#'an image so heavy and warm at the same time that you forget its about death'...!!!

[igotyupls]

From Stress To Bliss

[[kinda sucks pre disclaimer ig, it got lame, i lost my touch apologies people.] WC: 1878 It had been a long, exhausting day for Y/N, the up-and-coming 4th gen idol. The constant pressure of maintaining his image, the gruelling schedules, and the relentless hate, criticisms from fat ass keyboard warriors and the other torment from the public had taken a heavy toll on him. As he trekked back to his apartment, all he wanted was to collapse in his bed and escape the stresses of his demanding career.

Little did he know, his girlfriend Hanni had other plans. The petite, hottie idol had noticed her boyfriend’s low mood and was determined to lift it even amidst of her skyrocketing career. She had been waiting patiently for him, her heart racing with anticipation and a naughty glint in her eye.

As Y/N unlocked the door and stepped inside, he was immediately yanked in a warm hug. "Babe, you're home!" Hanni called out , her voice filled with genuine concern. "I've been waiting for you. I can tell you've had a rough day." She pulled back slightly to stare up at him, her delicate features scrunched in a pouty frown.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a burst of love for this tiny girl who knew him so well. "Yeah, it's been a real shit show," he murmured relaxing his shoulders. "I just want to forget about it all and relax."

Hanni's pouty lips turned into a sly smile. "Well, I think I know just the thing to help you relax," she murmured smooth like a cat, her fingers trailing down his chest. Without letting him reply , she got up on her tippy toes and put her lips on his, tongue sliding out to play with his.

Y/N was caught off guard, still jumpy from his hectic day, but he quickly melted into the kiss, his arms encircling Hanni's non existent waist, pulling her closer. The regular scent of her perfume and the softness of her body against him making him hard and lovey all at the same time.

As they pulled back, both panting slightly, Hanni looked up at him with lusty eyes. "Let me take care of you, baby," she murmured, her fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt. "I want to make you feel good."

Y/N couldn't stop a pleased hum as Hanni's thin fingers touched his bare chest, her touch making his dick rock solid in blank time. "Fuck, Hanni," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grope her hips. "You're so damn hot, irresistible even."

Hanni giggled cuntily, her teeth softly biting his earlobe. "That's the point," she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear. And then without a warning, she’s dropping to her knees, her pretty eyes locked to his as she slowly unzips and unbuckles his belt and zipper.

Y/N's heart hammering in his chest, dick trying to rip out of its confinement  as Hanni's skinny fingers gently touched his hardening dick. "Hanni..." he grunted , his fingers messing up her soft hair.

"Shhh," she hushed him, her tongue poking out to kitten lick the tip. "Just let me take care of you, baby." With that, she gobbled up half his dick in the warm, wet cave of her mouth, her eyes shiny with teenage hormones

Y/N's head fell back, a horny moan echoing as Hanni's tongue swirls and licks his leaky tip. The tension and stress of the day leaving his body and getting replaced by a rising tide of horniness that is about to eat him up.

Hanni's movements were slow and on purpose, her eyes never leaving his face as she worked him with practised precision like a hitman. She knew exactly how to drive him nuts, alternating between long, lazy licks and teasing flicks of her tongue, almost like a snakes slither.

Y/N's fingers scrunched in her hair, his hips bucking unintentionally as his body tightened in the underbelly. "Fuck, Hanni... I'm not gonna last," he groaned, his voice graty with lust.

Hanni hummed around him, the vibrations sending his nerve endings going nuts through his body. She sped up her pace like the tiktok edits of songs, her head bobbing in tune that only she hears as she takes him deeper.

Y/N's world shrunk until the only thing on his mind was Hanni's mouth on Y/N junior, the tension in his balls growing and growing until finally, he cums with a warcry, his semen shooting down her throat.

Hanni swallowed every last drop, her eyes shiny with happiness at getting Y/N to relax. As Y/N's shaking lowered, she slowly pulled back, licking her lips with a happy hum. "Feel better, baby?" she cooed, her voice dripping with confidence.

Y/N could only nod, his mind still foggy from the orgasm. "Damn, Hanni... That was... incredible," he murmured, his breathing still panting.

Hanni beamed, clearly pleased with herself. "I'm glad I could help you chill out," she said, getting to her feet and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Now, why don't you go get comfortable while I reheat something to eat? You must be hangry."

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at her endless energy. "You're the best, you know that?" he murmured, pulling her into a tight hug, chin resting on her head.

Hanni giggled, her arms wrapping around his waist. "I know," she teased, pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose. "Now go, I'll take care of everything."

With a satisfied sigh, Y/N stepped out of his pants at his ankles and allowing Hanni to drag him towards the bedroom, his heart all fuzzy with love and thankfulness for this amazing girl who made this shit of a day so much better.

As he got onto the bed butt naked while tossing his unbuttoned shirt across the room, his mind thought about how lucky he was to have Hanni in his life. She was his rock, his best friend, and the one person who could always make him feel better, no matter how rough the day was, even with her career that is more famous than his ever will be.

Lost in his head, Y/N didn't notice Hanni's come in until she was standing before him, a tray of reheated left overs, "Dinner is served, babyboo," she stated, her voice all lovey dovey,

Y/N's stomach squeezed and made noise in response, as he gave her a big smile. "You really are the perfect girlfriend, you know that?" he said, pulling her down beside him.

Hanni giggled, snuggling up to his side. "I do my best," she murmured, her fingers drawing on his chest. "Now, eat up. You're going to need your energy for later."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. "Is that so?" he teased, his hand sliding down to squeeze her thigh.

Hanni's breath jerked softly, she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Oh, you have no idea, baby," she whispered teasingly, smooching his ear tip. "The night is still young, and I'm just getting started." she murmured, pressing a rough kiss to his lips, turning him on more than before. As their makeout grew longer, Y/N put the tray of food on the nightstand blindly,

before Y/N's hands got all up on Hanni's small frame, ready to touch every inch of her. He gaped at how perfectly she fit into him, her soft skin, smooth curves morphing into his bigger, more harder frame. 

Hanni let out a soft, relaxed sigh, her fingers fistimg in his hair as she shoves herself closer. The tray of food left to get cold.

Y/N's lips moved down her neck, pulling a shiver from Hanni. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice low and grating with horniness. His hands snaked up her dress, stroking the smooth skin of her back.

Hanni pushed into his palm, a moan leaving her lips. "Y/N..." she croaked out, her nails scratching his scalp. "I want you so badly."

The raw lust in her voice sends testosterones rushing everywhere in Y/N's body. He came back up to her lips, his tongue sliding in her mouth and dancing with hers as his hands quickly got to work unbuttoning her dress.

Y/N's hands raved over her body, memorising every slide, dip and bulge. Hanni's breath shaky as he cupped her small tits, his rough thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Y/N hummed, his lips going back down her neck to bite at the pale skin. Hanni's back now arching, her hands sliding down his head to his shoulders, nails digging as waves of hormones went erupting inher.

"Then take me, Y/N," she cooed, her voice drizzling with need. "I'm yours."

Y/N almost leaped forward, kissing her roughly as he slowly lined his dick to her dripping cunt,

Hanni's breath getting stuck in her throat, her eyes blinking shut as she took in the feeling of him balls deep in her. Y/N stopped, letting her adjust to his size, his forehead resting against hers.

"You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his hips rocking in a gentle sway. Hanni let out a soft moan ’mmm’, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

But soon Their movements grew more wild, the room filled with the sounds of their shaky breathing and the slide of skin on skin. Hanni's nails scratching down Y/N's back, bringing a groan from the deep end of his vocal chord.

"Fuck, Hanni," he panted, his pumps becoming more unstable as the squeeze in his stomach get tighter and tighter. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

Hanni's eyes opened teasingly, her lips changing into a cunty smile. "Then don't hold back, baby," she purred, sounding more like a cam girl then the innocent idol she acts like on camera, her hips rolling in sync with his. "I want to feel every last cum shot."

Y/N's control snapped with her slutty words, as he pounds into her, his only thoughts are of Hanni's body and the sound of her breathless mewls.

Hanni met his every pump, her pussy clenching around him as she scoot closer and closer towards her own orgasm. The room was thick with the smell of their fucking, and the bed creaked under their frantic pumps and rolls.

Finally, with a panting groan, Y/N reached his max, his hips shuttering as he spurt deep inside Hanni. The feel of his hot seed filling her sent Hanni tripping over the edge, her body shaking and twitching with the force of her orgasm.

They clung to each other, their limbs tangled, as the aftershocks of their orgasms  ripped inside them. Hanni's fingers writing and drawing soothing patterns on Y/N's back, her lips pressing soft kisses to his sweat-y  forehead.

"That... was incredible," Y/N murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Hanni giggled, giddy inside with a mix of satisfaction and love.

"I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" she teased, her fingers running down his chest. Y/N chuckled, pulling her even closer and putting a soft kiss to her lips. As their pants slowed and heart rates went to normal, They relaxed in the afterglow of their fucking. Air still heavy with the smell of semen, sweat and the sound of soft sighs and breaths, relaxing Hanni’s mind raved over everything and nothing, while in turn Y/N's fingers messaged her temple lazily, as they softly drifted to sleep, food gone cold on the nightstand.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Sunset Bedroom (18+)

FastForward!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Just me wanting to make a smut in the Fast Forward setting, heh💙

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Sex with Leo in your shared penthouse guest room💙

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Spelling, oral, female receiving, dirty talk, light choking, unprotected sex, Leo being a tease.

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The future wasn’t as bad as one could fear it would be. It was much nicer and much brighter than you had imagined. But that could very well be because of the many windows in Cody’s penthouse. The food was good, if not a little strange, but you liked it nonetheless. The entertainment was also pretty good. Way different than what you were used to, but still good. But if there was one thing that stayed the same, no matter the time, being it the past, present or future, was Leonardo.

Your sweet terrapin boyfriend stayed the same, even after an accidental time travel into the future, and that was just the way you wanted it. Even after the sudden chance from sewer to penthouse, he stayed humble and caring. He still looked out for you in small ways, like placing a hand over the corner of the table when you were walking by, or always making sure there was a full glass of water by your side. He still cuddled you close at night and kissed you at every opportunity he got.

Even 99 years into the future, Leo still insisted on spending his planned time with you, just as much as he insisted on his training. The big difference being that Leo now had the opportunity to take you out, instead of planning dates in the lair, in your apartment or on your roof. But even in futuristic restaurants Leo would still hold your hand and keep his famous eye contact with you, while listening to you speaking.

But there was one thing that had changed between you and Leo; your sex life. Never before had you and Leo been able to get intimate so often, without interruptions. Though 2105 wasn’t without its dangers and villains, it was generally much more peaceful, which gave Leo and his brothers extra time to kill. And luckily for you, that meant getting fucked your brains out on a pretty much daily basis.

Tonight was no different. You and Leo had retreated into the big spacious bedroom Cody had given the two of you. Located on the western corner of the penthouse, with big open windows, you and Leo had one of the best sceneries in New York City. And of course the two of you have had sex several times with the city and the sunset as your background. There was just something about watching your face covered with the warm glow of the setting sun, as you begged Leo to make you cum with your sweet taste on his tongue, that made his mind spin ecstasy.

You were laying across the big soft Alaskan king sized bed, your hair cascading behind you on the mattress. Your pants and underwear had been discarded long ago, laying somewhere on the floor and out of your side. Your bra was on the edge of the bed, having been taken off by Leo the moment you got onto the soft sheets, and your shirt pushed up over your chest, revealing your breast to Leo and the air in the room. Your cheeks were flushed, your breathing was heavy and moans were escaping your lips. Thank God that a luxury penthouse in the future meant that the bedrooms were soundproof, because otherwise you would be getting in big trouble.

The sight between your legs was enough to make you roll your head back in pleasure. Leonardo, naked without any of his high tech gear or bandana, had his face buried between your thighs, with the tip of his skillful tongue rolling against your clit. Your legs hung over his shoulders so your calves were laying against his shell, with his strong arms wrapped around your thighs pulling them apart, giving him more space to devour your dripping core. His blue eyes held your gaze, making you shutter in excitement. All of this, bathed in the orange and yellow glow of the sunset, was an image you would never forget.

“Oh, fuck, Leo”, you moaned, your hands finding their way to the top of Leo’s head, pushing him further against you. He hummed against you, his hands gripping tighter onto your thighs, no doubt leaving a new pair of marks. His tongue started to do slow flat licks up your folds, running all the way from the bottom to the top, before giving your clit a flick with the tip, causing you to jolt underneath him. Leo chuckled against you before doing it one more time.

Leo took in the sight of you wiggling against his lips and the sounds escaping your beautiful plump lips, and started to grind his already dropped penis against the sheet underneath him, causing him to moan lightly against your center. The vibration shot through you, making your back to arch slightly.

“Please, Leo”, you continued, trying to push your hips closer to his face with the help of your legs on his shell. Leo however pulled back slightly, a small grin appearing in his face, as he watched you wriggle in frustration underneath him, without his tongue connected to your folds.

“Please what?”, he asked smugly, using his thumb to spread you open for him, enjoying the sight of your cunt glistering with a mixture of your own juices and his spit. It was a lovely sight, especially in the sunshine. It made it almost look like honey. You sighed in pleasure as he moved the thumb up towards your clit, pushing down you ever so slightly. Leo knew exactly what you wanted, but he wasn’t going to give it to you just like that. No, he wanted to work you up for it, have you beg for it. Have you beg for him. And you knew exactly that’s what he wanted. That had never changed and will never change, not that you were complaining. It was incredibly hot to be in this position under him.

“Please just fuck me, Leo!”, you cried out, your toes curling against his shell as he started to rub slow circles against you.

“You have to be more specific, sweetheart”, Leo said, his breath fanning over your wet opening. “How do you want me to fuck you? With my fingers? With my tongue? With my cock? Whatever you want, you just have to tell me, darling” He punctuated every option with a small flick of his thumb, making you jolt each and every time. God, you loved this man so much, but sometime you wished he would just fuck the life out of you.

“Your cock, Leo!”, you cried out once more, your hips chasing his thumb as he moved it around. “Please! Fuck me with your cock!”

Leo chuckled as he did one last circle over your clit, before sitting up with his erection showing off proudly with a slight bit of precum leaking out at the tip. “Your wish is my command”, he said, grabbing a hold of your legs to pull you closer across the bed. You yelped as he pulled you in one hard tuck, before giggling as he leaned down over you, feeling his penis just ghosting over your entrance. Leo’s lips found yours, his tongue quickly gaining access to the inside of your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on Leo’s lips, lifting your hips in hopes of gaining some frictions against his rode. Leo’s right hand went to your hips, pushing you down onto the mattress with ease. His left hand made quick work, catching both of your wrist and pinned them on top of your head.

“What happened to ‘your wish is my command’?”, you wailed frustrated, trying to push against his hand. Damn him being so fucking well trained, all though it looked good and proved amazing in bed.

Leo smiled. He really had no reason for doing it, other than to hear you wailing a little but. Nothing new there. He had always been a tease in bed, enjoying your whimpering and squirming. “I never said I would do it straight away”, he smiled, his lips finding their way to your jawline, slowly kissing their way up to your earlobe.

“Your fucking tease”, you breathed, tilting your head to the side, giving him space to work on.

“And you like it”, he murmured against your ear, smugness dripping from his every word, sending shivers down your spine.

He was right; you did like it. Scratch that, you loved it. He would build you up over and over again, until finally giving you that earth shattering orgasm you had been waiting for. Begging for, even.

But you couldn’t ignore the burning need building between your legs, as Leo continued his slow assault on your jaw and neck, feeling his cock touch you folds every once in a while, almost making you go mad.

“Please, Leo!”, you begged, struggling against his hand. “Please just do it! Fuck me, Leo!”

You could feel his breath against your skin as he huffed out a chuckle. “Have you been teased enough?”

“Yes!”, you exclaimed, your head nodding wildly in agreement.

“Really?”, Leo asked, letting go of your hip to take a hold of his aching cock, slowly sliding it through your folds, yet another idea popping into his head. “How badly do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“So badly, Leo! Please!” Fuck this man and how easily he made you beg as if it was about your life.

“Good girl”, Leo praised you, before slowly pushing into your entrance. By reflex you curled your legs up around Leo, closing your eyes as you felt the stretch of him slowly filling you up. “Fuck”, Leo breathed into your ear, feeling his length being absorbed into you. “Always so tight”.

“Please move, Leo”, you whimpered, nudging him with your foot against his shell.

“As you wish”, he smiled, giving your cheek a kiss before he slowly started moving his hips against you. He pulled until he was almost out of you, before pushing back in. Both of you moaned at his movements, enjoying the pleasure it brought the both of you.

Leo’s thrusting started picking up, making you turn your face against your restrained arm, closing your eyes as you took in the pleasure he brought you.

“No”, Leo mumbled, using his free hand to turn your face towards him. His face contorted in focus, his gaze burning into yours and his mouth agape. “Look at me. I want to see you”. This always did something to you. It did not matter how many times Leo told you to look at him during sex, with him buried deep inside of you, it always did something to you. Made your stomach tighten and tingle in excitement, feeling the climax he had been building inside of you being brought closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”, Leo mumbled, moving his hand from your face to your throat, holding you still as he stared into your eyes, his hips getting faster at the sound of your moans and whimpering. The way you said his name, begging him to bring you closer to the edge. At this point the sun had just dipped below the horizon, replacing the orange glow outside with the dark sky and the shining starts, the neon glow of the city casting colors throughout the dark room, lighting up you face, letting Leo see your reactions as he fucked you harder with every thurst.

Leo let go of your wrists, using his left arm to bring your leg up, so it rested against his arm, giving him space to curl his leg up and making it easier for him to thrust into you at a rapid speed. Your hands flew to him, on around his neck, the other holding on to the arm of the hand that was increasing its grip slightly, forcing your airway open and making your moans louder.

Leo groaned at the feeling of your tightening around him, pushing your leg up onto his shoulder, so he could use his arm to support himself.

“Leo! Baby! I’m close!”, you cried out, feeling that familiar feeling build up inside of you.

“Let it go, babe”, he groaned, tilting your head slightly forward so he could look directly at you. “Cum for me, (Y/N). Be a good girl and cum around my cock. Show me how good I’ve fucked you”.

That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. With a scream like moan you came, the leg over Leo’s shoulder tightening up and your nails digging into his skin, in a way that made him moan in pleasure. Yet Leo’s speed didn’t falter. He fucked you through your high, egging you on as he watched your face. He would never stop loving the sight of your face whenever you came. Your beautiful face contorted in pleasure - pleasure he had given you.

