#how can he be so precious yet so sexy at the same time

[atzfilm]

— from eden; (m) part one

there's something wretched about this. something so precious about this, oh what a sin

— yeosang/f.reader, seonghwa/f.reader

— vampire!au, angst, smut (15.3k)

— you never thought you'd fall for your best friend. and yet there you were, stumbling upon him in a lover's embrace. heartbroken, you escape to a quiet bar not far from where you work. a man with a pretty mark on his face distracts you.

— content; mxm content, cussing, blood, blood drinking (it's painful, not sexy 😭) heartache, injuries, anxiety, death, violence, slightly descriptive murder (?), attempted assault (nothing happens aside from brief arm touch), insults, smut: unprotected sex, mention of threesome

part two (finale)

you never lived in the moment, never think about how the rain falls, how the streetlights seemingly has an otherworldly feeling to them. you're sure that many of us never do; so deeply involved in our own lives that we never second guess, never take a pause to truly see our surroundings. to hold in a breath and just take that second to stand, to look. you were one of them, until you met him. he's ordinary in every sense of the word. quiet, calm, brown eyes soft in their gaze, lips plush, reddening around the spot he bites into. he is so irrevocably ordinary that it makes no sense as to why you feel like this. park seonghwa should not be making you feel like this.

you sit on the opposite bench from said man, coffee lukewarm as you grip the reusable plastic, desperately trying to look anywhere but directly in front of you. should you feel this way? he's always been the one man you can count on, the one man who never hesitated to help. kindness seemed to flow through his skin as if it was his own blood. he's the opposite of you, the person you've desired to be. your lips tremble as you take in another exaggerated amount of air, eyes glued to the way his pen glides along the paper, glasses resting on the tip of his nose. you can remember the day you joined him on his exam; his eyes wide in shock when the optometrist told him his sight was worse than yours. oh how you wish you can turn back time, forget everything after that moment. somehow change things.

there are often times that you wish that you did not feel the way you felt. that your friend of four years did not make your chest ache so painfully. you hated liking someone, hated the dread, the anxiety that filled your body in every little interaction. you cross your legs, pulling a stray strand from tickling your cheek. your heartbeat fills your ears, your mouth dry.

maybe if you were able to turn back the clock – never stumbling upon him in that bathroom with san, lips pressed together, arms in a tight embrace. maybe if you were not insistent on checking up on him, things would be different. you would still only look at him as your best friend.

"surprised you haven't run over to him," your other friend slides next to you, his own coffee up to his lips. his headphones are his scarf, pale cheeks coated with a light blush. he wiggles his brows, nudging your shoulder as he continues. "traumatized just like the rest of us?"

"how so?" your brow lifts, finally shifting to him. "something new happened?"

"much of the same. san fucks another coworker, it spreads. seonghwa seems to be the victim this time, though. a bit sad, you know. he really thought they had something."

another thing you've forgotten. seonghwa told you of his own crush. choi san. everyone knows how he is, the endless list of conquests not ending anytime soon. you've warned him that san never took things like this seriously, but he refused to listen to you. insisted that it would be different. that he himself is different from the rest. there was no jealousy behind your intentions until you saw it in action. san making eye contact with you. the smirk crossing his lips. it's just something you can't get out of your head.

"i haven't spoken about it with him yet," you admit, sighing. "i should have already, it's just been so busy and–"

"and he needs his best friend," hongjoong lifts his cup, gesturing to him. "he has been knee deep in that project, distracting himself. it's been days already."

you want to say you know, but it'll only make matters worse. you aren't sure what san said to seonghwa, if he ever told him of your presence just on the other side of the door. and it scares you that he might have. there was no hiding the look you gave the two of them no matter how much you tried to hide it. envy? jealously? bitterness? in the end they are all one in the same.

"i'll talk to him."

—

you didn't. hands folded in your head in the staff library, staring at the endless shelves, a pout on your lips. you are not short by any means, but the shelves are high enough to touch the ceilings. and the one book you need rests at the very top. your eyes shift to the ladder next to you, immediately tensing. climbing up over eight feet is not on your agenda (and in fact, never was), so here you stand. anger rising.

"you could have called me."

seonghwa stands there in all his glory – black turtleneck tucked into his pressed slacks, familiar black boots covering his feet, pretty round glasses resting on top of his head. how have you not noticed how effortlessly handsome he was before? he tilts his head at you, a small smile on his lips.

"we've been over this plenty of times. can't read into that big mind of yours. gotta say it out loud." he slides the ladder as you step back, slowly ascending to the shelf you need. you don't even tell him which book it is that you want, his long fingers delicately plucking it off the shelf.

"you’ve been so involved with the project i didn't want to interrupt because of my fear," you frown. "if hongjoong or mingi came around i would've asked them."

"mingi?" he snorts. "he's as afraid of heights as you, maybe more."

"you are too and yet here you are," you gesture to him as he makes his way down. "my knight in shining armor, always."

"it's my job when it comes to you, pretty," he laughs, finally back on the floor. he's always called you pretty, but with your growing feelings it only makes you sink further into regret.

just as he's about to pass the book back to you he stops, smile slowly fading. "you think i haven't noticed your lack of appearance, birdie? it's been over a week and you've barely texted me. your hourly knocks on my office door haven't happened, at all."

this isn't the way you wanted to do this. in all honesty you didn't even mean to avoid him, but your fear of how you feel is getting to you. especially as he stands here now, worry in his eyes as he waits for you to say something. anything.

"i’m sorry about san."

his hold on the book tightens, brows furrowed. "birdie–"

"i know you're going to say that i don't need to worry or that you'll be fine. and i know i messed up not speaking about it with you until now when i know how you felt about your relationship. i've been a horrible friend, hwa. and that feeling grew inside of me to the point where i was scared to speak to you."

seonghwa looks at you, eyes flicking between yours. he swallows slowly, tucking the book beneath his arm. without another word he takes your hand, pulling you through the stacks of books, weaving in and out the rows. you see plenty of people on your way with him. if they find it strange they don't say a word about it. he opens the balcony door, guiding you through. the wind blows past the two of you, bumps rising on your arm.

the two of you often ventured out here. away from prying eyes. away from lingering gazes. some nights you would stand next to each other and let your hearts speak untainted words. after this conversation surfaces, you're not too sure how this place would be comforting anymore. seonghwa stops pacing after a moment, eyes meeting yours.

"san told me."

"what did he say?" you ask softly. you know. it would be foolish for you not to.

"y/n," seonghwa sighs. "he told me."

no.

"i mean, i just thought it was nothing. i thought you were freaked out seeing us like that but–"

no. no.

"–maybe it's more than that? is it more than that, birdie?" he stops pacing, looking to you. "am i more than that to you?"

the hollowness of your chest grows as he stands there, putting the pieces together. it was fine, everything was fine. you were okay with feeling this way for him. everything was supposed to be okay. should you lie? will it make him stop?

"i know what you're thinking. and don't," he holds up his hand, shaking his head. "don't you dare lie to me."

"we've been best friends since we were kids, hwa."

"don't do that to me." His voice cracks at the end. "please."

"san is just talking, trying to mend things over between the two of you. there's nothing more to it."

he shakes his head, "we always tell each other the truth, so i can tell when you're lying."

"we can't do this, hwa." you're not sure if he can hear your words over the wind. "i don't want to do this with you."

"so we just pretend it's nothing? i pretend that you don't like me more than a friend and you pretend that you never saw san fucking me? is that it? your bright solution?"

you hate this. it's becoming more tainted.

"seonghwa, please–"

"no," his voice rises, and he stops, tongue dragging across his lips. his words are calmer this time. "no. i waited over a week for you to come to me and say something but you didn't say a word. and i thought that you were just embarrassed, you know? i thought that was it so i decided to come see you myself. but when you looked at me, you were afraid. you looked at me with fear, birdie." the cracks are forming. "and that's when i knew. i knew that despite how much of an asshole choi is, he was not lying when he said that you were probably in love with me. just, please. how long?"

"i don't know."

"y/n–"

"i don't fucking know, seonghwa! i'm not lying. i didn't know until i saw the two of you and..." you look away from him to the city landscape. though you've always felt small, it's never been this apparent. "and i felt it. i felt it, and i didn't know how to react or what to do so i stupidly thought it was best to ignore it. hoped that it would go away."

"love does not just go away, birdie. not like that."

you look back at him, your lips growing drier as the wind gusts hit the two of you. his hands are fists, eyes flicking between yours. love does not just go away. he said that and yet why is he looking at you with everything but?

"push me away," you say. his face finally gives you some sort of emotion. brows furrowed in confusion, lips parted. "you didn't ask for this and neither did i. so tell me to go away. tell me you don't want to be friends with me anymore. tell me to leave."

"birdie–"

"tell me to fucking leave, hwa, or ill do it myself."

"go, then. just, go."

you close your eyes. "okay." there's no reason for you to look back at him, let yourself fall into a deeper hole. so you move past him, ignoring what you believe is a sob escaping his lips. you ignore it despite everything you've been through. you ignore it because you're not sure how you will ever be able to fix this.

-

sliding back into your chair, you stare at the glass on the marble top. is it your third? fourth? you told the bartender to cut you off at some point, but it all feels like a blur now. you feel a bit of the buzz, but it's still not enough to pull you away from your thoughts.

"you look broken."

"is that the pickup line you're starting with? must be a rough night."

his chuckle is surprisingly low, seeping into your ears. "not quite a pick up line, no. but you look afraid, hurt. not uncommon at bars, but yours looks different."

you still have not turned to him. "how so?"

"it looks like your world was taken away from you."

your eyes flick to him. the soft light of the bar makes his skin glow, eyes on yours. they're a deeper brown, a marking on his temple, fading into his eye. if it is a scar or a birthmark you're not too sure, but it makes his face only more interesting to look at. handsome is an understatement, the curl of his lips, lift of his brow making you look away. devilishly handsome men just seem to never leave you alone. fortunate for him though, your heart is too broken to jump into the bed of another.

so you tell him as such.

"if you're trying to fuck me just give up now. this sad, broken woman isn't going to cry into your arms."

"if i wanted that i would have gone to someone else, miss," he takes a long sip of his drink, humming. "just conversation."

"why?"

"you looked like you needed someone to talk to. but if I'm being presumptuous, tell me, i'll go away."

quiet.

"you're not far off."

"hm?"

"about my world falling apart, being taken away from me. you're not far off. my best friend found out i was in love with him and i told him to get pissed at me and leave. he never did. i was the one who ran. i was the one who ran, and yet here i am. drowning my heartbreak in whatever the fuck this drink is," you eyeball the glass next to you. "a whiskey sour, maybe?"

"you're right."

you hold your face in your hands. "and now i'm confessing my fucking woes to a stranger because i have no one else. everyone i know knows him, so they'd probably tell him what i'm doing, and he'll come over and yell at me for being irresponsible and call a taxi home for me and i'll have to pretend that i don't want him–" you stop in the middle of your rant, glancing to the side.

"i'm sorry."

he waves you off, "never apologize for your feelings. you needed to let it out. who am i to stop you?"

"just a bit shocked you haven't run yet."

he snickers this time, rolling his eyes. "you are quite something. you're pissed that someone might come here and force you back home. and yet you're telling me what to do with my time? a bit ironic."

"i…" you trail off. "fuck, you're right."

"thank you for thinking so," he teases. "and if i can, i'd like to comment on your dilemma. though i doubt the words of a stranger will do much, i hope i can be of some help."

"take it away, stranger."

he gives you a brief smile, before looking at the glass in his hand, thinking. "in my long life, i've had many heartaches and regrets. i've hurt myself as well as others along the process. but what i have learned is that letting your thoughts linger on their own only hurts more. so your choice of telling him was the right thing to do despite how it may have ended. and from what you're saying, he still loves you just the same. he's kind."

"waiting for the advice to kick in," you note, and he only laughs.

"he loves you. he would be a fool not to. there are few men who would do as you say if they didn't. i know this is the opposite of what you want, but speak to him again. he may be at another bar crying over you as you are over him. actually, i’m sure he is."

"he wouldn't cry over–"

"he would," the stranger interrupts, taking another sip. "if you listen to none of my words then listen to this: you are giving yourself no credit. he loves you. if your relationship is as special as you say, he will be crying at the end of the bar, swallowing his sorrows, just as you are now."

you swallow slowly. your mouth feels dry now, the alcoholic drinks somehow making you feel utterly sober. you push the glass further away, taking the last sip of the bottle of water in front of you. the stranger watches as you think.

"i'm not sure i'm ready for that. the confrontation, that is. i'm scared."

"and admitting that is brave in itself," he glances at the drink near you, waving the bartender over. "may i request another bottled water for the lady, and a coke for myself?"

the woman disappears down the bar after hearing the order. "i'm not usually this bad at drinking."

"i can tell. you've tended a few glasses already, love," he thanks the bartender, passing you the water. "it's cold, perhaps it'll wake you up sooner."

"drowning my sorrows, uh…" you blank on his name. "wait, did i just go on a rant without even introducing myself?"

"that you did."

if you could shrivel away into nothingness you would. "y/n. yourself?"

"kang yeosang."

“nice to meet you, kang yeosang,” you smile.

“likewise, y/n.”

“and thank you for the drink. you shouldn’t have.” you take a sip of the water. “i owe you.”

“do you?” he raises his eyebrows, taking a sip of coke. “then i ask only this: take care of yourself, and don’t listen to other strangers’ advice. and,” his eyes glance at the open bottle in front of you, hand moving over the top of the glass as he slides it closer to him. “don’t leave your other drinks out in the open, please.” he takes it away from you, “i saw a man pour something into it while you were gone.”

the buzz washes away at his words, “what?”

“that’s why i came over. he’s been watching you for a while now. i’ve already alerted the bartender, and the police should be here any moment now,” he covers the contaminated drink with a napkin. "I couldn't find the right moment to tell you, so i decided to let you speak while i watched your drinks."

insults at yourself begin to swirl in your head. how could you be so oblivious to it happening right in front of you? yeosang just stumbled upon it on his night out. if he wasn't here… you could only guess what would happen.

"is he still here?" your voice is lower now. body rigged.

yeosang pauses for a moment, before nodding. "yes. but he hasn't approached you since i've been lingering around you."

is it wrong of you to ask for him to stay?

"i won't leave until i know you're safe," he acknowledges the worried look in your eyes, a small smile gracing his lips. "we don't know each other well, but i'll keep my distance. if you don't mind it, of course. this situation is uncomfortable enough. i can leave you–"

"no!" your voice comes out louder than you'd like, your face warming briefly. "no. i want you to stay. if that's okay with you."

he nods. "it is."

the police arrive quickly, yeosang helping them identify and apprehend the suspect. he never leaves your side throughout the whole process, piecing things together that you haven't noticed at all. he keeps the same calm demeanor as before, giving the officers as much information as he can. you're more than grateful for his presence, soothing the long night you've had. eventually though, the police leave with the man.

the quiet air surrounding the bar is a bit unsettling now, knowing what you could have suffered. the two words you've wished to say to him throughout this ordeal are stuck in your throat. is it nerves? maybe. you were just never good with things like this. but still, he saved you. he didn't need to, but he did.

the thought makes the words come easier.

"thank you."

"not necessary," he waves you off easily. "anyone would have done something if they saw."

"but no one saw except for you. so i’m more than grateful. i don't know how to repay you–"

he shakes his head again. "no repayment. nothing. i've settled my thoughts now knowing you're safe. i do want to say something though. it may be overstepping my position as a little more than a stranger, but i do hope you stray away from the alcohol tonight. you're drunk, and it… may bother me a bit, knowing you're here alone."

the words of a stranger shouldn't make your chest float.

"alright."

time passes by fast as yeosang stands with you outside, the two of you watching the perpetrator being placed in handcuffs. though the police asked if you would like to ride with them and you explicitly stated no, yeosang offered to help you to the police station. pressing charges against a stranger on a night like this is the last thing you want to do, but having him attempt to do this to another innocent person would riddle you with guilt. you’re quiet throughout the small diatribe that the officer gives you, that overwhelming feeling again settling within you.

“must she go?” yeosang asks the officer, glancing over at you. “i was the one who witnessed it. there isn’t much for her to say other than she ordered a drink.”

“is that so? then are you willing to come instead?”

“of course. i’ll follow after you.”

the police officer thanks him again before leaving, disappearing into the oddly quiet night. yeosang looks you over, concerned. “would you like me to walk you to the train station?”

“that’s not necessary,” you say quickly. “it’s only a block or so away.”

he nods again. “well, please stay safe. don't,” he pauses, looking away. “don't follow strangers around. you seem to be sober enough, but still.”

“worried?” you ask, a bit cheeky.

“i am.”

there is no teasing in his voice, jaw tightening as he looks at you. conflicting emotions cross his gaze. you're not sure what to think of it yourself.

“you’re a stranger you know.”

he sighs, “i am.”

“can i have your phone number?” you ask. “just to let you know when i'm home safe. so you don't have to worry. and you can give it to the police if they need it.”

his smile is cheeky, the plush of his cheeks lifting. it makes the hard angles of his face softer, eyes rounder. you aren’t one to call men adorable, but there’s no other description you could think of. he digs into his jacket pocket, a sleek black phone appearing in his hands. without a response, he holds it out to you. you quickly type in your number underneath his quiet gaze, texting yourself. once confirming, you hand it back to him.

he stares at it for a moment, then hums. “perfect. don't forget about messaging me, y/n.” he tilts his head slightly, bowing. you do the same back, giving him one last glance before heading to the station. the itch of not looking back irks you, but you do so anyway. unfortunately in those brief seconds, he had already left the front of the bar. hm.

he must walk pretty fast.

–

you don’t message him.

it’s not like you promised the man that you’d do it, it was merely a suggestion. and he has your contact information, he can reach out if he'd like. once you arrived home that night you came to your senses. one - speaking to strangers about your personal problems should be saved for therapy - and two - you should not give said strangers your personal information after trauma dumping. the thought of you crying your heart out to him is embarrassing enough, you’re only glad you were too intoxicated to realize how embarrassing it was. sobriety may be in your future.

you push the cart down the tight aisle, careful not to push it into one of the shelves. you’ve left your job since telling seonghwa. but books have always been a home for you, so it took a bit, but you were able to find another small library placement not too far from your apartment. it didn’t pay as well since your position was based on seniority, but it’s enough for you to be comfortable.

you stop in one aisle, glancing down at the book in your hand before looking ahead. it is just your luck that you see the man of the hour.

he holds an identical copy in his hands, sunglasses tucked in his hair, resting on the top of his head. prescription glasses - this is your assumption - on the brim of his nose as he reads. his blond hair is as alluring as that night, the redness of his birthmark seen behind a few strands. his clothing is lightweight aside from the open brown trench coat; collared cotton button up, pleated pants, white shoes. a simple outfit and yet he stands out amongst the rest. your mind wasn’t making things up - his beauty is beyond what you can comprehend, just like your old best friend’s. hands flip through the book, lips slightly curved as he skims the pages. his soft brown eyes look up from his reading, meeting yours. you hope that he does not remember you, but recognition flashes in his gaze, cheeks lifting as he smiles. he lifts the glasses off his face, slipping them into the lining of his coat.

“it seems that you have gotten home well,” is the first thing that leaves yeosang’s mouth, book shutting. he places it back in its spot.

“i did,” there is no use lying to him that you couldn’t remember. the stillness of your body alone is enough for him to see the guilt hanging around you. “i’m sorry i didn’t let you know.”

“you had no obligation to a stranger,” he shrugs. “it would have been nice, but i didn’t expect much.”

“still, i should have said something,” you step closer to him, placing the book on the shelf. how awful that he smells really good too. sickening, even. “i was too scared to. after that night.”

his brows furrow, “scared? did i do something to upset you? or did someone else bother you?”

“no no,” you say quickly. “scared was a bad word to choose. maybe, embarrassed? i mean, i can’t believe i spilled my guts to a man that sat next to me at a bar on a random night,” you can feel your face warming. “i don’t think i’ll ever live it down.”

he smiles, shaking his head. “i told you it didn’t bother me. and i was glad to be your comfort, stranger or not. are you alright?”

he is still caring, even after you’ve decided not to message him. you nod, holding the book between your sweaty palms, “i am.”

“then all is well,” he steps around you. the wool of his coat brushes against your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. his perfume stuns you for a brief moment, grip tightening on the book. he glances at the shelves, before stepping out the aisle. you cannot help but think this may be your last chance of running into him — you’re not sure what reason you have to keep him around you for a while longer. but you step out the aisle, mouth ready to call out to him.

instead, your body almost collides with his, his hands wrapping around your upper arms to steady you. the touch is brief, though your stomach twists at his touch. he’s a bit cold, letting go once he sees you adjust yourself. he tucks a stray hair away from his face, cheeks lifted in a smile.

