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lushta1es0nm3 · 1 year

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Victon:

When your ex tries to get back with you (kinky version)

So I started emptying out my stash. Better late than never, I was going to wait but considering the situations, I said fuck it, post that shit and try not to regret anything.

You looked at your phone after receiving a notification from Snapchat. You only used the app for its filters, you never posted on it because what was point of that when you can just put it on Instagram? An ex that couldn’t seem to take a hint messaged inboxed you on snap. You replied that you were in a relationship and this guy took that as an opportunity to flirt when you legit told him off.

Throwing your phone down on the couch you stood up with a sigh “I’m gonna go get pizza you want some baby?” You announced to Seungwoo, he was in the bathroom cleaning makeup off his face, but he answered with a cute little “yes please.” You grabbed your purse and keys left, forgetting to grab your phone. You realized it when you stopped to get something to drink, so you grabbed whatever soda you remembered him liking and headed back home.

“Hey,” you announced walking into your apartment, “I forgot my phone,” you went about explaining as you placed everything down in the kitchen, “but I picked up some soda and snacks on the way back……” your words trailed off when you turned round and looked at Seungwoo standing on the kitchen doorway. He wasn’t saying anything. He was just staring at you and the look in his fox-like eyes said you were in trouble.

You stared at back at him and then your eyes followed his hand movements as he held up his right hand showing you your phone screen with a message displayed on it:

“We were amazing together, the sex was good and the love was real. I can still treat you like a queen, no more of the childish nonsense. I really do miss you. Ditch him and come hangout with me, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Babe,” he started slowly, “who is this?” He asked as he started walking towards you.

“An ex from years ago,” you quickly blurted out the truth, “he’s been bugging me for a week, all because of one picture I posted on accident,” he kept walking and you began backing up until you reached the counter, “I’ve told over and over again that I don’t even like him even in the slightest way,” Seungwoo had you caged in now, his tall figure looming over you, “I even told him I had a whole hot ass, fine ass boyfriend,” he smirked down at you and you fell silent.

Shit, you thought, I fucked up, I should’ve just blocked his ass.

“I read all the messages,” Seungwoo stated, making you look away from him, “does he really think he can beat me up and take you from me?” He giggled, “and he called me little. I’m not little.” You did your best to not look at him but whichever way your head turned he followed.

It was quiet for only a few seconds, making your knees feel weak. Ah shit, I’m in some deep shit, was all you could think. You didn’t even realize that he, Seungwoo, had taken off his shirt or the fact that he had turned on your Snapchat camera. He gently pulled you into a kiss and just as you felt his tongue in your mouth, you heard the shutter sound from your phone. You pulled away from him and reached for your phone, but he had other plans. Him being taller than you he held your phone up in the air and you watched as he sent the picture to your ex.

You sighed and before you could say anything about anything, Seungwoo had left you up onto the countertop and ripped your shirt off. The normally gentle Seungwoo had become someone else, “what the he-” your words failed and a moan escaped your lips when he placed an open mouth kiss onto the base of your neck.

Your head fell back and he smirked against your skin, he had you open. He knew your weak spot and you never thought he’d ever use it like this. You mumbled his name and let out a sharp breath, he was placing a huge passion mark on the spot. He suckled on the spot, all the while taking pictures of how open you were to him and how you belonged to him. He let go of the spot, his hot breath fanning your neck and just when you thought he would stop, he picked another spot and went to town.

Just this alone could make you orgasm. You were so wet and needy now, your arms went around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him closer. He was now doing a damn good job of placing yet another huge hickey below your collarbone. Shit, that was it, your legs went around him bringing him even closer to your needy core. You felt him smirk and pull away, he looked down at you, he had a glint in his eyes you’d never seen before.

Seungwoo grabbed your chin and turned your face towards the camera, he timed it just right. Just as he started marking up the other side of your neck, he took another picture of how needy and fucked up you were, “Seun-” you couldn’t get his name out, you yelped, he had taken a bite of your neck. It was the last straw for you because you creamed all over yourself. And trust me, he knew it, he licked and sucked at the spot a little more before pulling away completely.

You stayed on the countertop, and watched as he leaned against it beside you. You could only stare at him, unable to fully fathom the fact that he made you cream from just hickies. Son of a frappe, you thought looking at Seungwoo, who was busy typing away on your phone.

“That was hot.” You remarked after a few seconds had passed. It was the only thing you could think to say. Seungwoo looked at you and smirked, with one eyebrow raised, knowing exactly what he had done.

He handed you your phone and pecked you cheek, “You might wanna wear sweaters for a while,” He started to walk away, “next time, don’t respond to guys like that.”

And as if a switch had turned back on in your head, you remembered why this all happened in the first place. Looking at your phone, you saw all the pictures AND a video of you creaming yourself at the end. Followed by a final message:

“She’s mine, leave her be. I’m more obsessive and shameless than you can believe. Go play somewhere else or find something safe to do.”

Your mouth hung open in disbelief, this man was a real piece of work, you thought. Just as he called out from the living room “What movie do you wanna watch?” As is nothing ever happened.

“I’m just saying,” your ex tried to reason, “we could hang out sometimes, it would be so lit.” He looked you up and down and you rolled your eyes doing everything in your power to not throw your drink in his face. This guy really, at a very important event, at a company you used to work for, with your husband a few feet away talking to some big name people, who’s name you forgot.

Sighing inwardly, you took a small sip from the glass of wine you held before speaking, “That’s real cute and all, but I think you forgot,” you said coldly, “I’m married and my Seungsik is coming this way. That and the fact that I think you’ve forgotten about my temper.”

Once Seungsik had finally reached you, he smiled and tilted his head a little as if he was asking what’s going on. Your ex frowned at the loving look you gave Seungsik as you ignored his presence and asked Seungsik how his conversation went.

“Wow,” your ex started, trying to pick a fight, right in front of Seungsik, “is that all you two talk about, business and work. It makes it seem like you married each other for convenience.”

“I know the fuck he just didn’t?” You mumbled only enough for the three of you to hear, you took a step forward and Seungsik knew what you were about to do, so he took the wine glass from you and passed it off to a server walking by, “listen you simple mined fuck,” you started, Seungsik was holding you back, “you’re an ex, get over it you pathetic little bitch.”

“You weren’t saying that when I used to break your back in.” He remarked, now getting a rise out of your beloved husband.

The hold you didn’t know you had on Seungsik’s arm became tighter, “don’t play yourself like that, you need to pick yourself up off that small ass ego you just tripped on. Honestly, your dick game is trash,” a few people standing nearby had heard you because you had raised your voice an octave, “I suggest you find something safe to do before I hurt your little feelings.”

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it really was your temper getting the best of you. Most of the time you kept it in check but the wine just loosened it up a little. Seungsik grabbed your hand and began to lead out of the event hall. You knew he was upset but, you didn’t give a shit at the moment the only thing you could think about was socking your ex in the face.

After a few twists and turns you realized that Seungsik had dragged you a good distance away and into a empty room, he turned and looked at you, his hand on his hips, you watched as he took a deep breathe, “Sweetheart,” he called you lovingly, “I want to knock him out too,” he looked you over, “but can you blame him when you look so hot in that dress,” he paused for a second before continuing, “I told you not to wear it. But you did anyway and you caused a scene-“

“Hold up,” you cut him off, “baby, you know I wear what I want. And,” you rolled your neck a little, ignoring the look Seungsik was giving you, “I wish you would’ve let me get one swing in,” you continued, going on about how your ex cheated on you in the past and you even let it slip out that said ex had been bothering you since forever ago. That, my dear, was all it took for Seungsik to grab hold of you and push you up against the door. Your words got caught in your throat and your eyes widened at the sudden action.

“My love,” Seungsik started pinning both your hands over your head, “stop it,” his voice was low and his face was inches away from yours, “I’ve told you, multiple times, I don’t like it. And now you’re telling me that he has been bothering you,” he paused and looked you over slowly, as if he was about to eat you, “that bastard even bragged about breaking your back in. You,” he spoke slowly, “are mine.”

Your chest rose and fell, and your breath caught in your throat when you felt Seungsik’s free hand going up your leg and under your dress. Your face flushed red, as lowered your eyes, but you didn’t miss the smirk on his face. Yes, he indeed moved your panties to the side and was now playing with your inner folds. Enjoying your expressions, he knew what you liked and how you liked it. But that was beside the point, what he wanted to do was mark you like he did when you first got together.

He let go of your hands and you instinctively wrapped them around his neck. He lifted you up and sat down in a nearby chair, he stopped torturing your folds and sat you on his lap, you started kissing his neck feverishly. Your ears fell dead to the sound of the door opening but Seungsik’s didn’t, he looked up at the intruder, who was none other than your ex. He locked eyes with him and smirked, mocking him for what he lost and could never have.

Seungsik enjoyed the look of shock and devastation that crossed over the man's face as he took in the sight before him. Yeah, serves him right, he should’ve stayed in his lane. The man closed the door and Seungsik pulled away from you. He kissed your lips gently, his hands were feeling up your ass the whole time. He placed a finger on your chin and stared into your lust filled eyes as he spoke.

“We should head home and finish this,” he rested his forehead against yours and placed a hand behind your head, and continued, “I don’t want anyone else catching us.”

It took a moment for his words to register in your mind, when they did, you pulled back and stared at him in confusion, “Don’t worry about it,” he added standing you both up, he took your underwear and shoved them in his pocket after looking at them for a second, “let’s go, I need that as bad as you do right now.”

You blinked still confused, but nonetheless you fixed your dress and followed him out of the room, stepping into the hallway, you nearly tripped when you saw your ex standing with his back to you. Seungsik grabbed your hand and smirked “You should mind the business that pays you.” Seungsik remarked to your ex as he pulled you along as he walked away with you in tow. You glanced back and caught ex’s expression, why is he sad, you thought but brushed it off immediately when you felt Seungsik’s eyes on you. You looked up at your better half and smiled, no one can drive you crazy like this man.

Setting across the table from you, Chan stared at you. He wasn’t talkative like his normal self, he was quiet and expressionless. You huffed and leaned back in your chair folding your arms. It wasn’t that serious, was it? It couldn’t be, I mean all you did was go up to the counter and order your iced coffee and his boba tea, how the hell were you supposed to know your ex worked here? All you did was give the man a fake smile as you shot him down when he asked you out.

“Chan,” you called his name with a sigh, “it’s not that serious.” he bit his lip and looked off for a second before looking back at you, “come on,” you whined a little and he looked off again, “we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves, forget about him.”

Chan finally looked back at you, but something wasn’t right. You ignored that though, when he finally smiled at you, making you think he got over it. Ha, yeah right, homie had other plans. He could see your ex looking at you, your back was to the counter. So you didn’t know. He stood up and sat beside you, placing an arm around you, you smiled and kissed his cheek.

You both started talking about everything under the sun, but only you seemed to forget about your ex watching your every move from across the room. The drinks you ordered were ready and none other than your ex was bringing them over to you. Chan saw him and decided it would be the perfect time to whisper something dirty in your ear. He started snickering when you looked at him in shock and pushed him away playfully.

“One melon boba tea and vanilla iced coffee add cream and three sugars, with light ice.” Your ex called out your order without blinking.

You looked up at him and smiled a fake smile “Thanks,” Chan spoke for you both before looking back at you, “come on,” he started again, ignoring the man standing in front of you both, “you know you’d like it.” Chan whispered, his lips brushing your ear, making your face turn red, “I could lick it off.” He stated loud enough for your ex to hear

“Chan stop,” you giggled out a little when he wrapped his arms around your waist, “you play too much.”

“Who says I’m playing?” He quizzed looking dead at you. Your ex had finally dismissed himself because he couldn’t take watching you both flirt and because he knew Chan was playing dirty and it worked. But it wasn’t just Chan, you, yourself couldn’t look at anybody else but the person you're with. And right now, you were in a relationship with Chan, so you couldn’t help but to only look at him. Your ex knew that but he nonetheless still tried anyway and failed of course.

“Chan,” you looked at him with a small smile playing on your lips, you poked his dimpled cheek, “that’s sound like fun but not right now.”

You picked up your phone and started showing Chan a picture of a jacket you were planning on ordering offline. Meanwhile he had looked over his shoulder at your ex and smirked, waving at him as if he were making fun of him. The man frowned, he was getting angry, so he began walking forwards to your table.

Chan had looked back down at your phone, as if he didn’t just provoke your ex, “that’s cute babe,” Chan remarked, “I’m not gonna lie, I’m actually thinking about how good you’d look covered in chocolate syrup.”

You spit your drink out, some of it coming out of your nose, you coughed as Chan patted your back and handed you paper towels. Your ex was standing right behind you and he had frozen in place, he heard every word.

“Wow,” you choked out, “damn,” you tried to clear your throat, “you win, let’s go home.”

I mean sis, honestly, this man may like to talk but his head game was on point, A mutherfucking one. He knew that it, and he also knew that was what could drive you over the edge but he only gave it when he felt like teasing and torturing you. He enjoyed watching you squirm and beg more than fucking your brains out.

Chan started laughing under his breath as he glanced at your ex and then back to you, “I didn’t think that’d make you choke. Slow down baby.” He sounded so concerned as he helped wipe up the mess. He kissed you and apologized, watching as your ex made a final retreat back to the counter.

You stood up, “Chan,” you ordered, “get your ass up, we're going home. You started this, now finish it.” You were unknowingly loud enough for other people to hear, but you didn’t give a damn, who says no to something like that? Grabbing Chan’s hand, you started pulling him along, making him laugh even more. But he had other ideas, this man somehow ended up pulling you back to the table. He legit waited until no one was looking and snuck you into the bathroom. Where he licked and ate until he got his fill and you did everything in your power to hold back every moan almost failing. And best believe he made sure your ex could hear every last bit of it.

Sitting on the couch watching Sejun laughing it up with one of his friends, you shook your head a little at the sight. He was having hella fun at this party, you almost didn’t come. But just watching him being happy made you happy, you smiled and just as you did, your phone began ringing. You looked down at it, an unknown number, you disregarded it and looked back at Sejun, who was now walking towards you. He plopped down on the couch next to you and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Having fun,” you questioned with your head tilted to the side a little.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” he smiled back, he sighed a little and looked at his watch, checking the time, “ready to go home, cause I am.”

You nodded and he stood up, he reached his hand out towards you to help you up. Lacing your fingers with his, you both made your way to the door. Your phone began ringing, just as you both made it into the hallway.

