#decode series

[momentsofhyuka]

decode (part 4)

summary:

Being a vampire could be kind of lonely. Considering how long you’ve lived for you were set on never finding love. That being said you really weren’t expecting to fall for the human embodiment of sunshine with the worlds quietest thoughts.

or: the sort of Twilight!TXT AU no one asked for

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. decode masterlist.

paring: huening kai x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: twilight!AU, vampire AU, strangers to lovers, slight angst, misunderstandings

warnings: cursing, fighting, harassment, vampires (and all related vampire lore)

notes: hi everyone!! its been a while but im finally updating decode yayy I think theres one more part after this one and then its officially done. I hope you all enjoy it :))

The next morning you tried your best to back out of the hunt but your family wouldn’t let you.

They swore you were just being paranoid and as long as you and Beomgyu were careful nothing should go wrong. You wished you could believe them.

You just had to satisfy yourself with the thought that even if you did happen to run into Kai for any reason, you could just avoid him to not allow for further issues. It should be easy. Right?

The hunt is relatively uneventful with you and Beomgyu making some successful catches along your usual route. By the afternoon you had all but forgotten why you were worried to come hunting in the first place. Maybe your family was right.

A sudden voice pierces the quiet. Its one you would recognize anywhere. “Just stay away from me,” Kai pleads, sounding scared and desperate.

You don’t give yourself the time to think or warn Beomgyu before you are off, running as fast as you can in the direction of his voice. All that’s flooding your mind is that Kai is in danger somehow and you need to get to him. You need to help him.

Distantly you register Beomgyu calling after you wondering what happened but you don’t care. Making it to the car you get in rounding the turns towards the sound of Kai’s voice. The closer you get the more you hear the thoughts of the disgusting and clearly drunk men who wont leave him alone. You hit the steering wheel in frustration willing the car to go faster.

You pull in to the empty and poorly lit parking lot, tires screeching. You flash your lights at the men, bringing your car dangerously close to where they stood. They stumble back pathetically but make no moves to get away from Kai.

Growling in anger you make your way out of the car. You register Kai staring at you in confusion and awe and allow yourself to check that he is unharmed. To your relief he is but he is also definitely rattled by what has happened. This renews your anger and you turn to the men utilizing the best of your vampire abilities to intimidate them.

Clearly startled by your sudden appearance and hostility they finally begin to back off stumbling back to the safety of the bar. Once you were satisfied they were gone for good you turn back to Kai worried for his safety.

“Are you alright? Did they do anything to you? Why were you here all alone? Do you need anything?” you ramble off unable to stop the flood of questions and concern. You don’t really give him a chance to answer, grabbing his arm and ushering him to the safety of your car, still murmuring questions and cursing out the men under your breath. He easily stumbles along with you, slipping into the passenger seat without complaint.

You get back in the car and ask him if there’s anywhere he needs you to take him to. He finally speaks after minutes of silence and as always he hits you with the most unpredictable response.

“Why are your hands so … cold?” he gets out, turning his puzzled gaze to your face. You immediately tense, uneasy with the line of unexpected questioning and brush him off by asking again if he’s alright. As though asking one question gave him back his courage to speak, Kai was now the one pelting you with questions you found difficult to answer.

“How did you find me? How did you know i was in danger? What did you say to those men to make them run like that?” he pushes, getting more and more agitated with each question you left unanswered.

Finally, you hear Beomgyus thoughts registering in your mind, indicating that he’s close by enough to hear you and to piece together what happened. Hoping Beomgyu gets the hint you finally answer Kai.

“I was dropping Beomgyu off at a store nearby and I saw what was happening from my car. I rushed over as soon as I could,” you attempt to placate him with your answer.

He gives you a look that lets you know he doesn’t 100% believe you but you’ll take what you can get. You settle into the drivers seat making your way over to the only nearby store hoping Beomgyu heard and is waiting for you. You assume this would be the end of his questioning but as always Kai manages to shock you.

“Why?” he asks, voice cracking a bit on his emotions. You brake a little harshly, stunned at his response.

“Why?” you begin, with a humorless laugh, “Kai, you were clearly in trouble. I wasn’t going to leave you to get attacked or worse. I know I can be standoffish and rude but i’m not that much of a monster,” you finish, a little upset at any of the implications of his question.

“Thats not what i meant…” he mumbles back, avoiding eye contact. You so desperately want to push the subject, find out what he really means but he closes off and you decide to respect his boundaries. Soon, you are pulling in to the local hardware store close to the parking lot Kai was in. Luckily for you Beomgyu was standing right out front, acting confused as to why he was left behind. You had to applaud him for his dedication to the role, you owed him big time.

Kai seemed to perk up at the sight of Beomgyu, seeming a lot calmer now that your reasoning had been proven true. As Beomgyu got in the car you quickly explained what happened to which Kai became a little flustered by and began insisting he was okay.

Beomgyu, genuinely concerned for him, offered apologies for what had happened and the option to talk to him about it if Kai ever felt he wanted to. You smiled at Beomgyu through the rear view mirror, filled with joy at how he treated Kai. It made you happy to see your family care for him given the events of the last few weeks.

“So, did you want us to drop you off anywhere? We could just take you home also, whatever works best for you,” you asked Kai, lowkey not wanting to be apart from him right now but knowing he was likely exhausted from what he experienced.

“Um… I was here with some friends before I wandered off to the bookstore. They were going to eat at the diner, I guess you could leave me there,” he responded, giving you a small smile. You nodded, changing lanes to head to the local diner.

You pull into the parking lot, turning to say bye to Kai and offer similar reassurances to what Beomgyu had told him when he cuts you off. “Sorry,” he starts, looking up from his phone, “It looks like they left already,” he finishes, shrugging sheepishly and waving his phone around to convey that they had just messaged him. Some friends.

“You should still eat, it’s been a long day for you. We can wait for you here or pick up something for you on the way to your house,” you offer, unsure of what to do in this situation. Yeonjun and Soobin would be screaming at you right about now.

“Actually… do you think, I mean, would you be able to maybe have dinner with me? If that’s possible I don’t know how busy you guys are I don’t want to keep you waiting,” he hesitantly asks, avoiding eye contact.