“this may be presumptuous of me, and i didn’t want to make any suggestions that night because of the situation. and i know you’re in a bad spot right now and it may not be a good time, but…” he clears his throat. “would you like to hang out? not a bar, not drinking. but a cafe maybe?”

your smile matches his, “yes.”

his small smile is endearing as he nods, looking away from you. “great.”

“good.”

he laughs, “seems like we’re both not good at this.”

“not at all. but at least we’re not good together.”

though he does not blush, his lips tremble, eyes scattering across your face as you say the words. perhaps he does not blush at all, but you can tell your words flustered him. he licks his lips, “i’ll message you, i’m free tonight.”

“so am i.”

“then it’s a date.”

he holds out his hand, and you take it, ready to shake. instead he lifts yours, his lips lightly brushing against the back of it. “a date.”

—

the air is calming between the two of you. shy glances back and forth, your fingers playing with the lining of your shirt, his dragging along the thin layer of shirt he wears. he is not cold, he told you this several times. his laugh echoes around the small cafe, cheeks lifting when he notices how loud he is. neither of you say much but it is plenty enough. he makes you forget about your heartache, your hurt. he shines rather brightly in the low light. you haven’t the need to focus on him fully, his presence effortless in comforting your heart. it is equally enjoyable and terrifying all at once. who would have though that after several dates you’d still feel terribly shy in front of him.

“can i see you again?” you ask after a moment of quiet laughter. it is something silly you’ve asked each time you’ve met up. it’s become a routine now, his smile too hard to resist each time you utter the words.

he takes a sip of his coffee. black. not something you’d choose for yourself, but he seems to enjoy it. it’s his second already. “of course. i hoped you would ask,” he admits jokingly, fingers pushing his hair away from his face. “i do enjoy being around you.”

“flattery only gets you so far,” you frown, though it is anything but irritation.

“it is only the truth,” he shrugs.

  if your face could turn red it would at his words, it would. your lips enclose around the metal straw, its cool temperature soothing. “have you had any partners recently?”

he shakes his head, “not in a long time. relationships were never something i considered.”

oh.

you try not to show how that affects you, but it seems to be spelled out in the expression you make. he continues speaking.

“but i think i’ve changed my mind rather recently,” he adds, avoiding your gaze completely. “and if that person is still… mending themselves, i am willing to wait.”

“even if it is long? what if it’s years?” there is no teasing in your tone, now. you are undoubtedly serious. you enjoy yeosang, you enjoy him being around you. but you wouldn’t ever want to hold him back from something he wants. no matter how much it’d hurt you - that devastation you felt yourself was enough. having the kind man in front of you experience even a fraction of what you have felt is terrible to fathom.

“love,” his hand reaches out, covering yours. though he insists that he’s not cold, you can feel it on his skin. but the word that he’s just said, let slip from his lips. love.

he called you love.

“i will wait for you,” he does not look away from you. “i will wait years if i have to.”

“yeosang, we’ve known each other for only a few months,” you shake your head, “it’s ridiculous to hold yourself back from someone you barely know.”

his fingers wrap around yours, humming, “right? i, i’ve met so many people in my life. but relationships were something i just did not desire. but,” he laughs. “your presence might have changed it all for me.”

you could only giggle, placing your free hand against your face, holding in your embarrassment. you are not one to declare your feelings as forward as he could. after a couple of seconds of letting his words sink in, you look back at him. his gaze is so clearly unswayed, held tilted barely as it rests on his hand.

“okay.”

“okay?” his brow raises.

“okay, i’m okay with that.”

his smile only grows, “so am i.”

-

though the two of you have never uttered that you were partners, you are exclusively seeing one another in a sense. he often rested at your place – on the couch, never in your room. you never went inside his place, though you’ve seen the outside of it. a tall building, one in a district you’ve avoided your whole life. yeosang never bragged about how much money he earned, but he told you that he was wealthy. enough so that he only traveled once or twice a month for work. he said it was business but again, didn’t elaborate. at the time you should have questioned him more about it but he changed the subject before your mind could truly settle on it.

and one night, out of the blue, he invites you to his place. you decided to go to the convenience store just before, stepping inside the well-lit area, scanning the ramyeon shelves. a startled oh pulls your attention away from the assortment, looking to your side.

if it were possible for a heart to physically shatter, this moment would be it. choi san stands there, eyes wide, hands wrapped around a bag of chips. he looks nervous and worried, glancing back then looking at you. your smile is strained. you grab whatever is in reach, turning down the aisle and going to the register. the employee greets you but you can’t muster a response, hand gripping the curve of the counter. thoughts elsewhere.

you never thought you’d run into any of them ever again, especially since hongjoong told you yourself that no one really ventured in this neighborhood. you wish he were here now to distract you from your inner turmoil. you thank the employee with your eyes, not bothering to look around and exiting the store.

“y/n, please wait!”

you hear his voice behind you. running would be silly, and you’re an adult right? dealing with your issues in person, rather than running from them. that’s what you’re supposed to do. so despite the sorrow and hurt that is merely simmering at the surface, you look at san. he looks as handsome as he always does, though his eyes are moist now, hands wrapped around his bag. he stops once he sees you turned around.

“hi, san.” you say, “i have somewhere to be–”

“i didn’t think it through,” he starts promptly, not bothering to greet you properly. “i thought it was just another hookup, y/n. fuck, i mean, i didn't know he liked me like that. or had feelings that were more than just wanting to fuck. everyone around that place knows how i am, i just," san sighs loudly. his fingers trembled as he pushed them through his hair. "seonghwa is a good guy. one of the best i know. i'd never break his heart on purpose. i didn't know what to do anymore. i wanted to tell you what i felt so i was going to. and then you left the place entirely so i couldn't even talk to you about it and–"

"i don't blame you, san," you say softly, noticing his spiral. "i don't think he blames you either. he takes stuff like this hard, that's all. seonghwa doesn't hate you, he doesn't hate anyone. but i doubt you'd be the same if the person you like rejects you. it takes a while to get back to yourself. this is him taking that time."

he rubs his face, nodding at your words. "you think so?"

"we were best friends for longer than i can count. i know– knew, him better than i know myself. i'm more than sure."

“i didn’t know you had a thing for him, y/n. i said it at the time because i didn't know how to let him down easy. i really didn't know it was true.”

there it is. the conversation you’ve avoided for months now. the heartbreak that you’ve hidden so deeply inside of you. yeosang never mentioned it and neither did you. but seeing san, knowing that his hookup with seonghwa is what started it all. it’s not his fault, but seeing him again now, in front of you, makes it harder. you rub your face, closing your eyes.

“i didn’t know either, san. but it’s been a long time since it happened. we shouldn’t let something so long ago bother us now. i’m okay.”

relief seems to sink into him, “i’m sorry. and i’m sorry for telling him, it was shitty of me.”

“it’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. things happen. but i’m okay now. it’s okay.”

“right, you are,” his gaze flicks to how your hand trembles as you hold your bag. “there’s so much more to say, but i don’t want to hold you up any longer. you probably have somewhere to be.”

“i do, but thank you,” you pause. “thank you for stopping me too. i hope you’re well. i hope you and everyone else at the place are healthy. send them my greetings.”

“i will,” he smiles, dimples intending his cheeks. san has always been a kind man. you’ve never had any ill will towards him, he just ended up in the middle of it all. “i’m sure seonghwa would like to hear that.”

–

your hair sticks to your forehead. makeup trickles down your cheeks, staining your shirt. your plastic bag grew too heavy for you to hold, sitting on the side of you as you stare out into the streets. you haven’t moved from the front of the market.

your phone ran out of charge long ago, tucked inside your bag. you tried to grab it, knowing that yeosang probably called, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. the incident with seonghwa was months ago, it was so long ago. you shouldn’t be this upset.

you shouldn’t be this hurt.

hearing his name after such a long time, you thought you’d be okay. you thought that you would handle it easily. but his name, along with seeing san? it was all too much.

is there something wrong with you? he didn’t die, he’s probably living well without you. and yet you mourn. your tears hidden beneath the rain, body shivering. you should try to get to yeosang. let him know you’re okay.

you should do that.

you look down at the sidewalk beneath you. people walk past. some have glanced at you, but none have pulled you from this. what is this? why can’t you describe it?

you’re cold.

“hey.”

you barely look up from where you are. an older man stands there, vaguely familiar. you think back for a moment – ah, the employee in the store. mustering up words is just too much effort now. so you meekly nod, water splattering against your face. his hand touches your shoulder and you tense up.

“a pretty woman like you shouldn't be out here alone.”

your lips tremble, nudging his hand away. he only tightens his grip, your eyes widening. your chest tightens, body unwilling to move. you've never been in such a situation, filled with too much fear to force your mind out of its despair. just as he begins to lean down, a loud sound fills your ears. you close your eyes, the ringing harsh against your temple. enough so that it consumes your thoughts.

you should call him.

the hum of a car stops in front of you. the door slamming should have startled you, but you’ve grown too numb from the sound to react. you feel those familiar cold hands on your cheeks. it’s enough for you to look up. the mark looks darker in this low light, brown against his temple, fading into the curve of his eyes. his thumbs rub your cheeks, eyes flicking between yours. neither of you say a word, but you feel how he pulls you into his chest. you cannot remember when the sobs began. but they engulf you, hands finally able to move, arms wrapped around his body as he pulls you into him. you’re too overwhelmed to say anything, but you hear him. you hear his words.

i’m here for you.

i know, i know.

it hurts a lot, i know.

let’s get you somewhere warm.

–

you sit on his sofa. he’s given you his clothing to change into, an older pair of sweats and sweater. he hasn’t touched you since bringing you back to his place, careful to avoid your skin. a cup of steaming medicinal tea sits on the small coffee table, cookies you love next to it. your eyes flick to the screen, television playing your favorite cartoon.

yeosang does not say a word as he cooks in the kitchen, humming every once in a while. he has not broken the silence and neither have you. your heart has settled down a bit, enough for you to speak. are you scared to start? yes. yeosang has never been once to pry, always allowing you your own space to say what you wanted. it’s something you’ve admired since you’ve met him. there was never any pushing from him. he let you open up yourself.

“it was san,” your voice is low. you’re afraid that he has not heard you at all, but his humming stops.

“the hookup?”

you thank him silently for his good memory. “yes. he… we ran into each other inside that convenience store. he said sorry for everything. then he said his name, and i…”

you couldn’t breathe.

“it hurt.”

“it did,” you murmur. “i thought it’d be fine, speaking to him. since it’s been so long, i thought i’d be fine. but i wasn’t, yeosang. it felt like the first day that i told seonghwa to never speak to me again. it just felt like too much.”

“you have yet to mourn what you’ve lost, love,” yeosang enters the living room, sitting on the couch across from you. “it will hurt for a while even if you’ve accepted that he was no longer in your life. he’s your best friend.”

“was,” you correct. yeosang doesn’t comment on that, continuing.

“it will take time.”

you hide your face, sighing. “and i’ve only just opened myself up to you because i was afraid of my hurt. i cannot believe i let you see me that way.”

“you know that that doesn't bother me. we care for each other, y/n. i hope that we can see each other at our best and at our worst.”

“that’s the thing,” you look up. “you’ve been seeing me at my worst this whole time, you haven’t even seen me at my best and yet you’ve stayed.”

yeosang looks at you, hand resting on his knee. he closes his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly. “that is because i haven’t told you all of what i’ve been dealt, y/n.”

you can feel that ill feeling slowly come back. he seems to sense it, quickly speaking.

“it is nothing against you, that i assure you. but this might not be the best time to say anything more. you are still hurt. i’d rather you not be overwhelmed with it all.”

“are you a criminal or something?” you joke, though there is a bit of curiosity within the jab. yeosang has not shown you anything negative so you cannot quite guess what he’s hiding. you haven’t seen his family yet or friends, so maybe it’s that? letting your mind wander will only make it worse.

“no.”

“yeosang–”

"i’m a vampire."

"and i am a fairy," you snort, rolling your eyes. yeosang thinks for a moment, eyes flicking over yours.

"i'd believe it since your beauty matches one of the fae, but your personality does not. there's not a conniving cell in your body, love."

“you’re joking,” your brows furrow, staring at him. he does not give you the usual small smile, nor does he laugh at your confusion. no, all he does is stare at you, waiting for a response. you can only look at him, eyes flicking over his face. oh, you’ve fallen for a man who lost his mind, then?

your luck just seems to continuously run out.

“you look like you’re going to run,” he says, attempting to reach you. you move away, and he does not try to chase you. he observes you as you stand from your spot, body tensing the more you look at him.

his beauty has always been something you’ve noticed, something that’s occupied your mind more times than not. but you’ve seen him eating, seen him drink coffee and swallow slices of pizza with you. from what you’ve learned of vampires (via various forms of media), they cannot stomach human food.

“how?”

he shrugs, “it has been a millennia, y/n, and i still don’t have the answer to that.”

“i mean,” you wave your hands around. “you’ve eaten food with me, you’ve had drinks with me. you’ve done all of that, and not once have i seen you drink blood.” your stomach turns at the thought. “yeosang, you’re joking with me, right? this is just a weird test or something?”

“what would i be testing on you, love?”

“i don’t know–”

“y/n, listen to me carefully.” he still does not move from his spot, but his eyes meet yours, his lips trembling slightly. “i was born as a vampire. i was not turned into this creature. i have met several of my kind over the centuries. most of us avoid one another since we are not really friendly. we stay on our own most of our lives. there may be times where you see one or two together, but rarely more than that. i am alone,” he says slowly. “i have not told a human soul what i am since i was a child. you are the only one who knows, on this earth.”

“because people would think you’re out of your mind?”

“that,” he agrees. “and because i am rare, one of less than a hundred. and humans are fond of dissecting things they do not understand. though my life has been long, i have still a lot of it left. i’d rather not die early.”

his words are just unreal. no matter how he explains it to you, you just cannot accept them as true. he seems to know that as well, sighing softly. “you do not believe me?”

“i believe that you think that’s what you are. have you ever seen a doctor for your condition?”

“y/n, as i have told you–”

“right,” you nod slowly. “the whole i’m-the-only-human-who-knows thing.”

“would you like me to prove it to you?" he does not wait for an answer, standing up from his spot and walking off. you do not follow, eyes widening when you see him come back with a knife in his hand. he sits down at the coffee table, legs folded. “this is the only way you’d believe me.”

“yeosang, i believe you,” you watch as he lifts the knife. “yeosang!”

his eyes meet yours briefly, smiling, “don’t worry.” he drops it, the chopping sound echoing around you. you scream, hands rushing to cover your eyes. the sound is horrid, there is no description of how the slicing of flesh resonates. the metal clings as it hits the floor. there is no howl of pain, no sound of him falling to the floor with the knife. nothing at all. you’re terrified to open your hands and see what he’s done.

“you have to look quickly before it heals, y/n,” he says softly. “please, do this one thing for me.”

“i swear, yeosang,” you hesitantly look at him, flinching once you see what’s in front of you. there are no splatters of blood. his hand is not on his wrist at all. but what you do see, oh, it’s indescribable. his amputated hand slowly slides back to his wrist stump. the sound is like bones cracking as it attaches itself. the two of you watch, skin sinking into each other, smoothing over until it appears that nothing has happened at all.

you’re stunned.

“you are all i can trust,” he says, wiggling his fingers. “this might be a lot to take in but–”

you raise your hand, “hold on.”

as moronous his confession is, it makes sense, oddly. sure, there’s no possible explanation for how he could possibly chop off his wrist, especially without as much as a scream from him. but what is his purpose - has he planned this all to entrap you? you care for him dearly, possibly love him. is this his goal all along, have you involved enough so you’re unable to leave his side? unable to make rational decisions? you from months ago would have ran out the room from a confession like this, but you just cannot. you look at your yeosang sitting on the floor, waiting for you to speak. he has not moved ever since you have, has not attempted to stop you from going anywhere. you’ve even tested it, taking a slight step back. still, not a muscle twitches.

there are several conclusions you can come to, but one is certain - yeosang at least believes that he’s a vampire. and that should utterly terrify you. but he is still your yeosang, even if he indulges in blood once in a while. and he just chopped off his hand.

for fucks sake, are you that desperate for human connection that you'll hang around a blood drinker?

are you mad?

  “y/n?” he interrupts the quiet. “you can leave if you want to. i won’t stop you if this is too much.”

that’s your yeosang, ever so caring, ever so thoughtful.

“you’re not lying?” you ask again. “you’re a vampire?”

“yes.”

“a good one?”

his lip twitches, “that's subjective, but i try to be.”

“why are you telling me now?”

he looks away from you for the first time tonight, gaze out the windows. you haven’t had the chance to look around his place because you’ve been too stuck in your sorrow, but it is him. a penthouse, but him. the city looks into the apartment as he begins.

“after seeing you so destroyed tonight, i couldn’t let myself go another day without saying it. i should have told you so long ago, but i didn’t know how involved we’d be. i thought it would be a short time we’d see each other. but i enjoy being around you. there has not gone a day since we’ve met each other at that bar that i haven’t thought of you. and it is utterly terrifying. so hiding this secret from you… i could no longer do it. i needed to know that you were not scared of me before continuing to be around you.”

“how do you know i’m not afraid?”

his smile is small, not reaching his eyes. “i have seen true terror in my lifetime, y/n. i know it when i see it.”

“if i decided i didn’t want to be this with you? what then?”

“it would be hard, but i would let you go, y/n. you’re not trapped here, you’ll never be,” he rubs his face. “do you hear me, truly? you can leave now and never come back, and that would be the end of us.”

you don’t want this to end. in fact, the mere thought of never seeing yeosang again makes you ill. you care too much for him to just go, even with information like this. so, he’s a vampire. he drinks blood. there could be worse things, no?

you cannot even believe your own thoughts.

“this is fine,” you say aloud, nodding slowly. you think back to when you were outside of the store, when that older man began to bother you. you look at yeosang. he came within seconds of that happening, barely a minute passed. it wasn’t him who helped you, was it?

“did you hurt that old man?”

yeosang stares at you, eyes flicking between the two of yours. “no.”

“are you lying?”

“i did not hurt him, y/n. i grabbed him, yes, and pulled him away from you. i told him to never touch you again, to never touch anyone else again, or else i would hurt him,” he looks down at his hands. “i wanted to kill him, if you were going to ask that next. i wanted to very badly, but i didn’t. you needed me, and i couldn’t let anyone distract me from that.”

you believe him. despite the strange circumstances, you do. you take a step closer to him, his movements frozen. your hand reaches for his, the obvious cool temperature of his making more sense now. “thank you.”

he lifts your hand, lips pressing against the surface. “you’re welcome.”

-

things changed after that.

neither you nor yeosang bring up anything that occurred that night. he does not press you about san and you don’t bring it up at all. things have progressed slightly. his tenderness is never ending; hands caressing the soft skin of your hips, lips brushing against your neck and collarbone. there’s a bit of excitement when he does that as well – knowing his true nature. he hasn’t hinted that he wants to feed off of you. you know it is due to your fear, deep down. he drinks from blood bags stored in his freezer, heating them up in the microwave. he avoids you entirely as he does so, brushing his teeth and washing himself before settling in the same room with you again. you’ve told him he didn’t need to do anything like that, that you care for him as he is, but he confessed that it’s difficult for him to be around you after drinking, bloodlust at the surface. and he’d rather you not see him that way.

“alarmingly disturbing,” he notes, nose wrinkling at the movie poster. you merely roll your eyes, passing him his small cup of soda as you walk through the outdoor mall.

“i’m sure i saw you cry at the end.”

his eyes widen, “i cannot cry, you know that well.”

“yeah yeah.”

you insisted on him going with you after his confession that he’s never entered a theater. it is magical to be with someone when they’re doing something they’ve never done before. his soft eyes widening at the large screen, words mumbled into your ear at certain scenes. his hand still hasn’t left yours after it ended.

his fingers tighten around yours as he points at the decorations, “it’s the middle of january and yet the decor is still up from the holidays. i never celebrated much but,” he takes a sip of his soda. “it is heartwarming.”

“remind you of the movie?” you grin, and he only frowns. you laugh, nudging him slightly. “it was a pretty somber ending, i know.”

“they both followed different paths, but they met each other again. i…” he sighs. “i know it’s supposed to reflect a realistic path, but they could have been together. they both wanted it.”

“some things don’t work out even if they do want each other.”

his gaze slides to yours, and your smile slips slightly, already suspecting where his thoughts lie. you look away from him, “don’t give me that look.”

“what look?” his voice is smaller this time.

“you know what look i’m talking about.”

“y/n…”

“i can’t, not right now.”

“i’m not pushing you to say anything, you know that.”

“i know.”