Frowning as you looked at your phone, that same unknown number flashed across the screen. You stopped walking unknowingly and decided to answer it after whoever it was hung up and called again.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to reach you, how have you been?” It was none other than your ex and he was drunk as fuck.

You stood there, your frown growing deeper, Sejun was now beside you looking very concerned, “What’s the matter?” He asked you searching your face.

You looked at him finally and shook your head, “nothing.” You hung up the phone and grabbed hold of Sejun’s arm and proceeded to head home.

Two weeks later……

“Stop,” you hollered out at Sejun laughing, “my stomach hurts. I quit, you win!”

He stopped a look of victory all over his face, his dimple showing. Which was the whole reason you both started wrestling in the first place. You stood up from the floor and he looked at you with curiosity. Smiling down at him, you poked his dimple again and took off running, knowing he was going to chase you.

No one was in the practice room, so you both were free to play around as you please. The other members had disappeared as soon as you arrived, but that was cool, more time to play like children.

You didn’t make it far before Sejun had grabbed you yet again, this time he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You cried out laughing, begging to be put down, he did, but after spinning you around and scaring you a little. He sat up down on top of the table next to your bag and grinned down at you.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispered out, smiling like a child, “I’ve been kinda down for the last two days.”

You cupped his face in your hands and made a pouty face, “I missed you too darling,” You stated, he went to kiss you, but your phone began to ring, cutting into the mood. Rolling your eyes, you blindly reached over and answered your phone “Hello.” You sighed.

“Y/N, it’s me,” it was your ex again, “I know I fucked up, but can I please have another chance.” He begged, “I promise, I’ll do better this time.”

Sejun heard every word and before you could hang up, he snatched your phone out of your hand “Who is this?” He questioned the man.

Your ex ignored the question and demanded you to be back on the phone. Sejun was getting angry and you could see it, so you went to jump off the table. But Sejun blocked you from moving, “Why are you calling my girlfriend,” Sejun frowned, “she’s not interested, if she was she’d be with you!”

“Jun-ah,” you called his name and tried to take your phone from him but he pushed your hands away, “please stop, hang up the phone.”

“Look dude, put her back on the phone,” your ex yelled out, when you had tried again to reach for the phone, you accidentally hit the speaker button, “I don’t give a damn who you are, I made her the way she is, she’s mine!”

Now it was your turn to get angry, “Hey,” you yelled out loud, your voice echoed across the room, “I don’t belong to anyone. You didn’t make anything you pompous asshole,” Sejun stared at you as you spoke, a deep frown on his face, “we dated two years ago, are you fucking kidding me!”

“Y/N,” your ex called your name twice, “please, listen to me, I’m sorry, I love yo-”

Sejun had hung up the phone and was now glaring at you as if he could bite your head off. You folded your arms and looked away, because you knew you needed to explain. After taking a deep breath, you pushed your hair back and looked back at him.

“So,” he started, “who the fuck was that?”

“My ex,” you answered with a huff, it was a long time ago,”

“Is he the one that called you that night at the party?” He questioned, now leaning towards you. Yes, sis, he was all up in your grill, leaving you no other choice than to answer him, he had you caged in between his arms, “why didn’t you tell me, I could’ve told him off then,” he paused for only a second, “has he been calling you since then?”

“Yes,” you sighed out, annoyed because your happy mood was now ruined, “I haven’t answered since that night,” you further explained, “I was planning on blocking him but I’ve been busy with work.”

“Why didn’t you tell me back then,” he asked, “is he the same one that caused you all that pain?”

Your face changed from annoyed to hurt at the simple thought of what your ex had done to you. You looked away but Sejun grabbed your chin, making you look at him. You took a deep breath, the tears you were holding back fell, as you looked him in the eyes. Sejun’s expression became soft, he took it upon himself to kiss your tears away.

“It’s okay,” he whispered between kisses, “I’m here with you now, I’ll never hurt you like he did.” He assured you, making you wrap your arms around him to bring him close. It was true, your ex hurt you in more ways than one, that man ripped you into complete shit. It took some time and just when you thought you were ready, you met Sejun. He made you feel whole and he loved you despite your flaws, why would you risk losing someone like him.

Unbeknownst to you, Sejun’s kisses had become more eager and you, my dear, were adding more heat to the fire. Shit, you couldn’t breathe, so you pulled away, you could feel Sejun’s bulge on your inner thigh, his face was buried in your neck “Not here,” you whispered softly, your hands had found their way under his shirt, “someone might see.”

He looked up, just as the lights in the practice room had gone off, “I think everyone’s gone home now,” He whispered back, running his hand through your hair, “but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You kissed his lips gently and pulled away, you low key wanted to feel him inside you but you didn’t want to get caught. Sejun grinned, his mischievous manners were showing up now. He pulled you closer until his bulge was right up against your clothed folds. He kissed you deeper and held you tightly against and he grinned into you, you took it upon yourself to break the kiss, hoping he wouldn’t stop because it felt so damn good.

“You play so mu-” your words caught in your throat when he grinded into you harder, “Sejun,” you moaned out his name, “just fuck me already.”

He smirked, “I’ll do more than just fuck you.” He promised as he freed himself and lifted up your skirt. He pushed your panties to the side and just as he kissed you, he put his full length into you, “let me fill you with my love,” with every word he spoke; he thrusted in and out gently, “and give you more, I’ll make love to you.”

Shit, he kissed you and fucked you deeper. You couldn’t breathe but your heart felt full, he was doing it how you liked, nothing could interrupt this moment. It felt too good, not even your phone ringing could make you stop. Sejun had left both your legs up, making you hold yourself up, your hand had brushed your phone, but you were too wrapped up in getting the best dick in your life to care. You had accidentally answered the phone, just as a moan escaped your lips. Your ex was on the line, he called your name but it fell on death ears. He was instead greeted by the sound of lust filled love and heavy breathing.

“I love you baby.” Sejun whispered out, he as nearing his end and so where you.

Looking in his eyes with parted lips you went to reply, but he had placed a hand around your neck and rammed into you deeply making you cream so hard, you cried out his name as your body shook, he followed shortly after, cumming deep into your folds. He held you close. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, past or present.” He kissed your lips gently and you nodded, whispering back about how much you loved him. He glanced over at your phone and smirked when he saw that your ex was on the phone listening. He played it off and discreetly hung up the phone, knowing he didn’t have to worry about that asshole very again.

The room was quiet but the only sound that could be heard was your heavy breathing, while you sat on top of Hanse staring down at him. You both were tired but neither of you would fold, this was a fight for dominance and you were getting your ass handed to you.

Hanse was looking up at you with a smirk, he knew was winning. So, he was gonna take the time to provoke you until the very end. What was crazy was that it started because your ex thought it would be a good idea to show up to your apartment unannounced. And Hanse was the one to open the door, he looked scary to others but not to you. So when he came face to face with your ex, the man froze in place before asking where you were and if it was the right apartment.

You ended up coming to the door to see what was going on, yeah, sis, you were only wearing a shirt you stole from Hanse. That and the fact that you wrapped your arms around him from the back before looking over his shoulder to see who it was. You sighed, the smile on your face almost vanishing.

“Why on earth are you here,” you asked your ex coldly, “I thought I told you to get lost and never come back.”

Hanse looked at you then back at him, “You know him?” He questioned putting his hands in his pocket.

You looked off and ran your hands through your hair, “I used to know him,” you stated coldly, leaning on to Hanse to add emphasis to that you were happy.

“You moved on pretty fast.” Your ex remarked, sounding hurt, but what was he to expect. You broke up well over a year ago, or rather it was more like, you had an argument about him cheating and then ghosting you, not even bothering to actually cut it off. So you being the bad bitch you are, you shot him a text saying never to show his face around you again after a little over a month after he disappeared.

You met Hanse a few months after, you were in the middle of a rush at the cafe you work at, no manager was on duty and everyone else seemed clueless as to what to do. So you stepped up and started giving orders, making everything run smoothly. Hanse was sitting at a table alone, he was watching the entire thing go down. You could feel his sharp catlike eyes on you, so you glanced in his direction. You ended up locking eyes with him and he smirked, making you look away. Damn, he got you good, because you almost fucked up and gave someone the wrong order. After that moment you felt like he could see through you almost, but that’s what made him seem sexy to you. So you brought him his drink and asked him out at the same time.

A small laugh escaped Hanse’s lips as he looked back at your ex, before slamming the door in his face. Somehow, Hanse managed to drag you to your bedroom and strip you completely naked, I mean, you guys were already in the middle of something before your ex knocked on the door. This just added to pile of things that was making him want to fuck your lights out.

So, here you were in a heated battle with a man who was normally warm. He flipped you over in one swift motion and stared down at you, you couldn’t help but to look at his lip piercing, you thought it was so sexy. Especially when he smirked, shit, fuck it, you thought, I’m not gonna win this one, I quit, I fold.

It was as if he could read your mind, Hanse let out a small laugh and got closer to your face. You were basically breathing each other’s breathe, he was now taunting you by not kissing you so you could feel the coldness of his piercing.

“You don’t play far.” You remarked with a small frown.

“All of far in love and war.” was his response,he buried his face in your neck and nipped at your skin. You let out a breathy sigh, arching your back into him. You both were sweaty but honestly sis, who gives a damn. Hanse was enjoying how you squirmed around under him begging for him to fuck you even more.

But sis, just when you thought you’d get to ride the pounding you needed, someone thought it would be a wonderful idea to come home on time. Whom you may ask, none other than your roommate, and ole girl was loud as fuck for no reason today.

Hanse let you go and you huffed as you sat up, “This bitch has some superb timing.” You grumbled saracastly as you climbed out of bed and started putting on clothes.

Your roommate knocked on the door, “Y/N,” she called out, it sounded like she was crying “I need some company, I just caught my boyfriend cheating with my best friend.”

“Oh fuck.” You sighed as you watched Hanse finish getting dressed.

“We can finish this some other time,” he promised, kissing your forehead, “I’m far from finished.” He remarked as he grabbed and squeezed a helping handful of your ass. He let go and smacked it, liking how it jiggled, “I’ll see you later babe.” He whispered opening the door and walking out of your room.

You followed behind him, biting your lip, you liked jealous Hanse. He it made him dangerous and you licked it. Exiting your room behind him, you ran dead into your roommate, who by the smell was drunk. You knew how you’d spend your night, and it wasn’t how you wanted.

A month later………

“Why are you here?” You frowned at your ex. You were at work, doing your job as usual, it was almost time to get off. Thus, the day was going good until he showed up. The man was persistent and wouldn’t take no for an answer, but what you both didn’t know, was Hanse was there watching the whole thing play out.

Sis, your man had came in right behind your ex, he would’ve intervened. But he wanted to see how you would handle it, because I mean, you are a big girl, you take care of yourself, right?

“Please just hear me out,” your ex pleaded, good thing it was slow and he was the only one in line, “I was wrong and selfish and I’m sorry.”

You blinked at this man with a straight face, before replying. You folded your arms and took a deep breathe, “Look man,” you finally started, “get over it. You disappeared after I caught you cheating. I’m in a relationship,” you pointed your finger at him, “and don’t start talking about how you’ve changed. I accept your apology, but I’m not getting back with you. And ex is an example of what not to do again. So, do me a favor and get over it.”

He went to speak, but a hand on his shoulder caused him to stop and look. At some point, Hanse had made his way over, “how pathetic.” Hanse remarked with a small shake of his head, he looked over at you, “ready to go babe.”

The grim look you once had was replaced by a soft smile as you nodded “let me clock out, I didn’t know you were picking me up today.” Your tone was excited, he was just the person you wanted to see.

Now sis, when you took off to he back, Hanse took the opportunity to be very clear with your ex. He wasn’t about to spare any feelings.

“Look dude, she’s happy, why are you being a parasite and trying to fuck that up,” Hanse sighed and sized him up really quick, “I’ve been nice about it, especially when you showed up at her house, slamming the door was a small part of what I want to do to you,” He had placed a hand on the mans shoulder and spoke lowly into his ear, “I want to break your face in, for the shit you did to her. Right now I want to break your damned legs. You are a pathetic little piece of shit, you didn’t deserve her, she’s too good for you. If I see or hear about you bugging her again, you’ll have to deal with me,” Hanse stepped back when he saw you coming back, “do me that one favor while I’m being polite.”

Your ex was a mix between scared and angry, you walked up to Hanse who was smirking slightly at the man. Daring him to try it, whatever it was. But the man never moved. You on the other hand ignored your ex and grabbed Hanse’s hand, pulling him along because you were so ready to go.

Now, sis, let’s just say, you guys picked up where you left off. I mean, shit happened really fast when you got home, considering you guys stopped at a few places. But nonetheless, girl, you were right back in the same position, naked, sweaty and heated. But this time, neither of you held back. Getting fucked with those kinds of emotions does something to you. The pressure behind each thrust and thoughtless minds mixed with feelings of the heart, while getting dicked down made you climax in no time. But so what if you were going to be sore for a few days, no fucks were given.

The night was young, but the breeze was cold, which was okay with you. You were headed home anyway, sleep was calling your name in all capital letters. Sighing you rounded the corner that lead to your house, you froze when your eyes landed on your ex standing on your door step holding flowers.

What the fuck is he doing here, you thought. Like seriously, you haven’t seen the man in months. Last time you checked he said you were too boring and easy to read for him. The day you broke up played in your mind like a broken record.

It was sunny out, you woke up that day feeling good but something was off. He texted you and asked to meet up at a cafe, so you did. You dressed up and headed out. Sitting in the cafe, he stared at you with a cold expression, before telling you it was over and blaming you for not being exciting enough. Well shit, that stung like a bitch. You put your all into the relationship, you were together so long but what really hurt was he fact the he didn’t realize he didn’t put any effort into it. You almost cried, but you held back and stood up from the table, snatching the necklace he had bought you off and throwing it at him. You left without a word, I’m your mind you said fuck it and let it go.

So, why was he standing in front of your house, holding flowers. You sighed and walked up to him, your hands in your jacket pocket, you looked him up and down as he turned towards you. He smiled at you a held the flowers out for you to take, but you didn’t make a move to grab them.

“Y/N,” he started, “I’m sorry, I was wrong. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I should’ve treated you better-.”

You sighed loudly, cutting him off, “Thanks,” you rolled your eyes, “but you're late, I moved on already. But even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t come back to you.”

He dropped the flowers, he face was a mix between sad and upset. He sighed about to say something when a very familiar laugh reached your ears. You looked behind you, ByungChan was walking towards you, his nose was red and his eyes were watering. He was still sick, but why on earth did he come out, when you just left his house after putting him to sleep, or you thought.