Your immediate reaction is a resounding yes (yes a million times yes), but you hesitate, glancing briefly over to Beomgyu. You cant just leave him behind you guys did come to hunt together. You definitely can’t have Beomgyu eat with you guys either he would expose your (totally not real) feelings so fast.

Beomgyu, ever the opportunist, picks up on your hesitation and makes the decision for you. “Well, I was still uh…shopping, I could take the car and go finish that up while you guys eat and come back to pick you up,” he offers, stumbling to cover up hunting with the shopping lie you had forwarded earlier. You send him a grateful smile, easily agreeing and reassuring Kai that it would be no problem. You hoped.

You made your way into the restaurant with Kai, waving bye to Beomgyu who shot you a wink and very loudly thought “you’re welcome !! just go for it and be yourself !!!” You shook your head, laughing slightly and continued following Kai inside.

The diner was basically empty save for a few families and teenagers. The waitress guided you guys to a booth near the back and you pushed Kai to order already, insisting that the sooner he eats the better he will feel. He smiles at you again before quickly placing his order. You willed yourself not to get giddy at the sight of his smile. You were failing miserably.

“So, you saved my life, again. Thank you by the way. I hope you know this just confirms my superhero theory,” Kai begins talking as soon as the waitress leaves. You let out a loud laugh, startled but amused by his sudden claims.

“Still definitely not a superhero,” you answer shyly. Your family would be making sooo much fun of you right now.

“If you insist, but you are special, in your own way,” he continues, kind smile still on his face but a hint of red making it’s way to the tips of his ears. How cute.

You don’t know if it’s the compliments, or his sincerity, or just the shock of the last hour but you find yourself overwhelmed with wanting to tell him about yourself. To tell him the truth. You give him as close to it as you can.

Sending a mental apology to your family you hesitantly begin, “Well, not a superhero but um you aren’t entirely wrong about being ‘special’ in a way.” You look at him nervously trying to gauge his response to that. He meets your gaze head on, offering a reassuring nod and indicating you elaborate.

Sighing deeply you continue, “Okay, don’t laugh but I can I mean I do have an ability that’s not totally normal. I can read minds.” You grip the table tightly, ready to act like you’re joking if he takes this badly.

“Oh no. You could read my mind this whole time ? Oh my god i’m so sorry,” he exclaims, giving you an incredibly embarrassed look. You stare in shock.

“I tell you that I can read minds, and your first reaction is to apologize for your thoughts. You never fail to amaze me,” you respond, once again left stunned by Kai.

“Don’t worry though. Funny enough, you actually happen to be the one exception to my power,” you quickly reassure, noting the rabbit hole he was going down.

“Wait so is there something wrong with my thoughts? Or with your power somehow? You can hear everyone else?” he immediately questions, unfazed by the news of your mind reading abilities but concerned on their logistics. He was going to be the death of you… well second death.

As much as you wish you could tell him, you hold off on mentioning anything that could imply the whole you being a vampire thing. Lucky for you he seems very content with the information you gave about mind reading. You find he is way more open and excited as he talks to you after the reveal. He trusts you again.

His food arrives and he digs in starting to look better and better as he eats. You continue to watch him fondly engaging in small talk. You even indulge him when he starts asking you what random people in the diner are thinking of. It’s worth it to see his expressive reactions to everyone’s thoughts. The time goes by too quickly and soon he is finished with his meal and insisting you call Beomgyu as he feels bad to keep him waiting so long.

You smile fondly at the sentiment but ultimately agree and send Beomgyu a text to let him know you were ready to go. Heading out to the car you walk side by side, occasionally bumping hands and then shying away from each others touch. You cant believe this is what you’ve been reduced to a blushing, giggly, love sick fool.

Beomgyu has a shit eating grin on his face as he gets out of the car to let you drive. You do a great job at pretending you can’t see it. As you all get in the car you realize you forgot to tell Kai to keep what you said a secret from everyone, something you are painfully aware of as he begins to speak.

“So Beomgyu, I figure you don’t have mind reading abilities also… unless you do? I don’t really know how that works honestly but um what’s your power then?” he finishes, a little flustered but eager to hear the answer. You roughly brake the car yet again turning wide eyes to Kai and then to Beomgyus shocked face.

“YOU TOLD HIM?! THAT IS SO NOT WHAT I MEANT BY GO FOR IT !!” Beomgyu exclaims, thoughts going a million miles an hour. You hiss out at him to shut up and rush to explain yourself.

“Yes! I told Kai how I can mind read. How that’s the major secret i’ve been hiding. Guess I forgot to mention that i’m the only one in my family with a power,” you finish, gritting your teeth and hoping Beomgyu gets the hint again. His mouth flounders around as he fails to find a reasonable response and just settles for a very weak “oh okay, yeah…” Way to be convincing.

Kai, ever observant, sends a suspicious glance over to both you and Beomgyu but doesn’t push the matter, simply nodding in response. The rest of the ride back to Kai’s house is a little tense with stilted attempts at small talk being made by each of you. You cant help but feel a little bit of relief to finally pull into his driveway.

“Well, thanks again guys really. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up. Um, also thank you for trusting me it means a lot.” Kai shyly addresses you and Beomgyu to which you rush to offer reassurances and wishes for him to have a good night.

“Also, I won’t tell anyone I swear so uh don’t worry about that! It’s all good! We’re good!,” he rushes out mainly to you, prompting the biggest smile to take over your face. Damn your feelings. Damn his cuteness. Beomgyu audibly coos causing Kai to blush harder as he bids a final farewell to the two of you and makes his way to his house.

You wave back when you suddenly notice that Kai is holding something in one of his hands. In the mess that was this evening you hadn’t noticed that he was carrying something with him. You figure it must be the book he ended up risking his life to go buy earlier.

Curious to see what he was so determined to get you peek at the cover sticking out over his arm. If it was possible your blood would’ve ran cold. Staring back at you in bold letters was the title “Myths and Folklore of the Forks Region.” Accompanying the incriminating titles was drawings of various “mythological” creatures.

