#the trysts of unknown and mc

[edgelord-saeran]

Okay okay okay. 100% Unknown/MC song that just hit me for fucking hard

[saizoswifey]

Nezu Jinpachi

{N//SFW HC’s}

~Happy happy birthday, Jinpachi! And congrats again on your main story release! I think it goes without saying, since he doesn’t have any solo content in English yet but; A few very light spoilers for his route/events tied in here, so be warned!  

Jinpachi

Actually not a virgin. He doesn’t have a string of lovers tied around his waist, but there were a few trysts while he was at port or wandering from place to place. Perhaps one he thought might develop into more, but fizzled out. 

He’s never had a lover since coming to Ueda, though. 

When he feels pent up, he simply masturbates. His home is unknown to virtually everyone in the castle, so he doesn’t have to worry about people interrupting him in the middle of the act. He has a handful of tasteful erotic drawings hidden away and uses those for inspiration before meeting you. 

He doesn’t get the urge to jack off more than once a week, but his desires grow stronger once he meets you and he finds himself getting hard just thinking about you when he’s alone

An ass man, but he really likes everything. Prefers a slightly thicker MC as well 

He’s huge, and it’s no surprise he has a rather large cock. (In one of his CG’s, his hand is as big as MC’s head, so...) The man is pACKIN. It’s straight, it’s not overly thick, but if you are a size queen you are going to be very happy. 

He’s also extremely well groomed and clean, he takes super good care of himself. As right hand to the heir of a prominent clan, and especially one such as Nobuyuki, he has an image to upkeep. Luckily, it’s in his personality to be well kempt from his styled hair to his trim pubic hair. 

Biggest turn-ons are domestic things. When your hands are on him wrapping his wounds or you’re both enjoying a quiet evening in his room and you make him tea and feed him sweets. Or seeing you darning his hems by lamplight. 

He loves your touch. He finds the warmth you bring to his simple life incredibly sexy, and he will pounce on you many times over during these moments, just to remind you of how much he loves you

Also has a kink for being told what to do. His subservient attitude does not end at the bedclothes. Tell him where you want him, how you want him, when you want him. He’ll do anything you ask, just say it. 

Tell him to use his mouth, that you want to be fingered, tell him how fast and hard to fuck you or when you want him to come (or not come!)

Nobuyuki is much better about forcing him to take alone time for himself now that you’re together. 

That being said, Jinpachi is a man of action. In everything he does, he wastes no time and gets right to the point. So when he’s ready to fuck you, be prepared for the 0-100 intensity. 

I’m talking up against a wall, grabbing you and tossing the shit off of surfaces to lay you down for him right then and there. When he has the time--he doesn’t waste a second. 

He’ll surprise you by coming out of nowhere, you suddenly feel his hand tracing up your thigh to the underside of your ass for a squeeze from behind before it swiftly moves between your legs. 

“I want you...” he whispers to the crook of your neck, and it surprises you how quickly his hand between your legs is making you wet and dizzy. “I need you...now.” 

Though he can be rough in how quickly and passionately sex begins, and despite the fact that he would remain rough with you if it was you asked of him, he is quite a tender lover. 

There are lots of warm smiles, and he enjoys gazing into your eyes while you fuck. Also loves to hold your hand during sex. 

Loves positions where you can face each other and kiss. Favorite is you in his lap, bodies close, just rocking into each other and he can enjoy being deep and as close as possible to you, and feel every tension of your pleasure as you cling to him. Plus, he’s tall, so it’s the best way to fuck you without feeling like he’s overpowering you. 

He also really enjoys lay-down sex from behind. It works because he also finds morning sex very romantic and convenient. He wakes up very early, so he couldn’t imagine a better start to the day than to love you in the early hours, slip into you from behind under the bedclothes and start his day moaning shared “I love you’s” before sneaking off. You’ll usually drift back off to sleep after and wake up to a little note and fresh fruit by your pillow. 

Jinpachi really really really loves seeing you in barely anything. A thin silk robe just barely draped over your bare body after bathing, your nightclothes messed and just a hair away from revealing your most hidden parts. The images are burned into his mind and many times he uses them for masturbation. He thinks these sides of you are the sexiest. 

Can actually be smiley and light-hearted during sex. That’s his heart taking over. But he doesn’t mind smiling and laughing if you move the wrong way, or almost get caught by someone. Sometimes yoou’ll just catch him blushing and smiling and when you ask why he’ll just say, 

“I’m really happy.” “You look so beautiful.” 

Kissing his jaw is a major turn on for him, as well as guiding his hands where you want them to touch you. He also really loves your hands on his abs and gripping his sides while he thrusts. 