“Byung-ah,” you called his name worriedly, “why are you here, I thought I left you at home asleep.”

He coughed a little and threw an arm around you, “I couldn’t let you walk home alone,” he replied sounding as stop up as ever, “I followed you,” he sneezed and sniffled.

You pushed him off and glared at him, “Dude, seriously, you sneezed in my hair.”

He laughed at you and looked at your ex, “Who is this guy?” He asked ignoring your protest, he was still trying lean on you.

“You’re sick and you’re asking me about him,” you shoved him off one last time and reached into your purse pulling out a small pack of Kleenex. You grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled his face to your level so you could clean his nose.

“I’m sorry, babe, but some random dude is trying to give you flowers, I don’t like that.” ByungChan explained still standing eye level with you.

“Look Bunnie,” you called his pet name, and touched his forehead, “you’re still sick! Go home!” You yelled, he was about to become childish, you could feel it.

“You're right,” he smiled, “I’m sick, sick on your love.” He looked over at your ex and smirked before he sneezed again, “she is so loving isn’t she,” he kept laughing and teasing, “too bad you let her go.”

You sighed, you knew he was playing stupid and he was aiming to provoke your ex, it was working. You didn’t want to see a fight or an argument between the two men, so you decided to cut that shit short.

“Choi ByungChan,” you called his entire name, “just get in the house,” you started pushing him towards the front door, you glanced at your ex, “as you can see, I’m busy taking care of my sick boyfriend,” ByungChan was about to say something but he couldn’t because he started coughing, “goodbye and take care of yourself.”

You had managed to unlock the door and shove ByungChan in. You closed the door and looked at your beloved boyfriend about to start nagging, but froze in place when you saw his expression. His face was completely blank, something you only saw once, right before he lost his cool.

Huffing, you folded your arms and started talking again after swallowing, “Have you lost your mind,” you said, “you can become sicker if you go outside like that, it’s cold out,” you looked him over, “you didn’t even put on a jacket or proper shoes.”

“Has he come here before?” ByungChan asked, ignoring all your concerns for his health.

You huffed and looked off then back at him, “Forget about him, he’s not important!” You yelled

“He is if he comes to your house,” he yelled back, “what if he had tried something!”

“Are you hearing yourself,” you were getting angry, because he wasn’t taking his sickness seriously, “I don’t care about him, you're standing in front of me, your nose is running and your temp is high. I don’t give a fuck about that guy!”

“He came to your house unannounced, at night, he could’ve been drunk or something. He could’ve tried to kidnap you!”

You sighed, he wasn’t hearing you but you were hearing him, so you blurted out what the problem was. It had been going on for a while, he just wouldn’t say it, so you just blurted it out, “You keep thinking I’m going to leave you for someone else!”

He fell silent, you had the courage to say it out loud and that hurt. Adding that to the fact that he tried to hide it from you, but you knew anyway, he low key wondered when you figured it out. His mind as running but no words could come out.

“I figured it out a month and a half ago,” you explained, “when that guy asked for my number as if you weren’t standing there. I found out then.”

ByungChan dropped his head, he had been feeling so insecure since before then. He saw how the good the other men looked and he couldn’t help but compare. You took a step towards him and he took one back, you went to call his name but he shook his head and walked out of the door. He was holding back tears, and he did his best to not show them, but you saw them and went behind him, calling his name at the top of your lungs.

You ex was still lingering outside, he tried to stop and talk to you, but you shoved him off “Get the fuck out of my face!” You yelled, you noticed ByungChan stop to look back. You ex had kept grabbing you and you kept pushing his hand away, your were becoming frustrated. How could such a good day go down the drain all because this piece of shit showed up?

A firm hand pulled you completely away from your ex, followed by a fist flying straight at his faces. Shit, ByungChan had punched your ex in the nose. Blood was dripping, you were shocked as you watched your stumble while covering his leaking nose.

“Get lost, don’t show your face around here again,” ByungChan wasn’t like this, so you were very much shocked, “if I see you again, I’ll fucking rip your face off, how dare you touch her like that! Have you lost your mind!”

Surprisingly, your ex left after apologizing, ByungChan had turned back towards you, he looked you over and just as he was about to say something. He started coughing up a storm, bringing you back from the cloud you had landed on. This side of him was way too sexy for you at the moment, but you weren’t going to say it.

Instead, you started nagging him a little and ushered him back inside. Where you made him lay in your bed while you made some honey lemon tea. You freshened up quickly while the tea was brewing, listening to him sneeze and cough made you move faster. You quickly made the tea and brought it to him.

Walking into your bedroom, you could’ve sworn he was asleep, so you sat the cup down on the nightstand, beside the bed and sat down next to him. Placing a hand on your forehead and the other in his, you sighed. He was burning up, a hand on top of yours made you look at him. He didn’t say a word, but you knew what he was thinking. So you expressed yourself clearly, without yelling.

“I would never leave you for some other guy,” you started, he looked away from you and huffed, but you kept going, “I don’t know where you got that stupid idea, but forget it. It’s me and you together forever, reminder? Cause I do,” emotions started coming out with each word you spoke, “you picked up a random weed as a joke and gave it to me, to make me laugh,” you started listing the senseless sweet things he had done, “you wrote that I was pretty on a napkin you used. You always show up when I start feeling like shit about myself. You fucking idiot, you almost had a heart attack because I got bit by a misquote,” you were on the verge of tears now but you kept going, “we even played in the park because I was drunk and didn’t want to go home,” a tear fell and his heart dropped, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

He placed a hand on your cheek and sat up in bed, he hugged you. But you pushed him a little “You're sick and you’re worried about some loser taking me from you, ByungChan, you fucking idiot!” You were crying, but you had to get it off your chest now, it was the best to do it now, “why would I drop and my ace for a joker, I’m not stupid!”

“I’m sorryY/N,” he whispered, “I didn’t know you felt that way. I thought you would’ve liked someone who’s the opposite of me, I shouldn’t have thought that way.”

“My eyes are only on you, don’t forget that.” You mumbled looking up at him, “now your sick, you need to-,” your complaints were cut short by a gently kiss.

You went to pull away but he wasn’t having that, he pulled you closer and needless to say before you knew it, you were naked and he was on top of you. Fucking you deep and slow, you forgot about him being sick and so did he.

“That’s cheating,” you frowned at Subin pouting at the screen in front of you. He smirked and looked off as if he didn’t just blow air on your neck to distract you from winning, “you know what,” you suggested, “I bet I can beat you in basketball.” You challenged him with a smirk of your own.

He rolled his eyes, but you both stood up anyway and headed to the court outside of your apartment. The game was going good, you were kicking his butt, but he didn’t mind because he was having fun. The sound of loud laughter hit both of your ears causing you to stop and look up. A group of familiar faces was walking towards you, you sighed inwardly. It was your ex and his friends.

“Y/N,” your ex called your name, and stood in front of you , “it’s been a while, I see you’re still hopping and still with this kid. How cute.”

His tone got under your skin but you let it slide, “I see you’re still the same,” you replied, “all talk and no play.”

He went to say something, Subin cut him off, “I’m going to get something to drink, what would you like?” He wasn’t fazed by your ex because he knew you could handle it on your own, no need for him to back you up.

You looked at Subin and smiled at him adorably before answering, “Yes, babe, I’ll take a flavored water.” You always looked at Subin admiration, he was the only guy that could make you swoon. Something that pissed off your ex every time he saw you and him together, “I’ll just sit over there and wait for you to come back, my love.” You added swaying back and forth a little, still holding the ball.

You ex scoffed, but you ignored him until Subin walked away and he did it again, “What,” you sighed out, “can I help you with something?”

Your ex smirked, “let’s play, one on one.” He dared, “I bet I could beat you.”

Shaking your head, you watched Subin leave the court and head for the store, you were going to ignore your ex, but he said something that made you want to prove him wrong. Alas a game started between you and your ex, you were kicking his butt. Leaving him feeling saltier than his sweat.

You shot a three point and watched as the ball went into the net with no problem. Subin was coming back up, he had been gone for about twenty minutes, he wasn’t surprised to see you kicking your ex’s ass. He smiled to himself, you were so cute to him. His smile dropped when he saw your ex smack your ass right when you threw the ball up, the ball missed and you spun around and pushed your ex as hard as you could.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You yelled in his face, “have you lost your mind!”

Your ex smirked, acting all cocky because his friends were in the background cheering him on, “It’s still as soft as I remember.” He stated with a smirk, “I can still take you from that kid, he’s a nobody.”

This was you broke up with him I’m the first place, he was so full of himself. He talked a lot of shit but couldn’t fuck for shit. He was good at sports but that was about it. He was a complete asshole, who did anything to make others feel small and you hated it. Your breaking point was when he was picking at some random guy for no reason, he poured water on the guy and acted as if it was an accident. You cursed him out that day and then told him it was over.

“You little bitch,” you started but your ex had forcefully kissed you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You bit his lip just as you felt him being snatched off of you. Subin eyes were set in a straight line, he was pissed to say the least, your ex stared back at him in a daring manner.

“What are you gonna do, you little punk bitch?” He started antagonizing him, “your a weak little kid, she needs a grown man.”

“Dude-” Your words fell short when you saw Subin land a punch in your ex’s mouth.

“Don’t ever touch her again,” Subin was beyond angry, he had had enough of your ex’s shit for the day.

Your ex wanted to act like a tough guy and swung a punch at Subin, he landed it but Subin swung and landed yet another punch to his jaw. You started to try and break it up, but it was little too late for that. You thanked you stars that your ex’s friend weren’t trying to see a fight, they helped pull them apart.

Subin’s lip was bleeding but you ex was looking wrecked. Why, because he couldn’t fight for shit. You was so overly concerned about Subin lip, that you didn’t see how hurt your ex was. Not like you cared though, serves him right, he fucked up and he knew it. He lost a good woman all because of his cockiness.

“You’ve crossed the line,” Subin yelled trying to go at your ex again, “she’s my girl, how dare you put your disgusting lips on her, you have any idea how long it’s going to take to wipe that off.”

“Let’s go, Subin!” You yelled at him to get his attention. He looked down at you and grabbed your hand aggressively and angrily pulled you along with him. You mind was still on the fact that Subin was bleeding, even though it wasn’t much, just a little but that hurt your heart. No one wants to see someone they love hurt. You were brought back from your running thoughts when you heard your apartment door shut behind you.

Just as you looked up at Subin, he basically tossed you onto the couch, “Subi-,” you stopped talking when he took off his shirt and threw it to the side somewhere.

Your eyes widened when he got on top of you, caging you in. He somehow managed to snatch your shirt off in one motion, you clenched your legs together, but to no avail. Subin was already between your legs, no escape. He went for your sweet spot and you folded, but he was so rough and aggressive. Not that you’d complain. He placed hickies from your neck to your stomach, he then ripped your shorts off, well they were his but who gives a damn, they were gone along with your panties. The cold air was replaced by his hot lips on your folds, he’d never gone down on you before.

You were trying to protest, but he wasn’t having it. He pinned your legs wide open, this was new to you. So it was no surprise as to how your body would react, he ignored how your legs shook and trembled. Where did he learn this from, your hands were in his hair, pulling at the strands, trying to get him to stop, but your grip loosened when you felt yourself about to cream. He stopped and licked his way back to your neck, you opened your eyes and stared directly into his, just as you felt him enter you roughly with no warning. He started pounding into you, not giving anytime to breathe or think.

Again, you tried to stop him but he had you pinned wide open, “I let it slide one two many times,” he stated as he pounded into you deeper and harder, “I can’t believe he touched you,” he rammed into you balls and layed flush against your chest, Subin grabbed your jaw squeezing it. You opened your mouth and he spit in it before kissing you roughly.

Subin pulled away and slammed into you a few times, “This pussy is mines, say it.” He ordered, but you were too far gone to speak, he did it again, harshly pounding into you with no mercy, until you said it.

When you finally said it, he placed two fingers on your clit and rubbed it to the rhythm of each thrust. Until you creamed, your hips shot up and your legs shook, but Subin paid no mind as he continued, reaching his peak, he came. And as he did, his kissed you yet again roughly, covering up your whimpers and moans.

A little after Midnight……..

You lay there on your bed, still naked from earlier, Subin lay beside you, in the same condition, asleep, you assumed. You sat up and looked over at his sleeping form, wondering what had gotten into him. That was so unlike him, but you low key liked it.

Sighing, you climbed out of bed and grabbed your phone and left your apartment to get some air. You were sore down there, but you need the air to help clear your thoughts. You made it to a an empty bench and sat down, looking at the time on your phone, you decided to stay out for only thirty minutes and then head back in. The sound of footsteps coming towards you caused you to look up into none other than your ex’s face.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, so much for getting some air, you thought about to stand up. He stopped you holding out his hands, showing he meant no offense, “Y/N,” he started, “I’m sorry.” He apologized, taking you by surprise. He never apologized for anything. So this was very new to you.

Sighing yet again, you rolled your eyes, “I’m being serious,” he said, making you look up at him, he pointed to the empty spot beside you, “can I sit down, I promise I won’t try anything.”

You stared at him for a few seconds before nodding your head, your ex sat down at the other end of the bench before he started talking again, “I’m really sorry,” he began again, you picked up on how sincere he was by the time of his voice, “I shouldn’t have kissed you or touched you in that manner,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I just couldn’t believe I lost you to someone else. I really do love you, I’m being shameless, but I have to be honest with you and myself,” at this point, neither of you saw Subin standing within listening distance.

He had woken up, wondering where you were, he came outside in hopes of finding you. He did, but before he made his presence known, he wanted to hear what you would say when he wasn’t around, he was beyond curious, despite the fact that he was deep down scared of how you’d reply.

“You were the best thing to happen to me,” your ex continued, “I fucked up bad. All because I wanted to look like a cool tough guy in front of you. I feel so stupid for treating you like I did, please forgive me,” he paused for a second before he continued, “I’m being self right now, but, please give me one more chance, I promise I’ll be different, I’ll treat you so much better.”

“Wow,” you started, “that’s real sweet,” Subins heart dropped a little at your first few words, “but, I can’t,” you said honestly, “I’m happy, I love Subin, he’s my world,” you sighed, swooning over him, “you messed up, that’s on you,” unknowingly Subin had started walking towards you, “But,” you continued, “I’m glad you saw your flaws, hopefully you fix them. I accept your apology and I hope you find happiness with some other girl who’d be happy to be with you, but it’s not me.”