“but i want you to settle your feelings. it’s not good to keep it all inside of you,” he stops walking, straw away from his mouth. his brows furrowed in concentration, thinking. “i cannot believe i’m about to say this.”

“yeosang…”

his fingers loosen slightly, but he does not let go. “i fear that my love for you is much more than what should be allowed,” his eyes are moist, unable to leave yours. “surrendering myself to you is a choice i have made, but it is quite mad, is it not? committing my heart to you without knowing what you feel about me. i know you like me, i know that. you wouldn’t let me be around you otherwise. i have now trusted you with my secret, with all of these things, and not once have i felt fearful of you telling someone. the only fear i've felt is losing you.” he shakes his head slowly. “you are a human. i have fallen for a human. a human who is heartbroken over a love that she has lost. i know this, and i stand here telling you that i love you. is it not stupid?”

it is not a question for you to answer, rhetorical even, but you decide to respond. “it’s a bit stupid.”

he laughs dryly. “it is.”

“but you have done it anyway. it’s stupid, but maybe even idiotic,” you go on, his expression worsening at your words. “you know what is even more stupid? me, watching you struggle to confess in front of me and not admitting that i feel the same way for you.” his eyes widened. you swallow slowly, blinking slowly. “we shouldn’t love each other this way, yeosang. not after that night, not after me breaking down from hearing seonghwa’s name.”

“we shouldn’t, love.”

“but we do anyway,” you smile. “stupid.”

“completely.”

his gaze settles on yours, before flicking down to your lips. your breath hitches at the glance, until he looks away. “i must warm up the car before you enter, i can be back quickly,” just as he is about to step away from you, you grab his arm. he does not move, even as you move closer.

“can we…”

his body trembles at your hand against the skin of his neck. “y/n…”

“it will be quick.”

his resolve is breaking the longer he looks down at you. his hand reaches up, pulling your face closer to his. "i would love to, y/n. but your heart still belongs to him, even if it’s small," he whispers, a breath away from your lips. he feels how your breath hitches, how your hold on him loosens. he would have pulled away but he knows you need this. knows you need to hear what he has to say. "i know you're still in love with him, y/n. pushing it deeper and deeper will only make it worse when you see him again. don't pretend in front of me, please."

you move your face away, eyes moving to his. you expected hurt, anger, sorrow. regret, even. but nothing like that meets your gaze. empathy. brows furrowed, lips parted. his thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away a tear that falls.

oh, you're crying.

you touch your cheek, swallowing slowly. "i thought it would go away."

"if only that were so easy," his face relaxes. "you have to go see him again."

"i can't do that."

"he's your best friend."

"was," you correct once more. "he was my best friend. then i pushed him away because i was afraid. i let my phone ring until i blocked his number because he wouldn't stop calling. i let him move on, yeosang. i let him go."

he presses his forehead against yours. you welcome the cool temperature of his skin, shivering slightly. "that's not letting him go. that's removing him from your life with force. he never wanted to leave your side."

"you don't know anything."

"i've seen seonghwa, pretty."

you still. “what?”

"i saw him not too long after meeting you. he was broken," he admits. you've known him long enough to tell when he's choosing his words carefully. for your benefit. "he was with a friend crying at the bar. weeping. his body shook. i didn't know who he was at the time, but it looked as if he was struck by grief. i planned on walking over to confront him, perhaps take away some of his burden, but then i heard your name slip from his lips. i've lived long enough not to believe in coincidences. he was sobbing your name. a man sobbing another's name with such raw emotion could not be angry with you. he was mourning the relationship the two of you had. i know i may be overstepping, but please see him. just one time, speak to him. i need you to."

no.

san saying his name in front of you tonight was enough to stun you. seeing seonghwa again… you cannot.

you won’t.

“no.”

his hand leaves your face. he presses a light kiss to your temple, your eyelids fluttering at the contact. in typical yeosang fashion, he says, “okay, pretty.” he makes sure you’re looking at him when he smiles, squeezing your hand as he pulls you along with him. his humming fills the silence as you walk, as if nothing happened.

you cannot help yourself.

“yeosang, you’re not upset? about any of this?”

"why would i be?” his brow raises.

you’re not sure how to answer that.

he continues, “i am yours, y/n. that is why i am so persistent on you seeing him. i don't want you to live in regret being with me when the man you also love is not too far away."

"i don't want to leave you." and it's true. you've spent the last few months with him, by his side. having him ripped away would only make your mental condition worsen. yes, you shouldn't depend on another's presence for comfort so deeply and you're learning slowly not to, but leaving him now will only make it worse. you love him without ever uttering the words. you love him more than you can describe. "i can't leave you."

"listen to my words carefully, love," he stops moving, looking up at you. "i am not leaving you. i will never dream of it. i am in love with you, y/n. i've never said it before tonight i know, but i am. and i do not plan on ever leaving your side unless you want me to, understand? so i don't mind, if something happens between you and seonghwa, i don't mind it."

“nothing is going to happen.”

he nods slowly, “alright. shall we go?” he gestures to the guards in front of you, the sounds of stores dropping their gates and locking their doors. “we’ll discuss this more at a later time. i can make you something when we get back.”

-

that night is the last time he has ever pushed you, though slightly, into confessing your feelings to seonghwa, and your apology. hongjoong is elated when you tell him of your new relationship status, though you could see the slight worry dwelling as well. he knows as well as yeosang how badly your heart is hurt. you trust yeosang not to hurt you - he has never done anything remotely close to battering it. but that’s not what they’re both worried about.

his words linger. the two of you flourish in your relationship, though he has never once let his lips touch yours. you’re not sure if it’s his gentle nature or if he does not want to touch you that way until you’ve settled your feelings, but it does sting a bit. each time you initiate he turns his cheek for your touch to be placed there.

the intimacy avoidance just continues to grow.

after one of his after-feeding showers, you sit at his counter. head resting on your folded hands, watching the world just outside this apartment. too consumed in your own thoughts. you don’t bother leaning into his touch when his lips kiss the back of your neck. thumb rubbing the back of your arm. you don’t flinch at all, that in itself is concerning enough for yeosang to stop at the fridge.

“y/n? are you alright?”

“fine.”

he closes the fridge, moving around the counter to stand in front of you. he wears a loose graphic tee you’ve gifted him, his sweatpants that you wore that night covering his legs. his head tilts. you’ve always found that habit of his endearing, but right now you’re too annoyed and frustrated to have it affect you. his frown deepens when you don’t meet his eyes.

“pretty girl.”

those words almost get you. you close your eyes now, moving your head to rest on your hands instead, face hidden. “fine, yeo.”

the guilt of this situation begins to riddle within you. there is no obligation for him to do anything with you and you’d never force the situation, but your own desires are sitting at the surface. yeosang walks around the table, his hand brushing over your skin, draping himself over your hunched over body, it’s comforting, his sweet scent wrapping around you. you feel the brush of his nose against the back of your ear, breath tickling your skin. you tense.

yeosang stops, though he does not let you go. “you’re upset with me?”

“i’m not.”

“i can’t read your mind, but i can tell when something’s up, y/n. did i do something?”

“yeosang,” you sigh, body trembling when you feel the brush of his lips on your earlobe. unable to take the closeness without your mind wandering elsewhere, your chair slides harshly against the tiles. you stand up and move away from him, fists tucked to your sides. his brow furrows as he looks at you, head tilting. “i can’t concentrate when you’re that close.”

“okay, that's fine. but we can’t move forward if you don’t tell me what’s upsetting you,” he takes the spot you were once in, sitting on the edge of the stool. his legs are apart, fabric tight against his thighs. leaving nothing to the imagination.

oh how your suffering continues.

“are we moving too fast?” he asks after a moment. “should we take a moment to think this through?”

“no!” your voice is louder than you’d like, the teasing of a grin on his lips. “no, we don’t need to go slower than we already are.” you stop, sighing. “i don’t know how to say it.”

“you want me,” he says simply, taking a sip of your water. “since you said ‘slower than we already are’, you want us to take a larger step in our relationship. am i correct?”

flustered at his quickness, you nod. he hums, thumb rubbing the condensation of the small glass cup. your gaze follows his movements, room temperature increasing by the second. you only look away when yeosang speaks up again.

“it’s not like i don’t want you, pretty,” he places the glass on the countertop, looking at you. “do you know how difficult it is for me to not touch you? i am a predator, my smell is heightened. everytime i’m in a room with you all i smell is you, all i want is you,” he says simply, laughing at the expression forming on your face. “it’s not all i think about, but it’s very prominent in my mind.”

“then what’s wrong?”

his smile wavers, “you know what’s wrong, pretty girl. i said it when we confessed to each other. i need you to speak to him again.”

“yeosang, i told you how i felt.”

“i know, and i accepted your choice. but i just,” a long exhale escapes his lips. “i want you so badly, so desperately, but i cannot move forward until you settle your own feelings with seonghwa. i don’t want you to think i’m forcing you to do anything because that’s not my intention at all. i’m sorry if the thought crossed your mind about me not wanting you sexually because i truly do. but you’re not fully here with me, y/n. and i fear you never will be unless you see him again. i don't want you to live with the regret of what could have been.”

you hate it. you hate that you want to accuse him of manipulating you into a conversation with seonghwa, though he is not forcing it upon you. you thought you could hide your feelings, thought that with time, you would no longer think of him because you have the man in front of you. but you have. you haven’t stopped thinking of him since you ran into san. it is like he’s embedded himself in your brain. you thought you’d be okay enough to move forward with yeosang, love him with everything you have, but you can’t. he’s right. it wouldn’t be fair to him if you let this feeling continue.

yeosang lets his words settle within you.

“okay.”

“okay?” his brow raises.

“i think i’m ready to talk to him.”

he looks at your eyes, nodding slowly. “it will be good for you.”

the question still lingers, though; what’ll be the outcome? what if seonghwa breaks you - what if he repairs you? what if at that moment, you forget about yeosang, forget about all of this? you can’t do that to him. you love him more than you can describe, but feelings can change in a moment.

“y/n.”

you’re not sure when he stood up, coming closer to you. he holds your head in his hands, eyes flicking between yours. “i love you too dearly for me to be upset if you left me for him.”

“how did you…”

oh. you definitely said that all out loud.

“i don’t want anything to happen,” you whisper. “something could happen.”

“it may. but i myself, i am not…” he thinks for a moment. “i wouldn’t mind opening this relationship for you, if your feelings match one another's.”

now this is something the both of you have never discussed. he picks up on the alarm in your expression, continuing. “i never really desired anyone like this before. i’ve fucked, yes, but relationships didn’t really happen for me. that is something i’ve glossed over a bit in the past,” he looks away. “my relationships consisted of me only having sex with another, but not really a partnership. nothing that i would consider to be a full blown relationship. but with you, i wouldn’t mind sharing you. you are too wonderful for me to ever deny your desires for humans. there are some things that i’ll never be able to give you,” his hand brushes against your cheek. “like warmth. and someone to grow old with, a child. i will remain this age and you won't.”

that thought lingered in your mind as you've spent time with him. being a vampire isn't something you want for yourself, even if you love yeosang dearly. you're not even sure how that process works because you didn't desire it so you never asked. but opening your relationship? you never thought about being polyamorous.

“this is confusing,” you murmur. he presses a kiss to your forehead. “i don't know yeosang, this is a lot to take in.”

“it is,” he agrees. “i'm here for you if there are any questions.”

the conversation turns away from seonghwa a bit as you have an open conversation with one another. yeosang explains how he does not really have a label for himself, living his immortal life with eyes open. you yourself have attraction to all sorts of people, fitting for how yeosang views himself. it is odd that though you two haven't spoken about it, you're so similar. he also explains that he does not see himself seeing anyone but you in your lifetime, and insists that he tell you if something changed. you aren't quite sure how you'll handle the seonghwa feelings, if he even considered your own after all this time. yeosang only assures you that whatever you decide he will accept, whether it be a polyamorous relationship, monogamous with either him or yeosang, or nothing at all. his acceptance is astonishing, but he only explains that his long life has told him not to worry about small things like this.

if only you could say the same.

yeosang does not make any sort of move towards you, holding you close as you sleep in his bed. the long day brings exhaustion to settle on your shoulders. soon enough, in the cool embrace of yeosang, you fall asleep.

—

the cold chill seeps into your wool coat. yeosang insisted that you wear your thickened sweater while you were out and about, but you ignored his worried gaze and told him you'd be back soon enough. but now that you stand outside the café, hands tucked into your pockets as you wait for it to open, you regret ever not listening to his advice. you can imagine him now, soft lips protruding from their usual small smile, nose flared and brows tight with concern. the mental image only makes your own lips lift.

“he was right about the temperature,” hongjoong's eyes peer between the thickened cotton scarf wrapped around his neck and forehead. he's covered completely from head to toe in clothing his partner made for him, rosy nose the only sliver of skin shown. it's endearing to see him loved this dearly, knowing that he's sought out someone for much longer than you have. he digs into his pocket, handing you his spare mittens and a heat packet. you thank him, slipping your hands into the soft material.

“think it's an immortal thing to predict the temperature?” he asks, whining when you lightly hit his calf with his boot. “what!”

“i told you not to speak of it in public,” you discussed it with yeosang about telling your best friend. he was a bit hesitant at first, but agreed. hongjoong believed it much easier than you had, nodding in content and murmuring something about yeosang being a bit too beautiful and kind for a human. it was ridiculous reasoning at the time, but you were glad he believed you. hiding it from him would have weighted on your mind.

“I barely said anything,” he shoots you a glare. “but seriously, you should have grabbed a scarf.”

“i didn't think they'd be closed at 8am on a saturday!”

“you should have checked,” hongjoong whines, stepping closer to you. he pulls you into his side, arm wrapped around your shoulder. it’s not enough to subside the freezing temperatures, but you find it endearing nonetheless. “i used to hate it when customers waited outside just before opening. started off my day wrong.”

“we can walk around or something,” you murmur, and he laughs, nudging you slightly.

“it’ll be fine, we’re not staying long anyway.” he looks around, his laugh disappearing swiftly. you look over your shoulder to see what's caught his attention, but he turns your body away, forcing you to look the opposite direction.

“joong, what the hell?”

“it's seonghwa.”

your throat tightens up. seonghwa? he's here? fear begins to climb in you. you haven't readied yourself to approach him. it was going to happen soon, but not now. not early morning, body shivering from the brisk air. not when you're still afraid to speak to him. hongjoong moves you further away from the store. you would thank him if you could.

“hongjoong?”

seonghwa's sweet voice carries through the air. hongjoong hesitates, looking at you. he does not say a word, but his eyes tell it all. should i ignore him? should i let you go and i speak to him alone? they're still friends, that you know. you encouraged hongjoong to stay friends with him, your hurt was never his. but now, here you stand. you can either face it, deal with it, or run away again. no one would scold you for it, protecting your feelings. but how much longer can you run?

you shake your head at his questioning eyes. he settles on you for another moment, before turning around. you follow his lead.

seonghwa is as beautiful as he always is. beanie pulled over his head and covering his ears, black hair barely peeking from beneath. glasses likely tucked away in his bag. he matches the gloomy morning, long navy coat, black boots. the slight flush of his cheeks due to the low temperature. he smiles, and your heart races. his gaze moves from hongjoong’s, shifting to you.

his eyes widen, flicking over your face. eyes, nose, lips, hat, body, eyes again. his lips part, a sigh leaving them. his brows furrow, hand clenching, then relaxing. you've seen this happen before. that day on the roof, the last time you saw him. the look in his eyes is different though. it is not filled with hurt. confusion, worry.

you’re not sure what emotion has settled in his gaze.

“birdie…?” his voice cracks, looking at hongjoong briefly. how that nickname almost breaks you completely.

“hwa,” your lips tremble, but you force them to smile anyway. “hi.”

“hey,” he drags the word, blinking quickly. “hi.”

“the café is open, i'll grab a few coffees,” hongjoong looks around seonghwa. “be right back, alright?” be looks between the both of you, before leaving. the air only thickens as you two stand here alone. your rub your fingers on the hot pack in your gloves, gaze on the ground.

“i didn't think i'd ever see you again,” he admits. “it's been a long time.”

“it really has,” you agree. awkward. you were never this awkward with him. the two of you walk around the issue, the uneasiness only growing. “i–”

“i'm–”

you speak simultaneously. his cheeks darken. “you can go first.”

“no, you. i’ve said plenty since we last spoke, didn't i?”

a smile appears, though it doesn't reach his eyes. another cloud leaves his lips as he sighs, hand tugging on the loose strap of his bag. “did i fuck up back then? did i hurt you so badly that you didn't want to deal with me anymore, birdie? is that why you wanted to leave me alone?”

how easily he lets the nickname roll off his tongue. as if it hasn’t been over half a year since you’ve seen each other. as if you didn’t remove him from your life. but no. you didn’t want to leave him. you never did.

you shake your head, “never. i couldn't handle it all, i couldn't handle the way you were looking at me. it was a lot.”

“how did i look at you?”

“like you pitied me. like you were about to tell me how you felt, and i,” you weren't ready to hear his rejection. “i was scared. i didn't think that my feelings for you would be told that way. i wasn't ready for it.”

“so you then decided that it was best that you never deal with it at all?” he frowns, brows furrowing. “you didn't let us talk it out, and you ran from me. you didn't let me say anything else.”

“i messed up. i was too insecure to hear what you had to say.”

“want to go to the park for a bit?” he gestures behind the two of you. you take out your phone, sending hongjoong a quick message that you’ll be gone for a while. he sends a thumbs up back. likely aware that this was going to happen anyway.

you two walk next to each other, your hands tucked in your pockets, rubbing the heat pack. seonghwa glances at you, worry about his features. he does not say it, probably due to the situation, but you can tell it’s at the tip of his tongue.

“you look cold.”

oh, so he does say it.

“i thought we’d be out here for a few minutes,” you admit. seonghwa’s lips lift slightly.

“you are always underprepared.”

“i really am,” you shake your head. you should have grabbed that coat like yeosang asked. the two of you walk a bit further, finally arriving at the park. it’s a place the two of you have spent plenty of time at on breaks or excursions, from children to adults. seonghwa wipes off the seat of a swing, gesturing for you to sit. you do, thanking him as he takes the spot next to you. the sun is peeking above the clouds now, temperature rising slowly.

"i didn't know how i felt until you were gone, birdie," his hands are wrapped around the chains of the swing, eyes glued to the snow beneath your feet. seonghwa always radiated confidence, sureness. it was rare that you've ever seen him so vulnerable. so afraid. it makes your heart ache knowing that though it was not entirely your fault, you cause some of his anxiousness. "i was too forward when we spoke about it. overwhelmed, i think. i was so heartbroken over san that i didn't take your feelings into consideration. i let my thoughts get to me. i made you close up, i made you run. and i can tell you're about to interrupt me but just let me say this okay birdie? give me this one thing."

you nod, holding back your words.

"i fucked up when i confronted you. you were right when i didn't want you to be. i let myself get lost in the attention of the guy that i liked. but i think, no, i know that losing you made me see what i've really lost. i lost my best friend, and the one person in this world that has been by me my whole life. i was blind, i think. wait, is that right to say?" He curses himself, taking another breath. "for fucks sake, i thought id practiced this enough to say it right but it just doesn't make sense."

he peeks through his covered face, eyes softening when they meet yours. "i'm in love with you, birdie."

you shake your head, blinking quickly. "you're–"

"i'm not letting you do that," he interrupts with swiftness. "i'm not letting you say that my feelings aren't real when i know they are. it's been months of me thinking about it. this isn't some sudden epiphany. you're not a rebound to me. i wouldn't do that to you, i care too much to even consider that. not that you have to accept my feelings," he adds in. "you can tell me to fuck off and i’ll do it. a little teary-eyed, but i’d still do it."

“seonghwa.”

“i just,” he swallows, “if you don’t want anything like that with me, it’s okay. i just can’t lose you again. it’ll take time, but i’ll move on if you don’t want me that way. we can still be best friends. or at least something. i just… i can’t lose you again.”

yeosang's declaration repeats in your head over and over as you decide how to respond. your heart and head are fighting one another. there's no doubt in your love for yeosang, not even slightly. and he was right – you still love seonghwa no matter how many times you try to push the feelings away. him confessing this to you now, how does that make you feel? and how will he react once you tell him about your partner now? not taking the leap now when you're so deep into it all will only lead to regret later. and you've done enough of that the past few months to last a lifetime.

"i’m still in love with you, seonghwa," you whisper. "i thought i would get over it but i haven't. it scared me how attached i am to you, especially after a while. maybe the years have caught up to me, i’m not sure. but i still love you."

he opens his mouth to speak but you hold out your hand, stopping him. "i can't continue this conversation though, without telling you."

his brows furrow. "tell me what?"