Another major turn on is just hearing you moan his name. It’s typical but something about it just lights a fire inside of him and he’ll be doing everything to try and hold back from fucking you senseless 

Jinpachi is also very vocal in bed, probably the one place you’ll hear him speak more than anywhere else. He definitely lets loose, there’s a lot of grunting and panting, but he also is the type to moan your name a lot between I love you’s. 

He’s also periodically asking if it feels good, do you like that pace, are you okay? etc. 

His pace depends on you, most of the time. He could pound your pussy at full speed for three hours straight if you’d let him, but he usually ends up doing a variety of speeds depending on how your body is responding to him that day. If you seem needy and ready to feel him, he has enough power to easily satisfy you and have you immobile at the end of his thrusts. And if you seem sensitive and tender, he’s going slow and scooping his hips so his cock can caress your walls just right. 

He’s pretty blunt about his PDA. He is almost never embarrassed or self-conscious unless it’s in regards to how you view him (i.e. his eating too fast or not being talkative enough for you). 

He can be pretty possessive, not in a negative way, but it manifests in the way he looks out for and cares for you above all else. It has to do with the way he grew up, but his desire to never lose you is strong. He’s fiercely protective of you, and will act however boldly necessary in order to send the message that you are with him. Holding hands, kissing you, embracing you etc. he will have no shame. 

It isn’t a rare occurrence  for him to be secretly following you as you wander around town and then throw a rock at or trip anyone who seems to be following you, or to show up and wrap his arm around you if some other guy is trying to flirt. 

Since he’s often so busy, you guys regularly exchange love notes (sometimes of the sexy variety) between each other. Because his libido is increased after beginning a relationship with you, he does keep a few on hand for sinspiration on those lonely nights when he’s away. 

Absolutely loses it every single time you give him head. He’s not used to receiving services. He’s putty in your hands, and its one of the only times you see him squirm and fluster. His cheeks are red, he’s biting at his knuckles, his broad chest expanding almost enough to block his view of your head bobbing up and down in his lap. 

“Mm!--ahhh...your tongue...that feels so good...w-wait, shit, if you suck like that I’ll come”

He’s surprised and taken back every time, but bonus points if you suck him off after sex when he’s extra sensitive

Because of this, he usually persuades you to turn blow jobs into 69 so he doesn’t have to feel as put on the spot and he can have something to focus that energy on--eating the fuck out of your pussy 

He’s marvelous at eating you out. He loves it. He loves the way you smell, the way you taste, getting to feel your ass while he does it, getting to make you so dripping wet that he can slide his cock in without fear of hurting or tearing you. He has a pretty wide tongue, not abnormally so, but it feels heavenly and it’s not shy to travel around every part of your body. 

Brushing his lush lips against your folds and giving tight suckles on your clit, “you’re extra wet today...can you feel it? Even your thighs are sticky. I can’t wait to slip inside you, the way you’re twitching is too erotic. Do you want me to keep going? I don’t mind continuing until you come again.” 

This mans mouth is so good he can suck an intense orgasm out of you in less than 3 minutes. 

His stamina is one of his best attributes in the bedroom. It’s astounding that he can go several long, long rounds and at the end of it he hasn’t even broken a sweat. 

There has been more than one occasion of you guys breaking a table, various furniture, and twice the shoji door, during sex. It’s usually so impassioned that Jinpachi doesn’t realize his own strength or what you guys are leaning on, but its always something you can giggle about together afterward 

Lives for coming inside of you. He’s actually pretty turned on at the idea of impregnating you, but it takes a while for him to warm up to the idea of inviting even more people into a life he was certain he would lead alone next to Nobuyuki. 

So for a while, all he feels comfortable doing is coming in your mouth or on your body from whatever position it is that you were in. He doesn’t really get off on jerking it onto a particular part of your body except for onto the outside of your pussy so he can use it like lube and continue to tease your clit with his head. He’ll clean it up for you before you can even blink. 

Sometimes ends up marking you in visible places on accident. At first, he was blasé about it, and blunt when, say, Saizo mentions the mark in a teasing way. But once he sees you’re shy, he’ll feel badly and try to style your hair in a way that covers it or help you put on makeup etc. 

Absolutely melts when you worship and kiss his scar while stroking him off. 

Quickie’s happen often when there’s a lot going on in the castle. You become no stranger to the heated 15 minute fuck fest in a seldom visited storeroom or sneaky bedroom tryst between meal services/meetings. 

Only a few times has one of the maids been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of you hauled off over Jinpachi’s shoulder. And Saizo’s learned a new Judging You™ form of teasing when you stumble back into the kitchen with flushed cheeks and hair a mess to find he’s been waiting to have you make him some dango

He’s actually quite a bit of a tease? He loves to randomly touch you when no one is looking, or swoop in for a super passionate kiss. If you’re cooking in the kitchen you may randomly take hold of your hand and suck your fingers in his mouth, “Delicious.” He likes to get you thinking about him long before the day winds down and he’s ready to get down to business. 

