling the tell-tale prickle of tears.
His urge to scream grew stronger, memories of Jaskier rushing through his mind no matter how hard he tried to stop them. Everything they’d been through, great adventures and small ones, and everyday moments, too. He could almost hear Jaskier’s melodic voice, see his bright smile, and his eyes, blue, so blue…
“I love you,” he said, words he’d never dared to say, to even think too loud. He threw his head back and looked up to the sky. “You hear me?” he shouted. “I fucking love you you dead bastard!”
He didn’t know what he expected. A rainbow? A little bird singing the melody of Toss a Coin To Your Witcher? Some fucking sign that the bard heard?
He knew what he didn’t expect.
He didn’t expect to actually hear Jaskier’s voice by his side.
“Of all the flowers you picked…”
Geralt gasped for breath as a man stepped into his line of vision – and it was Jaskier, looking just as he did he last time Geralt saw him, but also different somehow. His eyes seemed brighter, his skin was almost glowing, and his smile…
Geralt’s medallion hummed.
“I knew you would forget,” the bard said, his inhuman face grinning, “forget-me-nots.”
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𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 - 𝐽𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔🍒 💣1/2
(𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡)
[Rᴇsᴜᴍᴇ : Jisung is obsessed with you so he asked his parents to arrange a wedding . Your family, on the other hand, is pretty poor so they immediately agree. You don’t like it but can't do something to stop them... there will be some smut but little fluff at the end.]
~Pᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ sᴍᴜᴛ~
Jisung finds everything about you perfect , from your head until your toes , inside like outside , you were the most perfect human he had ever seen . He believed you were his soulmate , lovely and kind with him when even his own « friends » found him weird . You acted this way around him because the little boy was very adorable and cute , but mostly by pity ...
Nobody stayed around him a lot and it looked like you were the only person he would smile and be happy with .
And it was true , Han liked you a lot , you actually think he have a crush on you , he treated you like you were his girlfriend . You weren’t against it though , he offered you a lot of stuff , and your family wasn’t really wealthy , so it was win win for both of you . He gets to be with his « crush » and you get to not pay for food and stuffs and worry about money .
But for jisung , all of this will lead to something else much important , he wasn’t buying you things and treating you like a princess for you to leave him a week later . In facts , he wanted to make you his , completely. To marry you basically. The cute boy was always spying on you by some way, because you were the only person he cared of , and you actually cared of him too . So why not , right ?
He was getting sick every time he had to leave you , jisung always wanted to be by your side , to see you . He thought that secretly taking pictures of you and stay the whole night watching them would make him feel better , but no , he wants to feel you , to hug you .
Being away from you would now bring him into a sudden episode of depression, he won’t have the strength to do anything and can’t smile at all . Seeing you became vital for him .
So he went and had a discussion with his parents . They were worried for him , every time they saw him , he looked sad , hurt and won’t talk at all . They could do anything to bring a smile on their only child’s face again .
So , as soon as jisung entered the big room his mom ran to him . « Hello jisung ~ are you okay ? Do you need anything sweetheart? » she asks in a rush , desesparated to make him happy and figure out what’s wrong .
« Actually , yes . Yes I need something » Han answers . « Can you bring dad , I need to talk to the two of you » he continued .
Han’s mother go upstairs , running to find her husband . She comes back with him still in a rush , dragging him by the arm .
Jisung sits down on the long and expensive couch , he invites his parents to do the same in front of him and starts to talk , « Mom and dad , I’ve found someone I really love » he ignores his parents surprise and big eyes and continue « I always miss her and I’m sad whenever I don’t see her . You’ve noticed too right ? »
« Yes we’ve did , everything was just because of a girl ? » his dad answers and asks .
« It’s not just a girl , I really feel empty without her , I want her to be mine... »
« We understand , but , why would you say that to us instead of asking her to be your girlfriend ? » han’s mother asks confused .
« I’m going straight to the point , I want to marry her , I want her to be my wife »
« Jisung ! She’s not even your girlfriend ! We do not even know her name... »
« Y/n , y/l/n y/n , do you accept and support it or not ? »
« Jisung , you can’t just do that »
After a long debate going on between Han jisung and his parents , they finally accept . They’ve thought of it , and , it was the only thing that could make him happy . And they were rich anyway , a wedding wouldn’t be annoying financially. Jisung gave his dad your parents number , because , of course he have those basic information, to let them call your parents and convince them .
His dad promised them money and wealth if they would let you marry their son Han jisung . Your parents thought about the offer a lot after the call , they had a debate concerning the wedding . But there wasn’t many negative point . They weren’t going to pay anything and are going to get out of the poverty they were in for years .
Your parents said it was good for you as well , so they called back and accepted.
It was now late and you came back from school , you were exhausted and tired . With the small energy you have left , you run to your room to do what you waited for all day , sleep . But as soon as you jump on your bed to get some rest , you hear the sudden voice of your mom which prevented you from doing so .
« Come down y/n , we need to tell you something ... »
You let out a long sigh , you were sensitive right now and didn’t want to talk to anyone . But it seemed to be important so you join your mom in the living room . Your mom and dad were looking strangely nervous , your mom was playing with her fingers and rings and your dad couldn’t even make an eye contact with you .
« i can’t understand what’s going on but can you please be quick , I’m very tired »
Your dad’s breath was shaky and he sighed like he was preparing to tell you something big and important , which made your heart beat a little faster and awoken you a bit . Instead of your tired eyes they had now your entire attention. They’ve never been so weird around you .
« You know we are pretty poor right ? »
You bob your head up and down agreeing with him .
« Wouldn’t it be great if we would be less poor ? Or even rich ? »
You giggle a bit and say « of course it would be great , nobody would disagree with that »
Your mom smile gently and asks « do you know Han jisung ? You like him right ? »
You were surprised and didn’t understand where they’re point and all of those question were supposed to lead .
« Continue » you didn’t want to respond to that question , you just wanted to know what your parents wanted to say .
« He said he liked you a lot , he wants to ... » your dad say hesitantly.
« To marry you » your mom finish .
« Well I’ll just tell him no , what the hell does that have to do with all of us ? »
« Listen , their parents said he is really sad when he’s away from you , his parents hated to see him like that and they promised us a lot of money if you’d marry him »
Your dad finally confess. You felt horribly disappointed and betrayed by your own family .
« So you said yes to them ?! Did you two even thought of how I feel ? If I like him ?! You don’t even know if he’s a perv or a bad person but you just agreed to literally sell your only daughter’s happiness for money ?! Seriously ? »
« Calm down y/n , it’s even beneficial for you , you’ll finally be rich and live like the princess you deserve to be , Han jisung is pretty handsome too , I don’t understand why you’re so mad » your mom dare to say.
« If I want money I’ll gain it myself , I don’t need a fucking weird rich boy like him to live happily »
You rushed into your room to cry , you hated to show your « weakness » and cry in front of your parents . You try to be quiet and ruin your pillow to muffle your cry in it .
•*•*•*•*•
The wedding is in 3 days , you are still against it , your parents are still for it .
Jisung’s parents prepared everything , you had nothing else to do but wait . They didn’t even have you the location or the instructions, they told you that a private driver was going to get you . The only time you’ll see jisung it at the actual wedding . You would try and run away before the d-day but your parents would never let you . Now you only see them as the worst person in the world , you never want to see them again , you didn’t care how poor you and your family was , how can you sell your daughter for money and force her to marry a random guy you don’t even know .
You were cleaning your room and complaining about your fate when you receive a message from jisung . You open and read them .
Han jisung
[ hi y/n ]
[did they send you the dress ? ❤️ ]
You close your phone and throw it on your bed , yes they did send the dress but you absolutely didn’t want to talk to him , everything started because of him and his obsession for you . Now your family is breaking and you’ll have to be with him for the rest of your life . You start crying again , the feeling that you can’t do anything to stop it made you angry and stressed out .
•*•*•*•*•
During those three days before the disaster , you were alive but dead at the same time . You hated your parents and wanted to make them feel bad about they’re decision by just locking yourself in your room . You know it would hurt them and you did it on purpose , you only ate two meals during those three days . You didn’t want to marry jisung but you’re forced . How could you feel happy or joyful about this .
Your mom dragged you to the expensive looking car , you were going to get prepared for the wedding . When you got there you were amazed , it is so beautiful , it felt forbidden for a poor girl like you to even be able to see such a pretty and luxury looking place . The people working looked like they already knew who you were , they were waiting for you . Many people came and after the greetings they rapidly set themselves to work . Many person were taking care of you at the same time , you felt special but uncomfortable . They helped you put on your dress and heels , made your hair , did your make up , gave you snacks , did your nails etc ...
Everything seemed to be ready and you got back to the car where the driver was waiting . You wanted to cry but held the tears in not wanting to ruin the amazing make up they did on your face . After arriving at the town hall you saw a lot of people you didn’t even recognize that were waiting for you. You were walking and walking with a bouquet of flowers in your hands . The stress made you hold them really tight you thought you were going to break them . Jisung was right in front of you , you could see in his eyes that he loved the way you looked . Everything went good until the moment arrived where you needed to say yes to jisung . You wanted to say no , but you were too scared of the consequences and the silence started to get awkward . You said yes , he kissed you , you didn’t kiss him back , and everyone clapped . The discomfort obvious on your face and the love obvious in jisung’s eyes . After the party that was thrown you didn’t saw you’re parents anymore . They’ve already packed your stuff and send them to han’s parents . Talking about them , they’ve rented a big house for you and jisung , they wanted for you two to get to know each other better . Maybe they should’ve made us do that before getting us married ...
You took off everything , showered and put on your pyjamas . During the wedding and even after , jisung was trying to talk to you , laugh with you , he was clingy . But you ignored him the whole time . So since the beginning of the wedding and a little before you did not have a proper conversation with someone who is now your spouse .
« Y/n » said jisung entering your room .
« Let’s talk »
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I kinda like Bates but I hate Lord Graham and now yes, I do think they had something going on during the war maybe??? In a is not gay because we’re in the war way??? Also I love how this show is like “this character doesn’t like to work day and night for this rich family, doesn’t think it’s a Great Honour, therefore they’re evil” Also let’s turn the Irish socialist into a English-loving rich dude. Mary is amazing though. She and Sybil look like paintings.
Bates is written to be more-or-less likeable, but I found myself getting more and more weirded out by his insistence on being The Most Quietly Martyred S.O.B. In The Room the more collateral damage his dumb point-of-honor stunts would've caused. Also, like... he admits to having been violent with his previous wife, we have only his mom's word that he Wasn't That Bad Really, and said wife is a great example of the show building "...therefore they're evil" strawmen out of anyone who talks shit about the house's faves. All of which is a fantastic set of cues not to take the text at its word about the circumstances of her death. Or at least to deeply doubt that Bates is going to continue being Such A Great Husband to Anna the instant she does something to actually, truly piss him off.
But yes, all of this makes me all the more infuriated by how convinced I am that Bates and Lord Grantham had some intricate fucking rituals going on during the war. All the more so after both of them reacted to the whole "shock, horror, Thomas tried to kiss one of the footmen!" drama by going "boo fucking hoo, if I lost my shit every time a guy tried to kiss me in a homosocial pressure-cooker environment, I wouldn't have any shit left to lose."
The strawmannery... was mostly just entertainingly bad tbh, until it started targeting Daisy The Kitchen Dogsbody with its usual trick of "how dare you have opinions I think are foolish! time to make you express them really obnoxiously, then punish you for your obnoxiousness--the ultimate sin in the land of social graces!" At that point IMO it took a hard turn into "...actually this is deeply fucked-up," because we've seen over the course of many seasons just WHY this kid can only manage to assert herself with the stridency of someone who knows that any dissenting opinion too loud to be steamrollered is going to start a fucking world war. And then the show turns around and uses her anger (and underlying lack of confidence and self-esteem) as evidence that she deserves to be bullied and steamrollered, because she's too flaky to know her own mind or have "reasonable" opinions or whatever. Just, an escalating spiral of "what the fuck" whose horror vibes intensify with every career goal she gets shamed out of and every relationship she gets coerced into.