Once through your high, Leo pulled out of you, leaving you heaving for your breath on the big bed. But you weren’t done. You knew that. Leo had never stopped after drawing one orgasm, and he never would. So you weren’t surprised when he shoved you onto your side, pulling you close with one of your legs up against his plastron. He stared at you with a mischievous yet yearning look in his eyes, covered in the neon blue light from the city outside. You would be lying if you said the sight didn’t get your heart going like crazy, holding your breath in anticipation.

“That was one”, he said, tugging himself a few times before lining up against your still pulsating entrance. “Let’s see how many we can do before sunrise”.

[seraphicsentences]

wrote this when i was drunk, about being drunk. not proofread whatsoever but i thought it’d be funny to share

ugh but imagine making out with ellie while drunk. rushing out of the tipsy bison to her place, forgetting your jackets even in the dead of winter but being warm anyways because of the alcohol and blood rushing and shit. your hearts’ racing half because of anticipating what’s to come and half because of your quick pace. imagine finally getting to ellie’s and her immediately pressing you up against the door, slapping messy open-mouthed kisses to your lips. tasting the alcohol in her saliva, getting drunk off her addicting taste. her half missing your lips and just getting the corner of them because, well, she’s just so knackered. imagine her lips wet and glistening with you and hers saliva, and her leaning back for just a moment to take in your image. ellie’s lips parted, pretty green eyes heavy lidded, auburn hair falling out of its low bun. her tongue darting out to wipe the corner of her mouth, as if it cleans up much, then moving to press inside her cheek as her mind runs through the hundreds of things she wants to do to you. imagine how caught off guard she’d be when you move quicker than she does, walking her backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed- sending her down to the mattress. you straddling her on top and climbing to press her to lay down. crashing your lips onto hers, groaning into it, teeth bumping a bit from the aggression. your tongue immediately slipping into her open mouth, twirling around hers, teasing, showing her what’s to come if she only just cooperates. drawing desperate little nghhs from the back of her throat with every filthy movement of your tongue. ellie’s hands scrambling to touch every part of you, to take all of you in, strongly squeezing and massaging in all the right places. knowing that if you turned your head to look you’d get a delicious glimpse of the veins in her hands popping with every strain of movement, knowing that your eyes would roll back at the very view. feeling ellie’s hands drift under your shirt and tread up your thigh, fingers brushing closer to your burning center, but never quite where you need them. placing sloppy kisses across her face and trailing them down her neck around her collarbone, sucking and nipping and biting there to mark her up. wetly licking that same spot to soothe the inflicted pain. tbh just saliva everywhere, making each others skin a bit sticky but not minding it because how could you? when the other is right there panting heavily for your attention? lips meeting together once more to share breaths between them. ellie telling you she loves you for the first time, because it’s just that much easier to slip off the tongue when inebriated. (it doesn’t make it any less true.)

[neobubz]

Tension Release (M) Chapter 2 - Mixed Feelings

i'm so sorry for the extremely late update. i can't tell you how many times i have written and scrapped this chapter. enjoy!

Prologue || Chapter 1

Word Count: approx. 8.7k

Pairings: fem reader x husband x jeno

Warning(s): mature audiences only, 18+, explicit language, slow-paced, storytelling, cheating, infidelity, some sexual situations

Preview: “Feel good, baby?” He kisses up your jaw driving his pelvis into yours — bulge pressing firmly against your soaking pajama shorts. “So good,” you purr. “But I need you inside me!” Growling against your throat he bites down leaving behind a mark. Claiming you as his now, Jeno raises himself up to place soft kisses onto your cheeks. “You sure about that? Once we do it there’s no going back,” he reaches a hand down between your bodies to rub over your waiting core. "I know, please," you beg. "I need to feel you inside me now!"

✞ＴＥＮＳＩＯＮ ＲＥＬＥＡＳＥ✞

“Because I can’t take money from a man of God when I just imagined fucking the shit out of his wife!”

Staring blankly at Jeno you process the words that just flew out of his mouth — but nothing came from it. Your mind is nothing but a black abyss. It was as if the little workers in your brain posted a sign that said ‘out to lunch,’ and have left you there to figure things out without their assistance. 

He was imagining fucking you? When the hell was this?! When he was rubbing your back? When he turned you over and crawled on top of you? When?!!!

“Y-You…want to do what?” You gulp loudly after asking. You knew what he said. It was as clear as day, but still, you needed to be sure. 

“Just forget it.” Jeno turns to leave but you grab hold of his wrist.

Speaking slowly you ask him again. “Jeno...what…did you…just say?”

He doesn’t look back. “You heard me.”

“I need to hear it ag—”

Without a moment’s notice he spins around grabbing your face in his hands. Dipping down he smashes his lips against yours. Once again your mind goes blank and darkness creeps its way to obstruct your vision.  This can’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. Jeno can’t be kissing you right now. It’s all in your head. A mere image you’ve concocted to deal with the stress you’ve been having with Matthew. Yes. That’s what it is. 

But the moment the bed dips down and Jeno moves closer to you — the darkness dissipates and you realize that this is not an image you’ve made up. This is happening. His hands shake against your cheeks. His lips tightly move across yours as if he’s battling with himself on the inside. A battle of whether what he’s doing is right or wrong – honestly you’re going through the same battle, because despite the fact that Jeno is still a stranger to you, his lips feel far too good on yours.

Moving from your lips down to your chin, and to your jaw, he showers you in affection. A message that lies deep inside of him that he’s trying to relay to you little by little. Your breathing becomes heavy the moment his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Hearing your escalated breathes he moves over the same spot, this time nipping gently at the skin. Not enough to leave a mark, thank heavens, but rough enough to cause a whimper to pass your lips.  

Jeno’s grip tightens. Pulling away just far enough to gaze upon you, his chest rises and falls quickly, his breathing mirroring your own. Eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his lips your mind starts spiraling into a dangerous place, lust. Your body starts to grow warm. From your toes you feel heat coursing through you – heading straight to your face, clouding your mind in fog. Jeno’s hands start to fall from your face when suddenly you grab him by his neck, yanking him down and this time crashing your lips onto his. 

Your lips slide across each other’s seamlessly. The kiss start soft and sweet but quickly picking up the pace as pure primal desire jets through your veins. You need to feel more of him. You need to know what’ll happen if the kiss continues. How it’ll feel to have him on top of you, pressing his body on yours. His hands roaming over you’re his scorching touch removing the months of neglect you’ve felt.

You need to know what he sounds like when he’s come over with passion. You need to know what he’ll feel like buried so deep in your soaking wet heat. And you need to know what his face looks like when he comes inside of you.

After marrying Matthew you couldn’t picture yourself wanting, lusting, desiring, let alone kissing anyone else. He was the only man who made your heart beat fast. He was the only man that you wanted to wrap your arms and snuggle into their embrace. Yet, the feeling of Jeno’s lips on yours has you questioning everything you thought was true. The way he looks at you is soft and sweet, but deep in his gaze there is an inner fire – a fire that you have no problem being burned by.

Gasping for air, Jeno uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. Moaning into the opened mouthed kiss you do your best to keep up with his rougher pace as your tongues battle for dominance. A deep grunt rumbles in his throat when you lightly nip the muscle darting in and out of your mouth. Pulling away from you he cups the sides of your face in his palms.

“Did just bite me?” He peers down incredulously. 

Leaning forward you give his lips a little kitten lick. “I think I did.”

“You’re not making this easy for me.” He pulls you to him, lips connecting to yours for a brief second.

“And like you’re making it easy for me?” You quip but find yourself wrapping your arms around as much of him as you can. 

Jeno’s lips find purchase on your neck his lips seeming to slide down gently against your pulse. Closing your eyes you relish in the feeling of his lips traveling down your neck and to your collar bone. As he gingerly kisses along your décolletage he ends up flying back, stumbling to the ground.

“Shit! Are you okay?” You whisper.

It wasn’t your intention to push him away that hard. In fact, it wasn’t your intention to push him away period.

Hearing Matthew’s voice, Jeno realizes why you sent him flying back and quickly scrambles to his feet, rushing over to take his place where he stood a few minutes ago.

“Okay,” Matthew walks around the corner. “I made you a sandwich in case you were hungry,” he walks right past Jeno as if he wasn’t standing there with his face red as a tomato. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you he hands you the sandwich. “And here is your water and Tylenol. Hopefully this’ll help.”

“Th-Thank you,” you say, still dazed from the passionate lip lock. Popping the Tylenol into your mouth you chug down some water, the chilliness of it already helping you to cool off. 

“Is there anything I can do to keep her comfortable tonight?” Matthew turns to Jeno. 

Across the room with his fingers pressed gently against his lips, Jeno stares towards you with widened eyes. Trying your best not to call attention to yourself you give him a look of ‘snap out of it,’ hoping that he’ll get the message. Matthew, the trusting man he is, still doesn’t trust anyone around you but your immediate family. With the way Jeno’s acting he’ll surely know something happened while he was gone. Finally, after what felt like a millennia Jeno shakes his head as if coming out of the Twilight Zone. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Are you okay?” Matthew stands. His brows knitted together. “You look a little red in the face.” 

“I’m sorry sir, what did you say?” He asks your husband.

Glancing at your husband you see the same look he gives every man that has ever been in your presence, a look of distrust. His lips pressing together, his brows start to knit together – his body shifting to block more of you from Jeno’s gaze. “Is everything alright? You seem out of sorts.”

“I-It must be the heat,” you place a gentle hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “Jeno did have to drag me back here. He must be exhausted. Right, Jeno?”

“U-Uh…what?” Jeno asks.

Face palming yourself internally, Matthew keeps a watchful eye on him. “They did say this is our hottest week so far.” Matthew goes along with your lie. “Do you need to sit down? A glass of water to cool you off?” He asks.

“N-No. I’m sorry. I seemed to have zoned out for a second. My apologies.”

FINALLY! You scream inside. If Jeno didn’t start acting normal Matthew would for sure have realized something happened between the two of you. Seeming satisfied, Matthew’s body starts to relax under your touch.

“That’s quite alright. I can’t imagine how crazy this day has been for you. I asked if there is anything I can do to keep my wife comfortable?”

Biting down on your tongue you hold back a scoff that is dying to be heard. The way he deliberately emphasized ‘wife’ making your blood boil. The wife he hasn’t tried to persuade to come back to the master bedroom to lie next to him. The wife that he has been pushing away for over a week, no matter how hard she tries to be close to him. The wife he purposefully ignored because she tried to show him how much she wanted him. Yeah, you’re his wife alright.

“Oh, yes, ummm, I would suggest not sleeping in the same bed for the time being.” His response gains your attention. “She may or may not get a lot of rest. There’s no point in two people being exhausted.” 

Matthew turns back to you looking at you with actual worry. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to take care of you,” he holds your hands in his. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

A gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach makes you want to hurl at his words. None of this would have happened if he wasn’t being such a pain in the ass. All you ever wanted was to please him and be pleased by him. That was it. Now, he wants to act like the doting husband?

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow morning at around 10?” You hear Matthew talking. “I have to head to the church early to set everything up. I hope that won’t be too much of an inconvenience for you.”

“No. It’s perfectly fine. When will you return?”

“Well I can skip the picnic —”

“NO!” You shout scaring both of them. “You can’t! Mother will be upset.”

“I think she would be livid if she knew I left you here alone to go to the picnic. I’m coming home early. The picnic isn’t important.”

“First and foremost… I’m not alone. Jeno will be here to help me if I need it. So, there’s nothing to worry about. Second, the picnic is a tradition. Everyone in town will be there. It’s also the only time when you talk to the other men in town outside of the church. Plus,” you pull his hand urging him to come close to you. “I want you to bring me back something extra special,” you purr seductively. 

“Special?” He gulps, his pupils dilating when your hand goes to rest around his neck.

Noticing his reaction, you pull him in closer to you. Lips brushing against his you give his lips a little lick before kissing the corner of his mouth.  “Yes, my love.”

“A-And what is that?” He whispers falling under your spell. 

Smiling against his lips you give him the tiniest peck — if it can even be called a peck. “Some of my mom’s apple pie!” You give his back a slap. “Oh and if we’re going by what we’ve already eaten — there should be some fried chicken tomorrow! And pick some stuff up for Jeno. We can’t have the person who can help me get back into fighting shape starved!”

Staring at you shocked, Matthew’s eyes flicker across your face. Desperately trying to figure out what just happened. How one second it seemed like it was just the two of you and the next — he looks back at Jeno, his blood boiling. “Yes sweetheart, whatever you wish.” He urges himself not to roll his eyes upon your request. 

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.” Jeno chimes in.

“You need to try my mom’s apple pie! It’s to die for! Right, Matthew?”

Paying Jeno no mind, Matthew strokes your hair giving you his fully attention. “It is quite good. I’ll bring you both some food. So, with the picnic that means I’ll be gone for an extra two hours. I don’t like leaving you here in the state that you’re in.”

You shrug innocently. “Where am I going to go?” 

Leaning down he presses a kiss near your ear and whispers. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

And here he goes again… the overprotective husband act. Well, actually, in this case he should be worried. He should feel like the floor is about to break from under him because that’s how it feels for you. The moments before Matthew showed up had you questioning everything in your marriage and yourself. And the kiss you just shared with Jeno is giving you the biggest urge to delve into a world of adultery. To wrap your arms, legs, and soul around a man that is not your husband. To give him anything he wanted and then some.

Matthew needs to be worried.

“Well, I think we should let you get some rest for now.” He strokes the back of your head placing a gentle kiss on your nose. “I’ll walk you out Jeno.”

“O-Okay,” Jeno clears his throat his eyes landing on you. “Rest well.”

“Tell Roz I’ll call her later.”

“Mmm…” 

✞ＴＥＮＳＩＯＮ ＲＥＬＥＡＳＥ✞

Jogging down the steps Jeno quickly disappears in front of a giant overgrown tree in your front yard. His hands run through his hair, gripping the ends. His heart and mind both racing from the events that just occurred inside your home. 

“Fuck!” He growls. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“How about one more for good measure,” Roz chuckles. She leans her body up against your neighbors white picket fence. “Oh, and a little louder if you will. Let’s give this town something to talk about.” She wiggles her brows.

Jumping at the sound of her voice Jeno stares wide eyed. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on my bestie! So, how is she?”

“She really did a number on her back. She’ll be stuck in bed for a couple of days.”

Smirking, Roz leans into Jeno. “Gave her a little massage, huh?”

He pushes past her, “yes. And before you say anything else she couldn’t even make it upstairs on her own. She needed it.”

“You just get here and already have your hands all over her. You dog!!” She teases.

“What are you talking about? She needed a massage to loosen up her back. It was to benefit her…not me…”

Humming she nods. “So is that why you’re sporting a boner?” She points down.

Frantic Jeno glances down to see the impression his cock makes in his jeans. Completely forgetting about it when Matthew had entered the room — the rush of adrenaline still prevalent covering and trying to ascertain the situation going over his head.

“Shit…” he growls.

“I thought men knew when this stuff happens.”

“We do! I just…fuck…”

“What happened while you were in there?”

“Nothing happened!” Jeno tugs down his shirt. “Look, I swear nothing happened. I was giving her a back massage and then we heard Matthew rush upstairs. I freaked and…” he runs a stressed hand through his hair. “Okay, I didn’t intend for this to happen and she did it too!”

“Jeno…” Roz starts to grow worried. “What did you do to her?!”

“We made out, okay?!” He groans. “I couldn’t help it! One second she’s just venting about how much of a cockblock her own husband is and the next moment all I can think about is being buried balls deep inside her…” He lets out a pathetic laugh. “What the hell is going on with me? I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” 

Blinking at him as if he’s grown a second head, she just shrugs letting out a huge sigh. “You’re into her. She’s gorgeous so it’s understandable. However, please, for goodness sake next time keep the whole I want to plow your bestie a secret, okay? That’s information I didn’t need to know.”

“Understandable?!” He shouts. “How is this understandable? She’s a married woman! To a fucking pastor of all people! A man of God! This is terrible!”

“Why is it terrible? You can’t help who you fall for. Whether that person is single or taken it doesn’t matter. You like who you like. What you do with this information is up to you. I’m not going to judge the two of you and say you’re going to hell for x, y, z reason. 

“Both of you are wonderful people and I know that. I also know that my friend has been sad for a long time. The light that brightened my darkest days is barely a flicker at this point. I’m not saying have an affair with her but if you being here makes her the tiniest bit happy for however long until her dumbass husband wakes the fuck up, so be it.”

Shaking his head disbelievingly, Jeno walks away from her.  “How can you say that?”

Shaking his head in disbelief Jeno walks away from her. “How can you say that? Have an affair, fuck a pastor’s wife. That’s unthinkable!”

“Why is it unthinkinable? She’s a person just like the rest of us. Plus, you’re not exactly super religious dear cousin – why do you care about this kind of stuff?”

“I’m thinking about her!” He shouts. “What if it does happen? I’m not saying I would ever, but what if at some point it does? What will she think of me? Of herself? I don’t want her to think she’s going to hell because we fucked.”

“One, you think of her far too highly,” Roz snorts. “If you only knew the shit she’s done you’d think otherwise. Two, you’ve already made out and if I know my friend, which I do, she was already thinking about kissing you long before you kissed her. Especially with the droughts she’s been in. I’m sure the thought of you being inside her has already popped into that pretty little head of hers.”

“For her best friend you’re really talking about her like she’s a whore.”

“No I’m not. I’m talking about her as if I know her and I do. Look Jeno, she’s a woman and she has needs. That’s all I’m saying. As stated before I’m not telling you or suggesting or even trying to put the idea of an affair in your head – simply putting that if the two of you did do something I wouldn’t judge. Plus, Matthew’s a pain in the ass…never card for him,” she rolls her eyes.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“He’s always had a major stick up his ass. Ever since we were kids he walked around with this air of superiority around him. It got on my nerves.”

“I heard he’s not that big of a fan of yours.”

“Yeah, well he can suck my nonexistent dick. Now, are we going to get to the root of the problem or not?”

“Root of the problem?”

“When our girl was talking to you about her issues with her husband, how did it make you feel?”

“Bad, I guess.” He shrugs.

“Why?”

Jeno rolls his eyes and starts walking away. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do!” Roz jogs ahead of him and holds out her arms. “Stop avoiding what is right in front of you.”

“What my nosey ass cousin?”

“No! Your feelings for her! You like her. You’re infatuated, allured, bewitched by her beauty, just admit it!”