Kingly in aftercare because he doesn’t get winded--like, ever. So while you’re a puddly mess on the floor barely able to walk, he could still run a few miles. He mostly loves to just hold your limp body in a tight tight embrace and smell your hair and feel your skin to his skin. Lots of kisses on the neck etc, not meant to incite more passion but just because he can’t contain his love for you. He’ll make tea and bring you food if you still feel unable to get up from the floor, and he’ll tease you about feeding you if you want him to. 

[bobasheebaby]

Crumbling Foundations- Consequences of a Fling Chapter 6

Pairing: Liam x Veronica x Drake

Word count: 1,895

Warnings: angst, descriptions of paternity testing and risks (as vague as possible)

Summary: The first ultrasound should be a time for joy, will the ultrasound calm their fears or prove them true? 

A/N: I was talking to @imma-winchester-addict about TRR book 3 chapter 16 and the what could happen because of the fling and this was born. MC faceclaim is Nadia Bjorlin.

If you want to be tagged let me know.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters I’m just borrowing them from PB for a bit.

It was the day of their first ultrasound, Veronica prayed that she was further along than she thought, prayed it would be the day of truth. She hoped with everything that she had that she was far enough along that a paternity test wouldn’t be necessary, that the child she carried was Liam’s and that today’s ultrasound would be enough to prove that the child she was carrying was the heir to the throne. She couldn’t bear to think what it would mean if the child she was carrying was the result of an impulsive decision, a decision she’d regret for the rest of her life no matter who the father of her unborn child was. She didn’t want to think about what it would mean to Liam, their marriage if the child turned out to be Drake’s. She knew it would break him, and Drake would try harder to drive them apart. She only wanted Liam, didn’t she?

Her stomach was twisted in knots, her nerves were so frayed and exposed she felt like she was shaking. She just wanted to know, she needed to know her marriage wasn’t damaged beyond repair. Just let it be Liam’s. Let me be farther along. Please let it be Liam’s. Her thoughts consumed her as she begged the universe. Her hand rested on her still flat stomach, she loved this child already, but it could mean the end of her marriage if it was Drake’s. Her marriage was already barely being held up by its crumbling foundation, the result of her bitter lies and hurtful betrayal. Could her marriage survive the blow of the baby not being his? She had never felt more nervous before in her life, she wished she could just pinch herself and wake herself from this horrible nightmare.

Liam was terrified, this was the only chance they had of finding out the paternity without needing to do testing. He visited the old wishing well nearly every day whispering ‘Let the baby be mine. Let there be no doubt it’s mine.’ into the old well. The well he was so happy to show his then fiancé and now he knew she had just been with Drake, his only good memory left of that night shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to think what it would do to his marriage, his friendship to Drake if the child wasn’t his. Both relationships were already damaged, if it wasn’t his, if Drake continued to fight for her—his wife, his queen, he knew it could likely spell ruin for what remained of the shaky relationships. He sadly shook his head, he couldn’t lose her.

The ride to their appointment was silent, both feeling like they were silently marching to the death of their marriage. What should have been a joyous occasion was tainted by a stupid tryst that never should have happened. They should be smiling, happily chatting about seeing their child for the first time. The drive should have been spent planning their future, discussing getting ready for their baby, their heir. The uncertainty made them both too afraid to plan their life as a family, if the child wasn’t theirs it could likely destroy their marriage. Instead of holding hands, sharing smiles and kisses they both sat facing forward, hands clasped in their laps, both silently praying that this wasn’t the beginning of the end for them.

At the office they were quickly ushered back to an exam room, they checked her vitals before exiting the room telling her the doctor would be in shortly.  Veronica sat on the exam table nervously biting her lip, mindlessly picking invisible lint from her top, her eyes pointedly avoiding looking at Liam. This was breaking him, she couldn’t bear to see the longing in his eyes—the moment it would surely turn to heartbreak if she was right about how far along she was.

“Good afternoon Your Majesties, are you ready to see your baby?” The doctor asked as she entered the room.

“We can’t wait.” Liam replied, fake smile plastered on his face, his heart clenching in fear.

The doctor sat in front of the ultrasound machine, “if you could pull up your shirt your majesty.” The doctor stated.

Veronica nodded as she pulled her shirt up, exposing her still flat stomach, her stomach felt like it was housing a million butterflies all trying to escape, the moment of truth.

The doctor grabbed the tube of ultrasound gel, “this will be a little cold.” She stated as she squirted the ultrasound gel on Veronica’s stomach.

The doctor grabbed the ultrasound wand, rubbing it against Veronica’s stomach through the gel, she looked at the screen as she glided the probe across her abdomen.

