#I asked to try Z since X and Y are things that I already tried and did nothing (which I had told her!!!)

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Vampire!Han Jisung x Reader | Blood hunger. Bad decisions. He called you “baby” with fangs in your neck and kissed you like he was starving

🔞synopsis: Han Jisung didn’t mean to disappear for three years—turning into a vampire wasn’t exactly on his to-do list. But now you’re back in his life, sitting across from him like nothing changed, warm and alive and smelling so good it makes his fangs ache. He’s trying to behave. Really. But you’re laughing at his bad excuses, leaning too close, wearing shorts that should be illegal—and Jisung’s rings are buzzing like alarm bells, his control hanging by a thread. One ramen dinner turns into a beer-soaked confession. One late-night taxi turns into his mouth on your pulse. And one messy, desperate night on his couch turns into something worse—because once he tastes you, he knows he’s fucked.

💌a/n: FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. i swore to myself i wasn’t gonna do this again after changbin’s fic—i really thought i learned my lesson—but here we are. i had to split this into two parts because apparently han jisung’s vampire pussy-drunk brainrot doesn’t know how to shut up. part 2 is HERE. click it. cliiiiiiick it. do it. i dare you. threatening you. click it. p.s. reblogs = clear skin, forehead kisses from jisung, and cookies p.p.s. if jisung sounds unhinged it’s because he is unhinged. i just report the facts. p.p.p.s. i didn’t mean to make it this filthy. (that’s a lie.)

⚠️ warnings: 18+ / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | heavy makeout session → couch → full sex progression | oral sex (f!receiving) - starved, messy eating out for you (spitting, tongue-fucking, overstim hints) | dirty talk & praise | possessiveness | unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up sluts) | biting / vampire feeding during sex | marking & bruising | oversensitivity & overstimulation | cockdrunk reader | feral pace | possessive aftercare vibes

📌 Please read responsibly. Stretch. Stay hydrated. Do not encourage him by saying “maybe.” He will combust.

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

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Han Jisung had always been loud.

Loud laugh, loud footsteps, loud way of saying your name when he spotted you across the street like you weren’t already running toward him. The two of you had been inseparable since you were eight—his house was where you learned to eat kimchi pancakes without crying, yours was where he stole your Wi-Fi to marathon anime until your mom kicked him out.

By high school, he was still loud, but he had grown into it. There were guitar picks in his pockets, scribbled lyrics in the margins of his math notebook, and that restless energy that always made you feel like if you stood too close, you might catch fire.

You did catch fire. Quietly.

A crush that started as little things—his stupid grin when he called you “shorty,” the way he shoved snacks into your hand before you even asked. By the time you were twenty-one, you couldn’t look at him lying on your living room floor, head pillowed on his arms, without wondering what his lips would feel like on yours.

You never said anything. You didn’t want to ruin the best thing you had.

And then—

One night, he just… vanished.

No fight, no goodbye, nothing. His number went straight to voicemail. His family didn’t even know where he’d gone; his mom just said he was “traveling” and sent you polite smiles when you asked too many questions. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into a year.

You tried to move on, but he lingered in little ways. Every time you heard a loud laugh in public, you turned your head. Every time you passed his favourite convenience store, you slowed down, half-expecting him to walk out with instant ramen in hand.

PRESENT DAY — THREE YEARS LATER

The message sat in your phone for a full hour before you pressed send.

Hey. Are you ghosting me forever or can I at least buy you ramen?

You didn’t expect a reply. You’d already convinced yourself he was long gone, living some secret life you weren’t meant to know about.

But three minutes later, your phone buzzed.

[JISUNG] Ramen? …I guess I owe you that much.

Your chest tightened.

Jisung stared at his own reply long after sending it, thumb hovering over the screen like he could unsend it with sheer willpower.

He shouldn’t be doing this.

He was sitting in his Nocté Labs office, monitors glowing with bloodcode encryption scripts, silver rings clicking against his desk as he spun them nervously. Somewhere, a fetal-compensating serum bubbled in its enchanted vial, a reminder that he wasn’t human anymore.

Three years ago, he’d thought cutting you off was the only way to keep you safe. Nocté Labs had given him control—biometric venom locks, soulbond stabilisers, rules to keep people like you alive. But the second your name lit up his phone, it all burned away.

You were the only piece of his human life left untouched.

And now you wanted ramen. With him.

He ran a hand through his hair, heart pounding in a rhythm he hadn’t felt in years. His fangs ached. He could already imagine the sound of your laugh, the heat of your skin if you leaned in too close.

This is a bad idea.

Jisung was still staring at his phone like it might bite him back when the office door slammed open.

“Hyung, you forgot to lock the venom cabinets again—”

Jeongin’s voice cut off when he spotted the look on Jisung’s face.

Felix peeked over Jeongin’s shoulder, holding a blood-stabiliser vial in one hand. “Uh… why do you look like someone just told you your bloodcode got leaked?”

“Get out.” Jisung’s voice cracked halfway through the words.

Jeongin ignored him entirely, strolling in like he owned the lab. “Oh my god, you’re blushing. Are you blushing? What did you do?”

Felix followed, setting the vial down carefully before leaning against Jisung’s desk with a cat-like grin. “Better question—who texted you?”

Jisung slammed his phone face down on the desk. “No one. Work. Go away.”

Felix raised an eyebrow. “Work doesn’t make your fangs ache, mate.”

Jisung’s hand flew to his mouth instinctively. “They’re not aching!”

“They’re definitely aching.” Jeongin leaned closer, squinting at him like a nosy younger brother. “Wait—holy shit, did she text you? The human? The one you were all—” Jeongin flailed his hands in a vague heart shape “—about before you disappeared?”

Jisung groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “Do you two have literally anything else to do?”

“Not if this is happening,” Felix said cheerfully. “So… are you going to see her? Please tell me you’re going to see her. You’ve been sulking over her for years, Ji.”

“I’m not sulking—”

Jeongin snorted so loudly it made the serum vial bubble over.

Felix just grinned wider. “You are sulking. But that’s fine. Honestly, you need this. Just, y’know—try not to eat her.”

“I’m not going to eat her!” Jisung hissed, sitting up so fast his chair nearly tipped.

“Right,” Jeongin said dryly. “Because you’re totally great at self-control. What was it you said last month? ‘Oops, I almost drained a whole bloodbag because I smelled hair conditioner that reminded me of her.’”

Felix covered his mouth, laughing into his hand.

Jisung’s ears went red. “That was—okay, first of all, that’s different, and second of all, shut up.”

Felix patted his shoulder like he was encouraging a toddler. “You’ll be fine. Just… keep your rings charged and don’t stare at her pulse like a creep.”

Jisung’s head dropped into his hands. This is a terrible idea.

But his phone buzzed again.

[YOU] Still up for ramen? 7pm? Tomorrow?

And just like that, his heart started hammering all over again.

Felix and Jeongin exchanged a knowing look.

“Hyung,” Jeongin said, voice wickedly amused, “you’re so going to frenzy.”

“Shut. Up.”

But he was already typing back.

[JISUNG] 7 is good. I’ll see you tomorrow.

The moment he hit send, Jeongin started fake-clapping like he’d just won an award.

“Congrats, hyung. Can’t wait to see this turn into a full-on feeding PSA.”

Felix shoved Jeongin’s arm lightly, grinning. “Don’t listen to him. You’ve got this. Just… maybe eat before you go. Like, a lot.”

“I know how to control myself,” Jisung muttered.

“Sure,” Jeongin said, deadpan. “You definitely won’t stare at her throat all night like you did with the receptionist last week.”

“THAT WAS—”

The lab door opened again before Jisung could finish yelling.

“Everything okay in here? I heard yelling.”

The three of them turned.

Bang Chan stood in the doorway, dressed down in a soft grey hoodie and joggers, hair pushed back with a cap like he’d just come from the training wing. Casual, easygoing—and absolutely not buying the innocent act for a second.

Jisung’s stomach dropped. “Hyung, nothing’s—”

Chan’s eyes flicked to the phone still in Jisung’s hand, then to Felix, who was obviously trying not to laugh, and then to Jeongin, who grinned like a little traitor.

“…Oh,” Chan said slowly, stepping fully into the room. “Her?”

Jisung groaned. “Don’t you start.”

But Chan just smiled, the kind of soft, knowing smile that made Jisung want to throw something at him.

“Relax,” Chan said, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world. “You’re allowed to see her. You’ve been miserable since you cut her off.”

Jisung tried to glare. “I’m not miserable.”

Chan raised an eyebrow.

Felix snorted so loudly he had to turn it into a cough.

Jeongin, the absolute menace, added, “Hyung’s been practicing blood encryption codes at 3AM just so he wouldn’t think about her.”

Jisung wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

Chan, completely ignoring his suffering, crossed his arms casually. “You’re feeding before you go, right?”

“Yes,” Jisung muttered.

“And you’re keeping your rings charged.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not sitting too close if you feel yourself slipping.”

Jisung groaned again. “Yes, Mom.”

Chan only smiled wider. “Good. You'll have fun.”

NEXT DAY

The ramen shop hadn’t changed.

Same faded red awning, same cracked vinyl seats, same handwritten “cash only” sign taped crookedly to the register. Even the smell was the same—rich broth and sesame oil clinging to the air, wrapping around you like a memory.

You sat in your usual booth, tracing the same scratch in the wooden table where Jisung once carved an uneven smiley face with his chopsticks.

It felt like no time had passed. But it had. Three years. Three years since you’d seen him, three years since he’d vanished without a word, three years since you stopped letting yourself wonder why.

You adjusted your jacket, nerves buzzing.

And then the door opened.

Jisung.

The first thing he noticed was your heartbeat.

He smelled it before he saw you—warm, steady, alive—cutting through the scent of broth and fried garlic like sunlight breaking through clouds. His fingers tightened on the doorframe, silver rings humming faintly with stabilizing magic as if they could tether him to his own body.

Then he saw you.

You were sitting exactly where you always used to, chin resting on your hand, looking around like you were waiting for him to yell his usual “You better not have started eating without me!”

His chest ached.

You looked… the same. But not. Softer somehow. Older, maybe, but still you.

When you spotted him, your eyes lit up, and for a split second, Jisung forgot how to breathe.

“Jisung!”

The sound of his name in your voice nearly knocked him out.

“Hey,” he managed, sliding into the booth across from you, trying to keep his movements calm. His fangs ached just being this close.

You grinned. “You look different. Older. Less… I dunno… chaos-gremlin?”

“Wow, thanks.” His laugh cracked halfway through.

But you were still smiling, teasing him like nothing had changed, and he—he wanted to bite you so badly it hurt.

You leaned your elbows on the table, chin propped on your hands, leaning closer than you should have. “So? Where’ve you been hiding all this time, huh? Witness protection? Secret double life?”

Jisung swallowed hard. If only you knew.

“I’ve been… working,” he said finally, voice tight.

You rolled your eyes. “Working. What are you, like, a mad scientist now?”

“Something like that.”

Your laugh—God, your laugh—bubbled up, warm and familiar, and his rings buzzed against his skin, absorbing the spike of hunger that shot through him.

When the waiter came, you ordered like always—two bowls of tonkotsu ramen, extra egg, extra garlic.

Jisung didn’t even glance at the menu. He just watched you, his hands tight in his lap, reminding himself every five seconds: Don’t stare at her throat. Don’t stare at her throat.

But when you laughed again, leaning forward to nudge his arm, hair brushing your shoulder—he did. He stared at your throat for exactly two seconds too long before snapping his gaze back to the table like it burned him.

You tilted your head. “You okay? You didn’t even put your order in.”

The waiter was still standing there, pen hovering expectantly over his notepad.

“Oh, uh—” Jisung sat up straight, fumbling with the menu he didn’t need. “Same as hers. Please. Extra egg. And, um—garlic. More garlic. Actually, double garlic.”

The waiter blinked. “You already said extra—”

“Triple, then.”

The waiter gave him a look but scribbled it down anyway before walking off.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You hate garlic.”

“Maybe I changed,” he said quickly, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

You snorted. “Yeah, right. You didn’t even change when you turned twenty-one.”

His head jerked up. “…What?”

“You look exactly the same as you did back then. Like—exactly. Same baby face, same dumb hair.” You gestured vaguely at him. “It’s kind of unfair. What’s your secret? Good genes or dark magic?”

Jisung stared for a beat before forcing a laugh. “Uh… good genes? Have you seen my mom? She’s literally aging backwards.”

You grinned, satisfied with the answer, while he tried not to look like he was dying inside. Eventually, the ramen arrived, steam curling up between you like a shield.

“So…” You took a sip of broth, propping your chin back on your hand. “What do you do now, anyway? You said you’re working, but you’re being all weird and secretive about it. What are you—like—government spy? Hacker? Wait—are you in witness protection?”

Jisung nearly choked on air.

“What? No!” He waved his hands frantically. “I—I’m just… I work in, uh, medical research.”

“Medical research?” Your eyebrows shot up. “You? The guy who once asked me if fevers were caused by microwaves?”

“Hey, I’ve gotten smarter!”

You grinned. “Okay, fine, smart guy. What’s your fancy job title then?”

Jisung froze. His mind went blank.

You tilted your head, waiting, clearly enjoying watching him squirm. “C’mon. Impress me.”

“Uh…” He fiddled with his rings, brain scrambling. Lead Hemalchemist and Magical Encryption Architect was not going to work on a human who thought “hemo” was a brand of vitamins.

So he blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m… a medical data consultant.”

You blinked. “A what?”

“Y’know. Medical… data. Consulting.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks, as if that would make it sound more legit. “I…uh…design systems for… uh… tracking blood transfusions. And, like… storage. Totally boring stuff. Very normal. Lots of spreadsheets.”

You squinted at him. “…That sounds suspiciously specific.”

“It’s not! It’s just… boring office work. Definitely not mad-scientist stuff.”

You grinned, leaning forward. “Which means it’s totally mad-scientist stuff.”

He groaned, slumping in his seat. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m right.”

“You’re—” He stopped when you tilted your head, watching him with that soft, teasing smile, the one you always gave him when you knew he was lying but let him get away with it anyway.

And suddenly, Jisung forgot how to breathe again.

Because you were close. Too close. Your pulse was fluttering under your skin, warm and steady, and he could hear it louder than the chatter of the shop, louder than his own frantic heartbeat.

The tips of his fangs brushed his lower lip.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, gripping the edge of the table so tight his knuckles went white.

You tilted your head, curious. “You okay? You’re acting weird.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, way too quickly.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Jisung, you’re gripping the table like it owes you money.”

He laughed nervously, easing his hands off the wood. “Just… tense. Been working too much.”

You hummed, sipping your broth. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, so no work talk. Tonight is for ramen and catching up.”

“Right. Ramen and catching up,” he repeated, mostly to convince himself not to lunge across the table and sink his teeth into your pulse.

The conversation drifted easily after that.

You twirled your noodles lazily, filling him in on the last three years like you were just picking up where you left off.

“I finally graduated,” you said, a proud little smile tugging at your lips. “Took me long enough, but hey—degree in hand. Been working at a media firm now. Boring sometimes, but I like it.”

Jisung nodded, trying to focus on your words instead of the way your pulse flickered at your neck every time you leaned forward.

“And, uh…” Your smile softened a little. “My grandpa passed last year. Peacefully, though. He would’ve liked to see you again.”

Something in Jisung’s chest twisted. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice softer than he meant.

You gave him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks. He always liked you, you know? Said you were ‘a little loud, but good for you.’”

Jisung huffed out a weak laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I was loud.”

“Was?” You raised an eyebrow, teasing.

“Okay, fine. Am.”

You laughed again, warm and familiar, and Jisung slowly started to loosen up a little. The ache in his chest easing; he even started eating.

“So,” you said after a moment, leaning closer over the table again, chin in your hand, eyes twinkling. “You gonna tell me why you actually look different? Like… you didn’t age. At all.”

Jisung froze.

You tilted your head. “Seriously, I remember you having baby teeth before you left, and now—”

You stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing.

“Wait.”

Oh no.

“Jisung.” Your gaze zeroed in on his mouth. “Why are your fangs so long?”

His whole body went still.

“What?”

“Your teeth. Were they always that sharp?” You leaned even closer, curiosity written all over your face. “No, wait, seriously, smile for me. Were they like that before? I swear they weren’t.”

Jisung instinctively covered his mouth with his hand, leaning back so fast his chair squeaked against the floor. “Uh—they’re just—braces! Old braces thing. Messed them up. Totally normal.”

You blinked. “…Braces don’t make your canines sharper, genius.”

He cursed silently, running through a thousand excuses in his head. “Uh—they’re… dental caps. Cosmetic. Trendy.”

You narrowed your eyes, but your grin turned mischievous. “So you are hiding something. A mad scientist and fake vampire teeth? What’s next, Jisung—secret cosplay career?”

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Can we not do this here?”

But you just laughed, completely oblivious to how his fangs were aching now, his rings humming against his skin, desperately trying to stabilize his hunger.

And God help him, he was looking at your throat again.

Finally, Jisung reluctantly lowered his hands from his face, cheeks flushed red. “Can we please stop talking about my teeth?”

You grinned, propping your chin in your palm. “Nope. Not until you smile properly. C’mon, show me.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why? Embarrassed?”

“Yes—no! Just—ugh.”

You leaned forward, grinning wider. “C’mon, Ji. I used to watch you snort-laugh milk out of your nose. You can survive me looking at your teeth.”

Jisung groaned dramatically, but you just stared him down until, with a resigned sigh, he bared his teeth for half a second before ducking his head again.

“There. Happy now?”

You squinted, pretending to study him like a scientist. “Huh. Yeah, definitely sharper. Not bad, though. Suits you. Gives you that whole mysterious bad-boy vibe.”

Jisung choked on air. “Bad boy? Me?”

You shrugged, smirking. “What? You disappear for three years, come back with sharper teeth, and act all secretive? Total bad-boy energy.”

“I’m not—”

“Totally bad boy.”

He sighed, stabbing at his noodles with his chopsticks, mumbling something that sounded like, “If I was a bad boy, you wouldn’t be sitting here teasing me.”

But you were too busy stealing one of his eggs to hear him.

The two of you ate for a while after that, slipping back into the easy rhythm you used to have. You talked about work, about a coworker who kept reheating fish in the office microwave (“Seriously, I’m filing an HR complaint for the smell alone”), and about how you almost adopted a cat but the landlord said no.

Jisung listened, occasionally laughing, his posture slowly relaxing as he actually took bites of his ramen. He could eat normal food—vampires could—but it never really did much for him. Still, right now, it felt good. Normal.

You tilted your head at him mid-bite. “You’re quiet. You were never this quiet before. You’re usually halfway through a bad joke by now.”

Jisung blinked. “…I can tell you a joke if you want?”

“Go on.”

He chewed thoughtfully, then deadpanned, “What’s a vampire’s favorite fruit?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh no. What?”

“A blood orange.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hand, but you were laughing, bright and helpless. “Oh my God, you’re still such an idiot.”

Jisung smiled despite himself, watching you laugh, warmth blooming in his chest so sharp it almost hurt.

At some point, you stole another one of his eggs, leaning across the table to pluck it right out of his bowl.

“Hey!”

“You weren’t eating it.”

“I was saving it!”

“Not anymore.” You popped it in your mouth, smirking victoriously.

Jisung rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Unbelievable.” But he was smiling, a real one, and for a moment he almost forgot he was supposed to be keeping his distance.

Until you leaned forward again, close enough that your hair brushed your shoulder, pulse fluttering like a drumbeat he couldn’t tune out.

And just like that, the hunger came rushing back.

His fingers tightened around his chopsticks, rings humming faintly as they absorbed the spike of heat in his veins.

You didn’t notice. You were still smiling at him, casual and unbothered.

But Jisung couldn’t stop staring at your neck.

You were mid-story about your new coworker who “absolutely refuses to refill the printer paper like it’s beneath him,” but he was barely hearing the words. All he heard was your heartbeat, steady and warm, like it was calling to him.

His rings hummed faintly, soaking up the spike of heat running through his veins, but they could only do so much. He shifted in his seat, trying to focus on his noodles, pretending he wasn’t fighting the urge to lean across the table and—

A familiar scent cut through his spiraling.

Several scents, actually.

Oh no.

He didn’t even have to look up to know. He smelled them the second they walked in.

“Are you kidding me,” Jisung muttered under his breath.

You blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.”

But it was definitely not nothing, because when he finally risked glancing toward the door—

There they were.

Changbin spotted him first. Of course he did. The man was impossible to miss—broad shoulders, casual bomber jacket, silver hoops glinting under the ramen shop lights. He raised an eyebrow the second he noticed Jisung sitting with you.

Then Hyunjin walked in, tall and effortlessly pretty, brushing his hair back with a lazy smirk like he owned the place. His eyes flicked to Jisung, then to you, and his smirk widened.