“Bewitched by her beauty?” He cracks up. “Really?”

“Or you just want to get your dick wet,” she smirks. “Either way you’ve chosen her. There are plenty of women in this town that I know have flirted with you. Gayle at the salon told me all about it. How Kimmy, Julia, and Beth have approached you while you were working and you paid them no mind at all.”

“Are you serious? Me trying not to saw my fingers off is proof that I’m into your friend?”

“No. The fact that all three women are downright beautiful is enough proof. All the men in this town would give their left nut to have them talk to them. Yet here you are pining over a woman that you know you can’t have. “Face the facts, you like her!”

“And what if I do?

“That my dear cousin,” Roz wraps her arm around Jeno’s shoulder pulling him down to her height. “Is something you’re going to have to figure out on your own. In the meantime, how about I treat you to some lunch?”

“You’ve been treating me to every meal,” Jeno chuckles then gives her a small smile. “Thanks, Roz.”

“Mmhmm.”

✞ＴＥＮＳＩＯＮ ＲＥＬＥＡＳＥ✞

Warm hands caress your breasts. Giving your nipples a little pinch they move down to your stomach. Inhaling sharply, your body becomes covered in goosebumps. Squirming underneath their touch, your hips rise when their fingers tease at your panty line. 

Chuckling they nip your bottom lip. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum enjoying the feeling of their hands on you.

“Are you sure about this?” They ask for the millionth time. 

“Yes, please!”

Planting their lips firmly on yours you get lost in the feeling. Wrapping your arms around their neck you pull them lower to you. Wanting to feel every inch of their body pressed against you; burying you into the mattress. 

“I want you so bad,” they confess. “Ever since I saw you I’ve wanted you.”

“Fuck!” You cry out when they thrust their hips into yours. “I’ve wanted you too, so bad!”

Pressed against each other you enjoy the friction created by the smooth rhythmic motions of their hips. 

“Mmmm,” you wrap your legs around them. “Harder…harder!”

Smirking he grinds his hips into yours with more force than you ever thought he would. Feeling like he’s already deep inside you messing up your organs your neck cranes back — enjoying every second. 

“Feel good, baby?” He kisses up your jaw driving his pelvis into yours — bulge pressing firmly against your soaking pajama shorts.

“So good,” you purr. “But I need you inside me!”

Growling against your throat he bites down leaving behind a mark, claiming you as his. Lifting himself up, he peers down at your new mark.

“Are you sure? Once we do this there’s no going back,” he reaches a hand down between your bodies to rub over your soaking core.

"I know, please," you beg. "I need to feel you inside me!" 

Smirking he crashes his lips to yours, “as you wish.”

Gasping you moan out feeling soft kisses trailing from your lips to your cheek. 

“Baby,” a voice calls to you. “Come on, open your eyes.”

Their lips land on yours stirring you awake. “Don’t want to,” you whine.

“It’s time to wake up. I’ll be leaving in a bit.”

Wake up…? Leaving…?

“Come on, Jeno will be here shortly.”

“Jeno…” you whisper.

Eyes springing open you see Matthew staring down at you lovingly. Hand cupping your cheek, already showered and dressed in a nice suit — just like every Sunday. Kissing the top of your head he strokes your hair gently.

“There’s my princess,” he chuckles. “You must have had some dream. You were tossing and turning like crazy.”

“Dream?” You ask as he pours you a glass of water.

“Yeah, at first I thought it was a nightmare.” He hands you the glass to which you take eagerly. “But as soon as I kissed you, you settled down.”

“I-It was a nightmare,” you lie. 

“I hope nothing too bad.” Shaking your head no you pull back the covers. “B-Baby!” Matthew rushes to your side as you crawl out of bed groaning in pain. “What are you doing? Be careful!”

“I need to pee,” you hiss from all his fussing.

“You should have told me.” Wrapping a secure arm around your waist, he pulls you close to him so you can lean against him for support. “I mean really…would it be so hard for you to ask for help?” He nags.

“I did ask for help but you turned me down time and time again.”

It was wrong to take your frustrations out on Matthew after just waking up. It wasn’t his fault that in your dream world you had found yourself in the arms of another man, only wake up to his face looking back at you. The disappointment washing over you had you wanting to get away from him even for just a moment to relive the dream. To remember what that persons hands felt on you. How their lips molded with yours perfectly and how their thrusts felt while they buried themselves deep inside of you. Even if it was just for five minutes you wanted peace to see that persons face again.

When Matthew started to fuss over you, wrapping his arms around you, the persons touch started to slip away – their voice fading off into the farthest recesses of your mind. So, you became a crabby mess.

“How many times do you want me to apologize for that before you let it go?” He snaps.

“As many times as you avoid talking to me about what is truly going on.”

“What if I don’t know what’s truly going on? How can I talk to you if I can’t even figure it out myself?”

“Then seek help to find out. Talk to a therapist or to a doctor. Hoping and praying that the problem will somehow vanish isn’t the way to solve it. If you don’t wish to talk to me about it, find someone who will listen.”

“I have someone who listens to me.”

“I’m not talking about some omnipotent presence in the sky. I’m talking about someone who will answer you back when you speak.”

Groaning he opens the bathroom door for you, walking you up to the sink where you can handle things from here. “I’ll be outside. Call me when you’re finished.” He turns to leave.

“Matthew,” you whisper.

Not turning to face you his shoulders that are tense around his ears drop at the sound of your voice. “Yes?”

“I’m just frustrated okay? Sexually, emotionally, and now with my back…I’m just upset. I know I shouldn’t be. I know I should let whatever is going on run its course but I feel like I’m going crazy right now. I want to feel your hands on me again. I want to feel you inside of me again but because of whatever is going on with you isn’t being dealt with properly…neither are my needs.

“I’m being selfish I know. You’re going through something right now but I need to be honest with you. I’m two seconds from going to the next town and finding instruments to use on myself to find some form of release. If there is anything I can do, please, I beg of you…tell me.”

Turning his head to the side, giving you just a peek at his face you can tell that what you just said rubbed him the wrong way. The mere thought of you needing to use toys of pleasure to find a release is ridiculous! Your pleasure should come from him, not from something that needs to be charged before the next use!

“I will not allow such things in my home.”

And with that he slams the bathroom door shut leaving you alone…the true issue not being dealt with…again.

“Matthew!!” You shout as you finish washing your hands. “Matthew?” You call again. “Seriously?” Growling lowly you reach for the handle, feeling your back tense on the spot. “Ignoring me just because I said I wanted to –”

Opening the door you’re shocked to see not Matthew, but Jeno walking to the bathroom door. His eyes wide like he’s seen a ghost, you know that you’re mirroring his expression. Looking around you see no sign of your husband at all.

“He’s already gone,” Jeno whispers.

Jaw clenching tightly you nod. “I see.”

Coming to your side Jeno wraps his arm around your waist. “How’s your back this morning?”

“It’s really stiff. It feels worse than yesterday.” You answer quickly not in the best of moods to talk.

How could Matthew leave you without saying that he loved you? How could he leave without telling you that he was actually leaving and Jeno was here? Was what you said so offensive to deserve this? You were being open and honest how you should be in a relationship. Expressing what is making you unhappy and hoping that there is a solution somewhere! No. Not with Matthew. It’s his way or no way.

Taking you back into the spare bedroom, Jeno helps you clamber back into bed. Sighing the moment your back hits the soft pillows the slight aggravation you felt from being ditched by your husband slowly leaving you.

“He didn’t tell you he left and I was here, did he?” Jeno raises a brow looking at you.

“No he didn’t. Which is why I was calling for him to help me instead of you.”

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” He asks taking a seat at the bottom of your bed.

“No. I expressed a feeling and he didn’t like it.”

“I see…”

Staring down at the man sitting at the edge of your bed, his butt barely making contact with the edge itself you curse yourself. What’s going on between Matthew and yourself has nothing to do with Jeno. Taking any bit of anger that you have for Matthew out on him isn’t right. He’s done nothing to you to warrant such short cold responses. Hell, he’s being kind enough to take care of you while your husband is away.

Closing your eyes you inhale deeply before slowly exhaling. “So, why didn’t you go after the girl?” You ask him bringing up his confession yesterday.

Not looking up he shows the tiniest smirk before his eyes drop to his hands in his lap. “Her heart wasn’t open to me at all. Kind of shocking since she was in a shitty marriage.”

“Shitty marriage, huh? What happened with her?”

“Husband wasn’t doing what he was supposed to be doing. Pissed me off to see someone as beautiful as her being used more as a trophy wife for him to flaunt around then treating her like she deserved to be treated.”

“And how did she deserve to be treated?”

“Like the queen she truly is. He should have fucked her good and proper.”

Laughing internally you knew exactly who he was talking about yesterday. After a long conversation with Roz before you went to sleep last night, you found out that Jeno never had a long standing relationship. Short flings here and there – according to her aunt, that is, but no one that lasted – his main focus being on his athletics.

Then there was the mere fact of the kiss yesterday. A kiss that transcended into your dreams to create a whole scene of debauchery. The woman Jeno describing, the woman Jeno wanting, is you. 

“So you decided to leave her?”

Leaning back on his hands he finally looks your way. A soft gaze on his face as he scans over you. “I couldn’t leave her even if I wanted to. But, I’m not exactly the person she should be looking for anyway.”

“Why is that?”

“I spoke to her as if I knew her. All I heard about her was hearsay. I never truly got to know her and when I finally met her I realized I knew absolutely nothing about her. And yet,” he smiles coyly. “I found myself becoming more attracted to her as the moments with her passed. I wanted to know more about her. Then when she called me cute, well I knew I was fucked. So, I ran away before I messed things up. Not exactly the kind of guy she needs right now. She’s already dealing with one who avoids problems.”

Gulping, you slide down in bed unsure of how you’re feeling. A confession towards you in the third person is not what you were expecting when you opened this can of worms. Wanting to find some levity and let him know you weren’t mad at him, but merely mad about Matthew leaving – you’re finding it increasingly hard not to rush over and press your lips to his. Whether the action is right or wrong doesn’t matter to you right now.

“A-And now?”

“Honestly?” He asks you to which you nod. “I’m finding it hard to not kiss her. You see,” he laughs. “I somehow ended up getting wrapped into working for her and her husband. So now there’s a conflict of interest. Well, there was already one, but now…I might as well call myself a fool for even thinking about kissing her.” 

“Wow…that sucks…”

Your eyes roam over his form. His hair styled like it was the first day you met. Gelled and brushed back to reveal how good looking he is, but still some tendrils of hair falling over his forehead. The shaved sides making him look dangerous and inviting. Though he doesn’t sport the loose skull sleeveless shirt his white t-shirt clings to him perfectly. His arms bulging as he continues to put his weight on them. Veins on full display you follow them as they travel up his arm. Everything about him is so tempting. From the way he smelled as he helped you get into bed – a fresh out of the shower scent, with just a hint of cologne. To the curl of his lips when he’s trying to hold back a smile. Everything is pulling you in and this is bad.

“Just so we’re clear,” he starts again. “I would never do anything that you weren’t comfortable with. What happened yesterday,” he sighs. “I need to apologize. I shouldn’t have done that without your consent.”

“Jeno,” you hold out your hand. Seeing your open gesture he moves from the bottom of the bed to next to you, taking your hand in his. “I’m happy that you’re able to be open with me about how you feel. You seriously have no idea how refreshing that is.”

“I just don’t want to say anything to ruin our friendship…”

Debating your next move over in your head you decide that a little fun is needed. Smirking, you pull your hand from his alarming him. “Friendship?” You ask him. “What friendship?”

“E-Eh?” His eyes scan your face quickly. “I-I thought we were friends…” he whispers.

Taking a second to think your brow raises, “a friend is someone you know very well, are they not? We’ve just met. I’d hardly call us friends. More like acquaintances.” With a cheeky gaze you lean into him. “I know nothing about you.”

“What do you want to know?” He asks.

Licking your lips you pull him close to you so you don’t further injure yourself. Pressing your lips against his ear you ask him something that you’re sure as hell he wouldn’t expect.

“How long did it take for you to notice the tent in your pants yesterday?”

“J-Jeno!” You shout as he gets up heading out the door. “Jeno!! Come on!!!” You whine. “It was a joke!”

Just like Matthew he doesn’t spare you a second glance as he disappears. Crossing your arms you settle further into the bed pouting. It was just a joke, well…not really, but still. Waiting for him to quickly turn around the corner to give you a look that says ‘try that again and see what happens!’ you’re left baffled when sounds come from underneath you, in the kitchen.

And that’s when it hits you like a ton of bricks. A loud growl erupts in your stomach. The jackass never left you anything to eat! Salivating you wiggle with glee at the prospect of what Jeno will bring up for you!

Ten minutes pass when you hear him climbing up the stairs. A small clanking ringing out into the hall as he turns the corner. In his hands a tray of food fit for a queen with a glass of orange juice appears before you. Licking your lips you watch him like a hawk as he takes a seat next to you. Eggs, bacon, and toast oh my! Already drooling your mouth opens as he picks up a piece of toast, but instantly closes when he chomps down.

‘EHHHHHHHHH?????!!!!!!!!’

“Something wrong?” He asks taking another bite of the toast.

Turning away from him a deep pout on your face you scoff. “Nope, nothing.”

“Then why do you look upset?”

“Who’s upset?”

“You are obviously. Oh, wait…” he starts laughing gaining your attention. “Did you think this was for you?”

Turning away from him again, heat floods your cheeks. “N-NO!!!!”

Of course you thought the food was for you. It’s your house, your kitchen, your food! Surely he had eaten before he came over…

Feeling something poking at the corner of your mouth you turn slightly to see a spoonful of eggs pressing against your lips. Giving Jeno a quick once over he smiles and nods. Cautiously, you take a bite and he scoops up some more holding up the spoon to your lips again.

“I was just kidding,” he snickers. “Matthew told me he didn’t have time to make you breakfast and you’d probably be hungry.”

Taking another bite you hum happily. “Thank heavens. I was worried that I screwed things up between us.”

“There’s an us now? Geez when did that happen?” Shoving him he laughs and holds up another spoonful of eggs to you. “Say ahhh!”

“I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

“I was paid to take care of you.”

“I can feed myself.” You repeat.

“Just do it,” he gives you a cute pout.

“I hate you.” You mumble taking another bite.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s why you kissed me yesterday because you hate me so much,” he takes a spoonful of eggs and this time takes a bite for himself. “Want some toast?”

“Yes, please!” Without protesting this time you allow Jeno to feed you. “So, what’s on the schedule today, doc?”

“Not a doctor.”

“You’re here to heal me aren’t you?”

“Heal you? All I did yesterday was give you a back massage and then got roped into this gig.”

“Still, you’re the professional. What do you advice I do?”

“First, I’d like to know why the hell you were working yourself to the bone. Ever since Tuesday you’ve been keeping yourself extremely busy. Even working when everyone else was eating and only when people started to go back to work did you take a break.”

“I was wondering why I felt like someone was watching me! Stalker!!!”

“I was worried,” he confesses. “I thought…I wanted to talk…but…”

“I was pissed at you so you staying away was a good thing.”

“You were mad?! Wh-What did I do?”

“I don’t know maybe it was when you just ran off!” You snatch the piece of toast he was about to eat and shoved it into your mouth. 

“Well you’re the one who made me run off! What the hell was up with calling me cute?! I’m not cute!”

“Yeb uw arb!” You say still chewing your food.

“Was I supposed to understand that?” He chuckles. “I’ve never been called cute. Well, not since I was a kid. It was weird.”

Swallowing you grab the orange juice taking a swig. “But you are cute.”

“I don’t see it. I’ve been trying to show off a manlier side since I started getting into sports.”

“And athletes can’t be cute? Look, you can simultaneously be manly and cute at the same time and at individual times. When you smile you’re cute. You remind me of a puppy with its tail wagging and ears perked up. It just makes a person want to reach out and pat you on the head.” You give his hair a good ruffle. “When you’re focused on a task that is when you give off a manlier appeal.”

“And when you were kissing me?” Quickly you shove a spoonful of eggs into your mouth and take a huge bite from the other piece of toast lying next to your plate of eggs. “Really?!” He laughs.

Stretching out onto the bed you wince when a particular wiggle sends a sharp pain down your spine. Fixing the blankets that you scrunched up, Jeno climbs on top of you. Having lifted up your shirt a soft gasp comes from you when his chilly fingers start to rub over your lower back.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

“Trust me you’ll know if you’re hurting me.”

“And how will I know?” He teases.

“I’ll scream murderer at the top of my lungs,” you relax into his soothing touch.

“You really are tense. Were you tossing in your sleep?”

“Apparently I was. Granted I don’t usually sleep on my back. I’m more of a side sleeper so it took a while to get comfortable.”

“Make sure to tell Matthew how to position your pillows so you’re as comfortable as possible. If you keep sleeping like you did last night you’re going to be stuck in this bed for a little longer.”

“Ugh, please don’t mention him right now. I still can’t believe he left without tell me goodbye or that he loved me.”

“What happened before I showed up?”

“I know what I said was a little mean but I was trying to be honest with him. I just don’t understand why he can’t perform, you know? He says he thinks he’s stressed but I don’t understand the difference between now and before. Yes, this project we’re all working on has been more laborious than usual but we’ve dealt with this stuff in the past. So, I basically said I was two seconds from getting a vibrator to at least use for the in between moments.”

Jeno’s hands pause on your back making you glance over your shoulder. Clenching his lips tightly together you see him trying to hold back his laughter. “I mean…” he snickers. “I’d be pissed too but it’s kind of funny since it’s not me in the situation.”

“I guess it’s the equivalent to a guy wanting a flesh light instead of using your pussy…” you mumble planting your face into the covers.

“What brought this conversation on? You’re literally in so much pain right now. As your doctor I don’t recommend any sexual activity. Well, at least not without a professional on standby.”

“You’re not a doctor!”

Pressing down on your lower back harder you cry out in pain but it quickly switches to relief. “Don’t disrespect the person working the kinks in your back out. I could do some serious damage if I wanted to.”

“It was a dream I had.”

You feel him leaning forward, his presence hovering over you like a predator about to land the final blow to its prey. “A wet dream, huh?”

“It was more like a fevered dream.” You correct him.

“Fevered dream?” Jeno asks sliding his palms up your back. “Do I even want to ask?”

“Well I’m not exactly getting it while I’m awake so I guess my brain was like ‘let’s torture this bitch some more.’ Then I wake up to the person who’s responsible for me not getting anything being super sweet and caring, like his jackass self didn’t ignore me for like four days because I wanted to blow him!” You growl lowly.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” Jeno stops massaging your back the moment your back starts to feel better. “What the hell is going on between the two of you?”