Breath caught in her throat, Veronica locked her eyes with Liam for the first time all day, fear evident in his blue eyes. He reached for her hand, grasping it as he gave it a gentle squeeze, a silent reminder that he still loved her even after all the pain. She gave him a small smile, tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill—how could she have hurt this man? His love for her was so true and pure and all she did was rip out his heart and stomp on it by falling for and sleeping with his best friend. He didn’t deserve all the hurt and pain she caused him and she didn’t deserve his pure selfless love.

The sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room pulling their eyes from each other and to the screen.

“This is the sack, and this is your baby.” The doctor said pointing at the screen.

“How far along am I?” Veronica asked, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“By the measurements and the results of your previous blood test is put you at 7 weeks, roughly 5 weeks from your last period.” The doctor answered as she continued to stare at the screen taking measurements.

Veronica’s tears spilled from her eyes as her heart sunk to her stomach, she couldn’t bring herself to look at Liam and see the heartbreak written on his face. His grip on her hand relaxed slightly as he felt the world crumbling at his feet, it could still be Drake’s.

Liam cleared his throat, readying himself for the words he must ask. “If a paternity test needed to be done how soon could it be preformed?” He asked.

The doctor turned to face them, she struggled to cover up her surprise at his question. “W—well there are several options. You can wait until the baby is born and we would collect and test the umbilical blood. After you’re 8 weeks along we can collect the mother’s blood and using a special technique we can preserve and analyze the baby’s DNA, this method is 99.9% accurate. Between 10 and 13 weeks we can do a chorionic villus sampling, CVS, where we collect these small finger-like pieces of tissue attached to the uterus that contain the same DNA as the baby as they come from the same fertilized egg. Or at 14-20 weeks we can preform an amniocentesis, where we would use a long thin needle guided by ultrasound to collect amniotic fluid—this method has risks, the hole may continue to leak, you could experience cramps, or in extreme cases you could lose the baby.” She explained.

Veronica finally allowed her gaze to fall on Liam, she needed him to know she couldn’t risk the baby. Before she could express her concerns Liam spoke, “so we could test after next week with no risk to the baby?”

“That’s right your majesty.” The Doctor replied.

“And the DNA from the father’s?” Liam asked his heart continuing to crack.

“A simple swab of the mouth from each of the possible father’s.” She replied.

“I’m assuming both of the potential fathers would need to be present.” Liam responded.

“That is correct your majesty.”

“And it would be kept confidential?” He asked.

“Of course your majesty, we do not discuss anything about any of our patients.”

Liam nodded, “would we come here to do the testing?” He questioned.

“That is correct, we can set you up an appointment for next week if you’d like.”

“Please.” Liam stated.

***

The trip back to the palace was as quiet as the trip to the appointment. With the tension from the unknown slightly lifted, they held hands clinging to the other for comfort as they hoped they weren’t about to come to a bitter end. The knowledge that Drake could very well be the father weighing heavy on their hearts, they just hoped they could survive whatever the results would eventually bring.

At the palace they parted ways so Liam could do some work. As he shut the door it was pushed open by Drake, shutting the door behind them.

“What the hell Liam?! I find out from James you had an ultrasound appointment!” Drake shouted, his jaw clenching in anger.

Damn it James! Liam mentally noted to talk to his assistant about sharing such appointments with Drake in the future. “Yes Veronica and I got to see the baby today.” Liam replied, the words dripping with condescension.

"I should have been there! I'm the father!” Drake exclaimed, his hands balling into tight fists by his sides, blunt nails digging into the palms of his hands.

"You might be the father Drake, all we know is you're the man who betrayed your friend, your king. I'm her husband and as such until we know further I will be treated as the father." Liam replied, his eyes full of an angry rage.

Drake narrowed his eyes as he took a step closer to Liam, his blood boiling in his veins from contained anger.

“What are you going to do Drake, hit me?” Liam challenged.

“Maybe I am. It’s not like you didn’t punch me.” Drake countered.

“I’m not the one who betrayed our friendship! You slept with my fiancé, after you saw her behind my back for the engagement tour. What fucking her while I was stuck pretending with Madeline wasn’t enough for you? You had to sleep with her after we were engaged too?” Liam sneered.

“All we did was kiss until the homecoming ball—”

“So you waited until she was officially off the market to fuck her? That makes it so much better!” Liam said cutting him off, a joyless laugh ringing through the room. He trusted Drake to look after her, to protect her, and in return he tried to steal her from him.

“Why aren’t you mad at her, she had a hand in it too!” Drake responded.

“Why couldn’t you say no?! Why did you have to have a fling with her?” Liam questioned, ignoring Drake’s words.

“Why didn’t you say no? Why did you give her permission?” Drake countered.

Liam sighed, “I’d already hurt her, disappointed her so much, I couldn’t say no to her no matter how much it hurt me to say yes.” he replied, running his hand through his hair roughly.