Minho was next, gliding in like a shadow, coat perfectly tailored, expression unreadable—until his mouth curved into the faintest, smuggest smile.

And finally Seungmin, calm as ever, hands in his pockets, his silver hex-pendant catching the light. He didn’t smile. He just raised one eyebrow in quiet amusement, like he was already writing a full report about this in his head.

“No, no, no,” Jisung hissed under his breath, ducking slightly in his seat.

You tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” he said too quickly, forcing a grin. “Everything’s fine!”

But across the room—

Changbin was already leaning against the counter, subtly tilting his head in Jisung’s direction like really? This is happening?

Hyunjin nudged Minho with his elbow, whispering something that made Minho’s smirk sharpen.

Seungmin didn’t even whisper—he just looked Jisung dead in the eye, raised an eyebrow, and mouthed focus.

You glanced behind you, confused. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing!” Jisung said again, voice cracking slightly.

You turned back to him, clearly unconvinced. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m always weird!” he said, laughing nervously, nearly knocking over his chopsticks.

You narrowed your eyes, but let it slide, going back to your noodles.

Jisung, however, could feel the others watching him.

Hyunjin was clearly trying not to laugh, hiding it behind his hand.

Changbin looked like he was two seconds away from walking over just to mess with him.

Minho tilted his head, tapping two fingers against his chin like he was taking notes on Jisung’s very obvious blood hunger.

And Seungmin? Seungmin just sipped his water, calm as ever, but his pendant glinted every time Jisung’s gaze darted to you—reminding him that Seungmin could tell he was lying through his teeth about being “fine.”

Jisung wanted to sink into the floor.

You broke his spiraling with a soft laugh, waving your chopsticks at him. “You’re so tense. Seriously, what’s going on? You used to be all chaotic energy, now you’re sitting here like you’re being watched.”

Jisung forced a smile. “Haha. Yeah. Watched. Totally not what’s happening.”

But across the room, Hyunjin raised his glass toward him in a cheers motion, smirking like the menace he was.

Jisung was going to murder all of them later, especially because them here? That meant he was way more aware with the four pairs of vampire eyes watching him like he was tonight’s entertainment. But, you somehow, didn't notice. And that was good.

You slurped the last of your broth with a satisfied sigh, leaning back in the booth. “God, I missed this. Nothing beats greasy ramen with you.”

“Yeah,” Jisung said softly, his chest tightening at how natural that sounded. “Missed this too.”

You smiled at him, warm and unguarded, and for a second, the hunger quieted. Just a second.

Then the waiter dropped off the bill.

You reached for it automatically, but Jisung snatched it up so fast the paper nearly tore.

“Jisung, I can pay for my own food—”

“Nope.” He stood, already fishing out his wallet. “I got it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ji, seriously—”

He shot you a cocky grin, flashing his card with a little dramatic flair. “What, you think I work in medical research for fun? I don’t make money for no reason.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Wow. Look at you, Mr. Responsible Adult. Fancy job, buying people dinner—what’s next, you gonna start wearing suits?”

Jisung smirked, just a little too smugly. “I do wear suits sometimes.”

“Oh my god, stop. You in a suit? I’d pay money to see that.”

“Careful,” he said, sliding his card to the cashier. “I might hold you to that.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning despite yourself. “You didn’t have to pay,” you said, smiling anyway.

“I wanted to,” he replied, surprising himself with how honest it came out. “You’re worth it.”

You blinked, caught off guard, before laughing it off. “Wow, cheesy and responsible. Who are you, and what have you done with the real Jisung?”

He grinned, slipping his own jacket on. “Guess I grew up a little.” And turned into something you’d run from if you knew the truth, he didn’t say.

You stepped out into the night, the city air cool against your cheeks. “Well, grown-up Jisung,” you said, glancing at him with a teasing grin, “should we keep this reunion going? Or do you turn into a pumpkin after 9PM now?”

He snorted. “Please. I’m still me.”

“Good.” You pointed across the street where a neon sign flickered lazily above a small bar. “One drink? For old times’ sake?”

Jisung hesitated for half a second. Alcohol… was not great for vampires trying to keep their control in check. It lowered restraint, blurred lines. But you were looking at him, hopeful, warm, and how could he say no to you?

“Yeah,” he said finally, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “One drink.”

“Beer?”

“Beer,” he confirmed, already bracing himself for what was definitely a terrible idea.

The bar was cozy, dimly lit, and thankfully not crowded. You grabbed a booth near the back, sliding in with that familiar ease that made his chest ache.

The waiter barely had time to ask before you said, “Two beers, please. Something cold and cheap.”

Jisung raised an eyebrow. “Cheap? You know I can afford—”

You shot him a look. “Don’t start, Mr. Responsible Adult. Cheap beer tastes better when it’s nostalgic.”

He laughed, hands up in mock surrender. “Fair enough.”

When the drinks arrived, you clinked your glass against his. “To… finally seeing your face again after three years.”

He smiled, soft and genuine, lifting his glass. “To… you still putting up with me after three years.”

You smirked. “Who says I’m putting up with you? Maybe I’m just here for the free ramen.”

“Ouch.”

“Truth hurts, Ji.”

But your grin was too warm to be anything but teasing.

You drank. One beer turned into two.

You started talking about random things—your work stories, embarrassing uni memories, that time he fell off his bike when you were kids because he tried to do a “sick jump” over a curb.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You still remember that?”

“I’ll never forget it. You cried for like, twenty minutes, and then insisted you weren’t crying, you were just sweating from your eyes.”

Jisung peeked at you through his fingers, ears red. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

Somewhere between laughing over old memories and sipping your second beer, you scooted closer in the booth. Completely casual for you, absolutely devastating for him.

Your knee brushed his under the table.

You didn’t notice.

But Jisung did. Oh, he definitely did.

His rings buzzed faintly against his skin, trying to dull the sharp spike of hunger, but it wasn’t enough. Your scent was warm and rich, your pulse just a little faster from the alcohol.

You looked at him, smile soft, cheeks slightly flushed from the drinks. “You’re quieter than usual. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Jisung swallowed hard, forcing a crooked grin. “Nothing. Just… enjoying this.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Hmm. You’re acting suspicious.”

“I’m fine.”

“Liar.”

And he was—so much a liar.

Because the truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking about how close you were, how easy it would be to lean in, press his lips to your pulse, taste you. And with every second, it was getting harder to stop himself.

You swirled the last bit of beer in your glass, your cheeks flushed pink, eyes just a little glassy from the alcohol.

“So,” you said slowly, leaning your cheek into your palm, voice softer now. “You gonna tell me why you disappeared?”

Jisung froze.

You tilted your head, studying him, too tipsy to bother hiding the question. “You didn’t even say goodbye, Ji. Three years. You just… left.”

Jisung gripped his glass tighter, rings humming faintly against his skin, grounding him before the rush of guilt and hunger completely drowned him.

“I…” His throat felt tight. “It wasn’t—It’s not that I didn’t want to stay.”

“Then why didn’t you?” you pressed, leaning in closer. Your voice wobbled slightly, maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the truth slipping out. “I thought—”

You cut yourself off, biting your lip.

Jisung stared at you, heart pounding. “You thought what?”

You looked down, frowning at your glass. “…I thought I did something wrong. That maybe you didn’t… want me around anymore.”

Jisung’s stomach dropped.

“No,” he said instantly, voice rougher than he meant. “No, it wasn’t you. It was never you.”

“Then what was it?”

Your eyes lifted to his again, wide and earnest and warm, and it hit him harder than any hunger spike had tonight.

He swallowed, fighting to keep his voice steady. “I… had to go. For your sake. I thought…” He looked away, jaw tightening. “I thought staying would hurt you.”

You frowned, confused. “Hurt me? Ji, you’re literally the least dangerous person I know.”

Oh, if only you knew.

His lips twitched into something between a smile and a grimace. “Yeah. I guess I’ve changed.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “Not that much. You’re still you.”

“Am I?” he muttered under his breath.

You didn’t hear him. You were leaning in again, closer now, voice soft, almost teasing. “So you do admit you missed me.”

Jisung’s breath hitched.

Your smile turned mischievous, cheeks pink from the alcohol. “C’mon, say it. You missed me, didn’t you?”

His rings buzzed faintly against his fingers, heat rushing through him, not just hunger but something heavier, warmer.

“…Yeah,” he said finally, voice quiet, raw. “I missed you. A lot.”

You blinked, a little surprised at how honest that sounded. Then you grinned, soft and tipsy and happy.

“Good,” you said simply, leaning your head into your hand again. “’Cause I missed you too.”

For a moment, it felt… easy. Warm. Like nothing had changed.

But then you tilted your head, eyes narrowing slightly, that tipsy boldness kicking in. “Okay, but that doesn’t get you off the hook.”

Jisung blinked. “Huh?”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” you said, sitting up straighter. “Why did you disappear? I’m serious, Ji—I want the real reason. No vague ‘it was for your sake’ bullshit.”

Jisung froze. His stomach twisted.

You were looking at him now, sharp despite the flush in your cheeks, fingers tapping idly against your glass like you were waiting for him to spill every secret he’d been holding.

“I—” He forced a smile, panic flashing behind his eyes. “I told you, it wasn’t you—”

“Not good enough.” You leaned forward, elbows on the table, determined. “You don’t just vanish for three years because of nothing. So? What happened? Come on, I want the truth.”

The truth? Oh, sure, you’d love the truth. “Hey, surprise, I got turned into a vampire after a feeding went wrong and now I want to drink you like a fine wine.”

He couldn’t say that. Obviously. So he did what Han Jisung always did when cornered.

He lied. Badly.

“I…” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. “Okay. You want the truth? Fine. I… got sick.”

Your expression softened instantly. “Sick? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because!” He waved his hands vaguely, warming up to his own bullshit. “It was… bad. Like, hospital-bad. And I didn’t want you to see me like that. I didn’t want you to worry.”

You frowned. “Ji…”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning into the lie like his life depended on it. “I thought—if you saw me like that, it’d just make things worse. So I stayed away until I was… better.”

You stared at him, eyes searching his face. “You were in the hospital? For how long?”

“Uh…” He hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Months. Like, on and off. It was… a thing with my blood. Weird genetic condition.”

Okay, technically not a lie, but definitely not in the way you thought.

Your brows knit together, concern filling your face. “Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve been there in a second.”

He swallowed hard, guilt punching him in the chest. “I know. I just… didn’t want you to see me like that. You had your own life. I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

You were quiet for a long moment, chewing on your lip. Finally, you sighed, leaning back in the booth. “That’s… really stupid, you know.”

Jisung blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re my best friend. You could’ve called. I would’ve shown up. Every day, if I had to.”

Jisung’s chest tightened, his throat thick. “…Yeah. I know. I’m sorry.”

You gave him a soft smile, tipsy but genuine. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Han Jisung. Otherwise I’d be mad at you forever.”

He let out a shaky laugh, forcing a crooked grin. “Guess I should thank my good genes, huh?”

You smirked. “Guess so.”

But you were still watching him closely, curiosity lingering in your eyes, like you knew there was more he wasn’t saying. And Jisung? He was just grateful you weren’t asking any more questions—because one more push and he might’ve actually cracked.

You tilted your head, your smile turning a little more mischievous now, the kind of grin that always got you two in trouble when you were younger. “So… if you were gone all that time, does that mean you forgot how to flirt? Or are you still hopeless at it?”

Jisung choked on his drink. “What?”

You laughed, cheeks flushed pink, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him sputter. “I mean, you disappeared for three years, came back looking all grown-up and mysterious… figured you might’ve picked up a new skill or two.”

He stared at you, caught somewhere between flustered and offended. “I can flirt.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? Prove it.”

His brain short-circuited. “What—right now?”

“Why not?” you said, voice soft but teasing, leaning just a little closer across the table. “C’mon, Mr. Responsible Adult. Show me what you’ve learned.”

Jisung could feel his rings humming faintly, grounding him against the spike of heat rushing through him—except this wasn’t just hunger now. It was you. Your smile. Your warmth. The way your pulse fluttered when you looked at him like that.

And God help him, maybe the beer was hitting harder than he thought, because before he could stop himself, he smirked.

“You really want me to flirt with you?”

You blinked, slightly surprised at how confident he suddenly sounded. “…Yeah. Go on.”

He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, voice dropping just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You look good, you know. Better than I remembered.”

Your cheeks went pinker. “Oh, wow, good genes and smooth lines. Who are you?”

“Your best friend,” he said, grinning, but softer this time. “Who maybe missed you more than he should’ve.”

Your heart skipped, and you laughed nervously, looking down at your glass to hide your smile. “Okay, fine. That was… not bad.”

“Not bad?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Ji.”

He grinned wider, leaning back in the booth with mock arrogance. “Too late.”

You rolled your eyes, but the way you kept sneaking little glances at him wasn’t exactly subtle.

By the time you finished your drinks, the tension had settled into something warm and charged—your laughter softer now, your movements slower, your knee brushing his under the table like it belonged there.

When you slid out of the booth, he stood too, automatically steadying you with a hand at your elbow when you wobbled slightly.

“Easy,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your arm just a second too long.

You looked up at him, cheeks pink, smiling faintly. “Walking me home?”

“Of course.”

And he didn’t even hesitate, because saying no wasn’t an option.

The night air was cool when you stepped out of the bar, and you shivered slightly, tugging your jacket tighter.

Jisung noticed instantly. “You cold?”

“I’m fine,” you said, but he was already shrugging off his own jacket, draping it over your shoulders before you could protest.

You blinked up at him. “Ji, I said I’m fine.”

“And I didn’t ask,” he said, smirking faintly. “Humor me.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, pulling the jacket tighter around you. It smelled like him—warm and clean, with that faint, sharp undertone you couldn’t quite place.

A taxi pulled up, and before you could say anything, Jisung opened the door for you.

“You don’t have to—”

“Yeah, I do,” he said simply. “I’m not letting you walk home alone at night.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Look at you, all protective. What’s next, walking me to the door like a proper gentleman?”

“Obviously,” he said, dead serious, sliding into the seat beside you.

You laughed, tipping your head back against the seat as the taxi pulled away.

The cab was quiet except for the low hum of the engine, streetlights flashing soft gold across your face as you looked out the window.

But then you shifted, turning toward him, your knee brushing his again. “You really haven’t changed that much, you know,” you said, your voice warm, a little tipsy-soft.

Jisung glanced at you. “…You think so?”

“Yeah.” You tilted your head, studying him. “Still sweet. Still protective. Still terrible at hiding when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” he lied immediately.

You grinned, leaning closer, your shoulder brushing his. “Sure you’re not.”

Jisung’s fingers tightened on his knee, his rings buzzing faintly, trying to stabilize the sharp rush of heat in his chest.

“Y’know,” you continued, your tone softer now, teasing but with something heavier under it, “if you keep being like this, I’m gonna start thinking you missed me for more than just… friendship.”

Jisung’s breath hitched.

You looked at him, your eyes half-lidded from the alcohol, your smile small but mischievous. “Did you, Ji? Miss me like that?”

He stared at you, pulse pounding in his ears.

Say no. Say something stupid. Don’t say the truth.

“…Maybe,” he said anyway, voice low.

You blinked, your grin widening slowly. “Maybe? That’s all I get?”

Jisung smirked faintly, though his chest felt like it was about to explode. “Maybe’s all you get… for now.”

You laughed, leaning your head briefly against his shoulder. “Still cheeky. I like it.”

Jisung froze as your head rested there, your warmth seeping through his shirt, your scent so close he could barely think. The taxi driver turned down another street, the ride too quiet except for your soft hum of contentment.

The taxi slowed to a stop in front of your apartment building, the neon lights from a nearby convenience store casting soft glows across the sidewalk.

Jisung shifted immediately, pulling out his wallet before you could even move.

“Ji, I can pay for the—”

“Don’t even start,” he said, handing the driver cash. “Let me do one nice thing without you arguing, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Fine. But next time, I’m paying.”

“Next time, huh?” He smirked as he stepped out, circling around to open your door. “I’ll hold you to that.”

You hopped out, tugging his jacket tighter around you as the night air brushed your cheeks.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said softly as you stood in front of the building, looking up at him.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he replied, voice quieter than usual.

You smiled, warm and tipsy, tilting your head slightly. “Don’t make it another three years before we hang out again, okay?”

He nodded immediately. “I won’t. Promise.”

“Good.”

You gave him one last smile before turning toward the building entrance. Halfway up the steps, you looked back over your shoulder.

“Text me when you get home, okay?”

Jisung’s chest tightened, and he grinned faintly. “Yeah. I will.”

You nodded, satisfied, and disappeared through the glass doors, the lobby light swallowing you up.

The second the doors shut behind you, Jisung’s entire cool, calm exterior shattered.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, dragging his hands down his face. “What the hell was that, Jisung? ‘Maybe’s all you get for now’?? Who even says that?!”

He started pacing in front of the building, running both hands through his hair.

“‘Maybe.’ Great. Real smooth. Real smooth. She probably thinks you’re an idiot. Or worse—cocky. Oh my God, you smirked. Why would you smirk? You’re not Minho!”

He stopped pacing for half a second, then groaned and started again, faster this time.

“And what was that in the taxi? ‘I missed you a lot’? Congratulations, you’re officially the king of oversharing under alcohol influence. Fantastic.”

He stopped, throwing his hands up to the empty street. “And why did you smell her like a creep, huh? Like—‘Oh, I’m Han Jisung, big medical research guy, totally normal, definitely not imagining biting my best friend’s neck in a taxi cab.’”

He groaned, crouching down on the sidewalk for a moment, burying his face in his hands.

“God, you’re pathetic.”

He stayed crouched there for a long moment, trying to steady his breathing, but it wasn’t working. Because under all the self-loathing and embarrassment, something worse was crawling up his throat: hunger.

You’d been so close, so warm, your pulse practically singing to him the entire night, and he hadn’t fed properly in two days because he’d been too busy overthinking this whole reunion.

Now it was hitting him all at once.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, standing abruptly, pacing again. “You’re fine. You’re fine. Just… go home. Don’t be stupid.”

But his rings were already buzzing like mad, straining to stabilize him, and his fangs ached every time he so much as remembered how you’d leaned against his shoulder in the taxi.

“Shit,” he hissed, dragging a hand down his face. “No, nope, not gonna frenzy in front of her building. Absolutely not.”

He turned to leave, walking quickly down the street, head ducked, trying to focus on anything except the way his senses were sharpening—every heartbeat, every whiff of blood in the air amplified tenfold.

And then someone brushed past him too close.

A random guy, maybe early twenties, laughing into his phone, the smell of fresh, clean blood practically slamming into Jisung like a truck.

He froze.

The guy didn’t even notice, just kept walking, chatting casually—

And Jisung’s control snapped.

One second, he was standing there, breathing hard, and the next—

He was dragging the guy into the shadows of a narrow alley, moving faster than the human eye could register.

“Whoa, hey—what the hell—” the guy started, but Jisung had him pinned gently but firmly against the wall, hand over his mouth.

“Sorry,” Jisung muttered, voice low, almost apologetic. “Really, I’m sorry. This isn’t personal.”

The guy’s eyes went wide just as Jisung’s fangs sank neatly into his shoulder, precise and controlled despite the sheer hunger roaring through him.

Warm, clean blood hit his tongue, and Jisung groaned under his breath, head tipping forward as he drank deeply. Not too much—never too much—but enough to take the edge off, enough to calm the frantic buzz in his veins.

The guy sagged slightly against the wall, dazed, his heartbeat slowing to something calm and steady under Jisung’s venom.

When he finally pulled back, licking a drop of blood from his lip, Jisung sighed, leaning his forehead against the wall beside the guy’s head.

“…I’m sorry,” he repeated quietly, easing him back upright. “You’re gonna be fine. Just… eat something salty tomorrow.”

The guy blinked up at him, glassy-eyed from the venom haze, mumbling something incoherent.

Jisung patted his shoulder. “Yeah, good talk. Go home.”

The guy nodded vaguely and wandered off, stumbling slightly, already forgetting most of what had happened.

Jisung leaned back against the alley wall, breathing hard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Great,” he muttered. “Real great. First night seeing her again and I’m already biting random people in alleys. Classy, Han. Real classy.”

He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair.

“And you still want her,” he muttered bitterly, tipping his head back against the wall. “God, you’re screwed.”

THE NEXT DAY — NOCTE LABS, 10:47 AM.

Jisung sat hunched over his workstation, three monitors glowing with endless lines of bloodcode encryption. His rings clicked nervously against the keyboard as he worked, muttering under his breath.

“Okay, just… re-route the venom lock parameters, crack the bonding glitch, and definitely not think about her smile. Easy. Totally fine.”

He typed faster, eyes darting between scripts, jaw tight.

