#fic: dental floss

[silverdune]

dental floss | p.sh

"vampirism is a right pain in the teeth."

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genre: vampire, slice of life, non-romance

character(s): park seonghwa (ft. ateez, other kpop artists (tba))

tags: vampires, blood (drinking, injury), explicit language, violence, injury detail, descriptions of metamorphoses, banter, references to dental practices, teeth, food, alcohol, historic and modern settings, flashbacks told in past tense, not 100% historically accurate, each chapter carries individual warnings

total word count: ~22k

summary: seonghwa has been under hongjoong's wing since he was turned in 1882. vampirism has been fun (for the most part), but there's one thing seonghwa absolutely can't stand to this day: his teeth. oh, and the fact that his loving mentor keeps suggesting he use dental floss on them.

a/n: what i originally planned to be a standalone one-shot has now expanded into a universe. also, while i take care to make sure i research the historical elements to the best of my ability, some parts may not be entirely historically accurate.

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[geddyqueer]

ok this is a version of that WIP meme that's going around right now that i have been tagged in several times but you won't get anything except knowledge that you helped me write at least one sentence.

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[myboypeter]

“Temporary stitches” all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward

[seethesin]

wake up call

pairing: Hazel Callahan x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, hazel & reader are 18+, established relationship, college au, body worship, teasing, oral over clothing, orgasm denial/edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: i too have caught feelings for my favorite arsonist, hazel callahan 😔 have an uncharacteristically short, smutty fic while i work my thoughts out.

loosely based on this prompt. gif pack/gif credit. enjoy :)

"Baby, it's time to get up."

You're too busy trying to sleep off a migraine to pay attention to Hazel stirring in bed or what she has to say. Even with an eye mask on, any stray refraction of light is enough for a splitting pain to reverberate in your head. You should have drank more water and less tequila last night.

Hindsight was always 20/20.

You and Hazel had met your friends at Mary's, a local gay bar a mile from campus. The bouncers never commented on the fake IDs you thrust in their hands every weekend and barely bothered to check them as they ushered you inside. Your best guess? They'd take every dollar they could get.

It was a small, hole-in-the-wall establishment, but it was fun enough for the group of you to drink, dance, and sing desperately off-key. It was your usual meeting spot on Thursday and Friday nights—sometimes Saturdays if you and Hazel had the strength to get out of bed in the morning—where you all could gossip about your professors and peers. You don't remember much from last night, but you do remember grinding on Hazel after downing three tequila sodas while Isabel bitched about her Econ professor, Mr. Weber.

You were now facing the repercussions of your debaucherous, dehydrated actions.

"Babe," Hazel tries again. Her disembodied voice is farther away now, most likely in the bathroom next door. "You're going to be late for calculus."

Who the fuck convinced you to take Friday classes? Let alone actually attend them?

Oh right. It was Hazel.

At least both of you managed to find off-campus housing at the end of sophomore year. If you had to share a bathroom with an entire floor again, you would have hung yourself with dental floss.

"Professor Hoyt can eat my ass," you grunt, grabbing your pillow and smashing it into your face. The next part of your sentence is so garbled that you can't even understand yourself. You hear Hazel's footsteps reenter your bedroom as the mattress concaves next to you. The pillow is nudged off your face and stray beams of light bury themselves back into your eye mask.

"She better not." Her breath fans against your cheek as you feel her nip playfully at your skin. "That's all mine."

Hazel can't see your exaggerated eye roll, but she feels the grin growing across your face. She mirrors it eagerly, pressing sweet, soft kisses down your cheek. You feel her lips ghost down your jaw before gliding down your neck. You hum quietly, reflexively tilting your head to the side to expose more flesh to her.

Hazel notices and firmly bites at the base of your neck. You moan, caught off guard.

"I can just ask Isabel for the notes after she gets out of Econ." It comes out as a whine as you feel Hazel shift on top of you.

"Mhmm," she mocks, her hands creeping under your nightshirt. Gingerly, she tugs it up and over your head before shoving it towards her side of the bed.

Her hot mouth reconnects with your skin, trailing down your chest, and kissing just over the curve of your breast. Her lips sink lower, enveloping themselves around your nipple as she sucks. Her hands slide up and down your body reverently before resting on your waist. You mewl, rutting your hips forward.

"Haze," you breathe but she ignores you.

Her lips pull away from your breast, kissing across your chest to give short, equal treatment to its twin. Whatever she was trying to do had the opposite effect on you; there was no way you were leaving this apartment when your girlfriend was too busy devouring every inch of your body.

Hazel kisses wetly against your skin as she begins her descent down your abdomen. Suddenly, she halts. Her nose brushes your navel and her mouth hovers just over your loins. She's so close to where you want her and you vocalize your frustration with a growl. Hazel's thumbs hook under the waistband of your underwear as her head sinks lower.

"Use your words," she teases, voice husky as she snaps the elastic band back into your skin.

You whimper, shoving your hips closer to Hazel's face. If you weren't so hungover, you would have clamped your thighs against her cheeks and squeezed. Hazel had a thing for breathplay anyway; she would have loved it.

"Put your mouth on my pussy."

"Yes ma'am."

Immediately, Hazel's hands grope the meat of your ass, tugging you toward her. Her lips kiss against your clothed cunt, her tongue poking out to kitten lick against the fabric of your underwear.

You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as short, raspy moans push from your throat.

"Fuck yes," you sigh, wriggling your hips to steal more friction from Hazel's tongue. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten as heat radiates from between your legs. Your underwear is soaked from a combination of your slick and Hazel's saliva. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you were already nearing your first climax.

Apparently, Hazel has a sixth sense for impending orgasms because she realizes that too. Without another word, she detaches herself from your body. The bed creaks as she rolls off it. Her footsteps retreat to the other side of the room.

She's gone. You keen.

"Hazel, what the fuck?" Your thighs press together, rubbing feebly to try and salvage a lick of your previous pleasure. It's useless and you give up with a petulant huff.

The brunette chuckles from a distance, the sound growing louder as she returns to the bedroom. You rip your eye mask off, squinting for a full-fledged minute as your pupils adjust to the sunlight. After blinking feverishly, you stare at Hazel, now leaning into the doorway. A sheen of spittle and slick glows from her chin.

"You're up," she states obviously, her arms crossed over her chest. The way they press into her tits makes your mouth water.

"I've been up!"

She snickers.

"Good. Now you won't be late to calculus anymore."

[zephyrchama]

Hey! Uhhh, my birthday is in two days and most my friends don’t want to celebrate with me. So could I get some comfort for an MC who is sad their human world friends don’t wanna celebrate but has the brothers by their side? I’ve been reading your fics and headcanons the whole night yesterday and they’re really good!

(Thank you!! Hope I made it in time, and I hope it's okay if I changed things up a bit to be an MC who wasn't expecting any sort of celebration. Please have a lovely day! Happy Birthday!) (Anyone who reads this, please be sure to wish seerachii a happy birthday!)

Your alarm was beeping. Just like every other day, you raised an arm and fumbled around in the sheets until your hand made contact with the alarm, turned off the noise, and sighed into the pillow. Waking up in a realm where the day-night cycle doesn’t exist was tough. Your body had a hard time keeping track of its natural rhythm.

It was a normal day. You had homework to do and errands to run. You decided ten more minutes in bed couldn’t hurt, as a treat, and felt around one more for your D.D.D.

New messages from all of the stores you frequented appeared in your inbox overnight. Fifty percent off today only! Buy 5000 grim worth of product and get a free present! Stop by in person and show this message to get a free sample! That last one vaguely intrigued you. Maybe you would stop by after the errands were complete. The kitchen was running low on trash bags, you needed a new notebook after spilling some caustic potion on your old one during class, and Satan asked you to pick up a pack of dental floss when the opportunity arose.

You slowly dragged yourself out of bed and over to the wardrobe. You wondered if it would be weird to dress a little fancier than normal, or if anyone would even notice.

Now that you were closer to the door, an odd sound caught your attention. Some kind of scuffling and movement on the other side of your bedroom door. Muffled voices. Your heart froze. Were you supposed to be on breakfast duty? Some of your housemates liked to be up early, and some of them got real cranky when their breakfast wasn’t prepared on time.

You hurried to put on whatever outfit was front and center before opening your door, expecting to see one or two grumpy demons waiting for their food. You were met with everybody, dressed in suits, in the midst of another sibling squabble. Things seemed tense and as soon as you opened the door, all of their attention turned towards you.

“You’re awake?” Beelzebub asked. “Good morning.”

This was a rare sight. Maybe your alarm clock was set to the wrong time and you woke up far later than usual. You rubbed an eye and opened your mouth to apologize for oversleeping but got cut off.

“Hold it! What in the three realms are you wearin’? You wore that same thing last week,” Mammon exclaimed, holding an arm out in front of the others as though holding them back.

Asmodeus shoved a decorative box overflowing with tissue paper into your hands. “Put this on! Go, go!” He nudged your back into your room, and they shut the door behind you.

What?

The muffled squabbling started back up. You heard Belphegor in particular complain, "I didn't get to say good morning."

"We'll do it properly the next time," Lucifer said, right before your attention was directed elsewhere.

Inside the box was a a stunning outfit. Far fancier than anything you thought of wearing that morning and custom-tailored exactly to your size. You admired it in the mirror, conflicted. This definitely seemed like a gift, but was it really? The material felt expensive. You didn't want to get your hopes up. It could be a coincidence, some new idea that Diavolo cooked up or an event you forgot to write on the calendar. But even if that were true, what a nice coincidence it was.

A hush fell over the brothers as you gripped the door handle. This was definitely weird. You swung the door open again and asked, "What's going on?"

"Happy Birthday!" a chorus of voices rang out. Some of them followed it up with "good morning!" Someone temporarily blinded you with a confetti popper.

"Sorry we forgot to say it before," Leviathan said, clapping.

Satan and Lucifer came forward to pick confetti and glitter out of your hair, congratulating you while Asmodeus fussed over your new outfit. "As I thought, it suits you! Hehe."

A mix of emotions welled up. Mostly shock. "You remembered? Or rather... you guys knew? I don't think I told you..."

"'course we knew!" Mammon boasted.

"Who do you take us for?" Belphegor took one of your hands while Beelzebub grabbed the other. They went ahead and intertwined their fingers with yours before anyone else could object.

"We have a lot planned for today, but first, was there anything on your schedule?" Satan asked. "I hope you didn't make too many plans."

"Yeah," you said truthfully, "if there's time I was going to pick up that floss and maybe some new stationary."

Asmodeus laughed and slid an arm around your shoulder. "Oh, you're so funny!"

"You can do that another day," Lucifer chuckled. "We have better things in store for you."

"I especially can't wait for dinner." "Beel, that's a surprise," Leviathan chided, poking the glutton in his side. "Oh, right. You didn't hear that."

They had a whole day of activities planned, just for you? You teared up a little. It was impossible to cover up with your hands being held, so you looked at the floor to try and collect yourself. Just for a moment.

Of course they noticed. Leviathan was alarmed and rushed to ask, "What's wrong?"

Lucifer's confidence wavered ever so slightly, a rare happenstance. He stepped forward with a worried expression and a handkerchief if you needed it.

"Mammon, what did you do?" Belphegor eyed his brother suspiciously.

"Why me? Nothin'!" he stammered, kneeling to get a better look at your face. "What's wrong, huh?"

These guys belonged to a big family. They might fight, but they always had each others backs and supported one another when the time came. You belonged to their big family. They might be overwhelming and needy, but they always had your back and supported you when the time came. You were an inseparable part of them. It was an inscrutable realization.

What was there to say? Thank you? That sounded far too simple to express the complex emotion pooling in your gut. You squeezed the hands that had reached out to you first. They squeezed back. Maybe it was okay to be a little selfish on your birthday in the Devildom.

A wavering smile spread across your face. "I can't wait. What are we going to do?"

[vroombeams]

🎃 helloo, trick-or-treat?

another "treat" bc i'm drunk and being made to think about rear 32, inadvisably! this is the uhhhh original inspo for The Tooth Fic. it was not a full dental kink, the initial concept was oscar-in-the-throes and just sort of giving up on being a person and mark taking care of him in the most basic sense of it all

“You know you’re way too old for me to be doing this,” Mark says, stern like he’s his dad. Oscar doesn’t respond. It seems impolite to talk with his mouth full.

Mark clicks his tongue and tugs the floss free from between Oscar’s canines, pushes further to get between his molars. It’s kind of humiliating. That he’s nearly twenty and he’s having his teeth done by someone who isn’t, like, a paid professional. Like he’s nine and not nineteen. 

The floss gets a bit deep. Oscar winces. There’s blood in his mouth, but he’s not done this in… months, maybe. This is the expected and probably deserved result.

Mark clicks his tongue again but he’s gentler on the next set. His face has gone softer.

“Not going to do this for you every day,” Mark says, quieter this time, working between Oscar’s back molar and the beginning edge of a wisdom tooth that’s only just come in. “When you’re back on the road you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

Oscar shrugs one shoulder. Mark’s moving on now, to the other side of his mouth. Oscar tips his head to let him in. 

“I’m not going to brush them for you, either,” Mark says, somewhat more gruffly. 

Oscar has to work against smiling. He’ll probably brush them for him. He’s good like that, when Oscar’s like this.