Drake felt the anger deflate from him, he had wanted her so much that he hadn’t even thought about how his actions might effect Liam. He felt like the biggest jerk in the world, but he still wasn’t ready to let her go.

A/N: If you haven't already, let me in your mind.

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[edgelord-saeran]

Have an idea for a drabble tangentially inspired by Hoizer's Too Sweet but! I'm not sure which pairing to do. So I'm making y'all decide!

[edgelord-saeran]

Oh!!! Did I tell yall that I made a playlist for the trysts of unknown and mc? I'm still working on it but it's here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4bS7xr6KHKm997uk25AUBV?si=fWJfaIfFTj2jXC4teOsqWg&utm_source=copy-link

[edgelord-saeran]

Unknown had always had a sense of mystique about him for her. The mysterious man that had lured her into the RFA. She didn't know a lot about him, and what she did know about him had been things that she picked up on her own.

He didn't like alcohol. He loved plantlife, though he would never admit it. She wasn't positive if he actually liked mint based on the amount of mint chocolate chip he ate versus the way his nose scrunched up cutely every time he took a bite. He liked the thing she did with her tongue.

She'd picked up on another thing. Unknown seemed to gravitate towards soft things. He seemed to linger in her bed longer when she had the softest sheets on. When she wore a big sweater, he latched onto her, content with sitting still for once. And even better, she woke up in the middle of the night to find that he had cacooned himself in her extra blankets.

He liked soft, and she got it in her head to indulge him. More than she already did. The first item on her list was his jacket. It was black, made out of some uncomfortable looking fabric. She'd asked him about it once, and he told her it had been what he could afford. She didn't push after that, choosing instead to move forward with her plan.

So the next time he dropped by "unexpectedly", she dropped a gift bag in his lap.

"What is this?" Unknown asked, looking at the bag as if it might strike.

"A present. Open it up." She said casually, trying to hide her excitement as she sat on the couch next to him. He glanced at her suspiciously, before finally removing the tissue paper.

His eyes grew wide as he pulled the jacket out of the bag. It was soft black leather, lined with a fur ruff around the collar. He ran his fingers through the fur, and looked at her with wide eyes.

"This... is for me?" He stood suddenly, pulling off his old jacket, exposing his pale white arms for a moment before they were covered again. The jacket fit beautifully, and he turned his head and pressed his face in the ruff.

"It looks good on you." She said with a smile. He looked so happy and her heart swelled. He had his rough edges, edges that could cut if pressed. She knew this. She also knew that in this moment, he looked overwhelmingly soft.

[edgelord-saeran]

Summary: Saeyoung learns the origins of the trysts between his brother and the newest member of the RFA

"So... how do you two know each other?" Saeyoung was currently sitting in a hospital room with his brother and the newest member of the RFA. Clearly, based on the way that Saeran had broken his brainwashing and gotten shot over the girl, the two had gotten close without him knowing. They glanced at each other for a second before Saeran spoke.

"Technically, it was when she found the phone with the chatroom installed. I had, uh. Planted it." Saeran said. Saeyoung had learned that his brother had been the hacker so the fact that Saeran had planted the hacked phone wasn't exactly a surprise. She then laughed slightly, and poke him in the side, unable to nudge him the way she wanted to due to both the gunshot wound and his position in the hospital bed.

"Our first in-person meeting you yelled at me for not being a good mole and then stole my fries." She grinned at Saeran whose face turned red.

"So not the best introduction." Saeyoung said, egging her on. He had to make up for the time he'd lost teasing his brother. Saeran huffed slightly, but then smiled softly.

"It got better." He said, and she grinned.

"Why did you decide to stick around?" Saeyoung asked. If their initial meeting had been so antagonistic, it surprised him that they were clearly this close.

Both of their faces turned extremely red and she buried her face in her hands, mumbling something.

"What?" Saeyoung asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise at their reactions to his question.

"I said it's because he was hot!" She said, embarrassment clear in her tone.

"MC!" Saeran said in surprise.

"What! It's true!" She yelped. They stared at each other for a moment before she laughed. She then leaned over and whispered in Saeran's ear. Impossibly, Saeyoung watched as his brother's face turned even redder.

"Not in front of Saeyoung." Saeran said quietly.

"I can step out of the room." Saeyoung said lightly. He couldn't help his smile, even though he was 100% sure what she had whispered to him. Saeran had let someone get that close to him. Opened his heart.

"You don't have to do that!" Saeran said quickly, eyes wide.

"Nah, I've got some work to do." Saeyoung said, standing up from his chair. "I'll be back tomorrow?"

And with that he turned and left the room. As he closed the door, he heard her speak and it took everything im him not to laugh.

"Well. I think he knows."

[edgelord-saeran]

The first time Unknown showed up to her apartment, face bloodied and bruised, she had to admit that she freaked out. His cheek was bruised, an ugly purple color and his lip was split.