“Not thinking about her,” he said out loud this time, as if repeating it would help. “Not thinking about her laugh. Not thinking about her pulse. Not thinking about how she looked leaning against my shoulder last night—”

“Ooooh,” a cheerful voice interrupted.

Jisung’s fingers froze mid-keystroke.

Felix was leaning against the edge of his desk, grinning like the menace he was. His freckles practically sparkled under the lab lights, and his tone dripped with mischief.

“You got it bad, hyung.”

“I—what? No!” Jisung’s voice cracked as he spun around in his chair. “I don’t—You don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Felix raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Mm-hm. Sure. Totally normal to be muttering about someone’s smile while coding venom-response locks.”

“I was talking to myself!”

“Yeah. About her.”

Jisung groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Oh my God, go bother someone else.”

Felix ignored him completely, crouching so his chin rested on his folded arms against Jisung’s desk. “So you reunited. How is she? Is she pretty or prettier? Wait—don’t answer that, I can already tell from your face.”

“I’m not answering anything!” Jisung hissed, turning back to his screen.

Felix smirked. “You’re glowing, you know that? Like… glowing. That’s not normal, hyung. Unless…” His grin widened. “Wait. Oh my God. Did you just—”

A new voice cut him off, smooth and amused.

“Find your soulmate?”

Jisung froze. Slowly, he turned his head to see Hyunjin leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his smile infuriatingly knowing.

“Oh no,” Jisung muttered under his breath. “Not you too.”

Hyunjin strode in, elegant as ever, perching himself on the corner of Jisung’s desk like he owned it.

“Wow,” Hyunjin said, studying Jisung like he was a particularly interesting piece of art. “You’re vibrating. Seriously, your rings are buzzing so loud I can hear them. When was the last time that happened?”

Felix gasped, delighted. “Wait, really? That’s like a soulmate-level reaction, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hm,” Hyunjin hummed, smirking. “And judging from the mess of emotions coming off him right now? He hasn’t told her yet.”

Jisung slammed his head gently against the keyboard. “I hate both of you.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, smirk soft but sharp. “So, when are you going to tell her? Or are you just going to keep drinking ramen with her until you snap and bite her in public?”

Jisung groaned, covering his face with both hands. “I hate you both so much.”

Felix patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Aw, don’t worry, hyung. She’s gonna love you back. Probably already does. You were always the hopeless romantic type.”

Hyunjin smirked wider. “Mm. Hopeless romantic, sure. But I give it a week before he cracks and drinks from her. Any bets?”

Felix lit up instantly. “Oh! I say five days.”

“I am sitting right here!” Jisung yelled, spinning back to his screen, cheeks burning.

Felix just giggled again, and Hyunjin looked far too pleased with himself.

“Five days,” Felix repeated cheerfully.

“Three,” Hyunjin countered, smirking. “Maybe less.”

“Shut up!” Jisung snapped, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Some of us are actually trying to work here!”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin drawled. “How’s that going for you?”

“I’m fine!”

The lab door slid open with a soft whoosh.

In walked Jeongin, looking perfectly calm as he strolled over, sipping casually from a slim silver pouch—blood, of course.

“Morning,” Jeongin said mildly, raising the pouch slightly in greeting, like this was all completely normal.

“Morning!” Felix chirped.

“Morning,” Hyunjin echoed, smirking.

Jisung didn’t look up, too focused on glaring at his screen. “Morning.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, glancing at the obvious tension in the room. “What’d I miss?”

“Jisung found his soulmate,” Felix said immediately, grinning.

“I did not!”

Hyunjin snorted. “Oh, he definitely did. You can smell it on him. Buzzing like a bad perfume.”

Jeongin blinked, then sipped from his pouch again. “Huh. Good for you, hyung.”

“Not good for me!” Jisung shouted, typing faster, his rings buzzing louder with every second.

“Relax,” Jeongin said calmly, leaning against a counter, completely unfazed. “Soulmates are supposed to be good for you.”

“Not when you’re trying not to bite them!”

That made Jeongin pause for a fraction of a second. “...Fair.” He took another slow sip.

Jisung muttered something under his breath, furiously working on the venom-response lock coding he’d been assigned for the day.

“Not thinking about her,” he whispered to himself again. “Just focus. Fix the lock. Don’t think about her pulse, or her smile, or the way she looked at you last night—”

A loud error chime cut him off.

Jisung froze.

Felix’s eyes widened. “Uh… what did you just—”

On-screen, bright red text flashed: CRITICAL BLOODCODE FAILURE – SYSTEM OVERRIDE COMPROMISED

Hyunjin let out a low whistle. “Ohhh, he broke it.”

Jisung’s face drained of color. “Oh no. No no no no no—”

The lab intercom crackled to life, and then—

“HAN JISUNG.”

It was Chan’s voice, sharp, clipped, and filled with the kind of authority that made even Hyunjin raise an eyebrow.

“Did you just crash my primary biometric venom lock sequence?”

Jisung winced like he’d been shot. “…Maybe?”

There was a long pause. Then Chan’s voice again, dangerously calm. “My office. Now.”

Felix tried and failed to hold back a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. Hyunjin was grinning outright.

Even Jeongin looked mildly amused, lowering his pouch. “Good luck, hyung.”

Jisung groaned, slamming his head down onto his keyboard.

Felix patted his back, still giggling. “Tell Chan it was soulmate brain! Maybe he’ll understand!”

“Shut up, Felix.”

Hyunjin smirked. “Three days. Bet’s still on.”

“SHUT UP, HYUNJIN!”

Jisung stood outside Chan’s office door, staring at the sleek silver panel like it was going to eat him alive.

He could hear Chan pacing inside—heavy, deliberate footsteps, the faint metallic clink of his rings.

“Okay,” Jisung muttered under his breath, dragging his hands down his face. “You’ll just say it was a momentary lapse. Totally fine. You’re a professional. A genius. Definitely not distracted by—”

The door slid open automatically.

Chan stood there, arms crossed, his dark button-down sleeves rolled up, gaze sharp as a blade.

“Inside,” Chan said, voice calm but absolutely not happy.

Jisung ducked his head and shuffled in. “Hi, hyung.”

“Sit.”

Jisung sat.

Chan stayed standing for a moment, scanning his monitors where the CRITICAL BLOODCODE FAILURE alert was still flashing. He sighed, finally sitting across from Jisung, folding his hands on the desk.

“Do you want to tell me,” Chan began slowly, “why you crashed my primary venom lock system this morning?”

Jisung shrank in his chair. “...No?”

Chan raised an eyebrow.

Jisung winced. “I mean—yes! Totally yes. Uh… It was an accident?”

Chan stared at him for a long moment, expression flat.

“Jisung,” he said finally, tone shifting to that quiet, leader-voice he only used when he really meant business. “You’ve never made an accident like this. Not once. So what’s going on?”

Jisung opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Chan tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. “...Is this about a girl?”

Jisung choked. “WHAT?! No!”

Chan didn’t even flinch. “It’s about a girl.”

“It’s not—”

“Hyunjin already messaged me,” Chan interrupted, pulling up his phone. “He said, and I quote, ‘Hyung, don’t be too mad at him, he’s in soulmate brain.’”

Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’m going to kill him.”

Chan ignored that, leaning back in his chair and just watching Jisung, deadpan.

“I—she’s just—” Jisung peeked through his fingers, cheeks bright red. “She’s not anyone, okay? She’s just… someone I used to know.”

Chan raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Someone you used to know who apparently makes you break million-dollar lab systems.”

Jisung groaned louder. “It was one mistake!”

Chan’s expression softened, just slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “...So you like her.”

Jisung froze. “…Maybe.”

Chan smirked faintly now, leaning his chin in his hand. “More than maybe, judging from how wrecked you look. You fed last night, right?”

Jisung blinked, caught off guard. “What? How—”

“You’re calmer today than you should be,” Chan said matter-of-factly. “So you fed. But it didn’t help, did it? Because it’s not just hunger. It’s her.”

Jisung groaned, dropping his head onto the desk with a dull thunk. “Can we not do this right now?”

Chan chuckled softly, sitting back. “You’re hopeless. But listen—if she really is your soulmate, you better figure it out before you frenzy around her. You don’t want to hurt her.”

Jisung peeked up at him, guilt flickering in his eyes. “...I know.”

Chan’s expression softened even more, turning serious again. “Then be careful. And, Jisung?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t crash my venom lock system again. Next time, I’m making you re-code it from scratch. By yourself.”

Jisung groaned again. “I hate my life.”

Chan smirked. “No, you’re just in love.”

“SHUT UP, HYUNG!”

LATER THAT NIGHT

Jisung sat cross-legged on his couch, hoodie half-zipped, hair still damp from a shower. His apartment was quiet, except for the faint hum of his monitors in the other room.

He stared at his phone.

At your name.

At the text thread that had been stuck on “Delivered” since earlier that afternoon, when you’d sent:

[YOU] Home safe last night? :)

He’d answered in record time, of course:

[JISUNG] Yeah. Thanks for last night. It was… good seeing you again.

And you’d replied hours later, casual and warm as ever:

[YOU] Good. Next time, ramen’s on me, okay?

Now he was sitting here, staring at his screen like an idiot, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. “Be normal. Totally normal. Not like you spent all day being roasted alive by Felix, Hyunjin, and Chan for being in ‘soulmate brain.’ Just… text her.”

He typed:

[JISUNG] You owe me, remember? Ramen, your treat. Don’t back out now.

Then deleted it.

Typed again:

[JISUNG] You busy tomorrow? We could hang out.

Deleted that too.

Finally, with a groan, he flopped back against the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“Just invite her, idiot.”

He sat back up, cracked his knuckles, and typed fast before he could overthink it:

[JISUNG] Hey. Random idea, but… wanna come over tonight? Nothing fancy. Just… hang out. Like old times.

He hovered over the send button for a solid ten seconds, heart hammering.

“Be cool. Be cool.”

He hit send.

The read receipt popped up almost instantly.

Then:

[YOU] Tonight? [YOU] You’re not secretly luring me into a pyramid scheme or something, right?

Jisung snorted, smiling despite himself.

[JISUNG] Definitely not. Just me. Snacks. Maybe terrible old movies if you’re lucky.

There was a pause.

Then your reply came:

[YOU] ...Okay. Gimme an hour. You better have snacks, Han.

Jisung stared at the screen, grinning stupidly before it hit him.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, sitting up straighter, panic and excitement mixing in his chest. “Oh shit, she’s actually coming over.”

Thirty minutes later, he was tearing through his apartment like a man possessed.

“Okay, okay, clean enough. Don’t look desperate. Snacks—snacks are good. Drinks—what do humans even drink at night besides beer? Oh God, do I have beer?!”

He darted into the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets until he found two decent beers and a bag of chips that wasn’t expired.

“Perfect. Totally normal. Totally not losing my mind over this.”

His rings buzzed faintly against his skin, soaking up the low hum of hunger that was already creeping back in.

“Calm down,” he told himself, pacing the living room now. “You can do this. Just… don’t stare at her neck. Or her pulse. Or her—”

The doorbell rang.

Jisung froze.

Then whispered under his breath, “Oh, I’m so screwed.”

The doorbell chimed again, soft but insistent.

Jisung's heart was hammering. He took a deep breath, ran both hands through his hair, muttering, “Be normal. Totally normal. Don’t act like you’ve been pacing for thirty minutes. Just open the door.”

He walked to the door, every step feeling like a countdown to disaster, and finally pulled it open—

And immediately forgot how to breathe.

You stood there in the hallway, casual as anything, wearing an oversized hoodie (not his, thank God or maybe unthankfully), shorts just peeking out beneath the hem, hair loose around your face.

Soft. Warm. Perfect.

“Hi,” you said, smiling up at him, cheeks slightly pink from the cool night air. “Wow. You actually look nervous. Should I be worried?”

Jisung’s brain short-circuited for half a second.

“I—I’m not nervous,” he lied instantly, leaning on the doorframe like he wasn’t currently vibrating out of his skin.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Sure. Totally chill. Totally not weird.”

He stepped aside quickly, trying to look casual. “Come in.”

You walked past him into the apartment, glancing around as you tugged your hoodie sleeves down. “Wow. Clean place. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Jisung shut the door, cheeks heating. “It’s always clean.”

“Mm-hm.” You shot him a teasing look. “Did you vacuum just for me?”

“No,” he lied again, way too fast.

You grinned, flopping onto his couch like you owned the place. “This is nice. Feels… very you.”

Jisung hovered awkwardly for a second before finally sitting beside you, careful to keep just enough distance.

You noticed immediately.

“Relax, Ji,” you teased, nudging his knee with yours. “I don’t bite.”

Jisung swallowed hard, forcing a crooked smile. “Yeah. Lucky you.”

You tilted your head, amused. “You’re acting weird. Like… weirder than usual.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, turning to grab the beers from the coffee table as a distraction. “Here. Beer.”

You took it with a smile, cracking it open. “Thanks. Cheers, bestie.”

He clinked his bottle against yours, forcing a grin, ignoring the way his rings buzzed faintly against his fingers.

You took a sip of beer, leaning back into the couch cushions like you belonged there.

“So,” you said, glancing at the TV, “what terrible movie are we watching?”

Jisung grabbed the remote, flipping through his streaming queue with one hand. “I was thinking… something awful. So bad it’s good. Maybe the one with the killer snowman?”

You snorted, nearly choking on your drink. “Oh my God, Jack Frost? You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” Jisung said, smirking faintly. “Classic cinema.”

“Terrible cinema.”

“Exactly.”

Minutes later, the movie was playing, and you were both sprawled on the couch, surrounded by a mess of snacks—chips, a half-empty bag of candy, and a bowl of popcorn you’d immediately claimed as yours.

“This is actually the worst thing I’ve ever seen,” you said through a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen.

“Hey, don’t disrespect art,” Jisung replied, pretending to be offended.

“Art?” you scoffed. “This snowman just killed someone with a carrot.”

“Iconic.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning, and tossed another piece of popcorn—this time at him.

It bounced off his chest, landing in his lap.

“Really?” he asked, deadpan.

“Yes,” you said, smirking. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Jisung’s eyes narrowed, his smirk sharpening. “You sure you want me to answer that?”

You blinked, surprised at the shift in his tone—lower, warmer, a little too smooth.

“…You wouldn’t,” you said, trying to sound confident.

He grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Wouldn’t I?”

You squeaked when he suddenly lunged, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it at you.

“Jisung!” you laughed, swatting at him as pieces rained down around you.

“Fair’s fair!” he laughed back, dodging your attempt to grab the bowl.

The two of you ended up in a ridiculous tangle, laughing, grabbing at each other’s hands, trying to wrestle control of the popcorn. At some point, you ended up half on top of him, one knee on the couch, your hand braced against his chest.

And suddenly, everything went quiet.

You froze, breath catching as you realized just how close you were. Jisung didn’t move, didn’t breathe, just stared up at you, his chest rising and falling under your palm.

Your laughter faded, replaced with something heavier, warmer. “Ji…” you said softly, voice almost teasing but not quite. “You gonna keep staring at me like that, or…?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his rings buzzing faintly against his skin. You shifted slightly, your thigh brushing his, and Jisung’s breath hitched, his self-control cracking just a little more. You noticed, tilting your head, your grin turning slow and playful. “You’re acting weird again,” you teased, but your voice was softer now, more curious than mocking.

“Am I?” he murmured, eyes flicking briefly—dangerously—to your throat before he forced them back up to meet yours.

You smiled, leaning just a fraction closer, close enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath. “Mm-hm. Weird. Nervous. Like you’re… hiding something.”

He swallowed hard, forcing a shaky smile. “Maybe I am.”

You tilted your head, a slow, daring smile tugging at your lips. “Then show me.”

Jisung’s breath hitched. And just like that, every scrap of self-control he’d been clinging to all night snapped. He surged forward before you could say anything else, his hand curling around your jaw, pulling you down into him.

The kiss was nothing soft or careful—it was heated, messy, his mouth crashing against yours like he’d been holding himself back for years.

You gasped against him, surprised for only a second before you kissed him back just as hard, your hands fisting into the front of his hoodie. Jisung groaned low in his throat, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his other hand gripping your hip as you shifted closer, straddling his lap without even thinking about it.

“God, you’re—” he broke away for half a second, his breath ragged, eyes dark as they locked on yours, “—you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You grinned breathlessly, your lips already red and kiss-swollen. “Good to know.”

He growled softly at that, surging back in, kissing you harder, deeper, like he couldn’t get enough.

Your hands slid up into his hair, tugging lightly, and Jisung nearly lost it, groaning into your mouth as his fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You shifted against him, a soft, involuntary sound escaping your throat—and that was it.

That sound wrecked him.

His rings buzzed faintly, struggling to stabilize the sharp spike of hunger and need flooding through him, but it wasn’t enough. He broke from your lips, panting, burying his face against your jaw, kissing down your neck—messy, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver.

“Ji—” you gasped softly, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped against your skin, his voice low and wrecked, fangs barely grazing the curve of your neck. “Please—tell me to stop.”

You tilted your head just slightly, giving him more space, your breath coming faster. “Not gonna do that.”

Jisung froze for half a heartbeat, his entire body going tense. Then he groaned—low, desperate—and kissed you again, harder than before, his hands roaming now, sliding under your hoodie to grip your waist, your back, like he couldn’t decide where to touch you first.

You broke the kiss for just a second, breathless, smiling against his mouth. “You’re so not fine right now.”

“Yeah,” Jisung panted, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes blown wide, “you have no idea.”

And then he kissed you again, deeper, hungrier, pulling you flush against him, the movie long forgotten, the snacks abandoned, the world narrowing down to just you and him and the way you tasted under his hands.

The couch creaked under you as Jisung kissed you like he was making up for every second of the last three years—hot, frantic, hungry.

Your hands slid under his hoodie, and when you tugged, he broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor.

And that’s when you froze.

“Ji—oh my God,” you breathed, your eyes widening as you took him in.

Because somewhere between human-Jisung and now, he’d clearly changed.

Black ink curled under his collarbone, peeking out from under the neckline of his T-shirt.

“You have tattoos now?!”

Jisung smirked faintly, though his breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling fast. “Not the reaction I was expecting.”

You ran your fingers lightly over the one peeking from under his collarbone, tracing the lines, and he shuddered under your touch.

“God, you look—” You caught yourself, cheeks flushed, before finishing, “—different. In a good way. Definitely in a good way.”

“Yeah?” he asked, voice low, teasing but with something darker curling underneath.

“Yeah,” you said honestly, meeting his eyes again.

That was all it took for him to crash back into you, kissing you harder, deeper, his hands sliding under your hoodie now, gripping your waist firmly as if he couldn’t get you close enough.

“Ji—” you gasped when he dragged his lips down your neck again, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make your pulse jump.

“Don’t,” he rasped against your throat, his voice wrecked, “don’t say my name like that, you’ll kill me.”

You laughed breathlessly, tilting your head slightly to give him more space. “Not my fault you’re acting like you haven’t kissed anyone in years.”

“I haven’t,” he muttered against your skin, the confession slipping out raw, desperate. “Only wanted you.”

Your heart skipped, but before you could reply, his hands were tugging your hoodie up, pausing only when you raised your arms to let him pull it over your head.

The second it hit the floor, his gaze flicked down—hungry, starving—and you felt heat rush through you under that look alone.

“Ji,” you teased, grinning despite your own flushed cheeks, “you’re staring.”

“Can you blame me?” he said hoarsely, already leaning in to kiss you again, his hands skimming your sides, your ribs, sliding around to your back like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.

Your fingers grabbed at his T-shirt next, tugging at the hem.

“Off,” you murmured against his mouth.

He didn’t even hesitate, sitting back just enough to pull it over his head—and oh God.

Your eyes widened again.

“More tattoos,” you whispered, your gaze tracing the way the ink adorned his side.

Jisung smirked faintly, leaning forward, caging you in against the couch. “You can look later,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, “right now, I need—”

He cut himself off with another kiss, rougher this time, almost frantic, his hands sliding up your thighs, tugging you closer until you were practically straddling him.

And then you shifted just slightly, grinding down without meaning to, and Jisung groaned, low and wrecked, his forehead pressing to your shoulder for half a second.

Then—suddenly—he shifted, his control slipping entirely.

In one quick, fluid motion, he grabbed your waist and turned, laying you flat against the couch cushions, your back sinking into the soft fabric as he moved between your legs, bracing himself above you.

You blinked up at him, breathless, your heart hammering. “Ji—” His eyes—God, his eyes—were blown wide, dark and glinting, hunger swirling in every inch of his expression. And then his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, tugging.

“Ji—wait—” you laughed breathlessly, startled but not stopping him, “you’re—impatient much?”

“I told you,” he muttered, his voice dropping even lower, “I can’t stop.”

His hands slid firmly down your hips, dragging your shorts lower, his rings buzzing faintly against your skin as if even they were trying to ground him. But they weren’t working. Not this time.