Front and center was a stereotypical depiction of a vampire.

Shit.

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[momentsofhyuka]

thank you sooo much for recommending decode it means so much to me !!! <3

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗸𝗮'𝘀 𝗙𝗶𝗰 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝘀

♡: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝟷𝟾+) / 💬: 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚞 / ★: 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 / ꕤ: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 / ✿: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 / ꔛ : 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 / ? : 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

Tomorrow x Together

Seventeen

[kyeomszone]

motive ○ lee dokyeom

tags. exes to ??. ex-fwb. hate sex (started off atleast, these bitches are idiots). fingering. rough sex. penetrative sex (vaginal). degradation. objectification. unresolved romantic tension.

synopsis. there aren't a lot of things that can get the Lee Seokmin angry. He's seen a lot in his career as the district attorney, has lived through a lot but goddammit did you know how to get under his skin better and faster than anyone with the infuriating smirk of yours.

series masterlist.

If someone were to ask about what sort of person Lee Seokmin is, the first thing that would pop up in people’s heads is kind or a saint or some other iteration of it.

The man had built his career from these very acts, pro bono cases ( despite being very broke straight out of university ) to tackling big public figures━ politicians, businessmen and women, none were safe from Lee Seokmin and his silver tongue━ to now, having been elected the district attorney, the youngest in the country’s history.

You call bullshit.

The Lee Seokmin you know is all teeth, bruising grip and unforgiving mouth.

You remember the man as clear as day, even though it has been almost half a decade since the two of you last crossed paths━ a hurried conversation, the crack in your heart, the coldness in his eyes-

You remember the man, the way he spun arguments in his favour no matter how bad the odds were, the way he brought the room’s attention to himself so irrevocably, so effortlessly with that bright smile of his, the very same smile that turned sharp and sharklike behind closed door, having you shaking in your knees and your cheeks stained with tears as he denied you the high.

He was kind yes, but not a saint.

Lee Seokmin was the farthest thing from a saint.

Maybe that was why wherever you get the chance, you try to get under his skin and show the world the cruel thing that lay behind their saint. That this-this whole kindness, this love, this care that he shows are all a carefully done facade.

So, you were on the witness stand, repeating the oath as a smirk played on your lips with your eyes not leaving Seokmin’s form. He looked tense, jaw clenched, knuckles white and eyebrows set.

The man looked far tenser than he did when had introduced the case, a hard look on his face but eyes still infuriatingly kind, the opening a carefully curated string of words that had the audience━ judge, jury, defendant, everyone entranced, the words spoken in that soft, sweet voice of his already swaying the jury.

The case had been against one of your former business partners, you having been brought in as a witness or said man to use against Seokmin’s arguments and even though the man you had worked with could be described as scum, you played up the act. Doing your part to convince the jury that the accusations were baseless and the prosecution was simply trying to bring down a good man (and if you threw in jabs against Seokmin in between your words, well that was between you and him).

Which brought you this very moment━ you sitting in one of your office chairs after hours, the plush material soft against your back as you lift the glass of bourbon to your lips, the smile on your lips smug as you stare down Seokmin, the glass you had offered him sitting untouched.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for humiliation,” Your words are sharp as they fall from your lips, mocking. “You think you know a person.”

Seokmin doesn’t rise to the bait, instead, he looks at you, something angry, something resigned in his gaze that makes your skin itch. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why?” Seokmin repeats himself, a sigh falling from his lips as he finally picks up the glass of alcohol, staring at the amber liquid. “Why go out of your way to defend him?”

You scoff at his audacity to question you after everything he has done. “What do you mean, why? He’s my business partner, we worked together and I━”

“Bullshit.” Seokmin snaps, his eyes hard as he glares at you, his grip on the glass now white-knuckled. “That's bullshit and we both know that. He is a murd━”

“You don’t know me Lee Seokmin,” You interrupt him, setting the glass with a hard clang as you narrow your eyes at him. “So don’t barge your way in here and give me a fucking lecture on morality.”

“You're right,” Seokmin sighs, taking a large gulp of bourbon and your eyes can’t help but trace the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I don’t know you, the version of you that I knew is-is gone and...” a sharp laugh falls from his lips as he sets the glass back down. His eyes turn cold, lips twisting into a cruel little smile as he tilts his head. “What’s left of you is an empty shell filled with nothing but greed and━”

You are out of your chair before he finishes speaking, pushing his shoulders harshly as you glare down at him. Your breath comes out in harsh pants, jaw clenched and nails digging into the muscle of his shoulder, “Fuck you.”

Seokmin stares back, his eyes not leaving yours and he keeps staring and staring and━

His lips find themselves on your, hand cradling your jaw as the other tangles with your hair. You freeze for a minute, eyes wide at the unexpected course of action and it takes a minute for your brain to reboot before you find yourself kissing him back, your tongue licking across his seam, his tongue tangling with yours, mapping your mouth.

He stands up, lips still moving against yours as he gently pushes your backwards until the small of your back hits the desk, his body pressing against yours and━ fuck, you hate how this has your hold body burning, heat settling in your bones and turning you to putty.

He pulls away, panting as his forehead rests against yours. His grip on your jaw doesn’t loosen, neither does his hold on your hair and it sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

“Seokmin,” You breathe out, eyes on his face, the sharp contours of his face, the slope of his jaw, the moles shattered on his cheeks, all of which as like familiar in a way a book you had read years ago is. “Seokmin what━”

“Shut up,” Seokmin mumbles against your lips, pulling them back in and in one fell swoop, he has you lifted onto your desk, settling in between your legs and the casual display of strength has wetness pooling in your panties. You knew Seokmin had filled out, the muscles on his body no longer lithe the way it had been in university━ not from the way his shirts and suits hugged his body, almost tearing at the seams due to the stretch with each contraction.

His hand trails down from your hair, moving down until they’re at the buttons of your shirt, fingers undoing them and pulling it off, the fabric pooling near your hips and your shiver as the cold air of room brushes against your skin. Your grip on his shirt tightens, the fabric crinkling as you try to bring him closer than he already is, seeking out the wet heat of his mouth with a fervent need.