Re: Mary and Sybil: yesss both incredibly gorgeous, and also, what a way to illustrate the distinction between a Poor Little Meow Meow and a Precious Cinnamon Roll. (Thomas, of course, is the Ultimate Poorest of Little Meow Meows... and he and Mary share similar vibes of "you have brought so much of this on yourself, but I still think you deserve to commit all the crimes you want against these assholes, you fabulous little bitch.")
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Because it’s your day for asks, apparently. River!parents ranked please!!!
Ok, so, I cannot numerically rank these, that is too hard. No, what you’re getting is a tier list.
S TIER
Gladys: Boss ass bitch, hard ass, an icon. Took out Penny’s eye because she almost killed her son, she’s so protective, only she is allowed to hurt her son. Bonus points for fondly reminiscing over committing armed robbery with her husband in her youth. Also hot af, lbr. Please come back, Gladys, I miss you.
Hiram: Fuckin’ dramatic loser, not a sixteen-year-old nerd playing games except HE IS. Ridiculous, over the top, deeply amusing to watch. He wants his daughter to be his protege, but she refuses, so he turns her into his rival and it’s just amazing because he 100% views her as a legitimate rival even though she’s a fucking teenager, I love him. Also, whenever a man hurts Veronica, he’ll fuck him up, and I respect that. My fondness for Hiram has never been as high as when he told Archie that Veronica was the best thing to ever happen to him. Also also, he’s clearly scheming to get Veronica and Archie back together in the hopes that this time she’ll invite him to her wedding (she won’t).
Sierra: ACE ATTORNEY SIERRA MCCOY! So corrupt, I love her. Also, did you see her in Katy Keene? Because she was an icon looking out for her daughter. Also, her dynamic with Jughead is 10/10 and her vibe is 200/10, need more Sierra McCoy in my life.
Penelope: SUCH a delight, SO over the top, COMPLETELY awful, I love her and her one glove. Hides in the walls to gaslight her daughter but also gives her daughter the gift of murdered enemies for graduation, the most thoughtful gift possible in Riverdale. Turned herself in for “some of” her crimes, presumably only the ones she thought weren’t completely justified, so maybe two or three of them. Please bring her back later, I am begging you.
A TIER
Fred: Good and wholesome but kind of bland. A loving father, but points deducted for being a dick to Jughead that one time in 1x13. Never forget, never forgive.
Mary: A bicon and neglectful landlord, but also clearly doesn’t require references for house renters, so good for her. Otherwise bland, but points for mostly not sucking.
B TIER
None
C TIER
Tom: WHERE IS YOUR SON, TOM? Is he cruising? In a cult? WHERE IS HE, TOM? Tom never knows where his son is, which is a problem because his son is Kevin, king of bad choices. A better father to Archie than to Kevin, smh.
FP: Earned a lot of points for Complex Personal Reasons, but points lost and deducted when he told Jughead he couldn’t come with them to Toledo. Jellybean literally acted out to spend time with her brother and Jughead just wants his family together, and you’re gonna pull this shit? Boooooo. Still, he’s pretty amusing and a clear bughead shipper, and points added for being v gay with Fred and v sexy with Gladys.
D TIER
Miles: As a former theatre kid, I cannot overlook how absolutely awful it was for him to walk out of his daughter’s performance when it was almost fucking done, like HOW DARE. A personal slight to me, and I’ll never forgive him for it. Would be at C tier if not for the Theatre Kid Outrage.
Clifford: Murderer but also super bland, so he goes here.
Hermione: Higher tiers in earlier seasons, but now she’s kind of meh and also told her daughter to stay with Chad after her daughter told her about like three red flag behaviors of Chad’s, so boo hiss to her.
TRASH TIER
Hal: A terrible serial killer who keeps trying to control women’s bodies (red flag!!) and also made Betty murder her cat. I’m GLAD Penelope shot him, and I hope he rots in hell.
Alice: Stopped being fun when they stopped having her main trait be vicious wine mom and instead wanted to make her tragic. Booooo, boring! And then she gave away Betty’s college money and sold the house and just askjflsjf I’m done with Alice as Betty’s mom and she isn’t even fun anymore. Call me when you’re extremely mean again, Alice.
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;club zombie (m)
In a world overrun by zombies, you’d think everyone was a goner, but the reality is much different. A steady diet of brains lets a zombie exist as a fully functioning human. Just ignore the part where they’re technically dead… In fact, these days, the amount of zombies outweigh the humans. A lot jump at the chance to be turned. Beg for it.
Kim Seokjin controls the underground of Seoul. No one would dare cross him. That’s how most of the world goes these days. You wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a zombie now, would you? However, you don’t quite see it like that. Spending most nights dancing at the club he owns, you catch his eye. It’s never the wrong side if you’re underneath him, right…?
pairing; kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings; zombie! seokjin, mafia boss! seokjin, smut, oc has a ring kink (relatable), gets angsty two thirds in, some type of romance bc of course it gets fluffy towards the end lol
words; 17,113
listen to; friction // 555
⇢ Part of the Deadly Intentions collaboration. With @btssmutgalore, @kpopfanfictrash, @underthejoon, @lamourche , @prolixitae and @taetaetrashhh, who organised the whole thing and created the moodboard!
Please forget everything you’ve ever known about most zombie portrayals in books, movies and tv series, because this is totally different. The idea and inspiration came from the television adaptation of iZombie. If you’ve watched it then you have a better vision of how the zombies in my story are portrayed. If not, then please just give it a go lol. It may sound wacky, but it’s Halloween! So here’s to the 🧟🍆!! I hope you enjoy!
You could hear Seokjin’s footsteps, boots clanking up the wooden stairs, and your stomach lurched in anticipation. He’d made you wait two frustratingly long hours, which was hell considering you hadn’t had time to be alone together all week. You were beyond excited for him to finally get his hands on you. Your body had long got used to craving him down to the very bone.
He came into sight, the image of you draped along his bed rooting him in his tracks. Your robe barely covered your modesty. Nipples visibly hard against the silk. Sometimes there was no need for underwear. Not when it got torn off most of the time. He needn’t waste his money anymore. You let a slow smirk stretch across your face. “How do you want me tonight, Sir?”
No need to greet him with a hello neither. What was the point? He’d told you to be in his home ready for him when he got back. Bedroom. He’d made that very specific. There was no need for pleasantries. Not when you knew greater ways to please him.
Him.
Kim Seokjin.
How did you get here again? So easily. So willingly. Like you’d wanted such a thing from the moment you’d laid your eyes on him. You had. Seokjin wasn’t your husband, nor boyfriend. He wasn’t even a casual hook up. In some ways he was more than any of the above. In others, he was less. It was an arrangement. The most simplest kind. Sex. With the city’s most dangerous man.
No one in Seoul would dare cross him. Hell, this whole country. Maybe it ran deeper than even that. No, what were you saying? It definitely did. You just didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to know the details. You didn’t even want to think about what they could be. To you, the man you shared yourself so openly with could never be what they all described him as. Not when he’d shared so much with you too. It was puzzling to think people actually feared him. He had never frightened you. In fact, you’d only ever known him as gentle. Even when he had his icy cold hands wrapped around your throat, fucking into you so hard his bed, amongst other things, were fit to break.
Yeah. This wasn’t the turn you thought your life would take. But then again, this world wasn’t exactly the same place it had been four years ago. The human race had to grow a thicker skin. Most changed completely. See, Seokjin wasn’t just your average crime lord. He was a rotter. So was over half the population.
Dead and rotten on the inside. Cold and smooth on the outside. The correct scientific term was Undead, but in simpler, more familiar terms, they were zombies. Not your average text fiction kind though. No flesh rots. No foul smell. No incoherent noises, that sent a bolt of terror and dread through your body. No, the undead were able to live as fully functioning humans for the most part. A reality that took a little while to make sense of, but as it did, the world everyone had known began to change. Drastically.
Unsure how it all started, although known to have been caused by some crazy scientist type, the disease, as it was called—now more of a lifestyle—had swept through most of America before their government and medicals could get to grips with it. It was as it was known in fiction. A zombie apocalypse. The whole world went into lockdown, flown into madness. Panic and strife were universal. The infected were destroyed and the potentially infected were quarantined. It was there they began to understand the infection.
The virus still burning through the veins of the innocent would be extremely difficult to handle. The were, by lack of knowledge back then, your “cannon” zombie. Unable to speak, unable to think, and their eyes sunken, black and lifeless. If given the chance, and some had been, they would tear at the flesh of the uninfected, feast on their brains. However, kept under a close eye, locked and controlled in a box room where they couldn’t see out but an array of people could see in, medicals soon discovered there were ways to quell the deep, ravenous need they had inside them. Portions. That was the key. Starved or gorged of human brain just turned them frenzied. The need as a fresh, baby zombie was insatiable but with a controlled diet the world became a little more normal again.
If you could ever call it normal. Human greed was at an all-time high. Who didn’t find it amazing that you could be a certified zombie while also retaining your human life? Who wouldn’t want to be dangerous? Feared? Who wouldn’t want to live potentially forever? The list went on, and that didn’t include countless governments’ motives. Soon the infection had spread willingly throughout the world. It caused fresh havoc. Some countries who hadn’t even wanted to get caught up in the mess, perished because they were too small or undeveloped. But most were smart, scheming. Here in the East a plan was concocted.
Somehow they found the individual who created the virus. Whether they went willingly or were forced no one would ever know. Their identity still remained a mystery even after all these years. Together some of the countries’ top scientists helped mutate the sickness into something “better”. Injected straight into the veins, there was no longer a fear of the infected losing control. The Undead were created. Just another form of human, but with a hunger for brains. It took a total of eighteen months for the world to be okay again.
Now that was all just a memory. Zombies were considered the norm, accepted into society long ago. A recent consensus found that just under 60% of the world’s population were undead. Humans the minority. They lived like humans, worked like humans and had families like humans. Although not in the traditional sense. The undead could still have sex. The men could still cum, by some grace of god, lucky them, but they were infertile. Women too. Reproductive system dead like the rest of them.
Of course, just because there were a lot of humane rotters, didn’t mean there weren’t bad ones amongst the mix. Like you said, humans were greedy. Mostly for power, and being a rotter in the right place, right time gave people tonnes of that. They weren’t truly immortal though. That was well known. A shot to their rotten brain would kill them. Nothing else. That’s where the infection resided.
To be turned there was a system. Applications, interviews, contracts…a waiting list for the injection that would alter your life forever. However, it didn’t work like that most of the time. The world wasn’t so perfect. Corrupt would be a better description. There were other, more simple, ways of turning. A bite or a scratch. Or even sexually transmitted within the first year of infection. There was nothing the government could do about it, and there were many illegal zombies rooming the country. And try all they might, no matter how many times, scientists couldn’t change the way infection took place.
They also couldn’t change the compulsion for brains. Yes, there was no lost control in the beginning, but starved of brains for too long, devolved them into the “cannon” zombie once again. It would take months of starvation, but after the deed was done, it was impossible to be reverted back. Thus they were destroyed. As you could guess, crime levels had not lowered. They had only gotten worse due to gluttony.