"What the fuck happened to you??" She asked, panic clear in her tone as her hands fluttered around his face. He scowled, and shoved past her, catching her entirely off guard.

"It's nothing." He huffed, immediately headed to her freezer and grabbing a bag of frozen veggies out before plopping down on her couch.

"It's clearly not nothing!" She yelled at him. She couldn't stop the panicked fluttering she was doing. "Who did this??"

And then he glared at her.

"If you don't stop, I'm leaving." He still had the bag of veggies pressed to his cheek, but his other eye was clearly glaring at her. She snapped her mouth shut, returning his glare, but plopped down on the other end of the couch, hugging her knees.

He sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes again. They didn't talk, and even though he warmed her bed that night, they didn't touch.

~

She kept her mouth shut, keeping an eye on his injuries whenever he came back. If he wouldn't tell her what happened, she'd at least try to make sure he healed.

And then, weeks later, he did it again.

This time, his eye was nearly swollen shut, the yellow of his old bruise not having even disappeared yet. On top of that, there was a gash along his browline, blood turning his bangs tacky and red.

He looked tired and resigned, as if he knew she was going to yell again. She didn't say anything, just pulling him into the apartment and sitting him on the side of the tub in the bathroom.

They sat there in silence as she worked on cleaning the gash, and getting the blood out of his hair. Eventually, she sighed.

"It looks ugly, but it's clean." She said quietly.

"You don't have to fuss over me." He said, not meeting her eyes.

"If I don't, I'll either scream or cry." She said brightly.

"Looks like it's too late. You're already dripping on me." He said softly. He reached up, gently running a thumb under her eye and wiping away her tears.

"Why... is it... the Savior?" She hated the way the word tasted on her tongue, but he nodded.

"It's to remind me. Of her divinity. Of how I am hers." There was a fanaticism in his voice that made her feel sick. His eyes seemed to refocus on her, and he frowned slightly. "The blood is rare though."

"It's not right." She whispered, and found herself turning away from him. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell. She wanted to hide him away from anyone who even thought about hurting this man again. "You deserve so much better."

Arms wrapped around her, to her absolute surprise. She'd expected to make him mad again, but he was soft as he draped himself over her back.

"I'm sorry." Unknown said softly. Her tears continued to fall. She had him for the moment, but how long would it last? She knew she was setting herself up to get hurt, but she couldn't stop herself. She was addicted to him; sweet as cherry wine.

[edgelord-saeran]

Even though Unknown wasn't actively working on hacking into the RFA and stealing their information, it didn't change the fact that he was still in control of the entirety of Mint Eye's computer network and everything that had to do with it. Therefore, even when in her apartment it was common to find him tapping away at a laptop, coding away.

He didn't mind when she played music while he was working. In fact, he found that the music helped him to focus better rather than just listening to the clacking of the keys. Her soft voice singing along to the different tunes didn't hurt either. However, there were certain songs that definitely broke his focus.

Choke me like you hate me, but you love me. Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me~

"What?" Unknown was pulled from his coding fugue as the words registered in his brain, unable to stop himself from speaking. Even more important than that was the way she was singing along, keeping in time with the rapper as it continued. She grinned when she realized that she'd caught his attention.

"Choke me. Like you hate me." She said slowly as she began to sashay her way over to him.

"But you love me." He finished the line, an amazing feat of memory considering the way his brain was currently frying itself with her approach.

"There ya go." She said with a grin, shifting his laptop off his lap and placing herself in it's place. His hands found their way to her hips, holding onto her securely.

"You are a mess." He said, running his hands under her shirt to make quick work of it as he pulled it off over her head. She grinned widely at him when her face reappeared again.

"Are you an e-boy?" She asked him, looking like she was about to burst out laughing. He gave her a confused look, and she leaned forward, nipping at his earlobe before speaking again. "Because you are ruining my life~"

Unknown rolled his eyes and stood, bringing her with him as he made his way back to her bedroom. He'd get back to his work later.

~

(My pussy tastes like pepsi-cola~

"Really??")

[edgelord-saeran]

Just know that post main "plot" Trysts series that there is a point where Saeyoung is like "so how do you two know each other?" And they have to figure out how to explain that they've been fuck buddies for like the past three months

[edgelord-saeran]

She was walking to meet Unknown at his shitty motel room. It wasn't the first time she'd made this mistake, nor would it be the last, she had a feeling. There was just something about the man that kept coming back. They were using each other, but hey. The sex was good.

She walked up to the motel room, considering knocking for a moment, before ultimately deciding to just try the door. It was unlocked.

And there he was, standing in the middle of the room.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" She asked, laughing through her words. He wasn't in his normal punk attire. Instead, he was wearing a gauzy material, wrapping around his shoulder, across his bare chest, and then around his waist, where it flowed down to about mid-thigh. There were red accents woven into his outfit.