Subin was now standing beside you, causing you to look up, you smiled unknowingly at him. Your eyes told your emotions, anybody could see that you were in love. Subin smiled back and reached his hand out to you and you grabbed it.

You went to stand up but faltered a little, Subin laughed a little and turned around “Come on,” he pointed to his back and you hoped on, like a happy child, “why didn’t you wake me?” He quizzed as he began walking, leaving your ex sitting there.

“Because,” you answered, laying your head on his back, “you were asleep, I just came out to get some air.”

“Ah, is that so,” he said with a smile of his own, “I was worried for nothing.”

“You worried, does that make any sense,” you playfully responded, “what is this world coming too to make you worry.”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, he hoisted you up onto his back higher, you were sliding down, he laced his fingers together under your legs to make sure you wouldn’t fall, “Y/N,” he called your name sweetly, “I love you.”

You looked up grinning from ear to ear, “I love you too.” You responded. You could tell he was blushing, so you took that opportunity to blow your breathe on the back of his neck. He panicked and almost fell.

“Hey, be careful,” he scolded you, “what if I drop you.”

You giggled and did it again, this time placing a quick hiss on his cheek when he turned his head to scold you again. He put you down and turned towards you and you playfully ran off. You both ended up playing, despite your ex sitting there watching it all go down. He stood up and smiled accepting his loss but happy to see you smile so brightly. He left without a word.

#kpop boys #victon #victon seungwoo #victon sejun #victon subin #victon hanse #victon byungchan #victon seungsik #kpop smut #victon scenarios #victon reactions #lush #ot7 smut #ot7 #ot7 x you

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burningstarfishqueen · 1 year

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a fallout fic, for the season five finale

He wasn’t alone. Adrien perched at the edge of the couch, Marinette lounging beside him. She’d finally relaxed. Graceful fingers played across her controller. Her chest rose and fell smoothly, a bit of her shirt wrinkling with each easy breath.

Victory sounded.

“Ha!” Her lipgloss shone in the sunlight. “Were you even trying?”

He wanted to kiss her, but she’d been shy since their first. “Alas, your beauty overwhelms me effortlessly!” Hand clasped to his heart, he flopped into the pillows.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork.”

She leaned in. The bars on his window cast a shadow over her face. He reached out like it was a stain he could clean. His fingers brushed her skin and he could feel her shaking. His hand fell away.

“Marinette-”

“When did it get so late? Time passes so quickly around you, Adrien. I have somewhere to be.”

A glance at the clock showed it was patrol. He did need her to leave, but not like this. He caught her wrist in the gentlest hold. “Come by tomorrow?”

“Of course.” She smiled brightly. “I love you, Adrien. Isn’t it great how everything worked out like this?” Lips pressed to his cheek in a lukewarm kiss. “Bye!”

The way she ran brought back the first weeks of their relationship, when his touch triggered her and she fled from him.

At least he had to meet Ladybug. Transforming, he escaped through the bars and vaulted to their meeting point. He sat down to wait for her.

His father’s statue cut the sky like Chloé’s had, but Miraculous Ladybug wouldn’t whisk this one away. An eternal memory of the night his father died defeating Monarch. He’d thought he’d grieve more. Instead, the summer sun chilled him and a weight stayed in his stomach. He’d sobbed in Marinette’s arms the first day, but since then he couldn’t feel the right pain.

Gabriel Agreste was a good man. He’d been right to call Chat an uncontrolled child. In his mind, he’d dared think his father was abusive. What sort of son thought that? He’d been ready to cataclysm him.

His father was the kind of person who stood with Ladybug against Monarch, while Adrien, the superhero, crumbled alone in a white cell.

Feet tapped on the rooftop behind him. He rearranged his features and turned to see her. Ladybug’s expression was unreadable, her face raised to the statue.

“Hey, Bug.”

A flinch. “Mon chatounet.” She offered her hand and he took it.

They stood side by side, looking up. Chat’s lip twisted.

“We should patrol,” she said.

“There isn’t much to do anymore. Not after he saved us from Monarch.”

“Are you mad at him?”

Why had there been so much venom in his voice? His fingers clenched. “Why would you think that?”

She laughed. “Nobody’s mad anymore. The world’s been great since I defeated Monarch. We, I mean. Gabriel Agreste and I!”

“He helped you.”

Her arms crossed over her chest as she twisted away. “That happened.”

Frustration built in his throat.

“Everything’s good again,” she said, “since he was so trustworthy.”

He spat out the words: “I don’t believe you.”

Slowly, Ladybug’s head tipped up. His father smiled down on her.

“I’m right.”

Her head shook, frantic.

Chat put a hand on her shoulder and he was thrown on his back. Ladybug was above him, palms pressed to her ears. “Sorry!”

Her lies, her new fears, even the way she stood added up to one thing. “He took your Miraculous.”

She swallowed. “He made the Wish.”

“For Maman. Père is Monarch.” His lungs didn’t have enough air. “Then how did he die?”

Her breath hitched. He followed her eyes to the Black Cat ring.

His body moved on its own, legs carrying him to the edge.

“Chaton-”

He hardly heard her.

Dropping into the square, he stood at his father’s feet, craning his neck to try to see his face. It was too far.

“Cataclysm.”

Rot ripped through the statue in moments. If only it could’ve killed the real thing so quickly. Magic ripped into the ground. It’d leave a scar.

Ashes rained around Chat Noir, thick enough to blot out the sun.

#adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #ladybug #adrinette #gabriel agreste #monarch #ml season 5 #ml s5 spoilers #ml re-creation #ml recreation #ml re-creation spoilers #ml recreation spoilers #post season 5 #angst #hurt no comfort #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ml fanfic

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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 months

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OK ARYU’S SUPER SPEED SKIM I’m ngl this is longer than I expected because I again failed to continue actually summarizing instead of transcribing some parts so it’s like half summary half verbatim oops. Anyways I did this one a lot more quickly to lmk if anything is off and apologies in advance if it’s kinda messy LOL I went through many mixed emotions doing this one LMAO

-Karasu anon

Aryu summaries

1- Antique:

Aryu lives in an old fashioned styled house surrounded by nature. His parents are easy going. One nice day, his mother wears a pink dress while holding his hand. She sometimes looks over to him and smiles lightly. Upon entering their house, you’ll be greeted by all the tatami in their house. They return home to his father ripping a bong. Aryu thinks the vapor that exits his mouth looks like clouds. His father has long hair that reaches the middle of his back and also has an easy going smile. His father travels the world, collecting odd souvenirs and trinkets like a cursed panel he got from an old man running a souvenir shop. He likes telling stories about all the items he gets. Their house also serves as an antique shop. They section off a part of the room on weekends and sell odd bone wares. The things they sell are rather priceless, they aren’t high end or particularly valuable. They have things like an old backpack, a stained glass lamp, etc. But each item has its own story. Aryu sits on his mother’s lap listening to his father’s tales. He thinks his father is cool. His father likes finding beauty in life and narrates them via tales. He often told Aryu stories about these items while smoking. Aryu loved these moments and grew to be accustomed to being surrounded by beauty (based off the things his father had picked out and called beautiful). Everything that he could see or touch had beauty in it. But in the end, he didn’t like antiques. His clothes were all old, and his toys were all things from other countries that might’ve already been used by who knows what. It was all weird. One time, his father had brought him a vintage Hawaiian shirt. And a wooden horse used by France’s nobility. Being told that, Aryu hated it even more. It’s old, dirty, and lame. He’d heard adults say that their house had been renovated and was designed to look a bit odd and old, but it was cold in the winters and bugs easily flew in in the summer. His friends’ houses were new and clean. Winters were warm and summers were kept cool. They get lots of toy cars and colorful blocks to play with, watching fun anime on TV. He also wanted shiny new things, he came to strongly desire them. In the process, he had come to hate the oldest, so old you could almost smell it, thing he had: his name. His friends had names like Ren or Hart, but the name Jyubei made it sound like he had just walked out of an ancient folk tale. He wish he had a cooler name, but of course, he’d never say that to his parents. His father was always kind and his mother looked so happy by his side. They glittered in their own way of life, and Aryu existed between them. But as the four seasons passed and changed, he embraced the wind that blew into the house. He had loved those peaceful days. In his childhood, he lived in a beautiful old fashioned world, peacefully and happily.

2-The Birth of Osha:

Aryu was now in elementary school. His father had encouraged him to use the old backpack he brought back from that one museum, telling him how it was finally time to crack out that bad boy. His father had told him about the history. He couldn’t remember a single fact as of right now. But his father looked really happy so he decided to suck it up and use it. Wearing an old shirt and carrying the old backpack on his back he quickly became the center of attention in his class. His long black hair certainly didn’t help with him being labeled anything other than an eccentric either. His classmates had asked if he had come from abroad in a teasing tone. Wearing their new shirts and clothes, they made fun of him, asking him if he had been born in the wrong era. A both with a shiny blue backpack and snot dribbling out of his nose had firmly hit his backpack. Like his easy going parents, he hadn’t gotten mad before. As expected, though, he had gotten mad in the moment, but he didn’t know what to do. In the end, he could only remain silent. With worries troubling him, he had returned home from school. His father, who had been doing shop business, had noticed his long face and asked him what was wrong. Aryu started to respond but trailed off. He wanted to tell him how he didn’t actually like old items and wanted shiny new things. But he didn’t want to reject the things his father called beautiful, and instead responded with a “Nevermind, nothing happened.” He went to his room and placed his backpack on his desk, thinking. Next time he got teased, he would hit them back with a nasty glare to scare them off. He’d confidently tell them to cut it out.

The next day, he got teased again. It seems he had gained the nickname “Time Slipper”, as if he had slipped through the fine continuum and landed in the wrong era. The boys from yesterday continued to bully him relentless. And to that, he lifted his hair up, side eyeing them, remembering what he told to himself last night. “Do you have complaints against ME?” He had begun to refer to himself with a powerful ME. It evoked a sense of superiority, and he wondered if he laid it on too thick. Everyone stared at him and he wondered if his plain had failed. After a pregnant silence, people had finally spoken up, calling him cool and interesting. It hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting, why were they so happy? In the blink of an eye, he went from being bullied to being swarmed out of popularity. It seems that in reality, everyone was a bit curious about Aryu. He was cool like an adults, and his items seemed exotic as if there were from some sort of fantasy game. When asked about the origins of his backpack, he’d retell the stories his father told him (like how his backpack was originally used as a drum). His classmates were impressed by his father’s stories, and his old backpack seemingly sparkled and shone. The stories of his old items had made him shine in the eyes of his classmates. He began to address himself with that “royal” ME everywhere. He’d stage out obvious facts using the same tone, announcing when he was going to the bathroom or getting curry; it made people laugh and school became fun. He had grown up around beautiful things, and now the beautiful stories resonated in his classmates’ hearts. Aryu, however, had refrained from using the word beautiful. It was his father’s treasured word after all he wanted to find his own word to use. One beyond beautiful.

One day he was telling his classmates a story about his antiques as usual. This time it was a pouch that he used as a pencil case before he might’ve wanted his friends new pouches, but now, he had genuinely been interested in his own. “Yes, this item is truly…! Truly…” He couldn’t think of what word to use. But it was like a revelation suddenly hit him. As his classmates listened anticipation, stood up and spread out his arms. He struck a pose, lifting his knee up, and it was like he was standing amongst the stars in a galaxy, surrounded by all the planets, with big letters in the Roman alphabet spelling OSHA. He had found his own word to use: Osha, derived to the word stylish, but without the extra RE at the end. His classmates were awed. They weren’t really sure what just happened, but it was cool and interesting. Soon, his osha-pose had become a trend that went viral at school.

3-Osha Living Style

Thus began Aryu’s way of living, always aiming to achieve Osha. Everything could be divided into Osha and Not Osha. He had categorized everything in life according to this convention. When he was 10, he played soccer for the first time in class. He hadn’t expected it to be such an Osha sport. On top of that, he was already 170 cm and had incredible jumping power. He had good athletic genes and was fast too. He quickly became the best striker on class. To him, he was the most Osha on field. When he turned 12, he had a significant turning point. The class had been assigned to think about their future. His classmates gave various answers, like being a manga artist or pro-gamer. Aryu kept wondering about what kinda of life, what kind of osha he wanted to live out. He realized now that his father seemed rather Osha. He flew around the world collecting things he liked and meeting different people, living freely while sparkling in his own way. He thought that a job where he could attract the attention of many people, like that day he created Osha, would be good. He had concluded that he wanted to be a musician, a rockstar. Then, he’d be able to live freely, fly around the world, and make an impact. He soon bought himself a guitar. After all, he couldn’t talk the talk but not walk the walk. To let his dream live on, he earnestly practiced and even wrote his own songs. He’d sing his heart out practicing in the woods in the middle of the night where he wouldn’t disturb anyone. For the sake of his dream, he worked hard.

When he became a middle schooler, he was nicknamed “The Beautiful Giant.” He had a face like a schedule and a dynamic build. He was completely Osha. But one day, something that would send his hopes and dreams straight into hell occurred. It was the night he completed his first song. He had shed blood, sweat, and tears forming the lyrics and melody. It was titled “BEANUS” (a play on words, Venus is pronounced Bi-nus, and Bi happens to be the pronunciation for the word Beautiful too). His band would be called O.S.HA (an acronym for I’ll flap my wings to the fullest to fly to you), although he was both guitarist and vocalist. In his mind, he had established a large fan base who would thus be “Osha lovers” to whom he’d blow kisses to. But when he listened to the recording of his own song, he was disgusted. What the hell was this? Everyone could see that he had grown up surrounded by beauty and lived by Osha, so how had he created such an ugly song? It was so vile he had gagged and thrown up in the woods. His parents had noticed him and run to his side. At his own lack of talent, tears began to flow. At his own regret and “not-osha”, he had stayed home from school and slept for three days. He had continued crying in his bed, sometimes thinking of the song he wrote and getting so disgusted he’d throw up again, making his parents panic. He wouldn’t let anyone hear that song, deciding to bury it in the past.

