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shmorp-mcdurgen · 2 years

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Alternate AU: New Beginnings

Cesar Torres meets up with a familiar face, and when he visits the BPS headquarters, he’s greeted by one that’s...not as friendly.

Notes: This is around 3’500 words, and isn’t as well thought out as my last two alt au fics, but I wanted to write how I think Cesar’s first day in the BPS went. So once again, I hope you enjoy :)

The sun was beginning to set over Bythorne, casting darkness over the town as people began to head home for the night. Two bright beams emitting from the headlights of a black car hit the side of a small house, which rested near the edge of town. The vehicle’s engine rumbled as it parked in the small driveway before its lights shut off and the doors opened.

Emerging from the driver’s side was a man in his mid-twenties, staring at the home with curiosity. Cesar was wearing a red hoodie over a white button up shirt. His raven-black hair was long and wavy, with one grey streak running down his bangs. He had faint stubble over his chin and upper lip, mainly because he didn’t feel like shaving. His brown eyes stared at the home as he began to approach it.

“So…this is the place?” Cesar asked the figure leaving the car behind him.

“Yep. It’s…not a lot,” The figure sighed, her gaze fixed on the house as well as she followed Cesar. “It was the cheapest rent we could find around here.”

Sarah was a younger woman, wearing a black hoodie with the letters BPS written on her chest in bright yellow lettering. Her long, brown hair draped over her shoulders, running down her back. She approached Cesar, who was standing next to the front door, waiting for her to let them both in.

“It’s not all bad,” Sarah said as she took out a key from her pocket. “It does the job fine enough. Just…don’t expect anything fancy.” She opened the door, gesturing inside as Cesar walked into the building. Sarah followed close behind, shutting the door behind her.

Cesar took a look around the living room, seeing that it wasn’t…the cleanest place he had ever seen. Cardboard boxes were littered in the corner of the room, along with some miscellaneous junk that hadn’t been thrown away. Sarah seemed to notice the disarray as well, as she immediately let out an annoyed groan. “God damn it…I told him to clean his shit.” Sarah muttered under her breath. “I’m sorry, Cesar, I promise it’s normally cleaner than this.”

“Uh…are those…guns?” Cesar pointed towards a pair of firearms resting against the wall, one being a shotgun and the other being a huntsman’s rifle. Small boxes of bullets were resting on the coffee table sitting in front of the couch, as if someone was planning a hunting trip.

“Oh…yeah, you don’t need to worry about those.” Sarah said. “I mean, you’ve been around guns before, right?”

“I…guess.” Cesar stated. “I shot a pistol at a gun range once, though it was a long time ago.”

“Well, with…the alternate…thing, it’s just safer to have a gun handy, you know?” Sarah said. “Now…why don’t I show you around? There’s not a whole lot to see, but if you’re gonna stay here, you might as well know where the bathroom is.”

“Heh…yeah,” Cesar said with a slight smile. “Sure.”

“Who is this?”

Cesar was nearly startled out of his shoes when he heard the deep, extremely gravelly voice coming from the hallway. He glanced over to where the voice originated, seeing that he and Sarah weren’t the only ones there. A very tall, long-legged man was standing in the hall, glaring at Cesar through dark eyes. He was wearing a dark grey tank top, which itself was partially covered by a black back-brace around his mid-section. In fact, both his elbows and knees were covered in similar braces. His black hair was tied back in a messy bun, and his facial hair was scraggly. Just looking at him made Cesar nervous, and the man’s intense glare only made that feeling worse.

“Oh…hey, Seth.” Sarah sighed, sounding like she was preparing for a lecture.

“Who the hell is this?” Seth repeated, his cold glare still fixed on Cesar as he approached the two. Cesar couldn’t help but notice that Seth walked with a slight limp, using his right leg more than the left.

“This is Cesar, I knew him a few years ago.” Sarah explained.

Seth looked down at Cesar, who was attempting to conceal his discomfort. Seth looked as if he didn’t sleep in days, if the dark circles around his eyes were any indication. His gloved hands were curled into loose fists, hanging by his sides. Cesar noticed that he was wearing a belt around his hips, which had a pistol in a holster clipped onto it. Seth stared deep into Cesar’s eyes, as if he was looking for something.

“…Uh…hey…?” Cesar smiled nervously.

“…If you’re one of them, you’re pretty convincing.” Seth muttered. “Or you’re just a special case.”

“Seth, please…” Sarah said.

“Sarah, can I talk to you for a second?” Seth asked before walking towards one of the other rooms, finally letting Cesar let out his breath. Sarah shook her head slightly before glancing back at Cesar, shrugging slightly. When she joined Seth, and they were out of view of Cesar, Seth let out a sigh.

“I told you to let me know these things in advance.” Seth stated.

“Damn it, do we have to go through this every time?” Sarah asked. “I know him personally; can I not just let him join?”

“How well do you know him?” Seth asked.

“Well enough; my brother was good friends with him.” Sarah responded with a twinge of annoyance. “He’s a good man, I know it—”

“Was he acting…strange before he got here?”

“No, he wasn’t.”

“How long has it been since you last saw him?”

“I don’t know…around…eight years?”

“Eight?” Seth repeated. “And you don’t think that anything could have happened in between then and now?”

“No, it…it doesn’t seem like it.”

“Are you sure that he’s—”

“Seth, can you please just…chill for a moment?” Sarah interrupted. “You go through this…thing every single time we get a new member.”

“I just wish you actually told me before you bring in someone you only know through association.” Seth sighed.

“Don’t you ever think this is the reason no one joins the BPS anymore?” Sarah asked. “You scare them away before you even know them.”

“I do not—”

“Yes you do.” Sarah responded. “Just…please. Give him a chance, at least. Can you do that?”

“I’m just being careful, Sarah,” Seth defended, his bushy eyebrows furrowing on his face. “You should be too.”

“Don’t you think you’re being too ‘careful’?”

“…Sarah…don’t you remember what happened the last time I wasn’t careful?” Seth’s voice lowered. “Bad things happen.”

“…I guess…but…come on, you know that wasn’t because of you.” Sarah said, equally lowering her voice. “I believe this time will be different. Can you please just give Cesar a chance? Just this once?”

Seth remained silent, looking at his feet before he let out a deep sigh. “…So you are certain…that you trust him?” Seth asked quietly.

“Yes.”

“…Alright.”

Cesar sat cross-legged on the couch, waiting for Sarah and Seth to be done with their conversation. He heard their muffled voices behind the wall, feeling a sense of unease as he attempted to figure out what they were saying. He felt like he was about to be interrogated by the police, if the cop was instead a gruff, stupidly tall man that looked like he’d shoot Cesar dead if he just looked at him funny. He was almost relieved when Sarah and Seth finally walked back into the living room, breaking the increasingly unbearable tension. Cesar stood up quickly, keeping an eye on Seth specifically as he approached.

“Your name is Cesar, correct?” Seth asked, lightly brushing against Sarah as he walked in front of her.

“Yeah.” Cesar responded. “…Cesar Torres.”

“Well, Cesar, while you’re here, you’re going to adhere to the rules we have in place, you understand?” Seth stated.

“Yeah, I…I guess so.” Cesar agreed.

“Sarah will show you around,” Seth glanced at Sarah. “But if you have any questions, you come to me. You understand?”

“Uh…yeah; yeah of course.” Cesar coughed, having to force his gaze away from the pistol on the older man’s hip.

“If anything happens,” Seth turned to Sarah as he lowered his voice, “You come to me, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay, I’ll take it from here.” Sarah said.

Seth took one last glance at Cesar before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. There was silence for a moment before Cesar looked towards Sarah, “What was…all that about?” He asked.

“I…I’m sorry, I forgot to mention him.” Sarah crossed her arms. “That’s Seth. He’s the head of the BPS. I wouldn’t worry about him; he’s harmless.”

“…I fucking doubt that, honestly.” Cesar muttered. “He looked like he’d kill me without second thought.”

“He’ll get over it…it might just…take a while.” Sarah said, not quite confident in her statement. “Well…do you still want to take a look around?”

“Uh…sure.” Cesar responded. “I guess…”

As Sarah led Cesar down the main hallway to the other rooms, Cesar remembered something Seth had said. “Uh…what was the whole…’come get me if something happens’ thing Seth said?”

“He…he’s still not convinced you aren’t an alternate.” Sarah sighed. “He basically told me he’d shoot you if you try anything.”

“…Oh.” Cesar stopped in place, staring at the ground before shaking his head slightly and following Sarah into one of the rooms. “Swell guy…and you said he’s harmless?”

“To people who don’t deserve it.” Sarah responded, stopping in the middle of the small bedroom. “…Well. Here’s the bedroom. This is where you can sleep and keep your stuff.”

Cesar looked into the bedroom, seeing that there were two twin-sized beds next to opposite sides of the room, both empty. There were a few boxes in the corner, resting in front of the closet to the right of the bedroom door. They were all unmarked, cardboard boxes, full of random possessions and clothes. It wasn’t a bad size for a bedroom; better than the apartment he had been living in anyway. At the very least, it was big enough for both him and his cat to stay in.

“Sorry about the mess…we haven’t cleaned out this room yet.” Sarah said, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

“Is this where you sleep too?” Cesar asked.

“No, I sleep in the other room.” Sarah stated. “No one stays in here right now…Seth sleeps on the couch.”

“Oh…so you just…use this as a storage room or something?” Cesar asked, hesitantly approaching the pile of boxes.

“Don’t touch those.”

Cesar froze, looking back at Sarah, noticing the strange…almost sad stare she was giving him.

“…Oh…sorry.” Cesar backed away, sliding his hands in his pockets. As much as he wanted to know whose possessions were in the boxes, he figured it would’ve been best to stay silent. It didn’t seem like Sarah wanted to answer anyway.

“…So…uh…” Cesar coughed forcefully, hoping to break the tension. “What...do you guys do, exactly? Is it just paranormal investigations and all that?”

“…Basically, yeah.” Sarah responded. “We take reports, we go to the locations and investigate, rinse and repeat.”

“So…like the Ghostbusters?”

“No.” Sarah stated. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of times people called us the fucking Mystery Gang, or the Ghostbusters, or some other shit.”

“…Oh.” Cesar muttered. “But you guys are like ghost hunters, right?”

“In a way,” Sarah shrugged. “Though we take other reports too. Like…well…Alternate reports.” Sarah’s voice seemed to lower slightly at the mention of alternates.

“…Alternates?” Cesar repeated, approaching Sarah with disbelief in his eyes. “You guys…go after fucking alternates?”

“Occasionally.”

“Holy shit…” Cesar exhaled.

“…Cesar…this may seem kinda…out of nowhere, but can I ask you something?” Sarah asked, sounding as if she was itching to ask whatever question she was thinking of for a long time.

“Shoot.”

“…Have you seen Mark?” Sarah’s voice had a hint of desperation, her eyes with a glint of sadness. Cesar was taken aback, looking at the ground before scratching the back of his head. “It’s…just been years since I’ve heard anything about him, and I just want to know if you…if you’ve seen him, or heard anything new. No one’s been telling me anything, and you were really close to him, so I was just hoping…you knew anything?” Sarah continued as Cesar thought intently.

“…No.” Cesar stated, unsure if he was actually telling the truth. “No, I haven’t.”

Sarah sighed in disappointment, her eyes not making contact with Cesar’s. “I just thought…you would’ve known more.” Sarah muttered. “I mean…you stayed in Mandela longer than I did…as soon as I could, I got the fuck out of that hellhole.”

Cesar knew that the statement was false. He knew very well that he left Mandela before Sarah was legally allowed to live on her own. He left Mandela when he was 18 and still in high school, long before he was prepared to start his own life. The night he left his loving home and drove away from everything he grew up with. The night he met—

“Are you alright?” Sarah asked softly.

Cesar wasn’t sure why she asked that until he noticed that a tear was running down his face. He wiped it off with his sleeve, coughing before finally answering her question. “I’m alright, just…tired, I guess.”

“Do you want to go back to your place?” Sarah asked. “I can get everything cleaned up before you start living here.”

“Ah…it’s…it’s fine.” Cesar said. “I want to kinda…get used to this place anyway…get used to…Seth being there.”

“I’m sure you’ll get used to everything soon enough.” Sarah assured. As she examined Cesar’s distracted expression, she felt a sense of sadness radiating off of her friend. “…Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah…” Cesar lied. “…I guess.”

Cesar was led by Sarah around the apartment, getting used to the layout of the place and the fact that there were guns in every single room. Sarah told him that most of them belonged to Seth, which wasn’t very surprising; he looked like the kind of guy to own a military’s worth of firearms. Overall, it wasn’t a bad apartment; for the shoestring budget that the BPS had, it wasn’t too crowded, even with three people living in it.

After the tour was over, Sarah and Cesar sat in the living room, both of them looking at the coffee table, which had multiple pieces of tech laid across it. Sarah explained the purposes of all of them, all while Cesar listened with interest.

“…And this is a spirit box,” Sarah stated as she picked up one of the gadgets. “Ghosts can use the radio frequencies to communicate to the living.”

“Huh…spooky.” Cesar said, lightly taking the spirit box out of her hand and examining it. “I’ve seen shows about ghost hunting…they almost always have one of these.”

“It’s one of the most common things to use in paranormal investigations.” Sarah said. “So…yeah, of course you’ve seen it on TV…well…before they were banned a year ago.”

“I never understood that.” Cesar said. “Like why get rid of the fuckin TVs? Last time I checked, alternates can’t come through TVs.”

“Well…you never know, those things are…unpredictable.” Sarah stated.

“Yeah…definitely.” Cesar muttered.

Sarah looked at the gadgets on the table, furrowing her brows before she sighed. “Fuck, I forgot the thermal camera…” Sarah stood up from the couch. “You should probably know how to use it…I’ll be back in a second, sit tight.” Sarah left the room, walking down the hallway until she was out of view. Cesar sighed, leaning back on the couch as he began waiting for Sarah to get back.

“Looks like you’ve had a rough time.”