It’s proximity more than anything that has Oscar twitching his hips forward. Proximity and the feeling of being cared for, too, the vulnerability of letting Mark stick his fingers in his mouth and mess about with his teeth. There’s nothing inherently sexy about dental work. There is a lot inherently sexy about Mark getting his fingers practically down Oscar’s throat.

Mark sighs when Oscar rubs up against him, but Oscar’s not fooled. He’s into it too. The bulge at the front of his jeans is obvious. He likes having Oscar like this as much as Oscar likes being had like this.

“Brat,” Mark says, but he’s shuffling in as close as he can, thighs against the countertop, letting Oscar wrap his legs around his hips.

[after-witch]

Dr Gavin!!!!!! I went to the dentist today and somewhere deep in the recess my mind Dr Gavin snuck out.

Got any tidbits on him? I feel like the fic was a long time ago!

Oh, ahhh thank you for asking about a (vague) OC of mine, I don't mind sharing some tidbits!

Here's a few:

(note: references to noncon, drugging, abuse of power)

He's very much a no-nonsense dentist, and this applies to any reader he becomes obsessed with

He finds that his attitude can help guide you in the... right direction, both in terms of your dental hygiene and putting you underneath his metaphorical thumb

He prefers to worm his way into your life bit by bit--offering to check up on you with a phone call ("I only give this out to patients that I feel need the extra help," he'll say, giving you the number on a professional looking business card--it doesn't look shady, that way) which slowly extends to him asking about your personal life in other ways

Eventually he's not just checking on your dental hygiene but everything else; are you getting enough sleep? Eating right? Hanging out with the right people?

He'll isolate you as much as possible, including having you come in after hours so he doesn't have to worry about anyone else hearing what he says or does at his appointments

He can and will use laughing gas or other tools available at the dentist to make you calmer and more loosey goosey

It makes it easier for him to be more intimate with you, during appointments--not that he'd be so untoward as to have sex with you in the office, no no, but who's to say his gloved hands won't find their way under your clothing... his lips won't find their way to your own, after he's wiped away a bit of drool and blood?

He prefers not to kidnap but if he has to, he will--this is a last resort if you do something silly like want to leave his dental practice or accuse of him anything untoward

He has easy access to a few different things that can make you pliant enough to guide into his car or knock you out entirely

He hates the idea of you fighting him, but he also gets massively turned on at the idea of being the one to brush your teeth and floss them once he's brought you home, should you prove unwilling to behave

[jillsandwhichs]

Cleon Oneshots/AUs Collection , Chap 9 , Tasteful

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Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Leon wakes Claire up in the middle of the night, needing to taste her

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Sating

WC: 4.2k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Dirty talk, Fingering, Clit rubbing, Kissing, Biting, Suckling, Leon is just a very hungry man

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Art Creds: Ruby Goth

"You almost done?" The voice was deep & husk, it sounded spent. It was Leon, he was exhausted from the day he's had. Despite him not even working today, it was still challenging. "Almost! Where's the floss at handsome?" Claire asked her boyfriend, her tooth brush moving rapidly in her mouth as she cleansed her teeth. "In the cabinet babygirl." Leon replied, his tone louder than usual due to him being in the other room. Claire nodded to herself, spitting out the paste and watching as the blue mixed with white goop spilled into the drain.

Claire was big on dental hygiene, she never goes a single day without brushing, flossing & using mouth wash. The thought of plaque building up on her pearly whites makes her feel icky. Leon... Not so much. Claire has to often remind him to keep his mouth pristine, she doesn't mind though, just as long as it gets done. With her thumb, Claire wiped the access toothpaste from her toothbrush, rinsing it off before placing it back into it's holder.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go switch the loads of laundry in the garage, ok?" Leon shouted out to Claire from the living room. "Gotcha, be quick!" Claire yelled back, clicking on the cabinet mirror, it revealed a semi-secert storage section, it with held their floss, deodorants & more. She used the white, thick strip to remove the wet food from between her teeth ; luckily, there wasn't a lot, it depends on what she eats. One time, her & Leon went to a seafood boil and she had one helluva time attempting to remove corn skin from her teeth.

Leon entered their garage, it was quite chilly, the hairs on his arms raised instantly as he walked into the extensive room. Their washer & dryer was set up in there so it wasn't uncommon for them to have to come in at night, despite them disliking it. "Shit..." Leon mumbled to himself, his body quivering as he opened the dryer up, tossing the heated clothes into the basket. He didn't plan on putting the clothes from the washer into the dryer tonight though, he wasn't in the mood for all that.

Lifting up the basket, Leon held it at his side as he ambled out of the cold garage, closing the white door behind him. It lead into their kitchen, which was indeed micro sized but being it's just the two of them currently living here, it's not necessarily a problem. "I'm back babygirl." Leon spoke out, clearing his throat. He placed the laundry basket onto the kitchen table.

Claire showed up in the kitchen as well, she was now wearing a nightgown. Not your average one though, it had a black lacy trim on the collarbone & on the end of it. The base color was a dark red, it really suited her. The way it hugged her form was insanely attractive and Leon really couldn't keep his eyes off of her. What made it even better was the fact it was a silky fabric, it just drove the man absolutely mad. "Look at you..." Leon whispered, jokingly doing that classic cat-calling whistle. "Oh please, I am in no mood." Claire giggled, raising her arms up as she stretched. "Aw, you're no fun." Leon teased, looking her up & down.

"I am lot's of fun, I am just bushed." Claire explained, glancing at the laundry basket. "Did you put the clothes from the washer into the dryer?" "No... I can though." "No, no worries, let's just get ready for bed baby." Claire uttered out, yawning softly, which then caused a chain reaction, having Leon yawn too. "So weird how that works." Claire snickered to herself, turning around & strolling into their room. Leon's eyes immediately shot down to her ass, watching the way it swayed as she walked off. She was hot, Leon was a lucky man.

Wandering into the bedroom, Claire sighed softly to herself. Their bed was already made & ready to be slept in but there are a few more minor things she must do before bed. "Sweetheart, would you like me to keep the TV on tonight or no?" Claire questioned Leon as he convoyed into their bedroom with her. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine with that." Leon nodded, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Leon always sleeps without a shirt on, he's a sweater.

Grabbing the remote off of the entertainment center, Claire clicked the POWER button. A white flash screened off of the television before some random TV show began to play. The volume was at '13' so it wasn't too loud & they'd still be able to sleep comfortably. "That good? Does it need to be quieter?" "No babygirl, that's fine." Leon grunted out as he climbed in bed. "Damn Claire, do we really need all these pillows?" Leon chuckled out, tossing a few on the floor. "Hey! I just made the bed, you're an ass!" Claire moaned out, throwing her head back in frustration.

"Oh, my baby, you're fine." Leon laughed, placing his hands behind his head, continuing to check Claire out. "You're so sexy." Leon bit his lip. He was just teasing her but she also knew he was trying to get her aroused as well, it wasn't going to work though. He'd fail beautifully. "Honey, thank you, so are you, but I advise you stop while you're ahead." Claire chortled, putting down the remote and making her way to the bed. "Why?" "Because I'm too tired for sex tonight, that's why..." Claire rolled her eyes, turning off the light.

The bedroom went pitch black aside from the shining light bouncing off of their TV into the room and the minor, yellowish light emitting from their bedroom door. They never completely shut it, so. "Come here baby." Leon stretched his arms out, indicating he wants to hold her. "One sec, let me go take my medication."

Claire proceeded, sitting on the edge of their bed and popping open the pill bottle. The meds Claire takes are meant to help with her anxiety, it's her primary medication, she needs it. "You okay?" "Yeah, just sleepy." Claire responding, dropping the pill into her mouth before swigging soda with it. "Ok..." Leon mumbled back, turning the other way so his back was to her.

After swallowing, Claire fully emerged herself beneath the blankets & sheets, the feeling of how warm it was calmed her nerves. She's always had such a tough time sleeping, ever since she was a little girl, like Sherry's age, but it's slowly recovering.

Sleeping with Leon beside her definitely helps out a lot, but even that isn't a cure. She tossed her body to lay on it's side. This way, she could see her nightstand, their bedroom & closet door, part of the TV and the restroom door too. She feels safer being able to see the door leading into the room.

It was also cold in their bedroom. The fact their AC was on High contributed to the cold air but they both enjoy it, the feeling makes it easier to sleep. Especially when they're all warm & cozy beneath the blankets and when they're all snuggled up. Although, Leon did turn over and hasn't said a word, Claire just assumes he's not in a cuddly mood anymore. It doesn't matter though, Claire was ready to rest.

Her eyes already felt heavy & her vision became more blurry than usual. It was as if her brain was fighting off the sleep but her body was too fatigued. Claire remembers the days when she'd be up day & night, no sleep due to her job. Life's gotten easier in that department, she sleeps much more often than she use to. Slowly but surely, her eyes delicately fell front, her vision going black & all the running thoughts that were bursting through her head faded away, it was peaceful. And she was finally asleep.

Leon on the other hand though, he was struggling. He has heavy insomnia. Sometimes, he just literally can't sleep. It's a challenge for him to do so. He can't even count the amount of medication he's taken for it, nothing just ever works out for him. His doctor recommending keeping white noise on & thinking about something special to him, but when he does that, he just thinks about Claire and that seriously keeps him awake. Especially with how she's been acting tonight. She's always on his mind, but more so tonight.

Shuffling around, Leon turned himself to turn back to Claire, her back facing him. He could hear her soft, sweet noises as she slept calmly. Leon scooched himself closer to her, her back warmly against his front. Leon's face was buried in her dark brown hair, it smelt like cherries, that's one of her favorite scents so it fits. He breathed in her scent deeply whilst wrapping his well-built arm around her waist & pulling her closer into him. Holding her helps.

As Leon officially got comfortable, his breathing stilled & all the terrifying thoughts of his past trauma drifted away. His PTSD is prominent at night, it causes his insomnia ; well, at least that's what he believes. Claire & Leon's gentle breathing was synced, as if it were a harmony. "My sweet girl..." Leon whispered hushly to Claire, he knew she wasn't fully asleep yet, rather just trying to. "Let's go to sleep hun." Claire stated, placing her arm upon his, holding him back.

-

Deep into the night, a few hours since the two had both fallen asleep, it was around 3:25 AM. The moonlight shimmered through the white, square blinds that covered the large window hosted on the left side of the wall. The television was still on too, the movie 'Fight Club' was on, Leon could tell considering he favors the film. This specific channel often plays movies similar to said film. Leon's throat was quite dry, it's common though. He didn't drink much before he went to bed.

Coughing aloud, Leon let go of Claire and reached over for the water bottle on her nightstand, guzzling it down swiftly. The way the liquid trickled down his throat felt refreshing. Claire was still asleep and she looked gorgeous. Leon gazed down at her, smirking as he did so. She was his world. With that nightgown she was wearing, it made her look ever sexier. Leon felt wide awake now. This happens more often than he wishes. He'll sleep for a few hours, sometimes less, and then he'll awaken & not be able to fall back into a rest.

Setting the bottle back down, Leon nestled himself back into the bed, laying on his back too. His head faced the ceiling, all he could see was the TV reflection & their ceiling fan which was turned off at the current moment. He could feel Claire tossing & turning, she also struggles with sleeping, just not like Leon does. He already knew he was gonna have a bitch of a time trying to fall back to sleep. It didn't help that he was also turned on ; he can't help it, especially when Claire looks like how she does right now.

He shifted his head to face Claire as she was now facing him as well. Her eyes were shut tenderly, her skin looked smooth as she slept. Her lanky arms were bundled up against her chest too, as if she were coddling herself. From laying on his back, Leon moved himself to lay on his side so he could view Claire easier. He wanted to wake her up but he also felt bad in the process, knowing she was restless. He agreed with himself to just try, only to see what she'd say... "Honey? Claire?" Leon uttered out, moving his hand to her waist, feeling the silk collid with it as he stroked her lovingly.

All Claire did as Leon caressed her was make a whiney noise, as if she was a baby. "Adorable..." Leon whispered to himself. "Claire, babygirl, I have a question." Leon stated out again, watching as now her entire body moved to make her lay down on her back. "Leon, what's wrong, it's like..." Claire stopped speaking for a moment, checking the mini clock on their wall before continuing on. "It's almost 4 am..." Claire groaned out, staring up at him.

She was clearly still very tired ; Leon didn't blame her one bit. "I just... I want you." Leon mumbled to her, leaning down closer to her irresistible face. "How are you turned on at 3:30?" Claire shrieked, sitting up and allowing her back to rest against the headboard. "Because of you. You're so smoking." Leon teased her, his voice funny. "Because of me? No, just admit it, you're a damn jack rabbit." Claire snickered, smiling at him. She seemed sort of loopy, but it was just her tiredness wearing off.

"Sorry for waking you up baby, I shouldn't have, if you'd like to go back to sleep, we can." "No, that's alright, I have to pee anyways, you know I'll have a hard time heading back to bed." Claire yawned out while she sat up off of the bed. "Oh and honey..." Claire giggled out, turning out to face him before bringing herself down closer to his ear, "I'm not wearing anything beneath this gown." She cutely tittered before pecking his ear and stumbling off to the rest room. As she spoke those enticing words, Leon felt himself get immediately stiff. She's got a way with her words.

Leon shot up off of the bed just a minute or so after Claire left to the bathroom, making his way to it. He needed her, he didn't just want her. It was a craving he couldn't put on hold much longer. Claire has him wrapped around her little finger. Before the two of them even starting dating, Leon was never the type to be down so badly for a woman. Once he and Claire got together, that really did change. He's all about her. She drives him nuts. He's crazy for her.