“Ask him!”

Suddenly an idea pops into your head. Turning back you glance over your shoulder a mischievous smirk coming to your face.

“Whatever you’re thinking stop!” Jeno warns. “No good ever comes from a face like that.”

“You’re both guys. Bros, homies…dudes… you can ask him what his deal is and maybe he’ll talk to you. Maybe it’s man problem.”

With the most unamused face Jeno rolls off of you and onto his back next to you. “I don’t want to know about your husbands performance issues.”

“Please Jeno!! I’m desperate here!” Doing your best not to hurt yourself more you roll onto your side wincing the whole time. “Why won’t you talk to him for me?”

“One, I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me. Exactly how am I supposed to bring up the topic of your sex life into normal conversation? Two, I really don’t care what his problem is. Like I said yesterday if you’re not happy leave.”

Dreading to hear the third reason you close your eyes ready to be dealt the final blow. “And three?”

Jeno doesn’t respond at all. The room becoming eerily quiet. Instead of saying what you only assumed was going to be the third reason — the bed moves under you, a hand wrapping around your waist. Your eyes spring open and the moment you open your mouth to speak Jeno leans into you placing a gentle kiss to your lips. He doesn’t hover for long but the look in his eyes says it all. You are the third reason.

“I feel like a shitty person for kissing you yesterday.” He confesses. “It was impulsive and not something I do often. I don’t know what I’m becoming being around you. I barely know you and yet I want to touch you,” he slides his hand from your waist to your back pulling you forward to lean on him. “I want to kiss you,” his lips press a single kiss to your nose making you crack a smile.

“There’s just something about you that keeps pulling me in. When Roz showed me your picture years ago I thought you were beautiful. Even back then you had this air about you that made me wish to come here and meet you. Then all the stories she told me about the two of you made it clear that before I died I needed to see you in person at least once.”

“Jeno…”

No one has expressed such longing for you ever! Not even Matthew has expressed how much he longs for your touch, your kiss, for you. To hear this from a stranger, well…to hear this from Jeno — your heart skips a beat as his words swirl around your head…it makes you feel special.

That you’re someone worthy of love. To be seen as someone who in their eyes is perfect. This feeling you haven’t felt in such a long time.

“And what did you think after you met me?”

“I still can’t believe we had one of those romance movie run-ins. I mean how cliché is it that we literally bumped into each?” He rubs his hand up and down your back. “It felt surreal. There you were standing in front of me and you welcomed me into your life, into your world so easily. It was amazing.”

“A friend or family member of Roz’s is a friend or family member to me.”

Leaning in, you hover over Jeno’s lips before deterring to his cheek. Giving him a small kiss you hide your face shyly in the crook of his neck. Normally you aren’t like this. It’s you who makes men act like this. You who has them stumbling over their feet with your advances, but with Jeno — with the way he confessed to you just now…it makes you warm and tingly inside. It’s different.

“I want to help you, I really do, but I don’t want to ask your husband why he isn’t satisfying you. Honestly,” he strokes your hair making you glance at him. Your face burning from the tension building between the two of you. “I’d rather be the person helping you while he figures things out on his own.”

“Wh-What?!” You sit up to look at him properly.

“What I said yesterday is true. When you told me everything that’s been going on about you and Matthew and when you asked me about how I would feel about someone who cheats, it occurred to me that the reason I wouldn’t care or I would have sympathy is because it’s you. Because I want to be the person you’re relying on. Who you’re depending on.

“Even if that means I can only kiss you,” he lifts himself up planting a kiss on your lips. “Or touch you,” he pushes lightly on your shoulder and you find yourself moving onto your back. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“But why?”

This is wrong. Jeno shouldn’t put himself in this position at all. No matter how annoyed you are with Matthew. No matter how much you want to strangle him until he tells you exactly what is going on with him, in your heart of hearts you will never leave him. At the end of the day the person who will be in pain is Jeno.

Giving a slight shrug of his shoulders he climbs on top of you straddling your legs. “I’ve never felt this way before so I’m not quite sure myself.”

“I’ll never leave him,” you quickly state as Jeno lowers himself to you.

“Figured that much when you said you wouldn’t leave this town despite how unhappy you are living here.”

“And you’re willing to put your heart on the line for what? Getting off a housewife?”

Smirking, Jeno licks his lips ever so slowly. His eyes not leaving yours for a second before he gnaws at his bottom lip. “Sounds kind of fun when you put it that way.”

“Jeno be serious!”

“I am.” The smirk he just wore quickly disappears. “Even if the only purpose I have in your life is to and I use your words, ‘fuck you into the mattress.’ I’ll be happy with that.”

Cursing on the inside you try to stop your core from clenching around absolutely nothing! Just the thought of this man being inside you is making you react. The idea of him wanting to please you, and be of service to you is far more appealing than you care to admit. A man whose sole purpose is devoted to fucking your brains out. A man that wants to bring you as much pleasure as you and your body deserves and craves.

But this isn’t right. Having someone act as your personal friend with benefits while you’re a married woman is wrong on so many levels. Matthew is a loving husband, when he’s not being a dick. And Jeno, he’s far too sweet and kind; hurting him is the last thing you want to do. No! This can’t happen! You won’t let it happen! Even if that means being celibate for the rest of your life! Hurting people is not what you want your life to entail.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me too, but if I’m being honest,” he lowers his hips to yours. Your eyes widen quickly as your body engulfs in fiery tornado of desire. “I would really like to give you a proper fucking before your husband comes home.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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[selenityshiroi]

FFXVI 13 hours in:

My answer to Clive having an angst attack is to make him pet the dog after because he obviously needs the free serotonin

I also get free serotonin from petting the dog so win win

Lady Hanna MVP. She gave me new drip.

I'm assuming (as I have done since awkward teenage 'not sure if I should hug her to warm her' moment) that Clive and Jill are intended. They aren't being TOO subtle about it but it's got that typical 'chaste but yearning' thing FF tends to do in their main pairings.

Which is hilarious because this game has also given us three scenes where people had extremely unchaste intentions and also naked Clive scene so the whole typical FF romance seems both wildly out of sync with the rest of the games tone but also quite charming BECAUSE it's against the rest of the game's tone.

Margrace=Joshua seems confirmed with the hood of the cloak coming down so called it (unless it's a deliberate red herring but doubtful...which I am very grateful for because one less guilt on Clive's shoulders eventually)

I am loving this game but SE level design is still prominently their weakness

And on that note: EVERYONE PRAISING THIS GAME WHO BLASTS FFXIII FOR BEING A CORRIDOR SIMULATOR OWES FFXIII AN APOLOGY. The only difference is a) you can actually go back to the corridors in this game and b) XIII at least had actual items at the end of their corridors and not just crafting materials and 5 gil

Combat is still surprising possible for someone like me who doesn't play many action RPGs. I've died and few times but the single reset with full potions has gotten me through each bit of content I struggled with (three times, I think?)

The only 'assist' accessory I'm using is pet assist. Because otherwise I will 100% forget to tell Torgal what to do. Otherwise I'm on action mode still

The times when I've managed parrys and precision dodge/counters make me think I'm actually good at video games lol but mostly it's probably luck as I spam combos and dodges

But it's getting me through

But, seriously, this game is the baby of FFXIII Trilogy and FFXIV so it's hilarious to me that this is getting so much love when XIII trilogy gets so much hate

The combat is basically LR combat. Right down to Eikons being paradigm shifts. The level design is pretty much the same as XIII but with the freedom to go back on yourself (so...like XIII-2). The UI and quest system is all FFXIV. The Active Lore is the XIII data log but presented easier. Staggering obviously started with XIII and had been a staple since.

And the plot...oh boy is there a nice sprinkling of XIII plot dressed up in XIV medieval fantasy dressing. It's still its own thing but this is clearly CLEARLY more XIII/XIV spiritual successor than anything else in the series

Again...as a FFXIII fan I'm super amused by this because, again, XIII is hated so much but there is so much praise for this and its not actually all that different! It's just tidier and adjusted to fix a few errors of the past which is pretty typical from a progression point.

The beginning was super cutscene heavy and then everything up until getting Jill to join us was very 'story/cutscene heavy broken up by minor fetch quests and take down a small batch of monsters'. It's only really opened up now Jill is here and we actually are out in the world on a mission.

Since I AM only 13 hours in I assume I'm still quite early in the game, though. So I'm assuming this sort of exploration is going to be more the standard going forward.

So, yeah, for all my 'I'm not sure if I'll enjoy the gameplay or the grimdark 'appeal to Western Audiences' bullshit that doesn't actually appeal to me in general' concerns, I'm enjoying the gameplay and the grimdark story is not as grimdark as I expected

Clive, in particular, pleasantly surprised me because he isn't a typical gruff angst machine as some of the promotional images implied

He's still kind and polite and careful with people and has a lot of compassion (which is also why he's hurt by what happened and is dwelling on it) but he's also letting himself be driven forward into looking for answers instead of JUST dwelling on it

Him taking plates around the Inn for people doesn't feel out of place because he does indeed seem like the good sort of boy who will just help out because he's been asked

So, yeah, much more my sort of character!

(Also if anyone wants to tell me 'but XIII was actually just a bad game' then don't. Because it isn't. It had a bad start (where you weren't even introduced to the actual battle system until like 3 hours in) and it required you to actually pay attention to the people around you and the things you heard and read in order to understand the plot fully. Which was novel at the time and is now kind of expected. THIS GAME even does it (no way would you understand half the background of the nations without the datalog active time lore). There is a reason a lot of people replay XIII nowadays and go 'wait...it's actually a pretty good game'...seriously, there are a crapload of people who replayed during the pandemic or when it went on sale on steam who are like 'why is this so hated???'.)

[hephaestuscrew]

I just read this poem by Rick Barot and I want to make Wooden Overcoats fans read these lines:

I know the difference doesn’t matter, except in poetry, where a coffin is just another coffin until someone at a funeral calls it a wooden overcoat, an image so heavy and warm at the same time that you forget it’s about death.

[me-uglypretty]

Kiss me before you go

Pairing: Peggy Carter x F!Reader

Summary: During her final days, Peggy recounts the remaining memories residing in her mind and in her heart of her first true love.

Warning: 18+ (General), mention of smut, death, angst and fluff

Word count: 2940

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In pity and trembling of old age—Peggy Carter waits for the cold of which promised to engulf her flesh of winter’s crisp and colours fade into its grey shade, body to waste beneath dirt and soul to keep away from the earth’s core. Time was slowly approaching for years, falling so carefully above her heavy head as she clutches the baby blue blanket around her frail body. It’s coming at a slow pace that she forgets from time to time of life as it wasn’t the same as before.

The chasing feeling wakes like floating at the rims of her scalding hot coffee and vapours of cloudy white puffing at her face. A bitter taste equips on her tongue and the walls of her mouth. Surely, a reflection surfaces on the dark liquid. Sweet smile dissolving what bitter that tried invading her mouth, heart and soul.

Said of something known as stories told in books and films that barely reach some, and still selling to thousands as nothing else—but a fairy tale. The throbbing pain nestles in her chest. Almost vanishing by seconds when she lies on her bed as the remaining of her douse her clean.

“If you stare any longer, you might scare them away,” she jested with a pointed look towards the men lost in layers of work and nervously picking at their ties as their eyes sneaking glances at the director’s office.

Peggy shakes her head with an avoidable smile on her face, “I’ll have you know that I am not staring.”

“Oh right, you’re daydreaming about me.”

The response met with Peggy nodding her head, mindlessly agreeing—then her eyebrows furrowed, frowning lightly and meeting the gaze of someone so bold with their words. A young woman like she was, climbing the ladders created for men and fighting the battle for a country barely sparing a confident glance her way. What they see as an image of weakness, Peggy saw a reflection of herself when she was in her twenties. A woman in a field made for men.

“Y/n, you can’t— you can’t say things like that here,” she countered back, eyes dating from the wide windows of her office then the woman standing by the door with her arms crossed and a teasing smile plastered on her face.

Peggy calmly stands from her chair, taking steady steps towards the windows and carefully turned the blinds over, shielding her office from prying eyes. A snort was heard from her side and with it, the glint of mischief in those eyes that made her lips curves of a broad smile and warm invading her insides.

Y/n takes a step closer, not paying regards to professional distance, “So…what can I say Agent Carter?” she husked as hands firmly rest on Peggy’s waist and carefully pulling her closer. “Tell me what to say,” she whispered and leans her face closer.

“Agent…” Peggy warned while her voice wavers, betraying her attempt of superiority.

It takes seconds for the softest lips to meets her cheek, trailing down to her jaw and eagerness were her hands that swiftly clutches the younger woman’s arms. There’s a longing feeling awakening its sound in her chest, corrupting her mind by the burning touch and pleasurable sounds that leaves one mouth—it’s her.

The young woman grasping her soul by her own bare hand, confident and delicate. Falling apart in her hold for nights unknown, caressing her skin like painting art that she forgets of those outside their world and their obvious presence in the small office.

Just as her eyes shut closed, deliriously caving into the sleek touch of—

“Sorry, my boss says I gotta get back to work!” Y/n immediately jumped back, coyly pointing her thumb towards the door.

Peggy’s face dropped of shock as the warmth inside were now replaced by chills running down her spin. Her irritation blooms by laughter meeting her ears, and soon, she slaps the woman’s arm from finding the exchange funny.

“You are such a tease!” she exclaimed, her accent thicker by sudden snatched of pleasure.

“Me? A tease? Never.”

Nevertheless, they smiled at the epiphany like moment shared. Their eyes fazing into each other, glazing of something pure and innocence as when their hands intertwine. Mumbles of conversations, the rustling sound of papers, scratches of pen and pencils against paper, men trudging around the office and all which cease to exist. Not when they were too immerse in their own world.

“Kiss me before you go?” Peggy requested, puckering her lips and with that, all form of authority falls gracefully by the giddy expression on her face.

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around broad shoulder, “I don’t know…my boss might not like it.”

Peggy huffed, and makes a move to push the body flushed against her away, but abruptly gasped when soft lips meets hers and her eyes shut closed, relishing the touch of their lips. Flashes of colours explodes behind her eyelids. Sweet and gentle, soothing her head of worry, and easing her chest into their reckless endeavours.

Instantly, she felt coldness on her lips that once basked in warmth. Peggy’s eyes flutter open, catching soft eyes staring adoringly into hers—and there’s a loud beat in her chest that rings it’s echoes in her ears. Breathless for the mere seconds, almost dropping on her knees when she realises the reasons behind the heavy throbbing in her chest.

“Still taking me out for dinner?” Y/n questioned, the slight insecurity in her tone deceives the boldness presented before.

Her response follows by firmly grasping Y/n’s face in her hands, “Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she promised as her heart settles with its own promise, because you come first always, my love.

Peggy was chasing after her career, floating by its steely success and bruising her knees by the sheer glance of a young woman sauntering into the office. Y/n wasn’t from her rank or held the similar years of experience—but she swore to protect her by the trance of eyes swirling in each other’s colours, when limps were tangled in bed, and whispers of sweet words made her feel lighter than ever before. Bright smiles and even lighter eyes that she promised to never allow it’s light to fade. A promise sealed with a shy kiss on her cheek then another press on her lips and eventually, tugging the younger woman into her arms.

To her at least, Y/n was an image of perfection. Her own dedication and efforts sharing its reminder of her friend, Steve Rogers. But a vast different from the two. She admitted the thrilling moments spend with Steve and sheer the mention of him sends waves of emotions threatening to erupt from her chest, leaving her a crying mess.

But the hike of her beating heart by the seconds of images flashing in her head, consuming her mind and falling by the name of one person, Y/n. The drowsy feeling when fingers clasps around her own, the sweet words that left her teeth aching for more, whispers of words that left her mouth gape and sounds escaping so easily, so sinfully too.

When the whispers of her first love falls to her ears—god, they were sweet as flowers blooming in the summer. Where the sun blaze it’s light across the sky of day, sea crashing against shore of blue and foamy white, the birds singing it’s tune beneath leaves of green, the beauty of life breathe into her lungs of laughter and easing her chest of sounds from the younger woman’s mouth.

The noise of little groans and moans, what sounds were forgotten as sneeze and hums, it resides deep in her heart and alive as wild as it sounds. It wasn’t a passing infatuation. But the throbbing does ease by the seconds if her mind allows her the fleeting moment to remember her, Y/n.

“I hear you singing, you know?” Peggy causally mentioned, her back leaning against the bed’s headboard while her hand held the multi coloured quilt against her bare chest.

Across the room, Y/n ‘s body free and the process of pouring their tea stopped. There’s a soft sound of deep breaths before her body turns around to meet Peggy’s harmless gaze, seemingly unable to focus on her eyes as brown eyes trails discreetly on the violet coloured rope hanging loosely around Y/n’s frame. Untied and unbothered, glimpse of skin peers cheekily beneath the silk rope.

“My eyes are here,” Y/n nonchalantly lifted her hand then pointing towards her face and a bashful smile flushed on Peggy’s face from her shameless gawking.

There’s a hum of response between Y/n padding across the wooden floor towards the bed while pulling the slippery silk from falling and Peggy’s eyes focused on the younger woman’s alluring steps. She stands at the end of the bed with her knees touching the mattress. Peggy’s lips curves into a smirk, her hand drops its attempt of covering her chest.

Seconds pass of eyes drinking the risky display of bodies, then the creaking from the bed when Y/n finally climbs into temptation—and the squishy sound of wet mouth meeting in a sloppy kiss, the scratches of sharp nails at the hollow of her throat where a moan escapes, and Y/n hungrily submitting her body into Peggy’s hold.

The touch proceeds without caution, whiff of arouse thickening in the air, their skins glistering of sweat—and Peggy stopped, her hands wrapped firmly on Y/n arms as the sound of disapproval leaves the woman straddling her.

“Sing for me?” Peggy requested, and her eyes shut closed immediately when teeth sinks deep into the crook of her neck. “Please,” she moaned, fingers tangling in Y/n hairs and pushing her head deeper as she allows herself to sink into the pulsing in her core before pulling her head away for their gaze to align.

A sigh leaves Y/n mouth as her eyes falls into the depth of brown pools, “Only for you, Peggy.”

The younger woman was absolutely smitten, requests from Peggy were accepted without hesitation. And she knows of the compelling smiles that makes her own wider.