Cesar jerked his body around, seeing that Seth was walking towards the couch, staring at him. “…How long…have you been there?” Cesar asked sheepishly.

“I only just came in here.” Seth stated. “Heard you and Sarah talking.”

“…Wait, what do you mean?” Cesar asked. “…The whole…me having a rough time thing. How would you even tell?”

“That streak in your hair.” Seth responded, his hand reaching into his pocket and taking out a box of cigarettes; it was nearly empty. No wonder he had such a gruff voice.

“…What about it?” Cesar asked, lightly touching his grey bang with his hand.

“You know…I read somewhere that people’s hair can turn grey after a traumatic experience.” Seth explained as he lit the cigarette in his mouth. “…some people’s hair turned completely white.”

“…I…I just thought it was just some…coincidence.” Cesar said.

“Not trying to pry, kid…” Seth said. “But what exactly happened to make you want to join the BPS?”

“…I…I don’t know, I just kinda…felt…a calling?” Cesar struggled to find the words, not wanting to tell the guy the exact reason. “I felt like I could…get some answers.”

Seth paused, sighing a bit before walking in front of Cesar and sitting on the other end of the couch, avoiding sitting right next to the young man. “…Yeah, that’s what a lot of people want. It’s not like anyone else is gonna answer anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mandela County especially has been trying to keep everything down low.” Seth explained. “Bythorne is the same; though you can be a bit more…open with talking about those things here than you can in Mandela.”

“I-I see.” Cesar said.

“You’re from there, right?” Seth questioned. “That’s what Sarah told me anyway.”

“…I used to live there, yeah.” Cesar answered.

“Ah.” Seth said, squinting his eyes slightly. “I’ve always hated that cesspool. Nothing but…death. Death, pain, and police who don’t care about the people they’re supposed to protect.”

“Heh…you…you got something against Mandela, huh?” Cesar smiled slightly.

“I…grew up there.” Seth said. “…Wouldn’t say it was much of a childhood, but I stayed there until I was old enough to leave.”

“I always felt…weird about Mandela.” Cesar said. “I…I don’t want to go back there in a million years.”

“…Well, sorry to say, kid, but you just might.”

“…What?” Cesar looked at Seth, who was staring at his feet.

“Mandela is where we get quite a few reports from.” Seth explained. “…So you might have to tag along.”

Cesar sighed, the clear worry in his face getting the attention of Seth. He sat up straight, staring at Cesar as he thought to himself.

“Cesar, I’m going to warn you,” Seth stated. “If you want to be in the BPS, you’re gonna need to be ready for anything. You may find yourself in…dangerous situations…situations that can be life or death. You need to know how to defend yourself from those…things out there, and most importantly, you need to be mentally strong. If you don’t think you can do any of those things, I’d recommend leaving now.”

Cesar remained silent, staring at Seth’s face, seeing that his eyes were cold, as if he was fully expecting Cesar to give up right there. Cesar sat still, contemplating as Seth stared at him, awaiting an answer. “I’m giving you an out, Torres.” Seth stated. “You can leave. No one will be mad at you.”

“…No.” Cesar muttered under his breath.

“…No?”

“No, I’m…I’m not just gonna leave before I even start.” Cesar continued. “I want—no—I need answers to some things that…I just can’t get out of my mind. I need to figure out…why.”

“…Why, what?”

“Why…I…saw…” Cesar trailed off, realizing he wasn’t ready to talk about his own…encounter, especially with a man that seemed to not give two shits about him. “I just need to figure things out.”

Seth remained silent for a moment, taking another hit from his cigarette, seeming surprised by Cesar’s response. “Fair enough…I suppose.” He coughed. “Just know that you can’t fool around, you hear?”

“I won’t.”

“Good. Fucking around might very well get you killed.” Seth said, standing up from the couch. Cesar heard a crack come from Seth’s knees, along with a slight grunt as he stood there for a moment, grimacing slightly.

“…You alright?” Cesar asked.

“Yeah…just…” Seth sighed deeply, walking away. “…Fucking bullshit…”

Cesar watched as Seth left the room, brushing past Sarah as she came back with the camera. She watched him leave before looking back At Cesar, quickly walking back to the couch. “Sorry about that, I had to look through one of the boxes for this.” Sarah said, placing the camera on the table.

“Oh…no problem.” Cesar said.

“Did…Seth say anything rude to you?” Sarah asked.

“Huh? Oh…no, not really.” Cesar responded. “…I don’t think.”

“Good…” Sarah said. “I’m just…tired of him threatening new members.”

Cesar looked towards the hallway Seth left through, sighing deeply as he thought to himself. He started wondering if he was really going to get answers for his plight in the BPS, or if he really was putting himself in danger like Seth mentioned. He had been haunted by questions for as long as he had lived in Bythorne, none of which getting any answers. Who knew; maybe Seth would end up warming up to him, as unlikely as it appeared. Until that day however, Cesar was going to be careful. The last thing he needed was to get shot.

#shmorp writes sometimes #tmc #mandela catalogue #tmc alternate au #Cesar Torres (alt au)#sarah heathcliff #Seth greer (tmc)#no warnings for this one.#haha another fic within a week of the last one. didn’t expect that one did ya #yeah. Seth and Cesar may be close later on but. it absolutely didn’t start that way #not as proud of this as the last two but I think that’s because it wasn’t really planned #i just started writing this out one time for shits and giggles #either way. here it is. the dudes. all the bps guys together

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polarized-here · 1 year

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Drew one of my favorite scenes from my Fic on Cowboy!Sheriff au, (it’s a cum joke, that’s why)

#mutant Busters #mutant busters art #mutant busters bp #I’m trying to get back into art (to explain the sudden & rampant posting abt MB)#Tbh just gonna post this rn so I don’t hate it and never end up posting it jenenfeh #still don’t like it the most (BP’s point hand gggrrrrr) but whatever #mutant busters fic #mutant busters au #cowboy!sheriff #cowboy au #mutant busters fanart #it’s 2 am apologies for any mistakes #polar’s art #my art™️#my art <3

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missbangtangirl · 1 year

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So I first want to start off with this I really honestly didn’t think I had to have said this but I guess I’m gonna have to we’re getting too damn old for me to speak on this now we know this day was gonna happen and do you honestly wholeheartedly you were going to actually date Kim Taehyung raise your hand stop being delusional, regardless if he dates Jennie from black pink, or another idol or someone that’s not famous, it was never going to be you stop with the delusions, especially with the ships with the other members of BTS no matter if your baby army or adult army grow up and if you feel like you need to leave the Fandom., then go ahead I think we need another cleanse the sides maybe I’ll be able to get a ticket for 2025 but the fact that y’all are acting disrespectful calling Taehyung a liar or being pissed at Jennie isn’t gonna do anything regardless, if they make it confirmed, official or unconfirmed her unofficial, you know Taehyung is a private type of guy, especially when it comes to his family and his love ones the fact that y’all are acting like this is disgusting. You love this man right you would want to see him happy regardless, if it’s with you or not and y’all are acting like children worse than children it was never going to be you understand that the diluted shippers can leave let him be happy. Let all the other members be happy regardless, if it’s confirmed or not, I said the same thing around this time last year regardless if Taehyung and Jennie are dating or not, or if he dates in the future, I will support him and I will always be happy for him and all the other members they deserve to have someone special in their lives. We need to start having boundaries as fans they don’t need to confirm that they’re dating. We should just be happy in general and if you cannot be happy and you wanna be disrespectful leave we definitely need a cleanse. Maybe the next time one of the members goes live to see a change in us

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chaneajoyyy · 2 years

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Hi! I really like ur blog and i jus wanted to kno if you knew any bp fics where erik and tchalla grew up together

Aww thannk you!🥰🥰

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I EVEN MIXED IN HOW CLOSE THEY ARE TOO

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soysaucevictim · 2 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Intrulogical (QPP), Dukexiety (romantic/QPP), Analogical (QPP), Intruloxiety (QPP) Characters: Remus centric. Logan and Virgil supporting.

Genres: Slice of Life, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Vent Fic (sort of)

Additional Tags: Blood, Graphic Descriptions of Menstruation, PCOS, Chronic Illness, AFAB Anatomy, Brief Misgendering Language, Referenced Past Child Abuse, Remus Angst, Neurodivergent Remus, Nonbinary Remus, Trans Man Logan, Logan Is A Good Friend, Virgil is a Mess, Virgil is a Himbo, Virgil Is a Good Friend

Summary:

Remus has a not-quite-monthly visitor arrive. He’s going to make that everyone’s problem.

(Gym Rat AU. One-shot.)

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What little ability Remus had to focus was shot, which was a little dangerous when he was at the workbench. His guts were feeling all knotted up and queasy. He wondered if it was something he ate, or neglected to eat.

He had a suspicion of what was happening, but he really didn’t want to deal with that mess. He was trying to coordinate some soldering wire and a very hot soldering iron. He just needed to seat this capacitor and-

STAB.

“FUCK!”

He clumsily dropped the iron, it clattered onto the motherboard he was working on and started to melt one of the PCI buses. He was more focused on bracing through a powerful wave of spasming coming from that useless bag of muscle in his guts, white-knuckling the bench and hovering above his chair, as it passed.

Logan was in earshot and rolled into his workspace, “Are you-?”

Remus glared at Logan.

As the wave passed, Remus tentatively sat back down, breathing through his teeth, “… Got any of Satan’s cotton fingers on you?”

“What are you- oh. You mean... menstrual products.”

Remus was back to glaring at Logan some more, “Specs. I love you. But-”

Just like that, Logan was in and out with his backpack and rifling through it. It was times like this that Remus envied Logan.

After a few home invasions from El Primo Rojo on the clock, Logan suggested that maybe Remus’s experiences weren’t “standard”. That they shouldn’t feel like someone gleefully and repeatedly shooting a rusty nail gun into his gut. His tendency for time blindness didn’t do him any favors, when his “monthly gift” took a scenic route to Guam half the time. That he shouldn’t be gushing like a stuck blood-doped pig, when it did.

It was a pain in the so-called “girl nuts” to figure out just how fucked his were.

At that point, Logan had learned to get the big guns out and asked, “Do you need any help?”

The aforementioned bus was smoking at that point, but Remus finally had the presence of mind enough to yank the iron’s plug. He winced and headed to the bathrooms and mumbled, “… probably.”

It was nice not having to explain to someone what it was like to deal with this curse. Not that it really stopped him sometimes. He got a few write-ups for that.

Never mind what was going on in the co-workers’ pants. If he was suffering, he was determined to make it everyone’s problem. Logan was just better able to deal with the gender feelings shit there, though.

Something Remus liked to do with Virgil is visiting his place, watching movies, and snuggling up. Well, more like, Remus wrapped himself around his Emo like the cephalopods he so loved.

Virgil was in for a shock when he started to invite Remus over more and let him stay, one day waking up to a crime scene and a severely anemic looking boyfriend.

It was clear public (and private) sex ed failed him. Virgil was thrown into a panic trying to find a non-existent wound on either of them. All while Remus was just curled up and groaning in pain in front of him.

Virgil went so far as to grope around their waist and back, provoking Remus to ask, “Feeling a little… frisky?”

“What? NO! I’m checking to see if someone broke in and stole a kidney or something!?”

Remus chuckled while that uterus of his spasmed, “Oh-ho, I wish...”

At that point, Virgil realized that, no, it was coming from Remus. And the only maniac here was the guy’s innards. Which then had Virgil panicking again, “Th-that’s a LOT of blood! Sh-should I call 911, o-or something!?”

Remus made an attempt to sit up, but then Iron Deficiency called and said Gravity was feeling pretty clingy that day. Remus might’ve started to feel a little delirious, “What happened to ‘a little bit of the red stuff doesn’t scare me’, last night?”

“That was “ Saw ”! And it was just a MOVIE. And with loads of the FAKE stuff! This-!?”

Remus’s laughter was punctuated by a few “ow”s. Remus knew he wasn’t his usual chatterbox self, “… can’t words, call-Lo.”

“Isn’t he at work right now?”

“Tell him… Code Mangenta.”

Virgil tilted his head, “Oooh-kay?”

Virgil barely knew Logan, but did as bidden. Remus laid there, listening to a one-sided conversation.

“Hey. Uh. Logan? It’s Remus…”

“I-I’m not sure man, he just said Code Mangenta.”

“Uh-huh. Uh huh. Oh. THAT’S WHAT A PERIOD IS!?”

Remus laughed again, but it came out more like a whimper.

“Shit, sorry. Do I need to take him to the hospital? Alright, I’ll ask him that...”

Virgil muted the phone and spoke to Remus, “Logan wanted a number from you?”

Virgil pulled the phone up to Remus, “ Nueve de - FUCK!”

Logan simply responded, “Ah. I’ll let the boss know you’re not coming in for probably… a week.”

Virgil’s one-sided conversation continued, “Can you text me all of that? Yeah, I’ll keep you posted. You’re a lifesaver.”

Virgil hung up, awkwardly found a non-biohazardous spot on the bed, and ran a hand through Remus’s hair. It was comforting and distracting. “Hey. I’m gonna get a few things that uh. Might help? Try not to die while I’m gone?”

Remus whined, “No promises, Virge-y.”

Virgil snorted, “Still-”

Remus slurred his words, thanks to dizziness, “Mmm… gonna poltergeist you if-I-do.”

Virgil glanced at the browning stain and back into Remus’s face, “… I don’t expect anything less. See you.”

As Remus lay there, waiting for Virgil to come back, he reflected a little bit.

He kind of hated how he only figured out how his mood got all fucky, in time with his broken biological clock. It foreshadowed his doom, and he missed the warnings every damn time. Then again, emotions were the bane of his existence. Words like angry and horny were close enough, a few days ago. But now that the dam burst, he was just angry, restless and tired . And in a world of hurt.

He wasn’t sure how long of a list of things Logan had sent Virgil, nor how long Virgil had disappeared. It didn’t help that he broke his alarm clock by angrily throwing it across the room – everything was getting a bit much. He couldn’t readily see where his phone was, just his luck losing it somewhere. It could be in Virgil’s unit, in his own car, or way back in his unit.