Yawning once more to herself, Claire flushed the toilet and strided to the bathroom door, placing her petite hand on the handle, twisting it and opening the door. Directly as she opened it, Leon was standing right in front of it before he instantly grabbed ahold of her face, pressing his manly lips to hers, basking in the flourishing feeling of kissing her. "Leon!" Claire cackled as he firmly held onto both of her cheeks. Hearing her talk, Leon pulled away with a smile, "I want you babygirl." "I want you too." Claire hushed back, a glimmer of lust filling her eyes.

Leon's rugged hands stayed on her warm face as he lead her back over to their bed, playfully tossing her on it. "Baby!" Claire laughed. It was as if she'd be awake the entire time. Crazy what horniness can to do you. Leon adjusted himself on top of her, his hunky arms side by side to her shoulders, holding his weight up with complete & total ease. Claire moved her soft & kind hands to his lower cheeks, allowing her nails to run through his scruff. "You're so beautiful, my love." Leon whispered to her, leaning down again and kissing her with pure love & lust.

As they were making out, Claire swiped her wet tounge along Leon's lower lip, wanting entrance into the man's mouth. She yearned for him. The feeling of his tounge against hers was always exlierating. Just for Claire, Leon let his mouth gap open slightly, moaning against her as he felt her tasteful tounge against his. It was as if their tongues were massaging each other. It made Leon's member pulse & twitch. All it did was show off his thirst for her.

"Gosh, I love you." Leon added between kisses, before he'd then go back to his tongue colliding with hers. "I love you most." Claire spoke blissfully, her voice radiating seductiveness. Soft noises released from Claire's vocals as Leon kissed her more passionately, his tongue touching every angle of her mouth. This is part of why Claire is so big of dental hygiene... She wrapped her slim arms around his upper back, rubbing it and relishing in how he felt on top of her.

Officially though, Leon finally pulled away, grinning down at her. "Just relax sweetheart." The man said steadily as he began to kiss & suckle on her ravishing neck. Leon knew what he was doing - he was gonna leave as many hickies on her as he could. "Baby..." Claire whined out, her left hand surfing through his flowy hair as he sucked on her neck roughly. "I said relax, Claire." Leon laughed, pulling away for a moment to gander at her. "You're a crazy man." "I'm well aware." Leon chuckled, going back to his practices.

The spots of dark purplish red circles began to form on her throat, Leon felt accomplished. She'd go to work on Monday, and all the men there will know she's with someone else, and that she will be forever & ever. "You're my everything." Claire hummed out, biting her lip hard as Leon switched to the other side of her neck. "You're mine as well, my entire world." Leon whispered back to his girlfriend, loving how she was acting in the current moment in time.

Hickies and kisses were planted on both sides of Claire's neck, he marked her as his. "It's gonna be so unprofessional of me to go to work like this Monday." Claire laughed as Leon kissed down her body, her lips on the fabric of her gown. "Let's get this out of the way." Leon snickered, grasping into Claire's hands as he helped her sit up so he could remove the sexy attire. She was completely nude underneath, it only fueled Leon's arousal further.

"My beautiful girl." Leon smiled, placing himself back atop of her. The woman blushed at his lovely words ; he always knew what to say.

Starting at her chest, Leon kissed & suckled all along it. His mouth would go back & fourth between both of her supple, serene breasts. His tounge knew how to work itself on them. Claire's nipples hardened as Leon sucked on her breasts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he did. Leon received pleasure even when he wasn't the one having it done on him. Claire's body is enough for him. Her noises are enough. She's enough.

"Leon..." Claire breathed out softly. The way he made her feel was ineffable. He knew where to kiss & suck, it was like he could read her body & mind. He was so gentle yet so passionate, Claire felt a surge of heat deep within her, the heat of lustfulness. Claire placed her hand on his head in attempts to push it down further, clearly wanting more. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" "You know what I'm doing!" Claire snorted out, lifting her head of slightly to gaze at him. Leon just snickered in response, his lips trailing down to her pinched stomach.

Softly kissing her tummy, Leon soughed out quietly, taking in all that is happening. He was so close to her core, he could feel himself aching for her. His length was still erect as ever & twitching too. He couldn't wait to be inside her once more. Leon's arched nose swiftly brushed against her lower stomach as he towed himself to her center, her shiny wetness was ever so evident. "You really take your time." Claire spoke with a snarky, attractive voice. "Foreplay baby." Leon snapped back, biting her inner thigh playfully.

Leon kissed down both of her thighs, taking his sweet time whilst embellishing in her body. He nibbled one them too, making sure to not leave a single spot untouched. Oddly enough, Claire's thighs are one of his favorite parts of her body, Claire always teases him for it. "I need you." Leon huskily grunted out, his lips officially reaching the top of her inner thigh. "Then have me." Claire whispered, her hands roaming through his hair. Leon processed her words for a moment before just chuckling and latching onto her core.

Immediately, Claire released a loud, meaningful moan. Her hands digging at his hair as his mouth did wonders on her core. "Jesus Christ!" Claire panted out, her thighs shaking as he didn't let up. The man was relentless. It felt so good, Claire could hardly form words. Leon really knew how to use his tongue. "Leon..." Claire whimpered out as his lips sucked on her clit, he yearned for it. It was the most sensitive part down there, he was gonna make sure she felt fantastic.

The taste of her wet, alluring center was irresistible. Leon was eating her out as if it was going to be his last meal. "Fuck it feels so good." Claire moaned out softly, her body twisting & shifting, she could not stay still with the way he was eating her. Leon's arms were wrapped around her thighs as he attempted to hold her in place. She was so sensitive. "Babygirl, stay still..." Leon leered out, his breath warm against her clit. "It's so hard..." Claire gasped out, practically riding his face now.

Leon unravelled his right arm from around her thigh, placing it on the bed before allowing it to slither up towards her entrance. He pulled his mouth away from her for a second, slipping two fingers through her wet folds, rapidly getting a reaction out of her. "Oh my God." Claire shrieked, her back arching upwards as she felt his thick fingers play with her center. "You are so beautiful." Leon snickered before slowly & gently pushing two of his fingers inside of her, his index & his middle.

An out of breath gasp emitted from deep within Claire's throat as she felt both of Leon's fingers push inside of her. He shoved them in as deep as he could. He didn't wanna be rough with her, not yet at least. Claire continued to run her fingers through his slick hair, living for this moment. As he pumped his fingers in & out of her at a decent pace, he eventually went back to eating her out.

Both feelings were so overstimulating. Leon really knows how to work himself on her. The feeling of her walls around his fingers was so erotic and Leon was loving it. She'd occasionally get super tight around him, it made him wanna just fuck her even more. As he licked her inner folds & clit, he also thrusted his fingers faster into her. He could tell she was getting close but he didn't plan to stop until the very end.

Claire's toes were curling, her mouth was wide open and her stomach felt on fire. All of the pleasure she's been feeling is finally getting to her. It's gonna hit her like never before. "You're doing so well." Leon whispered out to Claire, turning his fingers inside of her. Each time he did that, all it did was cause Claire's hips to buck. She was eager. She longed for this just as he did. Claire wanted to close her eyes, just relax in the everlonging pleasure but at the same time, she weirdly enjoyed watching Leon please her. It was a sight, that's for damn sure.

The sounds of Leon plunging his fingers into her was so hot. Her wetness was never ending, that's how much he turned her on. "Dammit, baby, I'm close." Claire huffed out as she pulled on his hair tightly like she was using him for support. With no reply, Leon only continued. He slurped & devoured her, her taste was no embedded into his mouth & breath, which he didn't mind. Her scent was insanely arousing.

"Just hold out a bit longer baby." Leon ordered as he pulled his fingers out of her, gripping onto both of her thighs whilst suckling on every section of her entrance, even sticking his slippery tongue into her core. His eyes were shut gently as he took in the experience. His expression was plain but oh, there was so much running through his head as he pleased her. "Just like that, right there, Leon." Claire pleaded with him, basically grinding her hips against his face, feeling his scruff on her thighs.

A few more swipes of his tongue, and Claire was spent. She felt that heat wave deep inside of her explode and wash over her like a tsunami. "Oh fuck." Claire stuttered out, squeezing her thighs around Leon's head as she rode out her orgasm. As she came, Leon caressed her thighs whilst staring up at her, just watching her face contort as she rode out her high. "Mmm." Leon hummed out, kissing her thigh twice and then pulling away. "Oh fuck." Claire spoke again but this time more coherent.

"You okay?" "Yeah, yeah baby." Claire chuckled, looking over at the clock and noticing it read 3:40 AM now. "That was really good." Claire smiled, sitting up on her knees and hugging him tightly. Leon beamed and wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling her naked body against his. "I'm glad sweetheart." He whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head. "I'm not tired anymore." She scoffed playfully. "Me either honey... I can go make us something to eat, if you'd like." "Yes please." Claire laughed, letting him go.

"Alrighty, be right back." Leon kissed her quickly before standing up, adjusting his pants, then walking out of the room, leaving Claire to reminisce.

[sunshinebingo]

Sunny one so true, I love you

Ship: Elucien

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: NSFW

Read on Ao3 here

Part 3 of the fic written for Acotar Writing Circle. Thank you again @azrielshadowssing for organising this. It was really fun and I am so glad to be a part of it.

Check out Part 1 of this elucien fic by @fieldofdaisiies and Part 2 by @kingofsummer93. I absolutely love their part and i hope that my contribution to this lives up to theirs. Also check the Acotar Writing Circle Masterlist for more amazing fics by incredible writers.

Enjoy!!

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Elain stared up at Lucien. She had expected him to react like the bad boy he claimed he was; smug about finally getting a way to her panties, or dental floss as he had called her pink thong. But instead he seemed shocked at her positive response. Elain found it adorable that beneath his confident demeanour, he still had a little doubt about her response. But adorable was not what she was seeking right now.

‘’So,’’ Elain raised her eyebrows at him, ‘’are you about to show me if you are a nice guy?’’

Lucien’s smirk returned then. And if she was not already completely gone for him, that smirk would surely have done the trick. Elain lifted her ass a bit. She desperately needed to be closer to him.

‘’Are you getting impatient Sunny?’’ Lucien moved his hand up her bare legs, causing the heat in her core to build up.

‘’What happened to Thunder?’’ she asked breathlessly. She tried to close the distance between their lips but Lucien slightly pulled back. He looked so smug when he stared at her lip that she started to bite it in frustration.

Damn him and his teasing and his hand that was getting so close to where she wanted him to be.

‘’Sunny suits you best,’’ he said, ‘’because you light up my world by just existing.’’

Elain snickered. ‘’That was so corny.’’

‘’You like it,’’ Lucien wiggled his eyebrows.

Elain wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. A tingling sensation went through her body when their lips brushed. But Lucien was not done teasing her.  Even when Elain was feeling the tension in his body.

‘’Admit it first,’’ he said against her lips. He was holding himself back and Elain hoped that he would fuck the life out of her once he was done playing games.

‘’Okay fine,’’ she rolled her eyes, ‘’I love it. Happy?’’ Lucien’s smile was so bright that she instantly forgave him for the teasing. But Elain wanted to return to favour. There was no reason for her to be the only one aching for him.

‘’Now,’’ she started to glide a hand down his chest, ‘’are you going to show me if you are a nice guy or not?’’

Her pussy throbbed at the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingers. Lucien closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers when her hand went even lower. She slowly started to tug on the string of his sweatpants. He gripped her leg tighter while his other slipped under her t-shirt to grab her small breast.

‘’I knew that you are not the good girl you pretend to be Sunny.’’

‘’I can be anything for you Lucien,’’ she said as she spread her legs wider. He took the invitation and moved his hand there. When his thumb grazed her bare centre  and he felt how wet she was, Lucien’s control finally snapped.

‘’Fuck,’’ he muttered and claimed her mouth in a hard kiss.

Elain moaned at the first contact that their tongues made. She pushed herself closer against him and Lucien did not hesitate before he started rubbing his fingers on her pussy. She pushed his sweatpants down and – gods – he was big. And he felt so good in her small hands.

Elain started pumping his cock in her hands. Lucien gasped and inserted a finger inside her. She threw her head back on the couch, giving him access to her neck. Lucien moved his finger in and out of as his lips lowered on her neck. He bit her and soothed the sting with his tongue and lips.

He dipped another finger inside her and Elain moaned at how much he was stretching her just like this. Lucien started to slowly thrust in her hand when she gripped him harder. She was so close that her moans turned louder. The pace of his fingers inside her increased. The feeling hit her so hard that she forgot everything but Lucien’s name as she came.

For a moment she felt like she was about to black out. But then she opened her eyes to find Lucien smirking at her.

‘’That’s my girl,’’ he said and sucked his fingers until they came out clean.

Elain was still breathing unevenly but she released her hold on his cock and pulled him down for a kiss. The taste of her on his tongue made the heat inside her rise again. Without breaking the kiss, Elain placed a hand on Lucien’s chest and started to push him back. They both moved until Lucien was fully seated on the couch.

They broke apart so they could get rid of their clothes to toss them across the room. When Elain straddled him, she took the time to admire his glorious body. Her eyes trailed from his beautiful face to his strong arms and his sculpted abs. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, big and hard and almost throbbing for her.