Donors now offered their brains up once dead, in a bid to keep portions up. There was complete control when it came to that, but again, that didn’t stop some rotters. Over the years, a lot more murder victims had been found missing a brain. But you digressed. It wasn’t all bad for the undead. They didn’t starve. They could still eat normal food, just oddly needed some extra spice. Their tastebuds has pretty much been destroyed after the turn, so hot sauce was their best friend. Scientists had also created “fake” brain. Think of it along the same vein as fake meat for vegetarians. A substitute. It didn’t give complete satisfaction, but it helped. In fact, they had quite an array of foods now, sold at any local convenience and grocery stores. For some reason brain sushi always made you laugh when you saw it. Surreal. Fast food stores had also caught on. Yes, Big Brain Mac was a thing now… What more did they want? As long as they had the real thing each month, life went on as normal.
They looked normal too. You’d forgotten to mention that one. Sometimes, with the help of hair dye and fake tan, they looked just like their past selves. There were a couple of giveaways though. If they weren’t high maintenance. Their eyes had changed an ice grey after the virus had taken hold, skin pale and cold, and hair turning white. Sometimes fully, but more often than not streaks or wisps of it. Oh, and their heart rate was ten beats per minute. They were dead after all. Pretty much. It was only when they lost themselves, did they turn into something horrific. Eyes black, sunken into their skull, cheeks gaunt, close to rotting. You’d heard they could also fall into a zombie trance when experiencing intense emotions. Depending on the situation it had different levels of severe. You had never seen this though. You knew very well, that was a benefit for certain zombies. A scare factor. Intimation factor. Like you said, there were many who used their rotter status for evil and crime…
Which put Seokjin in a very grey area.
He controlled the underground of this city. You hated using the word mafia, naïve to it all. Something fictional to you, but that’s exactly what was going on. An organised crime syndicate. The oldest son of a wealthy and corrupt family, Seokjin was always heir to the blood soaked throne. He was extremely powerful, even more so than the city’s law enforcement. Actually, you knew for a fact he worked side by side with them a lot of time. Probably called most of the shots. He’d been human in the beginning, when he’d first become in charge, not long before the virus began spreading, but of course that had soon changed. You’d heard stories of how his turn came to be, but you took those with a grain of salt. They were hearsay in your eyes. You’d never been one for rumours and gossip.
As it would have it, you’d only ever known him as undead. You started working at his club just over a year ago. How you got there wasn’t important, you just liked to dance, and dancing was a must at Club Zombie. Cheesy name, but it got the custom. It was almost a sort of tourist attraction. An after dark one. Humans and zombies alike. The dancers were both too. It could be a seedy place sometimes, but you didn’t mind dancing around a pole for men when their money was involved. The day was yours, the night was easy; just dancing, putting on a show. Besides, you were safe. Seokjin never let anything happen to the women that worked for him.
This was the place you could find him at the most, although strictly professional he never brought danger here. The rumours surrounding him were probably what made the club so popular to begin with. He wasn’t stupid. A zombie mob boss, what fiction was made of. Everyone lapped it up. Some nights he sat right up front, quite literally a throne on a podium, surveying the bar and dance platforms. It helped that he was extremely good looking. Got the humans with a kink all riled up. Such soft, movie star looks when you truly studied him. Jarring in a way. A white streak running along the front of his dark hair, parted at the forehead reminded you of what he was. That and his cold, grey eyes.
It was working at Club Zombie where he soon began to take an interest in you. It was glances your way at first. When you made your way to the dressing rooms, or more often than not, when your eyes met as you danced and twisted around the pole. You wouldn’t admit it back then, but it did send a thrill up your spine, fresh confidence washing over you. Even more so when the glances turned to smiles. They could be better described as flirtatious smirks if you didn’t know any better. Because why would anyone like Seokjin want you? He had this whole city at his feet. You were a no one. No, you were imagining the signs. He might’ve not even been looking at you.
But he was. Or course he was. You just couldn’t believe it. Not until one night when he’d asked you to join him for a drink. Halloween night, to be precise. Not that you cared for the holiday. It was just another day.
You were the last one to leave the club. Usually the first, you’d misplaced your cell phone. Took you twenty minutes to find it, fallen behind one of the sofas in the dressing room when you’d flung your jacket down in a hurry not a few hours ago. You were in a hurry when you made your way across the bar, heading for the exit, hand in your purse trying to now find your car keys. You didn’t want to keep Yunho, the barman, waiting any longer. But he wasn’t the one left.
Seokjin was stood behind the bar when you looked up at the call of your name. A peculiar sight. In all the time you’d been here you hadn’t once seen that. The fact he knew your name was even more mindboggling. You opened your mouth to apologise to him, presuming that was why he was asking for your attention, but you got no where. Not when the question he asked stunned you to silence.
“Care to join me for night cap?”
You weren’t one for drinking, never had been funnily enough, but you ended up agreeing. You told yourself it was because he was the boss. You couldn’t say no to him, but the racing of your heart as you sat down argued it was something different.
He drank straight whisky, poured you a glass of rosé you didn’t request. Did he see you as that kind of drinker? Classy. Unless it wasn’t classy at all because you knew nothing about alcohol. You thought he’d stay behind the bar, lord of the house, but to your surprise he came out to meet you. You heart beat even faster when he sat on the stool next to you. You prayed hard that rotters didn’t have an acute sense of hearing. Your knowledge was failing you, but logically, going by that dumb fucking fiction, you’d have to assume they did. He knew you were nervous mess right now. How embarrassing.
He bared his teeth and made a wincing sound as he took a swig of his drink. It was nice to know the burn still affected him, and you watched him tilt the tumbler this way and that, staring at the swirling amber liquid as he did so. Maybe he was giving you time to relax. Maybe he just wanted to sit in silence. Who knew. His rings clanked against the crystallised glass. He always wore them. Large silver bands, dark coloured jewels encased in the centre. He had beautiful hands now that you saw them up close. Wrists too. His shirt sleeves rolled up to the middle of his veiny forearms. The watch he wore was more expensive than anything you’d earn in five years. Maybe a lifetime. You were clueless.
Momentarily distracted, it took you those five minutes to realise you’d never so much as had one conversation with him. He was mostly the untouchable boss who was more like a statue to awe over than a person to share friendlies with. There were other men who worked closely for him here, woman too. Those were who you went to if there was a problem. A drunken customer. A shift you couldn’t make. An emergency you had to leave early for. In fact, even when you had gotten this job it wasn’t by his judgement. So this made the exchange even more awkward considering you’d never said so much as two words to him. You sipped on your wine for something to do. The taste wasn’t all that bad actually.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
You had been so used to the silence you jumped a little from your seat at the sound of his voice. He sounded curious, and you glanced his way to see him giving you his full attention now. Body angled to you; eyes so intense they made you a little unnerved. Fuck. He’d definitely heard the racing of your heart then. Mistaken it for something else.
“Afraid? No.” You decided to be honest. Or at least as honest as you could be. He didn’t need to know you were even more unsteady now than you had been not ten minutes ago. All because of…thoughts, that had entered your mind upon noticing his long, deft fingers. Not that you knew they were skilled, but it was just a hunch. You shrugged in what you hoped was a casual manner. Voice straining to be very much the same. “My nail technician is a zombie. My running buddy at the gym. My doctor.”
To your surprise he chuckled. Deeply amused by something. “I didn’t mean that.” Oh. Had you misunderstood? How embarrassing. “Are you afraid of me because of who I am?”
You blinked slowly. His status. That was what he was referring to. You slowly shook your head, making sure to hold his gaze as you replied. “No.” You shocked even yourself, because you really did mean it. Maybe you were reckless. Your parents had always said such words. You were drawn to the unknown. The excitement got you giddy, but this—he—was something new.
Your idea of living life on the edge was dancing in hardly anything, not warming to a man who discussed crime over breakfast like it was nothing. Did God knows what when he wasn’t sitting in this club.
He nodded in almost confirmation. “Thought not. Just wanted to be sure.” He spoke with a certainty. Like he already knew this information before you did. What vibes were you giving off here? Or was he always this confident and sure when it came to assuming others’ thoughts and feelings…
“Why?” It came out slightly more accusing than you meant it to.
It took him a moment to answer, taking a swig of his whiskey again. You thought he was going to ignore it all together. In a way he did. “Did you know that any human who fucks a rotter in the first year of their transformation gets infected too?”
You took a moment to let that sink in. The casualness of his tone cut with the crude language took you by surprise. You swallowed. “I did.” Everyone did. It was the largest cause of illegal turning. Even a condom wouldn’t save you.
He scoffed in amazement. “It’s amazing how biology works, even for someone dead like me.”
When someone described themselves as dead it never ceased to blow your mind. It was hard to believe that someone as handsome as Seokjin was rotten to the core on the inside. Black and decaying. You let a wry smile play at the corners of your mouth, replying before you took another mouthful of your drink. “This world isn’t what it used to be.”
He didn’t bother to agree, instead taking a moment of silence before he hit you with another question. “Did you also know that we don’t have any sexual urges for a while after we’ve been turned?”
This time it took you everything to hold it together. The shock close to becoming visible on your face. You suddenly thought of every time he had glanced your way in the past few weeks. Each smile he had given you. Just like the one he was giving you now as he waited for your reply. “I heard it varies from r-zombie to zombie.”
You stopped yourself at the R for Rotter. Yes, he had used the word not moments before, but it was always such a grey area. Mostly used as a derogatory term, by humans—usually the older generation—who couldn’t get their small, little brains around the reality of the world today, it had become increasingly popular over the past couple of years. Now, it was just accepted. Like everything else this day and age.
“Correct.” He continued to smile. If he noticed your slip-up he didn’t care to mention it. “This may be TMI but mine’s only recently appeared again.” Something squeezed in your gut. “A few months ago. Maybe longer. I don’t know. With work and the stress I think I ignored it for longer than I should have.”
“Oh.” That was… Yes, it was fact all sexual desire left when first turned. Most for a couple of months, maybe a little longer. You didn’t know the ins and outs, but three years seemed steep. He was a busy man, it made sense, but… Fuck. Who were you kidding? You were just distracting yourself with nonsense now. Anything to not have to acknowledge what was really going on here. But you had to. “Not to be rude Mr. Kim, but why are you telling me this?”
No one, and you mean no one, called him by his first name. Not anyone you knew anyway. It was easy to see him as none other than Seokjin, your Seokjin, now thinking back, but a few months ago he was just your boss with the intimating aura. The one who wouldn’t dare be interested in you. That all changed that fateful night.
His lips curled. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to be friendly or if he was greatly amused. Maybe both. “Seokjin. Call me Seokjin.”
You swallowed. His name felt foreign on your tongue, but you needed to press on. You needed him to confirm the hunch now coiled in your chest. “Seokjin, why are you telling this?”
A beat of silence followed. He actually glanced away from you as he went to speak. “I’m incredibly attracted to you.” You let out a shaky breath, unsure you could say anything back even if you tried. He chuckled awkwardly. Such a human reaction. You found your heart warming. “Forgive me. I’m rusty at this.”
He sounded way out of his depth, which was incredibly amusing for someone like him. You wondered how long he had been thinking of confessing this. How long he’d been trying… He’d taken his chance tonight.
“You’ve noticed me staring a lot?” His eyes were back on you now. You didn’t know if you were imagining it, but the harshness of the grey had begun to soften. The coldness, warming up.
“Yes,” you murmured. Your throat felt dry. You wouldn’t have described it as staring, but to say you hadn’t noticed would be an outright lie.
“I just can’t take my eyes off you,” he admitted with a slight sigh. “I love watching you dance because it’s the only form of interaction I have with you.” Without realising, you squeezed your legs together. Your face was flushing, you could feel the heat prickle your skin.
“My view gets obstructed a lot of the time, or my attention is needed elsewhere but I always try...” He cleared his throat. “I always try to admire you.”