He didn't respond, and she hesitated slightly. His eyes oddly blank, when normally it was like he could see directly to her soul.

And then he pulled out the bow and aimed it right at her.

"Whoa!" She put her hands up defensively. "I'm just teasing. No need for that."

But her words didn't seem to reach him, and he loosened his arrow. In the split moment before it buried itself in her chest, she realized that the arrowhead was... heart shaped?

She screamed, pain flooding her chest.

"Hey! Wake up!" She jerked, sitting up in the bed, hands clutched over her heart. There was a gentle hand on her back and she looked over. It was him, concern clear on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Bad... bad dream." She got out. "I think? It wasn't bad until the end."

"You're here with me." Unknown said softly, pulling her close to his side. She curled into his side, finding his warmth comforting. He began to hum slightly, as if to lull her back to sleep. The pain in her chest returned, and she had to stop herself from laughing.

He'd shot her in the heart in her dream and had stolen her heart in reality. She loved him, she realized, and a cupid dream was what it took.

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She woke up to screaming.

She automatically jerked upright in bed, trying to asses the unrecognizable room around her as her sleepy brain caught up. The motel room. Unknown's motel room.

She quickly turned to her bedmate and found the source of the screaming. His face was contorted, and the screams would occasionally be broken up with whimpers and the occasional words.

"No! No! It hurts!" He was shouting and she scrambled to try and figure out what to do. In the state he was in, she was afraid to touch him, knowing how violently people can react to being touched in their sleep.

"Unknown. You're here with me." She said softly, leaning toward him. "You're safe."

"Please." He begged, her words not reaching him. "Please. It hurts! It hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsithurts‐"

She couldn't stop herself from reaching over and touching him on the arm. In that instant, he let out a blood curdling scream, eyes flying open as he sat up. He blindly grabbed at his right shoulder, digging his nails into the inked skin.

"Hey hey hey! Let's not do that." She said quickly, tugging at his hand so he couldn't hurt himself. His fingers clenched around hers instead, squeezing as tightly as he could. It hurt, but she didn't care. She began massage his hand with her thumbs, hoping to soothe him and to bring him back.

When his eyes finally cleared up again he immediately dropped her hand, wrapping his arms around himself in the imitation of a hug.

"Why..." Unknown rasped out, voice rough from screaming. "Why are you helping me?"

"Why shouldn't I?" She asked lightly, sitting back. He glared up at her.

"I'm fucking using you. What about that can't you get through your thick skull?" He said sharply.

"I know." She said and he looked at her incredulously. He laughed slightly. "I've known that you've been using me since the day we first met."

"So why-"

"I care about you. Despite all that." She cut him off. "Despite everything, I still would rather be in your company that almost anyone elses."

He stared at her, surprise and disbelief clear on his face before he snorted and laid back down.

"I knew the sex was good, but I didn't realize it was that good." He muttered, closing his eyes.

"Asshole." She said, rolling her eyes, but lying back down all the same. He was avoiding their conversation, and with the state he was in, she really didn't want to push it. She didn't protest as he pulled her into his arms, back pressed to his chest as he buried his face into her neck.

"Apparently I'm your asshole though." He said lightly, and she laughed, snuggling down.

"That you are."

[edgelord-saeran]

How do you think Unknown would react to being told that MC is a virgin? Like, right before they do the do, they tell him that they're a virgin in case he doesnt want to take that.

( I forgot the last part of the first ask and I'm sorry but I also very much like what I wrote😶)

(Also, this one gets a little rough. TW for past rape. Skip the italicized part and stay safe)

"What's your body count?" Of all the things Unknown had thought she would say, it wasn't that. He looked over, eyebrow raised and she shrugged. "Just asking."

"Two." He said lightly.

"Oh." He looked over to see her surprised expression.

"What?" He said with a frown. Her face immediately flushed.

"Just uh. Based on. Um. Things. I thought..." Her face progressively grew redder until she buried her face in her hands. "I thought you were more experienced."

"What's your count then?" Unknown asked her, trying to move the attention from him.

"One." She mumbled quietly.

"One?" He said, voice weak. One. He was that one. He was her first. His mind scrambled.

Part of him swelled with pride. She'd given that to him. He'd been the only one to ever touch her like that. His.

The other part of him filled with regret. Not his own, but for her. She'd given her first to him. He had been using her. He didn't know. He was... tainted.

(His first. A flash of blonde hair. A lesson. Praise after finally getting hard enough for her to do anything. Puking violently. Another dose of elixir. Another lesson. Being told to remember this. It's for Mint Eye. Puking violently. Another dose. A lesson. And again. And again. And ag-)

"Unknown?" He shuddered as he felt a hand touch his cheek. He looked up at her, confused as to why she was so fucking blurry. She ran her thumb under his eye and he finally felt the wet. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I wish my count was one." He whispered. "I wish it was just you."