He pulls away for a second, breathing harshly, “Do you want to stop?”

You stare at him, the words taking a moment to skin in and when they do, you shake your head, “No,” the word falls off your lips without a beat of hesitation.

“Still the slut I know.” The words fall off Seokmin’s lips accompanied by a small laugh, a deeper, darker sort of under that makes molten heat course through your veins despite the humiliation that burns in you. “Maybe not everything has changed.”

You ignore the way his words sound wistful by the end, tugging him back down to meet your mouth, moaning at the way he bites your bottom lips, thighs pushing against your core. A beat later, his mouth starts trailing down, from your lips to your jaw, biting and licking and tugging at the skin of your jaw to your neck to your shoulder and then down to your tits.

One of his hands moves to unhook your bra while the other moves the garment. His mouth settles on one of the nubs, the teeth sinking into the flesh sending a flash of pleasure that has you gasping, back arching as you push yourself more onto him. His hand cups the other breast, fingers digging into the soft mound and as he tugs and tugs the abused nipple before moving onto the other.

All the while you’ve turned into a mess of pants and moans, your eyes rolling the the back of your head as Seokmin works his way through your body, taking you as he pleases, however he wants, wherever he wants━ uncaring of what you have to say.

It makes you feel like an object to use for his pleasure.

It makes your core throb.

“Pretty,” Seokmin mumbles against your skin, his breath warm and making you shiver. “My pretty girl.”

You burn at the praise, at being called his and you hate how it makes you feel.

“Fuck me already,” You snap instead, distracting yourself from whatever's starting to take root in you.

Seokmin’s eyes snap up to yours, eyebrows scrunching as he takes in a sharp breath. His hand trailed from your waist to your neck, fingers curling around the base of it and giving a light squeeze, making your breath hitch. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” He grits out, his words sharp and syllables coated in warning. “Behave.”

You swallow and nod. “Okay,” your next breath is shaky as you look at him. He stares at you for a second, before nodding.

“Be a good girl for me, baby,” Seokmin says, kissing you again as his hands start moving down. He unbuckles your belt, undoing the button and taking off your pants and underwear together, dropping them to the floor.

“So wet for me,” Seokmin mumbles, running a finger through your fold, wetness gathering on his finger making you moan, his mouth swallowing the sound. Two fingers slip into your hole easily, Seokmin groaning at the smooth motion and the subsequent tightening around the digits. His thumb settles against your cilt, rubbing circles as he starts fucking you rough and fast with his fingers.

He pulls away from you slightly, lips a breath away as he says: “How many times can I make you cum before you start sobbing?” He grins against your lips as you can only reply with a moan. “I remember it being four before you started whriting and sobbing as you begged me to stop.”

“Seok━” You gasp out as he presses against your cilt harder, your whole body tensing as you get closer and closer to the edge, your whole body tight as a coil.

“Has it gone back to one?” Seokmin keeps the conversation going nonchalantly as if you weren’t seconds away from crumbling to the ground. “No one’s been able to fuck you as well as I did to keep up?”

The coil in you snaps, as you clench around his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out a long, drawn-out moan; your orgasm washing over you.

“One.” Seokmin counts, his thumb still working away at your cilt and your body starts to tighten again, limbs locking up and you’re sure the only reason you're still upright is due to the hold Seokmin has on you. His fingers still piston in and out of you and within a few breaths you’re being pushed to the edge again, body coiling and coiling and━

“Seokmin,” You can’t help but sob out when the second orgasm washes over you and Seokmin still keeps going, thumb working and working and working away at your cilt. “Can’t, please, Seok━ Seokmin.”

Seokmin stops, his fingers pulling out as he ticks an eyebrow, “Just two?”

You take in a shaky breath, your whole body shuddering as you nod. “I... I’m sorry,” you find yourself saying, despite the embarrassment stelling into your bones━ you don’t even know why.

“It’s okay, baby.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, soft and warm and a complete juxtaposition to his demeanour a beat ago. “You did good, sweetheart.”

You find yourself nodding, letting him completely overwhelm your senses. His hands caging your body, clothed thigh pressed against your dripping core, mouth moving against yours, soft, wet warm and grounding.

“Lay back,” Seokmin orders softly once he pulls away and you do, your back settling on the cool surface of the glass as you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor. A moan falls from your lips as you feel his head against your folds, moving to collect the wetness on the dull nub. Your whole body arches, mouth falling open as he pushes in, the thick length of his stretches you to your absolute limits, and despite the wetness from his ministrations and two orgasms, it still takes a bit of effort to fully seath himself inside.

Good god, you’d forgotten how big he was.

No wonder anyone who came after could never fully make you feel half of what he did.

“Fuck,” Seokmin pants, his body leaning over yours, “My perfect little toy,” Seokmin moans out as he starts moving, a slow drag followed by a snap that has you arching. With each thrust, he picks up his pace, playing with your cilt every once in a while to bring you closer to your orgasm as he fucks you fast and rough and hard enough to leave you aching for days.

Your body is putty by the time his pace grows erratic, hips snapping against yours as he fucks you, pistoning in and out and in and you feel your body tightening, his own breaths coming out sharp and short and a few thrusts later, you're coming around his cock, tightening around his thick girth and that seems to push him over the edge as well as he quickly pulls out and paints your stomach white.

It takes a minute for you to catch your breath, your senses slowly rewriting itself from having been fried. You push yourself to sit up despite the exhaustion settling in your body as you stare at Seokmin, hair damp from sweat, skin flushed with the effect of sex and he looks just as breathtaking as the first day you saw him.

A heaviness settles in your chest the longer you look.

You missed him.

You hate yourself for thinking that.

note. i have a part two for it that is more plot than smut, so lemme know if anyone's interested

[martincrushcameback]

Hello Darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left it's seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence

I love that so far in @littlecrittereli's Decoded I can't tell if he's actually alive or the haunting figment of Chris's trauma and I kind of LOVE that? So I wanted to draw him looming and frightening but he's not actually holding him down at all. The one who has the tight grip on him is Chris.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Try Morse Core. Women Love Morse Code.