It didn’t help that he didn’t really want to move much. A lot of the times he found himself in this state, his mind asked him, “Is this going to be the Big One?”

He wondered if it was possible to exsanguinate yourself via your period. He mumbled, “That would suck.”

Remus’s thoughts wandered toward Virgil seeing his boyfriend’s corpse in his bed and- Remus groaned and shook his head. A spell of nausea stack overflowed his thought process and he had to drag himself to the bathroom. It felt like his uterus was ripping and tearing at his bowels, and not what he’d imagine to be “the fun way”.

While on the can for the third time in however long, he felt some relief hearing Virgil’s voice again, “You still alive in there, ‘Mus?”

Remus was still indisposed, barely able to project his voice, “I don’t know anymore, check my task manager and find out!”

“Whatever you’re doing, hold on a second. I brought a lot of stuff over.”

After several more minutes, Remus’s innards buffered enough and Virgil got the stuff inside his unit proper. Remus was impressed by just how many items the guy brought back.

“Okay. So. I got into your apartment to see how much of the things you had at your place already. Here-” Virgil pulled out a familiar, neon green octopus plushie and handed it off.

Remus grinned, he wanted to jolt up and bounce about it, but he was too damn woozy for that. “Cthulhu! Oh, how my loins have missed you!”

Remus unzipped the toy and reached inside.

Virgil narrowed his eyes, “Uh... are you going to fuck that thing or-?”

Remus cackled as he pulled out a bag of dry millet from inside and gave it to Virgil, “Pop that in the microwave for… a minute.”

Virgil was momentarily confused before smacking his face, muttering to himself, “Duh, that makes way more sense, alright now...”

As Virgil attended to that, Remus looked inside the bags. He saw some of his underwear, some heavy flow hygiene products, medication…

Beep!

“Hot! Hot! Hot!”, Virgil almost pulled the bag out with his bare hands before grabbing an oven mitt.

Remus chuckled some more, feeling all gooey over his boyfriend being the biggest whale penis ever. Virgil’s cheeks reddened, “L-look. It’s kind of hard to think straight when I’m freaking the fuck out over here!?”

“Aww, you really do care about me!”

Virgil flustered, handed the warm bag of seed to Remus. Remus snorted at the sight and the thought. As Remus got Cthuhu all ready and cozy, his Scare-Amore huffed, “Whatever.”

Remus hugged the plushie against his belly for dear life, feeling some of the tension and pain melt from its soft warmth. He zoned into that feeling, combing the thing's velvety tentacles with his fingers. System checks returned Normal again.

Virgil sighed, probably in relief, before bolting up again, “Shit, I need to go put some of that stuff in the freezer!”

Remus barely caught a glimpse of Virgil hurriedly putting several tubs of ice cream up. Chocolate anything sounded good, actually. Virgil muttered on about the rest of the things he ran out for and needed to clean up the mess Remus made – but Remus was just focused on the warm and gooey feelings swirling around in him.

Remus was glad to have someone in his corner who had the wonderful experience of having this kind of anatomy. It was an awkward story for another time when Remus found out that Logan was trans.

That said, it was obvious they had different experiences with the gender thing.

Logan was curt whenever discussing the menstruation topic, just enough to get any point he needed to get across before spacing out for a hot minute. Logan was a lifesaver about it, even though he mentioned that he was one of those lucky guys that saw the monthly visitor fuck off pretty much entirely while on T.

Logan was worse about the first time the subject came up. It was a little after Remus’s first month working there. Remus forgot to bring his products with him, which was normal. He was used to resorting to stacking a lot more waddage to stem those heavy currents. It had the secondary benefit of looking like a poor man’s packer, if it held up long enough.

That one went a little easier on him, but one of the next ones after that was a bad one. Despite him playing it off with his typical brand of terrific humor, even Logan noticed something was wrong, “You look ill.”

The stabbings made him pause between each word, “When don’t I?”

“Fair point. My understanding here is that you might need to see a doctor about that. All I can say is that… standard periods shouldn’t be quite so obviously painful, heavy, and irregular. I-I wish I could help more.”

“You haven’t been the first person to tell me that, Specs.”

“My point stands. But now I need to… excuse myself.”

Remus knew Logan would need that breather to himself. Remus had this problem for a few years at that point, but he kind of hated the idea of seeing a doctor.

His tired and anxious mind went back to the old demons telling him he definitely had cancer and he was going to die a miserable death. Cancer or something else just as terrible. He had to use several blocking measures to keep himself from doom-scrolling through WebMD. He’s done it on multiple software and firmware levels; on all his devices, routers, and modems. He tried to call his ISP multiple times, to block him on that level. He was denied, predictably enough.

Annoyed, he recalled Logan saying, “They don’t want to cause a catastrophic failure on their side. They have to serve other people too.”

While Logan had some shared lived experiences, Virgil was a lot more openly fretful around Remus’s cycles. Especially after that first time in his apartment.

Virgil was honestly a nervous wreck about it, which only made that little warm feeling Remus got from the Emo more intense. He probably got a little too used to how fucked up it could get for him.

Just before Remus was in high school, he experienced his first one, a little later than most “girls”. It was relatively mild at first, but things got worse from there. He zoned out during sex ed and didn’t exactly have the social skills or cojones to ask if any of it was normal to any of his girl peers or the school nurse. Esteban didn’t really care and would tell Remus “she” was just making up more excuses. Roman was honestly clueless, but he tried.

Finding a connection with Logan and then Virgil was more than a little nice.

After a few times on the bloody rodeo, Remus had one of his worst ones. It was a bit of a haze to recall some details, apparently his iron levels were critical and he lost a fuck ton of blood. His heart was racing, he felt clammy to the touch, and delirious from it.

Worst of all, he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. He wondered if he was having a panic attack, but instead of being amped up, he was overwhelmingly tired. He woke up to Virgil frantically shaking him out of some layers of stupor.

“Oh fuck, Remus. Wake up, you gotta wake up!”

The way Virgil’s voice trembled peeled another few layers of stupor, but Remus only managed a confused “Wuh?”

“This is- you are- I can’t-!”

Remus slurred a bit, “Use your wooords, Virgie.”

“I-I’m gonna to call for help. This is just- fucked up!”

Remus was back to listening to a conversation about him, but Virgil put the other side on speaker.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“My boyfriend lost a lot of blood and-”

“Is he injured?”

“I-I guess? I don’t know! He’s cold and-”

“Was there an accident or-?”

“N-no, I mean- no one did this to him. He just-”

“Okay, ma’am, we’re sending some people over to help. Are you okay to stay on the line?”

Remus snickered at the address, Virgil had more to worry about than that.

“I-I guess.”

“Can you tell me your names?”

Virgil calmed down barely as the call continued and Remus writhed about – exhausted and in pain. It felt like an eternity until the EMTs came over. One of them was preparing a stretcher outside. The other took to assessing Remus’s vitals and asked them more questions as they went.

“So, Remus. Do you know where you are?”

“An adorable raccoon’s warren.”, he weakly chuckled.

The responder from outside moved to fill out their report and blinked a moment.

Virgil clarified, “… he means me.”

“Do you know what today is?”

“Hump Day?”

Virgil fidgeted, “He’s always been bad about dates…”

“Noted. Now, Remus, name the first president of the United States.”

“Some slave owning asshole with bad teeth. I think he died like this…?”

Virgil shrugged, “I- uh, don’t think that Rushmore guy was trans.”

The responder attending to Remus didn’t acknowledge Washington getting roasted.

Remus whined a bit, “Tough… audience, eh?”

The responder relayed everything back to his dispatcher and spoke to Remus again, “Can you walk?”

Remus’s muscles were too noodle-y from fatigue to right himself, let alone stand. “Not happening.”

“Alright, we’ll carry you out to the stretcher. Jim, over here?”

It didn’t look the most graceful or particularly gentle, but they were pretty careful. Tim supported Remus’ torso and Jim took up his legs. Remus just wanted to take a nap, once he rested on the stretcher.

Remus lost a good chunk of time from there.

The next thing he remembered was being in a hospital bed with IVs in him. He was feeling a bit more cognizant, yet very, very off.

He yelled at the nearest nurse to him, “W-where’s Virgil? Can I see him?!”

“We’re still trying to get you more stable, pushing some fluids mostly. Virgil is in the waiting area, but he told us some of your history. This is a recurring problem for you, yes?”

“System records indicate that is correct.”

The nurse blinked before continuing, “Do you have any experience using birth control?”

“No? The idea of carrying a kid kinda wigs me out… so uh…”

“When taken as prescribed, the pill has a very high effectiveness in preventing that.”

Despite his sense of humor, he admitted, “I… don’t exactly have plans to be sexually active anyways.”

“Alright, hon. The pill isn’t only good for preventing pregnancy. We’re going to give you some hormonal birth control to manage your bleeding for now. And some iron supplements, your levels came in very low there.”

Remus hated feeling small and stupid, “Don’t call me that… please.”

“Apologies, we don’t have your full history. You’re… nonbinary?”

It was the simplest language for Remus’s weird gender feelings. “Yeah.”

“Are you on HRT?”

He kind of wanted to be, but, “… no.”

“Would you be comfortable being referred to a gynecologist?”

Remus shivered, unsure if it was the blood loss or the hospital being too cold or something else, “D-do I have to?”

“We don’t recommend you rejecting the option, but we can’t force you.”

Some of the liquid coolant started leaking out of Remus’s eyes. Having seen how stricken Virgil was earlier finally hit him, “I... don’t want to put my boyfriend through this again. What’s wrong with me?”

The nurse took a breath, “There are a few possibilities that come to mind, a very common one is something called polycystic ovarian syndrome. We’re waiting for more of your bloodwork to come back to us. But, some specialists would have to assess you for that and give you more treatment options than I can say at this moment.”

He wasn’t sure about having someone rooting around in there or the potential bad news the exams could bring, “Can I think about that some more?”

“Of course. Right now, we’re just going to focus on getting you well enough for discharge.”

The ICU doctor managing his care was not a specialist, Remus was still on the fence on having that referral done.

The doctor talked to him about the lab work, “Well, we have one point toward a potential PCOS diagnosis here.”

“What?”

“You seem to have abnormally high values for testosterone and other androgens.”

Remus blinked, “Wait, what? Really?!”

“Yes, that’s one of the criteria.”

Remus found himself weirdly excited about that part, “S-so could that be why I started growing a mustache when I was in high school?”

“I understand how facial hair can be distressing for some.”

Remus cackled for the first time since he woke up nearly in hemorrhagic shock a couple days ago, “Distressed?! I’m trans, as all fuck, man! I thought it was really cool, even if the other kids bugged me about that a lot. Don’t worry about it. I took care of them. If you know what I mean?”

The doctor looked at him with a strange expression, “If other tests confirm this diagnosis, do you realize it could mean fertility issues?”

“Even better!”

“… you’re taking this better than a lot of patients I’ve worked with.”

“Well, the bleeding and the pain sucks all the ass. But, you just mighta convinced me to take that referral.”

Really, Logan and Virgil planted that seed in his head first. But this information could have explained so much of the shit he just put up with for the past several years .

He just hoped he wasn’t going to be treated like a girl or some weird shit like that.

Or that it could get in the way of some of the things he really wanted to go forward on, in talking about transition stuff with Logan.

Or that it turned out to be something worse, or better than this PCOS thing.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #gymrat au #spilled musing #dukexiety #intrulogical #intruloxiety #(remus is a gd nERD)#(next thing i think i want to finish up is that muse!patton fic and get going on the begotten!au thing next)#(i don't think i personally have pcos... and i think my hormones are still within a standard deviation of average level...)#(but sometimes think i may have a modestly elevated baseline t level... :'D )#(kinda thinking abt this in terms of shit like my bp - which is a few points lower than average/healthy benchmark pretty consistently)#(i love thinking about a&p variations man)

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dilf jungkook x neighbor boy jimin - 3.7K

jeongguk doesn’t know how it got to this. he's fucking married. he shouldn’t be doing this.

⚠︎ content warnings: cheating, afab jimin, vaginal sex, blowjobs, spanking, cunnilingus.

MDNI

no matter how wrong it is and how badly he wishes it to stop, jimin seems to be able to play him like a fiddle to get what he wants. jeongguk doesn’t want to be a liar. he doesn’t want to sneak around behind his wife’s back. he doesn’t want to be a cheater.

he’s never been one to take infidelity lightly, but jimin has been able to lure him in and transform him into an unrecognizable version of himself.

he would say he wants to it stop but he doesn’t want to lie.

he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. not with jimin being so jimin.

it started with that coincidental conversation a few weeks ago.

jeongguk was in the driveway, unloading groceries that he’d picked up for his wife who wouldn’t be home until much later due to work.

these days, she began returning up later and later more often than not. jeongguk had come to terms that he would be eating dinner alone during the week. even on the weekends, jeongguk noticed the little ways she avoided his touch and ran to her office the first chance she got.

he should be able to empathize with her claims of heavy stress and not being in the mood. for the most part, he could, but jeongguk found himself bored. nothing was stimulating. not television, golf, gym workouts, or meeting his friends for the occasional lunch.

they had new neighbors move in next door about a month ago, the parks. the older couple only had one son, jimin, a bubbly pink-haired university student who drove an obnoxiously loud and expensive racing car his parents must have gifted him.

until that day, jeongguk had only gained a few glimpses of him, exchanging polite waves or quick good mornings and good evenings.

but this day was different. jimin was passing by, offering jeongguk help to bring in his groceries after seeing his lonesome struggle.

jeongguk had eyed him warily, subtly studying his tight shorts and crop top, dolled up in cute makeup that made his already plump lips appear fuller and glossier. jimin had batted those dark lashes at him, grinning cheekily as he stepped closer.

he had laughed at jeongguk's initial reluctance, pouting with his hands behind his back and puffing out his chest that had jeongguk gulping from the slight bounce of his breasts.

“come on, i can’t be neighborly?”

after a moment, jeongguk relented, nodding. “sure, thanks for the help. i’ll show you in.”

after unloading and putting away the rest of the items, jimin hummed, trailing his fingers along the long hallway that led into the kitchen.