His words bloomed against your skin, sending a warmth all over you. Call you weak, it didn’t matter. An attractive man was complimenting you. You did not question him. He was short and to the point with his words. No sugar-coating. You admired that.
You smirked his way, confidence washing over you. In a way, you felt like you had the upper hand here. He was the one who had confessed in uncertainty. “You should get better seats for the show.”
His eyes widened a little in shock at your brazenness. You’d surprised him, and his mouth stretched into a grin, a bewildered laugh leaving him as his browline furrowed. It was a glorious sound. “I really don’t scare you? Disgust you?”
“Of course not.” You replied so surely it would be difficult to doubt you. Maybe you were stupid. Maybe this was all part of his masterplan, but there was a small self-destructive part of you that didn’t even care. “Would I be working here otherwise?”
“You got me there,” he silked. Gaze holding yours.
The most deepest of desires began to come alive inside of you. Swirling around in your gut. Desires you’d held at bay because it was laughable to think you’d ever be in with a chance with someone like him. And perhaps a larger part of you was ashamed by your longings. Kim Seokjin was a bad person by definition. It didn’t matter how charming he was. How potentially misunderstood he was, or how secretly sensitive he was. Romanticised theories that should make you sick at yourself. This was wrong, a small voice whispered furiously in the back of your head, but when had that ever stopped you?
You hesitated but went for it anyway. It was too late. You’d made your decision. “If we’re confessing things... You’re way too pretty to be as dangerous as you are.” Half a glass of wine and you were already losing yourself.
He cocked a black, perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Pretty? That’s a new one.” He chuckled quietly before making a joke. “These genes come from my mom.” Such a normal thing to say. You wanted to believe he was just like anyone else. Or maybe you truly didn’t care…
“Mr. K–Seokjin,” you corrected yourself quickly. The concept of being on first name terms would take a while to get used to. You took a breath and went for it, fingers reaching for his hand that held his whiskey. What did you have to lose? His lust for you was real. The ball was in your court.
You circled patterns against the skin between his thumb and index finger. It was stone cold. A sensation you were still not too used to, or maybe it was because this touch meant so much more. Despite the ice, he was marble smooth. You looked at his face. True beauty. He was staring right back at you, holding his breath, waiting for you. Hunger roared inside your body now. You tried your best to keep it under control.
“I know it’s out of hours and I’m not really dressed for it anymore but... I could dance for you right now if you like?”
You tilted your head to match your question. He copied, giving you a small smile, tone teasing when he spoke. Low and oddly soothing. “Private dances aren’t allowed.”
“You’re the boss. You make the rules.” You watched him hesitate, mulling your suggestion over in his head. It was actually kind of cute. Had he not expected you to accept his advances so easily?
He pulled his hand from the tumbler, his fingers gingerly reaching for yours and you clasped onto them. “Mm?” You prodded, watching him all the way. He gave you a tight nod, and that was all you needed to continue.
Rising up from your seat and leaving your purse at the foot of the stool, he followed you as you guided him by the hand to a set of centre red plush sofas. They curled around a small table, in perfect view of the largest stage. Not two hours ago this place had been filled to the brim, this section worth a hell of a lot of money considering where it was placed, but now his club was empty, safe for you and him. The reminder sent a thrill up you.
You slowly pushed him down to sit, hand on his chest before you let go and stood over him. A grin on your face. “Best seat in the house. No obstructed view.”
He didn’t reply, but the look on his face was almost giddy. You spun on your feet, back to him as you slinked away, towards the centre pole, kicking off your shoes. You didn’t get much of a chance to dance with it, this place saved for the ones who had been here longer. So this was an added excitement.
“This would be highly unprofessional in business hours,” he called after you. His laughter fizzling off when you began to lift your sweater over your head. “What are you doing?”
You turned back to him, a shy smile on your face. “I can’t entertain you in this.” You threw the mustard knit to the floor. “Will it do?”
He scoffed. Eyes a little wide, pupils starting to blow out. “You could be in anything. I wouldn’t mind.”
You appreciated the sentiment, but you didn’t know if you agreed. You’d removed the showy lingerie you’d been wearing tonight in favour of something more comfortable; a black cotton bralette, and you still had your leggings on as you gripped the pole with both hands. It wasn’t your best outfit, but you hoped it sufficed.
How odd it was to swing and grind in front of your boss. A man you hadn’t had anything to do with until tonight. Dancing to no music was strange, too. You had to imagine the beats and sounds in your head, praying you didn’t look too wooden, but somehow it began to feel increasingly intimate. Seokjin was a silent spectator, but it didn’t bring you a sense of unease. Excitement coursed through your veins, but you didn’t dare look at him while you moved. This was a reality you still couldn’t get your head around.
You didn’t know how long you were at it for, lost to the soundless rhythm, but soon enough you needed to catch your breath. He was still sat where you placed him but his eyes were fully black now, trained on your figure. As if in a trance It took a moment for him to notice you had stopped. His legs were spread open, giving you a very great eyeful of his crotch. A couple of buttons on his dress shirt lied open that weren’t before. It gave him an almost bedraggled look. You say almost, because his hair was still perfectly parted at his forehead. You suddenly had the mental image of your fingers running through it, tugging at the ends as he fucked you into the very sofa he sat on. You blinked away the dirty thought, taking a few deep breaths.
He also blinked, albeit slowly, outstretching one hand to beckon you. “Come here.” He croaked; voice thick with something that made you burn up.
You smirked. “That’s against the rules.” Private dances were strictly forbidden.
“Am I not the boss?” That was so. You laughed, and obeyed instantly, descending the metal steps to make your way to him. “You move exquisitely,” he complimented as you did so. His voice a little more human now. His eyes however, were anything but. Close now, inches apart, you saw the light grey that ringed the dilated pupils. It made him look unreal. Showed him for he really was. Undead. However, fear was the last thing on your mind.
“Can I touch you?”
“I thought you made the rules?” This back and fore only thickened the desire in the room, but you truly did appreciate his manners. That, and you really wanted him to touch you. You wanted to touch him too.
Straddling him slowly, your knees pressing into the soft velvet of the sofa, his cold hands met your waist and you jumped in shock, giggling in reaction. He did nothing but hold on as you attempted to dance atop of him. You say attempted, because you were basically grinding on him by now. You wrapped your arms around his neck, loving the way his breathing was laboured. Chest rising and falling visibly.
You felt his erection quickly begin to from under you, and it wasn’t long before he acknowledged it. In his own way, of course. “Forgive me for being inappropriate.” He apologised in advance. You held your breath in curiosity. “But have you ever fucked a rotter?”
With a lack of oxygen you replied instantly. “No.”
He swallowed. His dick twitched in his expensive slacks. “Are you opposed to it?”
You replied with only truth, confidence and desire. “Not if you’re the one in question.”
The noise that tore from his throat was nothing you’d ever heard before. A man starved, finally given the chance of relief. He flew at your mouth, movements hasty and rough. You gladly matched them. Everything was cold, something you weren’t used to at all. Not like this anyway. His tongue like ice ran along your own, both wet but drastic in temperature. It was a contrast that sent your nerves into overdrive. Sensitivity at its highest peak. You clung to his shoulders, rolling your palms over the thick flesh and muscle, as you moaned quite shamelessly into his mouth.
His hands found your face, gripping you tight as he continued to kiss you furiously. You were close to burning up, heart pounding in your chest at your new reality. A groan from him puzzled your mind as he tore away. “Not here. Not yet,” he rasped, lips wet because of you. He tried to keep him distance but failed, falling into your mouth once again to taste you. “I won’t fuck you in a place like this. You deserve better than that.”
You clung to him now, deflation beginning to drop to your gut. You were riled up, ready for him, he couldn’t take it away now. Not when he was solid between your spread legs. You gasped when he took your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it carefully. Everyone knew the dangers of a zombies’ teeth. One false move and it was game over. The risk just seemed to turn you on all the more. You were sick. Sick for him.
“But I want you so bad. I want to make you feel all the pleasure in the world,” he divulged. He sounded so passionate, so desperate, fresh waves of longing and need flooded your body. Heat pooled against his cock. “Will you let me do that right now? Just a little bit?”
“Yes,” you practically exclaimed. Overcome and out of breath. You didn’t know what that request pertained but you would take anything for even the slightest bit of relief.
You had a better understanding once you found yourself under his large, solid body. Spread out on the velvet like your tainted mind had imagined not fifteen minutes previous. He kissed down your neck, lapping at the skin like you could fill him up. A sensation that had your eyes closing, feeling powerless but loving it. Even more so when you felt him between your breasts. It was a wonderful fusion; to be boiling hot but feel his cool, marble touch all over your body. His hands roamed you, familiarising himself with the woman’s body. Every bump, curve and dip, your soft moans encouraging him, until he couldn’t take anymore.
You pulsed when you felt his long fingers curl behind the waistband of your leggings. “Can I take these off?” He looked you straight in the eyes as he spoke, as if he was reading your face for any hesitation. There was none. You nodded firmly, a trembled ‘yes’ leaving your throat.
He pulled you forward in one swift motion, propping you up against the plush backrests. He was out of breath, jaw slack and eyes still practically black as he crouched, beginning to tug down the black fabric, your legs thrown over one of his shoulders. You didn’t realise he’d strip you of your underwear too. You were very naked, very quickly. Your bra the only thing left.
“Beautiful.” He uttered, eyes between your legs before he looked up at you. “You’re beautiful.”
You smiled at him, something he couldn’t seem to be able to bear, because he was on your mouth again in a flash. He kissed you greedily, low moans escaping him in regular sequence. Spoiled, he made his way down your chest, finding the swell of your breasts to flirt between. It wasn’t long before the fabric was pulled down, one nipple in his mouth while he rubbed the other with the pad of his thumb. That had you moaning, your legs wrapping around his hips to keep him latched to you. Cramped on the sofa, cramped under his body, but loving it. Pleasure swirled and grew heavy in your stomach. Arousal beginning to pool between your legs. It wasn’t long before you were grinding yourself against his body uncontrollably, desperate for some relief down south.
He pulled away when you began whining, teeth lightly grazing the flushed peak as he went. You gasped. Maybe it really was the danger that turned you wanton. Seokjin grinned your way as he sunk to his knees on the floor. He knew it too. He was already learning. You watched with bated breath as he spread your legs, giving him a very intimate view. You’d be self-conscious by now, maybe even uncomfortable, but not tonight. Not with him.
You pulsed against his thumb as he touched you, and all you could do was watch as he carefully began to rub at your clitoris, feeling it engorge beneath his cold touch. You moaned softly, hips circling ever so slightly, enjoying the almost cruel pleasure. Your arousal spread, wet noises squelching under his skin, lewd in your ears.
He looked up at you, eyes black, ringed silver grey. They made you shiver. So did his words. “Can I taste you?” His hair had become out of place, finally, falling in his eyes, and you reached for it, running the white and black strands through your fingers before nodding.
He dived straight in, those plump, almost blue-red lips encompassing your clit. You gasped as he sucked, pushing into him and clutching his hair in your fist. His cool tongue laved you almost hesitantly at first, searching for what you liked and what made you moan, until he grew confidence. You forgot he was familiarising himself again after so long. Hazy with lust, his movements weren’t calculated. They were made with haste and a fervent urge; hands wrapping around the underside of your thighs to hold them and pull you closer. Letting him feast until his heart content.
He only pulled away to catch his breath, minutes later, face from the nose down shining with a colourless substance. The same substance coated the heat between your legs and apex of your thighs. Probably stained the sofas too. You were sticky and burning up. Not even the the touch of his cool finger could control it as he ran the digit down your folds. He stopped at your entrance, tip pushing in slowly. You throbbed around nothing, desperate to be filled. He noticed of course, and he made to remove his rings.