Y/n retrieves the instrument from beneath her bed, hidden at the far end and sacred to her heart—Peggy remembered how her heart fluttered by the mention of her favourite songs, the instrument that never met her parents gaze, stories unfold of both sweet and bitter—and instrument was similar to a guitar, but much smaller in size. An exhausted ukulele from it’s years of use.

“I’m not that good,” she mumbled, eyeing the instrument in her hand as the other glides across the strings of her rope. Seemingly pulling the material closer to her body and legs crossing together at the edge of the bed.

A hand halted the timid movement of hers and she lifted her head, peering from her eyelashes as Peggy flashes a toothy grin. Vulnerability surfaces in her eyes—their eyes fuelling of an extreme life pulling at every end of good and bad, the little precious moments and interest kept so close to their heart to preserve its innocence—while equally sharing the most intimate parts of them with each other.

“Leave it,” Peggy assured lowly, her hand moving to press softly on Y/n cheek, “Sing to me before you go?”  she requested lovingly.

Y/n was doubting her intentions for the few seconds of silence before fluttering her eyelashes and pushing Peggy down on the bed, carefully climbing on the older woman and she instantly felt the firm hands on her waist.

It’s new—came out as a whisper for the name of the song as she sings, but Peggy knew beneath the plucks of strings and words sounding so calm, Y/n was singing of her own feelings than of someone else. Her words resonating of love, the wisps of hair tickling Peggy’s face, something of sweet fruits and innocent eyes fuelling of love. How eyes daringly gaze from across the herd of people, never understanding a love so bold or ever experience a love as such.

“You are stunning,” Peggy confessed. I love you so much, dripping from her tongue as she witnesses the shyness that creeps on the cheeks of a woman always so confident.  Her own eyes lingering on the smile that wakes her life, then slowly falling to the valley of her breast made known by the silk rope barely shielding Y/n’s body.

Wandering eyes and wandering touch, fingers so skilfully pulls the rope down to the half of her arm. Embroidery of violets touches the pad of her fingers and she reflects on its symbol; the faithfulness of her, the delicate love that made her smile unknowingly, and modesty—the meaning loss between sleek fingers traveling between her thighs, the heaving of her chest and staring with open mouth at the sight of breast pouring out from the damn silk rope—Y/n slips her fingers into her core with such ease, forgotten songs and forgotten neighbours as sinful sounds scratches her throat.

When her eyes meet the teasing glint in Y/n’s dilated ones, she could only lunge forward and collide their lips in a needy kiss. Hands moving so briskly as they do, everything else forgotten and wasting away behind them, but their love—blooms so vividly underneath warm light, blue of sky above, stars in the sky, and all that made Peggy’s chest ache for more.

Peggy doesn’t wonder of life after death anymore. The life she had was enough, but the ones mostly basking in the moments with her—

“Y/n?” she gasped, sensing a warmth blanketing on her body and her eyes darting in the spaces of her room.

The sunlight slips between the slits of the curtain. Light casting a ray through the room and meeting at the end of her bed. She bathes in the warmth of sun invading the cold room. A smile ghosts on her lips as the creases of wrinkles from years of life widens by the growing smile.

Something pulls at her chest, throbbing by the beats of her heart and her lungs seemingly easing as she breathes the air of something—fresh and alive, far different from minutes ago. Her weakening body wakes, hands twitching as she reaches for the sun’s flare. There a serve ache in her chest that made her wince and she watch ahead of a white glow flutters by the edge of her bed.

It appears as such—a blooming flower, the colours of violet seem to blink its way into her vision, the dull room wakening by its vibrant, and there—radiant and young as ever, her true love. A smile widening on her face, eyes glint of joy she had missed for the years filled of sorrow.

“I heard you learned to cook.”

Peggy laughed, coughing as she does and the drops of tears escaping from her eyes. It’s the sound of Y/n’s voice like how she remembered, sweet and gentle, easing the throbbing in her chest that made its mark in her chest. Peggy was rendered speechless as she watches the young woman’s careful steps, the memories of their times spend together flickering before her eyes.

Y/n stands beside her bed. A frame caught her wide eyes, a family of three and the joyful smile on Peggy’s face that made hers wider while Peggy’s eyes never leaves her. Almost afraid that looking away might make her first love disappear as before, leaving her with crisps of life she didn’t understand anymore.

“They’re beautiful,” Y/n admitted, thoughtfully staring at the picture before meeting brown eyes growing duller by the second. “And you are still just as beautiful.”

Her voice shakes as she speaks, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m old, I have always been, and you— god, you deserved so much more.”

The haunting feeling engulfs her heart, sound of cries invading her mind and the blood that tainted her hand so red—she couldn’t breathe, why did it hurt so badly when she wasn’t the one bleeding to death’s tune?

“We were young, reckless, and in love. I think it was perfect, my love,” Y/n comforted her as she carefully rests her hand on the older woman’s pale face and the warmth that spreads, widens Peggy’s eyes as her own hand eagerly grasp the warm hand she missed so much.

“Kiss me before you go?” Peggy requested, almost pleading as her lips quivers and she takes a deep breath.

Y/n doesn’t hesitate.

And their lips meet.

The soaring kiss flourishes her heart of life she missed, the smiles that wakes her lips and cheeks aching as they meet, the stolen moments beneath stairwells and behind office doors, the kiss good luck before a mission, and everything—

“Take me out for dinner?” Y/n breathlessly requested.

Peggy shakily nodded her head, cheeks stained of tears and body chasing the warmth that follows her. They were meant to meet again. She knew it. Perhaps, longer than what was snatched from them. The chance to consume their love so greedily and selfishly as she takes a heavy breath, eyes boring into the ones that left her dreaming for days and nights. The same woman still young and vibrant as when she first met her, and the blinding light that never felt so good.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[dreamerstreamer]

Somewhere Only We Know

Pairing: god!Dream / DreamXD x gn!reader

Summary: [Reincarnation!AU & Dream SMP!AU] Being a god can be especially lonely—Dream knows that better than anyone. Yet somehow, you always manage to find your way back to him in every life you live. If only it didn’t hurt so much to love you.

Warnings: tw// mention of death

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: requested by the lovely 🤡 anon, who asked for a piece based on keane’s somewhere only we know! i got rather carried away when writing this, and it’s certainly quite sad, but i hope you all enjoy it! <3

Dream blinks lazily up at the fluffy clouds drifting across the cerulean sky, his emerald eyes tracing over their soft edges. He hums to himself as one of them drifts in front of the sun, the warm light suddenly leaving his face. Frowning, he sits up a little straighter, raising his arm above his head. He snaps his fingers once, and in an instant, the clouds vanish. Warmth floods his cheeks as the sun’s brilliant rays crash over him once more. He smiles, but it’s melancholic, a forlorn look passing over his face.

Just how long has he been alone like this?

Sighing, he rises to his feet, kicking at the soft dirt beneath the soles of his boots. His viridian cloak is light atop his shoulders, his wings neatly folded underneath the soft fabric. Above his head, his halos glow with a dazzling golden hue, sending beams of amber light flashing across the nearby tree trunks. Rolling his neck, he snaps his fingers again, and his wings and halos vanish in a flash. Just like that, the weight on his back dissipates, and his lips twitch. There—that’s much lighter.

His gaze flickers over to the waterfall lying just a yard away, rushing ripples of water streaming down the short cliff face and into the pool lying at its base. He crouches down next to the small pond, brushing his hand over the soft soil beneath his feet. Sparks shoot up his arm and into his fingertips, the earth suddenly bursting to life underneath his touch.

All of a sudden, a blossom sprouts from the ground, soft and pink as it unfurls its petals and soaks up the warm sunshine. Dream grins as row after row of flowers shoot up from the ground, circling around the pond and lining the trees around the clearing until suddenly, the whole space is surrounded by breathtaking blossoms. He stands back with a satisfied hum, glancing around himself with an almost nostalgic gleam in his gaze.

It’s been ages since he last returned to this little alcove in his favourite forest. He could tell no one else had stepped foot here except for him, too. After all, there was only one other person who knew about this place—the only other person in the world he knew would be able to find it in the first place.

Had it been decades or centuries since he last visited? He’s not sure anymore, but really, he’s not sure if he cares, either. There’s a reason why he doesn’t come back here very often—one that he hesitates to even think about.

It’s far too painful of a memory to relive.

“Hello?”

Dream freezes, his eyes going wide at the sound of a new voice—a familiar voice. Slowly, he turns, his lips parting in awe as he sees a figure stepping into the clearing, a mix of caution and curiosity flitting across your cheeks.

He knows that face—knows you.

His heart aches at the thought.

“Hi,” he manages after a long moment, swallowing ever so slightly.

You flash him a sheepish smile, lowering your gaze to the ground almost bashfully as you brush a stray leaf off your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I’m intruding, or anything. I was just passing by when I saw the flowers, and thought they looked really pretty, and...”

You trail off, your voice growing smaller and smaller until it fades off into silence. Dream stares at you, unmoving as his heart races a mile a minute in his chest, battering against his rib cage as your timid gaze flickers to his.

“I, um,” you squeak out, feeling the intensity of his eyes on yours. “I can go if you wa—”

“No,” Dream suddenly blurts, the word flying out of his mouth before he can stop himself. He can already feel the heat flooding his chest at the way you startle in front of him, and he sucks in a breath.

“Wait,” he says, calmer this time. “Please, I—you’re not intruding at all. You can stay.” He takes a shaky step forward, offering you a crooked yet earnest smile. “I’d love it if you stayed.”

In an instant, your face lights up, and his breath hitches in his throat at the sight. “O-Oh, thank you! It’s nice to meet you. My name’s [Y/N].”

In that moment, he could have sworn his heart stopped and would never beat, again. “What’s yours?” you ask, your eyes shining like freshly cut gemstones.

His eyes scan your face for a moment, taking in the soft panes of your cheeks and the delicate curve of your lips as your smile leaves tiny cuts in his lungs.

“Dream,” he breathes at last. “Call me Dream.”

Suddenly, your eyes curve into tiny crescent moons as you grin at him, and he feels the loneliness flowing through his veins subside the tiniest bit.

Even after all this time, he still can’t bring himself to forget your smile.

Dream hums to himself as he tosses a pebble into the pond from his spot on the fallen tree log. The stream laps at the stone once before swallowing it whole, letting it sink to the murky bottom without so much as a splash. A rustle comes from behind him, and he immediately whirls, his lips curling up into an eager smile.

“[Y/N],” he chirps, bright and keen, “welcome back.”

Your glowing face greets him in return, and he nearly combusts on the spot. He still remembers the way you had promised him you would return to see him again a week ago, when you had first stumbled upon his clearing. His head still spins at the thought, and it almost makes him forget the longing ache that sinks into his bones when his gaze lingers on you for a fraction too long.

Almost.

You wave at him as you jump over a protruding tree root, crinkles forming at the corners of your eyes. “Good morning, Dream! What are you doing here so early? The market only just opened.”

He shuffles over on the log to give you room, raising an eyebrow at you. “I could ask the same of you.”

Crouching over, you settle down onto the space next to him, not at all noticing the way he stiffens when your thigh brushes against his. “I woke up early to watch the sunrise,” you say with a half-drowsy smile.

There is a beat of silence, then Dream tilts his head at you. “The sunrise?”

You bob your head, turning to look at him. “Yeah,” you murmur wistfully, raising your arm to wave your hand up at the sky above. “I love watching all the pretty colours fill the horizon. It only lasts a few minutes, but it’s so magnificent, and I always try to watch them if I can.”

His eyes flash as he takes in your gentle expression. Then, he opens his mouth, thoughtful and slow. “Sunrises, hm? What other things do you like?”

You pause for a moment. “Other things I like?” When he nods, you hum, averting your gaze from his until you find yourself staring over at the bubbling waterfall.

“I like... I like flowers,” you begin, “but you already knew that.” He chuckles at the hint of a smile that dusts your face before you continue. “I like exploring the market every Saturday, too. They always have something new to find.”

Suddenly, your eyes flicker to life, glittering with excitement. “Oh, I also like stargazing! It’s like watching the universe paint a picture with little crystals every night, and something about looking up at the sky makes me feel so small, and I... I...” You gesture vaguely, a frustrated noise escaping your throat. “I don’t know. I just like it.”

Dream cannot help the way his heart melts in his chest at the sound you make, a certain fondness seeping into his soul. You were always so endearing—always, always, always.

“What about you, Dream?” you say suddenly, looking at him curiously. “What things do you like?”

Dream blinks at you—once, twice. Suddenly, his mind is flooded with image after image, memory after memory.

He thinks of the millennia he has lived through, the cities he has watched rise and fall. He thinks of the countless distances he has wandered, travelling far and wide with a heavy loneliness hanging in his barren heart. He thinks of soft kisses pressed to calloused fingertips and fluttering eyelids.

Then, he looks at you, with your enraptured eyes and your glorious grin.

“You,” he says, sincerity gracing his every word. “I like spending time with you.”

He watches as you stammer in reply, your eyes going wide as you gape at him in a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. He laughs at you, and his heart swells in his chest.

He’s missed you—more than you would ever know.

“Say, Dream, have you ever seen the ocean?”

The sun glares harshly into your eyes from where you lie on the earth, staring up at the cobalt sky, but Dream hardly notices—his eyes are too focused on you. “I have,” he murmurs as his gaze traces over the bridge of your nose in wonder. He’s seen more of the world than he would like to admit. After all, he was the one who created it in the first place. But to you, he’s just a simple traveler with a penchant for waterfalls.

Before he can even register it, you’ve bolted upright, bending over him with an excited shout. “Really?! What’s it like?”

He jolts at the sudden movement, all too keenly aware of how close your face is to his before his shuffles into a sitting position, resting his chin on his hand. “Well,” he begins, “it’s really big. So big that you can’t see the shore on the other side no matter how hard you try. It’s blue as far as the eye can see, and the breeze kind of tastes salty if you open your mouth.”

He catches a flash of your awed expression as he waves his arm in front of him to illustrate the vast size of the ocean. “The water,” he continues, envisioning the waves as they crash onto the sand, “is nice and cold, and if you swim deep enough, you might find fish and coral. It’s relaxing to watch the tide come up into the beach. Sometimes, shells wash up onto the shore, too. You can keep those as little souvenirs.”

For a moment, you are silent as you simply stare at him, something swirling deep within your gaze. “Wow,” you say at last, sounding completely breathless. “That sounds beautiful.” You stretch your legs out in front of you, your fingers curling into the grass spread beneath your palms. “My best friend says there’s mermaids in the ocean.” You scrunch your nose. “I don’t know if I believe him, though.”

Something dark ripples through Dream, and the tiniest of frowns passes over his face. “Your best friend?” he parrots.

You nod. “Yeah—his name’s Karl. He’s really nice and likes to goof off a lot. He’s also a really good storyteller!” You look at him then, fondly and with such a kind look it almost knocks Dream right over. “I think you might like his stories.”

His lips quirk up into a coy smile, and he leans ever so slightly forward. “Would I, now?” he croons, a teasing lilt tinting his tone. “What kind of stories does he like to tell?”

You clasp your hands together, excitement brimming in your face. “Oh, wonderful ones! There’s the one about the sleepy fox, the one about the pig who could not be killed, and the one about how we all face reincarnation after death, but my favourite,” you murmur, “is about the creation of the world.”

Dream goes still at that, his smile faltering for a split second. “How does that one go?” he asks softly.

You scoot the tiniest bit closer to his side, your gaze lowering ever so slightly. “Once upon a time,” you start, your voice as smooth as velvet, “a god descended from the heavens and carved the world into the shape it is today.” You traced your finger along the soft dirt. “He made valleys and hills, oceans and rivers, decorating the land with flowers and trees. The world he made was beautiful, but it was lonely, so he filled it with people to keep him company. He was so full of joy to have friends, until one day, he fell in love.”

Your demeanour, which had been cheerful up until this point, suddenly shifted, darkening as you let out a sigh. “He fell in love so quickly and so deeply that he was blind to the nature of his own creations, as they had a mortal lifespan, unlike him. When his lover died, a part of his soul died with them. He vanished after that, never to be seen again.” You curl your knees to your chest, resting your head upon them. “Some people say he wanders the world, mourning for all of eternity. Others say he died of heartbreak. Even fewer believe that his lover lives on and he loves them still, although they’re not entirely sure. Either way, he has yet to appear, and humanity quietly awaits for his return.”

Dream is silent beside you, his lips pressed into a thin line as his chest rises and falls with the timing of his breaths. “Why is that story your favourite?” he finally asks.

You lift your head, surprise shooting across your face. “I’m not sure,” you say softly, pondering for a moment. “I just think he sounds so... sad. It’s a tragedy, what happened to him. He only wanted to not be alone anymore.” Your voice drops even lower. “He only ever wanted to love someone.”

An ache suddenly expands within his gut, digging into his sides of his skull with such ferocity he fears he may never escape it. That same, fleeting sense of solitude slinks around his lungs, squeezing and squeezing until your eyes lock into his, and they halt.

“Do you think that he lives on?” you whisper, your gaze searching his. “That he might have found someone else to keep him company, despite his sadness?”

You pause, something like hope sparking within your eyes. “Do you think... he ever loved again?”

Dream stares at you, and stares at you, and stares at you. Your lips are right there, are so dreadfully close to him as he looks at you, feeling the blood pound through his ears as the pain in his heart begins to lift. It rises higher and higher within him before sliding off his shoulders entirely, leaving nothing behind but tender affection and warmth—a warmth he had been yearning for for so, so long.

He smiles at you then, and for once, this one is real.

“Something tells me he did.”

Dream stretches his wings out behind him with a quiet groan, feeling the cool air ruffle his ivory white feathers. His cloak sits on the ground next to him while his golden halos spin rapidly atop his head from where they float, glowing faintly in the fading evening light. After a moment, he lets his wings fold back up against his back, lowering his arms with a sharp exhale. In the distance, he catches a glimpse of the setting sun just before it dips below the horizon, shrouding the world in darkness. With a bored look, he picks at his nail, curling his toes in his shoes.

He’s already waved you off and watched as you wove your way out of the clearing and between the forest’s tangled trees back to your village. Now, he has nothing left to do but wait for your return the next day, his throat aching for your arrival with every passing second.

How far I have fallen, he thinks distantly to himself, to be reduced to nothing more than a helpless admirer for a human.

A moment passes, and his heart sighs.

A lovely human, at that.

All of a sudden, he hears a stick snap behind him, and Dream immediately snaps his fingers, his wings and halos disappearing in a flash, almost as if they had never existed to begin with. Whipping around on his heel, he narrows his eyes at the clearing entrance, jaw clenched in preparation. His shoulders are raised at his side, tense with anticipation when just then...