Lucien placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her face until she could look into his russet eyes. ‘’We’ll have plenty of time to experiment Sunny,’’ his deep voice reverberated through her, ‘’right now I want to be buried deep inside you.’’

Elain crashed her lips on him. Lucien grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer. She felt his cock pushing at her entrance a second later. He swore as Elain lowered herself on him. She plunged her fingers in his hair, pulled at his roots and started riding him. His fingers had felt good. But the feel of his thick cock deep inside her was something that could not be compared to anything that Elain had known before.

This could not be called love-making. It was a frantic fucking after both of them had been holding back for so long.It was a result of all the time spent pining after the other topped with the frequent teasing and flirting.

Lucien lowered his head and started sucking on her nipples. He took the other one between his fingers and pinched. Elain pulled harder on his hair, loosening them from the messy bun that they were in. The pressure inside was becoming so intense that Elain buried her face in his shoulder. Lucien could feel how close she was. ‘’Come for me Sunny,’’ he whispered in her ear. ‘’ I want you to soak my cock with your cum.’’

The words went straight to the place where their bodies were connected. Elain exploded around him so hard that her legs trembled. Lucien wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He thrust his cock deep inside her a few more times before Elain felt his groan as he came inside her.

He held onto her, rubbing his hands up and down her back. When he suddenly froze, Elain pulled away to look at him.

“Shit we forgot the condom.”

Elain’s eyes widened. How could they have forgotten that. But then she remembered…

“It’s fine. I take the pill.”

Lucien released a sigh of relief. Then he stood up, taking Elain with him. She winced slightly when his cock slowly slipped out of her though she immediately felt the absence of him there.

He walked to the bathroom where they both cleaned up. Lucien was so careful when taking care of her that Elain’s heart swelled with a feeling other than lust. He might be more than good at pleasuring her but he was more than just a walking sex toy.

After they were both somewhat dry, Lucien lifted her in his arms again. This time he carried her to his bedroom and placed her on his bed.

His sheets were covered in his sweet and spicy scent. Elain smiled as she buried her face in his pillow. Lucien came to lie next to her and she snuggled in his arms, feeling hopeful that what happened on the couch and after was just a beginning.

.....

The weekend that Lucien had spent with Elain had been nothing short of blissful. Being with her came so naturally that one would think they had been together for a while. The truth was that Lucien had only mustered the courage to ask his long time crush out on an official date when they had been cuddling in his bed after their first time having sex on the couch.

Elain had been thrilled by the idea. This was a good omen for Lucien who was afraid that his ‘’bad boy’’ reputation would make her hesitate to pursue something with him. The cherry on top of her positive response was the mind-blowing sex they had after that. They might not have officialised their relationship yet  but they sure were having good practice in the bedroom. And the bathroom. And the couch of course. And maybe also the kitchen judging by how delicious Elain looked sitting on the counter wearing one of Lucien’s shirt. The song that had been stuck in his head for days played in the background.

Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way

You gave to me your all and all

Now I feel ten feet tall

The words could not be more true.

‘’Vassa will skin me alive when she finds out,’’ Lucien said when he came to stand between Elain’s legs and started to caress her bare skin.

The sound of Elain’s laugh sounded even more perfect now than when Lucien did not know yet what her beautiful smile tasted like.

‘’Is she really what you are thinking about right now?’’ she asked, tucking a strand of his messy hair behind his ear.

Lucien tilted his head to place a kiss inside her wrist. ‘’You don’t know how scary she can get Sunny.’’

You're my spark of nature's fire

You're my sweet complete desire

Sunny one so true, I love you

This song was turning into his favourite.

‘’Oh trust me I know,’’ Elain smirked. ‘’Sometimes I wonder if Jurian is still with her because he is scared for his life.’’

Lucien laughed, remembering the few times he’d had to reassure Jurian after his best friend was certain that his girlfriend would murder him because he did something stupid. As if they had been summoned by the ongoing conversation, Jurian and Vassa entered the apartment. Both of them dropped their bags on the floor as soon as they saw their friends and roommate being closer than usual in their shared kitchen. Elain and Lucien froze. He cursed when a mischievous smirk appeared on Vassa’s face but did not remove his hands from Elain’s legs. He could always pretend that he was trying to warm her.

To Lucien’s surprise, the first thing that came out of Vassa’s mouth was ‘’You owe me 50 bucks’’ when she addressed Jurian.

‘’Excuse me? You are the one who owe me,’’ Jurian replied.

‘’Look at them,’’ Vassa pointed at them while still addressing her boyfriend. Lucien and Elain just stared at them questioningly.

‘’I am. And I see that you owe me some money babe. So you –‘’

Elain cleared her throat, causing the bickering to stop and their friends to turn to them.

‘’What are you two talking about?’’ Elain asked.

Vassa rolled her eyes and started to walk to the fridge. ‘’I bet that we would walk in on you doing some dirty stuff,’’ Vassa explained as she retrieved a box of ice-cream.

Lucien raised his eyebrows in surprise. What surprised him was that Vassa was not only fine with him being so close to Elain but that it seemed like she was expecting it. He turned to Jurian and asked ‘’What did you bet on?’’

His best friend shrugged. ‘’That there would be some development but we would not walk in on anything.’’

‘’You see,’’ Vassa waved her spoon at Lucien and Elain like a sword. ‘’I win.’’

‘’They weren’t doing anything,’’ Jurian scoffed.

 ‘’They were about to.’’

Jurian took the ice-cream from Vassa. ‘’About to but they haven’t yet.’’

The argument between the two did not stop as they walked towards the living room. Jurian was about to place the box of ice-cream on the couch when Elain suddenly shouted ‘’DON’T’’. Vassa and Jurian quickly turned to look at her.

‘’…put the ice-cream on the couch,’’ Elain slowly continued.

Understanding dawned on Lucien when he noticed that Elain’s gaze was still fixed on the couch. Vassa eyed her friend suspiciously. Elain looked away, a blush clearly starting to spread on her cheeks. Lucien pursed his lips to retain his laugh when Elain buried her face in his chest.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” Vassa yelled at them.

“What is happening?” Jurian asked, placing the ice-cream on the coffee table instead.

Vassa pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in exasperation. “They had sex on the couch.”

Jurian's expression started to turn into one of disgust. ‘’Oh come on,’’ he exclaimed, looking straight into Lucien’s eyes, ‘’the couch is sacred.’’

Not anymore, Lucien thought. Jurian had mentioned once that he and Vassa avoided having sex around the apartment in places where all of them would hang out together. But that was their rule not Lucien’s. Unable to hold himself any longer, Lucien burst out laughing.

Vassa shook her head in disbelief. Then he took her boyfriend by the wrist and started to drag him away.

‘’Where are we going?’’ Jurian asked but did not resist.

Vassa narrowed her eyes at Lucien and said ‘’To have sex somewhere they will put their asses on.’’

‘’Okay,’’ was Jurian’s response.

Elain lifted her face and watched them leave the room. Soon after, they heard the door to the bathroom shut. Elain looked up at Lucien and snickered.

“We will use your towel to clean the mess Lucien,” Vassa shouted from behind the door.

 “Guess I will just have to burn it after,” Lucien simply shrugged.

Elain laughed and hopped off the counter. She grabbed the ice-cream from the coffee table and took a spoonful of it. Lucien’s eyes narrowed on her mouth as she licked the remaining off the back of the spoon.

“Why don’t we make better use of that,” he said as he took the ice-cream from her hands.

‘’Can we use it for some dirty stuff?’’ Elain asked, batting her eyelashes at him in mock innocence.

‘’You will be the death of me Sunny,’’ Lucien purred.

Elain giggled and followed him to his room.

[siberat]

Try This On for Size

gift promp for @mr-miss-anonymous , on/off fic involving Lingerie. Mild adult topics, chubfic

Talk about an odd request!

But come on, this is Bla/st Of/f we are talking about, and when On/slaughtdesires something, do you think he will not obey?

It’s been a few weeks since the pair decided to finally make the leap and share a berth room. You can bet that made the shuttle’s spark flutter- as well as make him squeal like a little schoolgirl, complete with dancing in place! Finally, to wake up in his bigger leaders’ solid arms and smell that luscious musk surrounding him like fog during an early morning was definitely a dream come true.

And that definitely happened. Bla/st Of/f loved how safe and secure he felt, all tucked in next to his adoring lover, who smelt so strongly of burnt oil!

That’s not all. It turns out that On/slaughtenjoyed cuddling, and the brown and purple Decep/ticon had no qualms about being the smaller spoon. He just loved his commander’s servos creeping over his body in the moments right before drifting off into recharge. Feeling the other gently trace seems, or cup at his growing waistline was ever so soothing.

That was another thing. Bla/st Of/f had put on a few extra pounds these days. The war was dying down, and energon rations were not as strict. So, naturally, he did not feel guilty going for seconds or thirds. In fact, On/slaughteven encouraged it.

How?

Well, he would bring back such tasty treats upon returning from his shift and had no qualms about egging him on to indulge himself. And just how could the shuttle resist? The treats were his favorite—small little yellow cakes covered with pink frosting and loaded with little granite crumbles. They were such a nice mix between soft and crunch, and the flavor just killed one with sweetness! Golly Bla/st Of/f was known to polish the entire box in one sitting.

Then, he sat himself down for a full-course meal.

But anyway, onto the present. Bla/st Of/f was tucked away in the bathroom and looked at himself in the full-body mirror. Was On/slaughtserious, or was this just some harsh joke?

About ten minutes earlier, his lover presented him with a wrapped box and flushed cheeks. OMG, his leader looked so cute with reddened cheeks and smiling bashfully. This sight wasn’t seen nearly enough! Not a mech to be rude, Bla/st Of/f kindly listened as On/slaughtasked if he could wear that gift to berth tonight. It would please him ever so much.

The shuttle eagerly agreed without opening the box, which perhaps was a mistake. But he was a devout and dedicated lover: he would do anything to please his partner! However, the last thing he expected to find in that box was a lacey, pink-colored body suit, complete with attached garters and stockings. Soft little feather-like puffs lined the edges, and the garment was so skimpy it was practically nothing…

And he must have made a face because On/slaughtbecame a stuttering mess, claiming he didn’t have to wear it if he didn’t want to. However, Bla/st Of/f was a mech of his word. Just the other night, he claimed there should never be any hesitation to ask if anything could be done for such a deserving boss… it’s just the shuttle thought more of sucking something off… or something along those lines… not dressing like some whore-bot…

Yes, back to looking at his plump body stuffed into this skimpy little outfit. His belly, while constrained in tight yet stretchy lacey fabric, swelled past his hips. The corset-like top clung tightly upon his boxy chest, tied so tightly it made his love handles spill out more than usual. Frilly little straps of the built-in garter belt ran over his thick thighs and attached to silky smooth pink nylons (which were hard to put on- there was no way the shuttle wanted to put a run in these things)

And let’s not forget the thong underwear. Primus, it was like he had dental floss between two enormous marshmallows (yes, his fat ass).

Anyway, back to the question: Was On/slaughtserious about this? Did his lover really wish to see his fat frame shoved inside this skimpy and dainty garment that barely contained his flab?

Blast Odd ran his servos down his frame and simply adored how silky-smooth the material felt as it clung to his frame. Wow, this felt amazing. That fabric rubbed so teasingly against his frame- tickling ever so nicely in all the right spots.

Despite his unsureness, his frame heated up. Did he look bad? If his lover wanted to see him all dolled up in this outfit, he would provide- he did as he was told. In fact, upon the shuttle’s agreement to try it on, that smile adorned On/slaught’s lips was delightful!

Suddenly, his train of thought took a different path. Yes, his leader told him plenty of times to be more confident in himself, so he might as well give it a shot, right?

He looked good.

He looked sexy.

His cooling fans clicked on as his servos rubbed over his doughy belly and traced the garters down his fat thighs. His interface paneling opened, releasing his already stiffening spike and leaking port.

Golly, Bla/st Of/f could hardly wait for what was to come! If he didn’t want to lose himself so soon, he would have stood there stroking himself some more, but he had a special someone to entertain. And just because he was pitching a tent did not give him an excuse to not deliver.

After a few final adjustments, Bla/st Of/f bit his lip as he checked himself over; he looked more than presentable. It was time to go out and make On/slaughthappy—give him what he wanted—and perhaps make him beg for mercy.

Either way, Bla/st Of/f didn’t care…. For he was confident he was going to get lucky tonight. And just knowing that tank wanted him was enough to give him the courage to open the bathroom door and step out

[silverdune]

dental floss | one. silk thread

"now your eyes are just like mine!"

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

dental floss masterlist | next ->

character(s): park seonghwa, kim hongjoong (ft. jeong yunho, jung wooyoung)

tags: vampires, non-romance, blood (injury, drinking), graphic descriptions of metamorphoses, detailed descriptions of teeth, violence, gore, explicit language, emotional hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief moments of hostility, flashback (past tense), lots of emotions, gratuitous use of fledgling, onions and potatoes get too much of a spotlight (yes), wy has an impacted canine - if i missed anything, please lmk!

word count: 7.8k

summary: seonghwa looks back on the moment his life changed forever, as well as the man who came to the rescue and the odd new invention in his pocket.

a/n: ahhhh i am genuinely so hyped to finally write the vampire fic i have always wanted to write; thank you to peony and anne (@bikerjongho) for all your hype and support, as well as my friend @scarletdemoness22 for all that you do; i love you all 🫶 now.. here we go!