“such a big house for just you and your wife,” he observed, eyes surveying the high ceilings and crown molding, “must get lonely.”

jeongguk grunted in agreement. “i guess you could say that. she works more than me.”

his sneakers squeaked on the tiles as he turned in jeongguk’s direction. he was leaning on the counter, watching jimin subtly move closer and closer until he pressed himself to jeongguk’s side, all rosy cheeks and lithe legs. this close, a black script tattoo peeked from under his crop top.

those brown, bambi eyes had caught jeongguk’s attention, though. he found himself swallowing thickly as jimin’s fingers ran up his arm, tracing along his toned biceps bulging from his short sleeve t-shirt. jimin gave him a close-lipped, teasing smile as he inched closer.

he didn’t know what jimin was trying to do. he knew jeongguk was married, so why did it feel like he was trying to make a move on him?

“you know what they say about loneliness.” jimin breathed, his dark lashes fluttering.

he smelt like a delicious blend of pastries and peaches along with traces of his coconut shampoo wafting from his pink hair. jeongguk found himself subconsciously leaning forward, inhaling more of the concoction of sweets.

his eyes twitched, actively fighting the overwhelming urge to reach out and run his hand over the creamy, smooth skin of jimin’s cheek. he wanted to caress the deep cupid bow of his top lip.

he had to quickly divert his attention in an effort to rid his brain of the indecent train of thought.

“uh n-no, what do they say?” jeongguk answered, crossing his arms over his chest to contain himself.

placing one palm over jeongguk’s chest, jimin leaned forward until their lips were only a breath away from touching. jeongguk could feel his cock fattening in his sweatpants alarmingly fast.

he smiled, an adorable crooked tooth digging softly into the plump flesh of his bottom lip. “it makes you horny.”

that snapped jeongguk out of his aroma-induced trance, “what are you on about - “

jimin’s lips were on his before he could finish. a soft, gentle peck, wet with his cherry-flavored lip gloss. subconsciously, his tongue swept over his lips to taste the leftover, sticky gloss. he had closed his eyes without thinking.

giggling when he pulled back, jimin’s hand traveled to the rising tent in jeongguk’s pants, rubbing over his erection through the material.

he jumped, startled at the forward move, and pushed his hands away.

“i-i’m married, jimin. stop it.”

his soft, taut stomach brushed against his forearm.

he sighed and frowned, “jeez, don’t you wanna have a little fun?”

jimin had slowly cornered him against the counter, grinding their crotches together as his thin arms hooked around jeongguk’s neck. clearly, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

jeongguk turned his head away, deliberately trying to ignore his growing arousal. his arms hung uselessly at his sides as jimin pressed closer, making the sweetest noise in the back of his throat as he continued to grind in small motions.

he couldn’t deny jimin was beautiful, with his doll-like features and fat, round ass that already had jeongguk weak and salivating. still, he knew this was wrong. he squeezed his eyes shut, urging his common sense to take control of his body and shove jimin away.

“no one has to know,” jimin whispered against his neck, hovering with teasing breaths, and lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks, “it can be our little secret.”

jeongguk’s mouth is frozen. maybe the best response is no response.

“come on, daddy, i know you want to fuck me. the evidence is pressed right up against me,” jimin nibbled his jawline as he brought jeongguk’s hands to rest over the mounds of his ass cheeks. arousal boils under his skin at the sound of jimin’s honey voice calling him fucking daddy. his hands twitched where they laid on jimin’s ass. the soft fat spilled from the denim shorts, perky and creamy smooth.

jimin licked the shell of his ear, adding, “i might even let you rough me up a little.”

fuck it. it’ll only be one time.

“fucking brat.” jeongguk hissed, turning his head to the side to meet his gaze.

he roughly cupped jimin’s ass in his hands, loving how they filled his large palms perfectly. rocking back into the touch, jimin mewled at the rough nails digging into the meat of his ass.

“you love it.” jimin breathed, surging forward on his tippy toes to slot their open mouths together in a filthy kiss.

jeongguk brought jimin closer, cock teasing the outline of his cunt through his shorts. the kiss ignited a feeling jeongguk hadn’t felt in a long time. years, even. he felt wanted.

sucking jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth, his hands traveled to the waistband of jimin’s shorts before shoving his hands underneath to fondle his bare ass. jimin responded with a beautiful moan.

the next second, jimin was dropping to his knees, nuzzling his erection through his pants and staring up at him with lust-blown eyes.

his hands found their way into jimin’s pink hair as he tugged jeongguk's cock free from its confines.

jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick length, flushed red and leaking at the tip. jimin gripped him by the base, easing his mouth around the head to give it a gentle suck.

plush pink lips widened around his girth, a sweet moan vibrating from jimin’s throat. messily, jimin popped off his length before saying, “does your wife not realize how lucky she is to have a husband with a cock like this?”

jeongguk’s heart skipped in his chest at the mention of his wife.

“let’s not talk about her while we’re doing this.”

jimin gave him a smug grin before moving along jeongguk’s length, smothering the entirety of it with lewd open-mouth kisses, the sensation of his velvety tongue and copious amounts of spit had fire spreading in jeongguk’s gut.

it had been too long since he had a blowjob.

“why?” jimin kitten licked the head of his cock. “all i know is that if you were my husband, i’d wake you up with a blowjob every morning.”

jeongguk huffed through his nose, tugging jimin’s head back. he didn’t want to think about how lovely that idea sounded.

“stop talking already," he ordered instead, "it’s not gonna suck itself.”

jimin laughed but got to work, swallowing his length down in one go, bobbing his head as his eyes brimmed with jeweled tears. grunting, jeongguk’s thumb caressed the boy’s flushed cheek. he admired jimin’s skilled mouth slobbering over his cock. he didn't care how messy it was. jeongguk had never seen someone so cute look so obscene.

“you like having daddy’s cock down your throat?”

jimin moaned loudly around jeongguk in response, his tongue flicking devilishly into his slit and sweeping over his frenulum.

when he noticed one of jimin’s small hands disappearing into his little shorts to rub his pussy and make the sweetest mewl, jeongguk broke. he pulled jimin off, tugging him impatiently by the hand toward his bedroom. jimin followed along, giggling at his urgency.

when they got past the door, jeongguk threw jimin on the bed unkindly, undressing completely before joining him on the mattress. jimin gave him a stare that had adrenaline charging through him.

“gonna fuck me on the same bed you fuck your wife?” jimin whispered as jeongguk climbed on top of him, their foreheads nearly touching.

he roughly discarded jimin’s crop top, fondling his exposed, perky breasts as began to devour jimin’s neck with a trail of hickeys.

“when are you going to be a good boy and shut your mouth?” he muttered in between sucks.

his mouth traveled to jimin’s breast, locking eyes as he wrapped his lips around one of his sensitive, brown nipples. jimin gasped cutely, hands fisting the sheets next to his head.

“as — as soon as you give me a reason to.”

jeongguk bit his nipple for that, two fingers tweaking and pulling the other nub not encased by his blazing hot mouth.

jimin rutted forward, grinding his pussy on jeongguk’s thigh slotted between his legs. eyes fluttering at the delicious pressure against his clit and pleasing sensation of teeth dragging along his nipple.

“so desperate, huh?” jeongguk murmured, leveling his face with jimin’s equally flustered one, pressing his thigh harder against jimin’s cunt. “riding my thigh like a whore.”

“just want you to fuck me, daddy,” jimin breathed, sensually flicking his tongue over his reddened bottom lip.

one of jeongguk’s calloused hands skimmed along the smooth plane of jimin’s stomach before dipping beneath his shorts to cup his warm, soaking-wet vulva. jeongguk raises his brow at jimin when he feels complete, bare skin.

“hm, no panties?” jeongguk murmured, leaning down to nip at jimin’s earlobe. “little brat wants to get fucked that bad?”

jimin nodded furiously, a cute furrow creasing between his manicured brows.

jeongguk leaned back on his haunches, forcing jimin’s hips off of the bed as he ripped the teeny pair of shorts off.

he parted jimin’s thighs to expose his pussy, marveling at the peachy pink color of its chubby lips that hid his folds. fuck, he’s never wanted to be inside someone so badly. jimin is the epitome of beauty, young and fun, basically everything the opposite of jeongguk, and he’s asking jeongguk to defile him?

“why me?” he couldn't help but ask.

“older guys like you know how to fuck. i’m tired of the ones my age who can’t make me come,” jimin explained, as if it were the most obvious answer, before adding, “plus, you’re exactly my type. married and sexy.”

with a flirtatious wink, jimin spreads his thighs more, using two fingers to spread his pussy and display the creamy slick gathered at his entrance. jeongguk’s mouth watered at the vision, his body moving on autopilot to position himself between jimin’s legs.

“fucking whore,” he grinned fondly.

jimin squeaked when jeongguk ducked down, lavishing his slit with tender kisses. the contact made his hips jerk and tummy tighten.

“oh,” jimin breathed, hands carding through jeongguk’s hair, watching him flick his tongue along and between his silky folds, using his own two fingers to keep his pussy split open.

jeongguk lapped at his cunt with vulgar movements, humming into his pussy as he tasted the heady sweetness of jimin’s slick.

jeongguk circled his pointed tongue around jimin’s clit, massaging the sensitive bud with increasing pressure. jimin bit his lip harder as his eyes fluttered with the indescribable pleasure of jeongguk’s skilled tongue.

“fu-fuck, eating my pussy so - so good,” jimin slurred.

jeongguk groaned, sucking around jimin’s clit until he saw the boy’s eyes roll back in his head and felt his hips twitch.

“daddy, fuck! there!” jimin’s fingers tightened in his hair as his hips rolled forward against jeongguk’s tongue that’s bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

suddenly, jeongguk lifted his mouth off jimin’s pussy, hastily moving to his mouth for a chaste, dirty kiss.

“no,” jimin whined, pulling away, “why’d you stop?”

“quiet,” jeongguk scolded, two fingers thrusting inside jimin’s cunt with no warning.

arching from the bed, jimin grabbed jeongguk’s shoulders to hold on to as jeongguk’s fingers curled inside him every swift motion inside. jimin found himself entranced by the way jeongguk’s thick fingers fucked inside his cunt, rubbing against his sweet spot with mind-blowing pressure. his tummy coiled tightly with his impending orgasm, pussy squelching with the never ending flow of his wetness.

being with a married man was doing wonders for jimin’s ego.

“look at me,” jeongguk ordered, his thumb returning to massage jimin’s clit, adding to the euphoric feeling that had jimin’s toes curling.

as jimin locked eyes with jeongguk’s darker ones, his mouth opened with a continuous flow of breathy whines.

“you hear your messy little pussy? so fucking wet for me,” jeongguk leaned forward to suck jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth.

after a moment, jeongguk scanned jimin’s face, reading every rapid change of his expression to make him cum.

“just for you -- just this wet for you,” jimin mewled, hips bucking erratically as jeongguk continues to thrust his fingers expertly against his sweet spot.

although jeongguk’s fingers slow their pace, his thumb doesn’t stop its tortuous movements over his clit. instead, his fingers curled against his sweet spot, massaging it with such ferocity that jimin’s orgasm hit him like a speeding train, wracking through his body all at once as he squirted, clenching around his slender fingers violently.

jimin was dizzy and breathless by the time he came down from his orgasm. fingers slipped out delicately as jeongguk trailed tender kisses along his neck.

“did that feel good, baby?”

instead of answering, jimin flipped jeongguk on his back before climbing on top of him, ass resting just above the tip.

“can’t wait any longer. need you inside me,” jimin lifted himself up, positioning his hard cock at his entrance before sinking down on his length.

little hands gripped jeongguk’s chest, reveling in the feeling of the large cock sheathing itself inside his slick, soppy cunt, inch by inch.

jeongguk growled, hands gripping the doughy mounds of his asscheeks as jimin squeezed around him and his brown eyes glazed over with bliss.

the satin walls of jimin’s pussy tightening spastically had jeongguk thrusting upward subconsciously until his hips were flush against jimin’s ass.

“love daddy’s cock, fuck, it’s so big - feels so good,” jimin gasped, throwing his head back as he desperately began to bounce on jeongguk’s length. small, round breasts jiggling with his efforts, nipples peaked from his arousal. jeongguk wanted to pinch himself to check if this was real life.

“god, your pussy’s so tight, jimin-ah,” jeongguk’s hands latched on his fleshy hips, guiding their movements to a hurried pace. rolling his hips up every time jimin came back down, jeongguk repeatedly shoved up, sweat breaking out on his forehead. the feeling of jimin’s cunt was sending him into a lustful frenzy.

“you take it so well you must be a whore,” jeongguk spat, staring where their bodies joined, watching his cock disappear over and over past his soft entrance, engorged pussy lips expanding around the wide girth.

jimin’s hand reached down to rub at his clit, heavy lidded eyes gazing down at jeongguk as short, choked breaths fell from his heart shaped lips, swollen from their kisses.

“can’t ‘elp it,” jimin whined, circling his clit faster as jeongguk’s pace quickened until all jeongguk could hear were his overwhelmed, gasping moans and the vulgar sound of his hips meeting the skin of his ass.

jimin squealed in surprise when jeongguk suddenly slipped out of him and flipped him on his stomach. as jimin’s face landed in the sheets, hands grasped his hips, pulling him up by the waist and cock pushing inside his pussy all at once.

from there, jeongguk set an extraordinary pace, every brutal slap of his hips, his cock reaching deeper. his pussy had grown wetter, his creamy slick drenching the older's cock with a filthy sheen.

jimin mewled happily at the bruising momentum, drool dripping from his lips as jeongguk pounded his pussy mercilessly. his clit throbbed between his legs, only receiving partial contact from jeongguk’s balls smacking against his cunt from his thrusts.