4-To The Path of Buddha

Aryu was now 14. He couldn’t be an Osha musician. Giving into the heartache, he threw his frustration into the soccer club. He was always Osha on field, and strong too. He’d never lost any midair battle. He’s tall and has long limbs, his physique has allowed him to easily steal the ball. People who skipped practice were Not Osha, and Aryu earnestly practiced day by day. Because of that, his stamina and technique became top class, he had no doubts about it. He’d win by scoring Osha goals. He played a very active role, and his mentality had started to influence his teammates. They had even started incorporating Osha into their own vocabulary. They had respected his Osha plays. His team had grown stronger with him. But of course, things were not always so happy. Sometimes, when they had practice matches, the opposing team would take one look at him and lose all motivation to play. They’d thought that there was no way they’d win against a huge guy like him. Aryu paid them no mind, however, a sharp voice suddenly told them to cut it out. The captain of the opposing team, Ooki Taishi, had told them off, saying it was lame to find excuses and bad mouth the opposing team. They were to do their best using their own plays and to test out the things they had practiced against Aryu’s team. After that lecture, the opposing team started to feel more energized. With Aryu’s overwhelming height and strength, and Ooki’s nice saves, the practice match ended up being quite the heated game. In the end, the score was 0-3, Aryu had scored a hat trick. Ooki had stood taller than anyone else and loudly thanked Aryu’s team. Aryu had went to shake his hand, telling him that “It was an honor to fight against someone as Osha as you.” Ooki had returned his handshake, but had no idea what that meant. He was happy regardless. Aryu had become a person that both his enemies and allies grew to like. But even all that couldn’t heal the pain of having his dream of being a rockstar crushed. He wanted to travel the world and become famous. He wanted to be someone who could influence the lives of others. In order to fulfill that, what should he do? What options had even remained after his music dreams had been crushed? He had constantly worried about that.

His father was now traveling overseas so he ran the shop with his mom. He had gone to help her with tidying the place. It was a practice free Sunday. The shop had been filled with the beautiful, old, and intriguing things that his Dad had brought back. Suddenly, his eyes landed on a Buddha statue his father had collected. He had truly thought it was beautiful. He usually hated old things, so why had he liked the statue? He remembers when his dad had took him to a temple when he was five. His heart has been captured by its beauty. He did never forget that moment. Thinking about that moment, now still makes his heart squeeze. Maybe the answer to his problems was the path to Buddha. He quickly ran to that temple, dashing along the mountain road. He had bowed down on the floor, asking to be taught the way of Buddha. He was met with a surprise, head priest. One minute he was cleaning and the next beautiful boy was on the ground with his head on the floor. He had thought he was a little weird, but he was earnest with a beautiful heart. He had taken him in to teach him. Finding a kimono that fit him proved difficult, so he wore his mother’s old dresses. In his free time, he would read books of Buddha’s teachings. He had thought he had found his true calling. He had forgiven the dark history of his that was his aspiring musician phase. He now wanted to become a monk. To do so he would have to cut his hair off, though holding scissors in one hand he held his hair in the other, his hair had already grown longer than his father, reaching to his thigh. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he wasn’t able to cut his hair. His hands were shaking and his breathing ragged. Finally, the scissors fell from his hands. He couldn’t do it. When he imagines himself bald, his fingers freeze up. He once again blamed himself, wondering if he wasn’t able to live by the Osha philosophy. The path to Buddha had closed. This marked his second setback. The next day he channeled his frustration into a soccer match successfully scoring seven goals and getting his team into the national tournament.

5- I’LL Shine

He was now 15, a third year in middle school. He had to choose where he wanted to go to high school, but unlike the rest of his classmates, he didn’t have a dream for his future. The setbacks from his encounter with music and Buddha, both of which he had originally been so sure of, had left him, unsure of how to proceed. When the teacher asked what his dream was for the future, he still wasn’t able to answer. His future was completely dark, he couldn’t see anything in it. Maybe this was the end of Osha. Maybe living by Osha was just a fleeting dream. He had been questioning himself and his identity. After much worrying, he decided to consult his father who had just returned home. He asked him how he should proceed with his future. He hadn’t made any progress since he had received that assignment when he was 12. His father then suggested, “Why not do soccer?” While taking another smoke, his father had answered with ease. Aryu let out a confused noise. His father thought it was only natural, since he was so good. Heck, he might even get a recommendation. “If you do soccer, you can fill all of your Osha requirements, can’t you?” Aryu was left dumbfounded. His mother walked in and added on. If he had become a professional soccer player, he would have activities and countries all around the world, and be supported by lots of people. After all this time, he had been the most Osha on the soccer field. he had once dreamed of screaming fans as a rockstar, but he failed to realize that he already had boys looking up to his soccer skills and fan girls cheering for him. Soccer, which he had worked so hard in, could be his answer. Without any doubts, for the first time, he had an answer. With newfound resolution, he was determined to continue playing soccer. In the end, he joined the soccer club at a famous school in Tochigi called Gokou High School.

He was now a highschooler. In his new team, his post plays and mid-aie battles had been up to par. However, he was lacking everywhere else. With his teammates aiming for the nationals tournament, he wasn’t able to become a regular at first. Sitting on the bench, he still had a long way to go to become the most Osha on the field. He wasn’t perfect. There were parts of him that weren’t Osha. That’s why he wished to live by Osha. And that’s why he dedicates himself to soccer, giving his entire high school career to it. In hopes of someday achieving the sparkling and lively life his parents live, he puts his all into soccer. Just like he isn’t perfect, other people are perfect either. What you see on the surface of their lives isn’t everything. Even his Not Osha past constitutes the Osha self that he is now. Even now, he doesn’t like his old and traditional name, but it’s a part of him. You shouldn’t give up what’s important to you to someone else. He wants to live acknowledging other people’s cherished things. He sits crossed leg in front of a mirror, talking to his reflection. Striking a pose, he doesn’t hesitate to reassure himself. “I am shining”, he says. And to that Aryu, a letter from the Japanese Football Union had been sent. “To the Blue Lock”. Aryu Jyubei’s path to Osha continues.

HELP i’m so conflicted this is somehow so emotional in the dumbest possible way 😭 aryu is too silly

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kemakoshume · 2 years

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Let Me Count the Ways ❀ — aki x angel (csm) pt. 1

Concept:

It starts with a bet: whoever scores higher on their upcoming midterm gets whatever they want from the other person.

Angel knows what he wants, and now he has the perfect opportunity to ask.

aka: a college!au fic where Angel is a touch-starved virgin who doesn't know how to tell his boyfriend he's ready for more.

CW: no warnings (yet) but Angel is a touch-repulsed virgin. If that characterization bothers you, don't read it. No smut yet but Angel is horn-ee.

a/n: This fic was inspired by this lovely art [sfw; nsfw] by @lazynico. I loved the concept of "Angel has all these fantasies but can't (or, in my AU, doesn't know how to) act on them," so I had to write something for it. They can touch and not die, yay! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it 🌟

[pinterest inspo/vision board] also on ao3 ~ enjoy! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

It’s been one month since Aki officially asked Angel to be his boyfriend, and the pint-sized sophomore hasn’t stopped staring at him since. They’re sitting on the greens—the large lawn mowed to perfection and cultivated with robust patches of flowers in the center of campus. Angel lazes in the grass, his head pillowed on Aki’s lap, while the older man leans against a stout ginkgo tree. Thin clouds filter across the clear blue sky, and the air smells like the warmth that comes with spring.

Angel twists a straw wrapper around his fingers, listening to the junior spout off fact after fact from the study guide their teacher’s assistant gave them before their lecture ended earlier. Midterms are coming up, and Aki has been adamant about studying the content. He looks beautiful with his hair up in its typical topknot and nails painted a color that matches his eyes. He’s in a fitted black t-shirt with a light forest-green jacket layered on top. A gold pendant dangles from his neck, and he could only look prettier than he does now, Angel thinks, if one of his signature menthol cigarettes was balanced between his teeth. Angel grins without meaning to as he soaks in the sight of the man above him.

“Angel baby,” Aki says, stopping his reading mid-sentence, “you’re doing it again.”

Angel scoffs, ripping his eyes away from their persistent focus on Aki’s face. He drops the straw wrapper, now rolled into a slowly unfurling ball, and plucks one of the pages from the small stack in Aki’s hand.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Angel says dryly. He scans over the remainder of the content Aki hasn’t read aloud yet and drops the sheet onto his chest with a sigh. “Is this actually helping? Reading repetitive, boring bullshit, I mean.”

Aki chuckles, replacing the paper with his hand on Angel’s chest as he slides the study guide back into his school bag. He reaches into the small front pocket and plucks out a cigarette, looking around for a moment before lighting it under the cover of the fruitful tree branches around them.

“Our coursework is not boring, Angel. It’s essential,” Aki says seriously, mumbling around the cigarette. “Maybe if you studied more, you’d see how useful it is to actually review the content before taking the test instead of just winging it. Imagine how much better your test scores would be, babe. I know you’re smart—really fucking smart—but why not shoot for… more?”

Angel rolls his eyes with a smile, stretching like a cat to relax his joints before settling against Aki’s lap again. “I’m fine where I am, Aki. I managed to make it into a senior-level research lab just fine—with Makima’s recommendation, at that—and I’m on track to graduate early. I appreciate your concern, though, baby,” he says, mimicking Aki’s tone when he says the word. “I know you only bug me about it because you care.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aki says, putting his cigarette in front of Angel’s face to let him take a slow drag. “I’m not concerned, really. I just—I know you could be even better than you already are. You have so much potential, Angel. It feels like a bit of a waste, you know? You could easily replace Kobeni as Professor Kishibe’s TA next semester if you apply yourself a little bit more.”

Despite knowing Aki’s intentions are good, Angel scoffs, and the older man speaks before Angel can express his feelings any which way about that.

“I guess I’ll just have to outrank you—again—and get that TA spot,” Aki smirks. “Show you how much hard work pays off.”

“Oh?” Angel says, looking up at Aki with an impish glint in his eyes. “Someone’s jumping the gun a bit. How about we start with midterms first, hm? That alone will prove whose study methods…”

“Or lack thereof.”

“...work better,” Angel says, taking the cigarette from Aki completely. “You’re brilliant, Aki, and yeah, you work way harder than me. But, I’m gifted—at least, that’s what every teacher I’ve ever had has told me. I’m pretty lazy, though,” he grins. “Guess this test will prove which of the two is superior. Going with the flow, or working yourself to the bone.” Angel pokes his own ribs, visible from how his stomach sinks in when he’s lying down.

Aki chuckles, lowering his arm to drape it across Angel’s slim waist. It moves with Angel’s inhales as he smokes, and Aki traces the joints of Angel’s empty hand with lithe fingers. Aki fiddles with the small angel-wing charm on Angel’s keychain, right next to the bedazzled devil horns, and Angel finds it distracting. He feels the sudden urge to kiss Aki despite his mouth and lungs being occupied by smoke.

The charms are two of many that dangle from the clamp attached to a belt loop on his loose-fitting cargo pants, and it feels so intimate. The wing is Aki’s favorite, he’d told Angel, and he plays with it any chance that he gets. Aki’s palm grazes the soft skin on the inner side of Angel’s wrist as he does it, and it sends shivers down Angel’s spine. It all feels symbolic, in a way—a promise, maybe—and it makes Angel’s blood burn.

Aki’s touch is a physical reminder of their journey together. How they’d gone from begrudging partners in their research labs—initially not getting along due to the extreme discrepancies in their work ethic—to somewhat friends due to their time together in their shared extracurricular clubs, to boyfriends, eventually, after spending so much time getting to know each other. Now, they touch freely, though not as often as Angel is sure Aki might like. They’ve done very little, and part of Angel wants to fix that—to explore and try to do more—but kisses are the only thing they regularly exchange, and Aki seems okay with that. He’s never complained, at least.

Aki knows how Angel feels about touching. The first time Angel met Denji—almost a year ago at their weekly Public Safety Association club meeting—he nearly bit the boy’s head off. Denji sauntered in, uninvited and unannounced, because he smelled the free food and tried to hug Angel. It was the first (and unfortunately not the last) time that Aki had seen Angel be visibly angry. They hadn’t known each other long at the time, only a few months, but Angel’s dislike for physical touch was something very apparent from the get-go.

Angel feels frustrated, though, as he lets Aki touch him over his clothing in the pleasantness of the springtime afternoon. Angel has never enjoyed being touched—ever, by anyone, for as long as he can remember, with no reason in mind—but when he looks up into Aki’s deep blue eyes, hears the baritone of his voice in his ears, and digests all of the intellect and passion he laces into each and every one of his words, Angel desires so badly. For the first time in his life, he wants to be taken apart, cherished, caressed, and kissed until all of the air dissipates from his lungs. He doesn’t know what to do with it all or how to tell his boyfriend what he wants. He just needs an opening, and of course, Aki gives it to him.

“Hey. I have an idea,” Aki says, leaning his body forward to loom over Angel. He’s eyeing the half-smoked cigarette in Angel’s hand and tries to pluck it from the younger man’s fingers. Angel shakes his head, popping the cigarette between his lips and extending his arm to push Aki away. They grapple for it, laughing earnestly as Angel makes a valiant effort to keep the too-tall man’s long limbs away from him. He relents when Aki ducks his head down and kisses Angel’s cheek.

Angel is aware now of how close—too close— his boyfriend is, and he feels his mouth run dry. Aki’s eyes flick back and forth between Angel’s eyes, thinking out loud with no words before moving away to give his boyfriend some space. Angel feels breathless when Aki leans against the tree again, and his hand returns to its place on Angel’s belly. He’s so close—only shielded from Angel’s tepid skin by a well-worn Aerosmith t-shirt. Aki takes a deep drag of his reacquired cigarette and clears his throat after he exhales the smoke.

“So,” Angel drawls, fingers fidgeting as he fights the blush he knows is surfacing on his cheeks. “What was your idea?”

Aki startles, confusion clear on his face before clarity takes its place. “Oh, I, uh. I was going to ask if you want to make a bet out of that whole thing. You know, with midterms.”

Angel’s eyes narrow, and he tries not to swoon as he watches Aki take another drag from the cigarette. “Maybe. What are the conditions?”

“No conditions,” Aki says, “only terms. Whoever scores the highest on the midterms gets an I.O.U. So whatever that person wants, the other person gives. What do you think?”

Anything that he wants from Aki? He thinks, yes. Angel knows what he wants. He wants Aki so badly it hurts. In the deepest darkest hour of the night, when he’s alone in bed inside his dingy student housing, or when he’s in the shower, hot and bothered after a night out with his boyfriend in the city square. After Aki’s spoiled him with barely-there touches of skin against skin and kisses so fleeting that Angel sometimes thinks he’s imagined them. He wants him. He wants Aki to hold and kiss him until he can’t breathe. He truthfully, most of all, really wants Aki to… god, he wants Aki to…

“There it is again. That look,” Aki smirks, trailing his long fingers against the hem of Angel’s shirt. “What are you thinking about?”