"during our time apart i met someone, hwa," you look at him, his face crumbling immediately at the information. "i met him and i fell in love with him. and i know it hasn't been that long but it's serious. i can't imagine my life without him now."

he nods slowly, "it was presumptuous of me to think you just stayed stagnant this whole time. im sorry–"

"wait, seonghwa. yeosang and i, well, he told me to come to you. he knows how i feel about you and thought i should see you in person again to figure things out. and he is so considerate of me and my feelings, as well as your own. i don't know how to say this," you swallow, closing your eyes as you say the next words. "he knows i’m in love with you and encouraged me to pursue you while still being in a relationship with him. he doesn't mind me loving you and him at the same time. do you understand what i’m saying, hwa?"

he nods slowly, "...yes."

"and as you just said, i don't want to be presumptuous and think that you would be okay with it because it's a lot for someone to consider. it was a lot for me to even think about because i would never want to hurt either of you. if we were to decide that we would like to continue on in a romantic sense, i’ll still be dating yeosang while we're together. and vice versa. i want you to think about what i said to you and consider it before anything else is said, okay?"

"what i decide?" he repeats.

"yes. and then we will take it from there, whatever you decide seonghwa. but i just want to let you know that i love yeosang too much to leave him, if your thoughts start moving in that direction. i'll never break his heart."

“i understand,” he says simply. he digs into his pocket, glancing down at his phone. “your phone number? it’s still the same?”

you nod, and he mimics the movement. he stands up from the swing, tucking his hands back into his pockets. “okay. i, just give me a few days, y/n? just some time to figure this all out.”

“that’s fine,” you smile, and he smiles back. you stand up from the swing and without another word he pulls you into him, hands wrapping around your torso. his body is trembling as you hold him back, his face tucked into the curve of your shoulder. as quick as he holds you he lets go, giving you one last look before leaving the park.

-

seonghwa doesn’t call for over two weeks.

it worries you - he did tell you that he’d contact you soon. it hurt that there isn’t as much of a greeting sent to you, but it makes sense. you confessed to him that you were in love with someone else and said that your partner was okay with it. that could confuse anyone. so despite the circumstances you hold out hope. yeosang comforted you once you told him what happened - made you your favorite soup and desserts. it was a lot when you arrived at his apartment. not on the brink of a breakdown like before, but it took a lot out of you to suddenly have him in front of you. to confront those feelings head on without preparation.

you're resting your head on yeosang's thigh when he messages you. it's pretty simple, just a few words.

hwa: can we meet up? with your partner too.

you look up at yeosang and he's already looking down at you. his focus turns to your phone when you show it to him, brow lifting. “both of us? think he's considering it?”

“maybe,” you look at the message, hovering over the text box. “he could just be letting us know that he doesn't want anything like that.”

“he could do that without me,” yeosang points out. “there wouldn't be any reason for me to come.”

“right,” you sigh. “why am i scared to message him back? are you okay with this, yeosang? seriously okay with all of this?”

“my love,” his hand resting on the side of your face, tilting it ever so slightly. enough for your eyes to settle on his. his thumb slowly strokes your skin. “in what ways could i convince you that i am all for you? that there is next to nothing that would make me change my mind about this? you are my happiness. i have never been more okay.”

you lean into his touch, “you always know what to say.” you open the conversation, texting back.

you: i'm available and he is as well. lmk ♡

hwa: friday? joong told me you didn't work that day and either do i. if yeosang is available too.

you look up at him, and he nods.

you: yep yep, i'll see you. at the old café, right?

hwa: the only place birdie ♡

“done?” yeosang asks, finger still stroking your cheek. you nod, and he hums again, moving off the couch. he moves your head softly to the cushions where he just sat, walking over to the fridge. you never open it, watching as he grabs a blood bag.

yeosang is careful as he opens it. grabbing scissors specifically for this task, sliding it against the plastic. his hands move slow as he pours it into the small container. you never bother him as he does this, pupils dilated, locked in his own world. he never told you to not speak to him, but it felt like you couldn't interrupt the routine of his. he is already on edge whenever he does so.

you flick through the channels, until a loud splat pulls you from your surfing. you stand without thinking twice, running over to the kitchen. red covers the floor tiles, splattered against the fridge and covering the legs of the table. the harsh smell of blood fills your noise as you step back, running to the closet to grab his mop. yeosang grabs a paper towel when you come back with the device. just as you're about to help wipe it up he grabs the pole of it, stopping you in your spot.

“it's blood,” he whispers, eyes closed. “my pretty girl, would you mind going back into the living room?” his words are strained as he says it.

“yeosang-”

“now,” his eyes open, shifting to look at you. you’ve never seen his gaze look so odd. the wood cracks beneath his hold, his nose flared. you waste no time, grabbing your bag off the chair and running towards the exit. yeosang does not stop you, though you are sure he hears your frantic panting as you slip on your shoes, grabbing your coat before running out the apartment. leaving him alone to deal with the mess.

—

it's monday.

three days since you left yeosang alone.

you were petrified.

seeing yeosang that way, almost animalistic as he held himself from doing anything more – any reasonable person would be afraid, right? anyone would run from the situation entirely, not let it escalate further. this is not like a movie, you won't survive because of his adoration for you. you did not see his eyes because he hid them from you. but it wasn't a wild guess. he wasn't himself at that moment.

or, he was. it's just not something you've experienced yourself.

none of this is okay.

as you stare at your phone, his name appearing across the screen, a small heart next to his initials, your own aches. it isn't his fault, what happened. he did what he needed to do. you trusted him enough to control himself. to hold himself back from his own thoughts as the blood filled his nose. but right then, you weren't too sure. you were scared of yeosang.

admitting it only makes you feel worse.

you open his messages, several sent over the past few days.

i’m sorry.

i shouldn't feed when you're around, i made a mistake.

please answer my calls, dearest. please let me explain it to you.

i am afraid that you're afraid of me now.

i love you.

it hurts, reading them over and over. you haven't mustered the courage to listen to the voice-mails. you know yourself. you'd take off running to his apartment, not caring about your own feelings, soothing his own. it'll only lead to something like this happening again. and you're not sure you'll be able to accept the second time. or live, frankly.

“fuck you,” you murmur at yourself, holding your forehead in your hand. “call him, y/n. call him and let him speak to you.”

despite the words said aloud, despite the way your thumb hovers over the dial button, you close it completely. you grab your bag and bus card, locking the doors of your apartment.

you haven't told hongjoong what happened. he'd make sense, he'd tell you that if you're afraid now at something like blood spilling, it'd only get worse. you'll find yourself in a situation you wouldn't want. and he'd be right, partially. you will find yourself again, around him when an incident occurs. and you'll have to decide again, if you trust him enough to stay with him.

you step onto the bus, sending the driver a small smile as you scan your pass, sitting down.

yeosang explained to you simply at the time, to stay away from him when things like this happen. at that moment you weren't thinking, your over helpful nature taking over. it was your fuck up approaching him like that. but there will be times it will happen and he wouldn't be able to tell you to go away.

what then?

—

the door swings open before you get the chance to knock.

yeosang stands there. his clothing is barely on his figure, loosely thrown against his body haphazardly, barely leaving anything to throw imagination. blonde locks every which way, likely due to him running his fingers through it again and again. if it were possible for him to have eyebags you would have seen them, usually brown eyes slightly lighter in color. his eyes flick over you, his hand pulling the door open farther.

“my friend is over,” yeosang's voice is hoarse, blinking slowly. “i smelled you when you entered the building, but he didn't leave quickly enough. he'll be out of here soon.”

you hesitant to enter, already filled with anxiety from this encounter. yeosang's face breaks at the fear in your expression. there is nothing you can do to hide it – open book as always.

“his name is wooyoung, he's a vampire. he's a bit younger than i,” yeosang glances behind him. “but i trust him. he is one of few that i do.”

you trust yeosang. you do, aside from the fear. you nod simply, taking off your shoes and entering.

you spot the vampire packing up his things. he does not turn around as he does so, shoving items into his duffle bag. his appearance closely resembles yeosang's in stature, though he is a bit leaner, a black head of hair. he zips up the bag, throwing the strap on his shoulder as he turns. his beauty is not shocking from what you've experienced with yeosang. moles decorate his skin, slightly tan. his head tilts, eyes traveling over you.

it is not in appreciation.

“you are the human that frazzled yeosang,” his smile is bright and wide, though the warm greeting does not reach his eyes. “interesting that you are quite unremarkable.”

“another word of offense and i'll kill you myself,” yeosang murmurs, eyeing him from his spot near you. “leave, now.”

wooyoung rolls his eyes. “fine. but remember my words, hyung. i'll be around town for a while if you need me. goodbye, human girl. make sure to keep your window locked,” he steps past you, door slamming once he exits his apartment.

the air is solemn between the two of you. you don't blame his friend for insulting you, in fact, you'd probably do the same if places switched. but still, it did sting. quite painfully. you sit where his bag just was, looking down at your hands. it has never been awkward with him. you were able to solve simple arguments with ease this whole time. communication has never been your strong suit, but his ease of speaking helped you gain the confidence to speak up for yourself. though now, it seems as if all the progress has faltered.

“i should have warned you how i am when my mind shifts,” yeosang says softly. you watch as he sits at the kitchen island. he hasn’t looked away from you despite your hesitance to look at him in the eyes. “it was my fault that you ran away.”

“i should have left you alone. i slipped up.”

“you don’t have to blame yourself for this, y/n,” he shakes his head. “i haven’t been around humans this closely. i forget that you aren’t used to how i am when i’m hungry. i could have hurt you if you took my words for granted. i am thankful you listened when you did,” he admits, looking away. “i can control myself well, but i didn’t expect that scent to hit me so strongly. i messed up, you didn’t. you did the right thing.”

“i ignored you for days because i was scared. of you, of what you are,” you hate saying these words to him. you hate that you have to explain how you feel about it. but there’s no other way to continue if you don’t tell him. “it took me some time to let those feelings settle before i had the courage to even appear in front of you. your friend, wooyoung,” his eyes twitch at the name, but you continue. “i can tell he doesn’t like me. it makes sense, since i’ve ignored you for so long now. i’m sorry.”

“you don’t need to apologize, y/n.”

“but i want to. i want to because i can’t lose you, yeosang. i let myself dwell in my emotions again without telling you. i ran away from the problem instead of confronting it,” it is not something you’ve moved on from. “i did it again.”

“i would have went over to your home eventually,” he admits, a sly smile on his lips. “warning you beforehand, of course. but i was never going to let you slip away without an explanation. i know you care too much, and i know i care too much. neither of us would walk away from this without at least a few minutes of conversation exchanged. but,” he rubs the back of his neck. “are you still afraid of me? honesty, please.”

“i don’t know. right now, i’m okay with you being in the same room with me.”

“you haven’t looked at me since you’ve walked in, pretty girl.”

you look up from your hands. his brown eyes warm when they meet yours. you’re not afraid of this yeosang, of the sweet man in front of you. but you are somewhat scared of when he shifts into his feeding mindset. he stands, and you watch as he crouches in front of where you sit. yeosang brushes his fingers across your cheek, hands shaking, eyes flicking between yours rapidly. somewhere in your body is telling you that you should run away. But the look yeosang is giving you stops you from saying anything. he hesitates, touching the corner of your eyelid. Your eyes are moist, and you shiver under his grasp.

"how does it feel?" he asks softly.

"like I should push you away, like, like you're going to hurt me." you admit under your breath, eyes down. he leans, meeting your avoidance.

"i won't hurt you, pretty girl. i won't do anything to hurt you, please know that. do you trust me?"

you nod. he leans forward, eyes moving from yours to your lips. you clutch the chair underneath you, closing your eyes.

*are you scared of me?*

You're ripped from your thoughts, and you open your eyes. yeosang is centimeters away from your lips, his breath fanning your lips. you move one of your hands off from the chair, touching his chest. your fingers stretch out, feeling the smooth skin underneath them. you twist your fingers, trailing the curves of his muscle. your curiosity getting the best of you.

“y/n,” he breathes, chest rising and falling quickly. your mind is telling you to run, but you don't. not now. not after you're this close. you touch his adam's apple, and he gulps. he opens his eyes, their red gaze trained on yours. you stop, shocked at the change.

“i can't, i can't handle being this close to you without…” His words trail off, hands now on the back of your neck, playing with the small hairs. his hand seemed stuck in its place, not daring to move. “if you don't stop, i won't be able to stop myself from fucking you into the chair.”

you drop your hand from him, and he groans at the loss of contact, not moving. He lifts his free hand, touching your thigh. his hand travels up slowly, and you quiver, the warning signs gone within a moment. he stops at the zipper of your jeans. You close your thighs around his grasp, and his lips curve devilishly.

“do you want me to ?” he leans close, his lips brushing against the soft skin by your neck. he trails his tongue along the curve of your neck, biting lightly. “you taste so good.”

you lean into him, his lips moving up your neck, closer to yours. he smiles against your cheek, and you feel the corner of his lips touch yours. your grip on the chair tightens, almost impossibly so. he moves closer, their soft touch brushing against yours.

your eyes lock onto his, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. you know when he’s conflicted, the furrowed brows, the concerned gaze. often you could sense the conflict within him, the fear that something beyond his control might destroy the two of you. at that moment, none of it mattered.

“i want you to want me, y/n," his tone is desperate now, “please tell me you want me.”

his yearning hands in the air. your heart swells with a mix of emotions — desire, a bit of fear.

“i want you, yeosang.”

his lips smile against your skin, anticipation as his lips meet yours. his breaths are heavy, lip soft and cold. the chill sends a shiver down your body, but it is anything but discomfort. his tongue sliding against yours, cool temperature only making your body warm. his fingers hold the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. soon enough. when your fingers reach up, tighten in his hair in response he grunts and deepens the kiss, spurred on by your initiative. the deeper, heavier kisses pull ragged breaths out of you, and he only stops when he senses your loss of breath.

"I need more," he confesses, his lips and breath flowing over the back of your neck. a hand slips from the back of your neck, his tongue pushes into your mouth, moving earnestly as his other hand unclasps your bra. you moan into his lips as it releases. his cool fingers move down your back slowly, tracing the curve of your spine. the shiver causes you to pull away from his kiss. “already sound so pretty,” he whispers. his other hand lets go of your neck, both sliding along the line of your body, soft grip settling at your hips. his lips are greedy against your skin, light licks and pecks left in his wake. your hands are wrapped around him, holding him close. your legs tremble as he presses you forward into the couch, hovering above you. you can feel as he leaves a mark just off your neck, your fingers flexing, nails gripping his skin as you try to keep yourself steady.

he lifts you easily off the couch, lips against your neck as he guides you into his room. though this is your first time inside, he does not give you a chance to look around, moving over to the futon and laying you down. yeosang barely breaks the kisses between you as he leans over you. his soft hands move over your exposed breasts, gasps escaping your lips. you cover your mouth with the back of your hand to repress the moan that rises up when he kisses your sensitive nipple. your body writhes beneath him as he speaks.

"hands on my shoulders," he says, trailing kisses from your lips to your ear. "keep them there please, pretty girl."

you nod, unable to hold his stare as his gaze stays on you, his hand slipping under the waistband of your sweatpants. your breaths are heavier as his fingers slip between your thighs. he’s hesitant at first, index finger dragging along the lining of your underwear. he watches you carefully as he pulls it to the side, a finger slipping over your clit. your hands tense and you let out a plea of surprise and pleasure, covering your mouth as your eyes go wide. his finger slowly rubs your clit, coaxing warm moans from your lips. his movements are erratic; slower, faster, one finger slipping inside, two.

you're shivering under him, "yeo…"

"let go, pretty," his voice is sweet, “look at me when you do.” your eyes focus on him as best they can. there's a pleased hum that comes from him, your fingers and toes flexing as the pleasure that's been building the last few minutes peaks.

"y/n," yeosang mumbles, his breath tickling your neck. his lips drag across your skin, your chest throbbing in anticipation. You place your hands on his chest, pushing slightly. Despite your heart whining at the loss of contact,

"i want more of you, y/n," he says softly, “and that is so terrifying.”

he sighs, and you stop talking. he pulls your hand, guiding you towards him and letting you fall on top of him. his back is against the bed, his blonde hair scattered across. you hold yourself up with both of your arms, hovering above him. he closes his eyes, his hands gripping your hips softly.

"this desire to please you, it consumes me. i want you to want me the same. But," his fingers slowly dances up your waist, tracing your skin, "you may not ever feel the same as I."

he rolls over, and this time, he cages you beneath him. his pupils dilate, and he looks down at his chest, "if you could only know how hard my heart would beat for you.”.

his shirt drops to the side, and you gasp, seeing the scars that cover his chest. against his skin, the ridges curve and meet each other at odd angles. many are faded over time, but you can see a small glimpse of them. yeosang doesn’t say anything, letting you take in his body. the hurt. you reach out, finger ever so lightly tracing a more prominent one. yeosang sucks in a breath but doesn’t move his eyes from yours. he lets you follow the path. your eyes swell with tears, and he brushes one that falls from your eye.

“please don’t cry,” he says softly, “all of it is from long ago, i’m okay now.” you shake your head, bringing your fingers away from him.

“it looks so painful, yeosang. i’m so sorry.”

yeosang leans down, brushing his lips against yours. he breathes in your gasps, stroking your cheek as your tears fall. your eyes flutter as his tongue slides along your lower lip. his lips move from yours, slowly dragging across your shoulder. despite just moments ago when his fingers were inside of you, you cannot help but let embarrassment sink in as he observes you.

“i cannot believe you’re here in front of me. staring at me, willingly letting me see you,” he’s holding his weight up on his knees to keep it from crushing you. “what have i done to deserve you? who knew that you would allow me to see you in such a vulnerable state?”

“i am just a human, yeosang.”

with that he smiles, hand trailing down the curve of your torso. “divinity would faint underneath your gaze.” he moves closer to you, and you feel his bulge straining against his sweats. if you look close enough, you can see a small wet stain coating the outside of the fabric. his lips continue their slow descent down your body, light pecks each time he lifts up slightly. his hands press firmly into your hips, his nails leaving small indents.

you hesitantly reach out, letting your fingers drag through his hair. he shivers at your touch, eyes darkening as he lets his tongue trail. you clench your thighs at his approach, and he whispers onto your skin. inaudible, you ask him to repeat himself once more.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, finger dipping between your folds once before. It didn’t sound the same as before, but you couldn’t question him at the moment. your breath shakens, mind clouded with only him. he drags his middle finger slowly over your clit, enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to arouse you further. you sigh in frustration.

you begin to stroke his cock, nails scraping against his skin lightly. he leans his head into the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as your hand moves up and down his erection. yeosang stops your hand in place. he moves back away from you, kicking his slacks off his legs. you see the scars extend from his chest down his legs, and some disappearing onto his back. he sees the sadness in your eyes, and presses his lips between your brows.

“i’m okay,” he repeats, “i have you, pretty girl. i’m okay.” he wraps his arms around your torso, letting your heartbeat slow. he presses his lips to your forehead once more, before pushing you back down.

you look at him, the moonlight shining on his blonde hair, turning it into a more silver shade. he scared you before, an uneasy feeling each time you stood next to him. now, you couldn’t even remember how it felt.

yeosang looks down at his cock, his erection still prominent against his stomach. he looks back at you.

“you can still say no, and I will stop.”

he waits for your response patiently.

“i won’t say no,” you reply back, and he leans down. his cock presses against your cunt, slipping inside with a low pop. you moan, throwing your head to the side. the low moan that escapes his throat is otherworldly, his girth stretching you to your limits. every stroke to move further in has you gasping, his small whimpers barely heard over the sound of your wetness, his cool cock slipping through.

your hands reach out to touch his shoulders, and he leans closer to you, wrapping his arms around your torso. he holds you tight as his cock settles in you, his breaths shaky. you feel his hands wrap around your thighs and his body, forcing your cunt to pull him in deep. you widen your eyes as you feel his cock pulsate, almost shaking inside of you.

after you adjust to his size, he goes slow; long strokes moving in and out of your cunt at a leisurely pace.

yeosang pauses, “may i move faster?”

“please.”

he grins. he slams his cock into your cunt. you gasp, his strokes quick and deep. your muscles ache as he continues his relentless pace. fingers digging into his back, whimpers of pleasure falling from your lips.