“is my pussy better - better than your wife’s?” jimin taunted as he peered behind him. jeongguk peered back with slanted eyes and a mean frown, the muscles of his chest coated with a thin sheen of sweat.

a stinging grip in jimin’s candy pink hair turned to a yank as jeongguk pulled his head back, forcing the younger to bare his neck and curve his back; fucking with teasing grinds as his cock forged deeper inside jimin’s pussy with the new angle, his lips found his ear.

“your pussy is heaven, baby,” jeongguk whispered before releasing his hold on his hair. he reared back, smacking jimin’s ass in quick succession, admiring how the milky skin turned a bright, glowing pink.

“yes, spank me!” jimin screamed, “just like that, please!”

jeongguk gave each cheek the same treatment, twice over, relishing in each pleased squeal from the boy below him. what a kinky little brat.

“is my dick the best you’ve ever had?”

jeongguk’s palm forced jimin’s cheek against the mattress as he continued his insatiable pounding.

“yes! best dick i’ve ever - ever had! need more,” jimin slurred as his cock hit his sweet spot on every slide inside. “touch me, touch me, touch me, please.”

“touch where?”

“my - ah - my clit, daddy,”

jeongguk smirked at jimin’s begging, flipping jimin on his back before sliding inside once more, cupping his face as he leisurely rolled his hips forward.

jimin’s teary eyes looked up at him, lip trembling. “so close, please -- fuck me harder. wanna feel you for days.”

jeongguk placed two fingers at jimin’s lips, silenting asking for his mouth to open. jimin parted his lips and sucked the fingers in his mouth.

“get ‘em nice and wet for me,” jeongguk whispered huskily, eyes glued to the filthy movement of jimin’s tongue drenching the digits in saliva.

after a moment, he relented, returning to jimin’s hardened clit to circle the tiny nub with his two fingers, newly slick with spit. with the effortless friction massaging his clit mingling with the cock ruining his pussy with his mind-blowing pace, jimin felt like he was going to lose his mind.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he panted, eyes rolling in his head. jimin could feel the heat coiling in his gut about to snap, the taut muscles of his abdomen clenching sporadically with the overpowering stimulation. his body was being jerked by the powerful thrusts, back gliding up the sheets with the punishing force.

using one hand to wrap around jimin’s neck and the other still relentlessly working over jimin’s clit, jeongguk abruptly thrust against his sweet spot.

that’s all it took for jimin to cum, shaking and twitching as his pussy gushes, spraying slick around jeongguk’s cock still lodged inside him, gasping and babbling curses as another orgasm rips through him.

“that’s it baby,” jeongguk soothed, massaging his clit in tighter circles. whispers fell from his lips, oversensitive as he floated back down from his orgasm; cheeks burning from the realization he came twice but jeongguk hadn’t once.

“wan’ daddy to cum, please, cum inside my pussy - need to feel it,” jimin pleaded, batting his lashes at the older man.

his hips moved on their own, chasing his orgasm while wrapping his larger hands around jimin’s throat for leverage. although jimin’s eyes widen in surprise at his firm grip, jimin quickly succumbed to his erratic strokes as he fucked inside. gritting his teeth, jeongguk felt his own orgasm hit, jimin clenching down with wicked force.

his thighs trembled as he painted the inside of his tight pussy, shooting endless waves of cum within jimin's velvety walls. afterward, he collapsed, releasing his hold on the younger’s neck and kissing him senselessly.

“we really made a mess, huh?” jeongguk observed as took in the tousled and stained sheets under them.

jimin laughed, tucking jeongguk’s hair behind his ear, “the first of many.”

he could admit that he liked the sound of that, even if it made him a horrible husband.

when it became a routine for them, fucking whenever his wife was out or working, on any surface available, for the first time in years, jeongguk felt excited again. he felt young again.

what his wife didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her.

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here’s a list of all my fics! i won’t be able to post and reblog much since I’m traveling the next week and a half, so I’ll compile all my works here in the meantime :-)

will also update this list as i write more!

klance:

midnight snacks don't exist in space

G | 1.7K | RP/BP dynamics

There are no rules about eating at 3:00 AM if you're in the far reaches of the universe.

In a bright kitchen while the team is asleep, Lance and Keith find each other, as they always do.

Why We Fight

T | 5.7K | truth-telling au

With the Rebels in need of resources, the team ventures to a planet known for its raw materials in hope that they'll join the coalition. Here's the thing: they need to prove that they can be trusted by telling the truth about why they fight.

Lance finds this more difficult to voice than the others. Unfortunately (thankfully), Keith has returned from the Blade and is more than willing to listen.

"This is bigger than any of us alone."

A Keith By Any Other Name

T | 8.2K | coffee shop rom-com AU

Lance McClain was dared to hit on Keith. Keith thought that’d be the first and last time they’d meet. However, Lance keeps coming back, charming Keith with his jokes and charisma.

Here’s the catch: Keith refuses to tell Lance his real name.

“I’m not telling you my name unless you order and move on.” Keith pointed to the register screen.

“Alright, I’ll do a cappuccino.” Lance pulled out his wallet from his jacket pocket and slid his card over to Keith. “Now will you tell me your name?”

“My name is Yorak.” Keith passed the card back to Lance, who looked shocked at that answer, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. Keith was beginning to realize how dramatic Lance could be.

“Really?!” Lance demanded. He looked pityingly at Keith, and irritation welled up in his gut.

“No!” Keith rolled his eyes.

“You’re the worst,” Lance huffed.

a billion light years from here

T | 8.5K | post-canon fix-it

Keith and Lance reconnect over letters. Through their writing, Keith learns to open up, and Lance learns what a home is.

"For all the game I talked on the castleship about missing home, now that I’m back on my family farm, I kind of feel like there’s something missing. Like, even surrounded by all of the juniberry flowers Allura gave us, and even with my parents, I still feel lonely. Or restless."

Or: A post s-8 fix-it AU told entirely through letters between Lance and Keith, both sent and unsent.

out of my head

G | 1.2K | high school au

Keith didn’t even want to watch the spring musical auditions. Forced by Pidge to accompany them, he finds himself surprised at the talent of a particular actor. He also finds himself surprised by his own response.

OR:

Lance is ridiculously good at singing and Keith is a lovable, impulsive jock.

baptism by fire

T | 1.5K | canon-compliant angst

Prompt: write a private scene between two characters with no dialogue, of just them two alone.

Lance just witnessed the unthinkable. Keith offers his company in wake of the tragedy.

kiribaku:

unstoppably, immovably, unbreakably you

G | 651 | canon-compliant

A character study.

An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

Katsuki Bakugou’s hand implodes against Eijirou Kirishima’s arm; a flurry of sparks surround them with a sound that rings between his skull.

This is something he knows how to do well. With every blow that Katsuki unleashes, he feels Kirishima retaliate with more, responding like a dance to his every movement. Katsuki is a fine-tuned instrument of destruction, every muscle on his body worked with the intention of winning.

as always please let me know what u think thru asks & comments on ao3!! ill answer asks between travel, but im going to frequently be in spotty service.

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kit's list of obikin fic recs in no particular order

y'all asked and i finally answered.....here's a list of fics i've read and adored this year! note that i've tagged things that i think could squick people (a/b/o dynamics, weird biology, dub con, heavy kink, etc), and i've noted the ratings (explicit, mature, teen), but i have not noted top/bottom (this list contains a pretty even split of both) and i haven’t indicated which are WIPs - take a chance! i've left little paragraphs as to why i liked the fic but i tried to keep spoilers out of them so the story can be a surprise :D

remember to leave a comment and a kudos if you enjoyed the fic :D

Igneous - zimriya Notes: Explicit, A/B/O dynamics, canon compliant, series!

Trying to find this fic so I could reread it was the thing that prompted me to make this list. That’s how amazing this fic is. It tears out your heart strings. It hurts. I love it. It’s soft. It makes me cry. I am never going to recover from this perfect retelling of canon. This hurts just as much as the kenobi show. I owe this author a medical bill and a thank you card. I don’t care if a/b/o isn’t your thing or omega obi-wan isn’t your thing i need you to try reading this fic i really do because it’s just honestly superb and beautiful prose and i think about some of these lines near daily. Ok, fine. Daily.

I’d Never Be Me (Without The Support of Your Loving Arms) by euryrice Notes: Explicit

i don’t think i’ll ever stop talking or thinking about this fic, it’s up there for me….such a good take on a bond/spy au that I don’t think I’ll ever seriously try at one myself because it’d never be ‘i’d never be me without the support of your loving arms’; it’s just so well thought through. Canon lovingly applied. Kit beautifully moved and hungry for a second part of the series, even though it doesn’t even need a second part and is perfect as a stand alone. Witty banter rating: 10/10

Hooked On You by @whohatessand Notes: Explicit, infidelity, side anidala (padmé is being cheated on)

Dirty bad wrong never felt so good though; Anakin is cheating on his wife with her campaign manager. Anakin is very not satisfied with being a trophy husband, and honestly it’s so valid of him. This is so well-written that Anakin’s frustration with his life, his wife, his duties all feels very real and understandable. Does that excuse the cheating and the spit-as-lube fucking at a donor ball? Nah, but they know it doesn’t. And it ends on a very hopeful obikin note, which is my favorite

The Final Frontier of Pleasure by @jedibongrip Notes: Explicit, bp!Anakin, virginity kink (ish?)

“Just the tip” made into a very hot 2k fic wherein anakin’s definitely not a virgin anymore, but obi-wan’s gonna go along with it if it makes him happy (and means that he gets to keep touching him, god bless); note to say that all of this author’s stuff is very good!

Stars To Fill My Dreams by hidden_humours Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan, dark Anakin

Anakin is teetering on going off the walls insane in this fic and I am so here for it. This is just amazing. I love a padawan obi-wan and I especially love this time-travel with a twist (which I won’t spoil!); the summary even says “yeah this anakin isn’t all there” and the author is right!!! 100%!! I love it. I want to poke this Anakin with a stick. I want to push him off his metaphorical cliff of sanity. I want to push Obi-Wan off a cliff just to see what this Anakin would do. What a fic. What a goddamn fic.

Obi-Two by @virahaus Notes: Explicit, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Obi-Wan

Guys, holy shit I am so excited for this WIP you have no idea. Everything about it is delicious so far. The Obi-Wan that gets zapped back in time just before ROTS/Order 66 is living to see twunk Anakin again and he is so soft yet so commanding about it. Ben!Obi-Wan literally kills me in this fic. If there’s never another chapter, I’m begging you to read this anyway, it’s that good.

Vast as the sea, constant as the tide by @moonlightatnoon Notes: Explicit, pirate!anakin, captain!Obi-Wan

So maybe Kit’s attention was captured and held by the sea-themed title…she’s a simple lady. But this fic is absolutely beautiful. I love the intrigue, the history, the pining of it all. My attention, much like Obi-Wan, was gently captured and held hostage by pirate Anakin and the way he’s like ‘my obi-wan <3 mine <3’ while also being a whole ass pathetic lil mew mew of a pirate. He is so possessive and fearsome and clingy and needy I love this Anakin and how much he needs his Obi-Wan. I love the ending especially! Beautifully done.

Buns of Steel by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, humor, himbos the both of them

Put this under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love the humor here (Rag has such a legendary way with a great turn of phrase and pacing of jokes that just makes the fic fly by) and the ridiculousness of it all. Obi-Wan here is extremely lovably bitchy and I adore it. His dialogue is quite polite, but this is a fic where the narration really makes the characterization pop. Also the amount of lusting after his beautiful aerobics instructor that Obi-Wan does…and how UNFAIR he finds Anakin’s beauty. Just amazing. Cheering for Obi-Wan living his best life and getting the hot aerobics instructor in the end.

My Thoughts I Confess (Verge On Dirty) by @artemisthehuntress Notes: Explicit, horny, horny, horny Obi-Wan

This is, of course, the other fic filed under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love Anakin in booty shorts. I love Obi-Wan, head empty and no thoughts because his dick is too goddamn hard to see straight. One should not be exercising under such conditions. The humor here is impeccable. Love all of Obi-Wan’s fantasies with the hot guy working out next to him. If you’re a fan of horny-grip Obi-Wan, this is the fic for you! If you’re not as into horny-grip Obi-Wan, I’d say this fic is still worth the read because it’s just written so well.

just like the days we’d burn by @travellingcircus Notes: Explicit, PTSD mentions, heavy

I was always going to rec one of travellingcircus’ fics of course. They are a fantastic writer and I love their fics - especially the long oneshots that consume my entire night when I see that one’s been posted and I get to delve into a new side of obikin I could never imagine. This fic is one of my favorites by them – and maybe one of my favorite modern aus all together. Anakin has a racing career until he has an accident. Then he goes back to his small town and decides to have Obi-Wan instead because first love (I love first love fics especially in modern aus)!! Also Obi-Wan has a motorbike. This is excellent news. He also has helmet hair. I love Anakin in this fic so much. He’s crazy. He’s wounded. He’s obsessed. He’s in love. He’s desperate. And Anakin makes Obi-Wan all these things too. Such a good modern au for these characters. They feel so close to their canon characters, it’s marvelous.

Where Every Mask Cracks by skyl_tales Notes: Explicit, a spin-off of one of their other fics, but can be standalone

Skyl_tales’ fics for me are the very definition of fandom classic. They were the first fics I read and I continue to reread them roughly maybe once every year at least. They’re just all very readable. The writing style is something I have always loved and envied – their fics are approachable and entertaining, no matter how much you know or don’t know about Star War at the time of your reading. Tbh I think this is the fic author who has influenced my writing the most! I love this fic in particular because I do have a soft spot for vaderwan. Old Ben being delightfully torn up over Vader and Vader being delightfully unhinged about his former master…..with a magical fix-it device that restores both of them to their younger, strongest selves (if only to make the fucking easier and the horny insatiable)

Gay Chicken by zimriya Notes: Explicit, enemies to lovers, light daddy kink

Where to begin with this fic!!! I guess I cannot stress enough how much I love humor in fics when done right and this is done so well. Like it is literally so funny and so normal. There is something so beautiful about putting these space monk superheroes into like. Just situations. This fic is about laundry. But also upstairs neighbors. But also lost loves??? I’m always a bit hesitant for fics with a lot of notes/messages, because I can find that hard to read, but this was very, very easy to read, both format-wise and flow of the story wise. I love them both being assholes to each other. Love them slowly becoming friends through notes under the monikers “501” and “212”. LOVE the twist.

wildest dreams by kidhuzural Notes: Explicit, 5+1 fic

Basically: Baby Anakin wants to get married to Obi-Wan. Teenager padawan Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Clone Wars Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wants to marry Clone Wars Anakin. I love love love fics that start out with baby padawan Anakin and have him grow up. It places so much emphasis on their master&padawan relationship and how important they were to each other before AOTC or TCW, which I think is the strongest basis for obikin. Also this Anakin is just so cute and Obi-Wan cares for his baby padawan so much!! All in all, this fic is just so sweet. Obsessed.