Because he was starving.

And you smelled so warm, so alive, your pulse thudding so loud in his ears it was maddening.

When he tugged your shorts down your thighs, you laughed again, trying to tease him through your own rising heat. “Wow, Ji. Didn’t know you were so—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, leaning over you, his mouth crashing against yours again, his hands gripping your thighs now, pushing them apart as he settled between them, caging you in completely.

The kiss was desperate, messy, his tongue sliding against yours like he needed to taste every part of you.

Your fingers scrambled for his shoulders, clutching at him as you kissed him back just as hard, heat pooling low in your stomach. “Ji—” you started, but the look he gave you shut you up immediately.

“Let me,” he rasped, his voice low, rough, his fingers tightening on your thighs. “Please. I need to taste you.”

Your stomach flipped at the sound of his voice—hoarse, desperate—and all you could do was nod.

He hooked his fingers into your panties, tugging them down and discarding them. You gasped as the cool air hit your skin, but before you could tease him for how fast he moved, he was already settling lower, pushing your thighs wider apart.

“Ji—”

“Shh,” he muttered, kissing along your inner thigh, his fangs grazing lightly but not breaking skin, teasing, making you shiver. “I told you, I can’t stop.”

And then his mouth was on you.

The first swipe of his tongue dragged a broken sound out of you, your hips jerking involuntarily.

“Fuck,” Jisung groaned against you, his voice muffled, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise as he pulled you closer. “You taste—God, you taste so good.”

He didn’t pace himself, didn’t bother with teasing—he dove in like a man starved, licking into you with messy, eager strokes, sucking at your clit before sliding his tongue back down to lap at you again.

Your back arched, your hands flying to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as you gasped his name.

“Ji—oh my God—”

At that, he groaned low, the sound vibrating against you, making your legs shake.

He pulled back just enough to pant against you, his breath hot on your skin, before licking another long, slow stripe up your center. “You’re so wet already,” he said hoarsely, his voice wrecked, “all for me, yeah?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—” you gasped, tugging at his hair, trying to pull him closer even though he was already pressed between your thighs.

Jisung smirked against you, nipping lightly at your inner thigh before going back to your clit, sucking harder now, his tongue moving faster, relentless.

You were already trembling, your breaths coming out quick and shallow, and he was eating you like he had no intention of stopping, his pace growing more desperate, almost frantic, like the taste of you was driving him insane.

“Ji—fuck—you’re—gonna—”

“Cum for me,” he growled against you, his grip tightening on your thighs, holding you still even as you squirmed under him. “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

The words were a growl against your skin, and before you could even gasp out a reply, Jisung dove back in, hungrier than before.

His tongue moved in desperate, erratic strokes, dragging from your entrance to your clit in long, sloppy licks, his mouth working you like he couldn’t get enough.

“Ji—” you moaned, tugging at his hair, but he just groaned in return, the vibration sending a sharp pulse of heat straight through you.

He pulled back just barely—only enough to spit, hot and messy, right over your clit before diving back down, licking it up greedily like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your hips jerking, but his grip on your thighs tightened, holding you flush to his mouth.

“Stay still,” he rasped against you, his voice wrecked, before pushing his tongue deeper this time, thrusting into you in long, deliberate strokes.

Your head tipped back against the couch cushions, a choked cry ripping from your throat. “Jisung—oh my God—”

“Mm,” he hummed, his tongue fucking into you harder now, his hands spreading you open, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. “You feel so fucking good around my tongue.”

The heat in your stomach coiled tighter, sharp and overwhelming, and every filthy, desperate sound spilling from his mouth only pushed you closer.

“Ji—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to suck your clit hard before pushing his tongue back into you, faster now, relentless. “Cum for me again. Let me taste you.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair, your back arching as that coil finally snapped again.

“Jisung—fuck!” you cried out, trembling as you came, clenching around his tongue as he groaned low, drinking you down like he couldn’t get enough.

He didn’t stop, not even when you tried to wriggle away from the oversensitivity—if anything, he held you tighter, his tongue still pushing into you as if he was trying to wring every last drop out of you.

“God, you taste—so good—can’t stop,” he muttered between licks, almost to himself, his voice half-crazed, like he was drunk on you.

“Ji—please—” you gasped, your thighs trembling around his head.

He finally pulled back, panting hard, his chin and lips slick, his hair a mess, his eyes blown wide with hunger.

And when he looked at you, sprawled and panting under him, his tongue darted out to lick the taste of you from his lips, and he groaned low, like just looking at you wrecked him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice rough. “I need to be inside you.”

His hands flexed on your thighs, like he was trying to ground himself, but the way his cock strained against his sweats betrayed him completely. Jisung finally stood, dragging you forward on the couch with one hand as his other shoved his sweats and boxers down in one rough motion.

You gasped, your eyes widening at the sight of him—thick, hard, flushed, the head already leaking.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, staring before you could stop yourself.

Jisung let out a strained laugh, his cheeks flushing but his expression feral, hungry. “You can’t say shit like that right now—”

“Why not?” you teased, still breathless, licking your lips as you looked him over. “You’re big, Ji. Didn’t know you were hiding that.”

His cock twitched at your words, and he groaned low in his chest, running a hand over his face like he was seconds from losing it completely.

“Stop talking,” he muttered hoarsely, stepping back between your legs, grabbing your thighs. “Or I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

Your grin turned wicked. “Promises, promises.”

That was it—his restraint snapped.

He pushed you back against the couch cushions, hands firm on your thighs as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your soaked folds.

“Ji—” you gasped, your hips jerking instinctively.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder for half a second as he dragged the tip through you, coating himself in your slick. “All this… just for me?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, voice shaking. “All for you.”

His hips twitched at that, and he bit back a growl, kissing your neck once, quick and messy, before pushing forward—

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, stretching you open, making you moan his name brokenly.

“Fuck—you feel—so good,” Jisung groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, his eyes squeezing shut like he was trying to hold himself back. “I can’t—I can’t go slow, baby, I’m sorry—”

“Then don’t,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Just—fuck me, Ji. Please.”

His eyes snapped open at that, blown wide, his expression wrecked. “God, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, before slamming his hips forward, burying himself fully inside you in one sharp thrust.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, and he groaned, low and guttural, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he started moving.

The pace turned brutal fast—deep, rough thrusts that made the couch creak beneath you, his body pressing you down into the cushions like he wanted you closer, deeper.

“Fuck, Ji—” you moaned, your head tipping back, the sounds spilling from you only spurring him on.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his mouth dragging along your throat, his fangs brushing dangerously close. “So tight—taking me so well—God, I can’t stop—”

“Don’t,” you gasped, your legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper.

“Baby, I’m—I’m gonna bite you,” he warned, his voice trembling, his thrusts growing even more desperate.

You tilted your head, giving him your neck, your voice soft but wrecked. “Do it. I trust you.”

The words hit him harder than anything else tonight.

Jisung’s breath stuttered against your skin, his thrusts faltering for just a fraction of a second—because you trusted him. Fully. Completely. You tilted your neck for him like you weren’t scared, like you wanted him.

And that—God, that shattered him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice raw, almost pained. “You have no idea what you do to me.” And clearly you didn't have no clue. Because to you? Simple bite, but to him? That meant he could finally taste you. So, he surged forward, his lips dragging over your pulse before his fangs sank into you, sharp and deep.

The sting made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders, but it melted almost instantly into heat—warm, dizzying heat that pulsed all the way through your body.

Jisung groaned low against your neck, the sound guttural, almost animal, as he drank. Your blood hit his tongue and his hips snapped forward, harder than before, his pace turning rough and frantic, like feeding only made him hungrier in every way.

“God, you—” he panted between licks, his thrusts relentless, “you taste so fucking good—sweet—perfect—”

Your moans grew louder, your body arching into his with every thrust, the mix of pleasure and his mouth at your throat sending you spiraling fast.

“Ji—fuck—you’re—oh my God—”

He growled low, fucking you harder, deeper, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he pinned you to the couch. His rings buzzed faintly against your skin, struggling to stabilize him, but they weren’t enough—not when you were clenching so tight around him, dripping, taking every thrust like you were made for him.

Your head tipped back further, exposing your neck more, and he groaned against you, licking over the bite before sinking his fangs back in.

You whimpered at the sharp sting, your hips jerking up to meet his, and his rhythm stuttered for a second—like he was barely holding on.

“Baby, you’re—fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned against your skin, his voice wrecked. “Taking me so good—so tight around me—God, I can’t stop—”

“You—don’t—don’t stop,” you gasped, your words broken between moans, your hands clawing at his back now.

“Never,” he rasped, his thrusts growing erratic now, slamming into you harder, the wet, obscene sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

You felt dizzy, drunk on him, cockdrunk, the bite sending warm, tingling waves through you as he fed, his hips pounding into you so perfectly you could barely think.

“Ji—fuck—gonna—”

“Cum for me,” he growled against your neck, his words muffled as he drank, “cum for me again, baby—I wanna feel you squeeze me—”

Your body obeyed before your mind caught up, your orgasm hitting hard, your walls fluttering around him as you cried out his name.

Jisung groaned loudly, hips jerking as he fucked you through it, feeding harder, deeper, like the taste of you coming around him was making him lose his mind completely.

“God, you’re—so good, so perfect—” he panted, finally pulling his fangs from your neck to press his lips to the bite, licking at it like he couldn’t stop himself. “Mine—fuck—you’re mine.”

You barely had time to process the possessiveness in his voice before his thrusts grew sloppy, desperate, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as his own orgasm hit, hot and deep, spilling into you as he groaned your name like a prayer.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the soft creak of the couch as Jisung finally slowed, thrusting lazily through the aftershocks.

He kissed your neck again, softer this time, licking at the bite like he was apologizing to your skin.

When he finally pulled back to look at you, his lips were red, slick, faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, his hair damp and messy, his eyes still dark but softened now, heavy-lidded and dazed.

“You okay?” he rasped, his voice hoarse, almost shy now despite what he’d just done.

You smiled up at him, flushed and blissed out, brushing sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “More than okay, Ji. That was—” You laughed breathlessly. “—fucking insane.”

He groaned softly, dropping his head against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He stayed there for a long moment, buried deep inside you, his chest pressed to yours, his breathing still rough against your skin.

You shifted slightly under him, wincing at the dull throb in your neck, and laughed breathlessly. “Okay… wow. Your fangs are no joke, huh?”

Jisung froze, his whole body going tense.

You tilted your head to look at him, amused. “Seriously, Ji, I didn’t think you’d actually bite me. Like, for real. That was… hot, though. Kind of kinkier than I expected from you.”

He groaned softly, hiding his face in your chest like a guilty puppy, his hair brushing against your bare skin.

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” he mumbled against you, his voice muffled.

You blinked down at him, raising an eyebrow. “What? Why are you acting all shy now? You just fucked me into next week.”

At that, Jisung let out a low, strained laugh, still refusing to lift his head. His arms tightened around your waist, and he nuzzled closer, his messy hair brushing your collarbone.

“Ji,” you teased, brushing your fingers through his hair, “what’s with the hiding? Are you actually embarrassed after all that?”

He muttered something against your chest you couldn’t catch.

“Hmm?”

Jisung groaned, finally lifting his head just enough to glance at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips still red and slick. “You’re—God, you’re gonna hate me when you find out.”

“Find out what?” you asked, amused, stroking his hair again.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, dropping his head back against your chest, clearly choosing to bury himself in denial instead.

You giggled, completely oblivious, shifting a little under him only to feel exactly where he still was—hard, warm, and very much still inside you.

Your eyes widened slightly, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Ji… are you still—?”

He stiffened, his arms tightening on you automatically. “…Yeah.”

You bit your lip, glancing down at him. “You’re not moving.”

“Trying to behave,” he muttered, his face still hidden against your chest.

You grinned, your fingers sliding lazily through his damp hair. “And if I told you not to behave?”

That got his attention—his head tilted up slowly, his eyes still dark, pupils blown wide, lips parting slightly.

“Don’t—” his voice dropped lower, raspier, “—don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it,” you said softly, smiling at him.

His breath hitched, and then his head dipped back to your neck, kissing over the bite softly, his hips shifting just barely—his cock twitching inside you.

“You have killed me, officially.” Jisung murmured against your neck, kissing over the bite, his hips rocking just slightly, his cock twitching inside you.

You laughed softly, still stroking his hair. “Ji… are you actually getting hard again?”

He froze for a second, his forehead dropping to your shoulder like he could hide from the question. “…Maybe.”

You grinned, biting back a laugh. “Maybe?”

He lifted his head just enough to glare at you playfully, his cheeks flushed, his lips still kiss-swollen. “Don’t sound so smug about it.”

“You’re literally still inside me,” you teased, your grin widening. “Pretty sure you don’t get to act pouty when this is your fault.”

He did pout, his lower lip sticking out as he buried his face back against your chest with a dramatic groan. “You’re impossible.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You love it.”

“Unfortunately,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin.

You smirked, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “So… round two, or are you gonna keep pretending to be responsible?”

Jisung lifted his head slowly, his dark, still-hungry eyes meeting yours. “…You’re evil.”

“Take that as a yes,” you teased.

He groaned, hiding his face again. “God, you’re gonna ruin me.”

“You already said that,” you whispered, laughing softly.

“Yeah,” he said, his pout muffled against your chest. “…Still true.”

He sighed dramatically, kissed your collarbone, and muttered, “Give me five minutes.”

You laughed so hard you almost shoved him off the couch.

The days (and nights) after that first frenzy blurred together fast—because you and Jisung had apparently decided to make up for three years of separation by… well, fucking like rabbits.

It started on his couch. Then his bed. Then his kitchen counter. Then your kitchen counter. The shower. His office once (don’t ask). There was even an ill-advised quickie in his car when you insisted on teasing him mid-drive.

You were both insatiable, giggling and wrecking each other wherever you could get away with it.

And through it all, Jisung still hadn’t told you.

Not about what he was. Not about the fact that he wasn’t just “into biting” —that he’d been feeding from you every time he sank his fangs into your neck, every lazy aftercare lick stealing another taste.

You didn’t notice. Or maybe you did and chalked it up to kink. Either way, you were blissfully oblivious, lying curled up in his bed most nights, marked and glowing while he stared at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

But Jisung was dying.

Because he wanted more.

He wanted you. Fully.

Not just quick bites mid-fuck, not just sneaking sips when you were dazed and cockdrunk—he wanted to claim you properly. Make you his.

His blood doll. His mate, if he dared.

The thought alone made his chest tight, his rings buzzing faintly every time he caught himself staring at your neck for too long.

Which is why Seungmin cornered him.

“No.”

Jisung froze mid-step in the Nocté Labs hallway, blinking at Seungmin leaning casually against the doorframe to his office.

“…No what?” Jisung asked, pretending to be clueless.

“Don’t even try it,” Seungmin said flatly, sipping from his coffee. “You’ve been scent-marking her for a week straight and you still haven’t told her? Pathetic.”

Jisung’s ears went red instantly. “Scent-marking? What the hell—”

“You’re practically walking around smelling like her blood,” Seungmin cut in smoothly. “Felix noticed. Hyunjin noticed. I noticed. Hell, Changbin doesn’t even care about gossip and even he noticed. You’re lucky Minho hasn’t dragged you into containment for unsanctioned feeding.”

Jisung groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Seung, come on—”

“No, you come on,” Seungmin said sharply. “She’s a human, Jisung. You’re feeding from her like she’s already your blood doll, and you haven’t given her a choice.”

“I’m careful,” Jisung argued weakly, but Seungmin’s unimpressed stare didn’t budge.

“Careful doesn’t mean honest. She’s going to find out eventually. You want her, right?”

Jisung’s jaw tightened. “…Yeah.”

“Then stop being a coward and claim her properly,” Seungmin said bluntly, turning to leave. “Because if you don’t, Minho’s going to file for a formal review, and I am not cleaning up that paperwork.”

Jisung groaned louder, collapsing into his office chair the second Seungmin left.

“God,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so fucked.”

The soft creak of the bathroom door opening was the only sound in Jisung’s quiet apartment. You padded out on bare feet, half-asleep, one of his hoodies drowning you to mid-thigh.

You were halfway back to bed when you noticed the glow of the fridge light spilling into the dark kitchen.

“Ji?” you whispered, rubbing your eyes.

No answer.

Curious, you shuffled closer, peeking around the doorway—

And froze.

Jisung stood with his back to you, hoodie sleeves shoved up to his elbows, head tipped back as he drank straight from a blood bag.

Not wine. Not juice. Blood.

The crimson liquid slid down his throat, the fridge light catching on the faint glow of his rings as they buzzed weakly against his fingers, stabilizing his energy.

He sighed, low and relieved, pulling the bag from his mouth—and that’s when he noticed you.

“—Oh, fuck.”

There was a full three seconds of silence where you just stared at him.

At the blood bag in his hand. At the smear of red on his lips.

Then you blinked. “…You… drink blood.”

Jisung winced, setting the bag down on the counter way too fast, his hands shooting up like he was caught stealing cookies. “Wait—okay—I can explain—”

“You drink blood,” you repeated, louder this time, eyes wide.

“Yes, but—”

“Like—human blood?”

“Yes, but—”

“Are you a vampire?!”

Jisung groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “God, this is not how I wanted you to find out.”

You stood there for a second, still blinking, your sleep-hazed brain trying to catch up.

“…So… vampire.”

“Yes,” Jisung muttered, looking like he wanted to crawl into the fridge and disappear. “Normal vampire. Turned. Not dangerous. Please don’t freak out.”

You tilted your head, still staring. “…You’re seriously a vampire? Like—fangs, blood, no sunlight?”

“Rings for sunlight,” he mumbled, wiggling his fingers.

You stared a second longer… then grinned. “Oh my God, this explains so much.”

Jisung blinked. “…Wait, you’re not screaming?”

“Should I be?” you asked, walking closer. “You bite me during sex all the time. I thought that was, like, your thing.”

He flushed instantly, his ears turning red. “It’s—not just a thing, okay? I was—feeding. A little.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “You’ve been drinking my blood?”

“Yes but—shit—okay, wait, don’t be mad—”

You tilted your head, smirking. “…Is that why you’re so obsessed with my neck?”

Jisung groaned loudly, covering his face. “I hate this. I hate everything about this.”

You, on the other hand, just stared at him, half-amused, half-baffled. “…You’ve been drinking my blood,” you said again, slower this time, like your brain was still rebooting.

“Carefully!” Jisung blurted out, lowering his hands just enough to look at you with wide, panicked eyes. “Like—tiny amounts—nothing dangerous—I swear!”

You blinked at him, then frowned, pointing toward the bathroom. “I… need to pee.”

Jisung froze. “What?”

You gestured vaguely, still half-asleep. “I woke up to pee. This whole—vampire thing—was not on my 3AM schedule. So I’m gonna pee first, and then… maybe we talk?”

Jisung opened his mouth, then shut it again, running a hand through his hair like he was seconds away from losing his mind.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, pacing one step before calling after you as you turned toward the bathroom. “Wait—wait!”

You glanced back, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

He stood there in the dim fridge light, hair messy, rings buzzing faintly, looking like a kid caught stealing candy. “…Let me take you to dinner tomorrow. A proper one. And I’ll explain everything.”

You squinted at him. “Dinner?”

“Yes. Dinner,” Jisung said quickly, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket like he was trying to look casual and failing miserably. “Not, like—blood dinner. Normal dinner. Food. Talking. I’ll tell you everything. No secrets. Promise.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “…Fancy dinner, or ramen again?”

He hesitated, then smirked faintly despite his panic. “Whatever you want. But if you make me wear a suit, you’re paying.”

You grinned, already heading toward the bathroom. “Fine. Dinner. You better tell me everything, vampire boy.”

Jisung groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “God, I’m so fucked.”

“Still gonna pee!” you called back cheerfully.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Reckless (7)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Best Friend

Warnings: Mentions of depression, heartbreak, lying etc

Word Count: 2.2k

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Previous Chapters

Minho sits in his room, the silence was deafening. He tried anything and everything to distract himself, but there was only one thing his mind kept wandering to, and it was the conversation he had with Jisung after you had gone upstairs,yesterday. His stomach twisted with anxiety as his mind raced, he knew he needed to make a decision that was best for him, but he knew, whatever decision he made was going to hurt someone he loved. He gets up, walking downstairs into the kitchen, where he sees you and Jisung, and his heart hurts instantly.

“Are you going out tonight?” Jisung asks you.

“I'm not sure. I don't have any plans yet, but I might see what Hyunjin is doing.” You say, glancing over to Minho. He completely avoids eye contact with you, making your heart sink. He hadn't said a word to you since the whole confrontation yesterday, and to be completely honest, you had thought that he would have been groveling and begging on his knees for you right now. But he wasn't. He looked stressed and sad. It made you want to hug him and tell him it was going to be okay, but you couldn't. You needed to remain strong and if he wanted you then he would show you.