Aki grazes the sliver of skin exposed where Angel’s top has risen up a little too far, and Angel springs out of his lap. It takes him by surprise how fast the shiver of heat flows from the nape of his neck down to the base of his spine, but the feeling is unmistakable. He wants more, now, but it’s not the right time. Embarrassment creeps into his bones as thoughts he should not be having in public flood into his mind, and he knows that his ears are bright red beneath the cover of his hair.

“Studying,” Angel says, a little frantic as he picks up his thoroughly worn, pin-covered backpack. “You should go study. I’m going to get ice cream.”

Aki nods, and there’s something in his eyes Angel isn’t in the right mind to decipher when he starts to back away. Angel isn’t paying attention, and Aki catches him by the sleeve of his t-shirt before he goes. Aki leans in and kisses him gently, soft and warm, then Angel feels the gentlest push of his tongue, and he runs.

Angel has never walked away from someone so fast in his life.

#akiangel #akiangel fanfic #aki x angel #csm fanfic #kk.writes #kk.others

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slimeywooper · 11 months

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Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 11 Part 1 - Disappointment

CW: A gross description of eating and an explanation of cruelty that we saw previously

Exiting the elevator and turning left, with Kudari following, you arrive at the break room. While standing outside, you notice he is now carrying something tightly wrapped in webbing. You decide to wait until you are inside to ask about it. After entering, you see the research assistant, Alvis, and waive at him. He's not looking at you, transfixed by Kudari, mouth hanging open, the sandwich that was initially about to be eaten held midway up his chest. Kudari begins unwrapping the webbed object to reveal it to be a Metapod.

Confusion fueling the question, you ask, "What are you doing with that Metapod?"

Stepping between one set of legs and the other, he answers, "While you were grabbing supplies, I took it from its cage in the kennel. I had it stashed via webbing under my abdomen expressly for when we would take a break!"

So that's how he has the Metapod. Expanding on the previous question, you continue, "Ok… but why?"

"I'm going to eat it, of course!" He says this as if it should be obvious, but gives a more in depth reason, "Dr. Colress doesn't like when I eat people food. He says all the different additives make me hyper and 'hard to handle.' So since I was young, I've been eating bug Pokemon."

"Doesn't it taste… bad?" you inquire softly, tilting your head. You can't imagine having to do such a thing. That is really disgusting, and it makes you dislike Colress even more for insisting Kudari take part in it, all because he doesn't want to 'handle' him otherwise.

He shakes his head dismissively, "Definitely not good, but I wouldn't say 'bad.' At least not anymore." He holds the Pokemon to his face, eyeing it. "Metapod are easy. I don't have to inject them with venom, just crack their shell and drink the insides." Alvis' color is getting visibly greener. He still has not moved from his position. "Here, watch this!" Kudari announces as he starts to sink his thumbs into the back of the Metapod's head. There is a sickening pop sound as his digits pierce through the shell. "There's a little spot back here that remains soft regardless of how many times they use 'Harden.' Regular Pokemon don't know about it, but I'm no regular Pokemon!" Green liquid starts dripping down his hands and onto the floor. Alvis jumps up and runs out of the room, dropping his sandwich to the floor. You can hear him retching in the hallway.

It's happening quickly, but you are able to vocalize, "Uh, no, that's fine. I don't need to watch!" but you can't look away.

"There we go," Kudari proclaims, now able to rip back a part of the head, pressing it to his lips and tilting it to drink the fluid held inside. He isn't being very careful, as it begins to run down his chin and onto his shirt. When he is finished, the back of his sleeve is used to clean the excess from his face. He promptly places the body in the trash can, nearly filling the can completely in the process.

Uttering faintly, "Wow… that was… something," you are feeling queasy, but nothing close to what poor Alvis must have felt. "Maybe we should find you a towel. There's… stuff all over your shirt."

Kudari looks down, acknowledging the mess he has made. "No. Not necessary. Dr. Colress will complain if I use one. I'll just take my shirt off and we can continue working after you eat."

"I think I'm good for now. I'll just get something from the vending machine for later." It was an honest answer, since you lost your appetite after watching him, not that you were going to tell him that. You make another suggestion, "how about before we resume cleaning the kennels, we head to your room so you can grab another shirt?"

He adamantly refuses, "No, no. Dr. Colress will be upset that he needs to do more laundry because two shirts were worn for one day."

Such statements made you wonder if Colress was ever happy or proud of anything Kudari did. You weren't able to feel sad from that thought before Kudari is unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off and slings it over his shoulder. This is the first time you've seen his bare chest and stomach. And he's jacked. You aren't quite sure how to process this, staring is the only action to take. In doing so, you notice something at the base of his neck. It is some kind of thin, metal object, starting from his right collarbone, and coiling behind his neck to end at his left collarbone.

Kudari notices your inquisitive gaze, and raising his hand to the object, offers you an explanation, "This is my collar. Dr. Colress put it on me so I won't be bad," he says nonchalantly.

"What does it do? Does he take it off if you're good?" you ask inquisitively. You can only guess that Colress' definition of Kudari being 'good' means doing exactly as he is told and not having a personality or thoughts of his own.

"Hee hee! Of course not! It's always on me and is water resistant, as well as able to withstand my strongest electrical shocks! Buuut, in terms of what it does…" He lowers his hand and gets closer to you, "When I'm bad, Dr. Colress presses a button on this little device he carries, and a needle is injected into my neck which releases a freezing agent that makes me unable to move my muscles." He recites this as if he's rehearsed it for years, giving you a demonstration on his fingers, making one finger stab the other in mimicry of what happens to his neck.

You remark quietly, "Dear God, Kudari, that's terrible. I'm so sorry." What in God's name is wrong with this place? They conduct experiments on Pokemon here, sure, but this is blatantly violating human rights.

He seems confused by your sentiment and tries to further explain, "It's not so bad. I just have to be good, and it's not an issue!" he says with a smile, trying to reassure you.

No, it is an issue. Your heart is aching from this revelation, but you don't think it would be appropriate for you to show him that. The maelstrom of thoughts in your head are interrupted as someone enters the breakroom. Looking in the direction of the door, you see Colress has arrived.

Taking a glance at the small mess on the floor, then trailing his eyes up and down Kudari, Colress comments plainly, "Charming." His attention turning to you, he orders, "Go get him another shirt. Don't let him be disgusting. If you let up for a second, he'll take advantage." Kudari's demeanor changes. He's staring at the floor silently, not bothering to defend himself.

Colress just shows up and starts giving orders, not even asking how you two are coming along. You don't know if seeing Kudari shirtless set him off or if it was something that happened prior to getting here. Not wanting to test him, you relent, "Fine, I'll head to his room and grab one, but… I can't open his door, I don't have the passcode. You can write it down for me, or whisper—"

"No, I don't trust you enough to give you that information. Nobori should be in his room. Get him to open it," he bluntly tells you, no emotion discernable from his voice.

You nod and ask Kudari, "Any color in particular you want?"

Colress answers for him, "It doesn't matter what color. Just go get one. I can't have him parading around the laboratory naked." Façade crumbling, he is beginning to visibly lose his temper.

"Alright, I'll be back." You give Kudari a sympathetic look, which he doesn't see as he's still staring at the floor, before leaving the room. The first thing you spot is Alvis mopping where he had lost his lunch.

"Hey, Alvis. Sorry, I didn't know Kudari ate bug Pokemon. Are you okay?" you inquire, feeling somewhat guilty. Alvis stops and looks up, responding weakly, "Yeah, I'm fine. My stomach is really weak to gross stuff. I wanted to leave as soon as he came in, but I was too scared, so I just sat there. It was only a matter of time after he started on the Metapod until I would lose it."

You empathize with his predicament, giving another apology, "That was pretty gruesome. Sorry, again. I'm sure he didn't mean to disgust anyone."

"I don't mind being disgusted. As long as he doesn't rip my arms off." You raise your eyebrows at his dramatic statement. "Well, let me finish cleaning up after myself. It's not an option to leave this on the floor, somebody could slip."

"Uh huh. I've got to run and grab Kudari another shirt. See you later." Turning from him, you walk to the elevator and ride it down. The next course of action is getting Nobori to help you. You'll get to be alone with him, but only for a moment. Kudari looked miserable being left with Colress, you don't want to abandon him for too long, nor would Colress like to be left waiting. Approaching Nobori's door, you knock lightly. "Hey Nobori, it's (Y/N) again. Colress has sent me to get another shirt for Kudari."

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Teenage Dirtbag- 3

Here is part 3!

A bit short but we are getting to the good stuff soon.

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Warnings- swearing, misogyny, asshole Harry, manipulation mention

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He was late.

Y/N was seething internally. Again. A-fucking-gain, he was late to their tutoring session and it was only the second time. This was not going to work with her.

Like clockwork, she was packing up her books when he sauntered over with that obnoxious fucking smirk on his face. This time there was two drinks in the tray he held in his hand, balancing it as he plucked his airpod from his ear and stuffed it in his pocket. Today he wore another damn shirt with their football team logo on it that clung to his form, showing his pectorals and biceps off. It was a thinner white tee so she saw hints of the tattoos that were underneath as well as the ones on his arm.

It infuriated her how attractive he was for such a dick.

His shorts were looser but gave a glimpse into toned legs, impossibly so. With tattoos- she couldn’t make out the bit of ink that was more concentrated on his thigh when the shorts shifted as he walked, but he definitely had some scribbles near his knees. Christ… it was annoying. She wished he was at the very least, not her exact type on paper. Well- the type she craved. Maybe not what she actually dated.

Her face was unimpressed as he approached but he had caught her under his sunglasses, a smirk set on his face widening as he placed the backpack down on the table’s bench with an unceremonious thud. “Hello, gorgeous.” He tried again, placing the tray down on the table. The hat on his head was flipped backwards in an obnoxious way. Why was it hot?

“Don’t use that on me. I’m leaving.” Her words were cold, continuing to place papers away in her folder before a large, tanned hand slapped itself down on the sheets. Fury built up in her body that she attempted to simmer down, taking a deep breath as she followed the shadow up and blinked a few times at him.

“No, come on. M’sorry I’m late, lovely. I just remembered to grab you a drink this time and the barista wouldn’t stop talkin’ to me. I didn’t want to be rude, You know?” He crooned, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. Probably was said barista. He had found her cute in the shop and charmed her a bit with his extra tip so he had the cake pop to place in front of Y/N.

“Look. It’s a bunny.” The coo left his lips, trying to entice her. He had found her affinity for them in instagram and it had its desired effect when he saw her eyes soften a little bit at the pink coated chocolate cake thing. Thank god for his low key stalking skills! “Almost as cute as you but… those are big shoes to fill, hm?”

“Harry.” She steeled over her face again, looking up at his sun glasses. He couldn’t even take them off to talk to her? Just had to look at her all smug and like he could manipulate her? “I appreciate the gesture. But I can not do this. I can’t have you be late and try and flirt with me. I rejected you twice. Don’t make me do it a third time. If you seriously want to work, I will help you. But you’re being disrespectful of my time and patience. I’ve overlooked it all to come help you today, but said patience is growing exceptionally thin and I don’t think a cake pop can smooth it over. I want to help you, but you’re making it hard.”

Mostly because they said it would take a while to find him a new tutor and as much as he irritated her, Y/N didn’t want him to fail.

“Y/N.” Harry sighed, sitting down and pulling the sunglasses off. He took her smaller hand in his own and tried to charm her with his smile. “I’ll be on time next time. Okay? But I can’t help flirting with you.” He murmured. “So pretty, and very smart. I’ve asked around about you, you know?”

She stiffened, and Harry winced. It was supposed to be flattering but it had the opposite effect.

“So you just asked everyone about me to see how you can charm your way into my pants?” She snarled back, ripping her hand from his. “Harry… that’s fucking weird.” And she didn’t like the way his hand made her heart rate pick up and stomach rumble. She hated him. She had to.

“Hey! Who said anything about that.” He gave a faux scoff. “Y/N, lovely, I have a lot of options.” The cockiness made her wrinkle her nose up. “I have lots of them. Male, female, non binary, whoever I want. Of course I want to get into your pants, that isn’t a secret. But I’m not desperate.” He was. He wouldn’t want anything else until he got with her. It was a rude awakening he’d had with his cock inside a talented redhead’s mouth just last night, all while thinking of her angry gaze.

“Could have fooled me.” The girl muttered. “You don’t realize how unattractive that sounds. It isn’t confidence. It’s cocky. I do not want you, Harry.” She snapped, glaring heated at him. Though their eye contact said otherwise. Dipping down to his lips and back to his eyes.

“I think you do.” The tone was softer than hers, a self assured look on his face as he leaned back and took his drink out of the tray, handing her the other. The whipped cream on top melted slightly, the condensation wet on his hands as his fingers brushed her wrist. “I’m willing to wait, though. Patience isn’t my strong suit. But I’ll willing to wait until you snap.”

The arrogance, the fucking gall of this motherfucker. Y/N was fuming, about to snap back that she was done and that he could fuck himself- but he grabbed her folder and pulled it towards him, reading some of the paper.

“Now we can start. I really need help on this latest chapter…”

“Harry, we can’t-“

“Please, Y/N?” The words hit her in the stomach, and again she felt mad at how easily she wanted to fold when she met his eyes. “I need to pass so I can stay on the team. If I don’t… we could lose the season. I’m the best player- not being cocky, but it’s true. Our next few games are vital and if I’m benched because I can’t pass anything…. We will lose for sure. it would be very bad. Not only for me, but the school and other teams could lose funding.”

Lies. But Harry wasn’t above a slight guilt trip. If he had to lay it on a bit thick to keep her in his clutches, he would.

“Fine.” She snapped, irritatedly rubbing her temples. “Only for the other players.” There was no denying Harry was the best and they truly did need him, though she wouldn’t ever give him that satisfaction. “When you pass, you make sure they know it was because of me.” She couldn’t let other people suffer at the hands of him. This was enough. Though it infuriated her to her core, she didn’t hate the man. Found him infurrerable? Yes. Wanted to teach him manners instead of the textbooks? Absolutely. Was she irritated beyond belief that she found such a shallow asshole attractive? You fucking bet.

But she wasn’t about to make every other student athlete pay for his sins. At least, with that picture he painted.