“i love you.” you’re voice is barely above a whisper.

yeosang’s pace is already relentless, but when he hears those words fall from your lips, it’s like a switch flicked inside of him. he rears back, and slams. you squeeze tightly, and he rewards you with another slam, filling your whole completely. his pattern is erratic, moving quickly and dragging his cock along your cunt. it’s thick; you can feel every vein and lump that covers him.

the bed strains under his pace, forced away by the strength of his stroking. his lips press against your skin feverishly, his desperation to climax overwhelming. the quickness of his skin rubbing against yours, crotch smacking against you and grinding relentlessly will definitely have you sore in the morning.

yeosang pressing into you, your cunt pulsating as your nails tear the skin of his back. you yelp. the intense sensation of yeosang’s thrusts make you fall into your climax, your moans echoing around the room. your eyes flutter as he pulls you tight against him, and you feel his cock explode with cum strands hitting your walls.

you two sit there for a moment, until yeosang shifts, his body still hugging you but this time, laying on your side. his cock sits in you, slowly softening. he runs his fingers down your cheek, rubbing your skin softly. the temperature of his body pressing against yours is cool, your skin seeking his. he presses his lips to yours lightly.

"we should clean up before we sleep." you say into his skin, though unmoving.

"i'll take care of it." he says, covering you with a nearby blanket as he gets up.

-

he holds you closer to his body, breaths tickling the hairs on your neck. hours have passed, most filled with your combined sounds of pleasure. enough so that you’ve exhausted yourselves sheets in the washer, new ones beneath your freshly showered bodies. he didn’t leave you alone in there either - not that you wanted him to, of course. his stamina is endless, your flushed body against the wall as he pressed into you. the thought of it makes your body warm, legs wiggling slightly against his cool chest pressed against your back. his lips drag against your shoulder, soft kiss brushed against it.

“again?” he whispers. though you cannot see his face from this angle, you can hear the smile in his voice as he says the word.

your body aches at the thought. “yeosang, you’re insatiable.” you murmur, his arms wrapping around your center, pulling you closer into him.

“mm,” he agrees simply. “now that i’ve had you i’m not sure i can let you go that easily. and we have to christen my apartment.”

“that’s a bit blasphemous,” you snort, and he laughs. “what, i’m sure there’s at least a vampire afterlife of some sort.”

“unfortunately for me, pretty girl, if there is one, i doubt i will be experiencing it anytime soon.”

the conversation lulls after that, soft giggles and laughs filling the silence every few minutes or so. the anxiety of being around him before diminished into nothing. his chin rests on the top of your head, the rumbling of his throat as he hums vibrating against you.

“wooyoung wasn’t serious about what he said,” he says after a few minutes of silence. “he worries for me.”

“he should, he’s your friend.”

yeosang pauses for a moment, before continuing. “we were partners a long time ago.”

oh. a long time could mean so much more to him than to you, but you don’t dare interrupt, intrigued on what else he’s going to say.

“the last time it happened was about a little over a hundred years, give or take a few years. we’re well now, but in the beginning it was rough. we used each other for satisfaction every couple of decades. he came to my apartment today and mentioned our past,” yeosang’s fingers slightly tighten. “i told him i have you now. it didn’t upset him, but it did bewilder him. i’m not one to interact with humans the way that others do. i avoid your species completely, moreso out of fear of the unknown. i trust you, but i don’t trust any other human. i’ve only accepted you telling your friend because i have confidence in your decisions. if it were anyone else i’d vehemently deny it. but i digress - wooyoung will not bother you again. he may linger around my home every so often, but he’d never welcome himself into yours. we would need permission to enter, anyway.”

“do you still like him?” it is an awkward question to ask, but you’re curious. you don’t deny that yeosang has feelings for you, but you wonder if his feelings for wooyoung go beyond simply caring for a friend.

“not as you're thinking. i enjoy him being around as a friend. he brings out another side of me. but not as a partner or lover. i think we’ve grown past that part in our relationship. he seems to agree as well. and i do believe he has a partner of his own now.”

“so i have you to myself,” you grin. he cannot see it from the angle you’re resting, but he chuckles, body vibrating to the sound.

“was there ever any room for uncertainty?” he presses his lips against your hair, “are you reassuring yourself because of wooyoung, or our meeting with seonghwa coming up soon?”

how decipherable are your emotions?

“a bit of both. i want us to be okay before anything else is decided. bringing someone into a situation that isn’t stable would hurt us all. and seonghwa is my best friend,” you whisper, “i can’t hurt him again.”

“will you tell him about me?” he asks.

“i would have to if we’re all going to be in this. i can’t keep any secrets from him. and i’m sure he’ll figure it out almost immediately. he picks up on small things quickly.”

“you didn’t,” he teases.

“i just thought you were a freak,” you murmur, a gasp spilling from his lips. “nothing wrong with that!”

“and yet you stayed,” he points out.

you turn around, his hold loosening as you do so. your body faces him, hand reaching up, tracing the lining of his face. you cannot imagine yourself without him now, your identities too entwined for you to separate without hurting each other in the long run. there is little that would have made you leave him.

“yeosang,” your tone is softer, decorated with your complicated feelings. his name holds so much in your mouth each time you say it, a confession, maybe. there is little to separate the two of you — the space between your bodies unseen at first glance. his hand reaches to cup the shape of your face, thumb resting at the corner of your lips. how easy your heart picks up at the simplest touch.

“you torture me,” his lids are heavy, teeth digging into his lip. “i know you tease but my mind wanders.”

“to?”

“i cannot look at you, be with you, think about you, without love. i never really yearned or envied humans before. your lives cave out such a small amount of time it felt insignificant to desire such an existence. and yet i rest with you here, holding a breath that is neverending, afraid of leaving you. my love for you will cause me to crumble and i will never not be thankful.”

his finger catches a tear that falls down your cheek, “if it were only feasible to be with you until the end, pretty girl.”

#fic: from eden #yeosang x reader #kang yeosang x reader #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez fluff

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 8

While almost getting caught seemed to deter Jim from wanting to go out spying, it didn’t bother Becky in the least. At the very next opportunity, she begged her dad to go out with her again, but Jim refused. Fortunately for Becky, there was more than one willing cock available to her. “I’ll go!” Tom volunteered. “I mean, I know I’m not dad or anything, but don’t forget it was me who got you into this in the first place.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I know I’ll never be able to thank you enough,” Becky said, giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. “But come on, mom won’t be gone forever and I want to be here when she gets back.” With a touch of remorse and more than a bit of apprehension, Jim watched his kids rush outside, both clad in their special dark clothing. He knew that he should stop them, that what they were doing was dangerous, but he also knew that spying was the most exciting thing in the world, especially when it was shared with family. Tom knew all about his sister and father nearly getting caught, and he was anxious to get a look at Diane so they headed right to her house. But when they got there, the lights in the living room were on, and the bedroom with the sliding glass door was dark.

They waited for a few minutes, hoping Diane might show up. But both Tom and Becky knew that their time was precious so when nothing happened, they took off again, this time hurrying toward the sexy older blonde with the orgy room.

Through the weeks of their spying, they had discovered that the blonde was always good for a show. It seemed she was always fucking and seldom with the same men. At home they made jokes about her, wondering how she made her living when it seemed she was always fucking. From down the alley they could see that, as usual, her light was blazing. They took up their usual spots in the vacant lot across the alley from her bedroom, and settled down for some good hot looking.

Tonight the blonde was entertaining a young boy. He looked a little familiar to Becky, and she wondered if he was in one of her classes at school. If he was, she knew she’d never paid much attention to him. He was nothing special to look at but when her eyes swept down from that semi-familiar face to his cock, she gasped. The nerd had a mega-cock!  The boy was on his back, naked on the bed. The buxom blonde wore a black garter belt and black stockings as she knelt on the bed beside him, her hand running up and down the incredible shaft of his cock.

“Now you just relax, Bobby,” the woman said. “You’re going to love this, trust me. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t like?”

“No-nooo,” the boy croaked, his voice breaking with his nervousness.  Across the alley Tom and Becky stared. Then they noticed that not only the curtains but also the window itself was open, bringing the blonde’s lusty words to them. “Great, now we can hear ‘em, too!” Tom whispered.  He spoke quietly, aware that if he and Becky could hear them, they could her him and Becky if they weren’t careful. Getting caught sounded exciting when it happened to someone else, but Tom wasn’t too keen on putting himself in that kind of danger. “Remember to be quiet,” he reminded his sister.

“I know,” Becky said indignantly. “I’ll be more careful this time, don’t worry.”

The moans of the prone boy reached their ears and made the teenagers twist with their own young lust. Then the blonde leaned forward, her tits hanging down, and closed her painted red lips around the head of Bobby’s prick. His cries changed when she engulfed his prick-tip.  Easily the woman took all of his long cock and then pulled back and then took it again, moving with a slow, fluid rhythm. She ate and released the many inches of his cock as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Becky watched intently and swallowed. Neither her brother nor her father had a cock the size of this kid’s, and she had yet to master their pricks. She couldn’t imagine taking something like this. The boy jerked and shuddered, his cock suddenly exploding in the woman’s mouth.  His body was taut with release, the cords in his neck standing out as he tossed his head back and writhed in pleasure.

Becky and Tom could see the blonde’s throat working as she gulped down his thick load. While she ate his cream, she kneaded his balls, making sure she got everything. Then, even after the boy quit moving and she quit swallowing, she kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it as eagerly as ever. “S-s-sorry I came so fast,” the boy said shakily, trying to get up. But the blonde threw one leg across him and kept him pinned to the bed. Her mouth was still tight around his cock, and she looked up at him with eyes that told him to stay put. “But I came already,” he whined. “You can stop now, I...”

A dark-haired woman stood. She was naked except for a pair of high-heeled pumps which she kicked off after walking over toward the bed.  “Mom!” the boy cried, struggling more vigorously against the blonde who continued to suck his prick. “What are you doing here?”

“I got tired of paying Brenda to fuck you and that big horny cock of yours all the time so I thought I’d drop by for a little fun myself.” Becky and Tom looked at each other in shock. This was better than anything they had ever hoped for!

“Can you imagine our mom saying that?” Tom snickered.

“Not in a million years,” Becky replied. “I don’t know how dad stands it.”

Bobby’s mom crawled up onto the bed with him and brought her head near to his. Her face hovered above him and she smoothed back his hair as she looked down at him tenderly. “It hasn’t been easy since your father left,” she said to her son. “And watching you grow up and get big, well, pardon me if I forget I am your mother.”

“Jesus!” Tom gasped as he watched the woman plaster her mouth to her son’s and give him a kiss the likes of which neither boy had ever seen before. The woman bore down on her son, her mouth covering his completely. She twisted her lips this way and that, as if she wanted to screw herself right to her child by the mouth. Her long, painted nails held him by the ears, making it impossible for him to get away. While the one woman plastered her mouth to his, the other kept up her vicious cock-sucking. As they worked him over, his struggles became less urgent and soon his motions were more the soft, subtle ones of pleasure rather than the violent ones of escape. “This is too much,” Tom said, freeing his cock from the prison of his jeans. “Two women at once—what more could a guy want?” Becky reached for her brother’s prick, but he was too caught up in watching Bobby and the women to notice. He just turned back to face the window, his face set in a lewd smirk, leaving Becky with an extended, but empty, hand. She withdrew her hand, unzipping her own jeans and touching the wet, silky crotch of her panties. If Tom was going to be satisfied with his own hand, then she could be too. She rubbed her bumpy cunt-mound gently, excitement coursing through her veins. Like they were watching television or a movie, Becky and her brother stared fixedly at the women and the boy in the room. At last Bobby’s mother turned him loose and the boy panted for air, his thin chest heaving with the effort of breathing. His mother smiled down at him and again caressed the side of his face. Then, quickly, she whirled herself around so that she was straddling his head, her pussy just a few inches from his startled face.

“Brenda tells me you’re a very good cuntlapper,” she said, bobbing her cunt up an down so that her dark bush brushed against his lips. “Well let’s see if these lessons I’ve been paying for have taught you anything!”

Bobby let out a yelp and then his mother plunged her pussy down on top of his face, covering his mouth completely with the dripping meat of her cunt. She rolled her head back and gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt tight against his young face. By then the juices of Becky’s cunt had saturated her thin panties and they offered no more of the delightful stimulation she had previously enjoyed. She jerked the crotch to one side and let her fingertips go after her bare cunt-flesh.  With the tips of all her fingers flattened together, Becky rubbed her cunt, smearing around the juices that ran from her inner reservoir. She was on her knees now, as was her brother, and they both swayed drunkenly as they played with themselves.

Tom had flipped his balls out over the open zipper of his pants and he cupped them in one hand while he jacked his cock with the other. He sometimes held them up tight around the base of his prick, squeezing them just right. Other times he massaged them between his fingers, working them back and forth.

Becky’s fingers ran down and over the curve of her pussy, their tips automatically falling into the open gash of her cunt. She took three fingers inside of her and bobbed her cunt up and down on them, her semi-naked ass working out and in to make her pussy fuck at her fingers.

“Oh, yes, darling, do me just like that,” Bobby’s mother sighed from atop his face. The boy had given in to his seductress, and he must have been fucking her pussy with his tongue very well for her sighs of satisfaction rang out in the night.

Becky and Tom each fingered themselves a little faster as they watched the mother getting off on her son’s mouth and tongue. At the other end of the boy, nearly forgotten by the onlookers, Brenda at last pulled her face from the boy’s prick and gave her tired jaws a rest. Then she moved herself around and, much to the boy’s surprise, climbed aboard his up-thrusting prick. “Yes, Brenda, yesss! Let’s fuck him together!  Let’s fuck him and fuck him and fuck him! Ahhh!”

Bobby’s body tried to buck the woman on his cock up while he ate the other one out, but it was too difficult. He flopped around beneath them like a fish out of water and at last Brenda spoke, her voice like satin. “Don’t worry honey, just relax and do your mommy, I’ll do all the work back here.” She began to buck herself slowly, moving in waves of sexual delight. She now faced the woman sitting on Bobby’s face and soon she reached out for her and the two women embraced, the boy laboring beneath them.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe it!” Tom grunted, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. “He’s fuckin’ both of them! Fuck! Where do I sign up?”

Becky giggled at her brother’s eagerness, but she had to admit that the scene turned her on like crazy too. And when the two women started to kiss and feel each other up, Becky felt her cunt lurch. She’d never seen two women get it on before, and she found the sight strangely erotic. The girl watched intently as the women ran their fingers up and down the front of each other’s body. Bobby’s mother was obviously older than Brenda, and nowhere near as beautiful, but she still looked good to Becky.

Together they cupped and smashed each other’s tits, their hips still moving with fucking motions over Bobby. What no one but Bobby was aware of was the way Brenda was working over his cock with the skilled muscles of her cunt. His prick was already threatening to erupt from the controlled way she fucked him on the inside as well as on the outside of her luscious body.

Bobby reached down blindly and caressed her stockinged legs, loving the way the taut fabric hugged her thighs. His fingers also touched his mother’s legs and he was shocked that her body would be so close to Brenda’s. What was going on up there? he wondered.

Becky and Tom knew what the two women were up to, and it was a sexy sight indeed. They each leaned forward and rubbed their sweaty tits together, the fronts of their bodies slithering against one another erotically.

For a moment Tom had to stop jacking on his cock. The two women were making him come too fast so he held off for a while, letting his rising come calm back down. But Bobby was not as able to control his own destiny. Almost as quickly as he had come before, his cream again jetted from the open tip of his prick, this time filling Brenda’s pussy instead of her mouth.

“Oh yeah, give it to me, come on, give it to me,” she said sexily, her words helping to drain his balls.

“Shit!” Tom grunted, grasping his bobbing cock again with both hands.

“I gotta come too!” Becky was in the same state, but she was just not as vocal about it. She manhandled her clitty and jammed three fingers up into her pussy over and over again as she watched this mini-orgy.  Cream poured from her pussy-hole and made her finger-fucking wet and juicy.

It was as if the orgasm Bobby had enjoyed spread right through him into the body of his mother. For just as Brenda made the boy cream and then fell off his withering prick, the mother began to cry and then gave a shudder as if her body might break apart. She thrust her coming cunt down against her son’s face more violently than ever as her orgasm tore through her. She shimmied and gasped, her body pitching forward and then tossing backward. At last she too fell from the exhausted boy and landed tangled together with Brenda. The sultry blonde moaned and gently moved around until Bobby’s mother’s face was very near to Brenda’s cream-filled cunt.

“Oh no, she wouldn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Oh God!”

But in an instant it became clear to the young voyeurs that she certainly would. As if she were starving, she pounced on Brenda’s pussy, vacuuming out her son’s jism. “Oh! Ohhh!” Becky moaned, her cunt trembling as she watched the woman-to-woman sex. Becky had never imagined something like this would turn her on so powerfully. But her cunt pulled itself tight around her fucking fingers and then exploded, pulsing around her fucking hand as she continued to pound herself with it.

“You’re not kiddin’!” her brother grunted in agreement, his cock hosing down the bushes around them. From the corner of her eye Becky could see the white stream of her brother’s ejaculation. For an instant she was torn, not knowing which was the more erotic sight, one woman eating the other or her own brother coming off. Then she made her choice and turned her full attention to Tom. On the bed in the house, Bobby rolled onto one side and watched the two women go at each other.

For many minutes, the three teenagers looked on in awe as the adults writhed in extreme lust. Bobby reached out to touch his mother, fingering her cunt as she sucked his cream from the bowl of Brenda’s pussy. Outside in the darkness, Becky and Tom tingled with the many more orgasms they knew they could have.

But then Tom took a look at his watch and shook his sister gently by the shoulder, bringing her out of her trance. “Hey!” he whispered. “I think we better go. It’s about time for mom to get home. If we wanna be there first, we’re gonna have to get a move on.”

Her eyes still on the window, Becky nodded. Still staring at the incredible sight of the continuing orgy, she shimmied back into her jeans and ran her fingers through her hair. Tom got to his feet first and offered his sister a sweaty hand. With a smile she let him help pull her to her feet and the two of them ran back down the alley, racing to see who could get home first.

[thinkingofausername]

Pairing BG3 companions

I made every possible pairing and how I think they would look.

(this is just my opinion and i'm still fairly new to bg3 and i have yet to thoroughly meet the characters so there's probably inaccuracies but this is all in good fun)

Astarion:

+Shadowheart = banter, sassiness, sexiness, BIG issues with opening up, enemies to lovers trope

+Gale = canonically compete and have a hilarious grudge against each other, also canonically hilarious when irritated, beneath the comedic duo is a gorgeous romance (neither experienced genuine love, just use and abuse), canonically both are devoted lovers

+Karlach = beautiful gorgeous precious, she would adore and protect him and he could never hurt her, perhaps better as platonic but either way very nice

+Wyll = definitely Astarion teasing Wyll for being a "noble fairytale prince", perhaps stemming from Astarion's grudge about never being saved and then ironically being with a savior, Wyll would be very patient and kind and it would piss Astarion off before he had a breakdown about it

+Lae'zel = possibly the toughest combo, Astarion might like her spiciness but i'm honestly not sure what would get her to warm up to him, they're both survivors tough, under Astarion's prissiness is someone who's gone through many hardships and so has Lae'zel so trauma bonding might be possible, they could also bond about their regrets about hurting people in the past, i could see some mutual respect there some day

Shadowheart:

+Gale = don't know how to explain but this just makes sense, they would look like an obvious couple, definitely bonding about being devoted to people who never deserved their loyalty, they'd also hilariously sass at people

+Karlach = beautiful gorgeous yes, sexy girl power and all but jokes aside very precious, i mean we do remember Shadowheart's first comment towards Karlach right?, Shadowheart would definitely be receiving princess treatment

+Wyll = gorgeous couple, i can see Shadow snarking at people and Wyll sending apologetic looks but she would be very soft with him in private, he would definitely have her guard down and cherish her

+Lae'zel = no idea how to explain but Katara and Toph vibes??, the tough girl and the princess, they've got guts the both of them, they'd be badass, just two hot girlfriends judging everyone

Gale:

+Karlach = precioussssssss, they'd be so good to each other, they're both such good companions and lovers, they'd protect and cherish each other very much

+Wyll = Wyll's duty and fairness and Gale's devotion? their full devotion to their lovers? their hearts entirely in the romance? yeah i could see them being sickeningly sweet husbands

+Lae'zel = see this i think would be pretty iconic, the loving wizard and his warrior wife, he'd be so nice to her and she could heal and learn so much

Karlach:

+Wyll = oh we knowwwwww this is top tier, the prince of the group and the most precious woman on earth, obviously perfect for each other

+Lae'zel = Karlach would hug and tease the hell out of her and she would grumble so much, they'd be pretty cool and sweet at the same time

Wyll:

+ Lae'zel = yes, yes this could work, kind of similar to Gale and Lae'zel in the sense that Wyll would be very kind to her and she'd be baffled and caught off guard, i can see her changing a lot as the relationship goes on, she'd probably eventually be a bit softer and nicer, maybe a little less murdery, but obviously still cool

#bg3 #shipping #romance #astarion #shadowheart #gale dekarios #karlach #wyll #lae'zel #hcs #tropes #fluff

[macsimagines]

i beg of you. spare some crumbs for a mochi fan? hardly anything for him in this fandom. sfw or nsfw or both if you feel like but please

On god I feel like I've done this but ill do some more because you're right he has no content.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW

Yandere!Kanji Mochizuki

You're everything to him. You're so pretty and beautiful and kind and he adores you. You just don't know it yet...