...you stumble out of the forest, tears streaking down your face.

Dream’s shoulders fall in an instant.

“Dream,” you choke out, your voice cracking sharply.

You don’t even get the chance to open your mouth again before he’s standing in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders as gently as he can manage. His eyes scan your face as his stomach churns with agony at the despair painted onto your features. “[Y/N],” he murmurs softly, “what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You sniffle, lifting your head to look at him through watery eyes as you open your mouth. “Karl—he’s sick. Really sick,” you babble like a winding stream. “The doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, and he’s been coughing so badly that you can just tell he’s in pain. At this rate, I—I’m scared he’s not going to get any better. He... I’ve known him since forever, and I—”

The words die in your mouth as you cut yourself off with a broken sob, and Dream almost feels as though he’s been stabbed in the gut. He never wants to see you in pain, to see you as sad as this, and the fact that you are sobbing at all makes him want to wail himself.

Softly, he wraps his arms around you, pressing you close to your chest as he rocks you gently back and forth with your head resting on his shoulder. Your tears soak his shirt, but he doesn’t mind one bit. “Shh, [Y/N],” he coos quietly. “It’s going to be okay.”

You pull back with a wary gaze, fear etched into your features. “How do you know that?” you whisper. “What if he doesn’t get better? What then?”

Dropping one arm from behind you, Dream slips a hand into his pocket, quickly rubbing his fingers together. Just like that, cool glass that wasn’t there a moment earlier presses against the warmth of his palm, and he pulls out a vial filled with a pale, rosy liquid.

“Here,” he says, pressing the vial into your hand. “This is an antidote I’ve been...” He pauses for a split second, then fibs. “...holding onto for a while. For emergencies.” Slowly, he clasps your fingers until they’re closed around the glass top, sending you a reassuring smile. “Give this to Karl, and I promise you he’ll recover.”

You blink at him, your eyes glimmering underneath the light of the swirling stars overhead. “You swear?” you ask meekly, hope dancing along the edge of your lashes.

Dream swallows thickly and nods. “On my life.”

You inhale a deep, shuddering breath, then raise your hand to wipe at your eyes before smiling at him, warm and full of affection. “Okay,” you murmur as you step back from him. “I trust you, Dream.”

The next morning, you come tumbling into Dream’s arms with a gleeful cry, tears flowing freely down your face as you knock him to the ground. This time, they’re there for an entirely different reason as you ramble about Karl’s cleared airways when the doctor came to check on him after you fed him the antidote.

Beneath you, Dream relishes in the warmth of your body against his, praying you cannot feel the way his heart hammers against his chest.

There were not enough words in the world that he could use to describe how deep his devotion to you ran.

He fears there may never be enough.

Months pass in a blur, and Dream watches with knowing eyes as summer turns to autumn. Soon enough, snow coats the clearing although the waterfall continues to flow. No matter how harsh the weather, you stumble your way back to the forest to him, and each day, Dream feels himself sink deeper and deeper into the very essence that is you.

To think that there was once a time he never wanted to return here at all.

“Dream,” you say abruptly one day, “you know, I think you might be my favourite person in the world.”

He cocks a brow at you, his lips twitching up into a small smirk. “In the world?” he repeats. “I think Karl would be offended.”

You roll your eyes at him, but you can’t stop the smile from stretching across your face. “Maybe, but it’s the truth!” You lift a hand and begin counting off on your fingers. “You’re—you’re so nice, and passionate, and bold, and bright, and...” You pause, then chuckle almost shyly. “I could go on and on, but that’s embarrassing.”

He chuckles at your words, only growing more and more enamoured with each word that falls from your lips. “It’s not embarrassing,” he says gently. “It’s cute.”

Your shoulders suddenly stiffen, and you slowly turn your head to glance up at him. “Cute? You think I’m cute?”

He doesn’t have to think twice about his response. “Very much so. I would dare say that you are even more beautiful than you are cute.”

You whine with a pout, heat crawling up the side of your neck as you dig your thumbs into your palms. “You can’t just say things like that.”

He stares at you for a second, then he flashes you a grin that is both parts wicked and affectionate. “Maybe, but it’s the truth.”

Your mouth drops open at the way he fires your own words back at you, and you gape at him a moment before you groan, reaching over to playfully bat at his arm. “Why, you!”

He laughs at you and loves the way he can tell your heart races in your chest. He loves the way you smile despite your small shouts of frustration. He loves the way you are just so endearing to him in every which way.

He laughs at you and he loves you, hopelessly and wholly.

Dream gazes up at the orange sky with a slight frown and furrowed brows, watching as the clouds coast by overhead on a distant, northern gale. The waterfall babbles restlessly at his side, and he taps his foot against the smooth stones lining the pond with abandonment. The flowers he had once grown rake this petals over the soles of his shoes as he lets out a long sigh, anxiety slowly beginning to paw at his backside.

Are you going to show up at all today? he wonders. There are some days you don’t appear at all, typically because you had to run some errands or something of the sort, but those days are few and far between. He won’t chastise you for not seeing him, of course, but he cannot simply ignore the pang of his heart when he misses you so.

His fingers drum against the cool material clutched in his hands, and a melancholic look flits over his features. It would be a shame if you didn’t appear though, especially given what he had in mind for the day.

Right then, he hears your lovely voice call out for him. “Dream!”

His frown is immediately replaced by a smile as he whirls around to see you, his hands carefully tucked behind his back. “[Y/N],” he greets, striding up to you. “It’s good to see you.”

You’ve only just made it in front of him when he opens his mouth again, excitement filling his words to the absolute brim. “I brought you a gift.”

You blink wildly at him, pointing to yourself in surprise. “For me?”

His grin only grows wider, his heart leaping into his throat. “Of course it’s for you, silly. Who else?”

You squint for a second, then smile. “Karl?”

Dream deadpans at you, and you laugh in return, not noticing the way his eyes melt fondly at your expression. “I’m kidding,” you chide, shuffling a step closer to him. “So, what is it?”

He’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet when he finally brings his hands out from behind him, pushing them towards you. “Ta-da! Here.”

Your breath catches at the sight of his palms, and with trembling hands, you reach up to pull the curved item from his hand. “Is this... a shell?” you whisper, your eyes as wide as saucers.

He nods, his emerald eyes gleaming with pride. “A conch shell,” he says. “From the ocean.”

You sputter as you gently turn the shell over in your hands, your fingers tracing over the solid edges with nothing short of pure shock. “H-How did you even get this? The nearest ocean is at least a week’s travel on horse away!”

Dream thinks of the wings he typically had tucked on his back and how they carried him to the ocean and back in less than a few minutes, but to you, he only smiles and shrugs. “I have my ways.”

You don’t respond for a moment, then two. All of a sudden, you sniffle, and Dream is bending before you in a heartbeat, his hands reaching for yours before just stopping short. “[Y/N]?” he asks in a soothing tone. “Is something wrong?”

Your gaze is watery, but only slightly as you raise your chin to look at him, your lower lip set with determination. “Dream,” you say with a shaky breath, “I have to tell you something.” You gulp. “It’s serious.”

Immediately, Dream’s mind runs through a million and five possibilities of what you could possibly say to him, each one increasingly worse than the last. Your family is in need of funds, or you’re about to leave on a life-threatening journey. Or maybe Karl is just sick, again.

But before he can run himself into the ground with his own worries, Dream lets out a breath and tilts his head at you. “What is it?”

Your gaze falls down to your feet, and you stare at the earth for an excruciatingly long minute. Dream simply stands in front of you, patiently and earnestly waiting for your response when you suddenly open your mouth.

“I—I love you.”

Dream’s lungs feel as though they are about to collapse in his chest. “You do?”

You bite your lip, but raise your head, your shoulders trembling at your sides. “Yes,” you whisper, the syllable steeped with emotion. With one hand clasped around the conch shell, the other reaches up to rest over your chest, palm pressed flats against your left side. “My heart is yours, all of it.”

The world is a blur of colours and sounds around him, and he can feel his head spin faster and faster as a wave of memories come crashing down over him, drowning him whole. He wants to tear his hair out and scream to the heavens above until his throat is raw and he can scream no more.

You love him. You love him back, and as much as he wants to burn your words into the back of his eyelids, something else sinks its claws into his heart and tears a hole right into the flesh.

This is not the first time you have spoken these words to him. No, not at all.

He had done his best to forget them over all those years, had tried his best to outrun the anguish with every century he lived through. After all, when you live as long as he has, it is only natural for him to forget some things. Through wandering across every land he had lovingly sculpted by hand, he had hoped to erase his suffering by engulfing himself in other worldly affairs, isolating himself entirely from others.

But no amount of time could ever truly erase the memories he had of you—the first incarnation of you, from all those years ago.

He remembers how the two of you had shared your first kiss under the light of the full moon, giggling to one another as he wrapped you up in his soft feathers. He remembers the way you would hold his hand and tell him about all the things you could not wait to do with him in the very same clearing he stood in now. He remembers the way your body went limp in his own arms, coughing until your lungs could cough no more. He remembers the agony and the torment as he wasted away, too caught up in the imprint of your skin against his before you turned to dust before his very eyes.

He remembers it all, and he cannot not let himself be shattered like that, again.

“I have to go,” he whispers, jerking his arm back from yours.

You whip your head up, pain shooting across your face. “Y-You’re leaving? What?”

He takes another step back and swallows down the lump in his throat, but it tastes like acid burning his stomach. “I—I can’t stay here.”

Before he can move back again, your hand shoots out to grab at the hem of his shirt, desperation soaking into your face: “P-Please,” you plead, “you can just say you don’t love me back. My feelings for you won’t change.”

He wants to cry. No, he thinks, it’s not that. It could never be that. Not with you.

You clutch at the cloth, hoping your feelings somehow reach him through your anguished touch. “I love you, Dream,” you begin, “I really do. I love how attentive you are, how much you always seem to care. You’re always so patient with me, so kind, so generous, and it makes me melt inside. I love the way your eyes shine so brightly, and I love your little freckles. I want to count them all, and I don’t mind if that takes the rest of eternity.”

You’re almost entirely out of breath by now, and Dream’s jaw has gone slack. He can only stare at you with a look of pure conflicting despair as your eyes search his for answers he knows he cannot possibly give. “An eternity with you would be nothing,” you breathe, your voice cracking. Your grip on his shirt suddenly goes limp, and your arm falls back to your side. “Please. Stay.”

The knife in his gut only seems to twist deeper as he takes yet another step back, his cloak feeling like a boulder upon his back. “I can’t,” he chokes out. “I really can’t.”

Tears line your eyes like tiny jewels, and he wishes he could wipe them away. “Why?” you beg. “Why do you have to go?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, shaking his head. He doesn’t even know where to begin.

In front of him, a look of absolute defeat sinks into your expression, and your voice grows smaller than ever. “At least—at least tell me if I’ll ever see you again.”

Dream’s feels the back of his eyes sting, and he clenched his hands beside him. “Not in this lifetime,” he wants to say. “And hopefully not in the next, either.”

“I’m sorry, [Y/N],” he says instead.

Just like that, he watches as the light fades from your eyes, vanishing from sight as the setting sun watches on with a sad gaze. Your lower lip trembles, and before you can stop yourself, you’re crumpling to the ground in a heap and watering the earth with your tears. You clutch the conch shell to your chest and let it dig into your chest from how tightly you press it against yourself, your vision completely blurred. In front of you, Dream holds back tears of his own, forcing himself to look away from your broken figure as he walks toward the forest away from you.

Your wails follow after him even after he unfurls his wings deep in the forest and soars up into the sky, flying high above the world below as he dries his tears with the harsh wind that bites at his face.

He will not return here for a long, long time.

He doesn’t think he would even be able to bring himself to if he tried.

Dream brushes a stray leaf off his shoulder as he steps over a root, his eyes focused on the bushes before him. A bird chirps as he strolls past a tree, nestling further into its nest as he ducks under the branch. He smiles at the sight, a deep fondness seeping into his heart as he lets his hand run over the tree’s hard bark.

He recognizes this forest—these trees. He knows this sky, has leapt over these rocks. He’s walked this path before.

It’s a shame he can’t remember how long it’s been since he last came here.

He hums a quiet melody to himself as he weaves a path between the trees, drawing nearer and nearer to the place he had been searching for with every passing second. He’s only a few steps away when a sound calls out to him—a sound that isn’t a part of the forest.

“Hello?”

Dream goes stock still, his heart coming to a screeching halt in his chest.

He knows that voice, too.

Sucking in a deep breath, he slowly steps forward, out into the entrance of the clearing. In front of the waterfall stands a silhouette he is absolutely positive he’s seen before—countless times before. Something tells him that he should leave, that he should run far, far away and disappear from view. But as he watches the silhouette take a tentative step toward him, his inhibitions fall away.

Warmth blossoms in the space between his lungs, all encompassing and full of grief as he opens his mouth.

“Hi.”

[javier-pena]

Astrid hello!! I've heard tell that you want people to talk to you about Javi G and uh ... I just can't get the image of him driving the two of you somewhere and having to pull over to fuck you in the car because he's so worked up out of my headdd 😌 (feel free to delete if you don't want to/can't answer!! I totally understand!)

- @javisjeanjacket

Hi! Okay, anyway, writing this nearly was the end of me, but I hope it's what you were looking for!

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: it's so explicit that I'm thinking about getting a new identity actually

Summary: the ask says it all, but car s*x

Warnings: fingering | multiple orgasms | spanking | a bit of butt stuff | public sex | masturbation (male) | cum eating

Notes: "i am simply ready to lose my mind. you warned me about this but was i prepared? no." - Dani @javierpcna

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The leather of the backseat scrapes uncomfortably against your knees, you feel your skin stick to the warm surface. Sweat is forming on your brow, your arms, your legs. Everything is hot and sticky and heavy. Your pants fog up the window in front of you, and the landscape behind it appears murky, despite the late afternoon sun, despite the light dancing over the glistening waves below. If you raise your head slightly, you can even see the next bend in the road.

But you don’t lift your head – you can’t. You press your forehead against the glass, your nails scraping against the rough, leathery surface of the door, while you’re being pushed forward over and over again by precise, well-timed thrusts, by three fingers focused on one spot, three fingers that are your entire world.

I just wanna show you the view.

Javi wasn’t lying when he said that, when he pulled the car over. You are looking at the view, but you aren’t seeing it, not really, not in a way you were meant to be seeing it. Because the minute he stopped the car, his hands were all over you, under your skirt, on your chest – squeezing, holding, teasing. You couldn’t blame him because you had been feeling much the same, had felt an ever-growing itch during his week-long absence, one phone calls and expensive toys hadn’t been able to scratch. And when he had suggested taking you out to dinner after getting back from the airport, you’d been slightly disappointed. Yes, you enjoy the build-up, the tension, the teasing, but tonight you need it hard and fast and dirty.

You hadn’t made it to the restaurant.

Javi was impatient in the car, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his foot like lead on the gas pedal. The second your hand found his thigh, the muscles tense like steel, he pulled over.

I just wanna show you the view.

The words were slightly slurred, and the next thing you heard was a ripping sound when he tore your panties, tore them right off you, like impatiently unwrapping a gift. He found you hot and wet and wanting, he all but lifted you onto the backseat and here you are now, your skirt pushed up, your backside exposed, your slick dripping down your thighs.

“Baby,” you moan after a particularly rough thrust. You bite your lip when he does it again. “Fuck!” It’s breathless, it’s quiet, it barely scratches the surface of how good he makes you feel.

His other hand lands on the soft flesh of your backside with a crack and you gasp, your forehead knocking against the glass. Your legs tremble as you push yourself back towards him.

“Again,” you groan. “Do it again.”

He does, and the pain turns into searing hot pleasure so intense that when he thrusts his fingers into you next, you come all over them, coating them with your slick, with wet, hot release, trembling, spilling, screaming his name. Through the haze you hear a new sound, you hear how he pulls down his zipper, you even hear his hand pushing aside the fabric of his expensive dress pants, the dark green ones, the ones you love the most, followed by a sigh of relief.

You clench around his fingers at the prospect of his next move, anticipating how he will fill you up, first with his cock, then with his release, and it feels as if you didn’t just come, and maybe you haven’t because when he starts moving his fingers again, you tumble towards another edge at alarming speed.

“Need you--,” you groan through gritted teeth, “--inside, please, God, please, please, Javi, I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed your …,” you swallow hard, “your cock, please …”

He huffs, and suddenly he’s hovering above you, his fingers on your chin, pulling so your head disconnects from the cooling support of the glass. His palm hovers in front of your face, and without hesitation you lick it, tasting leather and sweat and him. He allows you to suck two fingers into your mouth, to feel their heavy weight on your tongue before he pushes them slightly deeper, making you gag, making you feel full on both ends, before pulling them out. His hand disappears and the wet sounds that follow, mixed with his low grunts are like a heady soundtrack to your own pleasure.

You listen, and imagine his face, his hooded eyes, his reddened cheeks, his curls sticking up in odd places, and suddenly you find yourself yearning for how he looks when he’s fucked out and glowing and sated. You cannot wait to give that to him, so you try to pull yourself off his fingers to turn around, but he stops you with a harsh command.

“Stay!”

You follow his orders and listen to him fucking into his own fist, thinking about how it could be your cunt instead, and he knows you’re thinking it, too, that’s why he teases you like that, that’s why he makes you listen to his pleasure, why he keeps you on the tip of his fingers where he can feel you clench in time with his hand moving over himself.

“Did you think of me?” you ask with the last bit of strength you have left.

A grunt is all you receive as confirmation. But he does pull out his fingers and you tense because you know what’s about to happen.

His hand is so wet, covered in your slick like this that when he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, he leaves cooling imprints against your hot skin. He slaps you again, does it two times more – grab, slap, grab, slap. You whimper, a pitiful little sound that makes him snarl.

“Harder,” you demand.

This time, your wish remains unheard. Instead, he buries his index finger between your wet folds, then moves it up, leaving a wet trail in its wake, until he reaches a destination you both have only talked about visiting without making the actual trip. But when his wet digit probes it carefully, you want it, want him so much it makes you light-headed, makes you feel fuzzy and high.

His deep voice cuts through the blanket of lust surrounding you. “You’re so tight”, the tip of his finger slips past the firm ring of muscle, “… tight little hole for me to fill.”