Seonghwa remembers the first time he got new teeth.

All the history books he'd ever read on vampires told him that it was the most painful part of the process- somehow. Surely, Seonghwa thought, between the back-breaking work of having your entire life shift in thirty seconds and the time it would take to adjust to the immortality, two little teeth protruding through wouldn't be so bad..

Oh, how wrong he was.

There he sat, cradling his jaw like he’d never had teeth in his life. It was the penultimate step in the process before the inevitable blood thirst kicked in: the veins shift through the body, the heart restricts and stops its beat, the eyes turn a brilliant shade of gold and the internal temperature drops to subzero. Then, a pair of honed canines push their way through the regular ones.

Seonghwa wasn't prepared for how utterly excruciating it was going to be.

This was back in the autumn of 1882 when he was turned for the first time. He had suffered an attack from a group of well-known vampires who’d been around for centuries, and left for dead in an alleyway down the backstreets of Seoul.

Enter Kim Hongjoong.

×-×

“You ought to thank me, you know.”

Seonghwa couldn't speak, think or move for anyone, let alone himself. He was scrambling to form a coherent thought so the idea that this man- whoever he was- was expecting a thank you out of him was absurd.

In the seconds it took him to get in the most bearable position, he tried to get a sense of where he was exactly. Everything had happened so fast that he couldn't get a glimpse of even a centimetre in front of his face, and the only sensations were pain, pain and pain.

It was gravelly beneath his palm, and his back was against something quite rough. Distant noises of chatter and music were becoming much clearer and louder and smells were hitting like an intoxicating wave.

All Seonghwa could manage to figure out was that he must be on the ground. The area to his right was dark, and there was light beaming to his far left. He was incomprehensibly dizzy, and could just about see the figure standing over him; the man who’d spoken earlier.

Without much preparation, the man came right up close and Seonghwa could taste his scent in the back of his nose. It made him grimace, and in knee jerk fashion, whack the man a good one so he fell back on his ass.

Upon hitting the ground, the man let out a yelp. “Jesus- what was that for?”

Seonghwa struggled to talk through the immense pain all over his body. He puffed the words out between each breath he could muster, “K-Kindly.. st-stay.. out of my.. face!”

A brief pause was followed by a scoff as the man got to his feet. “Not too grateful, eh? Well.. I suppose I can't give you too much hassle. You are in the middle of a very aggravating process.”

That word caught Seonghwa's attention. “..Process?”

“Yeah!” replied the man, plainly. “Right about now.. you should be hitting ‘intermissione cordis’..”

“What does- eurgh!” Seonghwa gripped his chest hard; he swore he could feel each individual ventricle.

“Ah, there it is..” said the man wistfully. “Stopping of the heart.”

Every noise fathomable punched its way out of Seonghwa as he braced his hands on the ground and got on his knees. “Oh my-” He cried out, but no tears formed in his eyes.

Beside him, the man crouched down and tilted his head to the side. Seonghwa felt his presence but couldn't move his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to look at this person anyway.

“Any second now..” said the man, dragging out each word as the seconds ticked by. Eventually, the aching subsided, and Seonghwa lifted his chin as his eyes shot open. A beat passed, and Seonghwa found himself falling back to a seated position, back resting against the brick wall.

Before him, the man sat cross-legged with a smile. Seonghwa wondered why he carried such an expression, and was about to ask when the man spoke again.

“Now your eyes are just like mine!” Reflexively, Seonghwa lifted a hand to the underside of his eye, about to poke at it when the man stopped him. “I wouldn't.. do that, if I were you.” Seonghwa slowly dropped his hand. “They're still very sensitive.”

The man watched as Seonghwa placed a hand back on his chest, trying to feel for a beat. He saw his eyebrows twist and contort as he almost dug his fingers into his skin, desperate for something that would never be there again.

A bewildered Seonghwa let his hand fall to the side. He gazed up at the man in front of him. “What.. has happened to me?”

Finally, the man exhaled, dropping all pretence. “You have been turned into a vampire.”

The world came to a screeching halt.

“I beg your pardon?”

“A vampire, sir,” the man reiterated.

“I know what you said, could you please elaborate, perhaps?” Seonghwa demanded, and the gentleman put up his hands in defence. It was only then that Seonghwa really took any notice of his appearance.

Curly, brown hair, sharp features and a pair of golden eyes.

Now your eyes are just like mine!

“Wait.. you said my eyes are just like yours..” He began to rack his brains for an explanation. “Are you- a vampire.. yourself?”

The man smirked as he put his arms down. “Kim Hongjoong. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Well, Seonghwa thought, that answered his question.

“I.. I don't understand..” Seonghwa winced, the side of his head having begun to pound. He pressed a palm into his temple and groaned. “H-How..” His eyes found the man’s- Hongjoong's- unwavering expression and all of a sudden he went completely numb. “Did you-”

Hongjoong was quick on the pulse. “No! No!” The smirk immediately dropped from his face and he let out a sigh. “It was not me.. The group of vampires who attacked you were responsible.”

“Group of.. vampires..?”

Hongjoong rubbed his face then said, “Okay, let me try this: what's the last thing you remember?”

Seonghwa glanced up at him. The air around them was incredibly cold, but he couldn't feel anything from his own person. The question had caught him off guard, but once it clicked, he hummed and averted his gaze to see if he could mentally retrace his steps.

He had gone out mid-afternoon to purchase some groceries. The local market is a mere ten-minute walk from where he lives, if he uses the shortcut down the side streets. Seonghwa didn’t want to be out too long, as the sun had begun to set much earlier, so he had taken said shortcut and wound up at the exact stall where he needed to go.

Hongjoong looked around as Seonghwa explained, and found a small, ripped paper bag a couple metres to the right. From where he was, he could see two onions and three potatoes.

“So.. I’m guessing this is the alleyway you take to get back home?” asked Hongjoong. Seonghwa nodded his head.

“I must have only been twenty seconds down the path when I was grappled and pulled to the ground. It was.. swift. I will give them that.”

A sympathetic half-grin appeared on Hongjoong's lips as he moved to sit beside Seonghwa. “What were the onions and potatoes for?”

Seonghwa stilled for a moment. “Stew.”

“Thought so. That market has good food. Good prices too.”

Seonghwa let out a passive noise, not really sure he was fully present for these pleasantries, though he did have one thing on his mind. “So.. where did you eventually spring from?”

Hongjoong snorted, “You make me sound like a jack-in-the-box.”

“Well, forgive me, sir-” Seonghwa shifted a little, trying to ease as much tension as he possibly could. Most of the aching was concentrated in his lower back and legs, and each inch of movement proved to be much harder than the last. “It is- gah- not.. mmph-”

Hongjoong noticed how challenging it was for Seonghwa to adjust, and he stretched his hands out, just in case he needed something to fall back on. Seonghwa didn't exactly reject this notion, but he didn't seem overly accepting of it either.

“Careful, fledgling..” Hongjoong got on his knees, almost resting one hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. “This is all still very new to you. Don't do anything that will cause more damage.”

“Ha-” Seonghwa exhaled. “As if I could.”

There was a bite to that statement. Hongjoong laughed to himself.

Once Seonghwa got into a position that seemed the most comfortable - a miracle in the current circumstances - he rested his head against the brick wall and let out a deep sigh. “So.. as I was saying..”

“Where did I spring from?” Hongjoong repeated, an almost charming half-grin on his lips. Seonghwa saw it in his peripheral vision and a chortle left his throat.

“That. I was going to add that it was not like you had made a gentle introduction.”

“Well..” Hongjoong sat back beside him. “I couldn't exactly stroll on down with a smile and a wave and say, ‘hello, I’m Hongjoong!’” A laugh wheezed out of Seonghwa's chest. Hongjoong looked over and knit his brows briefly. Then, he faced forward again and dropped his shoulders.

The question of where he had sprung from was not one he was sure he wanted to answer, as much as he knew that Seonghwa should be told. For a moment he wondered whether he could try and skirt around the truth, tell it halfway.

Seonghwa tilted his head to the right with a curious expression. “So.. where did you appear from? How did you know that I was being attacked? Do you know the people who attacked me?”

Seonghwa was persistent, much to Hongjoong's chagrin.

Hongjoong gazed over at him. Sweat had built up all over Seonghwa's face, and his veins were protruding through his skin. His lips had become cracked, and his eyes were shimmering beneath the light. Hongjoong worried over why the next part of the process hadn’t begun yet, but figured it was due to the effects of the attack; all the pressure had surmounted anything he could bearably withstand at the moment, so the stamina had to be rebuilt from the ground up for the transformation to continue.

“Let me put it this way.. I have a history with the people who got you.”

That piqued Seonghwa's intrigue enough that it shone through the cloudiness of his temperament. He could see the growing discomfort on Hongjoong's face and instantly recognised that need to be reticent.

“I suppose you are not at all willing to tell me the full story.”

A deep inhale led to a long exhale; Hongjoong was in for a long journey with this one. “You would be right.”

For some reason, Seonghwa felt the corner of his lips tilting up. “Park Seonghwa. I am forever in your debt.”

The second the name registered, it hit Hongjoong that he hadn't even asked.

“Oh my God-” He covered his face in embarrassment and another laugh punched out of Seonghwa. “You know, through all of this I’m surprised I didn't think to ask your name.”

“You are forgiven. Too busy informing me of our identical eye colour to inquire that information,” Seonghwa poked, a smirk now sitting firm on his face.

Hongjoong glanced over once again. This fledgling was full of surprises.

He truly was in for a long journey.

“Well, Mr. Park Seonghwa, you have yet to go through the most excruciating part of the process, and I must warn you: it’s going to be rough.” Hongjoong shifted to his knees in front of Seonghwa, then pulled something out of his left jacket pocket. Seonghwa knitted his brows together as he watched Hongjoong unravel what looked to be silk thread. “I’m not sure if you’re aware but, there’s a new invention that is said to help with cleaning one’s teeth. I read about it in a newspaper some weeks ago - apparently it only became widely available this year!”

Seonghwa’s mind was still foggy from everything he had been through with this metamorphosis but he was alert enough to recognise what Hongjoong was referring to, both in terms of the next stage and this new invention held before him. He too recalled hearing some whispers about it, but he didn’t know more than the basics. Now that Hongjoong had briefly explained it, it started to make sense.

“I am aware, yes.. I was uncertain of what it was for, I had only heard some murmurs here and there.”

Hongjoong nodded in understanding as he wound a part of the thread around his forefinger. “It’s quite the happenstance you’ve become a vampire at the same time this newfound tool would come of use. I’ve been testing it myself and honestly? Works a charm.”

Seonghwa stared at Hongjoong and lifted a brow.. then the other part of his earlier comment came back to him; his eyes widened and his face stilled.

“Oh, wait.. My teeth..” Seonghwa poked at his jaw. “That is odd, why has it not happened yet?”

Hongjoong glanced up. “My theory is that your body has had so much taken out of it with the first part of the process that it needs time to settle down before it can cope with the next part. Each step requires so much energy and stamina, it’s no wonder it’s behind.”

Seonghwa hummed. He was not sure that he was prepared for this. His anxiety had begun to grow when he thought about what all the vampire handbooks had said on this part of the procedure. Seonghwa had always been in denial about those claims, for he couldn’t possibly believe that between all the more life-altering changes, a pair of sharp teeth pushing through would be that painful.

Now a vampire was sitting before him - someone who had been through this himself - who had just told him that it would be excruciating and that it was going to be rough.

That same vampire was preparing a piece of silk thread, invented for use on teeth. Seonghwa was now more curious than anything.

“What does that piece of silk thread do, exactly?”

“Ah, so,” Hongjoong sat cross-legged and twiddled the material between his thumb and forefinger, “they call this floss, that's what the dentist who came up with it calls it anyway. He explained that you put it between your teeth and pull back and forth, tugging it across the gums so that it cleans out any excess dirt.”

It seemed straightforward enough on paper, and considering Seonghwa’s only memories of being to a dentist involved every possible reason to never return, this felt new, simple and honestly welcomed. Anything that made dental hygiene a relatively painless process to sitting in a chair wishing the blacksmith would keep his scalding hot tools away was always a brilliant idea.

But then his forehead wrinkled with confusion. If this was supposed to clean teeth, then how did Hongjoong plan to use it on him?

“So.. that is all well and good and fine, but..” Hongjoong tilted his head a little. “How does this help with what you have told me is a terrible experience of the highest order?”

Hongjoong chuckled. “I’m so glad you asked!” He held out one end of the thread, telling Seonghwa to take it. “Wrap that around one of your canines, really tight so it won’t go anywhere, pull it across your incisors, then wrap more around the other canine so that it’s really secure.”

Seonghwa followed the instructions, but good lord he had no clue how this was going to solve anything.

It took a bit of trial and error, but eventually he managed to wind the silk thread around his teeth as described.

“And now.. we wait!”

Hongjoong sounded so excited.

Seonghwa really was not looking forward to this.

The thread was so incredibly taut around his teeth that it made it hard to move his jaw. There was an undue amount of pressure around the upper lip and he could feel the strain across the roof of his mouth. Though challenging to speak, Seonghwa managed to choke a few words out, “So-” He spluttered, and Hongjoong grimaced; he could tell Seonghwa to stop trying to talk or else risk the thread coming loose, but he gathered from their previous exchanges that Seonghwa was quite stubborn - perhaps equally as stubborn as himself. “S-something tells me-” Seonghwa’s voice carried a lisp and the ends of the thread were sticking out of his mouth. “-this is supposed to be a support of some kind?”