He didn't mean to start stalking you, it just happened that way. You asked him for directions, not realizing he was a gang member clearly up to no good and he was just being a gentleman, escorting to were you needed to be, and now he does that every time he can.

You live in the same territory as Tenjiku so its his job to make sure you're ok. His sacred duty. And its your own damn fault for having smiled at him and thanked him so sweetly...

Probably shows up all the time to talk to you. Probably makes demands of you that leave you a little worried. "Need to gimme yer number so I can find out where you are."

This goes on for weeks and then one day out of the blue he just proclaims himself your man. "Of course I'm gonna keep walkin' you home. Your my woman, and I'm yer man. Right?"

You're too scared to refuse him. You've seen what he's capable of and something about the look in his eyes tells you not to argue...

NSFW

He doesn't mean to leave bruises he just can't control his own strength but he doesn't try to hurt you. In fact he does take extra care to be gentle with you. You're his princess and he doesn't want to hurt you.

Really like lingerie. Won't ever admit it or ask you to wear it but he really does loooove how sexy you look in any kind. The dainty babydolls that make you look so precious, the pure white sets that make him see you as an angel straight from heaven, the red and black ones with those tight straps that make him want to ruin and wreck you.... He might have a fetish.

Loves blowjobs, but doesn't want to hurt you. He's a BIG BOI so he's super scared of choking you. Tries really hard not to thrust in your mouth, but god does he love the sounds you make when you struggle to fit him in. He's caught between the pleasure and guilt.

Back to lingerie, if you're wearing a set is when he likes to eat you out the most. You're so pretty and perfect baby, you should be rewarded for being such a good girl~!

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere kanji mochizuki #yandere mochi

[valiantstarlights]

Your work is so good and definitiely brightens up my day!

How do you think personal trainer Dream would react to finding out that Hob has to leave the country for an extended period of time due to work?

Would Hob be limping on his way to the airport? and be spoiled by random care packages (and other packages iykwim) from his clingy and insanely horny boyfriend? Sexy videocalls with heartfelt longing?

ALSO AWAITING YOUR VAMPIRE AU WITH BATED BREATH. THE ROMANCE OF DREAM CROSSING OCEANS OF TIME TO BE WITH HOB

Aww, thank you! 🖤 I'm glad I made your day brighter. 😊

And omgggg the Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU (a.k.a. Lord Dimitrescu!Dream AU) 🔥 I said I'll post the first chapter this week, but RL happened, and...👀 But the first chapter is complete! (I had it typed down and everything before I even wrote the prologue 😂) I just have to find the time to edit it. 😊

Okay, so about personal trainer!Dream being informed by Hob that he has to leave for an extended(!!!) period of time because of work stuff.

Honestly, my first thought is that Dream would drop everything and go with Hob wherever he's going because he's insane like that. 😂 But no! He's an adult. He has responsibilities.

Watch him become a sulky mess anyway and be more clingy than usual. He knows Hob has to go, and he won't try to dissuade him from leaving, but that doesn't mean he's happy that Hob has to leave. He can be supportive and mopey at the same time.

Like, Hob is an amazing person! Of course he deserves all the best career opportunities. 🔥 In fact, anyone would be lucky to be in his presence. Dream is just sad that, for the next few weeks/months, he won't be one of those lucky people. 🥺

During this time, I think Hob would also be clingy with Dream. He's nervous about the job assignment, living in a foreign country for a while, and he's very much not looking forward to being away from his boyfriend whom he loves, and who loves him just as much.

The night before Hob leaves, Dream is going to fuck him so good and slow that Hob would always blush at the memory of it, even months later.

And you know Dream would personally drive Hob to the airport and stay with him until Hob's plane absolutely has to leave. The other people in the airport will know just how much Hob is loved by his boyfriend because Dream is going to be so schmoopy and give him sweet, longing kisses while cupping his face in his hands like he's something precious. People will think that they're filming a romantic movie, and highkey want what they're having. 👀👌

And Dream sending care packages??? Yes.

Hob will receive the sweet care packages like, every couple of days. They're filled with (healthy and delicious) energy-boosting snacks, scented candles for relaxation, tea blends that Hob likes...just, all the things. (Maybe even a couple of Dream's shirts, because Hob misses him so much and his bed in this foreign land feels so empty 😭)

The other teachers in the conference/retreat/teacher exchange program(?) will see him always being sent care packages and be like, "Wow, your spouse is really going all out, huh?"

And Hob is like, "He's not my husband yet..." and then going blushy because Dream...as his husband... 🥰🥰🥰

The other people in the room will notice him openly daydreaming and be like, "Professor Gadling? Hello? No, I think we've lost him."

And of course Dream and Hob will video call each other daily. And after the spouse comment, I imagine the call will go something like:

Hob: I received the latest care package you sent me! 🥰 The other teachers said you're really going all out, but they referred to you as my spouse.

Dream, fiddling with the engagement ring he bought ages ago out of sight of the screen: Imagine that. 🥰

And Hob can't say, 'I did! I daydreamed about being married to you for like an hour straight, and I totally missed what everyone said during that time,' because that might sound too much for Dream to handle (spoiler: it's not), so he just says, "I'm so happy you're my boyfriend. 🥰 I never felt so loved in my life."

And then Dream will be totally normal about that and it will be all he thinks about until Hob returns. But he will return the sentiment, and add that Hob is the only one he wants to love for the rest of his life.

Dream: I...hope that's not too forward of me to say.

Hob, already crying: If you say that, then I should also tell you that when the other teachers said you were my spouse, I daydreamed for an entire hour imagining our life together. So...😭 Sorry if that's too much. 🥺

Dream, a feral bastard barely restraining himself from booking a plane ticket and proposing to Hob as soon as he lands: No, not at all. You know how much I love you.

Hob, crying harder: I love you too 😭

And that's pretty much the only time they didn't have phone sex during this period, probably. 😂

As for spicy care packages, realistically, I don't think Dream will send them? 👀 Because the packages are inspected, and Hob could get in trouble. However, that's not to say that Hob doesn't have toys with him. It's just that he probably already had them in his luggage when he left. 😂

I think the toys that Hob brought with him are all very discreet and travel-friendly, though. And most days, they're definitely not enough, because he got spoiled by the size of Dream's cock and his scorching touches back home. But he can do nothing about it because he doesn't want either of them to get in trouble. So he just has to satisfy himself with what he has.

That doesn't stop him from whining that he wishes Dream were there to fuck him in person when they have video call sex, though. He would be plunging his own fingers in and out of his hole, tiny bullet vibrator against his cock, crying that it doesn't feel the same as when Dream does it to him. Hob does gets to cum every time they have video call sex, but it's mainly due to Dream's lustful voice praising him for being so good and obedient, and how he can't wait for Hob to get back so they could start training his hole again, which has tightened up considerably when they parted 😏 Can Hob even take Dream's cock when he returns? Or will they have to go back to thigh and titfucking?

Suffice to say, their phone sex sessions test Dream's self-control about booking a flight to where Hob is and giving him everything that he wants. 😂

Hob is gonna be so tight when he returns, and Dream is looking forward to training him again. 😏

When Hob is finally(!!!) scheduled to return, Dream clears out a week of his schedule. He doesn't fucking care. Hob has been gone for (what feels like) ages. And his siblings, having witnessed how mopey he became almost as soon as Hob's plane left the ground, are like, "Yeah. Have the week off. Heck, have two weeks off. Just get out of here with your sad cat looks."

(Dream takes the two weeks off.)

And then he's off to fetch Hob from the airport.

I don't think Dream would have a huge welcome banner or balloons, but he'll for sure have a bouquet that will mean something like, 'I went insane when you were gone and I'm so glad you're back because I can't live a single day without you.'

And once again, the people in the airport will think that Dream and Hob are filming a romantic movie because Hob will run excitedly towards Dream, and Dream will speedwalk towards Hob like he's competing in the Olympics, and when they collide, Dream will lift Hob up in an embrace as they kiss like long lost lovers.

Then, once they're home, Dream will prove to Hob (for two weeks) that actual sex is better than video call sex. 😏

And just when they're about to sleep, Hob would confess that this is one of the things he missed the most when they were apart: him falling asleep next to Dream. He'll say he missed being held safe in Dream's arms, and pressing his ear against Dream's chest to hear his heartbeat, while feeling Dream's breath ruffle his hair.

Dream will once again be extremely normal about this, and shower Hob with kisses. He's thinking if he should pull some strings with his academic contacts, to make sure that, in the future, Hob will have more control over where his work will take him, and for how long. Because while he wants Hob to be by his side 24/7, ultimately, it's Hob who gets to decide how much time he'll spend where.

(And of course, Hob will always choose to be with Dream. 🥰)

#personal trainer dream AU #ask and you shall receive #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs #it is important to me that they're insane about each other but in a healthy manner 😂 #anyway I want what they're having ✨️ #also tagging this as #vampire dream soulmate AU #lord dimitrescu dream AU

[swampstew]

Day 10 ~ DP Pairings

Title: DP Pairings Word Count: 18+ only, Spicy, DP, consent very much implied, MxFxM and FxMxF pairings, sexy toys, bdsm, penetration, m!n0rs DNI you will be blocked

Pairings: Zoro & Sanji; Kid & Killer; Robin & Boa

Last DNI/CW warning buffer

Zoro and Sanji compete who can get you off the most.

It doesn't happen often but sometimes Zoro and Sanji eye the same woman at the same time and they both try to win over her affections - often leading to squabbling and literal dick measuring competitions in front of said woman.

If they manage to convince her to stay and overlook their childish competitiveness, they are capable of putting aside their differences and cooperating for the sake of a beautiful woman. That was the real upside for her anyways considering the men did in fact voice their childish competitiveness while they were both inside of her.

"I'm gonna make her clench on my cock so hard she can't unclench cause that's how a real man takes care of a woman, lousy cook!" Zoro snaps

"You damn mosshead! Everyone knows you're supposed to make her flutter to completion not clench like they're dying on your cock!"

The woman doesn't typically care how she comes so long as she does. And they both rip orgasm after orgasm out of her from their efforts. And they both go through a lot of effort to keep her creaming repeatedly until the sun rises.

Zoro uses her holes like a sleeve, tightening her own hold over him as he was inside her by pushing her hips and thighs tightly or squeezing her throat and jaw as she took his large cock. Somehow both gentle so as not be painful on the body, yet also firm in how he handled her to mold around him, to accommodate his girth. His head is quite sensitive so he often edges himself by putting special focus on it. He can pull out for a woman if that's what she wants, but he's not opposed to finishing inside.

Sanji was a much sweeter lover, taking his time with how he took the sweet lady. He always gets to sample a woman's pussy first so he can deliver a buffet of options for how he'll eat her out. He loved getting a woman so worked up that he can bottom out on the first try and it works 9/10 times. Sanji slides in slowly so as not to hurt his precious but he is also impatient and ready to let his true perverted nature take over. He always finishes down a throat, he is considerate after all and he has a good diet, his taste reflects it.

After a night with the two of them, most women come out alive having cum harder in their lives than they can remember. They can't remember how many they had, feeling blessed that they could walk at all after the interaction. The two pirates always leave arguing over the count of orgasms they pulled from her. No one will ever know the true number.

Kid and Killer rail you while knocking fists.

Oh boy. So Kid and Killer found a woman they're attracted to. And once again, they both zeroed in on the same woman. Don't worry, she's in very capable hands but uh, she most definitely won't walk away from the experience the way Zoro and Sanji leave a woman behind.

The two like to play predator/prey, circling in on a woman and flirt up a storm, getting closer as they share drinks with her, exchanging laughs and compliments, hanging off each other as the haze of tipsiness and horniness builds before finally propositioning a woman to a night with them both.

They're both good looking and can always pull from any place they venture into, whether its paid by the hour or a willing citizen. They may be fierce and killer pirates but they can separate work and pleasure. Bringing a woman to a rented room, Kid and Killer want privacy and space.

Kid and Killer always start separately, a toss of the coin deciding who gets to go first, the other can watch. Once it gets going, there is nothing that can stop them.

Kid loves to fill as many holes as he can at once, he will fuck you with his fingers, cock and tongue all at once and add in metal objects if the woman was into that too(not many are). He is all about domination in bed, especially a one night stand shared with his good buddy. He's only allowed to finish once before Killer gets a turn so he likes to edge, tease and prolong orgasm for himself, which is both a blessing and curse to the woman he's with, being taken past the point of overstimulation and being quite literally fucked dumb. When he is ready to come, he loves to jerk off on her body, see her covered in him, have Killer fuck her with his seed coating her body.

Killer is a lot more attentive and WAY MORE generous with a woman's needs, putting all his focus on making them cum as much as possible before taking them with his cock. Begging him for it. After he's inside, he goes off, fucking them into oblivion with fast and hard strokes, the only breaks they get is when he needs to adjust his position to angle his cock better. He won't stop until he cums and he actually enjoys finishing on a woman's entrance, pulling out just before he comes inside, spurting ropes of cum on their vulva, clit and pelvis. Ownership.

After the second round is completed, Kid and Killer like to tag team, taking a woman from both ends. Kid usually starts with a woman's pussy and switch to her mouth but he prefers pussy. Killer starts with mouth and ends with being inside her ass. More often than not, they end an encounter with a woman sitting on Killer's lap with his cock stuffing her ass and Kid's cock is plugging up her pussy, both working together to keep her body straight and her legs spread open to allow them both in.

Her head will be falling back, only the whites of her eyes visible from the overwhelming sensations and pleasure, wanting to come over and over again but also feeling so overstimulated she might explode. Kid and Killer snicker at the fucked out expression and sneak a hand fist to one another. In the morning both pirates are gone and she finds herself limping out of the room, body filled with large hickies and bite marks from the encounter. She may be sore but damn if they weren't a powerhouse of great sex.

Robin and Boa teaching a rude boi a lesson.

Robin and Boa met on a random encounter and enjoyed each others company. It was hysterical to them when a man tried to flirt with one, got gently shot down and tried to shoot his shot with the other right in front of them. Boa was incensed at the audacity while Robin was amused more than anything. They caught each other's eyes and Robin gave her a mischievous smile. Boa's interest was piqued.

That's how the man found himself erect and in his boxers in front of the women, eyes wide as dinner plates as he took in their naked bodies. How the fuck did he land two gorgeous babes like them you ask? Well, its actually them who landed him and they were going to make him their good little sub.

They take turns pressing their bodies against his own, ghosting fingers and breasts down his body, naughty touches against his painfully erect cock, the whispers of amazing orgasms in his ear. The man moans, he'll do anything they want if he can just taste them.

Anything? That's exactly what they wanted to hear and they give each other a knowing look. Robin asks if he would mind being tied up? Anything you want darling. She leaves him with his hands and ankles tied together. He is left kneeling on the floor with his tied hands raised above him like he was praying in front of Robin.

Boa pulls out a trunk of toys she always keeps on her when travelling. From inside she pulls out two strap-ons. One is a glossy, jelly purple dildo; the other a pastel pink with an extra prosthetic that aimed for the clitoris and anus. The man eyes the devices and takes a huge gulp but knows he gave consent to anything, a shiver running down his spine in excitement. Always read the fine print.

They were not gentle by any means but they weren't merciless. They just did good ole fashioned degradation and humiliation of their sub while Robin created additional hands to heighten everyone's pleasure. Boa and Robin got off thrice as much as their sub because they were teaching him why men deserve less.

The women were a sight to behold. Large breasts defying gravity as they bounced against the blooming hands teasing their clits and penetrating their holes. Their orgasmic noises like a chorus of angels singing hallelujah.

Then they look at their sub sinfully as they ride the waves of their last orgasm. One blooming hand begins to increase the pressure and pace on the sub's cock as Robin's strap on demands entrance on his lips; Boa's strap on lubed and already edging into his asshole. They sink into him at the same time and he lets out a grunt of satisfaction, guttural groaning ripped from him as the two women slammed into him from opposite sides, Robin's blooming limbs pinching, rubbing and penetrating all their bodies to heighten the pleasure. They allow the sub to finally cum and even give him the grace of cumming on one of them - but he shakes his head frantically. He got the lesson they instilled in him and as much fun and pleasure as he had, he wanted the fuck away from the two devil women who had both made him cum out of his mind but also made him find god.

Boa and Robin share a joint, laughing as the man hobbles out of the room. "That was fun. Want to do that again sometime?" Robin smiles at Boa. Boa nods enthusiastically, "I agree but I'm not done with you yet Nico Robin."

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#raven's bingo board #eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #creative writing #swampstew stories #swampstew #fanfic #one piece #one shot #cw breed #eustass kid x you #kid pirates #one piece eustass kid #kinktober 2022 #raven's halloween party #nico robin #robin one piece #roronoa zoro #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #vinsmoke sanji #op zoro #op sanji #blackleg sanji #strawhats #one piece killer #massacre soldier killer

[egg-emperor]

Yess I really like Modern Egg x Classic Egg.😍😍😍 It fits perfectly with his narcissism. I mean what better mate for him could there be for him other than himself? Who else could match such a superior being?🥚👬🥚

yesss modern Egg x classic Egg is actually the real otp. it's a fact that there's nobody else Eggman could love like he loves himself. and it's the hottest because no other character is hotter, so doubled is perfect. Eggman would agree as he doesn't think anybody is as smart, handsome, or superior. nobody truly deserves or is worthy of him, he's out of everyone else's league except for himself XD

they were gay af with each other in the times they were getting along in Generations, they were just flirting so blatantly and stroking each other's egos as if that wasn't the only thing of each other's they wanted to stroke. because there's also each other's mustaches to stroke, obviously... and more. ;) they might as well have just started jerking each other off, that would've been less gay hfbskgnskgn

it is the most fitting, Eggman is so in love with himself to the point of total obsession and immense dedication in how he wants to give himself the world, literally! he calls himself handsome canonically and makes himself giddy. I'm sure classic and modern would've wanted to pounce on each other immediately upon sight. I mean how could they not when they're both the most gorgeous and sexy man 😍

during the events of the game, Orbot and Cubot weren't around to bother them at all because modern Egg cruelly left them in the cold vaccum of space when he pursued the Time Eater, and classic Egg didn't have any assistant lackey robots back then to be an issue in the first place. so they truly had peace for some precious alone time for a little while and they were totally doing naughty things together hehe

with modern Egg being a bit older and more experienced, he could teach classic Egg not only scientific and battle knowledge and such that he learned over the years between them but also help him learn more about himself, his body, and things he's into but hasn't discovered at that point in time yet. he could get to be the one introduce him to new pleasures and discoveries earlier and that's hot 🤤

and they finally get to explore all their curiosities with each other that they've both fantasized about and know it because they're the same person and in love with themself. exploring the body of themselves at different points in life is very fascinating, they agree. but as they feel each other up they'll realize how exciting it is too, until they're fully fondling each other and giggling and kissing and things just keep escalating

they could've also used the opportunity to try things they were maybe too embarrassed to explore with others, so they can help each other fulfill all their desires and dreams, no matter how shy they are in suggestion. sometimes classic Egg would feel like that towards things modern tries to introduce him to early like "we're really into that?" and modern Egg gives him a very fun first experience with it that proves it >:)

there's so much fun and hot potential with them and they have great chemistry and tension in the couple scenes they have together, they're literally the best together 💜💘 that's why I must spread Eggman x Eggman propegganda as often as possible, I need everyone else to understand that they are the ultimate and most canon Eggman pairing fr. he only has a place in his heart for himself XD

and while they're the only pairing where I could actually see Eggman being genuinely loving, caring, and smitten only because it's himself, I love how they also still bicker and argue and piss each other off at the same time. there's no such thing as a completely perfectly healthy functional relationship with Eggman, further proven by the way that he can't even get along well for long with himself, it's so funny I love it lol

#dr eggman #eggman #dr. eggman #dr robotnik #asks #my post #eggman x eggman #sonic generations

[hellcatinnc]

Kamigami No Asobi - Loki Game Review

Spoilers Ahead...

Ok where do I begin. So I have been wanting to play this game for months ever since I saw the anime show. However there is nothing but translations and most aren't done online. I may not play it all because it is harder to do without all the translations or english game patches but 3 men i can not take any more not knowing their love story. That being Loki, Hades, & Baldr. I plan to review them as well. Anyways on to Loki Laevatein....