At least you hoped he would.

Day after day after day you waited for Minho to say something to you, to acknowledge you but day after day he left a room if you walked in, with his head down. If you called out for him, he'd give you a sympathetic half smile before walking away from you. It left you feeling confused and hurt, wondering what the fuck was actually happening.

“I don't get it.” You sigh to Jisung. “He said he loved me.”

Jisung looks at you, trying to be sympathetic but you could tell he wasn't sincere and it made you wonder if he had done something. But you didn't ask, you left it alone. You wanted to talk to Minho, but Jisung didn't seem to think that was such a good idea.

“If he's avoiding you, it might just be for the best, yeah?” He says. “Obviously he doesn't want to talk to you, I don't think he's going to do what you expected him to do, Y/N.”

“It just doesn't make sense. Why say all those things if he knew he wasn't gonna try? Why would he get my hopes up? I really think I should talk to him.” You decide, standing up from the couch.

“No, Y/N. I'm telling you right now, leave it alone.” Jisung snaps.

You're taken aback, why was he snapping at you?

“I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt more than you already have.” He says, pulling out his wallet. “Here, take this, go out with Hyunjin, or better yet, go out with Chan. On me.” He smiles.

You hesitantly take the money, where was your actual brother, cause this guy was not it.

“Okay..” you murmur, grabbing your phone.

“That's good. Chan is the better option, I think.” He smiles, turning back towards the TV continuing to watch his show.

You walk up the stairs replaying what Jisung said to you. He wouldn't do anything to keep you apart, right?

That night, you're sitting with Chan, laughing and smiling at his stories, trying to be fully invested but you cannot stop thinking about Minho. You felt like he owed you at least a little bit of an explanation. If he didn't want to be with you, then tell you so you could move on but it felt like he had played nothing but games with you for months. And there was a partial love confession, until you finally told Jisung, and then there was a full on love confession. But since then it's been radio silence.

“You okay?” Chan asks. You look at him, slightly embarrassed.

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up in my head.” You laughed.

“Everything okay?” He asks. You nod your, smiling at him as you finish your drink. Chan slides two shots towards you, wiggling his eyebrows as he glances from the shots to you, back and forth. You laugh, taking them both back to back. “Now get out of your head, and come back to me.” He smiles.

“I'm just gonna go to the bathroom quick.” You tell him, grabbing your purse, stumbling away. You can feel the drinks hit you like a ton of bricks. You sit down on the toilet, fully clothed and pull out your phone.

[11:57pm To: Minho] Why are you doing this to me?

[11:59pm From: Minho] I'm not doing anything. Please Y/N, stop.

[12:00am To Minho] Stop what? Stop loving you? I can't. I need closure. Please.

[12:02am From: Minho] Y/N. I can't love you. Leave me alone. Move on. Be happy. Just stay away from me. Don't talk to me, don't text me, don't think about me, and please stop loving me.

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes as you read his text again, over and over. Why was life so fucking cruel? All you ever wanted was to be happy, and it seemed like you weren't even allowed to have that. But fine, if he wanted you to move on then that's what you would do, after you confronted him in person. You had too. You needed to hear him say those words to your face, you needed to watch him tell you to stay away from him, even if it ended up breaking you.

That night, Chan dropped you off and you drunkenly rushed into the house. You stomped up the stairs and stood in front of the door of Minho's room. You stood with your fist raised to bang on the door for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath while also trying to muster up the courage to actually knock. Part of you didn't want to hear him say those words because you really didn't want them to be true, but the other part of you, well you knew that you needed to hear them or you just wouldn't fully believe him.

Knock

Knock

Knock

You press your ear to the door, there's no sound of movement. Maybe he was sleeping? You place your hand on the door, twisting the knob before pushing the door open, only to find an empty room. The drawers in the dresser were open and empty, the closet where his clothes hung was empty. There were no sheets, pillows or blankets on his bed, all of his things were gone.

You rush out of the room, down to Jisung's room. You busted in, scared the shit out of him.

“He's gone.” You whisper.

“I know.” Jisung says.

“Why?” You ask.

“I don't know.” Jisung sighs. “He said it was time. He felt guilty for everything he did to you I guess.”

“No, I need to talk to him. He can't just move out without a word.” You whimper, fumbling with your phone.

“What did I say about talking to him, Y/N.” Jisung yells. “Christ, you don't listen. Don't make me tell you what he told me. Just believe me when I say, leave him alone.”

“What do you mean what he told you? What did he tell you?” You ask.

“You don't want to know.” Jisung says, avoiding your eyes.

“Tell me. Or I'll track him the fuck down.” You snap.

“He said you were nothing but a game to him. Just another notch on his belt. That you were just my little sister and nothing more.” Jisung tells you. You swore, in that moment, you could actually feel your heart shattering into a million little pieces.

“Oh.” Jisung watched as your face sank, the color completely draining from it. You said nothing else, just shuffled out of his room and went into yours. You closed the door quietly behind you, crawling into bed without the will to even get changed. Maybe if you slept, you'd feel better in the morning.

You didn't.

Over the next few weeks, It was like depression had fully taken over you. You looked in the mirror and saw a shell of the person you used to be. The bags under your eyes were heavy, your face was pale, hair was matted. You looked sick, and honestly you felt sick. You still couldn't get over the fact that he had said that about you. You'd never hurt this much over some man before and you hated yourself for letting him have this kind of effect on you but at this point you didn't know how to get out of it. You had charged your phone in weeks, not that you'd answer if anyone called or texted anyways. Hyunjin and Jisoo tried to see you, but you wouldn't even roll over to say hi. Instead you hid under your covers and silently wept until they left.

And Jisung. He tried to get you to eat anything, drink anything but you wouldn't. You had no interest in fueling your body. Until it had been just over a month and Jisoo and Hyunjin had enough. They busted into your room as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“Shower time!” Jisoo yells. Hyunjin marches past you, turning on your shower before throwing you over his shoulder and sitting you in the tub fully clothed, despite your weak protests.

“Why!” You yell out as Jisoo takes your hair from its bun. She sits with you, washing your hair, rinsing it, conditioning it and rinsing it again. She helps you brush your teeth before helping you into clean, dry clothes. And then she sits with you, brushing out your hair as you listen to her talk. A lot of what she was saying were things you knew were true and things you had told yourself, but it was different hearing it from someone else. A few hours later, she had fully brushed out your hair, took your hand and took you downstairs to make you something to eat. Luckily Hyunjin was already finishing up making some of your favorite food. You hadn't realized how hungry you actually were until you smelt it. Your stomach growled as your mouth drooled. You sat down, eating, talking and finally smiling for the first time in a while.

Every day after that, Jisoo and Hyunjin were over, and every day, you were becoming yourself a little bit more and more. You were finally starting to move on and move forward. It felt good. You were feeling good. You still missed Minho, and you honestly weren't sure if you would ever stop.

A few weeks later, you decided to meet up with Chan for coffee. He had you laughing until your stomach hurt, and it felt so fucking good to be out again and feel like yourself again, especially with someone who was genuinely interested in you and being with you. He had asked you out again that night, wanting to take you for dinner and out of drinks after. You accepted, excited for the night. You walked down the street after your coffee, telling Chan you had wanted to do a little window shopping before going home. Of course he offered to go with you but you politely declined, wanting to be alone and take your time. As you're walking down the street, you're looking at a beautiful silver ring in the window. You sigh before you continue walking, accidentally bumping into someone. You look up and your breath hitches. It was the last person you had expected to see out.

“Minho.” You whisper. He was thin, thinner than usual. The bags under his eyes looked almost exactly how yours had, along with his sunken face.

“Y/N.” He responds, staring at you, looking you up and down. “You look good.” He half smiles.

“You should have seen me a few weeks ago. I was a mess after you left.. after you said that shit about me.” You half yell, remembering you were in public.

“What?” He asks. “What stuff did I say?”

“Don't play dumb, Minho. I was just another notch on your belt. Just Jisung’s little sister. A game.” You say.

“Who said I said that about you? I never fucking said that.”

“Jisung. He kept telling me to stop talking to you because you didn't want to talk to me.” You explain.

“That motherfucker.” Minho snaps. “Don't go home for a while, unless you wanna see your brother's ass beat.” He yells, storming off. You follow him, sliding into the passenger seat of his car.

“I deserve to know what's going on.” You deadpan, buckling your belt. Good thing you did, because you and Minho managed to get to your house in record time.

“HAN FUCKING JISUNG.” Minho screams, storming into the house.

Jisung jumps up off the couch, looking absolutely fucking terrified.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, looking between Minho and you.

“I happened to run into Y/N on the street, where she started screaming at me about why I would say such shitty things about her. She doesn't know, does she?” Minho yells, pointing to you. “She doesn't know you told me that I had to choose between staying friends with you, or being with the one that I fucking fell in love with.”

“You did what?” You whisper, staring at your brother.

Jisung stands there, his eyes darting between you and Minho, unable to utter a sentence, not even a word. Turns out Jisung would do whatever he could to keep you apart.

[fairyminnie444]

Hi, I want to manifest the absence of something I've been experiencing for a long time (health and wellness related). The thing is, after I get rid of this state, I have a lot of things to do that I can't do because of this ailment. And when I affirm that I don't have this ailment, I ask myself why I don't do what I've been putting off for so long, since I'm fine now. I know I don't need to act as if, and I don't want to, as it will trigger me. I can't imagine and tell myself that I'm actually doing those activities, because they require certain thoughts (for example, I haven't watched any shows and when I say I watch them, I feel stupid, because I don't know what's going on in those shows). I also feel stupid when I say I don't have that ailment anymore and yet I'm doing some bs (something I wouldn't do if I were fine). I've tried future tense affirming, but it didnt work, and honestly it doesn't make me feel any better to think that it's going to happen soon, because I've had that ailment for so long. Anyway, what would your advice be?

It sounds like you’re struggling because you’re caught between the desire to manifest the absence of this ailment and the pressure of what comes after—trying to reconcile your current reality with your desired one. Here’s how I would approach this:

1. Focus on the End Result: Don’t worry about the details of “doing” anything just yet. Instead, focus on the feeling of being free from the ailment. Your goal is to shift into the state where you are already without this issue. You don’t need to immediately act on that new state by doing things—your first step is just to believe and feel that the ailment is gone.

Affirmations like “I am healthy and whole now” or “My body is free and strong” should be your focus. You’re not saying “I will do X, Y, or Z when I feel better,” you’re affirming that you are already better, and that’s enough.

2. Let Go of the “How”: You don’t need to know what actions you’ll take once you’re healthy. That’s the 3D getting involved and trying to control the process. Just stay focused on the end state—feeling good, free from the ailment, and healthy. This will allow the 3D to catch up in its own way. The “how” will unfold once the new belief is firmly in place.

3. Don’t Force Yourself to Imagine the Actions: It’s okay if you can’t imagine yourself doing those activities yet. Instead of imagining the doing, focus on how it would feel to be healthy and capable. Think about how good it will feel to live a life without this limitation, without worrying about the ailment. It’s not about visualizing action—it’s about feeling the freedom that comes with your health being restored.

4. Release the Resistance: If imagining the future feels forced or uncomfortable, stop. There’s no need to push yourself into it. Trust the process and let go of the pressure to “act as if” or to fill in the details. You’re shifting into a new version of yourself where the ailment doesn’t exist, and from that state, the actions will flow naturally when it’s time.

5. Affirmations and Trust: If you feel triggered by affirmations like “I am doing X, Y, or Z,” then simply focus on “I am healthy now” and let go of the need to prove it by doing things. The truth is, once your health is fully restored in your mind, the actions you want to take will feel natural, and the desire to do those activities will come without resistance.

Stay focused on who you are becoming, not on how you’re going to do things. The more you focus on the absence of the ailment, the more it will disappear. When you affirm, “I am free from this ailment,” do it without needing to justify it by action immediately. The 3D will follow your inner state of health and well-being.

[pleasantspark]

Final Statement Against The Critical Community

Note: Since people cannot read here's what I said below in regards to talking and dragging it on, since its obvious both parties aren't willing to talk it out which really made me upset. I won't be accepting any negative or hot takes at all responses, because there's really nothing to say. It's adults acting like children and telling me what to feel and assigning me labels that don't stick at all.

Please don't send hate to anyone, don't comment and send in asks with the attempt at debating me your comments will be removed as with inboxes, I will block if its persistent, I don't care if you don't care about this drama. Just don't respond if you don't care. I simply am tired and want this shit to be over with. If you can't handle what I say then heed my description with the 18+ and my Pinned post and make like a egg and scramble. I don't cater to people who find it okay to send harassment because of a word, a word. I am uncensored, unraw and unfiltered. I'm the real news, cuz what you see is what you get. No refunds.

Remember kids, you have to actively go out there and cater to YOUR DNI list not force people to abide by it. The point of a DNI is to cater your page and by doing that you have to get up and block the people.

Me? I don't care who interacts with me, or what I just block them. The problem with today's kids is that they expect people to drop everything and comply but you have to keep up with your triggers and dislikes.

I find the idea of letting millions of users know you don't like [X], [Y], [Z] is a safe way to weaponize those things against you, I am not saying it to be mean, but imo it's a form of doxxing yourself because it puts you in a situation where you want to cry and what's been seen before it's proof that you guys cannot function at all.

"DON'T YOU HAVE TRI--"

Yeah I do, but I don't say anything. I just silently block and move on, I don't make a self serving, disrespectful diss post catered to stroking the egos of millions of butthurt people.

KiwiFarms already was aware of our corner, and they are mocking you for your freakout.

"It's not a word to me its--"

Okay, like bffr calling someone with Autism a apath is extremely disrespectful (and ironic given the topic was about "muh ableism" but I digress, even moreso amusing because that was proof no one cares about ableism even if its someone you claim was ableist.), especially since you went out of one ear or the other with my explanation. I've been called that word several times, by my abusers, by my step-dad. Overtime the trauma just faded and I just roll it off my back.

"Yeah I AM a retard. So what?"

That word means less to me then it did when I allowed those pricks to use to hurt me, when I use it, I am thinking about how it's a word I can wear with a badge of honor, some of you don't agree and that's fine, but I find it annoying that people come here and try to act entitled telling me "hurr durr you can't say that!!111!!" while also making assumptions about my character, speculating if I am "mentally ill" or not or even downright trying to claim that the R WORD is more offensive then the N or F Word. This is funny and rich coming from half of you who want non censored works, and for Viv to be more open about her controversy.

Because, something's got to change, I've had enough time to realize with Limus, ImpperfectCritques and Critical-Bug is this fandom is highly toxic, highly unable to talk out their issues in private and are willing to handle it out on the open and get offended at the backlash they receive.

Several people in and out of the FANDOM including me HAVE TOLD YOU GUYS TO SETTLE THIS IN DMS. None of them did, I did have my inbox open to the two of them as I was following them, but they did not handle it.

What they say about me is enough to tell you they did not read my posts nor did they understand my stance, instead they claimed I was [X] and once again used a harmful stereotype to describe autistic people.

I dunno man, claiming I am ableist when using a word that's harmful to autistic people, isn't fighting ableism. It's perpetrating the belief.

Right now, all I have to say is. Please do better. This whole week was a mess because no one wanted to hear each other out. And now that the dust settled, I will be keeping tabs and making sure if this behavior is repeated there will be no walking away.

Because if anything people don't realize repetitive behaviors are signs of people not learning from their mistakes, and I am tired of this community doing ridiculous stunts in an attempt as being "there" for their community but also at the expense of someone who has a different opinion and idea of things.

Also if you're wondering my Political Stance, I am an independent/democratic party. I am not Right or Alt Right just someone with a far mature brain set who isn't afraid at saying something controversial because daddy YouTube will demonetize me, say what you want about me, there's people who love this side of me, unlike the safety net of anons who probably are you, that are willing to throw you under the bus and have you kneel to apologize for the littlest of things.

You don't have to apologize, that shows how weak willed and a pushover you were, apologizing over saying a word is peak brainrot, if anything you should apologize for serious allegations not a word people chose to get offended over, this is such a first world issue.

As for me? I will be criticizing the show but I won't attach myself to this community, some of you are lost on why we all left.

It's because some of you cannot handle speaking in private, this is why most people left and deactivated due to the immaturity of the fanbase, if you can't handle someone then maybe this space isn't for you, complaining about Chai, complaining about ShitLover6969, Cherri and RaySquid and NOW ME has become the new norm. This has NOTHING to do with Hazbin and it's ridiculous, I do hope someday you all can stop tearing your faces out because this is sad. Not even sad, very disappointing.

Sorry for those who witnessed my downspiral, I've never been one to open up about things like this, but sometimes people spread false assumptions about me, and it's getting enough. So there, final statement, I won't be accepting any negative or hot takes at all, because there's really nothing to say. It's adults acting like children and telling me what to feel and assigning me labels that don't stick at all. Some of you really should listen to both parties instead of picking a side methinks because what happens if someone takes their own life in the community because of false allegations and people assuming.

What did we say about assume?

It makes an ass out of u and me.

That is true everyone including me was a complete and utter idiot. We all assumed and look where it got us? Nowhere. So this is a lesson to ONCE AGAIN HANDLE THINGS IN PRIVATE NOT INVOLVE A PEANUT GALLERY IN YOUR SOAPBOX THANKS!

[captain-heartstrings]

Question! (Dw this isnt bad im judt trying to help get the number of wh asks down)

Would it help if maybe you put it in your pinned post maybe? Like.. saying you dont want to hear or have wh mentioned around you, your not making content for thst anymore, and post a link to the post of you saying you aint making anymore content for x, y, and z reasons? /nm/genq /nf!

Im sorry if this seems stupid or anything i just trying to think of ways where it could lower the number of questions since i know it bugs ya alot! It could possibly help maybe!

Ah see. I've actually already tried that before. It didn't last long because it didn't seem to be working.

I've come to terms with the fact that there's just gonna be idiots who won't look into it before they ask. It doesn't bother me as much anymore that means I get to make memes about them and laugh at their stupidity.

If I'm lucky I'll give someone a snapshot into what it's like being a fanartist who got recognized for the one thing they don't make anymore.

Word of advice for those people:

It's not your fault.

[cass-the-mess]

Take Me Home

What if Price was the one to fall by the hands of Makarov?

This one is for @stararch4ngelqueen, my angst partner and the person who inspires me to write these things the most 🫡 ❤️

TW: Major character death, blood, gore, injury description, ANGST!! No happy ending here folks.

Pairing: Reader "Zero" X Captain John Price

AN: I'm using Zero as the callsign but this is an ALTERNATE ending to MW3, and therefore not canon to my current fic Callsign: Zero, this is also a drabble so stuff is probably not accurate since Price doesn't die in the OG version and this is my own my version of it.

Heavy droplets of rain trickle down your neck and into your already soaked gear, the raging storm around you not seeming to let up as you look into the scope of your rifle, your heartbeat thundering in your ears as you try to stay calm.

A crack of lightning flashes before you, the heavy rumble of the thunder making the ground shake dangerously below you, your breath hitches as you fight to contain the panic clawing at the back of your throat, the heavy ball of it resting uneasily in your chest, growing heavier and heavier with each passing second.

“Task Force, this is Zero, how copy?” You speak into the radio at your shoulder, a last-ditch effort to try and regain communication with your team. The dull buzzing from the communication device indicating the lack of connection from the other members.

You curse under your breath as tears of frustration start welling up in your eyes, a short sob escaping you as you hiccup quietly from your perch on the roof of the decrepit building you’re currently hiding on. Tears blur your eyes as you try to blink them away, scanning the empty road and buildings across you, waiting, hoping, praying that your team is safe somewhere out there.

“Z? Zero this is Gaz, how copy?” A rough voice coughs out suddenly through the radio, startling you out of your panic, you fumble with the device attached to your vest, almost dropping it in the process.

“Gaz? Gaz, this is Zero, what’s your position?” You rush out, pushing your earpiece further into your ear, straining to hear what’s happening on the other end of the line.

“Got roughed up pretty bad, caught a bullet, don’t know where the others are, we got separated I think, Price is going after Makarov alone.” He wheezes painfully, his words choppy and slurred as he tries to relay the information, your heart seizing up in your thorax.

“Fuck. Okay, don’t move, I’m coming to you, can you describe your surroundings?” You tell him, getting up from where you were hiding previously, the earlier plan going out the door now that that your team had been compromised.

“Y-Yeah, hmm fuck, ‘bout 250 meters north out from your position, last building on the street, blue car in the driveway, can’t miss it.” He tells you, pain evident in his voice.

“Gaz? Where’d you get shot, can you stop the bleeding until I get there?” You ask him, your panic growing at the pain in his voice.