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[bleue-flora]

Dream: Skinlgt aldbnot alink ponaks dsdl polik pill skungly art porj

Me trying to figure out what it means:

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[gardenoblues]

"How did we get here?"

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When I used to know you so well?

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

Original title: Tetsuwan Bâdî Decode | 鉄腕バーディー.

[pagesofkenna]

Two small moments, chapters apart, from Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, which made me want to tear up

The context is that Frieren is an elf mage whose party saved the world decades ago, but to her the adventure was a ten-year blip in her centuries-long life. She's trying to connect to people better now, as she and her new apprentice collect spells and do odd jobs which seemingly have no purpose... until you learn what the deeper context is

(right after those first panels they visit an old statue built to honor an old adventuring companion, which has rusted over with age)

[icy-watch]

That's

A good way to explain Kai.

[momentsofhyuka]

decode series masterlist

summary:

Being a vampire could be kind of lonely. Considering how long you’ve lived for you were set on never finding love. That being said you really weren’t expecting to fall for the human embodiment of sunshine with the worlds quietest thoughts.

or: the sort of Twilight!TXT AU no one asked for

paring: huening kai x reader

total word count: TBA

genre: twilight!AU, vampire AU, strangers to lovers, slight angst, misunderstandings

warnings: cursing, injury, car accident, vampires (and all related vampire lore)

notes: my first series !! yay !! i love twilight and txt and i couldn’t get the idea of the bella swanification of huening kai out of my head and so this was born i hope you enjoy it <3

part 1 - wc: 1.7k

part 2 - wc: 2.1k

part 3 - wc: 3.6k

part 4 - wc: 2.6k

part 5

the rest: TBA

please do not translate, copy, or repost my work to another site !!!

[sameschmidtdiffname]

'The Hunger Games' but Peeta dyes his hair red after he finds out Katniss wasn't in love with him

[kyeomszone]

good graces ○ lee dokyeom

tags. jealousy. avoiding ppl as a coping mechanism. stupidity. some semblance of a plot. jealous sex. dom/sub undertones. name calling. handjob. penetrative sex (vaginal). orgasm denial.

synopsis. after sleeping with your ex (?), the last thing you wish to do is come across him. But fate has other plans, and you find yourself watching him with another woman, green tinting your vision as he smiles at her.

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You are not jealous.

You do not get jealous.

And yet, you remained frozen in your spot, jaw clenched as you stared at the scene playing out in front of you with narrowed eyes  It was as if you were being compelled to watch, unable to tear your eyes away from the soft warmth in Seokmin’s eyes or the pretty flush on the woman’s cheeks.

You can feel your pulse racing the longer you look, a sick thing curling in your chest the longer you keep looking. And you hate it, hate feeling this way again, hate the tightness in your chest, hate the crawl under your skin, hate the tint of green in your mind, hate the way he’s starting to have an effect on you again. You hate it.

You swallow around the lump in your throat, taking a small sip of your champagne, hoping the bubbly will help with the turmoil inside you and despite how much you wish, you can not look away from him.

You had been doing so well since that night, after having taken your statement back at the court, you had made sure to not come across him. You had avoided any mention of him anywhere and this gala had been one of the events you were sure he would not attend. 

After all, what would Lee Seokmin be doing in the midst of Fortune 500 CEOs? A group of people he’s stood against since the very start of his career?

And yet, he’s here, flirting with one of the CEOs of a company, the same type of person he’s had a trial against just a week ago.

“That’s DA Lee, isn’t it?” You hear an amused voice pipe up next to you. With a frown on your lips, you turn your head to note who it is and he’s familiar enough for you to know his face but not enough for a name. “Always knew he wasn’t an angel.” He ends with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” You bite out at what his tone implied, nearly bristling at his words. There’s intrigue in your tone but the sharpness that slips in is lost on you, not that you notice, eyes too busy with the scene in front of you to see the curious glance the man gives you.

“You don’t know?” The man asked, confusion written in his words. At your ticked eyebrow, he elaborates, “There is a reason that DA Lee keeps being invited to these events despite his reputation. It’s an open secret, the fact that he protects certain companies.”

You stare at him, baffled. You very well remember the early days of Seokmin’s career, following along to the countless news articles written about him despite wanting to stray as far away from him as you could. You remembered every one of his interviews, what he had stated, you could recite them verbatim and everything contradicted what the man was telling you.

“The woman he’s flirting with right?” You nod and the man continues “She owns B Pharmacitucals and it’s rumoured she’s to be charged with━ ”

“Excuse me,” You grit out when you spot the way Seokmin tucks a strand of hair behind the woman’s ears and trailing down her face, his touch delicate and you can also feel it, can feel the phantom touch of his. The long fingers, soft and slightly calloused from guitar strings on tracing the contours of your face each night back then.

Your steps are deliberate, heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as you walk towards Seokmin who seems to have spotted you, looking at you with a small smirk on his face━  his attention solely on you as if the woman he had just been talking to didn’t exist.

“Did you drink?” You ask, your words forced polite and at the shake of his head, your fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him away, completely uncaring of the indigent gasp the woman lets out or Seokmin’s own protests━  not that he says anything, just stares at you with something indecipherable in his eyes as he follows along.

You finally stop once you are out of the hotel, waiting for your car to arrive. Your fingers are still wrapped around his wrist━  and neither of you speak on it. It feels almost natural to leave it there.

“Put the partition up,” you order your driver as soon as you and Seokmin get in and you’re on Seokmin the moment the window is up━  thighs bracketing his hips, lips on his, tongue slipping in his mouth and nails digging into the nape of his neck as you hold his face. His own hands find themselves on your waist, a moan falling from his lips at the sting of your nails.

“Wh━ ” Seokmin starts when you pull away, the burn in your lungs too incessant to ignore but you interrupt him, tugging at his bottom lips with your teeth, thumb pressing against the hollow of his neck.

“Shut up,” You pant out, resting your forehead against his as you take in large gulps of air. “Shut up,” you sneer, leaning in for another kiss━ this time all teeth and tongue, nails digging in deeper, his moans getting louder when you press against the growing bulge, his hands moving from your waist to your bare thighs. 