If I wasn't in love with this man from just the anime well it got worse he stole my heart a thousand times over. I do not regret putting him on my top list of anime men. So I played both love endings as well as both fated just so I got the full story. Oh lord I prefer the love ending of course the fate ending was too sad to me. I hated that if you don't get enough points by the end you can't choose to go to their world been trying yet sadly have yet to be able to get it or a walkthrough maybe one day I'm just happy I got him anyways. Great thing is I wasn't expecting it but I couldn't choose his world so he gave his up to be with me and be human which he hates. Oh lord before I go any further this man moved me in ways I didn't think possible. I will even share some of his dialog that made me swoon in this review. Also damn I thought his voice was sexy before but then when he says baby at one point I was floored I could listen to him say baby all day long.

This was a good story honestly you saw how connected he was to Baldr which I always loved as well as Thor. You don't see them fighting for your love because Baldr is ok being just your friend and wanting his best friend to be happy. I think with the show they just try to throw them all in love with you at the same time so there are more confrontations but even then he loved Baldr like a brother. They stayed true to Loki he joked around even in the beginning when he started having feelings I think it was more about playing you out to see if there was something there. IDK but Yui had her work cut out for her chasing him around and dealing with his antics but it was so worth the man he became. I was floored he gave up being a god to be a human just because he couldn't see life without her. This means he gave up long life, and powers just so he could grow old with her. I'm actually glad I saw that ending first because it made me realize how in love he really was. if anything it makes me love him more. I also have to mention something about I guess the moles beside his eye make him even hotter. I know I got it bad but loki is drool worthy to me.

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These are some of the most precious things said that makes me love Loki even more.

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LOKI: You’re completely defenseless. …If you keep making such a cute face, I might kiss you. LOKI: It’s alright… I’ll never let you go.

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LOKI: I’ve never had someone so special to me like this. He gently wiped away the tears on my cheek with his long fingers. LOKI: I don’t want to part with you. I don’t even want to graduate if it means we can’t be together.

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(voice clips below of his sexy voice I own no rights to the voice clips or pictures of course.)

LOKI: Baby, I love you. So much, I could eat you up. I want you.

LOKI: If my princess wills it, I, Loki, promise you eternal love. Let us make a vow…

LOKI: Darling!♪ I looooove you so much!☆ My cute girl.♪

LOKI: My darling is so shy!☆ Oh, darling, call me honey!♪

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LOKI: A stubborn girl who was always tried her hardest to move forward, never giving up. At some point, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you. LOKI: I must’ve fallen in love from the very beginning. It was some kind of fate…

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LOKI: I really want to give you more and more presents. So many, you tell me you don’t want them anymore. LOKI: There are lots of things we still haven’t done. I want to make you smile more, and make you happy.

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LOKI: …I don’t want to give up. I can’t imagine us being apart. I can’t live without you! LOKI: I want you to let me love you more. I don’t want any more regrets.

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LOKI: What’s your name? YUI: I’m Kusanagi Yui. LOKI: Yui… that’s a nice name. It has a pleasant ring to it. Just from hearing his gentle voice say my name, my chest felt tight. I might have lost some very important memories… LOKI: I don’t know anything about myself. Not even my name… But I don’t feel anxious at all. LOKI: After meeting you, I think the reason I’m here… is you, Yui. LOKI: So, could you be by my side until I remember everything? LOKI: In exchange, I’ll give you everything you wish for… LOKI: My heart, my body, everything… is yours.

If you haven't played the game you should honestly find a translation online and go through it if you can't read japanese because it is so worth it just his story alone I was happy if I never play another route. If they ever bring this to english I will buy it just so I own it, it has become one of my favorite games now. I will probably do Hades next not sure yet.

#otome #gaming #loki laevatein #kamigami no asobi #reviews #review #sexy red headed god #loki #fire god #loki fire god #sexy red headed anime men #i'm dead #this man just killed me #he stole my heart #he is so damn precious

[flipper-kisses]

lol anon back (same anon that listed why Rami is amazing)! I got more 🙃

He’s our clumsy king and owns it

He fell at the Oscars, fell/pushed off a side railing, did parkour only to fall when he started running on the ground (it was a Mr. Robot blooper), fell backwards in a fucking chair, and tripped during the Red Carpet at the Met Gala. This man literally trips over air and himself but we still love him ❤️

Spending time with Emma who is non-binary

Literally does make a difference because it helps non-binary people feel like they’re noticed!

Puts so much thought and consideration i to his characters and roles!

Just think about all he had to do for “The Pacific”, “Mr. Robot”, and “Bohemian Rhapsody”! Definitely lots of dedication and hard work and passion for his roles, like wow. 

Rami’s hair

Never gets old and I love his curly hair era! Also wavy hair too! Wonderful hair lol

He has great expectations for his roles

In an interview, Rami was asked if he was happy about “Night at the Museum” casting a pharaoh correctly. Rami’s reaction literally said, “that shouldn’t be something to be super overly happy about, it should just be casted correctly”. Good expectations honestly. 

Rami was the side character for so damn long and steals every scene he’s in

Rami is literally amazing in all scenes he does and even if he’s not the main character, all eyes are on him (at least mine are 😌)

He’s one of the best versatile actors I think I’ll ever witness!

This man has literally played: a gay teenager who was crushing on his best friend

traumatized war veteran who has a thick Cajun accent

an iconic and memorable lead band singer

Alcatraz prisoner who plays the violin

ancient mummy pharaoh that comes to life at night

hacker with d.i.d and ptsd

a doctor named Adam Terry

random dude in Battle Ship

a vampire with a cool scarf

a mountain man and in real life Rami gets the chance to squabble in a tiny boat with his identical twin lmao (best sibling fight we’ll ever witness, @the-real-ramimalekpeen have you used this scene for Twin Tuesday yet?)

a 6’0 tall guy in a video game who was said to most likely have schizophrenia

a dude with a beard

a weirdo guy in the literal fucking show “BoJack Horseman”

and like so many other characters I’m choosing not to describe

Already said he was a “bad boy” and pranks people but he’s literally really funny 

Have you seen him in different interviews? Such a charmer and pretty funny as well.

Like the interview with Charlie Hunnam where there was a question about Rami’s eye color and he and Charlie were teasing each other and trying to find out Rami’s eye color. Then some pictures are also pretty funny.

Also the “DoLittle” game with Robert Downey Jr (Rami’s whole outfit and appearance during the Ellen Show with Robert Downey Jr 😩👌 literally here for his outfit, freaking immaculate lmao)

“wE sHot LiVe aiD oN dAy onE” 

That’ll be in my head forever, thanks Rami

“A playful smooch”

I don’t think I’ll recover from the shocked looks on everybody’s faces when Rami exposed how he had a kiss with Daniel Craig. 

His fans are wonderful 

This man has the best real fans. Which includes the fan artists, fanfic writers, and people who just appreciate him and/or his films! also people who stand up for him which is YOU Flipper and RamiPeen 👏

Photo shoots

How can you look at his photo shoots and NOT smile??? Precious but also sexy man. 

Again he has a literal soft spot for children

That one time where I’m pretty sure he read a book to a few children

Best hugs

He seriously gives the sweetest and warmest hugs. Like can I get a hug?? 🫂 

Oppenheimer moments

I don’t care what anyone says about his role in Oppenheimer. He had literally eight minutes of screen time yet still went for the fucking jugular and was successful. 

The bulge

He has no shame and no, I won’t expand on this except… @the-real-ramimalekpeen 😉

Doesn’t give a fuck about haters

Lmao y’all hated Rami in Amsterdam and thought his character was stupid? Well he probably doesn’t give a shit (or is obliviously living his best life) lmao. 

Ages like fine wine 

God he looks like he’s in his fucking thirties in so many pictures. Raise your hand if you ever looked at a picture of him and thought, “oh a picture when he was in his twenties!” and it turns out the picture was taken in his fucking 40s… a few days ago… Unproblematic people age perfectly. 

His smile makes me smile

Could he be any cuter??? His smile literally is so wonderful.  

Most caring thing you’ll see all day and is husband material

When he was giving Emma his jacket, comforting the woman (friend) who was crying and thanking the waitress, and so many other events 🥺

Okay anyways got even more than this lol… sorry for rambling on about our Rami. I’m just so happy I finally get the chance to share my Rami findings and thoughts I’ve collected over the years.

I love your love for him!

#rami malek

[jplupine]

Day 6: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ~ Blood Play

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2k Date Published: October 6, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Demon!Grimmjow, Dom!Grimmjow, Exophilia, Established Relationship, Size Difference, Blood/Gore, Demon Cannibalism, Possessive/Territorial Behavior, Feral Behavior, Degradation, Outdoor Sex, Vaginal Sex, Hair-pulling, Brat!Wynter, Creampie, Set in the same AU as Feral Possession Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Grimmjow also uses terms like 'Little Rabbit' and 'horny bitch' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Grimmjow had just finished cleaning up the demons invading his territory when he sets his eyes on his next prize.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

  Heavily sighing, I looked at the mess in front of me. Grimmjow was still wildly laughing as blood and viscera scattered the ground around him. Some demons had gotten into the yard, and he tore them apart without even thinking twice.

   By the time he was done, I was holding the water hose and intending to spray him down. No way in Hell was I letting him go into my house while covered in demon remnants.

  "You're disgusting, I hope you know that." I said as he bit into a chunk of demon flesh. Turning the dial on the hose, I switched to a more powerful sprayer.

  "I'm a demon, Little Rabbit. What were you expecting?" He replied while licking some blood from his fingers as if it were cherry pie filling. "Use that hose on me, and I'll rip you apart."

  "You're not tracking blood into my house."

  "But you can? That's a fuckin' double standard." Grimmjow's gaze dropped, and I looked down to see that I hadn't made a clean escape.

  "Oh, come the fuck on." I sighed. Dropping the hose, I pulled my shirt off before unbuttoning my pants. Standing in only my boxers, I picked the hose back up.

  "You got some on your cheek." Grimmjow pointed at his own face while having his other hand on his hip. I glared and wiped my cheek with a fist. Judging from the shit-eating grin the demon was giving, I'd made the mess worse. "Here, let me get it for you." His tail swayed as he got closer.

  Before I could protest, he grabbed my neck and licked my cheek. I made a sound of disgust, but Grimmjow was grinning regardless.

  "You made it even worse, you overgrown shithead." I tried to pull his bloody hand off my neck, but he wouldn't let go.

  "No, I think it's better now." His tone was low and mixed with a soft purr. Grimmjow placed his other hand on my chest and moved his palm lower, inevitably smearing blood across my skin. "Mm, this is a nice color on you, Little Rabbit."

  "You're disgusting."

  "And yet I can smell your excitement." He muttered near my ear as his claws lightly dragged over my hip. Electricity sparked over my skin, and I clenched my jaw. "How precious." Grimmjow had such a mocking tone before ripping my boxers off.

  "Fuck you."

  "Yeah, I know you want to." He grabbed my bare ass in his bloody hand to bring my body flush against his. I could feel his hardening cock against me as the blood all over him smeared on me.

  I should be revolted and pushing back, but I was entranced by those brilliant blue eyes of his as his strong hands wandered over my skin. He was so warm, and how he ran his tongue over his fangs made my heart beat faster.

  The demon was a horror show but still so fucking sexy.

  He breathed in deeply through his nose before groaning.

  "I fuckin' knew it, you horny bitch." Grimmjow snarled while grinding his hips against me.

  "Shut up."

  "Don't talk back to me while you look like my next meal, Little Rabbit." His face came closer to mine as he picked me up and dropped to his knees. My back hit the grass with the demon hovering over me. His eyes looked so hungry with his pupils wide and nearly making his irises disappear.

  Grimmjow smeared more blood across my skin as he grabbed my legs and spread them. His red-stained lips curled in a grin when he saw that I was wet with arousal.

  "You sick fuck." I managed to say, and Grimmjow looked at me.

  "Your pussy's wet, and you wanna call me the sick fuck?" He then spit to add more lubricant as he pushed his pants down before rubbing his cock between my lips. "I may be depraved, Little Rabbit, but you still wanna fuck me either way."

  "Lose the ego, shithead."

  "Mm. That didn't have much bite. Maybe you should try again without that pathetic tone." He was grinning from ear to ear, utterly enjoying how I bent to his will. On some level, I was grossed out by the blood. However, Grimmjow's prowess and display of strength turned me on like a stupid animal.

  Watching how he fought and won with such ease ignited some primal part of me that was buried deep inside. What made it worse was how I couldn't hide it from him. His senses were too keen.

  Grimmjow pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and pushed inside. He gave a low groan at the ease of it before chuckling.

  "You realize how fucked you are? You're so wet for me." He trailed his claws down my torso, causing goosebumps to rise from the gentle scrape, and my hands balled into fists in the grass. "No one else will ever be enough for you."

  "Someone's cocky." I popped off.

  "Tell me I'm wrong." Grimmjow challenged before rocking his hips back only to snap forward. I moaned and was nearly winded while feeling him deep inside. "This pussy is mine, and you know it." He licked some of the blood off his chin while thrusting.

  I covered my face with my hands as I moaned, and I felt Grimmjow's tongue on my skin. His licks were slow and sensual as he cleaned blood off me. The demon licked up the middle of my chest while thrusting, and my back arched off the ground.

  He suddenly grabbed my wrists to pull them away from my face only to pin them to the ground over my head. Grimmjow's face was close to mine as his long hair fell over his shoulders. I could hear a soft growl rumbling in his chest before his lips were on my throat.

  I moaned as he sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. The hungry demon licked the bloody mess on my neck, and I could feel his dangerously sharp fangs scraping over my skin. Panting, I tilted my head back and moaned again. The scent of coppery blood was suffocating as it coated the grass and viscera scattered around us. But the vile remains drifted further and further away from my mind while the demon seemed to thrive on it.

  Grimmjow's grip on my wrists tightened before he grabbed my chin with his other hand. He moved my head to the side more to get better access to the demon blood on my neck. He was devouring it and leaving hickeys in his wake.

  My toes curled as my thighs clenched around his waist. The demon didn't slow or ease his attack and continued to piston his cock in and out of my pussy. His lips on my throat made me feel so weak.

  With his hand still on my chin, he pulled my face down and kissed me. Grimmjow pushed his tongue past my lips, and the blood tasted coppery and foul. I wanted to push him back to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth, but he wasn't letting either of my wrists loose.

  The demon was purring in delight and stimulated my tongue in a way he knew would make me putty in his hands. I hated how my body betrayed my rationale. I was still so wet for him and craving more of his touch so much so that I leaned into it.

  "Who do you belong to, Little Rabbit?" Grimmjow asked and licked his lips hungrily. I refused to answer, and he snapped his hips. "Who do you belong to, Little Rabbit?" His tone was lower and mixed with a growl.

  "You~!" I moaned the answer.

  "Who?"

  "You!" I repeated, and since I was louder this time, he seemed satisfied.

  "You're a mess." Grimmjow smirked and grabbed my hip. "If only you could see yourself." He tilted my pelvis up as his claws pricked my skin. His breathing was bordering on animalistic as his eyes drank in his marks and the blood smeared over my body.

  My heart was pounding in my ears as I squirmed on the bloody grass. My thighs were clenching, my toes curled and splayed, and I couldn't contain the moans. His cock rammed into the spot that made my head spin, and I could feel myself slipping.

  "That's it, Little Rabbit.... Scream for me." Grimmjow purred before biting my chest hard enough to draw blood. He groaned as his tongue dragged over the wound and left red streaks. The sting and his animalistic hunger went straight to my core, making me throb even more for him.

  Managing to slip one hand out of his grasp, I cupped the back of his head with my fingers going through his hair. When he looked up at me, I kissed him. Grimmjow's moan was partially a growl as he reciprocated and allowed my tongue entrance to his mouth.

  The taste of blood was no longer enough to make me cringe. Grimmjow let go of my wrist to tuck his arm under me and hold me closer to his chest. I could feel the vibrations from his growls, groans, and purrs as he continued to snap his hips. The wet squelching sounds mixed with his animalistic noises and our panting.

  It was sick and disgusting how we were fucking among demon remains....but Grimmjow's hunger, his bloodlust, was driving me wild. His primal need taking over as he could no longer even taunt me and only pull me in for more. The kiss was messy between the blood and drool, and it sparked at my nerves like fireworks.

  Burying my free hand in Grimmjow's hair, I tugged as my back arched and I moaned. He nipped my bottom lip before licking from the corner of my mouth to my temple. When he was looking down at me with his ears perked, his eyes were nearly entirely black with his irises only thin rings. Grimmjow was dancing on the edge of his instincts to devour me and to fuck me.

  I should have been terrified with how blood-crazed he was at this point, but I couldn't bring myself to stop it. It felt so good, so visceral, and I was too far gone to be anything but turned on by how his hot breath and sharp fangs grazed my throat. Grimmjow's claws left scratches along my back as he groaned and buried his cock deep.

  Pulling on his hair spurred him on more, especially when I leaned my head back and exposed my neck more. His mouth was on any inch of skin he could get to, leaving licks, nips, and messy kisses. I cried out as my thighs shivered around his hips and squeezed.

  My orgasm hit me before I even knew it, drowning me in pleasure while Grimmjow kept thrusting and grunting from me squeezing around him tighter. His tail thrashed as he bared his fangs.

  He just wouldn't slow down nor stop, instead lifting one of my legs higher as his paw pinned down my other leg against the filthy grass. His black, hooked claws curled out from the pressure against his paw pads, putting them dangerously close to the sensitive skin of my thigh. Grimmjow's tongue stuck out between his fangs as he gave a snarling grin and fucked me harder.

  Having been left even more sensitive from my intense orgasm, this new onslaught was leaving my brain a foggy mess. His dick slammed into me with each thrust as his tail wildly snapped back and forth. I no longer sounded like myself while at his mercy, and when I screamed his name in pure ecstasy, he nearly roared while cumming.

  His grip was bruisingly strong as he filled me even more. Panting, I could barely think and only then realized my hands were in my own hair.

  Grimmjow huffed through his nose as the tension left his shoulders. He seemed to be coming back from wherever his primal side had taken him. And he was utterly delighted as he looked down at me, knowing just as well as I that he'd driven me over the edge at the very end enough to cum a second time.

  "My little rabbit...." His tongue hungrily ran over his fangs, and the blood still covering his face made him look even more dangerous.

#31 days of bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #exophilia #demon!grimmjow #bleach smut #grimmjow smut #dom!grimmjow #bleach #bleach fanfic #oc x canon #kinktober 2023 #demon/exorcist au #cw gore #cw blood #lemon #Wolf does fanfic

[icharchivist]

Okay, so maybe I'm insane, but you could argue the different ending images from Rising tell a story

You can play standard Arcade mode, which is seven rounds you have to beat consecutively. Six random opponent + Beelzebub as the final boss. But these new images are unlocked (apparently) by beating six random opponents with a special finisher, then facing Avatar Belial as your boss and then Lucilius. That's the "true" ending. You could even argue it's alluded to because the coloring of the Versus artworks looks a bit washed out, while the coloring on the new art is super crisp

My point is made especially by the WMTSB gang's pictures, but you could argue that in the old ending, Percy is reading by himself but his true ending is looking pretty while going on a horseback ride. Presumably with someone, likely the MC. The world is saved now, time to enjoy it with his precious person

Or Lancelot was having a lunch date with Vane, but his true ending is him training while the other Dragon Knights look on. He's preparing himself for new challenges, now that he's overcome Lucilius.

I haven't seen all of them yet, obviously

Anyway, the most important ones for my theory

Beelzebub's old art had him posing while Lucilius was in the background, his back turned. The unattainable specter of the rival he's trying to overcome is still haunting Beelzebub. Meanwhile, in the new ending that is achieved by beating Lucilius, Bubs is having a relaxing bath in wine. He's overcome his rival and is now able to move on.

Belial, in the old one, was taking a bath and being sexy. Basically killing time like he had for 2000 years, waiting for Lucilius to return to him. Now that Lucilius is back and Belial has passed his performance review, he

1) either asked him out on a date finally and got predictably stood up

2) or realized Lucilius isn't all that and is finally ready to move in with someone else and that's who he's on that date with

That depends on how delusional you are or which you'd prefer for him, ig

Avatar Belial is much the same, lounging around and enjoying his power in the old one, eating an apple, something symbolic of Lucilius and his connection to him, as Lucilius loves apples and it plays into the whole forbidden fruit of knowledge and all that. Meanwhile, Avatar Belial is still very much flexing in the new one, surrounded by what looks like six skulls. The six random opponents he faced, as Avatar Belial's victory screen has him murder his opponent. Now he's either waiting for new orders from Lucilius, more blood and skulls to add to his collection, or he killed him too and is getting ready to destroy the world by himself

Anyway, that's my theory

Either way, they're all genuinely nice artworks showing the characters being themselves and having a good time

Oooh that makes a lot of sense actually

i do think the idea that the first ending showcase where they are when they achieved some big feat but didn't finish it yet VS the last ending being how they decide to rest AFTEr beating Lucilius is probably the assumption yeah, which does lead to a lot of theories on why they decide to relax one way or another, obviously

but i think you're nailing it in term of Bubs and Belial. Both of them wanted and waited for Lucilius, so their behaviors went from yearning from him to actually enjoying themselves now that Lucilius is there.

it's a pretty good reading imo and i have nothing to add! it's so nice!!!

i love those arts so much

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous

[mcclainwilla]

Writing Fight Scenes, Part 1

As someone who enjoys both writing and martial arts, I feel somewhat qualified to speak on the combination of both. Hopefully, this will help y'all writers to better understand how to structure and execute fight scenes!