“Yeah- s’just a graze on my side, not even bleeding that much, think I might’ve broke my leg though.” He chuckles dryly, groaning as you hear him shuffling on the ground, a sigh of relief forcing its way out of you.

“Zero- I, listen, call med evac for me, you need to go after Price, he won’t make it if he goes after Makarov alone, I don’t know where the rest of the team is, but you can’t let him do this alone.” He tells you, his tone suddenly extremely somber, you feel your stomach drop at his statement, the panic that had been steadily growing in you, suddenly wrapping its claws around your lungs and squeezing, forcing you to a stop.

“Gaz, what are you talking about?” You rasp out, your legs burning from exertion as you fly down the flights of stairs to get to the ground floor, urgency pushing you to your limit.

“Just. GO.” He whispers harshly into your earpiece, clicking his communication device off simultaneously. You barely have time to react when the rumbling of an explosion throws you off balance, launching you to the ground, the ground shaking with the force of it.

You gasp as you look into the distance at the damage, a fire burning bright through the night, flames licking up the sides of the structures surrounding them, almost blinding you with its brightness, making you choke on the force of your own emotions.

At that moment your radio comes back to life, a crackle of electricity going through it before you hear the voice of your fellow lieutenant almost screaming through it, you scramble at your equipment to grab it, pushing on the button on the side to open your end of the line.

“ZERO! WE NEED BACKUP, NOW! PRICE IS COMPROMISED, I REPEAT- PRICE HAS BEEN COMPROMISED.” He screams through, panic bleeding through each of his words, you can almost hear the fire burning so close to him through the radio.

“Ghost? I’m on way, calling med evac ASAP, where’s Makarov?” You question him as you start running through the rubble towards the burning inferno, adrenaline pumping through your veins and pushing you forward, no longer caring for stealth. You send out a distress signal, letting the evac team know that they need to come and prepare for casualties.

“He’s in that fucking building with the captain, we lost eyes on them when it exploded, Soap is wounded but he can still fight.” He tells you, his voice rough with emotion, panic betraying his usually calm façade.

You run through the abandoned streets of the area you’re in, the rain hitting your skin with more and more force the closer you get to the burning fire, the sting of each droplet making you wince as you push through your exhaustion, the only thing keeping you going is the need to bring everyone back to safety, your own panic temporarily forgotten.

You round one last corner and come face to face with the giant inferno, the flames growing more and more violent as the wind picks up, the heat almost too much to bear. You look around for a way into the burning building, your mind trying to come up with ways to get through to get the captain and get out.

“Through the back! There’s an opening through the back where the fire hasn’t reached yet!” A voice shouts from a distance, you turn around to watch as Ghost walks up to you, supporting Soap with one shoulder and supporting his gun with the other. You nod quickly as you start running towards the burning structure, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

You find the opening quickly, your head on a swivel as you take a rag from your pocket, covering your nose and mouth from the smoke engulfing the space around you. You don’t have time to push in, a massive body tackling you to the ground as another explosion rings out, the wind knocking out of you as your head hits the pavement, stars swimming in your eyes for a second.

You open your eyes and push the body off of you, not realizing who it is yet as you watch the remaining structure crumble to pieces, rubble falling to the ground, causing it to vibrate under your feet.

You turn around then, your eyes zeroing on the man at your feet, your breath punching out of you when you make out his features, the familiar outline of his beard melting in with the dirt coating his face, speckles of blood splattered on his skin.

You gasp, your legs giving out from under you as you try to reach him, tears blurring your vision as a sob escapes you, the reality of the situation suddenly hitting you full force. You tug at the equipment strapped to the man’s chest, a newfound urgency possessing you.

Thick, warm blood coats your gloves as a strangled gasp escapes him, his hands coming up to grasp yours, wild eyes trying to focus on your features, smearing blood further on you as his mouth moves below you, trying to form words to no avail, he starts to cough then, choking on the liquid slowly filling his thoracic cavity, drowning.

“John! Please John! No, no, no. Come on, stay with me captain.” You scream, ripping off your gloves to try and pinpoint the source of the bleeding, his gasps becoming more and more strangled, bloody fingers reaching for your face as your cries grow louder in the night.

You hear hurried footsteps behind you as you rip open his shirt. Bloody, mangled skin meets your tear-stricken eyes, another sob chokes itself out of you as you find the source of the bleeding, multiple bullet wounds to the chest. You take a shaky breath before lifting up his top half from the ground, your eyes finding multiple exit wounds with blood slowly trickling out of them, staining the dirt below, the metallic smell of it choking you.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You curse through your sobs, rolling him to his back once more, your hands coming to his chest, pressing down on the wounds to staunch the flow of blood as you watch the life drain from his eyes, pupils slowly losing focus as his own stained hands still reach for you, one of them grasping your cheek firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N…” He gasps out, the syllables of your name slurred as he tries to voice his last words, calloused hand still holding your cheek, cold slowly seeping into his weakening body as he searches your features for comfort. Blood staining your tear-stained cheeks as the rain continues its assault, dark red turning to a soft pink as it slides off your face and back onto the ground below you.

Ghost and Soap drop down next to you at that moment, breaths heaving with exhaustion as they take in the extent of the damage, Ghost taking out stims from his bag and immediately injecting Price with one of them, a strangled gasp escaping him at the sudden rush of adrenaline.

“Where’s evac?” You cry out as you press down harder on the man’s chest, Soap coming next to you to add more pressure, the sound of helicopters in the distance overshadowing the sounds of the raging storm around you. Ghost takes a flare out of his belt and lights it to alert them of your position.

“John? John come on, stay with it yeah? We’ll fix you right up old man.” You tell him, your voice breaking as you try to give him a reassuring smile.

“N-not gonna- make it, l-love.” He answers, his own lips twisting into a pained smiled, blood trickling out of his mouth, another coughing fit taking hold of him as his fingers slip from your face.

“Take me home…” He mumbles quietly, so low you think you might’ve hallucinated it.

“Fuck, we’re losing him LT, there’s too much blood.” Soap panics next to you, his own voice overtaken with emotion as he watches the life slip out of his captain’s body, warmth draining from his bloodied form, voices shouting orders in the distance as the evac team finally lands.

You watch in horror as the man you love slips through your helpless fingers, his normally bright blue eyes, becoming blurred and unfocused, the blue turning to a lifeless grey. His breathing becoming more and more shallow with each passing second before he finally lets out one last strangled wheeze as he goes limp on the cold hard ground beneath him.

The two men at your side letting out a strangled cry as you stare unblinking at him, your own hands slowly slipping from his chest. You sit back on your heels and look at your bloodied hands, tears coming freely from your eyes now, your mind bending and breaking as wave upon wave of grief crashes into you, the sliver of happiness you thought you had, snatched from your hands before you’d even had the chance to taste it properly.

You faintly hear someone talking to you, the words seeming so far away, like a dull echo, the words not registering in your mind as your eyes stay fixed on your lover’s body. Hands grab your shoulder as if to gain your attention, but you simply can’t bring yourself to care, eyes sliding up to rest on John’s beautifully broken face, his eyes still open and staring at you, even with no life in them, his eyes still hold so much love in them. A love you never thought you’d ever be deserving of.

You stay on your knees next to him for what feels like an eternity, your own eyes becoming unfocused at the rain washes away the traces of blood from your hands, the ground below soaking up the captain’s life force, leaving only a cold carcass in its wake, people around you still working relentlessly to bring everyone else home, safe and sound where they’ll see their family and enjoy a warm meal surrounded by those they love.

Not you though, you’re going back to an empty house filled with memories that will no doubt fade in time, you’re going back to a home holding the smell of the man who once held your broken heart in his careful hands and spent countless hours putting it back together, breaking down the walls you’d built around it to replace them with a home, filled with warmth, and love, and laughter.

A home you’d plan to live in together, maybe even have children in, retire in, and live happily ever after in.

No such luck in your life after all, people like you don’t get happy endings.

People like him only live to die.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

N Harmonia Fluff Alphabet

One anon asked for an N fluff alphabet and another asked for just any N content, so I hope this sates you both!

Not proof read so rip me

Enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

Rather expectantly, N loves looking after Pokemon with you! Whether you’re playing with, feeding or tending to them, he really enjoys seeing you being so sweet and kind to cute little mons and giant scary monsters alike.

He also loves just snuggling up with you and playing with each other’s’ hair. He really cherishes that kind of gentle, intimate affection.

Other than that, he really enjoys doing mundane things with you, stuff like going grocery shopping, cleaning the house, gardening etc, even before you live together. There’s something very comforting about it.

Oh, and he loves dancing with you!

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He admires your kindness obviously, but also your determination and resilience! He thinks you’re so strong, and in turn, it emboldens him too!

As for physical beauty? He loves your smile, even just a little quirk of your lips makes him so happy. It’s just so precious!

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

N isn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but he definitely tries his best to offer you support. Usually he just sits with you and lets you vent, or cry into his shoulder, often bringing a cute pokemon with him to cheer you up. He also likes bringing you on walks, hoping it might clear your head.

His words of affirmation, though few, are quite powerful, so you know he means them.

When he’s sad, he’d like to be treated in a similar fashion, just quiet support and cute Pokemon

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

N doesn’t really know how he wants his life to go, the only thing he’s certain of is that he wants to continue improving the relationships between humans and Pokemon, and that he wants to be with you for the rest of time.

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

Due to his lack of experience, he’s definitely more on the passive side, preferring to let you take the lead when it comes to dates and stuff. Though he has no problem asserting himself (gently) if he wants to do something else instead.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

N hates fighting with you, absolutely despises it, so he tends to avoid it when he can. Inevitably, like in all relationships, you end up in a few spats. He’s never mean to you, but he does try talk over you and has a habit of just walking out instead of working out the issue right away. Really he just goes for a walk to calm him down, and he’s usually back in an hour or two, but you probably don’t solve your disagreement until the next day.

He finds it quite easy to admit fault and apologise, so you don’t have to weasel a ‘sorry’ out of him. And due to his earnest nature, you know he means it.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

When N gives a gift, most of the time, he doesn’t even realise it. He just sees something he thinks you’d like and just gives it to you without a second thought. Usually it’s pretty flora or candy, occasionally it’s a plush. Sometimes you get gifts very often, sometimes it’s weeks, maybe months, between each present.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

N can be described as blissfully confused when in love. So soft and blushy and not totally sure what he’s feeling, but he sure does love it, and you. His Pokemon friends pick up on it immediately and root for the two of you.

Unintentionally brags. He just thinks you’re swell and tends to bring that up often, but he’s not trying to gloat.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

You seemed to handle that little joltik so carefully as you returned it to its mother galvantula, without an ounce of fear or malice in your eyes, and truly only kindness in your heart. It made him feel so at ease, like he had found a kindred spirit.

Not only was he right, he also found his soulmate too,

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

N doesn’t quite understand jealousy. Like, you love each other, what does he have to worry about? He likes your friends a lot, and he finds anybody who tries to flirt with you more annoying than anything else

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

At the beginning, N’s kisses are sweet but awkward, he’s so new to it, so he’s a bit afraid he might make a mistake. As your relationships progresses though, he becomes more comfortable and confident with it, and kisses reflect that, so soft and caring and full of meaning

I did a whole thing about N and kissing here

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

Really what doesn’t he love? It’s not that he puts you on a pedestal, he just genuinely finds you amazing and he loves you so much

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

N doesn’t feel the need to marry you, as long as you’re in love, that’s what matters to him, a piece of paper doesn’t make it any more valid than it is in his eyes.

That being said, if you want to get married, he’s down for it, but don’t expect anything sappy or traditional. No proposal, no huge event, just the two of you exchanging heartfelt vows at the courthouse, with matching rings.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He doesn’t really use nicknames, just the occasionally “Love” or “Dear”

On the flipside, he loves your nicknames for him. Some of his favourites are “Cutie”, “Sweetie”, “Greenie” and “Nat”

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

While I wouldn’t say N is an open book, he doesn’t really hide things from you. He tells you how he feels without much fanfare, and you’re made aware of his past quite early on, even before you started dating.

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

N’s actually pretty good at cooking, and tends to cook pretty often, especially when you’re on the road together. His meals are simple and comforting, sometimes spicy, lots of soups and curries and rice.

Since he’s vegetarian, he prefers to cook for the two of you instead of going out, since most restaurants don’t have great options for him. That being said, if you find a place with a good menu, he’s totally down to take you there.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

N does not understand the concept of BS, so you don’t have to worry about playing weird mind games to find out what he really wants. As a result, your relationship is quite chill

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Again, he’s not traditionally romantic, but he does care about you quite a lot and loves making you smile. And while it doesn’t say “I love you” very often, he means it, and that is a lot more valuable than any serenade or flower bouquet

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

If you play with his hair, he’s out like a light. While he’s cuddles are lax and loose when he’s awake, he hugs you like a teddy when he’s fast asleep.

His sleep routine is shit though.

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

N loves the cosiness of domestic mundanity, so it’s safe to say he likes to play it, well, safe. It gives him a sense of comfort and stability that he really appreciates.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Through being with you, N learns to be more attentive and emotional (in a healthy way), and to appreciate humans even more. He also feels more human too.

While you already loved Pokemon, he makes you see how truly amazing and special they are, and treat them even better than you did before.

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him, but deep down, you know his love for Pokemon trumps his love for you. Though it never causes an issue with you

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Likes to make matching flower crowns for the two of you and whatever Pokemon you’’re with at the time!

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

N loves fluttery kisses and really tender hugs and cuddles, ones when you’re loosely tanged together and gently stroking each other’s skin.

He is not a PDA person at all, besides holding your hand and the occasional kiss. Some of it is shyness, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t feel the need to prove your relationship to anyone. He doesn’t use affection lightly.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

He’s pretty okay on his own, since he’s quite used to it, but he does still miss you a lot. He finds comfort in things that remind you of him, a certain scent, a flower, a sound, even a Pokemon, it makes him feel like you’re with him

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)

N doesn’t have any pets, mainly because he thinks Pokemon are friends. How many Poke-friends does he have? Too many for even him to count. My man radiates serious Disney Princess energy with the way Pokemon seem to flock to him.

That being said, he’s not against good people having Pokemon as pets, so if you have pokemon, you know he’ll be the best dad to them ever.

[mayaflowerxs]

Hello! I just want to say that I really like your writing! can you write nsfw alphabet with jeno, please? 🥺

NSFW Alphabet w/ Jeno

Warning: SMUTTY

A/N: THANK U SM! This one is for you enjoy ! :)

Aftercare:

There wouldn’t be much aftercare other than him asking you if he was a little too rough on you. He would be very soft on you, that inner dom of his gone as he’s at your aid for anything.

Body part:

He loves your hips. He practically has the world in his hands and that’s you. He also loves pinning you and it drives him crazy how much power he has over you pinned down underneath him. He also loves sucking hickies on them, it’s a great view for him to see when he has his hands on them. And not only does he love them when having sex he also loves them because he can easily pull you near him at any time. It comforts him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

Cum:

He loves coming all over your face, it’s absolutely glorious for him. Like a painting so valuable you can’t even put a price on it. He especially loves kissing you while his liquids is on your face, absolutely loses it when you lick some it off (if you’re into that)

Dirty Secret:

Consensual somnophilia is the best kind of sex for him. He loves how cute and innocent you look being woken up by his cock ramming you deeply. Lots of times he’ll try to keep himself from having sex with you because he tries to wait until you fall asleep. He won’t tell you out loud he likes it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird so he tries not to do it too often which is a bit of a bummer for him.

Experience:

He’s experienced all right. A gorgeous man like that and he hasn’t slept with two or three girls maybe more? Can’t be. He doesn’t care that everyone knows how many people he slept with even if he wasn’t dating them but if you did the same I can see him a bit competitive. Each time a man comes up to you, the reminder of you being with other guys before him ticks him off. So when you two get in bed, he makes it his goal to make you feel a lot more satisfied. To prove to himself only he can make you feel so good and no one else.

Favorite Position:

Missionary. He absolutely loves seeing you so vulnerable underneath him. Like I said, he loves pinning you and grabbing my your waist so missionary definitely is the go to position. He also loves it when he pulls your leg over his shoulder UGH, his stupid smirk forming on his face once he hits a new spot that makes you wild, ego bar raised.

Goofy:

He’s not goofy at all when it comes to sex. Even when stuff leads up to it he isn’t goofy. He also isn’t serious also. He’s kinda, dommy I guess? He knows what he wants and it’s going to happen. And if he’s angry… oh boy be prepared. He won’t even let you talk and use you like a rag doll.

Hair:

He’s in the middle. It isn’t completely bare but also isn’t a bush you know?

Intimacy:

He’s not sensual during the sex. He likes it rough for sure and he’s a pretty kinky man. You know the intimacy is raised to the maximum when he’s having a very hard time. For a man like him who likes things to be rough, when he’s stressed he actually doesn’t go rough on you. Instead he prefers to have you be on top and remind him how much love he has then repays you.

Jerk off:

He does it quite often. When he has to stay at the dorm, he’ll lock himself in his room and get off with the thought of you doing dirty things to him. He hates it when he can’t spent time with you, so he results to touching himself. Not even just when he misses you. He’ll get the random crave of touching you but since he can’t come over to fuck you in your bed, he results to masturbating somewhere near and private. After he’s done with whatever he had going on that day, he’ll visit you and finish off the rest of his urges out on you.

Kink:

Somnophilia, exhibitionism are his go two. He might have others but they aren’t as much of a strong liking for it to be considered a kink of his. He loves fucking you in places where it is absolutely not for sexual intercourse. He can’t help it, your just to hot to not fuck and doing it in public? Oh yesss.

Location:

This boy usually fucks you at your house. But if he had a location where he wishes to fuck you in every single time you two have sex is by the park in the car. You guys have done it numerous of times and he has had the best orgasms every single time. He just loves having car sex and not just car sex, it has to be near a park.

Motivation:

You’re literally so damn fine he gets horny by the mere thought of you sucking him off. If you’re with him you could literally be using short shorts and his oversized shirt and he already has your shorts and panties by your ankles.

No:

Does not do threesomes and pegging. He’s very possessive of you. Not too much but enough to where you know this man does not share at all. If you’re screaming it’s because he’s fucking you so good not because another man is doing so. Your his and his only.

Oral:

Fucking LOVES oral. He loves how cute you look as your eyes stare directly into his as you have your pretty lips wrapped around his oozing tip. Makes him want to fuck your mouth all day. He also loves how squirmy you get when he starts eating you out so good. He knows how to use his mouth and any time you try to push his head away from your sore cunt he pins your hands down and only goes wilder on your pussy. Adding another orgasm for being a bad girl.

Pace:

Mf is fast and rough. He loves how fast he’s fucking you to the point the slapping sounds start to increase in volume. Not only that, your moans also get louder. Small bruising starts forming from how hard he’s gripping your waist.

Quickies:

He likes quickies if he’s really horny but most times he likes taking his time with you. He loves to overstimulate you so he definitely is going to take his sweet time taking good care of you.

Risk:

Oh my god this boy is all for it. The risk of getting caught is his adrenaline to continue pounding you harder and harder. The idea of getting caught makes him feel alive and he honestly wouldn’t care if he got caught. The most riskiest thing you guys have done is fucked on a hill, anybody could’ve found you guys but he couldn’t care at all. Poor you, he had you go on for 5 rounds and fingered you. By the time you two were done and got dressed you guys started going down the hill when a family was barely making it up. You were relieved they didn’t arrive sooner but Jeno was low key bummed you guys didn’t get caught. Quickly getting over it once he saw the family had a younger kid with them. Definitely glad they weren’t caught, the kid was too young to be asking questions.

Stamina:

This boy can last for a WHILE. If you two have a place to be and can only do at least two rounds he still has a lot more he needs to release. He might seem completely fine from the outside but once you guys are home there he goes pounding you from behind, tight grip on your hips as he plunged into you until you were begging for him no more.

Toys:

He’s all for toys. He only uses devices to edge you on but once your close to climaxing, he turns it off and replaces it by using himself to fuck you your climax.

Unfair:

He loves teasing so damn much. He loves how desperate you get every time he denies you release. But as soon as you do it to him you better pray he goes easy on you because if not, you two will go all night.

Volume:

He’s a groaner. He loves hearing you scream his name as your 4th orgasm has you close to tears. Anytime he feels overly pleased he’ll bite your neck and suck hickies on them. Gripping your hair when he’s coming. Continuously groaning, filling you up to the brim.

Wildcard: Once he really needed to have you bent over a table to fuck your because of much of a brat you were being. Since the boys were with you at a restaurant, he instead fingered you throughout the entire dinner. Somehow the boys never realized Jeno wasn’t using an arm, well al except Jisung. And when you begged Jeno to retracted his arm, he took you to the bathroom and fucked you in there. Yeah the boys never let that go.

X-ray: I see him to be at least 7 inches, nice girth but isn’t that thick but enough to completely fuck you dumb.