Mentally, you send a thank you to your stylist for dressing you in a dress with a slit high enough for Seokmin’s hands to slip in and curl around the bare skin of your waist, the heat of his palm burning against yours but all you can think of when you feel the slight callouses against you is his touch on that woman.

It sends a jolt of anger through your veins, and what can only be described as possessiveness curls in your chest━  despite how misplaced it might be. You had no claim on him, no right to feel any of what you are feeling, but you can’t help yourself as an ugly mix of anger and jealousy makes itself home in you.

One of your hands moves from his neck to the tent in his pants, pressing against the bulge making him hiss in pain that turns into a groan.

“Fucking whore,” You mumble against his lips, pressing harder and making him throw his head back against the seat, mouth falling open. You let out a sharp huff of laughter tinged with mockery, “telling me I lost my morals while you were about to fuck that bitch.”

“I━ ”

“Shut up,” you snarl, kissing him again as you press your body flush against his, your heart drumming in your ears. Your hands work at his tie, tugging it loose and popping one of the buttons open to give you access to the rich tan of his skin. Your mouth leaves his to latch onto the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder, sucking at the hard muscle.

You stay there for a while, biting and sucking on his neck until the green tint of jealousy starts to lessen into just an inkling on the back of your head━  the idea that anyone that would look at him would know that he belonged to someone soothing the ugly thing rearing it’s head in you.

A knock at the window has you pulling away from him and it takes you a minute to realise the car has stopped moving, likely meaning it has arrived at your place. You pull away, taking in the sight of Seokmin━ his kiss-bitten lips, the mess of your red lipstick on his mouth and neck, the scratches and splotches that would bloom into bruises, the hazy look in his eyes and the flush on his cheeks.

You slide off his lap, fixing your dress before knocking back on the window, letting the driver know to open the door. You step out, Seokmin following behind and you can’t help but notice the way his ears burn when your driver pointedly avoids looking at the two of you.

You’re on him as soon as the door closes behind you, lips on his, stumbling back towards the staircase as your hands tug at the blazer, pulling it off of him, followed by his shirt. Your hands trail down from his shoulders, nails catching on the brown buds making him moan, fingers caressing the dips of his body, palming at the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. His hands pull at the strap of your dress, tugging them from your shoulders and down to your arms.

You only pull away when you’re at the stairs, climbing up the steps until you’re at your bedroom door. 

“Hands to yourself,” you snap when he frees you of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet leaving you in your underwear and heels. Seokmin stares at you for a second, his eyes dazed as he takes in the sight of you and you can feel a lump form in your throat when you properly notice whats written on his face. 

He hasn’t looked at you in this way since.. since━ 

“Seokmin,” you snap, your tone coming out harsher as you glare at him, ignoring the heaviness starting to take root in you.

He blinks at your tone, takes a beat to process what you stated and before he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing at the action. “Why….?”

The two of you remember very well that the only time you took control was when you were angry, really truly angry. And it’s humiliating to admit to yourself that even though it has been years since the two of you parted ways, he still has the same hold on you. It’s even more humiliating to admit that to him, to admit that you were jealous when he was interacting with that woman.

“I don’t want your hands on me,” you start, carefully picking your words to make it seem as if you weren’t seething, that at one point in the evening, all you could see was green, that at some point you weren’t contemplating marching to him and kissing him until he was putty in your hands in front of the whole room. 

“I don’t want the hands that touched a psychopath, that launders with blood money.” You sneer, recalling what the man told you. What you don’t realise is the gravity of your words or the way he flinches.

Seokmin swallows again but nods, his hands settling at his sides.

You take a breath before pushing him back until his legs hit the frame of the bed. Your hands move to unbuckle his belt, one hand pulling the trousers down alongside his boxers while the other wraps around the thick head of his cock, stroking the slit and spreading the precum. He moans at the action, his face flushing a prettier shade of red as you run your hand along the length of him, nails scratching along the veins.

You keep stroking his length until you can see the shake in his thighs, until his cock is rod straight, flushed a violent red and leaking.

“Lay down,” you tell him, taking your underwear and heels off as you climb onto the bed after him, settling on his lap. His hands settle beside him digging onto the bedspread to stop from reaching out to you, knuckles turning white from the effort. Not that you notice, too busy with taking his cock and running the head along your folds, gathering the wetness.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” You order and at his nod, you line him to your hole and sink down. A soft moan leaves your lips at the stretch, the sound mixing with the groan from Seokmin whose whole body arches, head pushing into the mattress and fingers tightening on the bedspread as you continue to take him in you completely.

You pant softly when you finally bottom out, a glance at Seokmin shows his clenched eyes, bottom lip in between his teeth as he holds back his noises. You roll your hips when you finally adjust to having him in you, Seokmin immediately moaning out your name at the action, the noises getting louder as when you start to move, lifting yourself up before sinking back down.

You keep your pace slow, deliberately so despite knowing your thighs will start to burn soon, the noises he’s making are like music to your ears, helping settle the jealousy that had settled into your bones.

You keep moving, rolling your hips, positioning until he opens his mouth, breathes out that he’s close and suddenly, all movements are put to a pause. You hold back a noise at the empty feeling in you instead focusing on the way Seokmin whines when you take his cock out, denying him his orgasm.

A beat passes and then two, Seokmin’s chest rises and falls rapidly, fingers digging further into the fabric and you can feel his stomach muscles twitch. When all the signs of his impending orgasm start to lessen, you take his cock in you again, moaning at the way it hits your cervix, pushing to the deepest parts of you.

“Fuck,” you moan out, throwing your head back as you start to move again, your pants mixing with his breathy moans that slowly turn into broken little noises the longer you keep moving, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. 

This time, you stop before he says anything, noting the way his thighs twitch, the way his hips jerk up to fuck into you, the way his stomach starts to cave in, his moans more air than noise. Another whine falls from his lips at the lack of movements from you as you deny him his release, the sound more pitiful this time but unlike before, you don’t take his cock out.