He was suddenly pulled into her arms as she cradled him, and in that moment, he felt safe. Away from everything and everyone.

And he sobbed.

[edgelord-saeran]

I've started a playlist for The Trysts of Unknown and MC because I have no impulse control OTL

[edgelord-saeran]

She hummed to herself as she poured another drink. She was warm and floaty, a few drinks in, and didn't even care that she was drinking alone on a week night. What did she have to do tomorrow? Answer emails? Bah. She could do that with her eyes shut at this point.

Her door opened suddenly, and a month ago, she'd have been terrified. Now though? She knew exactly who it was.

"Unknown~" She crooned, turning towards him and setting her drink down. He grinned at her in his normal cocky way, but stilled suddenly when she bounced over to him and kissed him on the cheek. She pulled back, seeing that his face had shuttered off. "Unknown?"

"What are you drinking?" He asked her stiffly. She looked back at the drink on the counter, her buzz tanking as an uneasy feeling filled the pit of her stomach.

"Vodka? And some orange juice... and some other juices. It tastes good." She said, trying to brighten her tone. As if the taste of the drink was the issue.

"I- I need to go." Unknown said stiffly, shifting back and away from her. He was on the defensive, she realized, and that pit grew larger. It was the alcohol itself that was the issue.

"Wait!" She said, reaching out for him, only for him to flinch back. She jerked her arm back in response, holding her wrist to her chest. "I'm. I'm sorry. Please don't leave."

She turned from him then, praying that what she was planning would make him stay, her drunk brain wanting nothing more than for him to be there. She dumped her freshly made drink down the drain, fumbling with the glass before simply dropping it in the sink, intent on her next destination.

She could hear booted feet following after her, and for a moment wanted to scold him for wearing shoes in the house. In that same second, she decided she didn't care and if he wanted to wear boots in the house, he could. As long as he stayed.

He grabbed her by the wrist as she stumbled into the bathroom and pulled her to face him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed, eyes flitting over her face.

"I need to brush my teeth so I don't smell." She said weakly, feeling tears begin to fall. "Then you'll stay? I won't drink anymore if you don't like it."

"You..." He trailed off, looking at her in disbelief before shaking his head. "I'll stay, okay? But let's get you to bed."

"You can't get me in bed that easily, mister." She teased him, voice still shaking but feeling like she was on more stable ground now that he agreed to stay.

"You didn't say that last time." He said in return, gently tucking a fly away hair behind her ear. She giggled at that, and then allowed him to lead her back towards her room. He wasn't leaving her, and that was all that mattered in her drunk mind.

[edgelord-saeran]

(This is a direct sequel to the drabble from last night)

Never in his life had Unknown thought that he'd have anything but horrible memories related to alcohol, but at the moment, he wasn't so sure. After her drunken attempt to remove the reminders of the drinks from her apartment and herself, he'd managed to get her to lay down, having finally convinced her that he wasn't going anywhere.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't fighting himself at the moment. The lingering scent of vodka in the back of his nose triggered his flight instinct. He needed to hide, or face the consequences.

However, that instinct was in direct contradiction with what was happening. Normally when in her bed they did a different kind of petting, but he couldn't deny that what she was doing now was rather comforting. Her hazy eyes were focused entirely on him as she gently rubbed the back of his neck, fingers occasionally reaching up to scratch at his hairline. He felt himself drifting. Until he felt a gentle hand cup his face.

"Hey." She mumbled out. Her face had scrunched with the force of her concentration on him.

"Yeah?" His voice was weaker than he wanted it to be, but despite everything, he was comfortable.

"I'm sorry. About earlier. I didn't know." She said softly, thumb gently running along his cheekbone.

"I hadn't exactly told you." He said, giving her a weak grin before sighing. "I don't... exactly have the best memories around... drunk people."

It was only one drunk, but she didn't need to know that. However, even as impaired as she was, her perception when it came to him was off the charts. She reached down and gently grabbed his wrist, sliding a finger along the leather band he wore.

"Is that where these came from?" She asked, eyes becoming sad. He couldn't respond with more than a nod. Rope burns took a long time to heal, and the scars took even longer to fade. She nodded in return, before gently pressing her lips onto leather. "I'm sorry you went through that."

"You didn't do anything." He rasped out. His chest felt like it was about to overflow.

"Hey 'Known?" She looked up at him again, gentle smile on her face.

"Yeah?" He didn't mind that she'd shortened his name. That was the way she made him feel.

"Will you stay? I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow." She said quietly. Then, without waiting for a response, she buried her face into his chest and fell asleep. He couldn't stop himself from laughing as he wrapped his arms around her.

"What am I gonna do with you?"