You stopped him. “Keep them on.” You’d already felt the cool metal of his rings against the inside of your thigh when he’d been enamoured with your centre and everything it had to offer. You wanted more. A hell of a lot more.
He raised his brows in surprise, pausing before shrugging. “Anything for you.” You tried to suppress your moan as he pushed his index finger inside you, palm up, cold metal pressed against your swollen folds. He shifted closer, curling the digit against your velvet-like walls. He seemed to like the feeling, humming to himself, before he studied your face closely. “When was the last time someone had you like this?”
You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. “What? Like this specifically? In this bar, spread out naked on the VIP suite? Never.”
He gave a low chuckle. It shot through your body. “You think you’re funny.” You tried snarking him back but he slipped a second finger inside you, straightening them as he went. “No but,” he began, slowing thrusting them in and out. Your jaw grew slack as you watched him, the quietest of strained moans leaving you. “I just want to know how many people I have to contend with.”
That made you laugh. But fine, if he was so curious. “It’s been a while. Nearly a year.” You’d been single since then, your last relationship ending badly, and hook up culture wasn’t what it was since the virus. You smirked his way. “So, no one at all.”
“That’s great for me then.” He laughed heartily, almost as if he wasn’t three knuckles deeps inside you, and wasting no time getting intimate between your legs again.
You came hard. Shaking all over when he finally relented his tongue. Covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath. He continued the movement of his fingers at his leisure, looking up between your body. The tips of his hair were wet and clung together. It wasn’t him—the undead incapable of sweating—but your arousal, which he seemed to be unable to get enough of. In all honesty, it seemed it he was unable to get enough of you full stop. Still determined to please you.
He shot his fingers deep, ripping a moan from your chest as your back curled. “You’re still sucking me in. What a greedy cunt you have.” Your burned at his crude words, squeezing around his fingers. “Do you consider yourself greedy?” He spoke low and calm, but you could hear the slight quiver to his voice. It made you feel powerful. You hated that word. Greed. But for him… It was different.
“If it’s for a pleasure like that, then yes,” you laughed breathlessly.
He tutted, curling his fingers along the ridges of your insides. Coaxing you. Enjoying the way your lower body contorted. “You flatter me. I would say I’ve reverted to novice status again after all these years.”
You didn’t think so. Unless that was the reality of someone like Kim Seokjin between your legs. He got you coming so good, better than you had in a long time, so maybe it was both options shared. “Somethings you never forget,” you told him simply.
He didn’t reply, instead rising up, kneeling on the edge of the sofa instead. You lifted your legs to accommodate him. His fingers got deeper and you tightened around them again. “I’m greedy too, you know?” He almost warned, his free hand gripping the back of your neck to tilt your head. Ice. He was speaking as he held his breath, moaning slightly when you did. “I want you to cum again. Please.” He always remembered his manners, even when impatient.
You faltered. You didn’t know if you could. Yes, it still felt good to have him inside of you, but you were too exhausted to go again surely. He leant over your body, caging you with his solid one as he murmured into your ear. “I want the visual ingrained in my mind forever.” He snapped his wrist hard against you. The pleasure made your eyes roll back.
“O-kay–!” You gasped out, nodding your head eagerly, gripping onto his shoulders. It was a big fuck you to the exhaustion. You wanted to cum again too.
Your body withstood his vicious pace, walls clamping down on him every time he thrusted into you. You were hot and sweaty again, held down by his large build, which only added to your delight. You imagined he was fucking you. Desperate for the real thing.
“You trust me a lot,” he mused, your hands in his hair now. It was surprising to you that he let you touch it like this. You looked at him curiously, wondering what he could mean, and felt his movements slow. You realised just how hard you’d been holding your breath, gasping for it at the tiniest of reprieve. “One accidental scratch and that’s it, game over. You’re one of me.” He spoke in an almost disarming whisper. It did not frighten you.
You moaned at the dragging of his fingers, before smiling lazily. “You’re not so foolish.” You’d already taken note that his fingernails were perfectly trimmed when you’d admired his hands at the bar.
“Maybe not. But in other ways…” he drawled off, lips millimetres from yours. You wanted him to kiss you so bad. “I enjoyed being a fool between your legs. On my knees…” You moaned softly, enjoying his words, eyes still glued to his mouth. It moved away; your chest grew heavy in disappointment.
“Would you get on your knees for me?”
His question had you squeezing again. The smirk told you he felt it. “Right now?” You asked, maybe a little too eager.
“No.” He laughed. “Not right now. Tonight is about you. But next time...”
You took a shaky breath and nodded. “Gladly.”
“Good girl,” he smiled at you. The praise went to your head, somewhere else too, and he let go of your neck, readjusting himself to begin picking up the pace again. You watched down your body, lifting your folded legs nearer your chest so you could have a better look at his hand as it pleasured you. His veiny forearm tensing with the force of his thrusts. You were so wet you glistened in the overhead lighting—so did the dark jewel on one of his rings—and you squelched noisily around his fingers, sucking him in over and over again. Greedy, you were.
“Fuck.” Seokjin cursed under his breath, distracting you, and you found his eyes were locked between your legs too. Mesmerised. “Delectable, as ripe as a peach…” It didn’t take you much longer to cum again. You felt sorry to whoever would sit in the VIP lounge tomorrow night.
Afterwards, once you’d both calmed down—you, dressed but still quite shaky, and he, now composed but hair still in disarray—he asked if you’d accompany him for dinner at his house next time he was free. You agreed quite instantly. You knew what it meant, and you needed it. Needed him. You also agreed when he insisted he’d arrange for a car to take you home that night. You had your own, but you’d had something to drink, regardless how small, and that just didn’t sit right with him. He’d get someone to drop off your vehicle the next morning.
Before you left, he bid you goodnight with a kiss to the cheek and thanked you for a lovely night, emphasising just how much he was looking forward to dinner with you soon. Just the thought had you up for hours when you found yourself in bed, alone, but still warm and sated from your two orgasms.
Seokjin’s house was stunning. A far cry from from your dingy apartment on the tenth floor of an ancient tower block. You were used to it now, but back then you had felt very out of place in such a beautiful home. He arranged for a car to pick you up, very much like the one that had dropped you off home four nights ago. A sleek black thing, with darkened windows. You didn’t know the name, a car was a car, but again, way out of your league. Four days was a short time in someone else’s perspective, but to you it had dragged by. Especially having to see him every night since while you danced in the club. Glances and knowing smirks just made it harder. You understood though, he was a busy man. He called you in the morning, apologising for the short notice, but he’d found a break in his schedule. If you agreed not to be at the club tonight, he could arrange dinner at his place.
You hadn’t hesitated. Had been preparing all day. The longest soak in the bath you could manage without turning into udon. You even brought the wax strips out. Found the most elegant dress you owned in the back of your closet. A blood red, floor length piece.
His phone call had felt very formal, but that was him all over, you had only just started finding out. You weren’t 100% sure, but the 0.1% didn’t matter… You were going to have sex together tonight. The thought made you giddy. It was only the shock of his house that distracted you as you stepped inside. Large and elegantly decorated, it did not look at all like you’d imagined. Not that you’d tried to. It was impossible to wonder what an undead mobster’s home would look like, but as a bachelor, it definitely wasn’t this. It almost seemed lonely to have just one person living here. You kept those thoughts to yourself though and let him lead you into the lounge, where, and you assumed this, a butler of some kind handed you a glass of champagne. This was not your world.
He even had members of staff to cook for him. Food you knew for a fact belonged in michelin starred restaurants. His dining room was grand, the beautifully carved mahogany table able to fit six people. Perhaps this place was once his family home. It made sense. He sat at the head, while you were placed directly opposite him. The distance was a little unnerving, but he was able to converse in small talk exceptionally well. It was lighthearted and casual, and soon eased you up.
You found it intriguing when he doused everything he ate in hot sauce, unable to stop yourself from giggling and he looked up, confusion etched in his features before he realised what had amused you so. You had no idea the need was that bad.
“Nothing tastes good without a little kick,” he explained, putting the bottle down. “Even the brains.”
You laughed. “You must go through hot sauce by the gallon.”
He smiled before reaching for his glass of red wine. “Me being a rotter really doesn’t phase you, does it?” He still seemed to be unable to get over the surprise.
You gave him a small shrug, picking up your cutlery. “It’s the world we live in now.” You sounded like a broken record. That was your explanation for everything.
You waited for him to continue the conversation. There was a pause and then– “Thanks to your father.”
You froze, an instant sense of dread filling you at the casual remark. You swallowed, looking across at Seokjin. “H-how did you know?”
He raised a perfect eyebrow as he brought the glass to his mouth. You watched half the red liquid disappear. The clank as he put it down on the wood made you flinch, and your heart thudded as you waited for his reply. He gave you smile. It didn’t seem fully loaded. “Is that you undermining my power?”
Whatever his intentions were you panicked regardless. “No, I just–”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t some kind of trick. Some kind of revenge...” He interrupted with a quick chuckle. Relief flooded you. Not that you had thought such things explicitly, but Seokjin was the man he was… Your lust hadn’t made you forget that much. He had found out what you’d spent the last three years or so trying to hide after all…
“I have brought you here to fuck.” Despite your alarm, something squeezed in your gut and pulsed between your legs at his frankness. “I’m just curious... You hide it well. Why?”
Unsure what to do, you took a mouthful of food. The chewing letting you think for a moment. Did you really want to divulge your family affairs with him? He was a man of few words and considering what he was—dangerous and undead—you couldn’t be sure to trust his intentions. Maybe you’d made a mistake coming here. Letting his words and actions cajole you.
“Good?” He asked, watching you eat.
You looked at him and nodded. Wiping your face with the napkin placed on your lap you decided to give him some of the details. Not all. “It’s not something I want to be associated with.”
Seokjin frowned. “You don’t agree?”
You shook your head. That had come out wrong. “I don’t agree with my parents’ greed.”
When the zombie virus had hit four years ago your father, a highly gifted scientist, had been one of the first to try and recreate it. To produce something better. For what, you didn’t quite understand. He had no desire to turn himself or his family. No, you guessed it was for the fame, the money…the glory… In the end, it took a number of people to create such a thing, but yes, he’d been one of them… Your mother had been so proud. Sick. That was still what you thought now. Turning the world into undead creatures who needed human brains to survive seemed utterly bizarre. Disturbing… But like you said, the glory seemed to be their fuel…
You hadn’t spoke to either of them in two years and prior to that, conversations were few and far between. To cut them out of your life hadn’t been a sudden decision though. Your whole life you’d always felt like you didn’t belong. Born to the wrong family. Maybe that was a problem with you. An issue you didn’t want to give much thought about, but one thing was for certain, you didn’t think anything like them. You’d spend most of your life rebelling. Maybe you were still doing so… The club you worked at would see them foaming at the mouth. You, surrounded by the people your father helped create. And Seokjin… Seokjin was a man your parents would be horrified to see you with. That thought brought you great pleasure.
“You don’t get along?” You shook you head in reply. Surprisingly it was enough for him. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” Or maybe he already knew that… He probably knew everything about you. He’d been humouring you all this time. For some reason that didn’t scare you like it should’ve. It was quite reassuring to know that despite everything, you were the one he wanted. Maybe your self esteem was shot to pieces. Maybe you were just an idiot.
You smiled. “Thanks.”
He jerked his head towards the direction of your plate. “Let’s not get distracted for too long. Dinner is getting cold.”
You ate with more small talk. He asked if you’d ever been out the country and when you’d replied yes, he insisted that you tell him all about Japan, like he’d never been there before. Maybe he hadn’t… You didn’t ask. In all honestly, you were positive he was trying his best to relax you again after his slight interrogation. It was endearing.