In Pursuit of Cold Water by @jswander Notes: Mature, Merman!Anakin

Can I have a fic rec list that doesn’t include this fic?? I love this fic. I think I reread it like twenty times while waiting for the last chapter, and it was worth it and gripping and incredible each time. I am fascinated by writers who can worldbuild, and Jo worldbuilds so well in this mermaid AU. I love the descriptions of their fins; the possessiveness, the hurt, the anger, the jadeness, and the naivete of Anakin somehow all existing in the same character and all being so justified. There’s some really heavy moments and also really silly moments (they dress Anakin up as an old lady to avoid detection at one point). I love the development of their relationship and especially the growth of their mental bond. Such a good translation of their Force bond in canon (and such a clever work-around for a mermaid not speaking English!) Just an amazing fic. So good.

The Devil’s In The Details by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, demon Anakin, darker!Anakin (because of the demon bit)

Back at it again with my Rag-writing obsession! I’m loving this WIP and how evil and innocent Anakin is. Yeah, he’s a demon haunting Obi-Wan’s new house; yeah, he’s killed like. A ton of people. But he’s so pathetic. So very eager to please. So very attractive. As a reader, you’re like Obi-Wan’s friend, Quinlan, who discovers Obi-Wan sleeping with a literal demon, and you’re like ‘bestie, do you not know? That’s a literal demon?’ and obi-wan is like ‘he is quite polite and does so good on our walks around town’ and you’re like ‘you’re taking him on walks???’ but also you can’t help but root for demon Anakin and poor decision-maker Obi-Wan. Also, once again, I love Rag’s humor and timing of it. The narration Obi-Wan has is so colorful and so fucking funny, I snort all the time. He’s such a bitch. He’s amazing.

By Omission by @posthumousvigor Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan au, drunk sex

This writer is very quickly becoming one of my favorites. I love their prose and the way they write Obi-Wan—especially padawan!Obi-Wan with Master Anakin. One of my favorite dynamics for obikin aus, and this writer gives me so much good food. TBH one of my all-time favorite cliches/tropes is one of them getting dressed up out of their Jedi robes to be put in Situations, and I especially love this for Obi-Wan cause Anakin got a whole movie of dressing up for funsies, and this fic delivers. Master Skywalker comes back early from a mission to find his padawan slutting it up in the Lower Levels, and what is a man to do other than snap?? And he snaps so beautifully in this fic. I love it when they’re horny beyond reason for each other.

how to stay by answersinahauntedclub Notes: Explicit, professor/student relationship

I know logically that this fic probably will not update again, but it is so beautiful and I think about it all the time. It is like. The peak of college/university aus in this fandom. Bold statement, I know, but I love this fic and characterization so much that I am stating it. They’re both disasters. They can’t resist each other even if they really, really should. It’s an incredible read and I am fascinated by both this Obi-Wan and this Anakin. Cannot stress enough the lovable disasters that they are. In writing this, I took an hour break and reread it again.

we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @obiwaned Notes: Teen, fake/pretend relationship

Getting this update notification felt like such a sweet sweet win for me. I loved the premise as soon as I read it and it just keeps getting better. Fake marriage for any reason is always amazing. I also LOVE non-linear timelines and this writer does it so well because you as the reader don’t get lost and confused trying to keep the timeline straight. It’s delectable, it’s straightforward, it’s so easy to devour, and I am obsessed with this fic and even the possibility of more.

Self-Insert by ZenyZootSuit Notes: Teen, crack

God this is so funny in a very crack way. Short and funny and perfect. Darth Vader writes self-insert fanfiction about being with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Darth Sidious finds out. Imperial secrets are leaked, but I’m sure those were important details he needed to include!! For context! Realism! Absolutely perfect; no notes.

Open Circle by Calyss Note: Explicit, Dark Obi-Wan, dom/sub (under)tones, seduction to the Dark side

This is also one of my annual rereads, and one of my absolute favorite Sith Obi-Wans in the fandom. I love how out of control this sith Obi-Wan is, how very obsessed with just Anakin he is. Sith Obi-Wan really said “he’s mine” and he’s gonna destroy Anakin’s marriage and the whole galaxy to prove it. And also Anakin is not going to say no or resist much at all because that’s his master and he loves him and has weird feelings for him he has not really examined. This is also such an id fic of mine. But no regrets putting it on the list. When I saw it updated in October 2022, I literally cleaned my room and improved my life before I sat down to read it.

How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by @sharpest-tongue Notes: Mature, Post Kenobi show

So many amazing fics came out of the Kenobi show but this absolutely has to be one of my favorites. There’s humor, there’s touching moments, there’s Star Wars lingo I didn’t know but that made the whole thing feel very much in-universe (and that I have now incorporated into my Star Wars Wikipedia slash Dictionary for later use, even if it’s all made up). I love a time travel fic, has to be said, and this one delivers perfectly. The Jedi as family in this fic really made me emotional. Extra special shout out to Obi-Wan, raising his padawan again in a do-over, and thinking, ‘i was not this bad as a teenager wtf?? Yeah ok whatever i MAY have fought in TWO WARS at that age but still!!!’ love him. Love his obvious blind spots for anakin and also for himself. Such a good fic!!!

broken bones, thunder drums by @maragny Notes: Teen, hurt/comfort

There is so much to love about this fic and I love it all. Clone War fics are like my bread and butter in this fandom. I love obikin fics that take place in the middle of battle where the reader is confronted with the reality of either Anakin or Obi-Wan fighting – and this fic really starts by throwing you into the action in such a visceral, effective way that I was stressed! I was gripped! It makes Anakin hiding his injury feel not only understandable but also like the only option. Good think Obi-Wan is there to save the day and help Anakin through his pain because he is overprotective and in love with him. Also the first chapter is told from Rex’s point of view, which just. One of my favorite outsider POVs for obikin is Rex.

no news is good news by @rhymenoceros Notes: Mature, crack, relationship reveal, breaking news/news cycle format

This fic is so funny! The tone is perfect for what the writer sets out to do — that is, make the reader feel like they’re caught up in a social media news cycle! There’s talk shows, there’s paparazzi, there’s space reddit, there’s leaked Jedi text conversations….the Jedi screen names are hilarious and easy to tell who is who while still staying true to the joke. Cannot recommend this fic enough. Cute, funny, horny, and with that sweet sweet Palpatine downfall that the best cracky fics always have.

Falling Deep Into You by @dark--whisperings Notes: Explicit, dom/sub tones, so much pining

Any fic that has the tag “Obi-Wan Kenobi is a freak in bed” has my attention and my interest. This writer describes Anakin subbing and Obi-Wan domming so very beautifully that it’s almost a manifesto in 8k. Lots of good sex here, but I really love the opening scene and the push and pull the writer’s given the characters. They want each other so much—Obi-Wan wants so much, but alas! Religious guilt on par with catholicism! Of course the nasty freaky sex fiend in Obi-Wan wins out over the Jedi Master, but I really enjoyed the guilt and the way he gives in and goes to find Anakin because of course he does. And then the ending! A resetting of the chess board so that the game can start over tomorrow. A great fic all in all!

you took my love so tenderly by @billboguspreston & @acrylicsalts-inspo Notes: Explicit, prince/guard dynamic, exhibitionism

I started reading this fic when it was first posted, and I followed it attentively and with baited breath. I love the reverse age dynamic (I know, it’s not for everyone, but I lovelovelove it), and I love that this Obi-Wan is such a spitfire. He knows what he wants and that’s for his silent, restrained, older, handsome bodyguard to snap and fuck him and he WILL brat his way into getting what he wants as is his right. Anakin being both incredibly horny (Anakin horny-gripping the pommel of his sword because Obi-Wan has decided to get off right in front of him to see if he can tempt him into fucking him) is amazing. Obi-Wan being both the aggressor and also the inexperienced one is chef’s fucking kiss and a dynamic I do not see often enough. So worth the read. And there may be more sequels??? Be still my beating heart!

I Wanna Be Owned by @kyberkenobi Notes: Explicit, 5+1 things, light BDSM

Speaking of horny grip lol, I had to think for a bit about which fic from this writer to choose because all of them are very good and very very smutty with all sorts of kinks and dynamics. The writer you go to for mean dom Obi-Wan and if you’re feeling up for discovering a kink you weren’t sure you were into before. There’s plenty of amazing fics on her ao3 (I was also immediately obsessed with the recent alpha/alpha one), but this fic is one of my favorites. I love the style of a 5+1 for a fic, and I am obsessed with casual slut (affectionate) Obi-Wan and Anakin’s blinders of his master slowly being pulled away until he HAS to confront the reason Obi-Wan can untie and hogtie a criminal they caught so damn quickly. It’s indecent. It’s amazing.

Our Man From Tatooine by kazmir Notes: Explicit, a/b/o dynamics, intersex omegas

This story is such a good, quick, enthralling read. I really can’t say much without spoiling it, but it’s worth the read. Dark Obikin, twists and turns, roleplaying, horny mates being unable to resist the other’s draw….so good….One of those fics I paused to reread while reccing it lol

Acts of Contrition by @marycontraire Notes: A series, ranging from Gen - Explicit

Cheating a little bit to rec you all a series instead because I just reread this fic series and fell in love with it all over again. Literally a fandom classic for me. The world building is amazing, the realism and research really pays off because it creates such a rich world for people to dive into. The Tatooine culture is so rich and interesting, and I love this Anakin especially. It’s a very realistic take on if Anakin had been expelled from the Order for the Tusken massacre. This Anakin is darker and clingier and Obi-Wan is trying to keep himself level and sane and something Anakin can cling to while still being a Jedi in all but name. Every installment of this series is gold and worth reading as quickly as possible just to have this in your mind faster. Also worth a slow read to savor it because unfortunately, you can only read a fic series like this for the first time once.

You can call me baby (you can call me love) by @lilredghost Notes: Explicit, 5 + 1

This fic is so sweet that I honestly forgot it was explicit - even though, yes, it opens with a sex scene lmao! But I love this writer’s explicit fics so much (their ao3 is worth a browse) that I am not disappointed in it being explicit, no sir. Obi-Wan gets upset when Anakin calls him an old man repeatedly and I’ve read this fic so much that when I see repeated use of “old man” in other fics I’m like “! no! His feelings!!!” this fic ALSO has anakin calling obi-wan baby <3 so good so sweet so perfect.

take my hand through the flames by @atornpage Notes: Explicit, vaderwan, seduction to the Dark Side

Oh this may just be the WIP I am most excited to see updated! It’s such a clever and unique concept that I’m on the edge of my seat to see where the writer takes the story next. There are not enough stories where a character falls into a coma and time passes around them, and this is so perfect. I adore fics where baby Anakin is clingy and obsessed with Obi-Wan and everyone around them is like ‘this is not REALLY the Jedi way, guys’, and this fic has SO much of that. I can’t wait to see all the promises of the tags come to fruition and am massively enjoying the ride to get there!

Heal Me, My Darling by @wasureneba Notes: Explicit, sick fic, idiots in love

Who doesn’t love a sick fic?? The tender healing…the care…the rotten work…not to me, not if it’s you, etc etc…this fic is such a good sick fic too, I was here for the entire thing! Anakin is in top whiny form and Obi-Wan is cuddling him left and right! I also love Anakin having a praise kink in this fic – it made me soft and so receptive to the idea again when I was getting tired of seeing it as a default in a ton of fics. But this fic said “Obi-Wan tells Anakin he’s doing good while touching his ass to administer a very important for plot reasons shot and Anakin bursts into flames” and I said “absolutely and understandable, please tell me what happens next.” This is like a perfect sick fic for me. The right balance of sweet and horny. Caring Obi-Wan and whiny because he’s bored! Anakin. God-tier combination.

Νόστος by NFx Notes: Explicit, stockholm syndrome typical of hades & persephone aus

I am always here for a good Hades&Persephone AU and I feel like this is a great one! I especially love AUs that carefully place Star Wars GFFA characters into an established world (like Greek mythology in this case), and take care to match up the side characters of the GFFA with the AU characters they’re being transposed on. I like the pace and narration of this one too, the way the tone feels both readable and still old — the dialogue and narration don’t read like a BBC documentary set in Ancient Greece where everyone just sort of speaks like they’re in a Shakespeare play for some reason, but it’s still sorta oldish/stiffer dialogue that really keeps you in the fic universe without alienating readers. Also, horny. But dark horny. Love a darker Anakin.

Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs Notes: Teen

One of my all-time favorites, I think, and if you haven't read it or haven't reread it recently, you need to! There's so much tension build up and detail put in with such an amazing pay off that I could literally read this fic every month and probably find something new to enjoy all over again. I don't even have strong opinions about mace training anakin, but this fic convinced me it could work and work really well. also poor poor obi-wan </3 his emotional support padawan goes missing </3 but then is found :) as a twunk :)

#asks #obikin #obikin fic recs #me: im gonna focus and write my fic #also me: jk here is 4k of fic recs #i hope you enjoy!! i actually spent like 2 nights on this lol #combing through my history #tried to also spotlight some writers i like a lot but dont really see recc'ed #also psa if you have a tumblr pls link it to it on your ao3 #for kit #my notes are so silly i am sorry #i don't have kit's opinion corner often #so i shoved all my opinions into 4k of nonsense fic review #me: i hope peoplee like my fic list :)#also me: posts at the weirdest times where most people are not online :)

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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I cancel the tmc labrats au? since it seems to me that I do not see more about the fic or that it shows an end. maybe so you can concentrate with the Tmc "home"

Oh, no i'm. not canceling it whatsoever, I still have interest in it. Just been distracted with the HSH au, plus haven't gotten around to writing the second fic.