“Who’s the arrogant one now, princess?” Harry grinned at her fire. God, she was fucking hot. Maybe he had a bit of a degrading or humiliation kink but the way she spoke to him got him hot.

“Still you, prince not so fucking charming. Open your book.”

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miekasa · 3 years

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Level one

Word count: 10k

Cw: pretty tame, just slight descriptions of a dick, play fighting, mentions of almost dying.

This fic and the fics following will contain monster fucking, cucking and threesomes!! If you are not comfortable, try out some of my other works, but if you wish to proceed, remember, sharing is caring.

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Being a princess was always portrayed as this lush, lavish life. Spoiled rotten with goodies and suitors on you left and right. Everyone respects you, maybe even fears you, and you don't have to worry about a thing cause you have your guards and your secure little tower.

Only one of those things applied to you. The people of the Mushroom kingdom adored you, sending you gifts and bringing their cute little families to meet you. You had moved out of the actual palace ages ago, deciding to reside in a cute little cottage hidden deep in the woods.

You had some bodyguards, but you kind of doubted their abilities in warding off monsters. You didn't mind fighting by the side though, it built up your strength and courage.

You knew that you alone were pretty strong, and so were your guards, but it still confused you how you barely got bothered. Occasionally you would hear a growl or roar in the distance, but it was quickly cut off and you would go about your business.

You finally found out what was keeping the monsters at bay when you ventured out into the forest alone, not wanting to wake up your bodyguard since you were just getting berries.

You had managed to fill up your basket and make it halfway back before you felt a rush of air behind you, only getting a second to blink before you were sent flying, hot breath and saliva tickling your neck and cheek.

You kick and scream, arms flailing when the creature pushes your head down into the dirt.

You start to weaken as your vision swims, struggling to breathe. You go limp, letting out choked sobs when the creature is suddenly ripped off of you. You hear shuffling and roaring, and then the forest goes silent for a moment before coming back to life, birds chirping and wind blowing as you feel someone touch your arm gently.

You hear a smooth, low voice fussing over you, the stranger lifting you up and assisting you back to the cottage. You try to turn to see their face, but all you can make out is a bright red hat, dark red hair and pretty lips before they're turning you back around.

When you make it to the cottage, you try to once again turn to thank the person, but they're already gone. About to head back inside, you see a bright red object laying on the ground. When you get closer, you realize it's the strangers hat, soft and big with a K patched into it.

You gasped, realizing who exactly this man was.

You came from a long line of royalty, your mother being Queen Star and your sister being Princess Peach. When you were kids, your mother would tell you of an Italian family who were so kind and brave, always looking to serve and expecting nothing in return.

For your mother, it was a man named Papa Mario, and for Peach it was Mario Jr. And Luigi. Around the time you were born, they also were welcoming a baby into the world, and you have fuzzy memories of a little boy with sharp teeth and red hair vowing to protect you even when you were in diapers.

Snapping back to reality, you scurry back inside and throw on a more casual outfit, still in a dress but with more room to move, slipping on some boots and stuffing the hat in your bag.

You take the path down to town, chatting with the residents along the way until you arrive at the Mario Bros Tavern.

You step inside, greeting everyone and making your way over to the counter, seeing who you assume is the brother, dressed in all green. His name tag reads "Izuku", and you smile at him when he looks your way.

"Hi, Princess!! What brings you here?"

You dig in your bag and take out the plush hat, holding it in front of you.

"I- Uh…. I found this in the woods, I was jus' wondering if the owner of it was here?"

Izuku lets out a soft, 'oh', and holds a finger up to you to signal you to wait. He disappears into the back room and when he comes back you suddenly wish you were dressed better.

In the forest all you could see what that your "hero" was wearing overalls and red. You didn't pick up on the fact that he was probably almost 7 feet tall, buff and solid with pretty, full lips and a sharp smile, cute spiky hat hair which a deeper shade of red then his clothes, which fit him so perfect it was like he just stepped out of a clothes factory.

When you met eyes, the stranger gave you a sheepish smile, stepping up to the counter and gently taking the hat from your now trembling hands.

"Gee, thanks for bringing this back, Prn'cess. I hadn't even realized I lost it."

You search for words, feeling your cheeks heat up when his smile widens, big veiny hands reaching out to shut your mouth, which fell right back open at the feel of his hands on your face.

"I'm, uh, I'm also here to thank you for saving me today…"

"Kiri."

"Kiri. Thank you, Kiri."

He smiles a toothy smile, giving you a silly bow. You giggle, your heart swelling with affection as you realize you could get used to this.

"As a token of my appreciation, I'm taking you on a date in two days, up by the waterfalls."

The red head blinks in surprise before his smile returns, pink coloring his cheeks as he mods vigorously.

"I'll see you then, Princess!!"

♡♡

You trudged through the forest, cursing yourself for putting off your carriage repair. The trail was under construction, so you had to walk you way through the bushes towards the waterfall.

At least you weren't wearing a formal dress. You were just wearing a simple skirt and a top, some boots and a picnic basket in your hand.

As you stumble along, you start to hear the roaring of the waterfall, but laced within you hear growls and grunts, followed by a shout that sounded all too familiar.

Kirishima.

You pick up speed and come to a clearing, stepping back slightly in shock.

In front of you is one of the legendary Bowser men, powerful and downright terrifying. They had a tendency to go after princesses, which was the main reason the Mario brothers protected your family.

This Bowser was the new heir, Bakugou. He didn't have red hair like his father, his was an ash blonde, and his shell was a slightly darker green. He was taller too, looked about 6'9 from where you were standing, but he towered over Kirishima so you figured he was over 7 feet. He was actually kind of attractive, which surprised you given how his dad looked.

Kirishima has him in a headlock, both of them grunting and growling and you would be lying if the sight wasn't hot, but you shook the feeling off and silently marched over to the two, wanting to "save" the red head like he had for you for the longest time.

Taking a deep breath, you launched yourself on the Blonde's shell with a shout, quickly realizing how stupid this "plan" was when you could barely hold on, being so small compared to him that when he stood up and reached behind him, he could just pluck you up like a bug, holding by the back of your shirt in a big hand.

"What happened Bakubro? Why'd you stop-y/n?"

"Well well well, wha d'we have here? Is this the pretty little prn'cess yer were telling me about, Kiri?"

You gulp harshly, not even out of fear anymore now that you realized that they were play fighting, and that they know each other.

No, you were nervous because Bakugou was hot. Sharp canines digging into his bottom as he watched you dangle in his palm, spiky hair leading down to a bushy mullet, bulging muscles and thick thighs hidden by a ratty loin cloth, blonde happy trail-did something just twitch?

You swiftly look back up, looking into knowing vermillion eyes as he licks his lips and shoots you a smirk, his eyes dark and cheeks slightly flushed. When you feel a slight breeze and begin to rock, you realize that hes still holding you. Up in the air. With one hand.

This is not doing anything good to your manhandling kink. You can already feel your panties start to get sticky as he gently sets you back down, standing straight back up.

You're now level with his veiny thighs, hands starting to tremble from how guilty and horny you feel. The guy you asked out on a date is right there!! Speaking of, you glance at Kiri and he's already looking at youz something dark gleaming within his eyes but quickly hidden when you meet gazes, rushing forward to trap you in a crushing hug, big hands running up your sides.

You blush as you pull back, about to ask if he wants to get going when he jogs back over to Bakugou, who's eyes haven't left you, and tackles him onto the ground, putting him in a chokehold.

You would be pissed, you planned a picnic and its getting dark, the bugs coming out and the air getting sticky but they look so good like that, muscle on muscle, and Bakugou keeps letting out snarls and growls that go straight to your cunt, slicking up your panties as you think about those big, clawed hands your skirt up and plugging you up with his big dick.

You stop mid thought as you remember what they taught you in Princess survival school, in the monster course. Bowsers can smell really really well. Which means Bakugou….could probably smell you right now.

You look up at him and let out a breath of relief when you see he's still distracted by the Kirishima, writhing to try and get away from the his grip on his neck. With a sharp movement from the blonde, his loin cloth flutters to the side momentarily and flashes you a peak of his really, really fat cock. You almost pass out from how fast blood rushes to your head when you see so many veins and bumps, and he's obviously not even hard.

All of a sudden, Bakugou takes a deep breath, preparing to let out a roar to startle Kirishima into letting him go, and chokes on air, gasp getting caught in his throat. Kiri is none the wiser, laughing and joking behind him about how hes strongest, but Bakugou isn't paying attention, eyes blown wide and rolled in his head as his tongue slightly lolls out of his mouth, as if to taste what he's smelling.

To taste you.

His head rolls to the side, eyes trained on the clench of your thighs and flush of your body, and it make his hips jump, red irises locking onto you as drool spills out of his open mouth.

Kirishima realized how quiet he is, and attempts to peak over and see if he's okay but Bakugou roughly shoulders him off and stomps away into the trees, leaving you dazed and Kirishima confused.

"That was weird."

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Geralt is possibly the least interesting vampire in the world. Jaskier is strangely okay with that. 4k, G. read on AO3 here!

for @theamazingbard (:

Geralt holds up two ties in front of the mirror, comparing the fabrics against his suit. By now, he’s used to the headless suit that reflects back at him in the mirror. Geralt’s never been one to overly question things, so he couldn’t tell you why vampires don’t show up in mirrors, but really, that’s fine. A relief, even.

He’s not sure he wants to know what he looks like. He knew once, before he was turned. He wasn’t exactly a looker then, and he highly doubts he is now.

Geralt chooses the black tie with the tiny dots instead of the black tie with the stripes, and clips it on to his suit. What? He can’t be expected to tie a tie every single day. He smooths it down over his chest. Satisfied, he sits down on the bed to tie his dress shoes. Reliable double knots.

He walks down the hall to crouch in front of the refrigerator, pulling out one of the bags of blood he keeps there. He pauses to look at the label. It’s his favorite, AB. He tucks it into his lunchbox, then pauses to rip one open and dump it into his travel mug. He pours some protein powder in it to make the blood coagulate. He can definitely see the appeal of this boba tea the humans have been drinking recently.

As he heads out the door, he darkens a little as he looks at his neighbors’ decorations. He hates Halloween. A time for people to get everything wrong about monsters. They live with them, the least they could do is be a little considerate and do their research.

No, they can’t repel Geralt with garlic. He scowls at the thought.

Geralt’s distracted from his thoughts as a young man runs by him out of seemingly nowhere and falls on the sidewalk just in front of him, his knee splitting open.

Geralt rubs a hand on his neck as the man looks up at him beseechingly.

“Uh. Do you need any help?”

“My, you’re ever so kind,” the man says, extending a hand that Geralt uses to pull him to his feet.

“Probably want to get that cleaned off,” Geralt says. “Make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“Oh, dear! You’re right. Would it be possible for me to use your sink?” he asks, batting his eyelashes.

Geralt squints. “I...guess?”

“Oh, thank you!”

Geralt unlocks his door and leads the man into his bathroom, graciously pretending not to notice the man looking around the apartment in wide eyed fascination. He must not know that Geralt is a vampire, then, or he wouldn’t be so quick to ask Geralt for help. People around here avoid Geralt for the most part.

“I’m Jaskier,” the man says, as he bends his leg so his knee is right under the faucet. Geralt politely looks away when he notices how the motion makes the material of his pants stretch right across the seat of his ass.

“Geralt,” he replies, watching Jaskier closely for a reaction.

There’s none, so Geralt kneels down and looks under the sink for his hydrogen peroxide. When he finds it, he hands it to Jaskier wordlessly.

Jaskier flashes him a winning smile. “I guess it was my lucky day to run into you, hmm?”

Geralt doesn’t think anyone has ever said that about him before. “Anyone would do what they could to help you avoid infection,” he says dutifully.

Jaskier deflates a bit. “Well, there must be some way I can repay you. How about coffee?”

“Oh. I don’t really...drink coffee.” Geralt waits for Jaskier to get it. It’s not like monsters like him are uncommon, per se.

“How about dinner, then? A steakhouse.”

“Sure,” Geralt says, surprising himself. He blinks. His brothers are always telling him he needs to make more friends. And a steak does sound particularly good. He rarely lets himself indulge in things like that.

Jaskier brightens. “Hey, would you mind putting a band aid on this for me? I can never get it to stay.”

“I’m not sure that applying band aids is exactly rocket science,” Geralt says, but he does it anyway, his nose twitching at the scent of the fresh blood.

Geralt is centuries old, though, so it’s not like a little blood is the end of the world. Maybe when he was a fledgling, but those days are long past him.

He gives Jaskier’s knee a tiny pat. “Looks like those pants are done in for,” he says inanely.

Jaskier shrugs. “A worthy sacrifice.”

Geralt doesn’t respond to that, and Jaskier lets the silence linger. Geralt clears his throat. “I’m going to be late for work.”

Before he leaves, Jaskier insists Geralt give him his number so that he can arrange their dinner. “I’m very much looking forward to it,” Jaskier says with a grin.

Geralt gives him a hesitant smile, looking at the clock. He really does need to get a move on.

Jaskier seems to get the hint and lets Geralt usher him out the door.

In the end, Geralt’s not late, but he is grumpy that he only arrived five minutes early instead of his customary fifteen. It throws his entire day off, and the numbers seem to swim before him on his computer screen like never before.

Geralt scowls. He should have picked the tie with the stripes.

Jaskier contains his pout as he walks along the sidewalk, away from Geralt’s house. He practically offered himself up on a platter to be ravished, and Geralt was completely unaffected. There was blood right in front of his nose!

Jaskier doubts his information for a second, but Priscilla was the one who told him in hushed whispers that the word was that Geralt was a vampire. If Valdo had been the one to tell him, then he would have had a few more qualms, but Priscilla wouldn’t lie to him like that.

She knows how the idea of being partners with a monster makes him feel hot under the collar.

Jaskier resolves to be better. If a cut knee wasn’t enough, he’ll just have to step up his game for this dinner. And surely, if Geralt didn’t want to be seduced, he would have sent Jaskier on his merry way after bandaging his knee instead of bandaging it for him, for gods’ sake.

Maybe Geralt wants to be the one being chased after for once. Well, Jaskier is happy to oblige.

When Geralt gets home from work, there’s a text waiting for him. How about Friday night for our little get together?

It’s not like Geralt ever has any plans that might get in the way besides his weekly meeting, so it’s not like he has to check his calendar before he replies. Sure.

Great! I’ll pick you up at 8! :D

Geralt frowns. This doesn’t seem right. He hasn’t made a new friend in possibly fifty years, and now one literally falls into his path?