Hongjoong just about understood him, and his face lit up. “Exactly! Since the new teeth are supposed to push through the regular ones, it acts as a sort of brace to keep the stinging to a minimum.”

Seonghwa nodded mildly, as movement wasn’t exactly easy or recommended. A faint throbbing began to develop in the back of his head, and so he pushed it off the wall behind him to press a hand to it in a feeble attempt to get it to go away. Hongjoong recognised that; it typically started there.

“Just around the corner, I’d hold the other hand under your chin if I were you.”

Seonghwa listened without any argument. He realised he must look odd to anyone who would pass by right now, and a few individuals did in the seconds that followed, who either looked on in bewilderment, or paid zero attention and carried on walking.

Not before long, Seonghwa sensed a dull ache appearing behind his nose, shooting across his cheeks and down towards his neck. He let out a disgruntled noise and screwed his eyes shut. God, he hoped this would be over soon.

Hongjoong drew nearer and willed Seonghwa to look up at him. Eventually, Seonghwa mustered the energy to open his eyes and stare directly at the vampire before him. “It’s nearly here, breathe through it, you’re doing very well..”

Breathing was a struggle and a half and didn’t Seonghwa know it. He could just about keep his eyes open, but all other senses seemed to fly out the proverbial window.

Even still, as the aching centred itself directly above Seonghwa’s upper lip and grounded itself in the very canals of his teeth, he couldn’t fathom how this would be any worse than what he had to deal with in his chest.

And then.. scream.

Excruciating could not begin to cut it.

The teeth were honed in such a way that they drilled through the gums, pushed down through the canines and split the bone in two. It was like the teeth were impacted and had just now emerged, but instead of there already being a gap for the canines to grow through nicely, they were ploughing through an already existing tooth.

“You’re okay, deep breaths, I know..” Hongjoong’s gentle voice came in like a breath of fresh air. He placed both hands firmly on Seonghwa’s shoulders and pressed down. Tears almost inexplicably began to well up in his eyes; he had never personally watched someone go through this experience since he was turned, he only vividly recalls the first time it happened to him. Hongjoong tucked a single hand under Seonghwa’s jaw, allowing him to remove it and clutch onto something else for dear life, that being Hongjoong’s jacket sleeve.

The remaining part of the old canine melted into what became a new set of keen ones. Seonghwa could see blood dripping from his mouth and he closed his eyes. The taste filled every part of his senses and he began to billow out tears. The silk thread was steady and secure around his teeth, and despite his doubts, he could honestly feel the support it was bringing to this injury.

The floss did indeed act as a brace, not just during, but after the fact. The tension somewhat diminished the pressure of essentially having a set of knives grow in his mouth, and plus it was a bandage for all the blood in the aftermath.

Seonghwa could only imagine what this experience would have felt like had the silk thread not been there.

Out of his jacket pocket, Hongjoong pulled a handkerchief. He held it under Seonghwa’s chin and dabbed around his lips and nose, causing red to flood the material. Seonghwa let out a disquieted groan with each press. Hongjoong apologised under his breath.

“Awful, isn’t it?” Hongjoong subtly joked through the pool in his eyes, if only to lighten the atmosphere. Seonghwa couldn’t move his head. The aches were fainter but still very persistent. Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t dare remove the floss just yet in order to give Seonghwa a moment to rest.

Taking out the spare handkerchief he had, Hongjoong tossed the dirty one aside and used the fresh one to collect any stray bits of blood.

That was when Seonghwa gazed up at him. Lidded, golden eyes that were brimming with an ocean. Hongjoong sighed heavily. “You’ve done extraordinarily well. I know that wasn’t easy.”

To Hongjoong’s surprise, Seonghwa gurgled out a question. “Is this.. j-just.. a one.. time.. thing..?”

The query made Hongjoong’s heart lurch. “It.. It gets..” He saw the way Seonghwa’s eyes slowly closed then opened, manually, as though every thought was being put behind the action. “It gets better.. with time..”

Seonghwa processed the answer, then fell back against the wall with a soft thud. It did not placate him the way he hoped it would, but he supposed getting better with time was a cut above it getting any worse.

Hongjoong let a long, drawn out sigh go. “Let's get rid of this floss, shall we?” He leaned forward and placed a finger under Seonghwa’s chin. Seonghwa let his jaw tip open for Hongjoong to extract the thread, who was trying his best to be attentive to the aching.

With gentle pulls, the thread was out of his mouth. Seonghwa felt like he could breathe again. He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth and it made him hiss. When he swallowed, it tasted of nothing but blood.

“The thirst will start to kick in now, but I suggest we get out of this alleyway and get you to shelter,” explained Hongjoong.

“Thirst?” asked Seonghwa, brain still muggy.

“Yes, silly. You are a vampire now. Vampires need blood.”

Seonghwa flicked a brow. That part.

“Do you drink.. human blood?”

Hongjoong thought about it. “It's preferable. It makes us stronger than animal blood. But animal blood is still perfectly fine, and honestly, a lot of vampires do tend to drink it over human blood.”

Between all the books Seonghwa had ever read on vampires, he wondered what would be the hardest to get used to. The immortality, the lack of a heartbeat, the teeth- the teeth- or the thirst for blood.

The teeth still ranked first place, but the bloodthirstiness came a close second.

Hongjoong got to his feet, then hurried over to collect the onions and potatoes. “Don't wanna leave these behind..” He went to pick them up, but then saw that the paper bag was well and truly ripped and not serviceable to carry anything. “Hmm..”

As he thought of a solution, Seonghwa tried to get up of his own accord. Hongjoong quickly noticed and stopped him. “Hey! Careful.. Let me help you.”

“I am perfectly fine, no need to assist,” Seonghwa assured, but as he got to his feet he almost stumbled forward directly into Hongjoong, who caught him at the last second. “Oomph-”

“Whoa!” Hongjoong braced Seonghwa by the shoulders, then tilted him back against the wall. “That's why I said to let me help you..”

Seonghwa went to wave him off, but then huffed and murmured a thank you instead.

Hongjoong smiled, “You're welcome. Now.. As for the onions and potatoes..”

Oh.

Seonghwa glanced down at the vegetables strewn across the ground. Minutes ago he had bought those vegetables to take home and make a lovely stew.

Now he was a vampire.

Such is life.

He rubbed his face and laughed into the palm, but came to regret that straight away as it caused a bad rippling in the roof of his mouth. “Ah-”

Hongjoong sucked in a breath, “Ooh, yeah, I would advise not doing anything around your mouth area for now. Talking, eating, laughing, smiling, frowning..”

“Breathing?”

Hongjoong chuckled at that. “You joke, but you're technically not breathing anymore, so..” He shrugged, and Seonghwa just stared at him blankly. “Anyways! I don't have a bag with me, but if I get the potatoes, you can get the onions.”

Seonghwa's back was still against the wall and every single part of him hurt to some extent. The thirst was lying dormant in the back of his throat, just waiting for the moment to wreak dry havoc in his mouth.

Hongjoong bent down to pick up the onions and hand them over to the reluctant fledgling, who took one in each hand with a groan. Hongjoong then got the potatoes and cradled them in his arms before saying, “Right.. are we ready?”

“You might be. I am as I ever will be..” Seonghwa scoffed.

Tilting his head to the side, Hongjoong exhaled. “Believe me. I get how.. challenging all of this is. No one is asking or expecting you to get over it in a flash. I just hope you can find comfort in knowing you're not on your own. I’m here now, and when I get you back to shelter, you’ll meet others who have gone through it too.”

Seonghwa's heart felt incredibly heavy. He could not ignore how nice it was to have someone here at least, especially someone who seemed as knowledgeable as Hongjoong. They began walking down the alleyway, and as it gradually got darker, Seonghwa realised that his vision had improved to be able to see in the dark.

As they strolled, shoulder to shoulder, Seonghwa felt compelled to ask, “Say, how long have you been a vampire?”

Hongjoong paused.

In the back of his mind, he knew this was going to come up at some point. This entire ordeal had given him a perpetual sinking feeling that hadn't gone away since he arrived. When he was asked about the group who attacked, he was thankful that Seonghwa didn't press on, and realised that there was a lot of history Hongjoong was unwilling to unpack at this time.

But this.. this was an innocuous query to the new fledgling.

Just a simple question of how long he had been a vampire.

Hongjoong swallowed. If only it were that simple.

After a disquietingly long pause, he answered his burning question, “Almost exactly a century.”

Seonghwa's jaw dropped reflexively, which made him hiss a little, but he rose above it quickly.

Hongjoong hesitated. “I was turned back in uh.. 1782 so.. Yeah, it's been 100 years since I was turned..”

“Wow..” Seonghwa muttered. “And how old are you? As in, what age were you turned?”

Hongjoong tensed up. If only it were that simple. If only Seonghwa would recognise that this was not a good topic just like before. If only he was not merely a curious fledgling. “I had.. not long turned 25.” If he kept the information to a minimum, maybe Seonghwa wouldn't-

Seonghwa almost gasped. “I, too, am 25 years of age!”

Hongjoong looked over at him. What he hoped was coincidence had now turned to cold ash in his mouth.

“Oh, really? Well, is that not quite the coincidence,” he laughed dryly. “When is your birthday?”

“April 3rd.”

Hongjoong tried to relax. “Oh? Mine is November 7th.”

“I see.. So that means you would've been born..” He racked his brains for a bit. “1757! Exactly 100 years before me!”

Hongjoong looked away. Curse the man for being so.. earnest! Hongjoong nodded, “That does check out. I suppose it's fate, then.” He had become very solemn in those seconds. His eyes became fixated on the ground, and he didn't dare look over at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa noticed this rapid shift in demeanour, and tried to place what could've altered it. His mind began ticking over, the pieces were falling into place.. and then he came to the shocking conclusion.

His eyes found Hongjoong's side profile. “You were turned.. on this day.”

Hongjoong stopped dead in the middle of the alleyway and screwed his eyes shut.

Damn this fledgling.

Seonghwa looked back at him. A thunderstorm had swept Hongjoong's features.

The dryness in Seonghwa's throat became so much more apparent. “I- I am so-”

“Just.. forget about it, okay?” Hongjoong's voice had gone three octaves lower, and carried a tidal wave on its shoulders. “Let's just- get back to the house.” He didn't look up at Seonghwa as he passed by, and hurried on ahead of him, not leaving much room to catch up.

Seonghwa figured he should keep his distance for now, anyway.

As they carried on through the backstreets, the tension had started to ease in Hongjoong's shoulders and he realised something important: he could not project this fear and anger onto the new vampire. How was Seonghwa to know of anything related to this? They had never met before, Hongjoong could not hold him to that standard.

He exhaled, then stopped briefly to wait for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa stopped behind him, unsure if he should walk by his side.

Hongjoong glanced back. “Come on.” His tone was much lighter. Seonghwa still looked uncertain. His eyes began to brim.

Hongjoong almost felt like crying.

Turning to face him, Hongjoong calmly explained himself. “I deeply apologise for my attitude earlier. I know you were just asking a harmless question, and really, I shouldn't hold it against you when you are not aware of what has happened.” He watched carefully as Seonghwa patted the corners of his eyes with sleeve of his shirt. “I am not upset with you, in fact it is entirely you who should be upset with me..”

His attempt to conciliate was eventually met with a sigh. “Please, do not feel you have to apologise. I understand that this is a sensitive subject and I should have held my tongue the second I realised your reluctance which.. was sooner that I like to admit. I am sorry for being so.. rash.”

Hongjoong managed to brush it off. If anything, to show Seonghwa that he knew no harm was meant by the inquiries. “It is more than okay. Now..” He sighed. “Onwards to the house before the sun rises again so we can get you something to drink!”

It was partly a joke, as the sun was not due to rise for quite some time, but if they stayed out any longer it really would be just over the horizon.

As for the thirst.. Seonghwa had begun to sense something tickling the very base of his throat, though he tried his best to ignore it. Soon enough, he knew that would be impossible - there wasn't even any saliva to placate him - but he tried to circumvent it by not thinking about it at all.

The situation had been mitigated enough that Seonghwa felt reassured in walking by Hongjoong's side again. Things remained quiet between them for the majority of the journey, though it was quite comfortable for all that it was worth.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but think of how much he had yet to learn about vampirism. He’d been taught so much already, but the history was so rich, and there was plenty yet to understand. The dental floss was new to him, but it seemed new to Hongjoong as well, judging by how it only became more available that year. Everything was new and fascinating, and so daunting at the same time. Seonghwa was at odds with his own feet, like he was learning to walk again and needed to stare at them just to remember how to put one foot in front of the other. Hongjoong glanced over at him every so often, seemingly forever concerned with what he was doing and how unsure he looked of everything. Seonghwa met his eyes every few seconds, just to remind him he was still there. Hongjoong was always relieved, and Seonghwa relaxed, feeling safe in his presence. Despite their earlier skirmish, it appeared they would learn to get on just fine, and maybe even become good friends in the process.

Seonghwa was at the very least thankful he didn’t have to go through this alone; Hongjoong even mentioned other people. How many other vampires does he know? Does he have friends he is sharing a dwelling with? Only time would tell, as Seonghwa didn’t permit himself another query for the time being. Besides, they were both thoroughly enjoying the silence between them as they strolled through the now deserted market streets of Seoul.