Yearning: HE’S ALWAYS HORNY! Idk how he does it to keep himself cool in front of others but if you’re in arms reach you’re in for a wild ride because he will not get off you until every last drop of energy of him is completely sucked out of him.

Zzz:

He doesn’t sleep right away unless he went literally crazy on you. If it was one of those times where you do kinda had to cut down the rounds he wouldn’t be tired but rather wide awake and ready to go on with the day. But if he has your legs wrapped around him as he fucks you orgasm after orgasm then he most likely will fall on the bed besides you, knock out in seconds.

[flower-slut004]

SOFT ABC BENNY

A - Affection (how do they show affection)

Benny ADORES PDA. He always has to have his hands on you somehow. He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and his chin on your head ( if you’re shorter than him) And if you’re taller than Benny, he’ll just stand on his toes to rest his head on your shoulder.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

You’re apart of the supernatural life so you two practically spend every moment with each other. In school and out of school, people can always fine the two of you in each other’s arm. When you guys are spending time apart it’s usually when Benny is with Ethan and you’re with the girls/Rory.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

Like earlier, Benny loves PDA. He especially loves it after a long day fighting monsters, he’ll come up to wrapping his arms around your shoulder and lightly put his body weight on you in a joking manner. That’s your cue to know the boy wants his cuddles. Bennys favorite positions when cuddling is either having your head resting on his chest with your arms around his waist or having his head on your lap so you could play with his hair.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

Benny would overthink everything for your first date. He wanted to make everything just perfect for you. So he enlisted the help of your best friend ( if you want Sarah/Erica/Rory/Or Ethan to be your best friend just ignore the best friend part). Your date would be in his backyard. It would consist of a picnic along with his own outdoor movie theater.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

Benny gets super excited when he sees you at school in the morning, he’ll drop everything to go greet you with a kiss and a pickup line. / Benny is more in awe of you dating him. He couldn’t believe you said yes when he asked you the first time.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

I feel like with Bennys flirty behavior that would be the cause of most of your fights. Benny knows when you're upset when you disappear out of nowhere. Like you’re nowhere to be seen since you’re avoiding him. Benny has to track you down or pay Rory.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

Benny is definitely more creative for your nicknames “Sweetness, cherry, hot stuff, delicious". Anything to see you blush/ You call Benny names just to tease him by "Benny Boo, Benny Rabbit, Chipmunk, and Sweet Pea"

H - Hi (first time meeting)

The two of you met when you were asked to babysit in place of Sarah when she was "sick". You were making Jane a sandwich and having a debate over Dusk when the bell rang. Ethan was nowhere to be seen so you went to open the door. "Hey, Eth...Woah babe alert.. I mean hey! I'm Benny"

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

Benny loves getting you things, like flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Bonus for him since he can practice his magic. he’s also gotten you necklaces and rings. Since you guys are still in high school he usually makes them homemade or gets a summer job.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

Look up the definition of jealously and Benny's photo will be there. Benny isn't jealous of Ethan but he is of Rory since Rory is just as flirty as Benny. Benny tries to hide his jealousy but fails to do so. / When you're jealous, Benny doesn't know if he thinks it's cute or hot. You don't hide your jealously. You'll go right up to Benny and make a snide comment to whoever is grabbing the attention of Benny.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

If you're shorter than Benny, he'll give you forehead kisses, a peck on the nose, or a smooch on the cheek. If you're taller than him, he likes to give you small neck kisses, press on your hand, or just a plain kiss on the lips. Benny likes to kiss you every moment he can.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

Benny realizes it after he almost dies after Jesse's comeback and was holding him by the neck. You were crying silently as you hid in a locker. The only thing running through his mind was you. he wanted to live the rest of his life with you, he wanted to have kids with you, that’s the only thing he could think of. thankfully, Sarah saved the day and you jumped right into his arms, crying into his chest. he whispers that he loves you over and over again.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

You guys are teenagers let's remember that, you guys definitely talked about it though. The closest you guys got to living together was when your parents were out of town and went to stay with Benny. After college, you guys finally moved in though, rented an apartment together.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

(If you don't kids skip over this one). Benny was super excited when he found the news. He spun you around the room and couldn't stop kissing you. Benny was already coming up with star-wars-themed names for your kid. He used this as an opportunity to practice his magic just in case your child would inherit his powers/ he used them to baby-proof the apartment.

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

Benny is an open book with you. Sometimes he shares a little too much but you don't mind. You guys have this time of the day where you go under any tree you can find and spill your feelings.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

Benny is a bit paranoid taking photos since the whole evil Benny situation. But before Benny would take pictures of you where you weren't paying attention, smiling at him or intimate photos of course with your consent. / You love taking photos of Benny when he's sleeping or giving you a smooch.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

You have a problem with being careless, most of the time you jump into situations without thinking it which upsets him. Benny loves your quirk of randomly knowing things/ Benny tends to forget things that make date nights difficult which leads to some fights. You love Benny's quirk of puffing up his cheeks when he's in thought.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

Benny freaks out every time but tries to hide it. (not very well ) and does everything in his power to make you comfortable./ If Benny gets injured, you’re his nurse which he’ll take advantage of in his own ways.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

the group usually has to get you two back together after a fight. you take a break from one another, and it’s awkward for the group. Until one of you misses the other and comes back with food/promises.

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

Benny wants your touch all the time. He’s big fan of PDA and always has a hand on you or around you. Usually Benny will come up and gently grab your hand to plant a kiss but if you remove your hand before he gets the chance to, he’ll rest his chin on your head/shoulder and wait.

U- Waking Up With Them

waking up with Benny is the best. he has his arms around you every single time, he somehow manages to pull you into his arms in his sleep when you go to sleep on separate sides of the bed. if you’re still asleep, he just presses kisses to your forehead, trying to wake up a bit more before getting up and starting the day. if you’re up before him, you absolutely love playing with his messy hair and stroking his cheek.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

Weeks after planning and planning, you and Benny finally take a trip to ( your dream location). Benny wants to visit every corner with you as well as getting a souvenir.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

Benny is a nervous wreck when he prepares to ask you. Looking around, stuttering, and tripping. You were beginning to think you were being followed and Benny didn’t want to scare you. You finally asked him what’s up and he grabbed your hands gently to pour his heart out. Benny was scared when no response came out of your mouth but a few minutes later you were covering his face in kisses and saying yes over and over again. You really didn’t have a BIG wedding but it was all your family and friends there.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

Benny loves your bluntness. He likes it how you tell everyone the truth and you’re not sorry about it.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

Benny tries to hide when he’s tired so he’ll be over exaggerating his emotions but when he’s tired to the point where he can’t hide it he’ll be less clingy and kinda shut off from the group. You can tell he’s tired when he begins to mumble or just stops talking overall.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

Benny doesn’t care about space. he wants to be as close to you as possible, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth.

[darkpoisonouslove]

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

🍭why did you start writing?

💎why is writing important to you?

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Whether or not the character motivations come through. I tend to write a lot of canon divergence/AU and sometimes the roles that I put the characters in are not immediately intuitive for them. Honestly, I am - at all times, not just when posting - one step away from literally screaming, crying, throwing up at the idea that the characters' actions and words might not be believable the way I've written them.

🍭why did you start writing?

Hell if I know. I just had an idea and I went for it. I wrote about 4 chapters before abandoning it. Much later (5+ years) I had another idea and I started writing down small snippets of thoughts coming to me. They weren't really stories yet but I was already planning these great epics. That went on for another year where I started at least three more novels that got abandoned either on the first or second chapter. And then I saw the Seventh Son. It gave me extreme rage for the movie and that's when the idea for my main book was born (not abandoned but I am very much cleaning up the plot and themes still, 8 years later). Completely out of spite. At that point I guess I knew writing was for me but I cannot remember why I decided to keep going... other than the overwhelming amount of ideas that just seemed like gold (they were not - at that point my approach to generating plot was just "throw a bunch of terrible situations at the page and see what sticks, except I didn't have the critical ability to actually discern what "stuck" aka was good and most of the alleged plot was just a poorly motivated soup of happenings). I think I also discovered fanfic and started my first one in the summer before the main book came to me (which happened at the end of January). I just had situations in mind that I wanted to subject my characters to.

💎why is writing important to you?

Lmao, the last couple of years writing has been a literal pain so it's not so much "I love it for reasons x, y and z" as much as it is "I literally, physically start to go stir crazy if I go without writing for a certain amount of time". It has certainly helped me deal with inner conflicts before but I don't think I've been able to successfully process an emotion since the pandemic started so I wouldn't say it's been an emotional outlet recently. Surely, I've dumped my emotions on the page - more often than not - but it either makes me more confused when I try to disentangle the characters' feelings as well as mine, or it adds more negative emotions like self-doubt and frustration. That sounds very bleak and I don't want it to but the truth is that it has been a struggle the past few years. I am constantly overthinking every little detail or getting mad at myself for tiring so easily and not having the mental capacity to write. This all sounds like a perfect set of reasons to quit but I haven't yet and I don't really intend to. Writing is important to me even if I can't tell why right now. It must be since I can't quit.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

I'm not sure I can actually give an answer to this because I'd have to know what people think of my stories and most of them get one or two comments in total so it's hard to say if people get it or not. Honestly, I'm lucky because you really get them (hive mind ftw!). I am instantly thinking about how you literally highlighted all the parts in Want of a Mask that I tried to emphasize with my writing so that was the opposite of what you're asking me.

Honestly, the only thing that comes to mind is Sharing - a Fairy Tail fanfic that I wrote for a fandom week. It is much deeper and moving than the other two - very generic - works that I wrote for the same fandom week, yet those are more popular (that's the impression I got at the time when it was only posted on FFN; stats on AO3 kind of disagree with me atm).

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nothing left ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 2229

request?: no

description: he accompanies her back to her childhood home to find nothing left besides the memories of times before the zombies, and they decide to leave some new memories there

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(Y/N) kept a straight face as they drove past the sig with her hometown’s name displayed in bold, black letters against the stark white background. It was the first time she had been there since she and her parents had escaped during the initial Z outbreak. Since then, she had lost everything, but managed to find a new family within the small group that took her in.

They came to a stop at an empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Everyone got out, weapons in tow.

“This place is a ghost town,” Doc commented.

“Almost everyone vacated when the infection started,” (Y/N) explained. “I don’t even think there would be any Zs here. It’s probably only been ransacked lately.”

“It’s the only town for miles, it’s our best bet for resources,” Warren said. “We search the place where we can and see what we can find.” She turned to (Y/N) to add, “Do you want to go home? Just to see the place if nothing else?”

(Y/N) was dying to get home, but she didn’t want anyone on the team to see her as weak or fragile. Although she knew they wouldn’t think any different of her if she did show some weakness, in this day and age, your biggest threat was to be perceived as weak to anyone.

Before she could respond, 10k spoke up. “I think you should. It’ll give you a break from everything, and you can be closer to your parents for even just a moment.”

(Y/N) had a hard time saying no to 10k, especially when parents were involved. She knew he wanted nothing more than to be close to his own father again, but, like (Y/N), 10k hadn’t been home in nearly a year. He didn’t even know if his own home was still standing. If she turned down this opportunity that she knew 10k wanted so bad in front of him, she’d never forgive herself.

“It would be nice,” she admitted.

“You go then honey,” Warren said, her voice soft and kind. “10k, you go with her for protection. Meet us back here before sundown. We’ll wait a little while, but not too long.”

The two youngest members left in the opposite direction of the group. (Y/N) led 10k down the still familiar roads. They weren’t too far from the house and, before she knew it, (Y/N) was stood in front of her childhood home. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

All the windows were smashed and the door was practically ripped off of the hinges. They entered with weapons raised in case of a Z attack. (Y/N)’s heart broke to see the place ransacked and destroyed. Every picture her parents had hung were smashed to pieces. Only one remained partially in tact, one of (Y/N) and her parents when she was barley a year old. They were on their first vacation as a family to visit someone in another state. The picture was of the three of them on the beach together. Baby (Y/N) was in her mother’s arms, taken by the sand in her tiny hands while her parents were smiling brightly at the camera.

10k looked over her shoulder as her eyes began to water. “You look a lot like your mom.”

“I got that a lot,” she said. “We were basically twins. Dad said I got lucky with mom’s genes.”

She held the picture close to her chest as she moved up the stairs to where the bedrooms and main bathroom was. Whoever had broken in must’ve found what they wanted on the first floor because the bedrooms were relatively untouched. Every poster and picture (Y/N) had on her walls were still there. Her old laptop was even still there, although she doubted that it worked anymore.

“It’s weird,” she said. “It feels like I’ve been gone for years, but this room looks exactly the way I left it, like not a day has past.”

“Anything here you want to take with you?” 10k asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “I took most of the important stuff when we left first. There’s nothing but memories here now.”

She was so lost in her own thoughts - memories of when things were good - that she didn’t hear 10k leave the room to walk into the bathroom until he spoke again. “The water still runs.”

She walked into the bathroom to find clean water running from the tap. She put a hand under the water, feeling it go from freezing cold to comfortably warm in seconds.

“The power and stuff must still be running,” she said. “Good news for us. I haven’t showered in ages.”

“You think it’s safe?” 10k asked, but (Y/N) was already placing her weapons on the bathroom counter and shedding herself of her top layers.

“I’m willing to take one for the team if it means I’ll be clean when I die,” she joked. “You can watch the door and make sure no Zs or no more looters come in. I’ll leave my gun close enough that I can use it if need be.”

10k nodded. Before he could get the chance to turn back on, (Y/N) grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a split second, 10k saw the black bra she was wearing. It was old and worn, probably one of the only ones she had left. Due to this, it was basically falling apart, so when he got a brief glance of the bra, he also got a glance of one of her breasts.

10k’s eyes widened as he quickly turned his back so that (Y/N) didn’t know. He stood in the doorway, listening over the sound of the shower running for any indication of someone, or something, breaking into the house.

The warm water running over (Y/N) caused her to let out a moan of relief. It had been so long since she had properly bathed. The warm water of the familiar shower felt like heaven to her.

Outside the shower, 10k was shuffling awkwardly. He and (Y/N) had been close since they had first met, but they had only ever viewed each other as friends and Z fighting colleagues. He didn’t understand why he was starting to have this feeling about her. Maybe it was just boy hormones and the fact that she was a naked girl just a few feet away from him. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it had always been more than that but he was just afraid to admit it.

Before he could stop himself, 10k silently placed his gun next to hers on the toilet cover. He began to shed himself of his own clothes, working quickly and quietly as to not disturb her. (Y/N) had her head back with the water running over her hair and body when 10k pulled the curtain back and stepped in. She opened her eyes to look at him, shocked by his sudden appearance. She looked him up and down for a moment, her face giving away nothing.

“Gotta save water,” 10k said, trying to lighten the mood.

A smile broke out across (Y/N)’s face as a small giggle came from her lips. “Come here, 10k.”

She put a hand on the back of his neck at the same time that his hands found her waist. Their lips collided and it felt like the most right thing in the terrible, fucked up world around them. 10k’s lips moved against (Y/N)’s perfectly, as if they were supposed to be there, to be kissing her so deeply. His hands wandered over her dripping body, touching every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands.

(Y/N) let out a sudden squeal as 10k lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was shocked at his strength. Sure, he wasn’t as scrawny and wimpy as he may have looked, but he certainly wasn’t the strongest person in the world. He’s just full of surprises, (Y/N) noted as his lips connected with hers again.

His hard boner was against her aching core, teasing her ever so slightly with every gently brush against her. She whimpered against his lips when she felt him brush against her opening, trying to ground her hips against his to feel her inside of him. Knowing that she wanted this as much as he did made him even more turned on. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make this moment last long enough.

He helped to guide her down onto his hard length, causing (Y/N) to gasp as he filled her entirely.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what (Y/N)’s sexual past was like.

“No,” she responded, her voice breathless and airy. “I just haven’t had sex in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt.”

10k smiled at her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pressed her back against the nearest wall and slowly began to thrust himself into her. (Y/N)’s back arched against the wall, trying to get as close to 10k as she possibly could.

He was slow and gentle, which drove (Y/N) even more wild. She held on around his neck as if her life depended on it, moaning and gasping against his lips with every thrust he pushed into her. She could barley even think straight, her mind focusing only on the pleasure that 10k was providing her.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. Sweet 10k, always thinking of the comfort of others, even when he was in the middle of the most intense shower sex (Y/N) had ever had.

“It’s more than alright,” she responded. “God, it feels so fucking good.”

10k had heard (Y/N) swearing many times, but hearing the expletive word slip from her breathless voice in that moment drove him wild. He rested his head against her shoulder, groaning as he pushed his hips against hers again, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” he told her. “You’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“Who would’ve thought that sweet 10k had a dirty side?” (Y/N) giggled.

“You must not know me well enough, then.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

Her thought was cut short as 10k pulled almost completely out of her then filled her again. Her mind was clouded with lust as she tried to rock her hips against his, begging for the release she wanted.

Noticing her desperation, 10k wrapped one arm around her lower back and slipped his free hand between them. (Y/N) gasped as his fingers connected with her swollen nerves and began to rub circles in them. She could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her. She clung to 10k’s shoulders, curses falling from her mouth in between moans of pleasure. Her legs began to shake as she felt herself hitting her climax. She threw her head back and called 10k’s name - his real name - in pleasure.

Feeling her walls contracting around him caused 10k to feel his own climax approaching. He held on to her hips as his thrusts became a little faster. Before he knew it, his eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he felt himself filling her with his warm cum. The feeling of the warmth inside of her was enough to almost turn (Y/N) on again.

They stayed tangled together for a moment, completely forgetting about the running water cascading down onto them. It wasn’t until the warm water started to turn cold that they realized it was probably time for the two of them to get out.

Luckily for them, whoever looted the house also didn’t think to take any of the towels in the upstairs linen closet, so they had a way to dry themselves off. Before she started pulling her clothes on, 10k wrapped his arms around (Y/N) again and kissed her exposed shoulders and neck before placing one last sweet kiss against her lips.

“We should tell the others about the running water,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on. “If this place is relatively Z-less, we could probably get away with staying here for a while.”

“We’ve stayed in worst looking places,” (Y/N) agreed. “I’m sure everyone else is dying to clean themselves, too. There’s enough room for everyone to sleep with all the bedrooms and the couch downstairs.”

The reminder of the wreckage when they first entered caused a melancholy mood to wash over (Y/N) again. Noticing this, 10k brought her into his arms and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry about your house,” he said. “I’m sorry someone did this to you, that they took all the memories of this place.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “They didn’t take the memories. No one could ever take that from this place. Besides, I’d like to make some new memories here...with you.”

10k smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think we’ve already started with that.”

(Y/N) giggled and pulled away from him. “Let’s go find everyone to tell them before they leave us abandoned.”

[molosmojo]

Take a step back, to be able to move forward!

It was our EID on Friday, Saturday and even Sunday – three days and still not done!

After meeting a few relatives on Friday, I decided to visit my sister on Saturday and take the family along too. We got up early (as always) and I got ready earlier than the family to go down and get the car refuelled with CNG and Petrol; and be ready to leave with the family. I put my new clothes on, wore my slippers (since I had come back home in like 10 minutes) and got down to go to my car.

For those of you who know, I have this challenge around car parking at my place – I had parked my car a little far from my place on Friday.

I was walking towards my car and noticed a car parked in parallel and blocking my exit – I was already fuming. I looked inside this car and didn’t see anyone inside. And, yet, I was knocking the car as if someone would pop out magically and move their car out of my way.

I looked around but no signs of any drivers around.

I went inside the building (where my car was parked) to see if someone from that building had parked their car here – asked the watchman and he was “No, none of our building cars are parked on the street”. I was already perspiring (because of the heat re baba)!

This fellow, who was standing next to the watchman, heard me and came out with me to the car – he was like “you can try taking this out in reverse, there is some space” – I looked at him and I was like HOW!

I asked him if he could guide me, and he happily agreed. I got inside my car and took the car in front, then reverse, change sides – left, right, straight…this went on for like 5 to 7 minutes. Finally, this person said “you may come out, let me try” – he tried for a minute or so and there, my car was out in the reverse, finally. I thanked him and sat in my car to go to the gas station – lost 15 minutes but worth the experience!

I came back home and took the family out – all happy!

In that situation, I had 3 options:

Just stand there and wait for the driver of the other car to come in and then move my car out – I don’t know how much time it would have taken.

Try taking the car out somehow – at least do something. This is what I did.

Go back home and leave with family in an Uber! This would have spoilt the mood with the family.

In life, many times, we end-up blaming X, or Y, or Z but perhaps fail to ACT to move things forward ourselves. Many times, it is important to step back a little to be able to move forward and trust the process – if it is meant to be, you would find help/guidance in some shape of form and you would be surging ahead!

[erule]

The frat party | t.h.