He hums to himself as he does his nightly routine, pushing on the gum above each fang to make it pop out so he can properly brush it. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and all that. Actual dentists that weren’t just going to try to pull out his teeth have only been around for less than the majority of his life, so it’s habit to take good care of them.

Geralt strips off his clothes until he’s left in just his t-shirt and boxers and climbs into bed. No, he doesn’t have a coffin or hang upside down like some sort of bat. Geralt’s not sure where all that nonsense got its roots in the first place.

There’s so many things that humans seem to have no qualms believing about monsters, though, and Geralt frowns as he punches his pillow into a better shape. He’s almost 250. His lumbar health is no joke.

His anxiety bleeds into his work, making Excel blink more error messages back at him than he’s ever seen before. Geralt’s boss pulls him aside to ask if he’s okay. Geralt sulks.

He is the consummate professional, and he’s not going to let this dinner get the better of him. Geralt contends anyone would be nervous if they hadn’t made a new friend in decades, too.

Now, he stands in front of his closet. He’s certainly not going to wear a suit, but he rarely wears anything else. It’s not like he goes much of any place besides work and his weekly meetings. Geralt sighs as he pulls a pair of jeans out of his wardrobe.

They’re a lot tighter than he remembers, but this is all he has, so it’ll have to do. He finds a long sleeved shirt that is luckily on the baggier side. He hopes that will make up for his too-close fitting jeans.

Geralt brushes his hair, but he can’t see it in the mirror, so there’s no point in doing anything else with it. He’s more likely to make himself look ridiculous than presentable with whatever he might attempt.

Geralt plants himself on the couch, reaching for his book to read until the clock rolls around to the time Jaskier promised to pick him up. His fingers play with the corners of the pages, bending them in a way that he’s sure would make a librarian displeased.

Geralt huffs when he realizes he’s not going to get any reading done and sets the book down on his side table. He takes a deep breath through his nose. He is ancient; he shouldn’t be getting social anxiety right now.

His phone pings with a text. Outside!

Geralt looks out the window, and indeed, there’s a car there. It’s a lime green slug bug, with rust eating its way up from the undercarriage. Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose. That looks like Jaskier’s car, all right.

Jaskier tries not to drool as Geralt walks down his steps. He’s wearing pants that are skin tight, which should frankly be illegal, and his shirt hangs off of him so that it shows his collar bones. Jaskier thought that vampires should be the ones who wanted to bite, but he would really love to get his mouth on one of those.

Geralt gets into the passenger seat with a half smile playing around his lips. “Like my ride?” Jaskier asks.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

Jaskier claps his hand to his heart in mock offense. “I’m wounded.”

Geralt hums, shifting in his seat as he fastens his seatbelt. Jaskier drums his fingers on the steering wheel, flexing his right arm to draw attention to the bandage he has there. He went and donated blood this afternoon, and if Geralt doesn’t get his hint this time, he is going to pound his head against the nearest wall.

Geralt shifts his head to look out the window as Jaskier keeps his arms on shameless display. He knows times have changed, but it’s also always a little dizzying to see so much of everyone’s skin on display all the time, their pulse thrumming invitingly underneath it.

Geralt shakes his head to clear it of its reverie as Jaskier pulls his car into drive. It gives a concerning lurch. Before Geralt can open his mouth to comment, Jaskier is holding up a hand. “I can assure you, we are perfectly safe.”

“Hmm.”

“Hey!” Jaskier protests. “It is. I take care of it.”

“All I said was hmm,” Geralt says with a tiny grin. “That’s why it has so much rust, right?”

Jaskier sighs. “I was going to get around to repaint it, and then I just...other things came up.”

Geralt makes a face at him, laughing at Jaskier’s increased defenses. Some of his anxiety fades away as he realizes this isn’t so bad, after all. Maybe Jaskier needs a new friend just as badly as him.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Jaskier pulls Geralt’s chair out for him. Geralt gives him a polite nod. He can’t say he has a firm grasp on all the recent customs. Lambert’s always telling him he’s stuck in the past.

Geralt crosses his fingers and rests his chin on his hands as he watches Jaskier eat his salad, taking endearingly large bites. Jaskier hasn’t even mentioned anything about vampires yet. Geralt is starting to feel a tiny bit guilty. Would he still want to spend all this time with him if he knew Geralt wasn’t human?

As he’s thinking that, Jaskier takes a big gulp of his water and starts to sputter. Geralt’s across the table in an instant, his hand around Jaskier’s bicep and another hand on his back. “Are you okay?” Geralt murmurs, tense and ready to help if the need arises.

Jaskier coughs and waves him off. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

Geralt relaxes a bit, but as his hand lingers on Jaskier’s arm, he can’t help but feel how warm it is, such a contrast to his own constantly cool skin. When Jaskier turns his face to look up at him, Geralt quickly drops his arm and beats a hasty retreat back to his seat.

He could swear Jaskier looks disappointed. He must be delusional.

When the main course comes, Geralt cuts neatly into his pink steak, mouth watering as the juices come leaking out of it. He sucks the tip of his finger into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut at the salty taste of it.

He makes himself cut the steak into tiny pieces. He’ll have to tell Jaskier he’s a vampire eventually; he might as well make sure he doesn’t think he’s a barbaric onel. Geralt tries his best to keep his eyes on Jaskier’s face instead of his arms. He can’t help but notice that he has some very nice veins. They’re a striking blue, and a perfect compliment to his eyes.

Geralt bites his lip, flinching when one of his fangs pops out on its own, pressing into his lip.

“One of my uncles is a werewolf,” Jaskier says, apropos of nothing, looking at Geralt meaningfully.

A trickle of sweat runs down Geralt’s back. Does Jaskier think he’s a werewolf? Werewolves are generally regarded better than vampires; at least they’re only monsters one night a month.

“Hmm,” Geralt says, not hearing the rest of Jaskier’s sentence.

Jaskier laughs at his own joke, and Geralt blinks rapidly until he can focus again on what Jaskier’s saying.

When the waiter comes with the check, Jaskier insists on paying for it. Is this what friendship has evolved to since Geralt last had one? He doesn’t know enough about it to argue with Jaskier, so he lets him do what he wants.

Outside of Geralt’s house, Jaskier puts a hand on the console between them, making eye contact with Geralt before dropping his gaze down to his lips. Geralt gives him a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling. His white hair looks ethereal in the moonlight, and Jaskier is only a little infatuated.

Geralt’s exterior is stony, but he also had no problems giving Jaskier all sorts of secret smiles throughout the night. Jaskier’s not sure he’s met a better listener than Geralt, and he tends to drone on and on, so that’s somewhat important to him.

Jaskier closes his eyes and starts to lean in when Geralt opens the car door. Jaskier opens his eyes.

“I had a great time, thank you,” Geralt says, one hand on the top of the car.

Jaskier bites his lip, stopping himself from saying what he wants. “Me, too. Let’s do it again some time?”

Geralt nods eagerly, and Jaskier watches him walk away, his gaze fixed on Geralt’s devastating pants and not at all on the way his ass looks in them.

Jaskier rests his head on the steering wheel in despair. He doesn’t know how to be any more heavy handed than this. He went and donated blood! And Geralt let him pay for their meal! He’s not sure how he can get across the point any better that he’s a talking blood bag, and he’s open for business.

Jaskier heaves a gigantic sigh and resolves to go home and plot his next move.

Maybe Geralt’s just shy.

Well. Jaskier can work with that

Geralt’s weekend passes in its normal fashion. He goes for a run, drinks some blood out of his supply in the fridge, then crashes on the couch for a whole day while he thinks of anything other than work. Sometimes Eskel lets himself in using his key, but he doesn’t that weekend, and Geralt crosses his arms over his chest as he tortures himself thinking of what Eskel might be doing.

Eskel’s never had problems making friends, unlike Geralt, so he’s sure he’s out having a good time with them.

Geralt used to be good at making friends, gods damn it, before all of them died of old age and he just didn’t see the point anymore. He’s come to suppose that there’s not all that much of a point in immortality if all he does is work, though.

The weekend’s over just as quickly as it began, and on Monday night, he can’t help the smile that creeps across his face when Jaskier texts him about some inane thing he noticed. Was he thinking of Geralt? That’s...nice.

Cautiously, Geralt lets himself hope that something is going to come out of this.

But first, he needs to tell Jaskier he’s a vampire. He wouldn’t be the first person to run away screaming, even though they are much more accepted now than they used to be.

Geralt shudders as he thinks of the industrial revolution. No regard for any monsters then. Humans invent light bulbs, and all of a sudden they think they’re too good for a healthy dash of respect.

Geralt looks back down at his phone, at a music video Jaskier sent him of someone playing a singing saw.

He lets himself focus on that a while.

Wednesday creeps around, and with it, Geralt’s weekly meeting.

He takes his spot in his customary chair, and looks around for Lambert, ignoring the look Eskel is trying to burn through the side of his face with.

“Why do I have to be here, again?” Geralt asks, when he gives up on Lambert to come save him.

Eskel rolls his eyes. It’s an argument they’ve had more than once. “If you won’t become a sponsor, you have to at least show them that things get better.”

Geralt huffs a breath out through his nose as he watches the regulars file in. There’s one new person, and Geralt eyes her curiously. She looks a little terrified, and Geralt softens in sympathy.

The meeting starts, and they go around in the circle, the seat beside Geralt still empty in Lambert’s tardiness.

“Hi, I’m Geralt, and I’m a blood addict,” he drones when it’s his turn.

When they’ve moved on to their personal struggles for the week, Lambert finally appears, dropping into his chair.

He elbows Geralt, seemingly unaware of everyone staring at them.

“Hey, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Geralt firmly fixes a scowl in place and ignores him. He’s not sure why he even wanted Lambert to show up in the first place.

Geralt leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he listens to everyone else, Eskel being disgustingly reassuring to them all, as per usual. Geralt stamps the jealousy down. It’s not Eskel’s fault he’s so good with people.

The meeting drags by, and when it’s finally over, Lambert doesn’t let Geralt just sneak away. He digs his elbow into his side again, holding Geralt by the shoulder. “You didn’t answer me earlier. What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“I’m not,” Geralt says.

Lambert hums. “You don’t have your usual storm cloud above your head, so I’m going to count it.”

Geralt scowls at him and looks at Eskel for back up, but Eskel just raises his eyebrows at him.

“I hate you both,” Geralt grumbles.

“You love us,” Lambert says.

“Fine. I made a new friend,” he grates out.

Lambert and Eskel exchange an insufferable look.

“What?” Geralt demands.

“You, make a friend? Well, we’re just going to have to hear all about this to believe it.”

Geralt huffs, but he tells them about Jaskier.

“He took you to dinner? And paid? And you think he wants to be just friends?” Lambert asks.

Geralt flaps his hands around and hisses, “Look, I’ve barely been anywhere that isn’t here or work in the last three decades, how am I supposed to keep up with all this human nonsense? And besides, I haven’t even told him I’m a vampire yet. I’ll be lucky if he even wants to be my friend after that.”

Eskel bites his lip. “You know that’s a turn on for some humans, right?”

“What?”

“And you said he scraped his knee the first time he saw you? Geralt, I think he already knows, and he’s just trying to get in your pants.”

Geralt deflates. That makes a twisted sort of sense. “Oh.”

Lambert punches him in the arm. “Hey, lighten up. If anyone can charm him with their stunning personality, it’s you.”

“Fuck off.”

It’s difficult to fall asleep that night.

A week goes by without him answering any of Jaskier’s texts. He still painstakingly reads and savors each one, but he can’t bring himself to reply. If he was looking for some sort of...fling, he would have gone on one of those apps Eskel keeps telling him about.

As pathetic as it sounds, he could really use a friend. And if sex came later, well, Geralt wouldn’t complain, but he just desperately needs someone who’s going to stick around. He needs someone just for himself, someone outside of Lambert and Eskel who isn’t going to tease him about every little thing.

Geralt sighs. This was at least good practice. Maybe he can try again with someone else.

His heart sinks at the thought. He doesn’t really want someone else. Jaskier wormed his way into his chest in just a week, and Geralt knows he could yank him out with only a little pain if he tried, he doesn’t want to.

Geralt wants to have something nice, for once.

Jaskier bites his lip as he peers out the car window at Geralt’s house. He’s half scared there’s not going to be an answer when he knocks, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do then. He thought their date went swimmingly, so he’s not sure why Geralt suddenly stopped answering him unless something happened.

Jaskier has a vision of getting into the house only to find Geralt on the floor, the only way to revive him being letting Geralt drink straight from his neck, obviously leading to Geralt ravishing him against the nearest wall.

Jaskier shakes himself like a dog. Geralt’s given him no interest in anything like that at all. Maybe he needs to lower his expectations. The dude seems lonely, anyway, so maybe he just wants someone to talk to that’s not one of his coworkers.

Geralt told him he’s an actuary, and from the questions he asked of Geralt and Geralt didn’t answer, he’s not convinced that Geralt talks to his coworkers at all.

Jaskier blows out a puff of breath as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the door. He’s not sure what he hopes is going to happen when he opens the door.

He walks up the door and knocks.

He waits an agonizing moment before the door swings open, revealing Geralt. He looks even paler than Jaskier remembered him, wearing a pair of sweatpants with a hole in the crotch that he can see Geralt’s plaid boxers through and a t-shirt with a collar that’s outrageously stretched. Jaskier swallows hard.

“Have you considered not oiling the hinges? I think it would do you a world of good to develop a creaky door aesthetic.”

Geralt’s forehead wrinkles adorably. “What?”

“Just, you know. Being a vampire and all.”

Geralt slumps against the door frame. “How long have you known?”

Now it’s Jaskier’s turn to be confused. “Known what?”

“That I’m a vampire!”

“Oh.” Jaskier pauses. “I didn’t think it was a secret.”

Geralt’s hand pauses in its path of trailing the wood grain of the door. “Do you have a...kink?” he spits.

Jaskier raises his hands. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

Geralt fixes him with an unconvinced look.

“Look, that might have been part of the initial intrigue, but—”

Geralt raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“But, you’re really fucking hot and also possibly the most boring person I know, but...I’m into it. You know all these weird facts and—gods know I could use a little stability in my life.”

Geralt gives him a bashful smile, and Jaskier wonders if anyone has said anything nice to him at some point this century. “Yeah?”

Jaskier leans across the threshold and cups Geralt’s face with his hands, their mouths a breath apart. “Yeah.”

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