He holds you hooked on his finger, like a fish caught, while he continues to stroke himself frantically. You hold your breath, listening to the obscene sounds his hand is making, listening to his pants and moans, and you wish you knew where his eyes are, but you think you can guess. Then something shifts, he shifts, and he’s closer now, also deeper inside of you, while his thumb is buried between your folds again, and your entire body clenches with need.

His thumb finds your clit and it’s over, you come with a scream that echoes around the stuffy car – it might be his name, it might be a curse – but you pull his index finger deeper inside of you as your orgasm rips through you, and he gasps in surprise, deep and desperate. He tries to wait until you’re done, but you won’t stop shaking, your cunt won’t stop fluttering like a butterfly caught in a storm, so he pulls his finger out of you while you’re still coming, making you mewl at the loss.

You feel it, hot and heavy and hard, as he drags his cock through your drenched folds, up until it brushes against where you want him inside of you, but his hot release is already coating your back, your thighs, your over-sensitive center.

You both need to come back down to reality and you need to do it now before someone finds you like this. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?”

God, his voice! Hearing it after he’s just come makes your legs feel like jelly.

You swallow. “Dinner.”

“Oh, did I forget to specify what kind of dinner?” he teases.

Both of his hands hold you in place as he leans down over your back and drags his tongue over your skin covered in sweat and his own release. When your high giggle turns into a deep moan, he whispers against you.

“I have all I need right here.”

Javi G tag: @badbatches | @darksber | @doin-stuff | @filthybookworm | @for-my-satisfaction | @frannyzooey | @javigutierrez | @karkii | @maziken | @pann-malii | @pedrostories | @raspberrymama | @silksaddle | @skeletonstwins

[voxmortuus]

I'm Sorry

Pairing: Cpt. Syverson x F!Reader

Universe: Sand Castle

Words: 2k

Warning: There is a lot of wordy substance before you get to the good stuff. I didn't want to jump right into the smut of things. I wanted to build to that.

Summary: You and Sy had a small argument and he left for work, not realizing the timing of things. He had forgotten your anniversary and didn't realize how he had made you feel because let's face it sometimes he doesn't always pay attention to how he talks to people. He realizes his wrongs and comes home and showers you with affirmation that you have done nothing wrong.

TW: Abandonment fear | Feeling of wrongdoing | Mild Language | Angst | Fluff | He Bathes you | Oral (Female Receiving | Passionate/makeup Smut | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Body Fluids | Internal Vaginal Ejaculation | Slight primal Sy | Cuddles

Prompt: None, random headcanon

Image Credit: Google

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It didn't happen every year, but this year, this year was unique. The many ups and downs you two have had always made you feel panicked and usually worrying that maybe this was it, was he done? He didn't come home last night, and he didn't bother to call. It was a diminutive fight, and you felt horrible, like you had really wronged him in such a small way this whole thing ate at you. Spending the night crying on the couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry's at your side, you kept the living room dark while occasionally taking a sip of your last bottle of red wine. Looking at your phone waiting for him to text you, to even call it was agonizing.

Waking up, you think to yourself that this is a new day, a brand new start. Looking out the window, you watch as the neighbor children get off the bus for school. Letting out a breath, you make your way to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee and realize you've slept over half the day away You think to yourself, 'Today will be okay.' but in the back of your mind, you're still freaking out over the other night. Beating yourself up all over again, you place your coffee on the counter; and make your way back to the living room, curling up on the couch; and crying some more.

Meanwhile, Sy is on the training grounds training some new idiots how to do their job. He looks at his watch and lets out a heavy breath, and shakes his head. Walking around, he looks behind him a moment to see someone heading his way.

"Captain, did you forget what yesterday was?"

"Huh?" He asks with a slight arch to his lip and brow.

"Sir! It was your anniversary!" they all yell.

Looking back down at his watch and checking his phone, Sy growls. "Fuck!" He hands the cup off to someone else and heads out. "Fall out!" He yells over his shoulder and heads inside to grab the keys to his truck. Looking in the passenger seat and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, baby." He says aloud and starts the vehicle heading home.

You've fallen asleep crying had knocked you back out. You didn't bother picking up your empty items from the night before, and you hadn't showered in two days, and you were a complete mess. You weren't expecting him to ever come back, and if he did, it would be when you weren't home to get his things. You didn't understand you only wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man meant the world to you maybe, that wasn't what he wanted.

Pulling up to the house, he turned off the truck and got out, grabbing the gift bag in the passenger seat. Sy tries to quietly head inside the house. The lights were off, but he could see that you were still home. The shadow of your hand was under the couch as he made his way inside. He walked softly after he undid his boots, leaving them at the door.

As he made his way into the living room, he noticed the empty bottle, the day-old wine glass, the barren Ben & Jerry's, and piles of tissues. Shaking his head, he beat himself up. He quietly made his way up the stairs and started the bath. Putting your favorite bath bomb in the water and some bubble bath, the bathroom started to smell like lavender and cedar. Admittingly, he loved those damn bath bombs. Lighting the candles and setting various things out for you that had come out of the gift bag, he placed the gift bag on the toilet. There were two extra things in there.

After turning the lights off and turning off the water, he made his way downstairs. Looking at you, he let out a small breath.

"Baby, wake up." He spoke softly, lifting your head to sit on the couch.

You look up the feeling of being moved and jolt awake. Looking up at Sy, you begin to cry all over again and wrap yourself around him. You hated how this all went, and you hated yourself.

"Baby, don't cry. It's okay. I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have left the way I did. I don't know what I was thinking. I've got something for you." He doesn't say anymore. He picks you up and carries you up the stairs. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury yourself into him.

When he opens the bathroom door, you look at everything he had done. You start crying more. It was beautiful, and it was thoughtful, and it was adorable. Looking back at him after he set you down, you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest.

"I was so afraid you weren't coming home." you mumble into his chest.

"I'd be stupid not to." He tells you with a finger under your chin to look up at him. Sy leans down and kisses you softly. You deepen the kiss and grip at his shirt. His heavy hands move under your shirt and caress the small of your back. He looks down at you. "How about I help you get those clothes off, and I help you into the bath?" He smiles.

Nodding your head, he slips your shirt off and slowly pulls off your shorts, and looks at you smiling. "I could look at you for days." He smirks. Your hands move to undo his pants, he stops you. "Let me take care of you." He smiles a bit. Biting your lip, you nod slowly as he lifts you and places you into a bath of perfect water temperature.

You sit there and look at him. He grabs the loofa and your favorite body wash and washes you. Taking his time and not missing an inch of you, he takes a cup that you use for your baths and rinses off the soap. With the same cup, he pours some water on your head and starts slowly washing your hair. Looking down at you, he watches you slowly cry, and that's when he had enough. Rinsing your hair out, he stands up, strips down, and gets into the bathtub with you, not thinking about the water overflowing.

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. "It's okay. Baby, I'm sorry. I am so sorry." He repeats as he kisses your wet head.

"It's not that. I was so afraid, Sy. I was horrified you wouldn't come home. I... I don't know what I would have done." You sob softly with your face in your hands.

"It's okay. It's okay. I understand. I was an asshole, I didn't think. I was late for work, there was no communication, and I just... Baby, I'm sorry." He repeats.

Leaning in, he kisses your neck. Sniffling you, bite your lip, and your breath jagged.

"Let me show you that I would never leave you. Let me make this up to you." He whispers into your ear. All you can do is nod slowly.

Holding his hands in yours a moment before he moves his hands down your stomach to your hips and lifts you onto his lap, before standing you up, he takes a towel and wraps it around you before standing up himself and carries you to the bedroom, leaving behind wet footprints.

He places you on the bed, and hovers over you, and unwraps the towel. Looking over you, he licks his bottom lip and leans in, and kisses you softly, but with such a need behind the action. He kisses your neck and your collarbones. Taking a breast in one hand and taking your nipple into his mouth, he suckles a bit while gently squeezing the other breast.

Slowly he works his way down and looks up at you as he kisses your hips and then hovers, his breath warm against your now swollen and sensitive bud. Kissing you between the legs, he spreads your legs, lifting them over his shoulders, his strong arms wrap around your legs as he sucks softly on your clit. Your breathing hikes and shakes as you grip the towel at your sides.

His eyes gaze up at you. His blue eyes watch as you react to his gesture. He begins to gently move his fingers to spread your lower lips and licks your now wet core, tasting you. Sy lets off a small groan against your body which only causes you to moan a soft moan. He becomes more hungry in his actions as his tongue works its magic against your pussy, driving your senses into overdrive. He moves back up to pay attention to your clit as his hands grip at your legs, his fingers digging into your fleshy legs.

As his tongue swirls around your clit, your legs press against his head, but he pulls them back. Your hips move against his mouth as he groans again, only causing you to moan louder. Your hands move to his head, placing them on the top of his shaved head as he groans again and moves faster. Growing in his own excitement, he grinds his hips against the bed triggering him to get stiffer. The friction and sensation to himself as he pleased you, he needed you.

"Oh Sy." You moan softly. He picks up speed causing your legs to shake and your hips to buckle.

Biting you softly, you buckle again. Sy takes your thigh into his mouth, biting your leg leaving little hickies, almost like marking what's his. You moan again as he works his way back up to your lips, kissing you with such need he pushes himself into you, your back arches, your breath hitches, and your hands grip at his back, your nails digging into his skin. Your legs wrap around him as he slowly starts to thrust into you.

As you moan, he moans as he thrusts your hips move to meet his. Your bodies close and heated at this moment. Your hands slide down his strong arms, and he intertwines your fingers holding them above your head as he thrusts deeper into you. The more he keeps up with this pace, your back arches into him as you kiss him with such a fiery passion. Your heels dig into his ass as if helping him thrust deeper into you.

"You're so wet, so tight, you feel so good." He whispers against your lips.

"I love how you fill me." you whisper back. "You know just how I like it."

"I love you, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

Thrusting harder and a little faster, picking up the speed, you moan into his mouth, causing him to go into overdrive. His thrusts pick up, his grunts paced, your breathing is a steady pant mixed with moans. The sounds of your body colliding fill the room. As he starts to pound into you, your hips rise, and you dig your nails into his back, scraping.

"FUCK!" You moan loudly.

"Cum for me, Baby." He tells you.

"Don't pull out." you tell him.

"Beg for it." He snarls, now a primal beast.

"Cum in me, Sy. Please. Don't pull out." you moan as both of you climax at the same time. Your body shakes, your pussy quivers your floor muscles pulsating and massaging his cock as if pulling every last drop in.

"Fuck." He moans softly against your ear. "That was amazing." He chuckles.

You look over his face and smile softly. "I love you. More than you will ever understand." You whisper.

He kisses you softly and slowly pulls out, causing you both to moan softly as he falls next to you. Turning on your side, you cuddle up to him, your fingernails raking over his chest. His hand moves along your back, his fingers against your spine.

"Happy anniversary... I'm sorry I forgot." He smiles softly.

"That's okay. How about I order us some pizza, we can have the bottle you brought, I can bring out your whiskey, and we can have a night of... well... this." You chuckle.

"That sounds perfect." He smiles, holding you close.

Cpt. Syverson Taglist: @1960memories

[piecksz]

own it. | (m)

pairings: eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, male masturbation, mentions of rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit language 

words: 800+

summary: you and eren have been broken up for a while, but he can’t stop thinking about you, especially on lonely nights like this.

Eren caught his bottom lip between his teeth, swallowing his own ragged groans while his palm worked quickly against his half-thickened length. His other hand wrapped securely around the back of his phone, a nimble thumb swiping quickly through photos you’d posted of yourself on social media. It had been long after the two of you had broken up, but Eren couldn’t hamper his shameless tendencies. It only took one reminder of your past relationship on a lonesome night before his mind started digressing to all the lewd and obscene recollections he had of you he had cached in his mind.

He knew you probably weren’t thinking of him after you two split. You unfollowed him only hours following your last conversation after all, and he withheld himself from checking your stories or scrolling through the comments underneath your photos. He didn’t want to know if you had already moved on because his curiosity was thwarted by the irritability stirring in the pit of his stomach at the thought of you with someone new.

His grip around his cock tightened, and Eren’s pace began to quicken, incited by the infuriating possibility that you could have been fucking someone else, whining the same voiceless praises you’d once given to him while he’d been balls deep inside you.

Why did he care?

He was the one who suggested that it was time for you to “see other people”. He hadn’t even given you a substantial reason other than he didn’t feel invested in your relationship anymore, but his regrets fed on his lust, sending him into an agonizing spiral while he forced his rigid cock into the tight curve of his hand, trying to replicate the feeling of your pussy around him.

He swiped down to another picture, superficially innocent, but his eyes fixed on the low-cut top you’d been wearing in the shot. The curve of your breasts had been on full display as if to implicitly torment him. Those used to be his too. He’d already had his mouth and hands all over them, anyone else who did the same would just be getting his seconds.

He’d suck your nipple into his mouth, hot tongue swirling over the hardened peak of your breasts  while your arms wrapped around his head to hold him even closer to your chest. It was one of his favorite things to do, watching as you grew aroused under a few skillful flicks and strokes of his tongue’s tip. Even whilst cuddling, sometimes his bored hands would somehow find their way up your shirt, grazing gently over the soft buds and adoring how they stiffened against his fingers, and you’d moaned his name. No one else's.

He’d already claimed you, even the thoughts you’d once formulated into words had been just for him. Anyone who called you theirs would have been wrong.

Eren continued scrolling while his pelvis jerked upwards, thrusting his girth into his warm clasp.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed.

Another picture was taken from behind while you were sitting poolside and clad in the scantiest of bathing suits.

Your ass?

His.

In public, his protective hands would rest against your backside, especially when you’d wear that certain pair of jeans that emphasized its pert curvature. He needed everyone to know you belonged to him. In private he would dig his fingertips into the skin of your ass while you bounced on his cock, and light bruises from painful spanks when he fucked you with your face buried into the mattress had been proof of his trace.

Eren rolled his head back, eyes strung closed while the hollow of his throat bobbed with every guttural moan.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight.”

The image of your sweaty face danced against the darkness of his eyelids. Your beautiful, tortured expression, with eyebrows drawn together and swollen lips slightly parted as they uttered his name over and over again. The whites of your eyes were stained a gentle pink, the result of tears while you cried in the wake of your sexual satisfaction.

“Just like that,” Eren whispered. His length throbbed against his clammy hand. “All mine.”

He pumped faster and squeezed himself tighter until the wet sound of slick skin moving together filled the quiet space of his room. A few more forceful thrusts had the small of Eren’s back tightening and his muscles seizing.

He freed a loud sigh once he felt himself twitch in his hold, and he released a thick cascade of cum. The milky, white liquid spilled from his tip, decorating the bare skin of his torso and dribbling over his taut knuckles as it dripped down his length.

Eren delivered a few more sloppy pumps to his aching cock before his grip slackened and his heavy panting subsided into satisfied breathing. He hesitated for a brief moment before his eyes fluttered open and met the dim surface of his ceiling.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

He rolled his head to the side, reaching a limp arm to pluck a few tissues from his nightstand. It would only be a minute before the routine guilt set in. If Eren could clean himself up and fall asleep with enough haste, he’d be able to avoid his shame and forget by morning.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

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Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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[quaranmine]

The Babysitting Game

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Well, Grian doesn't have a child but he does have an egg and a village. That’s basically the same thing, right?

Grian acquires an egg. His friends help him.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly fluff! Hermits: Grian, Mumbo, Pearl, and Scar. My first publish fanfic since 2016 and my first hermitcraft fanfic :D ao3 link and some inspirations to be linked in a reblog

Words: 2862

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"What if I touched it really quick?" Scar asked.

"No, don’t-don’t touch the egg," Grian said seriously. "Look, I even made a sign! It specifically says ‘Do not touch.’" He gestured to the sign in question, but Scar ignored him.

"Can I rub it?" he said. The man leaned over it, studying the object carefully. Grian hadn’t known where to place the egg when he got it, and it was just sitting on an anvil for the time being. He didn’t even have a starter house yet, but clearly he was going to need something soon if he was going to protect the egg from some of the more . . . mischievous residents of their Boatem village.

“No, don’t touch the egg! Scar-” Grian walked closer, hands outstretched, just in time to see Scar reach out with his hand and pat the egg.

Vworp!

The egg disappeared into thin air.

Dragon eggs had a tendency to do that. It was a survival tactic--Grian didn't really know how it worked, but just as endermen could teleport away from danger, so could the egg if it were touched. Now whether or not Scar was dangerous remained up for debate…

Scar giggled. "Oh, where did you go?" he sang, hunting around the area.

Well, he COULD be pretty scary sometimes.

"Scarrrr," Grian whined, helping him look. "I told you not to touch it!"

"It's over here!" Scar shouted, finding the egg at the bottom of a small slope nearby. "Just one more time…." He reached out again.

"No!" Grian said, slapping his hand away. "Look, you've got to pick it up the right way." He demonstrated, carefully lifting the egg and placing it in a pouch slung over his back. He had hurriedly stitched it together not too long ago, worried that transporting the egg normally might break it. “If you do it roughly, you’ll scare it and it’ll teleport away again.”

"I see!" said Scar.

"Now, please, don't touch the egg.”

"Oh," Scar said. He straightened. "You're really serious about this."

Grian glared. "I am."

"I'm sorry, I just thought it was funny!"

Grian sighed. "It's okay, Scar. It's just--this thing is a baby, it needs to be handled gently! You can't just go around scaring it! What if it falls into a hole or something?" he hissed.

"Oh my god," Scar laughed, "you're its mother now!"

"No, no, I'm not!"

"You are!" Scar cried. He suddenly stopped. "Oh no, didn't you kill its mother?"

"Well it doesn't know that!" Grian snapped. "Truthfully I didn't realize there would be an egg! And I couldn't just leave it, you know! Here, look at this." Grian gently withdrew the egg from its pack, and Scar moved closer. He held it up to the sun. "Look at that."

The sun shined dark red through the deep purple shell of the egg, making it glow within. In the middle, the silhouette of a curled up creature was illuminated. Blood vessels radiated outward, and at the bottom there was a blank space that Grian assumed was air. The egg’s shell was too thick for any detail to be made out, but the processes happening within were clear. Grian was enchanted with it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

"Wow," Scar breathed. "There's actually a dragon in there! What're you gonna do with it after it hatches?"

"Well, I haven't exactly thought that far--I just want to worry about keeping it safe first. I mean, what do you even do with this thing?" Grian put the egg back in its satchel, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I suppose you keep it warm and safe but, like, I don't know what else-"

"I could help!" Scar said.

"You were just playing with it!"

"Hey," Scar said defensively, "that was before I knew more about it!"