I'll start with just the basics of a fight/the writing itself. In later posts, I'll detail the different styles of martial arts, common movements, etc.

TW// light discussion of injury

Do:

- Use short sentences.

They shouldn't necessarily be choppy, per se, but they should be shorter. Here are two excerpts of the same scene in my WIP Medic and Machine (Book 0 of my series). One is from my first draft, one is from my third.

"The two of them circle one another for a few minutes, thinking.  Ximena makes the first move again, throwing a low kick towards Rio’s ankles with her metal leg.  He dodges, but it costs him precious moments that Ximena uses to move in with a metal punch that catches him in the jaw.  His head jerks to the side, but he recovers quickly enough to throw a metal elbow upwards into her chin.  I wince.  Those had to hurt."

"Rio and Ximena circle each other for a few moments, thinking.  Then, Ximena throws a low kick with her metal leg.  Rio dodges the kick, but not the metal fist to his jaw.  But even as his head snaps back, he smashes a metal elbow into her chin.  I wince at the sound of mechanics on flesh."

Notice how the second excerpt is shorter, and yet, I describe the same actions! This is good because fights, for the most part, happen fast. By using shorter sentences, you can recreate that effect.

- Keep in mind the skill level of your fighter(s)

In my personal experience, I find it far easier to write fight scenes where both participants are trained ass-kickers. Someone who has been fighting for a long time will:

Know their range (they can tell, by visual inspection, whether or not they are close enough to land a strike/kick, because they know how long their own limbs are)

Ignore/block out weak hits. After a while, you begin to recognize which hits aren't going to land/aren't going to hurt, and you stop flinching from them/feeling the slight pain

Someone who hasn't been fighting for as long, however, will:

Not know their range (especially in children, they'll either rush straight towards their opponent and get hit, or they'll throw punches/kicks from wayyy too far away)

Flinch dramatically at any and all movements of their opponent. When you've never fought, the idea of getting smacked is scary!

- Keep in mind the body type of your fighter(s)

This concept will almost definitely get a post of its own, it's so important to me! There are three main things to keep in mind:

Short people will have less range, but they're generally faster and more balanced

Stocky people might (but not always!) move slower, but their hits tend to be more powerful

Flexible people = no flaws. (I mean maybe not but I can't think of any cons to being flexible. Greater range of motion is pretty much always a good thing)

Also, people with (proportionally) long limbs are at an advantage. They can strike from farther away, without having to move into their opponent's striking range.

Don't:

- Do not. I repeat, do not. Make your character do a backflip while fighting

I love you but I will hit you with a brick

Not really. But! Backflips/any other kind of tricks are very bad ideas during a fight, for a couple of reasons:

It requires you to take your eyes off of your opponent, which is a generally bad idea

It is a MYTH that flips/other trickery increase striking power. They do not. Your striking power comes from the ground - the more connected to the floor you are, the better (I will elaborate on this in a later post)

When you are in the air, you cannot control where your body goes. If your opponent decides to throw a hit, you Cannot dodge it

- Have your characters talk

Unless they're hot 'n sexy. Not kidding. The reader in me is a slut for some good fight scene banter, but the writer in me knows they're just unrealistic. For one, you're probably breathing too heavily to really talk. For another, you need to focus. And lastly, if your opponent decks you mid-sentence, you'll bite off your tongue or break your jaw. Unideal!

That's all for this one! I think my next couple of posts will be an overview of some different styles of martial arts, their effectiveness (in my individual opinion) and the types of moves they contain.

Feel free to reblog, just credit me and stuff :)

#writing #writing advice #wip stuff #wip #martial arts #fighting #fight scene #combat sports #willa mcclain #tw injury

[fyodorloveclub]

Man the new trailer reminded me of how much I love ranpo so here's a few hcs I have of my boy <3

We're always talking about sitting on fedya's lap while he's working but what about sitting on ranpo's lap??? He's always at his desk eating snacks and playing games so I'm 100% sure that he'd love to have his s/o on his lap while he's busy doing nothing, especially if you give him praises or kisses or candy (or all of them)

And if you have paperwork to do he'll tell you to come to his desk anyway so he can help you (cuz he's the greatest detective ever!!!) but again it ends up with you sitting on his lap while he holds you and buries his face in your hair/neck and offering absolutely zero help cuz he's lazy and just wanted an excuse to hug you

He tends to get annoyed by the smallest things but just give him a kiss and a bunch of candies and he'll cheer up immediately <3 unless he's actually upset, in that case pls try to be serious and offer your help he'll appreciate it if you're being honest

Speaking of candies, you're the only person in the entire world except him who knows the code to the safe where he keeps his precious snacks, so if you ever want to surprise him just sneak a few of his favourite candy bars into his stash and he'll love you forever for that <3

You know chapstick that's flavoured like cherry, cola or other sweet stuff? Hide yours from him or he will try to eat it. And unless you want to get in trouble, do not wear that chapstick at work or literally anywhere in public because ranpo does not give a damn about other people and he will make out with you wherever you are

So you better wear that chapstick only when you two are home or when there's nobody else at the agency, or maybe you could save it for some more ✨special occasions✨ but in any case if you do have the chapstick on then it's as good as gone cuz ranpo will kiss you and re-apply it to your lips over and over until the stick is completely empty

He has most definitely put a candy in his mouth and ~seductively~ pushed it inside your mouth while you two were making out, he's done this many times trust me I was there (I wish)

For some reason I feel like ranpo would love your boobs idk why probably because he finds them soft and warm and he can nap on them while you play with his hair so what is there not to love about that??:( anyways if he can bury his face in your chest he will do it. You're relaxing on the ada couch? Puts his face in yo tiddies. You're sitting anywhere at home? Puts his face in yo tiddies. Having some sexy time together? Puts his face in yo tiddies

Since he loves eating candies and loves your tits you can bet all your money he loves having them in his mouth too, it either calms him down or riles him up, there's no in-between (bonus points if you're lactating😳)

(Also did you know that ranpo has the same voice actor as levi from aot?? That's hot)

Anyways hope you enjoyed some of my ranpo brainrot <3

- 💍

RANPO'S FIRST ENGLISH VA IS THE SAME AS TAMAKI FROM OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

this is so amazing i so rarely receive any ranpo content i love this </3 and him trying to eat ur fucking chapstick is killing me flkdjfkdjfd

i absolutely 100% agree ranpo is a boobs guy he just likes that theyre comfy and soft and warm and its def a calming thing for him just to suck on them fdkalfjkla THE LACTATING THING THO DO NOT GET ME STARTED PLS

he'd be the worlds cutest yet most annoying bf of all time

#💍 demon #voices in my head #ranpo hcs

[munsonmuses]

Cavities

Part Two to Sweet-tooth, This is an ANGSTY one folks

Synopsis: Eddie and the reader have been going at this for a few months, and poor boy is head over heels in love. Unfortunately, commitment isn’t something you’re after, but he wants it so bad. So he attempts to prove it to you. Being your guest at one of your charity events.

Warnings: Angst, coke usage, alcohol usage, shouting, reader is legitimately mean to Eddie. 

Eddie frowned deeply to himself as he was pressed against your plush bed, the silk sheets under him that melded to his body and sweaty flesh. And there you were, doing a line of coke off his thigh and shooting up to sitting with an eager smile as he scowled. 

He had to ask...he would never forgive himself if he didn’t even try. Even if he had tried the past three months.

“I uh, I wanted to ask you again about maybe, being a little more exclusive, or even like...just us actually dating? I mean, I love you...”

And once more, you broke his poor little heart. 

“I know you do honey but,” he stopped listening after that. It was always but or I can’t and other words that carried the same semblance. That all boiled down to “I can’t date you Eddie”, and it truthfully ripped him to shreds every time. God he should’ve just walked out, listened to Gareth and Steve’s concerns. About how the privilege and elitism of your lifestyle would suck the soul out of him, and you’d leave him to die. 

Yet if it were to be at your hand, to be drained and starved and left to die would be the greatest privilege in his eyes. 

 He watched as you plopped yourself onto your plush vanity chair and immediately followed, his well practiced fingers immediately helping remove your rollers as you hummed up at him. 

“Such a good boy Eddie...” and in that moment, you chose to humor him a bit, maybe out of pity. 

“Then you know what Eddie, you can come with me to one of my little soiree’s okay? You can be my precious guest, my arm candy, my date”

Date 

His eyes blew wide as he nodded eagerly to himself. Laughing softly as he helped comb through your thick curls that had formed with assistance from the foam rollers you basically swore by. 

“But you have to wear a suit. I’ll let you leave your hair down. It’s sexy that way. So we’re gonna put you in the nicest suit. I’m thinking a long tie...” you insisted softly as he ran to go get your keys from the key-dish, earning an amused laugh from you as you dressed yourself carefully.

Eddie didn’t care if he had to stuff himself into a suit he’d hate, and mingle with people who saw him as the scum under their shoes. Because he got to dote on you in front of your social class. Take up space in their lounges, and their kitchens. He was going to fit in right beside you. Slot himself into this spot in your life. 

You carefully padded down in the nicest blouse and some matching high-waisted clasped pants. Clothes he’d learned are your version of casual wear as he gently helped you get your pumps on, and then lifted his own jeans from the entryway floor, sliding them on and yanking on his well worn reeboks. Opening the door as you trotted out, he watched as you practically floated on air.

You were beauty and grace, the slivers of gray hairs that were coming in, that glinted a silvery sheen in the light. The way your face never wrinkled except for when you smiled at him. How you were so perfect, the air of classic feminine beauty followed you. Eddie felt so blessed that it was him you picked.

But Gareth and Steve had regularly given him shit about it, the words they’d said flooding his ears as he clambered into your car. 

“She’s leading you around like a dog man”

“Why don’t you date literally anybody else? There are men and women in Hawkins who’d kill to date you Munson.”

But he didn’t want anybody else. Nobody else excited him, enraptured him like you did. His eyes focused on the racing by trees outside as he listened to the music that preened the old and grizzly voices out of the radio. He was gladly quiet, listening to the sound of your breathing was enough noise to occupy his unsteady mind.

Occupied it so much he hadn’t even fully realized you’d pulled into a nearby shop with an onsite tailor, and stumbled out of the car as you hummed softly to him. “Go on ahead of me, hold the door honey...” you insisted which he did, the smell of pressed fabrics wafting past as he sneered. Reminded him of going to church as a little one, how his button down was always too snug around his neck and his pants were too long.

He tailed inside after you rapidly, eyes wide as he stared at all the suits and fabric, swallowing the cotton-tight lump in his throat. God it was so stuffy in here, and everything looked so expensive. He watched as you carefully felt each suit before swallowing. 

Maybe if he took initiative it would make him more attractive, more obtainable, like he’d fit his way into your pristine little lifestyle. So he swallowed, carefully trotted over to a suit on a mannequin. 

Simple, sleek, a mice dark navy color. Before looking at you. “This one...” he insisted softly as you turned towards him, not your eyes though, they were predatory, assessing the suit before smiling softly. 

“Good pick, good boy..” you insisted before getting him measured. It was going to be a good night.

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Eddie swallowed hard as he was enveloped by the smell of champagne, the taste of cold whiskey and the feeling of cashmere. His hair down, the longest in the building as he tried to make smalltalk with others. He’d lost you an hour into this damn party, and was suffocated by class and grace that he’d only seen in movies. 

Then your voice cut through the air. 

“He’s such a sweet thing! You know, like a pathetic dog! Follows me on hand and foot, but to be honest he’s a placeholder till I get myself married-” you cackled, mildly tipsy but not drunk. And even if you didn’t mean it, it hurt.

You turned, eyes locking on his face full of contempt and rage. Rapidly turning towards you as he charged through the crowd, hands stiff as he got close. Eyes watery and rage filled. 

“Fix your own car, fix your own damn life, do coke off some other whore! God I have given you half a year of my life! A life that could’ve been spent pursuing my music, pursuing someone who loved me!” he started as you swallowed hard, guests murmuring about the outright confession of your poor drug habits. Opening your mouth, his eyes widening as he sneered. 

“I’m not finished! God everything is about you, you looking good, you pushing and pulling everyone every which way. So what if you’re some stupid fucking sugar heiress, or flour heiress or whatever! You are fake, like fucking aspartame, like the fucking wax apples and the fake curls in your hair! The way you are like this mannequin! You are cold, plastic, and perfect looking on the outside, but empty. Hollow! You feel nothing! You love nobody!” his voice was combined with whines and cries that tore at his throat, eyes watering as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your guests filed out of the large parlor, eyes wandering and words cutting like knives. But that didn’t matter. Eddie had never yelled, never flinched, never been upset at your quips and remarks. You’d never told him “I love you” back, you’d never made it seem like it was more.

But it was the fact you’d chosen to humiliate him, just like any other spoiled and rich asshole who snubbed him, and his trailer, and everything he’d worked so hard for. Like A Harrington, or a Carver..like yourself. You’d diminished him to his poverty, and how he could benefit you. 

He looked so handsome in his suit, shoved himself into it. He’d shoved himself into the cracks in your life you’d allow, like slivers of love and light and hate. And he took each and every last sliver and slip like it was gold. He took every little thing he could with grace and adoration. Like a devote disciple at the foot of his god. He worshiped you, and you’d treated him like dirt.

“Eddie I-”

He turned on his heel. 

“You are a bad person, I hope you can hear me past all that fancy wine and disgusting fucking scotch. Because you’ll wake up tomorrow, you’ll realize your bed is empty again. And you’ll know I’m done-” he hissed and stormed out harshly.

You were dressed to the nines, hair done up, crystal champagne flute in hand...and you’d never felt more raggedy and undone in your life. 

The life of an heiress is cold and lonely, if she chooses to climb on the backs of others without regard...

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[miyakuli]

Fun game!! Okay, I'll ask you: Spy x family fandom, twiyor ship. Character Yor Forger. Have fun!

Yeaaaaah thank you for all of these!!! (and I like so much the manga so that'll be fun to do!!)

Send me a fandom/ship/character/2 fandoms, and I'll tell you...

SxF fandom :

Favorite character: Anya for sure xD she's so cute and funny!

Least Favorite character: I'm sorry but I'm gonna say Yuri xD he's not bad but I'm pretty neutral about him.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Twiyor is so precious and I like the innocent love between Anya and Damian <3

Character I find most attractive: Yor is SO PRETTY////////

Character I would marry: Yor again <3 she's so sweet and badass, I squeal of two different ways with her xD

Character I would be best friends with: very certainly with Franky :)

a random thought: Melinda Desmond intrigues me so much, I kinda hope she'll have a bigger role in the future chapters

An unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one :p

my canon OTP: since twiyor is married does it count? XD

Non-canon OTP: at the same time they're not official yet so...twiyor again xD

most badass character: Yor OBVIOUSLY

pairing I am not a fan of: none

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): until now I don't have any pbm with some character dvlmpt

favourite friendship: Yor & Camillia

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: well, Anya of course but she'll be happier with her own family <3

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Twiyor ship :

When of if I started shipping it: I started the anime before I read the manga, so that was during the explosive marriage proposal xD I was like "yep, they're perfect for each other" haha

My thoughts: this ship is super sweet and even though they're lying about their real job, they are still so honest about their feelings toward the other, that's adorable to see <3 but omg I can't wait to see when they'll know about their identities because CAN YOU IMAGINE THE BADASS FIGHTING COUPLE THEY COULD BECOME ahhhh/////// so sexy lol

What makes me happy about them: how they can act all shy & tender sometimes when they are both so badass normally xD

What makes me sad about them: the fact that since they can't be truly honest about their double life, they can't completely confide in each other for the moment ;v;

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I'm picky about fics so for now I didn't read something that made me upset x)

Things I look for in fanfic: family fic about twiyor and Anya being adorable together <3

My kinks: Loid will loooooooove Yor's assassin clothes a lot lol

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: nope, it's together or nothing >o<

My happily ever after for: well, a epic ending with Yor & Loid fighting together to save Anya (I kinda imagine that maybe her powers come from an evil organization like with Bond and they'll find her so her parents will come to the rescue). And then they'll stay as a family forever, working together to save the world x)

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Yor character :

How I feel about this character: she's kind and protective and super pretty and badass and daaamn Loid is so LUCKY!!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: her cool husband Loid

My non-romantic OTP for this character: none for now

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't have one either

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I actually would like to see more of her vulnerable sides////

my het ship: Loid

my fem/slash ship: none sorry

my OTP: Twiyor (surprise!)

my OT3: family OTP3 with Loid, Yor and Anya ;))))

my cross over ship: don't have any

my kink: Yor with loose and wet hair///////////////// just this image ahhhhh//////

a head canon fact: even though she dislikes bugs, when Anya is scared of one, she'll do everything to protect her from it xD (it implies a lot of screaming)

my gender bend: none

#spy x family #voilà phewwwww #sorry for being slow!!!! #ask #ask meme #personal #whateversawesome

[gabbylyons]

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Let's go 👀

💙 ship that you used to have as an otp:

I used to be very vocal on the Doctor Who fandom about shipping Doctor/Master. They were the very best friend of each other since childhood in a very oppressive society, planned to run away from their planet (which was a crime) to see the stars. They did run away, but separate, and now they are each other's nemesis and their planet is gone. Yet their love for each ran so deep that it cut through the deepest hate and longest time and they can't let go of trying to convice the other to come to their side, despite continuously trying to kill each other, once they are two sides of the same coin.

Look, i love problematic ships. But even i have my limits and racism is one of them.

My problem began not long ago, even though i love this ship. You see, if you never watched it, their species can regenerate once they're dying - it's like reincarnation, but they dont lose their memories unless there's something wrong. Their whole body is consumed by regeneration energy and is replaced by a new body. The most recent of the Doctor's incarnations was a blonde, white woman; while the Master was a dark-skinned indian man. Everything was going well, until the Master in one of his plans used a device to pretend to be a white man so he could work with nazis, and the Doctor, who already had him in her hands because he was already defeated, keep that in mind, made the nazis aware that he was not white and just..used her position as a white woman to give him in the nazist's hands. And the narrative framed this as a good thing..which was definitely not. It was evil.

Look, i love problematic ships, but even i have my limits and racism is one of them.

👅 ship that you find most sexy:

ooh bridgerton's kate/anthony got me on my knees. the forbidden love, the enemies to lovers because they just couldn't deal with how attracted to the other was..🔥🔥 hot as fuck.

👎 ship that you can never see happening:

i've seen people, usually anime watchers, shipping kurogane/tomoyo and i was like.. babies. sweethearts. THAT'S A LESBIAN AND A MARRIED GAY MAN. Since then i am begging every anime watcher to read the mangas. also, i always found watanuki/zashiki-warashi so cute but i dont think this is going to happen. And it's so painfully obvious that the ame-warashi is in love with zashiki-warashi, while watanuki is connected to doumeki, and honestly i ship those two ships way more.

💚 ship that you secretly like:

OH MY GOD.

What if i told you that i..invented a ccs lesbian love triangle out of the sheer power of my lesbianism??

We only had scrapes of them in clear card canon, but before she met fujitaka, sakura's mother was best friend's with akiho's mother. She sat fujitaka down to talk about how precious lillie was to her, but in order to protect nadeshiko from the cult she was in, lillie ran away. And we know that canonically, sonomi was in love with nadeshiko and was very possessive of her - nadeshiko was meant to be only hers and she was nadeshiko's. everyone else were pigs.

now imagine what we could have if we had this gay tragic love triangle?? sonomi, this powerful, rich and possessive woman who only has eyes for her sweet, magical girlfriend suddenly feels jealous when her girlfriend becomes too close to a beautiful girl who has so much in common with her?? I NEED THIS.

(it's so infinitely better than fujitaka marrying one of his teenage students, leaving sonomi to forever greave the love that she lost but will never forget..)

Of course canon only tell us that Nadeshiko and lillie were close friends, but im a lesbian and thus reality belongs to me. clamp came to me in dreams and confirmed that i am always right about everything.

#thank you for the ask ♥️♥️♥️♥️ i love talking about my ships