#asks are neat #tmc labrats au #I realize I. haven't posted any fics about it aside from the prologue-#Started the fic about the BPS but. got distracted by other things-#I'm still working on it. just. slow in terms of content right now-

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jenniejjun · 1 year

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oii, meu amor, minha vida 🩷💭 você faria algo com o haechan pra mim? O que você quiser

I MIGHT CHANGE YOUR CONTACT TO 'DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE'.

PAR: lee donghyuck x leitora!fem

GÊNERO: established relationship, smut, college!au

avisos: 2000s au porque eu só consigo aceitar essa estética meio maneater das ideias se não for nessa época, ambos são maiores de idade e estão na faculdade, leitora é popularzinha das ideias mas é um amorzinho (sem cair no estereótipo hein) e o hyuck tb, consumo de álcool e cannabis, essa fic contém o lucas galera então se vocês não gostarem dele recomendo passar reto nessa, menção à outros idols (jungkook do bts, jennie do bp, nayeon do twice), leve nipple play (bem leve mesmo), umas mãozinhas bobas aqui e ali, leitora e haechan são bem melosinhos, oral (haechan recebe).

nós mulheres meio barbie da margot robbie das ideias! omg, uma fic com um título que não seja uma música da taylor swift? olá querides, voltei! então galera, estava matutando como fazer essa ask da @tyongbrat quando me deparei com uma playlist com todos os ícones dos anos 2000 e me ocorreu de fazer uma temática dos neos na faculdade! não pude perder a oportunidade, espero que tenha ficado do agrado amgggg! e eu amei escrever nesse universo, se quiserem pedir mais coisinha dele hihi

A casa de fraternidade estava tão lotada que você mal sabia como couberam lá dentro, mas jamais perderia a primeira festa após as provas. Era onde todo mundo ia curtir, extravasar, depois de quebrar a cabeça com um amontoado de papéis que definia se você ia passar o restante do semestre chorando ou comemorando. E é claro que os Neos nunca deixariam essa oportunidade passar batido.

Eles eram a fraternidade mais conhecida do campus, 23 garotos extremamente atraentes e bem dotados— pelo que se diziam nos corredores—, juntos eles formavam a Neo Culture Technology. Era o tipo de fraternidade que só legados conseguiam entrar, filhos de gente rica que há muito também já fizeram parte, ou pessoas extremamente sortudas.

Você se sentia imensamente orgulhosa de se gabar por ter Lee Donghyuck como seu namorado, um desses 23 garotos. O motivo de muitas calcinhas por aí caírem com apenas um olhar dele, mas você evitava pensar muito sobre isso. Sabe que seu namorado apenas tem olhos para você.

Olhando em volta, você ignora as pessoas ao seu redor te encarando e continua empurrando seu espaço pela multidão, agarrada a mão de Jennie Kim que trazia Im Nayeon atrás de si.

"Calma aí gente, esses saltos 'tão me matando!", Nayeon reclamou ajustando a bolsa de marca nos ombros. Você revirou os olhos projetando os lábios em um biquinho fofo e brilhoso com seu gloss. "Por que a pressa, gatinha? Você vai ver ele a noite toda."

Jennie te encarou maliciosa seguindo os passos, segurando a cara de nojo quando um rapaz vomitou perto de seus pés. "É, mas ela não vê a hora de engolir a carinha dele, né?"

Mostrou sua língua para ela, rindo.

"A gente prometeu dar um tempo essa semana pra focar nas provas, só tô com saudade!", você explicou carente e se aproveitou da proximidade para tombar seu ombro com o da amiga. "E não é como se você também não 'tivesse louca pra ver o Tae."

Quando encontrou o silêncio como sua resposta e a risada estrondosa de Nayeon, tomou o argumento como vencido. Passaram por uma cortina de fumaça para, então, se depararem com Mark Lee e Wong Yukhei com cigarros na mão. O cheiro forte de maconha fez sua cabeça doer de levinho, mas você sorriu feliz ao ver os amigos.

"Ih, alá! Se liga em quem apareceu", Yukhei sorriu já abrindo os braços. Você não demorou muito para cumprimentá-lo, logo após Mark.

"Até parece que a gente ia perder", você respondeu rolando as órbitas afetuosamente. Observou Jennie murmurar um 'chega pra lá' para Wong e pegar o cigarro de sua mão, Nayeon já pegava o copo de Mark enquanto ele enchia um novo para si.

"Papo reto, essa festa 'tava um porre antes de vocês chegarem", Lee exclamou descendo o álcool no copinho vermelho que segurava. Você segurou a risada quando Jennie se pronunciou divertida:

"Tá todo galante por quê, hein, Marquinhos? A Nayeon não vai dormir contigo não, desencana!"

"Ah, Jennie, vai pra porra!", eles responderam juntos rindo.

Você se dispersou um pouco, procurando seu namorado. Qualquer vestígio dos cabelos desarrumados ou dos olhinhos pretinhos que você tanto ama, encontrou quase todos ali, menos ele. Jaehyun pegando alguma menina do segundo semestre, Yuta e Shotaro jogavam alguma variação de strip poker com alguns garotos e garotas, Jeno e Jaemin conversando mais calmamente e até acenaram quando te viram. O fez de volta.

"Tá procurando o Hycuk?", Yukhei indagou com um sorrisinho sacana. Te conhecia bem, na verdade, você não fazia muita questão de esconder. Jennie e Nayeon riam do seu jeitinho 'despretensioso' ao procurá-lo por aquelas cabeças adultas.

"Tô, sabe onde ele tá?"

"Por favor, diz logo pra ela antes que essa coitada exploda", Nayeon zombou. Você mostrou o dedo do meio pra ela em retorno. "Te amo amiga!"

"Ama nada, sua traíra", você murmurou brincalhona quando Mark chamou sua atenção apontando pro lado de fora. O copo na boca, no entanto, te fez grunhir. Não estava sendo muito claro.

"Tá jogando beer pong com uns caras do Bangtan, vai lá que 'cê encontra ele", o seu amigo continuou generoso. Você, animadinha, arrumou sua saia e jogou sua bolsa pra Jennie.

"Vai lá, gatinha, mas fica com o celular e manda mensagem se for ficar", ela avisou te devolvendo o aparelho e você praticamente correu pra fora.

O motivo de não tê-lo visto foi porque a mesa ficava basicamente afastada, bem pertinho da piscina, mas lá estava ele. Em toda sua glória. O Lee portava uma roupa bem mais simples do que estava acostumada, o que te indicava que os meninos, provavelmente, tiveram de arrastá-lo da cama para tal festa. A camiseta preta combinava perfeitamente com a correntinha de prata que ele usava, um presente seu.

Mal pôde conter o sorriso ao se aproximar do homem, mirando distraidamente uma bolinha de ping pong em um dos copos antes que seus amigos abrissem caminho para que você o surpreendesse. Cutucando brevemente seu ombro, esperou que o menino se virasse para que pudesse se perder na imensidade escura que eram suas irises. Você nem se preocupou em segurar o risinho divertido que escapou de seus lábios ao ver o sorrisinho sacana e preguiçoso no rosto de seu namorado se formando.

"Princesa", ele chamou abrindo os bracinhos. O jogo já havia sido esquecido quando você pulou nos braços dele para que trocassem um beijo demorado.

Mataram toda a saudade naquilo. Suas línguas dançavam indolentes, esquecendo-se rapidamente do público ao redor. Seu gloss labial se misturando com a boca dele, sentindo o gostinho de cereja que os brilhos traziam. Um ardor se instalou no seu ventre e você apertou as pernas ainda no abraço dele. Haechan tinha te levantado minimante do chão, seus braços se cruzando abaixo de sua bunda, por baixo da saia que usava.

"Arrumem um quarto, pô, ninguém é obrigado a ver isso não!", Jeon Jungkook brincou de algum canto, você honestamente não conseguia distinguir tão imersa naqueles lábios chupando os seus e deixando os arredores de sua boca vermelhos.

"A gente vai", Hyuck murmurou contra você sorrindo devagarinho. Te olhando tão lascivo enquanto te descia para o chão, você podia jurar que ele era o próprio anjo caído da perdição. Seu diabo pessoal.

Manhosa, você gemeu baixinho o beliscando.

"Ei, ei, calma!", o moreno riu enlaçando seus dedos.

"Passamos muito tempo separados, cara! Não posso sentir falta do meu namorado?", você resmungou agarrando o braço dele enquanto se afastavam dali. Conhecia excepcionalmente bem aquele caminho, a casa da piscina já entrava em seu campo de visão. "Ih, não reclamo mais."

"Hm, bom mesmo", o rapaz respondeu de volta te juntando a ele. Sua mão lhe puxando para perto por suas nádegas te fez soltar um riso estrangulado enquanto batia nos braços dele. "Fica quietinha aí enquanto eu abro, vai."

Você ofegou abrindo a boca em um perfeito 'O', em falso choque com a audácia de seu namorado.

"Que audácia é essa, Donghyuck?", você indagou risonha. O namorado revirava o molinho de chaves na mão irritadiço com a demora, você não pôde evitar de ver graça no menino. Sem se aguentar, você grudou os lábios no pescoço do moreno deixando sua trilha de beijinhos e mordidas ali. "Você tá tão lindinho hoje."

Chupando o ponto entre a juntura de seu pomo de seu pomo de adão e sua traqueia, você escutou o ofegar do namorado que ainda tentava abrir a porta do local. Sacana, você escorregou suas mãos pelo corpo dele. Uma delas na bunda dele, a outra segurando os fiozinhos pequenos em sua nuca. Puxando de levinho conforme fazia seu estrago na garganta do rapaz.

"E você toda safada", o Lee respondeu te apertando contra si. Afastou seu rostinho da curvatura do pescoço dele, os dedos dele fincavam em sua nuca num aperto gostoso que te fez sorrir preguiçosa. Os lábios inchados dele pareciam extremamente convidativos. "Sentiu tanto assim a minha falta, é?"

Você assentiu, fechando a distância entre vocês. Beijava ele de forma ociosa, deixando com que sua uma de suas pernas se encaixasse perfeitamente entre as dele aproximando suas intimidades. Você gemeu, sem vergonha nenhuma, quando ouviu o click da porta atrás de você. Não demorou muito para Haechan te empurrar para dentro e fechar a única guarnição que os separava da grande festa de fraternidade.

"Uhum", você murmurou contra os lábios dele. Enquanto Haechan mordia sua boca, você desabotoava a blusinha social que usava com a saia combinando. Assim que a peça caiu no chão, você sentiu o ar gelado bater contra seus pontinhos sensíveis e eriçados pelo tesão. Entre cada beijo, você falava:

"Daqui a pouco", beijo. "Vou ter que mudar seu contato", outro beijo. "Pra 'proibido me deixar'", mais um beijo. "'Sozinha'."

"A ideia foi sua", ele quis rebater. As mãos grandes de Hyuck foram para seus peitos, sempre obcecado, você anotou mentalmente risonha. Os dedos ágeis brincavam com os mamilos, os girando devagarinho.

"Nem sei onde eu 'tava com a cabeça", você respondeu tirando a camisa dele. A visão do peitoral bem manuseado do namorado te fez grunhir, jogou a cabeça pra trás quando ele abocanhou um de seus seios brincando com ele. "Dongsookie."

"Gostosa demais, puta que me pariu"

Você gargalhou em meio aos sons pecaminosos que seus lábios inchados soltavam, travando uma batalha entre suas mãos e o corpo dele para achar o cinto do rapaz. Demorou um pouco, mas você achou. Cintilante contra o escuro do cômodo, mas foi nele que se apoiou ao ajoelhar na frente de Lee Donghyuck com o sorriso mais pervertido que podia.

"Bebê...", ele chamou em tom de aviso.

"Shhh, fica quietinho e aproveita, vai!", você respondeu adaptando as palavras anteriores dele. O feitiço se voltando contra o feiticeiro, notou, abrindo a peça de roupa para liberar o falo rijo do coreano. Ele te xingou brincalhão, mas obedeceu suspirando.

Enquanto você masturbava o membro, dando lambidinhas tímidas aqui e ali, escutou ele dizer:

"Vou precisar tá te fazendo futura mãe dos meus filhos, não vai ter como", resmungou desconexo e você não pôde deixar de sentir borboletinhas na barriga.

Enfiando o pau lentamente na boca, respirando com clareza para não engasgar, você ficou ali vendo o moreno se transformar em nada com os seus movimentos. Fazendo a cabeça dele girar e girar, pensar somente em você e nada ao mesmo tempo. A sensação era incrível pra cacete.

#₊‧ ˖ ࣪ ་ 🐇 works by vivi #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #lee donghyuck smut #lee haechan smut #lee donghyuck x reader #lee haechan x reader #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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No, it’s not lasik

pairing: matthew x foreign student reader

genre: university au on crack (same verse as a little crazy and sunbaenim), fluff, comedy

tw/tags: teen movie makeover matt ver., pls just google lasik, mattbin unfounded allegaytions, zb1/bp side characters for comedy, a lot of banter, matt not curing a lot is canon but reader does and it's contagious, yes i love descriptions, cha woongki iconic queen, yaebin another iconic queen, the rain is a paid actor, wet tshirts, kinda stripping, kissing, making out, matt's still a loser but we love him, hanbin bday fic spoiler lowkey

wc: 2200

summary: matthew decided to give himself a makeover during your summer break.

a/n this is dedicated to @seok02, she loves matt and uni aus so here's a bit of both, i did my best, hope you like it nina~

Check my pinned for more fics~

It’s not on purpose. You just can’t stop staring. And before you can think, he’s staring back and you blurt it out.

“You’re blond.”

Matthew pauses as if he doesn’t know how to respond to that. You don’t blame him.