Title: The frat party

Pairing: Frat boy!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1859

Warnings: OC Elizabeth (Lizzie), fake dating/relationship trope, language, fluff

Summary: Tom and the reader met at a frat party, but a year later they broke up because of some reason. Now, rumor has it that the reader is dating one of Tom’s friends and he gets jealous.

A/N: Hello hello, enjoy the new chapter! Sorry for the waiting, guys, but I hope that I made it up to you. Just let me know your thoughts about this chapter!

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Chapter 2

Rumor has it

“So, guys, rumor has it that…”

“Stop!” Tom exclaimed, interrupting Harrison. “Everytime you say that sentence, something hurts me and I really wanna miss that opportunity today. I’m already angry at myself because of what happened with Oliver,” he said, lighting a cigarette while sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Smoking makes you even more annoying than usual, Tom,” Harrison said. Tom sighed.

“Oliver makes me like that. He’s still flirting with Y/N, even if he should know by now that she’s mine. I mean, she will be mine again. My girl,” he said, with a soft smile on his face. “Ouch”.

“Still hurts?”

“Yeah, a bit,” Tom answered, brushing his bottom lip where Oliver hurt him.

Jacob suddenly opened the door, a big smile on his face. Tom and Harrison looked at him with suspicion.

“What happened, Jacob?” Harrison asked.

“So, rumor has it that…”

“Oh, fuck me,” Tom sighed, laying his back on the bed. Harrison chuckled.

“I was saying: rumor has it, that there will be a huge frat party at the end of the year to celebrate the older students like us, that will graduate soon and Lizzie asked me to come with her,” he said, happily.

“Lizzie as in Elizabeth? Y/N’s friend?” Tom asked and Jacob nodded.

“She looked a lot like Y/N last year, I thought they were twins. Now she has changed her hair color, at least,” Harrison said.

“The most important things is that she likes me!” Jacob exclaimed. “Be happy for me just once, guys. I deserve it”.

“You’re right Jacob, you do,” Tom said, giving him a pat on his back.

Somebody knocked at the door. Harrison went to open it and found someone who Tom would have been very glad to see. In fact, he jumped from the bed instantly, throwing the unlit cigarette in the trash.

“Hey darling, what are you doing here?”

You sighed, looking at him.

“I have an unseemly proposal for you and you can’t say no”.

“A fake relationship?”

After Tom had sent his friends away, you sat down on his bed in front of him to discuss about the details.

“Look, I didn’t want to do this, but Oliver’s still flirting with me and I have to cut this. He would leave me alone only if he’d see that we’re back together, I’m sure of it. Also, you literally proposed this to me last time, so… Wow, that’s really unpleasant. It must hurt,” you said suddenly, staring at his lip. You moved a hand to reach the wound, but then you stopped. You gazed at him. “Can I?”

Tom nodded. So you brushed it with your fingertip, thinking about how much it costed him to protect you even after your break up. How much it hurt. You swallowed, melancholy threatening to eat you alive. He had closed his eyes for a second. A very long second. Like you at the party. Maybe standing this close to him wasn’t a good idea.

“Y/N…”

“So, what do you think?” You asked, withdrawing your arm.

Tom shrugged.

“I agree,” he said.

“Just like that? You don’t want something in return?”

“As you said, I suggested it in the first place, so I totally agree with it,” he said. Then, he got dangerously close to you, so close that you thought he wanted to kiss you on the lips – and, in fact, he smirked –, but he didn’t. He left you a light kiss on your cheek instead, before whispering these words in your ear: “I’m gonna get you back, Y/N. One way or another,”

You ran away from there like a wolf was chasing you to eat you.

***

You were looking at Zendaya, hands clasped in prayer, begging her to help you. You and Tom had decided to go out as in a date in order to convince Oliver that the two of you were, in fact, back together. Lizzie was already somewhere with Jacob, so you had just Zendaya left to pick the outfit for the evening. She didn’t like that kind of stuff, mostly because because didn’t agree to your plan, but you were too desperate to let it go. She would have helped you at the end. Well, that was your hope anyway.

“Please, Z,” you basically begged her.

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed, but then she nodded. You tried to give her a kiss, but she moved away.

“You know what? This will be a dumb outfit for a dumb plan,” she said, while opening your closet.

“Z, I just…”

“You know why? Because the second, the second, Tom will try to kiss you, you’ll fall for it. Again”.

“I thought that he was your friend too,” you said, showing her a dress, but she shaked her head.

“He is, but I don’t know if he’s the right pick for you. I don’t condone what you did to him,” she said and you gulped, “but he’s not exactly an angel either. He ruined a lot of relationships even before he met you. That’s who he is,” she continued.

You sat on the edge of the bed, while she was looking for something that you could wear.

“Maybe he’s not like that anymore. People grow up, Z,” you said.

“Oh, yeah? Have you?” She asked you, turning around. You swallowed. “That’s what I thought. Don’t come to me when he’ll screw things up again. Or when you will” she stated, then she showed you the outfit. You looked at it with a sparkle in your eyes. “We have found it”.

You showered, wore the outfit and prepared in less than an hour. You were trying to wear your shoes, when Zendaya opened the door to Tom. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a red flannel on it and some ripped jeans. You waved at him, while grabbing your bag. You told Zendaya not to wait for you and then you smiled at Tom, ready to go.

“Are you still smoking?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Where’s Oliver tonight?”

“He posted on Instagram an hour ago, so I assume that he’s still with Jacob and Lizzie somewhere in the campus,” you said, looking at your phone.

“Well, so we have some time,” he said with a smirk. He took your hand and you felt shivers running down your spine.

“What are you doing, Tom?”

“Come on darling, if we have to pretend, then we have to make it believable. What’s worse than seeing the girl you like having fun with someone else?” He asked and you noticed a lightning passing through his eyes.

Then, without even realizing it, you found yourself running with Tom all over the campus. That alone made you laugh, because you felt like a little girl. If you had to describe Tom in one word, you would have said he was light. Not because it was always sunny, but because of the way it managed to get you out of the darkness you found yourself in sometimes. He pulled you out of the darkness and made you feel alive, everytime. He was the only one who could do it. Sometimes you wondered why you gave up on him, in fact. Because you had given up on the light, you, who often felt like a full moon in a dark and gloomy sky. He brought you in a part of the campus that seemed a minigolf. Maybe he and his friends had created it, since Tom loved playing golf very much. He gave you a golf club, urging you to try your hand at it.

“I’m not a good player, Tom,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’m still chasing you, right? So I wouldn’t say so,” he replied, leaving you speechless. “I was joking. Come on, let me show you,” he said.

It seemed so cliché, letting him touch you, teaching you to play, celebrate with him every victory of yours… You could have had it, a year ago. That. Tom. All yours. But you gave up on everything. It was your biggest mistake.

“Tom, it’s time. I think that we should go back. Oliver and the others could be coming to their rooms right now,” you said. Tom seemed a bit sad at your words, but only for a moment. It was hard to see an emotion flash on his face.

He nodded.

“Whatever you want, darling,” he said.

You wanted to say something else, but you closed your mouth before you could actually do it. The two of you came back and fortunately, you found Oliver with Lizzie and Jacob still hanging out. You caught Jacob attention and waved him, while Tom was smooth to hold your hand. You turned around in order to tell him something, but he was quick. One second later, her was kissing you and there was something in your stomach, like a knot, that slowly loosened its grip. You felt a weird sensation, a sort of relief. You could feel Oliver’s eyes trying to burn Tom’s skin, Jacob saying Let’s go and your blood boiling in your veins like lava.

When Tom broke the kiss, he ran his thumb over your lips, looking at them with a sort of melancholy. Fake relationships are a beautiful dream, but waking up is from them a nightmare.

“Tom…”

“I think that he got the message,” he said, taking a step back from you. He lit a cigarette, clenching his jaw.

“This is not a joke to me, Tom. It’s not something I’m doing just for him,” you said.

“No? Then explain what all of this is to me, darling,” he replied, throwing out some smoke like it was his anger.

“Yeah,” you said, but then you bit your inner cheek.

“What’s stopping you, Y/N? What are you hiding from me?” He asked, scanning your face. “Are you ashamed of something? Maybe it’s what you did, you know, the whole cheatingthing… or maybe it’s admitting that you still have feelings for me that brings you shame”.

“No, I’m not ashamed,” you said, determined.

“Then talk to me, darling. What’s happening?”

“I can’t tell you, Tom, I’m sorry,” you said, looking around. It was like you needed some air, even if you were outside. That secret didn’t make you breath anymore.

“What? That you liked throwing all away? That he didn’t make you feel like I did? That you weren’t done playing with me? Just tell me something, Y/N, anything would be better than this fucking silence,” he said, raising his voice.

“I didn’t cheat on you!” You yelled. Tom’s eyes grew wide. Everything around you two seemed now quiet, motionless. You covered your mouth with your hands, maybe to erase what you just said. “Fuck”.

Tom stared at you for a good couple of minutes. He looked at your tired and tearful eyes, perhaps thinking whether to believe you or not, then he did something unexpected: he put out his cigarette. He walked over to you, raking your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, this time more intensely. He looked tired and incredibly older.

“Now you’re gonna tell me everything, darling”.

[blu-joons]

DATING TXT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Yeonjun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Yeonjun loved to tease you with his affection, pushing boundaries was very much a favourite habit of his. His hands would often wonder when he was around you, he couldn’t help himself but try and see where his affection could take him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You already worked at the company before TXT came together, and so the two of you struck up a professional relationship from the start. You always took great care of Yeonjun as a member of staff, but that didn’t stop him always trying to be a little more friendly with you and try to get you know better than the other members of staff.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

After debut and the group took off, Yeonjun was able to settle a lot more. With that, he couldn’t help but find himself desperate to confess to you as you started working with other rookie groups, having less contact with him. One evening he surprised you at the company, desperate to tell you how he felt about you before he lost the chance. You were shocked, naturally, but there was no way you could ever turn Yeonjun down.

D ⇴ DATES

He loved to get quite competitive on dates and make sure that he could show off to you. You’d spend a lot of dates at sports complex or arcades where Yeonjun could show off his strength, but the one thing he loved to do more than anything else was try and teach you to skateboard. Admittedly, you were terrible, but you knew that it was something that Yeonjun was passionate about, and whilst you were yet to take two feet off the ground without him holding firmly onto you, it was only a matter of time before you’d get the hang of things.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Having never dated before, there was definitely a moment of apprehensiveness as far as Yeonjun was concerned. He knew as the eldest member he had a bit of an example to set for the other members, and a lot to follow up as the next generation to BTS. However, with your knowledge of the company already, he was confident that a relationship was something that the two of you could enter and make sure that neither of you got hurt. He was always going to protect you, even ahead of work, Yeonjun knew what he wanted in life, and was firmly set on making sure he got everything that he wanted without a bother.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Whenever the two of you fought, Yeonjun couldn’t help but get quite emotional. You quickly picked up on the fact that he wore his heart on his sleeve a lot, and when he had something to say, he couldn’t help but pour his heart out to you. The frustrations that would trigger an argument between you both would very quickly turn into sadness and hurt that the two of you could speak so harshly to each other and say so much that neither of you ever meant. It didn’t take long for one of you to crack, usually Yeonjun, both soon figuring how pointless an argument was over whatever had caused it, and how much easier it was to just talk.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You ended up meeting Yeonjun’s family before you started dating whilst you worked at the company, and so they couldn’t have been happier knowing that Yeonjun had chosen to start dating you too. They trusted you, and knew you understood the company and his line of work, and so he’d definitely be happy with you too.

H ⇴ HOME

Being at the dorm was something you loved, especially with Yeonjun having his own room. The boys loved having you around, which was most definitely a bonus for you. The two of you were still young, and neither of you were willing to rush into getting your own home together when your careers were still your focuses.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Yeonjun was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ suddenly on a date night. He’d taken you bowling, and you were losing, by a lot. As you hit the gutter yet again and spun around with a pout, you sent Yeonjun weak at the knees. Before he’d even thought about his words, a reminder to smile and a quick ‘I love you,’ had been muttered, surprising you greatly.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He would definitely be the type of person to hide any jealous feelings that he had, but again, he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot when he finds himself getting emotional, and so it wouldn’t take long for you to pick up on how he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried to hide it around you. You’d often notice that he’d get a little quieter and his cheeks would begin to flush as he tried to hold himself together. He’d deny ever feeling jealous around anyone until eventually you managed to push him into admitting how he felt.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you very quickly agreed that you were far too young for children, and that for the foreseeable future you saw yourselves working hard on your careers instead. Yeonjun still had so many ambitions for TXT, and you were making your way up the ladder at Big Hit. You knew there would be time for the two of you to start a family someday, but you had plenty of goals you wanted to achieve before that time came.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

You loved seeing Yeonjun happy, that was always the most important thing to you. His smile was definitely something that drew you to him, even before the two of you started dating, and even more so since. You knew that he felt the pressure a lot, and there were times when he’d come home with the smile very distant from his face, and so you’d make it your mission to make sure that you found a way to make him smile again. You hated how hard he was on himself, almost as if he wouldn’t allow himself to smile at times, but after a short while with you, he couldn’t help but find himself smiling once again.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being the eldest, he definitely felt a responsibility when it came to missing you. He would try incredibly hard to shrug off any feeling of missing you, but when times were tough, even the mention of your name was enough to make him incredibly emotional. Yeonjun would try and keep things together, but usually after a chat with Soobin, he’d reach his breaking point. It was as if he was a ticking time bomb when it came to missing you, once the tears finally started, it would take a long time for them to stop. Especially, when he called you. You knew each time you hung up the phone that he was going to spend a little while to himself to try and hold it together.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You often found yourself calling him ‘junnie.’ It began as a bit of tease when you first met him, however as things changed between you, your jokey nickname for him was something that ended up sticking around.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your smile, almost as much as you were with his. He loved to see you happy, just as you always did with him too.

P ⇴ PDA

Yeonjun wasn’t afraid of being affectionate with you in public, but it would always be very subtle. People could often be forgiven for not even realising that the two of you were a couple because you were so conscious of being affectionate and making sure that you didn’t stir up any trouble for yourselves.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He would often ask if you were tired whenever you tried to stay up with him. With a yawn, you’d assure him that you were alright, but as soon as your head rested against his shoulder, you’d be out like a light and proving him right.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You learnt very quickly that Yeonjun was incredibly chaotic and messy, with meant his room in the dorm was often a tip too. You’d always end up tidying around him and ended up buying him plenty of storage boxes and units so that he could try and keep his mess neat too. Although he’d never use them, and instead throw things on the floor, the thought that you put into sorting them for him meant a great deal to him.  

S ⇴ SEX

Every time the two of you were intimate, Yeonjun made sure to treat you as if you were the most delicate thing on earth. Yeonjun prided himself on being a gentleman, especially in the bedroom, always making sure that you were comfortable and satisfied. He never put himself first, he’d always take care of you first and listen to your body closely, picking up on all the hints you gave him as to what you wanted from him.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Throughout the day you’d often get random messages from Yeonjun, usually seeing what you were up to. He loved hearing how your day was going and making sure you were looking forward to seeing him that evening.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were very much a best friend to Yeonjun, and a huge support from the very start of his career. Even before things took off, you were the first one in line to cheer him on, both professionally, but as a partner too.

V ⇴ VACATION

Stories of San Jose had kept you entertained for hours, and so when the opportunity arrived to take a week away from work, there was only ever going to be one place that Yeonjun would take you. He wanted to be able to show you the places where his memories had been made rather than constantly just tell you about them instead.

W ⇴ WHINING

He tended not to whine too much, he appreciated more than anyone when you were busy and was happy to wait around until you had some time free for him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Whenever Yeonjun was around you, it was very much an instinct to hold onto you and usually press a kiss against your cheek or the nape of your neck. When you were around other people, it was a small gesture he could give to you without having to create a huge fuss about your relationship or make other people uncomfortable. In the comfort of your own home though, he was always more than happy to tease you and push all of the boundaries possible.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, supporting him in every single thing that he did.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Yeonjun never slept, a quality about him that you never understood. You’d usually end up having to drag him to bed to make sure that he rested for whatever schedule it was that he had planned for the very next day.

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Masterlist

[welkinsky]

A-Z Headcanon | Rock Lee X Re

@lady-doggo​ this one’s for you :D

A-Z Headcanons Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: 18+ Content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Obviously, you are going to be all drained after doing it, because come one.. Lee. So say no more, your man is already with a glass of water and towels and he honestly is so nice and sweet the entire time.

He might also be crying over the fact that you are HIS! Like wow, you're his! HIS!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s)

All. Of. You.! *But your thighs and your neck*

He loves to keep touching them again and again. You two cuddling? He needs to have one leg over your thigh and his face buried in your neck.

Or you two watching a movie together or just chilling in general, either he will have one hand on your thigh or around your shoulder creasing your neck softly without even noticing it.

C = Cuddling

Cuddling with Lee is more like him making being a pillow for you. He loves when you just lay on him, that way he gets to hug you even tighter or you being the small spoon is another thing he will appreciate.

*But return the favor by being the big spoon sometimes too, the guy loves to nuzzle in your neck remember?*

D = Dirty Secret

When you two weren't dating, he may or may not have seen you changing after a bath but OBVIOUSLY not on purpose. He was just passing by when he thought to visit you since you just came back from a mission. He peeped through the window, but what dirty is that he could take his eyes off you, he tried but he can't. But you know what is even dirtier? You knew all along so you put on a show for him.

E = Experience 

You took his virginity. Yes, now don't argue with me. Bye. Read forward.

F = Favourite Position 

Either him on top if he is in control but doesn't mind you on top too, he loves it when you take control. That just shows that you are having a good time too.

G = Goofy

He has a bad habit to misunderstand the situation, and when he does that in a very serious situation, you being you, cannot control your giggles. At least you two calm everybody down with this little dynamic of yours, in intense times.

H = Hair 

You asked him if you can cut his hair, he is hesitant at first but lets you do it. If he likes the results, be ready for a weekly appointment with him.

I = Intimacy 

He is not every intimate with PDA in public because his words are enough. He'll say very embarrassing and intimate stuff with a straight face in front of everyone as if it is nothing but just absolutely obvious. You literally turn into a tomato and he's like "What? I WILL marry you." Yeah, that sorta stuff, straight up.

And is very intimate physically when you two are together alone. Expect hugs, kisses, especially neck kisses out of nowhere.

J = Jack Off 

No, he thinks that it is almost like cheating until you clarify that it is okay. It mainly consisted of you laughing at him and him being all fake angry and really embarrassed but still smiling watching you laugh.

But still won't do it that often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have that many but would love to tie you up sometimes when he is REALLY feeling himself.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

He likes doing it at home. But if you have any other ideas, he is shy but open to it *secretly wants to do it to*prefers

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you in general? You doing anything? He admires you a lot okay? Also, we cannot deny the fact that you are good at combat too so whenever you beat the shit out of someone, expect it coming that night. Or as soon as you two get alone together.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lee won’t do anything that you aren’t okay with. You’re his world and he can’t imagine hurting you or making you uncomfortable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lee abso-fucking-lutely loves eating you out. He’s actually really good at it. He had a huge performance pressure but once you guided him, he's a pro now. Lee is a fast learner and it didn’t take him long to figure out what makes you fall apart.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually is a slow and sensual type of person but he is one moment away from beating that vibrator of yours if you say "faster" even once while doing it. Whatever YOU want remember?

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

So remember he gets turned on by watching you being a badass? Bro you ARE going to get a quickie that very day in a bathroom stall. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is not big on taking risks, but if you want it, he'll do it. Very cautious the entire time though.

S = Stamina 

Come one, we're talking about Lee here. Lee can go for as long as you want with no break.

T = Toy

Lee doesn’t own any. Lee generally prefers to use his own hands instead. But sometimes like to use a vibrator on you and then take you on once you are all ready.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tried but always melted under your pleas. But you can TOTALLY do it back to him. He will fall for it easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is kinda loud. But if it is a risky place he's going to bury his face in the nape of your neck to avoid it but mostly to make sure that only you listen to them and you know what you're doing to him.

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon because I cannot think of anything starting with W)

He loves it when you cook for him. He's having a bad day? Cook him a gooood meal. He's going to pull you to his lap and feed you too while he rests his head on your shoulder. Run your hands through his hair, please. This way he feels acknowledged that you KNOW how hard he works. Sure he gets praises for him being the best at Taijutsu but he needs motivation and acknowledgment through the process too.

X = X-Ray

He is not a "buffed" buffed kind of guy but sure is full of muscles. Come on, he probably does like 1000000 pushups a day.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that much actually, he's more of an if you're down then I'm down kind of guy.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He makes sure that you are comfortable and once that is done. Goodnight world. He is KNOCKED OUT! Will try to stay up if you are in a chatty mood but since you know he already works too much the entire day, you let him sleep.