Night had arrived and the moon had risen well above the trees by the time they got to the other side of town. Seonghwa was about to open his mouth and ask how much longer their journey would take - not out of impatience, just curiosity, though his intensifying need to quench this thirst would argue otherwise - when Hongjoong answered his unasked question. “Not too much further now. Just a couple more side streets to go down and a short walk through some woods.”

“Ah,” came Seonghwa’s curt reply. “I actually wondered.”

“Ha, well now you know. My house is kind of tucked away among some trees, it’s pretty hidden.” Hongjoong had stuffed the potatoes into his jacket pockets some time into the journey, figuring he had a bit of room to spare. He felt the weight of them and it made him wonder, “Are you still up for stew when we get back? I’m not the best cook but I at least know how to help throw one together.”

Seonghwa laughed in his throat, which made him cough a little. “I won’t say no, though I worry that it’s getting late..”

Hongjoong paused on the spot and stared at him. “Seonghwa, you’re a vampire.”

Seonghwa stopped beside him and mused on this for a while. Oh, right. He was a vampire now.

Sometimes he needed reminding.

“Indeed.. Indeed I am,” he hummed. “Isn’t that funny?”

Hongjoong scoffed a laugh. “Getting late to us is sunrise. The moon is our sun, the night is our day, and so on and so forth..”

Seonghwa nodded. They carried on, sauntering this time. He found he had more things he wanted to know. “So, do vampires need sleep?”

“In a strict sense? No. But in a roundabout way, yes. We still need to conserve energy, just as we did when we were humans, but we don’t really sleep anymore. If anything, we just.. hibernate.”

“I would argue those two things are synonymous..”

“Yes and no. When we go into temporary hibernation we don’t exactly sleep so much as we just close our eyes and let our energy recharge itself.”

Seonghwa flexed a brow. “That sounds an awful lot like sleep to me.”

Hongjoong stared at him disapprovingly. “You’ll get it when you hibernate for the first time.”

Seonghwa briefly tilted his head to the side, unsure if he really bought the difference between sleep and what Hongjoong proposed as temporary hibernation, but he let it go after a while and faced forward once again.

Hongjoong did so too, “All lessons learned will come in due time, fledgling.”

Fledgling. Hongjoong was getting used to calling Seonghwa that. He recognised the term, but it was starting to stick as a personal epithet. Seonghwa smiled. “I hope to acquire much knowledge, mentor.”

Hongjoong snapped his head to the right. Mentor? “Oh, you will.” He could not help a smile himself. Perhaps there was room for them to become good friends.

Speaking of friends.. “I should inform you, Seonghwa, that I share the space I call home with two other vampires."

Seonghwa’s ears pricked up at that.

By this point, they had reached the woods Hongjoong had mentioned before. Seonghwa had already been fairly nervous, but the confirmation of his earlier thought that Hongjoong was living with other people made those nerves steadily creep up his spine until they eventually reached his neck. He was sure they were now within reach of Hongjoong’s home, and the various emotions he’d begun to feel were now piling on top of each other to the point he came to a standstill in the middle of the woods.

Hongjoong paused and looked back. The panic was clear on Seonghwa’s face. “Hey, don’t fret, okay? They’re really kind and I know they’ll welcome you with open arms. One of them will for sure.” Seonghwa tried to remain calm, even in the face of his growing anxiety. Hongjoong closed the distance with his arms outstretched. “I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned this at the very start. God, what am I doing..” That last statement was more to himself than anything. He made eye contact with Seonghwa. Hongjoong didn’t know everything about him yet, but at the very least, he was picking it up as he went along. “I’ve known one of them for the last seventy years and the other for the last thirty. I trust them with my life, and I know they’ll be understanding.” Seonghwa took deep breaths. This was okay. He was going to be okay. Hongjoong smiled faintly. “Everything will be fine. Let’s just take this slow, okay? No need to rush.”

With a measured nod of the head, Seonghwa appeared beside Hongjoong again, and allowed himself to be escorted towards the house, the outlines of which could be seen in the near distance. Hongjoong treaded lightly; it was by far the most leisurely part of the trip, but that was okay.

When they made it to the front door, Hongjoong took out his set of keys and placed one in the lock. Seonghwa couldn’t get a good enough glimpse of the keys to understand their designs, but he considered that a novelty that could wait a while.

There were more important matters at hand.

The sound of the door unlocking and opening was an alert beyond remarkable.

The moment Hongjoong stepped through the door, he was greeted by loud footsteps plodding across the wooden floors and a distinctive voice calling from the room he knew was the kitchen.

“Hongjoong? Are you finally back, I was wor-”

Hongjoong closed the front door. Seonghwa was standing behind him.

The man who entered the hallway came to a standstill. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair, his jaw completely detached from the rest of his head.

“Wha- Who- Hongjoong-”

Hongjoong put his hand up. “Before you say anything, Yunho, just know that this was a rescue mission.”

Seonghwa glanced up at the man several metres away. Yunho.

Yunho eventually sighed, only a bit disgruntled. “Right." He stood to one side and gestured vaguely towards the kitchen. “Come on.”

Hongjoong took that as a sign to bring Seonghwa into the kitchen so they could all sit at the dining table in the middle of the room. He beckoned Seonghwa with a simple jerk of the head, and the new vampire followed him and Yunho into the other room.

Hongjoong and Yunho sat down almost at the same time, leaving Seonghwa to stand awkwardly at the head of the table. Hongjoong then drew back the chair next to him, “Come, sit.”

Seonghwa lowered his shoulders then took the seat beside Hongjoong, placing the vegetables on the table. Yunho’s eyes were boring into him and it was making him feel rather unsettled, but a brief, sharp kick to the shin made Yunho avert his gaze.

So much for being kind and welcoming. Seonghwa stared at his nails. The veins in his neck were becoming more prominent. Hongjoong dug his fingers into the table as he watched the effects of Seonghwa's growing thirst become more apparent. They needed to get this conversation out of the way.

“So,” Yunho began, clasping his fingers together as though they were conducting a business meeting, “what happened?”

Hongjoong explained the entire story, from witnessing the attack, to helping Seonghwa through the transformation, to showing him how to use the dental floss. Yunho listened intently, brows furrowing together as he covered his mouth with his hand. Every so often he’d look over at Seonghwa, with alarm more than anything, and when Hongjoong had reached the end, he lowered his hand with an astonished sigh.

Hongjoong kept some parts out, like the revelation that Seonghwa was of the same age or that he had his suspicions about the not-so-coincidental occurrence, but Yunho knew him well enough to recognise the telltale glint in his eyes.

“I’ll be the first to say it,” said Yunho, after some time, “fucking hell.” Hongjoong nodded in agreement. Seonghwa lifted his head at that, quite amazed at the exclamation. Yunho glanced over at him. “Apologies if I seem intimidating or something. It's not that I don't trust Hongjoong-”

Seonghwa interrupted him, “Truly, no need to apologise. I understand my intrusion is perhaps not.. favourable.”

“Not favourable?” Hongjoong repeated in surprise.

Yunho recognised in that moment where he might have slipped up, “Oh, sir- Seonghwa, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Seonghwa-” Yunho put both hands on his chest in defence. “You are perfectly welcome to stay here, I think I just come across a little stone-faced at times.” He chuckled through that statement, and it produced such a dazzling smile. Seonghwa was internally bewildered. The difference was uncanny. “Honestly, it's just that Hongjoong never stays out that long so when he's been out that long, I know something fucked has occurred. I certainly didn't expect to see a new vampire with him.”

Seonghwa tried to feel at ease with this explanation, but if he was honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure if he should stay.

Hongjoong noticed this shift in features, “Seonghwa?” The fledgling looked over. “For the love of God, stay.” He tried to make a joke of it, “Don't pay attention to Yunho, he’s just a bit of a bastard sometimes..”

“Hey! A bastard who dragged his knees through the mud for you!” argued Yunho, light-heartedly.

“Something I am forever grateful to you for,” said Hongjoong, making full eye contact with him, before he looked back over at Seonghwa. “Besides, there's someone else here who, like I said, will welcome you with the most open arms imaginable.”

“Literally. He enjoys a good hug,” remarked Yunho. Seonghwa was trying to keep up with all these waves of information, when the train of thought was broken by movement coming from upstairs. They all glanced up. “Speak of the devil.”

“Hongjoong!”

“In the kitchen!” Hongjoong shouted.

Seonghwa looked to his left.

A man appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened and his lips parted in what looked to be sheer joy.

“Hi!” said the man, excitedly. Seonghwa quickly realised that he was the one being spoken to, and went to stand up when the man rushed over and sat down to his right. One cursory glance and Seonghwa saw the man had his chin in his hands with a curious expression. “I’m Wooyoung-” He held out one hand. “Nice to meet you!”

Taken aback was an understatement.

“Yes.. this is Wooyoung,” said Hongjoong, his lips tilted up.

Seonghwa took Wooyoung’s hand gently, but was caught off guard by Wooyoung shaking his hand rather violently.

“So, are you a fledgling?” asked Wooyoung, stars permeating his already resplendent eyes. Seonghwa's breath hitched, and he confirmed Wooyoung's question. “Ah! I’ve been a vampire for thirty years or so.. I’ve got an impacted canine!” Wooyoung pushed a finger into his upper lip to show him what he meant, but the confusion was prominent on Seonghwa's face.

“..Impacted canine?”

“Wooyoung, give him a moment, okay?” said Hongjoong, trying to hide a laugh in his throat. Yunho couldn't suppress a smirk.

Wooyoung let his upper lip spring back and sighed. “Alright, alright..” He got up and poked Seonghwa’s shoulder. “So, what's your name?”

“Um, Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa.”

“Well, make yourself at home, Seonghwa.” Wooyoung passed by with an amicable grin on his face, making sure he gave Seonghwa a pat on the back before heading over to a set of cupboards on the other side of the kitchen. He asked openly, “What's for breakfast?”

Seonghwa was suddenly reminded of the onions on the table.

Hongjoong’s face lit up. Seonghwa understood and gave a nod that granted him the necessary permission.

With that, Hongjoong stood up to make an announcement. “For breakfast tonight, we will be having stew, thanks to the vegetables Seonghwa bought at the market today.”

Wooyoung turned on the spot. “Oh?”

“Are you sure?” wondered Yunho, brow raised.

Seonghwa exhaled, then stood beside Hongjoong.

They shared a glance that said something of note between them.

Seonghwa had much to learn. Better to do it with people than without.

“..What better way to thank you all for your hospitality? And you specifically for helping me.”

Hongjoong breathed for what felt like the first time that entire night. Yunho folded his arms, lips cocked up in a smile. “And so, three becomes four.”

Wooyoung cried out, “Yes! This calls for a toast!” He ran to the cupboard where bottles of animal blood were stored, and took one out before he realised something. “..We only have three glasses.” He was ashamed to admit it.

“That's fine, give Seonghwa the whole bottle,” teased Hongjoong, to which Seonghwa scoffed. Wooyoung laughed, then took one out and opened it before passing it over to the fledgling. Seonghwa thanked him and waited for the other three vampires’ glasses to be filled, and when they were all standing around the table, he let out a gargantuan sigh.

Hongjoong lifted his glass to the air and said, “I’d like to make a toast.. to silk thread!”

They repeated the phrase in unison, after which Seonghwa drank from the bottle. His thirst was quenched almost immediately but it wasn't enough, and so he kept drinking until the veins on his neck started to relax.

To silk thread, he thought.

It was no surprise to him that Yunho and Wooyoung knew exactly what that meant.

×-×

“‘To silk thread’.”

“Hm?”

“The toast you made the first night I arrived. ‘To silk thread’, you said.”

Hongjoong hums. “I did, didn't I? God, how long ago was that?”

Seonghwa absent-mindedly pokes the thread-looped needle through the hole in his shirt and pulls it taut. “You know exactly how long ago that was.”

Hongjoong dons his cheekiest grin. “142 years ago.”

Seonghwa smiles at the fresh mend. “How time flies.”

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[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Not Natural

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: I accidentally wrote something new so not a ton of warnings. We'll see what happens later. Magic, possibly abo, spn inspired, blood, gore, violence, drug use, dark fic maybe, fixing a shoulder, a bit brutally, insults, come ons, I don't actually know much yet so enjoy ⚰️ rating: mature

The blood was still fresh on Dom's boots as he pushed his way into the no-tell motel he'd picked to crash in for the week. His shoulder was aching something awful, if he wasn't mistaken it was out of place yet again but he hadn't had time yet to stop and put it back in place. The moment he was safely inside he double checked the different safety measures he had set up around the room before he dropped his bag off his good shoulder and took a seat in one of the chairs the room had to offer. The ratted old mattress was calling to him almost louder than the screams still echoing in his mind but he hated getting his sheets messy. Shower first.

"I think you should leave it. I don't think you can get any more fluids on those sheets. Good thing you don't carry around a black light." A voice came out of the darkness, teasing and gruff. It made the boy jump but he tried not to show it. Dom's hand slid down his leg but before he could reach for his hidden knife he caught the sound again. A laugh. "I could have your heartstrings as dental floss before you could even try. If I wanted you dead you would be."