“Yes I am?”

You have no idea how to respond to this either.

When you and Matthew met as freshmen, he had a mop of brown hair that somewhat resembled a halfway bowl cut, chunky glasses that often slipped off his nose and a penchant for outfits that were at least 2 sizes bigger than his body. And you found him absolutely adorable. You also thought he was dating Sung Hanbin from the way he and the older boy seemed practically attached at the hip and their whole childhood friendship arc.

It was only towards the end of that year when you found out that he and Hanbin, in fact, did not like each other that way. And also Hanbin was someone else’s slightly manic boyfriend with his subtle psycho tendencies that you’ve had the absolute displeasure of witnessing. In your defence, he also got like that with Matthew sometimes so it’s not like your assumption was entirely baseless.

Now back to the situation at hand.

“So did you finally get lasik?”

“Uh, contacts? And I still have glasses, you know, just in case.”

You goggle at the trendy, wire-rimmed frames he’s holding in place of the thick, hipster ones he used to sport. Also, since when did Seok Matthew show his biceps and have they always been this large? Did someone burn his closet and replace all those oversized shirts and pants for muscle tees and straight jeans?

Maybe it’s just you but you feel the beginning of a headache trying to digest all…this. You narrow your eyes and let your exact thoughts at the moment run its course.

“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to Seok Matthew?

He sputters. Before he can answer, the door opens and Zhang Hao walks in. The senior stares at Matthew for a good ten seconds before producing a perfectly pleasant expression and saying.

“Oh Matthew, new haircut?”

Well, at least you’re not the only one. Now Matthew just looks sheepish.

“Something like that hyung.”

Chen Kuanjui follows shortly after Hao. Apparently his response to opening the door and getting jumpscared by Matthew’s new look is to freeze, eyes growing two sizes, spine arched, sort of like a cat who isn’t sure whether they’re actually in danger or it’s a prank. Several other members of the foreign student society arrive with varying degrees of reactions.

By the time Kamden slouches in, you’re almost expecting something other than his usual expression.

“Good morning,” he says to the whole group in general, eyes lazily wandering around the room before settling on Matthew. Like Hao, he takes a few good seconds to process. Then, he says.

“Matthew-ah, I don’t know what kind of drugs you were on when you decided to bleach your hair, get lasik and get dressed by some Kpop stylist but I want some of that.”

He sits down. Jay laughs. Nobody else does, probably because the only English speakers present at the moment are the four of you. Matthew sinks deeper into his seat, thoroughly flustered and bright red from all the unexpected comments.

“It’s contacts, not lasik” He mumbles, probably to Kamden. You decide now is the best time to avoid eye contact with everyone else in the room. Also, you don’t want to get caught staring at Matthew’s biceps as he flails frantically after nearly falling off his chair.

At least whatever the fuck happened over the summer didn’t come with an attitude change.

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“Soo, who talked you into this? Yaebin? She’s been wanting to burn your homeless clothes for ages.”

“Shut up,” Matthew passes you a spoon. “And they aren’t homeless clothes.”

After the foreign student society meeting finished up, you had a sudden craving for patbingsu and like the good friend he is, he offered to split with you.

“Mhmm, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” You start digging into the shaved ice. Matthew snatches one of the rice cakes you were eyeing.

“Bitch, I wanted that.” You give him the most offended expression you can muster.

“Sucks to be you, I guess.” He still passes you another one. You eat it before he gets any sneaky ideas.

Later, he’s the one who’s looking at you betrayed.

“You went to Japan and you didn’t tell me?? Fake friend, what the fuck.”

“Excuse me, I said my family went to Japan while I was in Australia. I didn’t go with them, thank fuck, I needed some me time.”

“But still,” Great, now he’s pouting. “There’s like a ton of limited edition figures that I would like die to have.”

You swear your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. This absolute dork.

“Then you go to Japan, damn, sue me I guess.”

“Uhuh, with whose money though?”

“I mean now that you’re hot and everything, I heard models get to travel for shoots and stuff.”

“Wah, you think I’m hot?”

Dammit, you’ve been caught. Retreat. Retreat.

“I was joking, forgot that models were supposed to be tall.”

“...shut up.”

“He isn’t going to deny it, I guess.”

“I will eat all of these rice cakes.”

“Bitch, don’t you dare.”

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Once you’ve gotten over yourself and realised that Matthew is the same nerdy, disgustingly nice person that you know and love (and still kinda have a crush on, not like you’re planning to admit that anytime soon), it’s easy to fall back into your usual routines. Unfortunately, the rest of campus has not gotten over themselves like you have. It’s (really) annoying.

“Omo, is that Seok Matthew or did you finally get a hot boyfriend to walk you to class?”

You sigh. Cha Woongki was a delight to sit with most of the time but he can be a shade bit dramatic. He isn’t the only one. You’ve definitely spotted a bunch of the girls (and even a few guys) whispering and throwing glances when Matthew drops you off at your lecture room. It’s one of those little things the two of you do after figuring out which classes you have for the semester.

“It’s just Matthew.”

“Lock him up, omg. You need to stake your claim on those biceps before some other person gets their claws into him.”

“Please, I can't just do that.”

“Like it’s hard? He’s like halfway in love with you, honestly, all you have to do is put a hand on those muscles, bat your pretty little eyes and tell him these babies are yours and he’ll give them to you.”

Maybe you’d take this more seriously if Woongki hadn't just given a live demo of what he wanted you to do on the unfortunate person that decided to sit on his other side. Lee Jeonghyeon eyes you both nervously before shifting so there’s at least three seats between him and Woongki.

“He’s not in love with me.”

“And I don’t want to kiss Jeonghyeonie, go figure.”

Jeonghyeon stands up and moves to a different row. You sigh again.

When class ends, Matthew’s already waiting for you outside, shifting nervously as a group of girls linger nearby, giggling and glancing over at him

“How was class?”

“Kinda chill, seongsaengnim was more on doing practical work today so I didn’t lose as many brain cells, you?”

“I think my head might explode.”

“Yikes, that bad?”

“Yeah. Oh, by the way, we’re gonna drive out somewhere on the weekend, wanna come?”

“...You can’t drive though.”

“Sorry, I mean Hanbin-hyung is going to drive us, some kind of day trip thing, they’re still figuring out if we can do an overnight, maybe some camping, it’ll be fun.”

“Hmmm”

“You should go.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Eyyy, go already, come onnn.”

“.....”

“I’ll pay for food?”

“..Okay fine.”

“Nice! It’s going to be fun, I promise.”

Well, if Matthew looks that excited, you’re pretty sure it’s going to be fun. Honestly, you didn’t need that much convincing but you can’t keep caving every time he uses his sunshine smile like that. (you still do, though).

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Because Matthew agreed to pay for your food, you’re doing groceries together the day before the trip. By together, you mean Matthew pushes the cart and you pick out the goods and very occasionally you argue over the merits of a certain snack or whether you really need to bring that much alcohol for a potentially overnight trip. (you do)

Any good relationship friendship is all about compromise.

“You’re seriously making me broke this early in the sem?” He tells you once you get to check-out.

“You offered, no take backs.”

He pays for it anyway and insists on carrying most of the bags. No, you are not looking at the way his biceps are straining especially when his clumsy ass nearly faceplants as you walk out.

Of course that’s when it starts raining like hell froze over and decided to come at you. Both of you start laughing and swearing like absolute idiots and you make the cardinal mistake of looking Matthew in the eye.

Apparently getting hot over the summer means that he looks devastatingly Kdrama male lead attractive in the rain. His hair manages to maintain that wet look that happens to be showing forehead. Droplets of water dripping down his face and neck like the rain decided to be a paid actor when it made contact with his body. And his eyes crinkle and he’s smiling and you feel your heart drop into your ass and then levitate out of your body like it sprouted wings. Seriously, how can he look at you like that when you probably look like a drowned rat?

You’re tracking puddles as you reach his dorm room, shoving the wet plastic grocery bags to the side and grabbing towels.

“We gotta change.” Matthew notes. And with absolutely no warning, he begins to take off his shirt. You’re in hell.

First of all, today, of all days was when Matthew decided to wear a white shirt. Which means you are treated to a nearly transparent and downright illegal view of wet fabric plastered to the ripped muscles of his back, shoulder muscles moving as he tries to peel the shirt off. And you can’t even get started on his arms, they’ve been the bane of your existence for days. And because he’s an idiot, he’s actually struggling to get his shirt off, seconds dragging out your agony. He turns and you catch sight of his bare abs and your brain-to-mouth filter decides to unalive itself.

“Okayy, damn, I didn’t ask for a strip show.”

Matthew looks up and you’re suddenly struck by the horrible feeling that both of you know you’re checking him out. Maybe the rain got into his brain too because he proceeds to walk up to you, open his mouth and say the most unSeok Matthew thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“You know you like it.”

Dead silence. Maybe you’ve actually died because you can’t believe he just said that. Also you’re so sure you’re blushing because you’re being treated to a front-row view of how his wet shirt plasters against the outline of his abs and pecs. It’s kinda, really fucking unfair. Finally, you look up at him and muster the most unimpressed look you can because that line was so bad and he’s such a fucking dork but also you might as well shoot your shot.

“...Bitch, just kiss me already.”

Matthew kisses you already. It’s great. He somehow manages to be warm against you even though you’re both absolutely soaked. There’s a lot of free real estate to grab onto so you’ve finally got your hands on his biceps, squeezing them as he catches your bottom lip between his. He tastes faintly of mint and also those fruit popsicles you had earlier. His hands slide down to your sides, rolling up your wet shirt a little so he can thumb over your bare skin. Something hot explodes in your stomach as his lips press warm against your neck.

It’s really fucking hot except you’re both still wet and gross from the rain and Matthew nearly slips and gives both of you concussions. You burst out laughing as he apologises sheepishly.

“For the record,” You tell him later once you’re showered and dry and on his couch wearing his hoodie with your legs on his lap. “I liked you with those nerdy glasses even if you dressed like Seo Taji and Boys decided to make a comeback.”

“Yaebin said the same thing.” He pouted. “But you were all over that acting major last year and I thought he was your type.”

You choke. “Bak Doha? I went on like two dates with him and one of them was because Woongki dared me too. Second one was because he was actually a nice guy and I felt bad so I treated him out for chicken.”

“Eyyy, next time only treat me out for chicken.”

“...be glad I still find you cute.”

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My favorite One Direction fics that take place in a dystopian universe as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

💥 Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse

(E, 168k, soulmates au) When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.

💥 With a whimper by @kitundercover

(M, 132k, slow burn) Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

💥 Praise the Mutilated World by @creamcoffeelou, delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 106k, a/b/o) An enemies to lovers dystopian au where Harry is an elite alpha and Louis is a rebel omega with too much to fight for.

💥 landscapes of war (series) by orphan_account

(M, 99k, politics) Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.

💥 waving to the hard times by @beardyboyzx

(NR, 80k, a/b/o) Twenty-five years ago, a group of alpha soldiers led a revolution to dispose of the beta oppressive monarchy.

💥 Last Day Alive by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 42k, rebellion leader Louis) Harry Styles was born to the leader of the Following - the organization that keeps their world peaceful and just.

💥 Barren Souls by @snowy38

(E, 37k, Handsmaid Tale inspired) Organic men and women are no longer fertile and only genetically modified humans are permitted to procreate.

💥 You Try To Be Everything (I Need) by @lululawrence

(NR, 36k, magic) Louis embarks on the journey of a lifetime where he uses his newly developed abilities to search for his friend, even when it takes him to places he never thought he would see while surmounting trials he never could have imagined.

💥 nursing on a poison by forthetherapy / @forthetherapyy

(E, 28k, enemies to lovers) louis is one of many children stolen from their families to be raised by the upper class of the inner circle

💥 solid as a stone (when everything is gone) by cinemayougot

(M, 20k, zombies) it's the zombie apocalypse and Louis is stuck with Harry, with whom he shares a complicated relationship with

💥 The Post-War BP by @jaerie

(E, 17k, a/b/o) To ensure the survival of the country, the government opens The Breeding Program where young omegas can apply to carry an alpha's child in exchange for benefits.

💥 the beauty of the blistering sky by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou

(E, 14k, post-apocalypse) He plans to make the journey alone, but a twist of fate brings him Harry, a stranger with a kind smile in a world that's forgotten what kindness means.

💥 Amor Deliria Nervosa by Chelsea Frew / @chelsea-frew

(E, 13k, angst) In a world in which love has been outlawed, two boys meet and fall in love at first sight.

💥 it's time to find your wings again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 12k, prison guard Louis) His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe.

💥 my love will never leave you by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 10k, established relationship) In a world where memories are used as currency, Louis will do anything it takes for Harry to get better.

💥 never coming home by rainbowsandgucci

(M, 8k, war) Later, after the lantern has been blown out and their emotions have been sated, Louis presses a kiss to Harry’s chest, and whispers into the darkness. “What if you hadn’t come home?”

💥 across the river is where my heart is by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 8k, girl direction) She remembers carefully raising her hand and waving—her little heart beating hard in her chest, as if she had done something dangerous, something forbidden, even though back then she could not understand the true divide the River made amongst them.

💥 Simple Gifts by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 6k, grief) the fic where Louis realizes the end of the world doesn't mean you stop living

💥 Rebels (series) by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(G, 5k, rescue mission) In a world ruined by environmental catastrophes and extreme wealth concentration, attacks against the government and the rich that started out as local riots but became a global movement.

—Rare Pairs—

💥 I Built A Home for You, for Me by aimmyarrowshigh, thediamondskies

(E, 70k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) In the year 2114, Nick Grimshaw is the voice behind the morning broadcast for a new England’s BBC—the voice behind the Counsel heading an England that has regained international supremacy through colonialism and violence, and domestic supremacy through the oppression of its people.

💥 Aftermath by StormDancer

(M, 11k, Zayn/Louis) In that other world, when Louis hadn’t won Zayn in a card game. When the chains around Zayn’s wrists that kept him with Louis were emotion, not gold.

#ficrec #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hltracks #1dsource

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