You stare at the way water gathers in his lashes, his eyes wide and hazy and simmering like something out of a painting and you have to bite your lips to stop yourself from leaning down and kissing him softly.

The two of you don’t do this, not anymore, not after━

You start to move again, one of your hands moving from his stomach to your core, pressing against your cilt, rubbing at the nub until you can feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten and━

A moan falls from your lips as you clench down around Seokmin’s thick length, the man moaning in return due to it as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes flutter close as you fuck yourself through your orgasm, the tightness of your walls pushing Seokmin closer and closer to the edge and━

His lips shape your name as he lets go, emptying out inside of you as his orgasm hits. His eyes clench shut, hips jerking up and stomach caving in as you keep moving until he’s telling you to stop. 

An exhausted breath falls from you as you roll off of him, almost collapsing next to him. Your thighs are burning and your cunt is leaking his cum but exhaustion had settled too deep in your bones for you to do anything more than curl into the heat of Seokmin’s body as your eyes flutter shut.

In the morning, you wake up to an empty bed. Seokmin taking the warmth of your skin with him.

A heaviness sits in your chest and you settle on a decision.

[mxngldmxdnsss]

The Hunt - series

Chap 5. Decode - Recom Miles Quaritch

I’m literally so tired rn wtf

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem!reader

cw! violence, war, guns, fire, trauma, this may be triggering to some with ed’s, death and nurses

Note : this chapter is DARK if you have problems with the content of this writing please do not read it any further. this series will have dark content. I apologize for saying this however I’m not responsible for the thoughts that come with this piece, I can only warn you and provide viewer discretions.

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

The cries of those people replayed over and over inside your head. Their screams of horror and fear. The sounds of guns and the heat of the fire set on the villages. It reminded you of hometree.

You remembered it like it was yesterday The cries of your people, sobbing as their only home they’d known was brought down in a day. You could still picture it. Could still hear it. Your people never stopped grieving their beloved hometree. Even you found yourself crying over your home. You could never visit for too long without fearing the sky people finding you.

You believed you could find a way to change these people. But they were savages. Ripping people from their homes. Taking no mercy on them. Killing their bonds like they were nothing. It tore you apart inside. How naive you’d been to believe that you could befriend, even mate with the monster in charge of the team.

It was one village after another, you felt so weak and helpless. Unable to do anything to ease the cries and pleas of the innocents. They looked to you for help, and all you could do was hope to calm them, even as your captors brought hell onto them. As the soldiers held guns to their heads and demanded answers.

The terror you witnessed all over again. It was horrifying, and you had to play part. The thought made you shudder as another sob escaped your throat. You brought a hand to your mouth and curled in on yourself, rocking yourself to sleep. You hoped the morning would never come, that the land would be forever shrouded in darkness, punishment for the sins brought upon Eywa and her people. You prayed to Eywa, words muddled by your broken cries. Spending the days to come, wailing as you hoped to wash away your sins.

You could hardly eat or sleep, the thoughts of what had happened plaguing your mind like death. Only you knew death was paradise to anything or anyone in the metal box you were trapped in.

Eventually the caretakers began to worry when your tray returned full, and your vitals dropped. They didn’t understand, they could never understand. To grieve so deeply for life you’d never known, was a feeling foreign to their cold hearts. The sky people were no different from stone. And the demons you’d once wanted to change, were hollow, void of feeling or compassion. Like dolls made from grass and leaves, made to obey.

You sighed at this thought, finding distraction from the uncomfortable ‘iv’ attached to your arm. Looking down, you observed the blossoming bruise surrounding the needle. It stung. Everything stung. Inside and out. All you wanted was to go home to never leave camp again. You felt tears forming in your eyes at this. The dreams of home felt real sometimes. Only to find yourself waking to the walls of your cell.

The reality of everything never felt so painful. You’d that that after war and loss, that you would feel numbness to everything. But it was opposite, all you could was feel every emotion from before. You felt it all in its fullness. You felt the anguish from your warriors, who felt nothing but failure. And you lived the cries of parents who lost their mates and children. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you knew that these humans needed tastes of their own medicine.

You knew when you got home you would have to tell your clan everything, and you knew that there would be war, greater than before. This time with more than the forest Na’vi fighting. You could only hope that before your release you could stay strong, your people needed you, needed your intel and insight. You only wished the Great Mother would show you how, how to help her people.

And she did. That night you dreamed something you thought was only a desire. But she showed you the hurt and pain it would bring beforehand. You knew you had a choice, but the choices separate from Eywa’s will, were measured. You thought of them, finding ways to make them work. But you knew that go succeed for your people, you would need to present Eywa, in all of her glory, to whom who’s fate was undecided.

You would need him to see Eywa. And for Eywa, him.

Your heart cried for him, although your mind seethed. It was him, you knew deep down, who Eywa had chosen to help bring balance to the sky people. With his influence he could bring peace to the humans, and with their peace, the Na’vi would be free from war.

You swallowed your fear and asked for him, all of him. Promising good health, just for his presence.

The nurses could only give you what you wanted, their worry for you more powerful than the fear for the General. They were happy, you figured. They were happy to have you bathed and changed, to have you fed and rested. You were relieved, their will to help so powerful. Like light within the darkness.

After you were cared for, they even started to move your things. You were given a room with a window, able to look out at the forest beyond the fences. Your home. You just had to comply, to learn their ways as they learned yours. It’d seemed that Eywa’s will extended to the sky people who didn’t believe in her. It was strange but a comfort to the pain you’d pushed down.

You’d kept your gaze on the trees, even as your caretakers came in and gave you a check up, and reminded you that he would visit you. Within your silence you’d prepared the way you’d fulfill your task. Praying once more to Eywa for guidance and signs, to know you were doing this correctly.

Ignoring the sound of the door as you witnessed atokirina’. You shivered, the spirits in numbers. It was enough to bring you to tears. You believed, in everything now. You had a mission, and without fail you would complete it. ‘Eywa’s mission.’

Wiping your tears you turned, expression content as you smiled at the person before you.

“Y/n.”

“Miles.”