Once dinner was done and his staff had taken the used dishes away, you suddenly remembered what was to come next. You began to feel a little out of your depth. The night at the club had happened out of the blue, but this was pre-planned. Nerves itched at your skin, just wondering how this would go down now, but that didn’t mean you weren’t excited. Giddy.
“You really do look so beautiful tonight.” He praised quietly, admiring you from across the table. He had already told you that when he’d greeted you at his door, but you would never get enough. “I feel a little underdressed.”
You scoffed. “You look perfect. As always.” He was always found in a suit, so his attire for tonight was nothing new. Apart from the velvet suit jacket he wore. It was fancy, something you could never imagine him gracing the club with, and the cream embroidered shirt underneath suited him beautifully. His hair tonight was swept above his forehead, accentuating his breath-taking bone structure.
He closed his eyes as he smiled in silent thanks. When they opened you noticed they were getting darker, grey almost unnoticeable from where you sat. You suddenly thought about him between your legs. You squeezed them together under the table, trying to quell your dirty thoughts. You think he noticed, or maybe he was remembering back too.
“I’m surprised you can’t feel it,” he mused on cue.
“Feel what?” You sounded slightly shaky. Out of breath.
“My need for you is practically raging from my body,” he explained simply.
Something heavy dropped into your gut. Confidence began to wash over you again. It was nice to feel this powerful. “You hide it well.”
“Do I?” He laughed. “I must have more self control than I give myself credit for. I’ve been agitated ever since that night… Unable to stop imagining getting my hands on you again.”
You let out a tremble of a breath. More images flew around the forefront of your mind. The coldness of his hands caressing your body. The ice of his tongue inside your mouth, against your skin, laving against your… You closed your eyes, unable to cope. He murmured your name softly. As if he was desperate for you to look his way again. You obeyed. “I’m so incredibly attracted to you.”
You could hear your heart thudding against your ribcage. It almost felt strange, like it didn’t belong to you. When you chuckled, it didn’t sound like you either. Your lust for him was taking over. Time was nearing. “You already said, Seokjin.” You liked the sound of his name as it curled off your tongue.
He chuckled back. “Am I boring you? I thought flattery would be first protocol.”
You continued to laugh at his choice of words, shaking your head. “There’s no need. I’m here, aren’t I?”
He held your stare. It was almost like he was staring inside of you. “That you are.” He sounded like he still couldn’t believe his luck. He rolled his shoulders. “Well. I can still say what I like. It’s all true. I’m not trying to manipulate you here.” You chose to believe him. “Although... You don’t look like someone who falls victim to such things.” You shrugged, playing it casual. Maybe he was correct. You’d long stopped giving men the power to get inside your mind. You hoped it would hold with Seokjin.
“I’ll cut to the chase then.” He continued, realising you weren’t going to divulge anything that could confirm his assumptions. “One night won’t be enough. I want to enter a sexual relationship with you.”
Your eyes widened. Surprise visible on your face no doubt. Call you naïve, maybe clueless, but that possibility hadn’t crossed your mind. A one off was all you’d imagined. Seokjin had thirsted after you for months now, it seemed. Until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. In your head, one night would have been enough for him. What was so special about you? It seemed ludicrous he’d want something permanent. Taken aback, all you could do was listen to him.
“These,” he paused, “urges I have, they’ve been suppressed for far too long. I have curiosities. Maybe they’ve always been there, morphing with the passing months...years.” He shrugged, and you wondered why he had stifled himself for so long. You also wondered why you. Why were you so special? “It wasn’t until I noticed you that these thoughts...fantasies, became unbearable.”
You took his words like they were information at a business meeting. In fact, he was talking to you like such. It was strange. He was talking about imagining fucking you most probably, and here you were just nodding your head. You squeezed your legs under the table again. You were hot. Your excitement was building again and you were trying your best to control yourself. This wasn’t normal. You shouldn’t be here, but your desire for him seemed to have crept up and snaked its way around your throat.
“I don’t want to overwhelm you but I need things to be in black and white.”
“I understand.”
“You do?” He raised both eyebrows in surprise. You felt powerful with the knowledge you kept proving him wrong. “Your pleasure is my utmost importance. All of my fantasies include you enjoying yourself. Rest assured. However,” he looked down at the table. Was he flustered? Feeling awkward? How unusual. “There are some things I want to indulge in that aren’t to everyone’s taste. I do not wish to trap or force you into anything. If you don’t agree, then that’s that. No hard feelings. This isn’t a sweet or romantic joining. I don’t know if I’m truly capable of that…”
You puzzled in your head. What an odd thing to say. You hadn’t so much as thought about this being anything about romance. You knew where you stood. You hoped he wasn’t assuming that’s what you thought. You’d given up on love and romance a long fucking time ago. “I don’t expect it to be,” you added, wanting it to be clear.
He paused, smiled slightly and then chucked. “Then you understand I have this animalistic need to take you any which way I’m allowed.” He made sure your eyes were locked when he spoke. So he could see your reaction. It was hard tying to keep your expression neutral as you imagined just as he’d said. The corner of your mouth definitely twitched. Of course he saw. You could tell by the way he tried to suppress his smirk.
“I can be patient if you need more time.” He continued. “I am very much insistent that it’s you—there is no one else—however, if you disagree or discover I bring you no joy, I expect one day I’ll find another.” You admired his honesty. “Also. Selfish of me I know, but if you agree then there must be no other sexual partners during our attachment. Please.” “Seokjin...” You began, guessing he’d finished his proposition of sorts.
“I know.” He interrupted before you could say anything. “This is a lot to take in. You’re overwhelmed.”
“No,” you insisted. “I agree. I’m willing to give this a chance.”
He let your words marinate before swallowing. “What I’ve said doesn’t scare you?”
You scoffed. “No.” You’d already knew sex with him wouldn’t be conventional. You’d found that out from his very brazen attitude and mouth the night you were spread against the club’s VIP sofa. Your only mistake had been thinking it would be just once. You felt giddy knowing there would now be endless encounters. You craved him just like he craved you. It was a new sensation, something that had only been been simmering since you caught his eyes on you as you danced, but it was powerful and steadfast, and needed to be sated. Tonight.
He nodded to himself, seemingly deciding then and there to start taking action. “We’ll take it slow. Learn from one another.”
“That sounds good,” you agreed, unconsciously sitting up straighter, leaning in almost eagerly.
“Tonight,” he hushed. “Tonight I just want to feel you. Pleasure you. To become accustomed with your body and what you like.”
You let out a shaky breath. You could almost feel the impending pleasure running through your veins. You’d had a taste of it a few nights ago. “I feel very much the same. Tonight is just the beginning.”
He exhaled through his nose, jaw tensed before he looked you straight in the eyes. Raising his hand he beckoned you. “Come.” You were beginning to see a pattern, and just like that you obeyed. His tastes were of the dominate kind. You would gladly listen.
Rounding the corner you made your way over and stopped right in front of him. He scraped his chair back, making room between him and the table, and motioned you to slot in between.
“When you said you’d get on your knees for me…” He reminded you. A suggestion of sorts. Maybe it was put that way to soften the order.
Your eyes widened, looking at the door that lead into the kitchen. “Here?”
“Don’t worry.” He smiled, taking your hands. “No one will will come in. They shall be leaving soon anyway. They won’t interrupt us.”
You listened, finding yourself in his lap, dress crumpled around your middle, creasing to no end, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when you could feel his erection pressing into you. You took initiative. Rising up to let your palm caress him. You’d been dying to get your hands on him ever since the night at the club. To feel him full and thick and long between your fist, in your mouth, in your– You reached to kiss him. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth like he’d been waiting for it, grunting when you gave his dick one quick squeeze.
“Seokjin,” you breathed, lips sticky as you pulled away. “Forgive my manners. I never confessed my attraction towards you too the other night.” It was easy to let him do all the talking, but you wanted to let him know you were 100% into this because you wanted him too. It didn’t go one way. You weren’t just agreeing to this for the hell of it.
He reached for your face, rubbing the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “No need to flatter me,” he smiled, dropping one thumb to the edge of your mouth. He tugged your bottom lip down slightly and met the tip of your tongue. “I guess my tongue did the persuading, mm?”
You swiped across the cool flesh and pulled away with a grin. “Trust me, if there was no attraction that wouldn’t have happened.”
He laughed, genuinely amused, before grabbing you by the hips, pulling you into his chest. “Enough chit chat. I thought you were supposed to be sucking my dick?”
Just like the rest of him, his cock was cool. Something you had never experienced before. It was swollen, filled with blood, but ice cold. Impossible, yet here you were. Knelt between his spread legs, laving him against your tongue. You had the intense urge to please him as best you could. Show him what he’d been missing all this time and just worship the beautiful, pretty gift between his thighs. He seemed to be unable to get used to the hot, wet velvet of your mouth, eyes glued to you, watching every move you made with soundless gasps. His hands gripped the arms of the chair at first, knuckles purple, until he decided he couldn’t hold back any longer. Taking your hair in his fists, his rings cold against your scalp, he held on tight, finally letting himself moan when you slackened your jaw and slid him down your throat as far as you could take him.
He liked it when you choked on his dick. He froze every time, digging his fingers into your scalp. He liked when you slicked him with your fist, thumb circling the sensitive slit that pooled drops of precum all over the place. He really had fought off all sexual urges for so long it seemed. You wondered if he’d even attempted to pleasure himself? It wasn’t something you were brave enough to ask, but you were brave enough for other things…
You wanted him to experience all the pleasure he’d been missing over the years, tongue pointing and going south, licking thin but long lines up and across his scrotum. He gasped, the noise choking in his throat as he jerked, chair legs screeching against the tiled floor. You shuffled closer on your knees, holding his cock tall in your hand so you could slowly suck one of his balls into your mouth, softly caressing the cool encasing with your tongue. You made sure to look him in the eyes as you did so, feeding of the reactions he gave you. His mouth fallen open in a soundless groan.
You smirked as you pulled away, pleased with yourself, and began kissing up his length, swirling your tongue across the cool marble, pressing your plush lips in the flesh; getting him obscenely wet. His fingers found their way around the back of your neck, holding you firmly as you popped him back into your mouth, sucking intently on the head of his cock, your fist working the base of him, slick noises filling the air, mixed with his low, staccato moans.
When you began getting lower, hallowing your cheeks to accommodate him, your tongue tracing patterns along the underside of his thickness, his hands flew to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair to stop you. You pulled back instantly, waiting for some kind of response from him. He was close. Dangerously close. You understood that.
“I want –” He cut himself short, voice gruff, and cleared his throat, hips jumping when you kissed the tip of his cock. He tried again, taking one hand to caress your face. “I want to cum on your face.” Your legs squeezed together. Excitement overcoming you. “Please.” He added that as an afterthought, forgetting his manners with the urge to cum.
You smiled, slowly taking his hand from your cheek to guide it to the base of his cock, exchanging yours with his. He gripped himself tightly, and you squeezed your palm over his fist. Giving him permission with a sordid whisper. “Be my guest.”
You waited for it on your knees, between his spread legs and watched as he raked his beautiful hand over his equally as beautiful cock. Slowly at first, exploring the pleasure and then he sped up, jerking the top in tight, quick motions, chair legs screeching across the floor again as raised up, tightening his hold on your head to keep you in place. His breathing laboured before a strangled roar left him.
You prepared yourself, closing your eyes as you felt the first spurt hit your nose and drip down your top lip. The second flew across your left cheek. Unlike the rest of him, this substance was searing hot, shocking you so much you gasped. The third spurt, stronger, landed in your mouth. You swallowed and savoured the taste. It wasn’t over. It just kept coming, coating your face and congealing in the air, as Seokjin furiously tried to get every last drop out. Savouring the pleasure, moaning in sweet relief until he grew weak from exertion, collapsing into his seat.