His jade eyes tried to search the darkness for any hint of where the voice was coming from. He hadn't switched on all the lights because he honestly didn't like to see all the mess. He was starting to realize that was a mistake, he just hoped it wasn't one his life depended on. For a moment he wondered if the voice was just a new one in his head, he'd had plenty since he was young, and new ones popping up all the time. Then he saw the eyes. "Colorful fhreat. You right, so why ain't I?" He huffed back, he was honestly a little too tired to deal with anything else and normally if they wanted a fight they didn't stand around talking. This one wanted something, he just wasn't sure what. "'Ow'd you get passed me wards?"

A smile curled under the eyes like a Cheshire cat. The analogy wasn't too far off he thought, the thing might want to eat him. He just hoped it would make it quick. "Those are cute. You might want something a little stronger kid. You're pissing off the wrong people."

"Or the right ones."

There was the laugh again. "Yeah maybe. Shiiiit, I had heard you were all proper English but I think your story has been a bit inflated. There's not a proper bone in your body is there…" The thing paused and his hand appeared from the shadows. The fingers snapped and the boy groaned when his shoulder was forcefully popped back into place. He wouldn't make more of a noise, he wouldn't give the beast the satisfaction of hurting him. Fuck that. "-Dom."

Dom rolled his shoulder and sighed, cracking his neck before he sat back and smiled. "Fanks. Am I supposed to be scared you know me name? Wait, was you insulting me?"

The laugh, the smile, the creature finally stepped out of the shadows and Dom was suitably surprised. The fucker was tall and lean, tattooed and… a little bit of a pretty boy if he was honest. "Thanks." He grinned, taking a seat on the bed still calling to Dom though the sight made his stomach flip. How did the monsters always look so sensual? It didn't seem fair. "Quick on the uptake huh kid? Nah, not insulting. I like it dirty. And if you must know, I'm higher on the food chain than those charms can ward off. I can help you if you want."

It was Dom's turn to laugh but he didn't think the sound of his was as sexy. It was more shocked than anything. "Wha' the fuck you on about? 'Elp me? Why would ya do tha'?"

The monster's head tilted, his almost white blonde hair falling in his face. His eyes were such a human blue it almost made Dom forget. "Maybe someone pissed me off. Maybe I think you're cute. Maybe it's all a fucking game to me and I'll kill you later, does it really matter? You can feel me can't you? You can tell my strength? Why the hell would you deny my help?"

"Look bruv, I jus' took out two of ya… siblings or wha'ever. I ain't slept in four days. I'm tired and I know I need to move on bright and bloody early. I don't know wha' ya want but if you ain't 'ere for a fight…" He trailed off and took the giant risk of standing up and walking past the monster. He was surprised when it let him get to the door of the bathroom but when he pushed it open he had to swallow a whine. The bastard was sitting on the back of his toilet with a shit eating grin.

"By all means. I can talk while you bathe." It purred, pulling a cigarette case from its leather jacket. Dom rolled his eyes as the monster lit up what he realized after a moment was a joint but when he tried to flip the overhead vent on it kept snapping its fingers to turn it off. "Those bitches weren't anywhere near my level, I've probably killed more of them than you. If you'd like a shower and some sleep I'll watch over you." It said as Dom hip checked the doorway. "Your clothes are getting sticky."

"Fuck you."

"Not the kindest way to ask but let me answer after you've showered? I thought you hunters were supposed to be smooth."

"I fhought demons were supposed to be scary but here we are." Dom wasn't in the mood to play. He was exhausted and hurting- although less than before, and all he wanted was a few hours of rest before he had to start back on the road the next day. But first a fucking shower.

"If you want me to make you piss yourself…" The demon trailed off, his eyes flashing a strange color Dom had never seen before. He'd been hunting for years and focused on demons for most of that time. The odd blue and black light almost made his blood run cold as the lights flickered above him. "But then I'd really start to like you." It teased and the eyes switched back as quickly as they appeared. "Look kid, we're after the same thing alright? You called to me."

The hunter was positive that hadn't happened, he never called for anyone but especially not a random possibly higher up demon. He was tempted to say yes for just a moment, he would love a little help, but mixing it up with monsters was how his whole life got fucked up to begin with. "Fuck off fuck boy, I'm not in the mood." He grumbled, finally reaching for the knife tucked against his hip he couldn't reach before with his shoulder out of socket. The demon laughed when he threw it at him but he let the weapon stick in his shoulder. That more than anything told Dom he wasn't dealing with a normal monster, that knife should have affected him somehow but it just looked… normal. The guy didn't even bleed much.

The demon sighed and stood up, pulling the knife free of his arm and wiping the blood off on his middle finger. He stepped closer to the boy and smiled down at him before he rubbed the crimson across his inhumanly plush lips. For a human he was magically pretty and even under all the blood and viscera of his fellow demons the kid smelled… heavenly. But he was barely breathing with the monster so close. Just to show off he stabbed the knife into the wall next to the Hunter's head. "I'll let you sleep on it. If you need me just call my name." He hummed, pushing against Dom's bottom lip until it was turned in against his tongue. "Lick." When the boy shook his head he arched a brow and rolled his eyes and finally stepped away.

Dom tried to spit the blood out as the demon left his bathroom but he was sure at least one drop made it down his throat. "Wait- you didn't tell me ya name!" He huffed, turning around and smacking straight into the monster's chest.

"I wanted to see if you'd come after me." The demon smiled, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. He looked like the cat who caught the canary and Dom hopped he wouldn't pluck out all his feathers. "You can call me Kells."

"Kells?"

Kells shivered at the sound and leaned closer as if he would kiss the boy but at the last moment he vanished. Just fucking vanished leaving Dom to wonder if he was real at all. As he turned back to his bathroom and heard his shower start to run he accidentally licked his lips and knew the truth. Not only did he have a demon watching over him, it was a powerful one. Maybe as powerful as the one he'd spent almost a decade hunting. He just couldn't figure out if that was a good thing, or if he was getting into trouble he couldn't begin to understand. Probably the latter, he was good at landing in that.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤 if you want tagged let me know!

I know I have too many fics going at once but if you haven't caught on I have ADHD and I'm on the spectrum and if I try to make myself write something but I'm not feeling it? It just doesn't work. As you've also seen, I get randomly inspired to work on old fics so it will happen even if it's a bit but I hope it's sooner rather than later. I've been watching Supernatural lately and it's another of my old hyperfixations so this popped into my head. I hope you enjoy! If you like it I might add more ⚰️🖤🔗

[cellard0ors]

Fic: A Bad Hand (Part of A Full Deck Series)

Fandom: The Quarry

Pairing: Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

Rating: E as in Explicit for Everyone.

Summary: Another moment in the 80s, Laura wears a swimsuit. Travis is a little overwhelmed.

Warning(s): Dirty thoughts, masturbation, self loathing

Notes: Takes place between Chapter 4 and 5 of 'The Cards We Are Dealt.'

Preview:

"No, absolutely not!"

Vicki looks at the suit then back at Laura, "Why? There's nothing wrong with it."

"Nothing wrong with it? It's basically just strings!" Laura cries, gesturing to the bathing suit Vicki is offering her. And calling it a bathing suit is generous. It's basically just a collection of dental floss masquerading as a suit.

Vicki pops her gum and rolls her eyes, "Whatever. Prude."

AO3 Link

[lysseize]

helloooo i was wondering if u planned on continuing ‘closets of backlogged dreams’? obviously no pressure!!! just curious :)

the fic has crushed both my heart and soul, and yet i have never loved anything more <3

first of all, i am so sorry it took me so long to respond! i have been swamped with work and exams and have not been on ao3 or anything writing wise for SOOO long. i had a chapter 2 roughly drafted and i'm hoping it will come out mid-july earliest... after my finals... also, the writing might be a little different because now this is completely lyssa's work but. i beg to differ. i can share a little snippet though below ! (idk if it'll make the final story but here's something i have.) also i'm probably going to reupload chap2 because i might add a little.

also, i didn't know there were still readers of the fic! thank u so much for the ask, you're too sweet <3 -lyss

*EDIT!! this account has been thankfully taken over by my sweet friend LYSSEIZE (lyssa), who has continued my story. if you're a little confused, just remember i don't want much association with f1 at all anymore or any sports.

Every now and then Max forgets. Charles clawed his way through the ranks, fueled by relentless determination: studying late into the night in dimly lit coffee shops, relying on second-hand textbooks for knowledge. He seized every opportunity, even sneaking into third-year anatomy classes for hands-on experience with dissections. From mastering knot-work using shoelaces, then dental floss, and finally expired sutures pilfered from hospital supply rooms, he practised diligently. He trained tirelessly, alternating between his dominant and non-dominant hands, practising under various conditions until it became second nature. Oranges and spare meat scraps served as his makeshift practice subjects, his dedication unwavering even when his father's patience wore thin and led to his expulsion. Every skill, every achievement - Charles built it all from the ground up, through sheer perseverance and hard work.

For Max, such struggles are foreign concepts. He attended an elite medical school in the Netherlands, courtesy of his father's wealth, never once worrying about tuition. Living in opulent surroundings with affluent friends who catered to his every need, Max enjoyed a life of luxury. From chauffeured rides to gourmet meals, his every comfort was provided for. By the time he graduated, a prestigious residency awaited him, a path paved with privilege and opportunity from the outset.

“Hey,” Max says. Charles blinks; Max’s next to him suddenly, leaning into his body, hooking a finger into the belt loop of his dress pants. “What’s the matter?”

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Charles wants to say. The best and the only. I love you so much that it kills me to see you like this. 

Instead he says, “Tell me about Lando.”

[alittlebitofwonk]

Another writing guide, this one more for others than for me, but it’s important: AO3 tagging, particularly two subjects: ratings and Dead Dove.

For a more comprehensive guide on ao3 tags check the linked reddit thread. It has some good basics and the comments have good advice too, but I wanna talk about some specifics.

First, ao3 has 5 ratings, and they are as such:

Not Rated: Basically, you have no idea where this falls on the rankings, either because it isn’t finished, or it sits in a weird in-between.

General: Anyone old enough to use the internet should be safe reading this. A 12 year old should be able to pick this work up and not be traumatized. Doesn’t mean that the work can’t be nuanced, just means the content is safe for everyone.

Teen and Up: Think YA. Heavier topics, swearing, minor violence, that sorta thing.

Mature: Adult level works. It’s not sexually explicit, but it might tie the line, or it has a lot of violence or heavy, hard to handle topics and themes. Some light sexual content, but explicit sexual content should be under explicit.

Explicit: ANY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT SHOULD BE TAGGED AS EXPLICIT. If someone is avoiding sexually explicit content, this is the first thing they filter out, and vice versa. Also can be used if a fic is heavy on really controversial or dark topics.

Obviously some of this is up to interpretation, especially the first four, but this is more of a guideline. That being said, Explicit content should be rated as explicit OR not rated, as ao3 gives a warning for both those ratings.

Now, second topic: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. For the uninitiated, this tag basically means that you’re getting exactly what you were told you were getting. The tags are literal.

Typically, Dead Dove is used for very graphic content. Sometimes it’s used for other things too, but not often. But the number one thing is this: if you are going to use the Dead Dove tag, the rest of the tags NEED TO BE CLEAR AND PRESENT. Dead Dove is USELESS if your tags are vague, or simply aren’t there. It’s not meant to be used as a catch-all for gross and graphic content.

If I see a fic tagged “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” and then “Intestines used as dental floss” I’m going to know that intestines are being used as dental floss in the most literal sense, not as a weird euphemism.

A lot of the time I’ll see a dead dove tag and then just… nothing else of interest. Maybe hurt/comfort thrown in, but the dead dove tag is there to make sure your reader is well aware that what they see is what they get. It’s pointless if you don’t tell them what they’re getting!

Anyway. Please ask me questions if you have them! Ao3’s tagging system can be a learning process, but it is so important to ensure that everyone is comfortable, and that people can find what they’re looking for.

[bangtansmauyeondan]

i am so excited for your new kth fic!

I am so excited to publish it as well! ☺ I'm feeling a little generous today so, here's a little teaser from This Time Around, my upcoming two-part KTH fic dropping on June 13th and 18th!

“Should I pick you up from work this evening?” Taehyung asked you as he disappeared into the glass partition.

Ah, the classic "married couple conversation" - that charming early morning exchange where one half of the couple is quietly going through their pre-work routine, while the other tries, with all their might, to spark some form of coherent conversation. It's a delicate dance of trying not to overstep while also attempting to piece together the idea of it being a normal thing to do between married people. After all, it has already been almost a year since you two exchanged your vows. At times, it can feel like you're speaking two entirely different languages - one person tuned into the present moment while the other is on another planet. 

Taehyung’s question was met with silence and he immediately started convincing himself that you just didn’t hear him properly. 

“Seokjin hyung and Mari are expecting us at the grand opening of their aqua park this weekend,” he started another conversation. “You’re not working this weekend, are you?” 

You spat out the toothpaste water before answering, “It’s this weekend already?” Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember the date. “I’m trying to close a client on Monday so I’d probably be working on the presentation that weekend.” You arranged your toothbrush and dental floss on the acrylic holder before meeting Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror. “You should go ahead, don’t wait for me.” 

“Yah, of course they’re expecting us to attend together,” Taehyung countered with a small pout. “We’re a married couple.” 

“Married couple?” You turned around and walked towards the shower, reaching for Taehyung’s face before tiptoeing and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. “We’re business partners, honey.”