Chap 6. It Will Rain

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[dnofsunshine]

Digimon Secret Santa Exchange 2023: Don't blame me (you started it)

Kuga Yuuya never texted her first. Until he did.

Written for @hallowed-nebulae for the @digisecretsanta 2023 exchange! :3

a/n: i'm your secret santa and (like i said on ao3 lol) i'm not entirely familiar with the digimon world series, or i wasn't until recently, so i hope i did your two favorites, Rina & Yuuya, justice!! i've enjoyed the gameplay so far of Re:digitize Decode and i enjoyed writing these two. i hope you have a safe and merry Christmas, and happy holidays!! <333 :D

Oh, and here's my Digimon discord server if you wanna yell abt digimon with us!

Read on AO3! || Read below the cut:

Kuga Yuuya did not texted her first.

It wasn’t something subjective—it was a simple, known fact! She wasn’t sure Yuuya texted anyone first. Often, when Rina texted him, Yuuya left her (very cruelly) on read. Sometimes he left her on delivered. Which was like, extremely rude, thank you very much.

(Granted, none of those messages were because of actual emergencies, but still. Her memes were nonetheless very important and warranted a response. But Yuuya had ignored her. Because of course he did. The jerk.)

So, naturally, when Rina’s phone vibrated and pinged, and Yuuya’s contact lit up her screen, Rina gaped. She blinked, surprised, and it took several moments to register that oh yeah, she should read the message.

Hey, Yuuya had written plainly. Jeesh, and he called everyone else boring.

Yeah, the world had totally ended. Sometime in the last few minutes, the world had ended and Rina had died and gone to an afterlife where apparently Kuga Yuuya texted her first.

She debated on calling him to see what was up, but that ran the risk of scaring him off because he didn’t even text, let alone call; so Rina leaned back in her chair and did what she did best.

Rina: hey!!!! ┌( ＾◡＾ )┘whatcha up to???

Yuuya: Studying. You use a lot of exclamation points, Rina-san.

Rina: and u text like the heir of the gigo company lol

Yuuya: Is… that a good or a bad thing?

Rina blinked again, her lips curving into a frown. She narrowed her eyes at her screen suspiciously, and who could blame her? Since when did Yuuya care about her opinion of him?

Rina: not bad!!! was just kiddin lol (≧_≦)

Yuuya: Okay.

She sent him another text that mostly consisted of emotes and exclamation points (perhaps proving his point), and this time, it took a while for Yuuya to respond. At least a good ten minutes.

Yuuya: What about you? What’re you up to?

Okay. Wow. She peeked out her bedroom window—yep, still snowing. Which meant it was still mid-December and she was still in Japan. Maybe. Probably. If she wasn’t… did it snow in the afterlife? To what afterlife had she been sent, for Yuuya to not only respond but ask about her in return? Smug, snooty Yuuya? What the hell was even happening? She couldn’t even begin to know the answer to that. 

Instead, she answered Yuuya.

Rina: just chillin!!! not really doing much haha it’s boring w/o V.V. here tbh

Yuuya: I see.

Another pause followed. Rina stood from her chair and made her way to her bed to sprawl out, phone in hand, as she awaited the continuation of their conversation. She got bored waiting on minute three and decided she couldn’t handle the suspense anymore.

Rina: so whats up???

Yuuya: I’m studying.

Rina: well duh u said that already i meant why did u text me

Yuuya: You text me all the time.

Rina: yeah! but u like never answer soooooo

Yuuya: Sorry.

Oh good god, okay. Yuuya, apologizing? Prideful, arrogant Yuuya? Maybe she’d gone to some alternate dimension—somewhere that wasn’t the digital world—where everything was the same except for one fifteen-year-old Kuga Yuuya.

She frowned again, this time in contemplation. As she pondered how to respond, she kicked her feet idly against her bed, tapping the back of her phone case if only to keep her fingers moving.

She wondered absentmindedly if his dad scolded him or something. From what she knew, Kuga Kenzou was more insufferable than Yuuya—which, of course, made sense considering he was Yuuya’s father—so it wasn’t much of a stretch to say he wasn’t all that great of a parent.

Her chest ached inexplicably at the thought and her frown deepened.

Rina: is ur dad being a bitch

Yuuya: Huh?

Rina: ya know ur dad is he being a bitch lol

Yuuya: I don’t see what he has to do with the conversation.

Then, after about a minute:

Yuuya: Father is always being a bitch.

Rina: lol!! i believe it honestly

And because Rina was a gremlin with no sense of self-control: 

Rina: his ass must really hurt from the stick shoved in it

Yuuya: Lol.

Rina blinked once more in surprise and then grinned at her screen because this was another new thing—Yuuya laughing at a joke? A joke she made? She didn’t even know Yuuya could laugh, much less over text. She didn’t know he even had a sense of humor.

They spent the next hour or so texting, with Rina sending memes (the normal amount) and emotes (also the normal amount) and Yuuya telling her that it was, in fact, not the normal amount. Eventually, the time between Yuuya’s responses grew longer and longer, and Rina assumed that he’d averted his full attention back to studying.

Rina: ur a fun texter lol

Rina: not as fun as me obviously but still fun just sayin

She sent it without really expecting a response right away, but she was surprised yet again when the reply came in only a few minutes.

Yuuya: Wow. One person approves of my texting habits.

Rina laughed out loud. This was a fun side of Yuuya to see.

(And no, it wasn’t because she felt a little warm inside that he seemed to trust her enough to make jokes with her.)

(She didn’t feel warm inside at all.)

(Yuuya was simply growing on her.)

(Like a fungus.)

Yuuya: Is this supposed to be an honor or a shame, since the person is Rina-san?

Her laugh quickly turned into a scandalized gasp as she stared down at her phone in offense. No, she changed her mind. Yuuya wasn’t growing on her.

“Rude,” she said aloud as if he could hear her, without any hint of fondness in her voice. None at all. "Yer such a punk."

Oh, who was she kidding—she sent him memes, shitposts, and festive, holiday-themed selfies every day after that for the rest of the month. If he was pissed about it, well, he texted her first.

[gingerbreadcities]

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