You peeled your eyes open, cum glooping from your right eyebrow and onto your eyelid and watched him with awe. All that filled the dining room was his rough breaths as he tried to get a hold of himself. He ran his clean hand through his hair, strands of white falling down, and finally took a look at you. He was silent for a long time, eyes still black, the crescents of silver sending a shiver up your spine. He leaned over, pulling some of your hair behind your ear, saving it from the mess that coated your face. He looked at you with wonder and amazement in his eyes, like he was trying to retain the image of you like this forever.
When he spoke, his voice sounded different. Softer, warmer. Weaker… “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on…” Two of his fingers ran along your bottom lip, spreading some of his cum along the way. “Like this…” He awed. “It takes my breath away.”
He reached behind you, his embroidered napkin coming into view. The set was probably more expensive than your outfit. He began cleaning your face up, and you let him obediently, still kneeling on the hard floor. It was all worth it though. For him. For what was to come.
When he was done, he threw the soiled cloth to the table. There was still some cum on his fingers, where he’d rubbed your lip, and he opened your mouth, dotting your tongue with the fluid before he stuck two fingers inside, holding the muscle down before he prodded you to suck them. You did so, mimicking how you had pleasured his cock, letting your tongue trail along the expanse of his rings. He groaned, the other hand cupping your face to make you look at him. He opened his mouth, sounded beside himself. “The things I want to do to you...”
You got no sleep that night. Fucking one another until the sun began to shine through his drapes, and then some more, letting him enjoy getting familiar with the sensation again, but also feeling a pleasure like no other yourself. No man you’d ever been with had been into sex this much, and his stamina, his strength, was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. He fucked you, quite literally, to glorious, pleasure-soaked tears. Three years really hadn’t hindered his skill at all, but he blamed it on his greed, incapable of taking a compliment. Nonsense, but you soon got used to that charming personality trait…
The weeks had rolled into months, and you continued just like that. Meeting and fucking any chance you got. It was him who called the shots. He was a busy man after all. You worked to his schedule. Fucked to his schedule, and luckily for you, you were in a position to drop work every time he called. Direct permission from the boss.
True to his word, you took it slow. Going further and further each time until your body was trained to him. His was trained to you too. What he liked, how he liked it and when to do it. You knew how to read his moods and work with it each time you met up for sex. There was a mutual trust between the two of you, and you would give your all if it meant pleasing him, because it brought you pleasure too.
Sex had always been just something you’d done. The guys got their rocks off and maybe if you were lucky, you’d get one orgasm, probably gifted by your own hands. Even when in love, sex hadn’t been this enjoyable nor exciting. It was all new with Seokjin. You lived for pushing yourself to the limit, finding something new and trying it. Greedy. Maybe that was the correct word, Seokjin had been right. You were greedy for one another. You’d be dammed. The desire and the pleasure you just knew you couldn’t get from anyone else. The chemistry was on a totally different level, and it just kept getting stronger.
Seokjin did have a softer appetite though. It wasn’t all hard and extreme. That was the beauty of it. He wasn’t a one-sided dom who used you as some kind of sex toy. He was gentle and caring, even when he had you tied to his bed, blindfolded and at his mercy. Sometimes he just wanted you. Raw and passionate. An unspoken vulnerable. You think in a way, even though you would never say it to his face, he sought comfort in you. On days when he was tired or stressed, he wanted you. Only you. There was a comfort there. And you gladly obeyed. How could you not? You were flattered he chose you to share this with. Touched, in a way.
Your bond only grew, until any awkwardness was a thing of the past. You could tease one another, joke around. It was surprising at first to find out someone like him could become embarrassed and shy when provoked about certain things. Like how he had been so formal in the beginning. He insisted it was because he was so awkward about his extended inexperience fighting head to head with the raging desire he had for you… It had sent him frenzied, until he had to do something about it. You were so glad he had…
Your relationship for the most part was left undetected. It was chosen that way, to keep things strictly professional at work, but also you suspected it was something more. He requested for you not to tell your friends or family, and the only one who knew about your arrangement on his side, was the driver who took you to and from his home. Seokjin’s line of work came with danger, and even though you didn’t voice it, you guessed that danger spread to anyone he was involved with; family, friends, lovers…
You say mostly undetected because of course there had been a slip up somewhere along the line. Working in such close proximity, perhaps you had been foolish. The club was always packed, someone was bound to pick up on it, and unluckily for you, it happened. Give you a major reality check to go with it.
You had been involved with Seokjin for near to three months when it did, juggling nights at work and nights spent with him. More often than not, both at the same time. That night wasn’t one though. He was away from the club altogether, so you got changed at your usual pace, surrounded by the rest of the human girls as they chatted. That night rotter talk filled the dressing room. There had been one watching one of the girls, Jaeha, dancing. He’d taken a shine to her and asked her out for dinner at closing time. She’d agreed, but now she was getting doubts, some of the other girls laying uncertainties in her head. Of course the conversation had turned to sex. It always did where men were concerned. But this was different. They were talking about having sex with a zombie. It was times like these you were thankful there was separate dressing rooms for the human and undead girls. Although some would probably still carry on the conversation regardless.
“What about you?”
You looked up, realising that Jaeha was directing the question your way. “Hm?” You played dumb, even though you had been listening to every word of the conversation. You just didn’t want to answer.
“What would you imagine it feels like being with a rotter?”
You gave a small shrug, realising you had no choice now and turned away as you replied. “I don’t know.”
“Wait. What was that?” She exclaimed excitedly and you inwardly sighed. You guess something about your body language hadn’t been believable. “You have?!” You gave another shrug but she wasn’t having any of it. “Look me in the eyes and say you haven’t!”
You faced her again, defeated, realising you had about half a dozen other pairs of eyes looking at you too. “Fine. I have.”
A couple others squealed. Maybe it was an age thing. You were a few years older than a handful of the girls. At twenty-two you had probably been easily excitable and naïve too. Scrap that. You definitely had been.
“Who?!”
Shit. She really wasn’t going to drop this, was she? You were hoping admitting to it would have been enough. You did up your jeans as you dismissed her. “It doesn’t matter who. It’s just sex. No different.”
“No different? But they’re cold,” she whined, shuddering at the thought. “Doesn’t that feel weird?”
You opened your mouth but found yourself stuck. This conversation was making you feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, a voice came to your rescue.
“You just get used to it.” You looked to your left to see Yeeun coming into view behind
the group of girls. She’d been here nearly the longest, your age, maybe a year older. She kept herself to herself most of the time, but you guessed she wanted to put this conversation to rest. That, and maybe put you out of your misery.
Jaeha turned and opened her mouth to ask more questions, but Yeeun spoke over her. “Jaeha, just make sure to be careful if you decide to go for dinner with that guy, yeah? Undead doesn’t mean he’s inherently bad but coming to a place like this should make you think. Keep your wits about you.”
Just like she’d wanted (and you) the conversation died. Everyone left soon after that, you close behind, but Yeeun was still getting changed, distracted by her phone. You stopped by the door as an afterthought, wanting to say something to her. “Thanks,” you called, waiting for her acknowledgment.
She slowly turned and smiled. “No problem.” You watched as she shoved her cell into her jacket pocket. “Um, you got a minute?”
You nodded, unable to guess what she wanted. She sighed, almost like she was psyching herself up. “First, this isn’t me trying to get up all in your business, alright?” You nodded again, slower this time. A sicky feeling in your stomach. “Everyone else may be clueless when it comes to who you’re fucking, but I’m not.”
You tensed. Maybe you’d misinterpreted her motives. She was trying to put you out of your misery yes, but it ran deeper than that. She was trying to save your skin. She knew. How? You were always careful to never talk in public with Seokjin. Yet… maybe your reluctance to leave early like you used to do roused suspicion from her. Maybe she’d seen you both leave together… Foolish. You panicked, played stupid. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She stared at you, calling your bluff. “Be careful, okay? You’re an adult, you can do whatever the hell you like, but just don’t forget who he is.” You kept quiet. There was no point denying it. “And I’m not on about him being undead. He’s...” She hesitated before deciding to go for it. “Just don’t forget he’s responsible for a lot of this city’s darkness.”
Unexplainable anger filled you. You didn’t like being judged, but more than that, the idea of someone judging Seokjin made your blood boil. She didn’t know him like you did. How kind he was when you were alone, how gentle… He wasn’t what people described him as behind closed doors. But what was the point? You knew you couldn’t tell her that. She’d just laugh at you, tell you how deluded you were. Maybe that’s what you were scared of... That you really were deluded. In over your head…
You watched her shrug on her jacket, her mind at ease now that she’d warned you. “You don’t have a problem working in his club though?”
She froze before pulling out a cigarette from her pocket and chuckling. “It’s money, babe.” She placed the rolled tube in between her lips and spoke through it. “We all need it, and at the end of the day, I’m not the one fucking him.” She finished with a casual shrug. As if she had no worries. You had plenty.
You swallowed, careful to keep your voice steady. “Well thanks for your concern. I’ll bear it in mind.” And the you left, wiping away a stray tear from your left eye.
You didn’t tell Seokjin about what happened that night, certain that Yeeun didn’t care enough to tell anyone. She wasn’t like that, hated gossip like you. You were also worried that if he found out, he’d do something. You didn’t want her to get fired. She said she’d needed the money after all. Maybe your worry went even further than that… You didn’t know. If Seokjin was as bad as everyone seemed to think, you really didn’t know…
So you kept it to yourself. But you couldn’t shake the exchange. Seokjin noticed there was something wrong with you instantly. You saw him two nights afterwards, seeking distraction in the only way you knew with him. Sex. He was tired after his “business trip” and you went along with it, using it as a way to explain your unusual behaviour, so the sex was quick but indulgent. Definitely needed. You clung to him because you’d missed him. You clung to him because you were beside yourself. Torn and unable to truly feel fine. You’d thought being reunited again would reassure you. But it didn’t.
“Smoking again?” You asked him after you were done, watching him reach for the pack of cigarettes he kept on the nightstand.
He chuckled, knowing you hated the dirty habit. The addiction. Maybe in a way you were a hypocrite. “My insides are rotten anyway. What can it do to me?” He was correct you supposed. Rotten to the core. He was untouchable.
However, to your surprise he put them back, wrapping his arm around you like it had been. Your head on his chest, protected from the chill by a fur blanket. His temperature always seemed to get you after sex, your own levelling out. Plus with the winter months now it was harder. He wasn’t the best to cuddle with after sex, an activity that seemed to be happening more often, so you had to separate your bodies with warmth. You let silence spread over you both, lost in your own head with a whirlwind of thoughts.
“Hey,” he prodded gently after a little while, wanting you to look at him. “You’re lying to me. You’re not tired.” You didn’t bother to deny it. He sounded hesitant when he carried on. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
You stayed silent for a moment. unsure how to begin, but you knew you couldn’t continue like this. You needed some type of reassurance from his mouth. Selfishly, you needed your conscience eased. You explained with a question, at least you hoped you did. “Do you like being who you are?”
Seokjin tensed under you, his expression becoming guarded and you instantly feared you’d crossed a line. He knew you were referring to his status, not his being. Something pretty much off limits. Discussed vaguely in the beginning, your joining was never about that. Now it seemed like a forbidden subject. You understood Seokjin saw you as an escape. He didn’t want to discuss work, and you didn’t want to hear it. Yet, it was looming over you, like an ominous presence. You needed something. You could live with who he was if he was as unsure of it as you were. You were positive. He just needed to be honest with you.
You waited patiently, and just as you resigned yourself to stone cold silence, he spoke.
“It was handed to me. I don’t particularly have a choice. It’s all I’ve ever known.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that was bitterness in his tone. “My father is frail now. I don’t know how long he has left. I want to make him proud, regardless of how stupid it sounds. It’s fucked up, I know that. Especially with life as it is now.”
You’d long given up trying to make your father proud, but you understood. Seokjin’s experiences were vastly different to yours, but you understood. His was a matter of life or death, you were sure of it. Yours was just the gradual estrangement from the people who had raised you. He confirmed the seriousness of his detriment in his next sentence.
“There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s my life. It’s expected of me. If I refused, said no... Ran away like a coward... God knows what would happen to me.”
Cruel of you maybe, but it was warming, reassuring to know he’d had such thoughts. Soothing to know in a lot of ways, he didn’t want this life. Selfish of you like you’d known. Trying to ease your own conscience, but here in his arms perhaps you really didn’t care. You didn’t care what Yeeun thought, what others would think if they ever found out. Your parents… None of it mattered because you knew that deep down, in his core, Seokjin was a good man. Rotten or not. He was good to you, and all that mattered. Yes, you were selfish, but you didn’t care.
“Fuck.” He cursed quietly, voice thick with emotion before he laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. “What a world we live in. When being a motherfucking zombie is considered normal and the least of your problems.”
You didn’t laugh along but kissed him softly. You think it stunned him, shutting him up instantly when you pulled away, until he exhaled, pulling you into another, longer, even sweeter kiss. He wrapped you in his arms tightly and you’d never felt safer. He got you onto your back, rolling on top of you, the fur separating your bodies, just, and your need for him burnt away inside your chest.
But he pulled away before you could do anything about it, opening his mouth to say something, expression hesitant. You cupped his cold face, trying your hardest to spread some of your warmth through his body, silently encouraging him to speak. He smiled thankfully. “I didn’t choose that either, by the way. This rotter body.”
Your forehead furrowed, trying to make sense of his words. “That shocks you,” he noted. “I know why. You think I wanted this, just like everyone else.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but what was the point? You hated gossip, like you’d said so many time before, never listened to it, but you had let it sink it’s way into your mind without realising.
Greed. You thought he was like all the rest. Seeking power. Your attraction to him overshot your distaste for the ghastly act of will, but maybe deep down, you’d hoped it wasn’t true.
“It’s okay,” he reassured, twisting slightly to kiss the palm of your hand. Then the tips of your fingers as you sought the touch. “I know what people say about me. They’re wrong though.”
“What happened?” You were whispering, asking without thinking. You didn’t want to pry but Seokjin had never shared this much before. You didn’t think he’d ever shared this much before. To anyone.
“A miscellaneous deal gone wrong. I won’t bore you with the details, but I was scratched.” Your eyes widened, heart ached for him. How wrong people were. How wrong you were. “I took it in my stride, still do. I guess in some ways it helped me, in others not so much... But,” he stopped himself, letting his eyes close as he kissed your fingertips again. When he opened them the grey looked sadder than usual. “Who will follow after me? The family name gone. Although maybe that isn’t a bad thing.” He added with an afterthought, chuckling humourlessly. “I would want no kid of mine doing this. I don’t know. What I’m trying to say is, if there was ever a cure, I’d take it in a heartbeat.” Your own heart beat loudly in your chest. “Wishful thinking, right?”
You were stunned to silence now, trying to make sense of everything. You wanted to reassure him. There was adoption, he needn’t have to dwell, but then it seemed like such a human, vulnerable thing to get hurt over. It made your throat tighten, eyes well up. You had never imagined his anguish over being undead. He always seemed so casual, so put together. His human life was stolen from him cruelly and he was just left to deal with it, alone. You didn’t care if that was his by choice or not. It made sense now, that in ways he had hidden from himself, and why. He was ashamed. He wasn’t greedy, he was lost.
“I don’t think so,” you murmured, caressing his face. “If they can mutate the disease and inject people with it, they can find an antidote.”
He smiled sadly. “Do you think they want that? This world is a corrupt place. Everyone has their own selfish reason’s for letting this disease take over.” He was correct. A cure would never be made by any official. But there could be other options. One day. Hope wasn’t lost.
“You can still live a normal life,” you insisted.
“I can never age. Who would want that? Amongst other things. I have everything against me.”
Something strong tore through your chest. It almost took your breath away, but you couldn’t voice it. You were too afraid. “I don’t think so.” You replied instead. It was hard to keep your voice stable. “What’s inside is more important.”
He chuckled sadly. “Angel, I’m rotten on the inside. Maybe on the outside too.”
His pet name warmed your heart, always did, but his words made it weep. You swallowed, coating your dry mouth and squeezed his face, clinging to him, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to say. “Not to me.”
He smiled, his eyes warming up and leant down to kiss you. “Thank you.” You held him close, sinking into his mouth. The cold was unnoticeable. He did understand. You could feel it in his kiss, taste it on his tongue.
He drew back slowly, just before he lost himself entirely. He had more to say before then. “I have never felt more comfortable with anyone than I have with you. More human...” He trailed off and laughed quietly. “Even when I was one.” He kissed you once more. Like he couldn’t keep away. Hands holding the sides of your face, he lingered, your breaths mingling.
“You care for me without judgement. That’s never happened before. I’ve never had that feeling.”
You squeezed his wrists in silent understanding, eyes glassy. You couldn’t speak if you tried. Couldn’t let him know you felt exactly the same, in fear of bursting into tears. He understood though. Of course he did.
And that’s where you were now. This present moment. The aftermath of such a confession only bringing you closer together. There were silent boundaries that had been made that night. Seokjin did not wish to go into detail about his days, nor did you want him to. You were at ease now, knowing you had been right about him, the others wrong. Yes, he wasn’t perfect. No one was. Yes, maybe if you knew the cold, hard facts, you wouldn’t be able to bear it, but you were happy being ignorant to that. It wasn’t greed that drove you, for Seokjin and all the pleasure he could give you. He had been wrong. You made him see that. It was a selfishness, and that was okay. It had to be. They were two different things. You were selfish for the happiness he made you feel, and likewise for him.
For the first time in your life, you were truly happy. Felt truly understood and not judged, and so did Seokjin. Despite your different life experiences, you were the same in your hearts; yours alive, his rotten, but it didn’t matter—and that’s why you’d been so drawn to him. Twin flames in this dark, overbearing world. You knew the weight of such words, but you didn’t care. Not when you had something good, something pure, and you were clinging to it with all your might.
As much as you had put him on a pedestal in the beginning, not quite believing he’d chosen you, wanted you. Potentially put your worth on his choice, it didn’t matter. Because he had done and felt the same. He had always been thankful you’d made the decision that you had. He was thankful that you wanted him. Still, even now. In ways, you had given him certain confidence and esteem that he’d been lacking. Similar to how he helped bloom yours too. Made you feel beautiful, sexy. It was not one sided with you two. It was real, and pure, and shared. Your admiration for one another. Your love…
Yes, this had been a simple arrangement. Sex. But it wasn’t so simple anymore. You both understood that. There would come a day when you’d have to acknowledge it, your feelings… It was potentially soon, or you could just keep hiding for a little while longer, but it would happen. Seokjin didn’t think he was capable of love after his turn. You remembered him saying something similar the first night you spent together, about romance. You knew now it was because he hated what he was. Undead. He had already lost so much of himself over the years, and to become infected only tore away more. But he was wrong. He was capable. You felt the love he gave you every day. Even if it was the silent kind. It shone from him, warmed you up when you clung to his ice cold flesh.
So yes, you were selfish, so was he. But you didn’t care. Not when you had one another to hide behind.
“How do you want me, Sir?” You silked the words, excitement bubbling away in the pit of your stomach. That was your little thing. What you called him sometimes. When he was in the mood for it.
He smiled at you, but it didn’t seem to reach his eyes. You tensed, studying him almost intently now. Maybe there had been a reason he was delayed. You opened your mouth to ask if everything was okay, but he beat you to it.
“No need for that tonight.” He sounded exhausted, beaten. You realised how terribly you’d misread the signs, feeling a little guilty as you sat up, tightening your gown over your chest. He walked over to his bureau, steps heavy on the wooden floor. Long ago had you come to accept his insistence on wearing shoes indoors, but you watched him step out of his boots now. Loosening the red tie around his neck before removing it completely.
You waited politely for him to continue in some way. Not wanting to push an explanation for his depleted mood. He removed his rings one by one, dropping them into a glass bowl. That’s where he spoke to. “Today’s been hard. I–“ He stopped himself, unable or unwilling to go on. You wondered if you should press him. You realised keeping things bottled up like he did wasn’t good. But you were scared. Scared it could ruin things. You bit on your bottom lip, hard, stifling yourself.
He turned to you then, a longing in his eyes. You knew that look very well. It was a yearning for you. “I just need some solace.”
You nodded slowly, outstretching your arms for him to meet you. He rounded the corner of the bed in a few, quick strides and dove into you. His mouth finding yours in a deep, intense kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, feeling him squeeze his around your chest, like he needed to make sure you were really there. He spoke no more and that was okay.
His mouth and tongue found your neck, kissing the skin like it could kiss back, until he ceased and held his face in the crook, hugging you tightly. You ran your fingers through his hair, unsure what else you could do. Your chest felt sad and heavy, his mood affecting you immediately. But you needed to be strong. You kissed at whatever part of his face you could reach, your turn to make him feel good. Make him feel loved.
Somehow your lips met again, tongues slipping together, going from slow to fast. His anguish over what was unknown to you, turned into an urge to forget. An urge to bury himself so deep inside you, he’d forget the outside world. If not just for tonight. You would gladly give him that. Give yourself that.
Your hands ran along the tops of his arms, squeezing the muscles as you went, moaning softly when his tongue slipped into your ear, the coolness sending a shiver up your spine. You quickly found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them in equal haste, revealing the expanse of his chest. His hands tugged at the tie of your gown, getting it to fall open and reveal your chest. He cupped your breasts softly, like you would break if he tried any harder and slowly got you onto your back. Your gown slipped open fully, rendering you bare to his eyes, and he let out a sweet sound of awe. He loved your body. Always had. Always would.
You tugged where his shirt tucked into his slacks, and he ripped it from his body, desperate to get as naked as you. It wasn’t long before he was, lying atop your body, staring into your eyes as he caressed your face. His heart was beating a little faster than usual, like it did when he was aroused, yet still not that of a human heart. It never would, but it had become oddly soothing these days.
“Not too cold?” He asked, voice thick with something that had you reaching for him, holding him close.
You smiled. “No. I like it.”
He returned the action, rubbing your noses together affectionately. Your heart swelled in your chest. Fit to burst. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink when his mouth began travelling your body. Your chest rising and falling visibly as he found his way between your legs, making love with his mouth.
In fact, out of the hundreds of times you’d had sex, tonight was the closest you’d ever gotten to such an act. It just felt different. More vulnerable than ever before. Sweeter. It filled your hole body, elevated you. Took you to places you’d never been before.
He pushed inside you slowly, indulging in your velvet warmth, and when he began to thrust it was to a tantric rhythm. Your back arched, your toes curled and all that you felt was warmth. No matter how cold his flesh was, his glow engulfed your body. You wanted it to never stop.
“Tell me you’ll always want me,” he rasped into your ear. Silver and black eyes burning into yours when he pulled back to view you. It was the most defenceless thing he’d ever requested of you. Exposed in the darkness, you shone, giving him the confidence to plead for such a thing.
You held his face tight, voice a hushed whisper, but it didn’t make it any less true. You didn’t know what the future held, nor what would unfold. But you were sure of one thing. There would never be a time when you didn’t want him. You were his, and he was yours.
“Always.”
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