Grian rolled his eyes.

“What are you guys doing over here?” said Mumbo, wandering over. Grian just knew he’d been up to something, and sure enough, there was a new tree next to his little collection of chests. Grian wasn’t very bothered by it, because he already had a plan to get Mumbo back for it.

“Grian is just showing me his new baby!” Scar teased. “He’s a mom now.”

“I am NOT its mother,” replied Grian tiredly, but he smiled at the sight of the other man.

“A baby?” Mumbo asked, choosing to ignore the rest of Scar’s statement.

“A dragon egg,” Grian answered. “I found it in the End.” He paused for a moment, feeling almost bad. “After I killed the dragon.”

“Grian! You’ve orphaned it!” Mumbo sounded scandalized.

“Why do you all keep bringing that up!?” he defended, glancing between Mumbo and Scar, who both gave him disapproving, albeit playful, looks. “I know you’re Mr. Peace, Love and Plants this time, but we’ve always killed the dragon in every new world!”

“Well, I guess that’s true, but it is a little sad isn’t it? You’re taking care of it but only because you killed its mum.”

“Yeah,” was all Grian said. The dragon always needed to be taken care of in each new world they visited, and while it was always a bit of a shame, he’d never really contemplated it that much. After all, he normally wasn’t the one who fought it--that last time in Evo aside. He didn’t really know what he had gotten into but he felt deeply like he needed to protect this egg. It was like a tug in his chest, drawing him into the egg and telling him not to let go.

“Show him the egg!” Scar said.

“You just want to see it again,” Grian replied, but pulled the egg out of the satchel again anyway for Mumbo to see. The surface of the egg wasn’t smooth, like a chicken’s egg, but bumpy. The purple spots almost seemed to glow, and occasionally little violet particles drifted off of it. Grian felt like he could stare at it in awe all day, and apparently his friends felt the same.

“How’re you going to keep it warm?” asked Mumbo after a moment of admiring it. “That satchel isn’t going to be enough, and to be frank, I don’t see you spending any time sitting on it, even if the mental image is pretty funny.”

Grian rolled his eyes at the comment, but thought about it. How would he incubate it? He may have had wings, but he didn’t know anything about eggs, other than that it was a safe bet to assume it needed to be kept warm. “I'm not sure, actually.”

“Hey, let me design something for you!” Mumbo said excitedly. “I could probably use some redstone and make an incubator of some sort for you.”

Grian smiled. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Asking Mumbo to create a contraption for him--what could go wrong?

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“I’m not wearing this thing, you know.” Grian said, holding the contraption while Mumbo wheezed with laughter in the background. The design that Mumbo had come up with was essentially a backpack with heating elements strung through it, except for one thing . . .

“You-you wear it in the front,” Mumbo choked out, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Yes, I see that,” Grian replied, unamused.

“Like a swaddle!”

“Yes, I see that.”

Mumbo laughed harder. Grian had to begrudgingly admit that it was well designed, however. It would fit the egg perfectly, keep it warm, and most important it was mobile to ensure that he could take the egg with him. It was thoughtful, especially since Mumbo knew Grian was quite protective of it.

“I’m not wearing this thing,” Grian repeated. “I’m not going to let you all laugh at me while I walk around the server with an egg swaddled to me!”

“I thought you’d say that,” Mumbo chuckled. “Here, you can switch the straps around and turn it into a backpack.” He unclipped the straps and moved them into the new configuration.

“Thank you, Mumbo,” he said gratefully. “This will certainly do the trick.”

“Glad to hear it mate,” Mumbo replied. “Now, while you’re here, may I ask why there is an incredibly tall tree on top of my camper?”

“Sorry, got to go!” blurted Grian, snatching the backpack from Mumbo’s arms and flying off in a burst of feathers.

“That’s unfair, I don’t even have an elytra yet to go chase him down with,” muttered the man as he watched Grian disappear.

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Grian sat in the grass in front of his starter home and rubbed his eyes wearily. He was exhausted. Is this how all parents feel? he wondered. Was he just uniquely unqualified to be one? After all, this was only an egg! It hadn’t even hatched yet and he was already tired of keeping up with it.

Carrying it in the backpack was heavy, and Grian tired out quickly. It was hot on his back, and Grian found himself having to take breaks to avoid overheating. It was also cumbersome, and he found it difficult to build with as it shifted his weight. He almost fell off the roof once while building it! Of course, having wings meant that Grian could catch himself easily, but it had still given him quite the scare. Dragon eggs were pretty sturdy, and would teleport themselves out of danger if possible, but he was still so paranoid about breaking it. And now there was the Boatem Hole to worry about--what if it teleported itself into the void? These things kept Grian awake at night.

But if he left it...well, just like Grian had a tendency to lose items in his chest monsters, he also had a tendency to forget where he placed things. He had been forced to go back and rescue the egg from some place he’d left it more than once, which he wasn’t exactly proud of. What sort of parent forgot their child?

. . . He was definitely not admitting to being its parent.

Oh God, what did I get myself into?

“Hey Grian, what’re you up to?” came a voice, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up and saw Pearl standing over him. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her hands were in her hoodie pockets. She took a seat on the ground next to him, and followed his gaze overlooking the Boatem village. “What’s on your mind?”

“This--this egg,” said Grian. It sat next to him in its backpack, still radiating heat. “I don’t know what to do with it. I’m just so tired of carrying it around!”

“I have to admit,” Pearl said, “I didn’t expect you to immediately adopt a baby dragon the very next time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well, it was an accident.” Grian groaned. “I don’t know what to do with it now, let alone when it hatches!”

Pearl thought for a moment. “You know, the rest of us are all here for you. The other hermits would be happy to help out, I’m sure.”

The other hermits . . . well of course they would. If it was one thing they were all good at, it was supporting each other. Scar had already taken a particular interest in the egg, although Grian was still a little suspicious of him scaring it again. Mumbo had specially designed an incubator for it. Pearl was visiting him to check up on him and offer help.

All Grian had to do was convince himself to let it go. To let them help.

“I know that but . . .”

“But what? Have you had any reason to believe they wouldn’t?” Pearl asked.

“Well, no.” He thought for a while. He thought of how his friends would lend materials when needed, or how they’d help replace someone’s armor and items if they were lost. He thought about the days where they all teamed up and chose one hermit to help out, and he thought about all the things they did for the good of the entire community without even being asked.

His desire to protect the egg was strong, and putting it into the hands of another person almost felt like simultaneously a betrayal of the egg itself and the biggest leap of faith he could take. But the hermits were good at leaps of faith, because someone was always there to catch you.

“You think it’d be okay?”

“I know it’ll be okay,” Pearl replied. “I haven’t been here very long but from what I’ve seen, I know they’d all help. They wouldn’t hurt it. They might be a little mischievous sometimes,” she said, glancing at Scar’s house, “but they know how important it is and would be happy to help. They helped you before, didn’t they?”

Pearl was right, of course. Nobody on the server had any desire to hurt the egg. He trusted that. If there was anyone that he could trust, it was them.

But how would he get them all to essentially sign up for babysitting?

An idea struck him, and Grian scrambled to his feet. “Pearl, you’re brilliant. Thank you!”

She blinked, a little startled. “Always happy to help.”

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Grian stood back, admiring his work. A near perfect duplicate of the egg that was currently sitting in the backpack slung around his shoulder, but at a much larger scale. It was built out of obsidian blocks and crying obsidian for the spots, and if Grian was pretty proud of how it looked.

If Grian knew anything, it was that his friends loved minigames. And Grian was not above gently exploiting that fact to get a little help--just like barge game from the last world, where he managed to get his friends to help mine out the stone from next to his mansion. Just slap the title of “game” on something and you could get a hermit to sign up for anything.

“Now . . . I just have to write the signs on the inside.”

The game Grian had come up with was officially called Tegg--he needed to stay on brand with his tag games in every world--but he’d mentally been calling it “The Babysitting Game” for a while now. Because that’s what it really was--each hermit who signed up would also sign up to watch the egg and keep it safe. He set to work outlining the rules.

RULE ONE: Protect the egg and keep it safe.

RULE TWO: Keep the egg incubated or it’ll die.

RULE THREE: Keep a close eye on the egg.

RULE FOUR: Call Grian if it starts to hatch.

Satisfied, he wrote out the rest of the instructions. Because it was a game, he wanted to make it fun for the hermits too, so he’d decided to make it like a scavenger hunt. People were allowed to take the egg, provided they adhered to the rules, and were encouraged to hide it and keep it safe. Otherwise, someone else who wanted to have it could get it. The safer the egg was, the less likely for someone else to find it. The winner was whoever had the egg the longest when it finally hatched. Grian didn’t know how long that would take, but he didn’t want to miss it either, hence rule four.

Yep, totally outsourcing his babysitting onto his friends.

Grian squinted at his wall of signs, before placing one final sign at the bottom: Grian will track the game and has final say on points and rules!

“That should do it,” he mumbled. He still wanted to keep an eye on the egg, to make sure that he knew who had it and how many people’s hands it had gone through. After all, he was the one ultimately responsible for it.

Grian pulled the egg out of the backpack and carefully placed it on the ground. He’d somehow made a habit of just speaking to it every now and then--he had no idea if the little dragon could hear anything in there, but he liked to think that it could. “Hey there,” he whispered, and stroked the top of the egg. “Some new people are going to start taking you pretty soon, but it’s okay. They’re going to give me some help and make sure you’re safe.”

He paused, taking in the little room he’d made and the wall of signs he’d written with meticulous instructions for the egg’s care. It may have been the first thing he’d built for this egg, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be his last. A baby dragon was a commitment and for the first time Grian really let himself think about what that meant, beyond just an egg that he had to carry around. Would he house it? Train it? Let it stay by his side? Would he love it?

I think I already do, he thought.

He thought of the hermits--their mischievousness, their pranks, their hard work, their friendship, and their goodness at heart. They were his family, now. What was one more addition?

“It’s okay,” he whispered to the egg. “I trust them all with my life, but more importantly, I trust them with yours.”

[selinakidreams]

hello!! this is my first ever collab and man o man am I happy to be participating in @buttershouse ‘s Magic March with so many talented people!! Please go check out everyone’s work, there’s so many delicious pieces to choose from.

without further a-due, please enjoy this 7k word mash of a magic coffee shop/witch/ college au that I have goin here

pairing: Sero Hanta (with a FUCKIN UNDERCUT !) x gn!reader (afab)

warnings: she’s WHOLESOME, implied sexual themes throughout and then actual smut at the end !! , sex on aphrodisiacs

a/n: thank you so so so so so so so much to @keishinslove @hiddenbluee @spikesbimbo @scorpiomoonslutt and @dymphnasprose for reading and beta-ing this big boi- you guys helped me so much and 🥺🥺 you guys seriously mean the world to me.

tag list: @hiddenbluee​ @undersero @sawam0chi

“Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble,” you hum as you steep black tea before shifting to the other part of your station so you could add the guise of vanilla to the milk you were about to steam. 

You hear a snort come from your coworker as she looks over to you before smirking, “You think you’re so funny,” she teases while heating up a chocolate muffin for the current order. 

“I do, I really do,” you muse, holding the metal pitcher up to the espresso machine’s steam wand. The distinct smell of the liquid luck wafts around as you begin blending it in with the milk; it makes you smile, a comfortingly warm feeling washing over you. 

You always hoped people stepped into the shop hearing about the rumors and whole-heartedly believed them; believing in the magic that went into each drink when they ordered something off of the special menus- and that it wasn’t just for the unique taste. 

When you first started out, you often heard that with each new employee, the magical feeling tends to die out sooner or later; the happiness of creating spells and potions for others fleeting with the ever-growing pessimism towards all things unexplainable. After working at the shop for three years, one would think the feeling would have caught up to you, instead you felt anything but. With each new regular whose eyes sparkled with excitement as you handed them their unique concoction of a drink, your smile grew wider. Sometimes the familiar faces would come back and whisper about how each drink gave them the right energy to deal with each individual situation… almost like magic. You could do nothing but smile, sometimes a coy little wink was added, exciting the customer more and more. They'd leave with a newfound pep in their step. That's what has kept you going for so long. All anyone ever has to do was keep an open mind and believe that true magic does exist, and when you do, it's almost as though a door opens up, full of delightful possibilities.

As you called out the finished order and thanked the satisfied customer, the shop’s entrance bell chimed, welcoming in the newest one. 

You look up and made eye contact with someone who seemed oddly familiar; you tend to remember almost every person that has shown up more than twice at the cafe, so the fact that you can't fully recognize him only shows that the cafe couldn't have been where you’ve known him from... You couldn't quite put your finger on where you've seen him before but you definitely couldn't forget the welcoming aura he radiated. With his black hair pulled into a ponytail, exposing his undercut, and his extra large t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame, he flashed a bright smile, heading up to the counter to order.

Accustomed to ‘hey’s, ‘hi’s, or even an immediate order, the first thing out of his mouth somewhat surprised you. With a tilt of the head and a squint of the eyes, he mumbled out, “.. You look really familiar.” as he tried to place the face.  

“You know, I was thinking the same thing...” you trailed off. 

After a few seconds of analysis with no conclusion, he seemed to shrug and let out a little chuckle with a passive “it'll probably come to me in the middle of my next class…” before his eyes caught sight of the menus off to the side. Not wanting to make it too obvious that you were tempted to stare, you aimed your gaze elsewhere, only occasionally sneaking a glance at him while he was preoccupied with the menu.

“Ahh… can I get…” he kept his sights on all the options he could, as if it was going to make him any more decisive. Part of you hoped to hear something special, something magical, only to hear, “uhh a… hot latte please?”

While a very solid drink, you subconsciously waited to hear a flavor come after it; staring at him, almost in a daze. 

“Did I forget something...?” Your eyes grew wide, mind blank, trying to come up with an excuse for the elongated silence but before you could spout something out, his smile grew as he rolled his eyes, “Oh, duh, I forgot the size!” A breathy laugh came after his revelation and your chest  felt lighter once the sound hit your ears. “Could I get a large please?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” you chime as you grab a large paper cup and mark down his order with a sharpie.“Will that be all for you today?” looking back up at him, your customer service smile makes its awaited appearance like clockwork as it did when wrapping up every order. His eyes darted to the full pastry case before he could conclude, causing an actual smile to grace your lips, “Tempted?”

“One way or another, yea,” he said with an undertone of something else being implied, causing your cheeks to heat up. The smile that he threw in there further caused a little flutter of your heart.  

“Well luckily for you, we just restocked, so you've got a wide range of goodies to choose from.”

He licked his bottom lip and smoothly responded with, “Well which is your favorite?”

“My favorite? Hmm… Well, I always love a good chocolate croissant whenever I'm drinking regular lattes. The chocolate adds in that kick of sweetness that compliments the lack thereof with the coffee and bonus, it's not too heavy where it will make you feel bloated.`` 

“You really know how to sell a guy… That sounds amazing. Could I have that, please?” the tone in his voice was playful, fun, possibly flirty- and that was something that you were not going to think about. He’s a customer; he might not come back when he wants his next cup of coffee.

“You want me to warm it up for you?”

“Sure!”

Picking up the prongs, you took the freshest croissant from the batch and placed it in the microwave oven, turning back around. 

You voiced his total with a soft smile, “Cash or card?”

“Card. uh .. Can I leave a tip on here?” 

Cue the airy sigh that left your chest. A man who knows to leave a tip: you were in love with him already.

“Yea!” you squeak before clearing your throat, “Yea, once you remove your card, the option should pop up on the screen!”

You throw one more smile back at him before turning around to start his drink, not missing the incredibly hard stare your coworker was giving you. You try not to look at them throughout the duration of making his drink.

Handing the handsome man his order, your hands lightly brushed against his and you fought hard to ignore the hefty thump in your chest. You looked back up at him and swore that there was a tint of rose dusted across his cheeks. 

You saw the beginning of his outburst before you could hear it. 

“Sero!” he said quickly, “Sero Hanta. That’s my name.” 

You smiled, sticking out your hand and saying your name, “I’ll be sure to remember it… Sero.” 

The rest of the shift went by pretty quick after that. Your coworker couldn't keep their mouth shut about how he was flirting with you and how you just so happened to be flirting back. You two were giggling so much that the rest of the shift just seemed to slip away and before you know it, it was time to clock out.

“Is there anything you want me to do before I head out?” you shout, asking the newly present night shift as you’re halfway out the door. 

“No no, we got it,” both your coworkers chime, “just hurry up and get to class!” one of them adds. 

Rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye, double checking that everything needed for class was in your bag before fully lugging one of the straps onto your shoulder and heading off.

The walk wasn't that far from the shop, luckily- taking your time and enjoying the world around you was such a cooldown from the hustle and bustle of your work shifts. 

The college town was quaint, warm, homely; It felt like everywhere was a short walk away- which it was. There was an ample amount of time for you to stroll to class after one of your shifts.

As you peruse down the street, you took note of how bright it felt this time of day and how soft the glow emanating from the sunlight hitting the trees was; the kiss of the sun heated your skin, allowing you to bask in the warmth of everything: the environment, the vibe, the mood. What a great feeling. 

Random thoughts passed in and out of your brain as you got to the entrance of campus- but the continuous train of thought halted at the station when the image of that man who came into the shop, the one with the undercut- Sero Hanta, popped up.

He was really attractive… where had you seen him before?

You mindlessly head towards the lecture hall, with the image of Sero’s face ever present behind your eyelids. The approaching building was a beautiful brick with ivy climbing up the side, a framed golden plaque near the large double doors announced that people were about to enter the Mirai Sasaki building- something you would normally stop to admire but today, you headed straight inside and towards your seat, still mentally preoccupied. 

Plopping down, you situate yourself, getting everything out; your textbook, notebook, pens, pencils and even a highlighter. You take a deep breath before slightly shaking your mind to wake up and concentrate on the human sexuality lecture that was about to start. Sero Hanta can wait.

Is what you told yourself and yet, the thought of him wouldn't leave you alone. It went so far as even hearing the professor call out his name. 

“So, I just wanted to clarify,” your ears perk up at the voice, “The article you gave us was about how unequal the orgasm ratio- the orgasm gap- is for women… but I feel like there is a new wave of um… feminine orgasm appreciation. Not to get too personal, but I know between my friends and I, we make sure that our partners always come… first.” He trailed off at the last part, probably coming to terms with the awkward phrasing he had ended with. 

You had to take a second to get a grip; too many things were happening at once and the one that held most of your attention was the fact that Sero Hanta blatantly admitted to wanting the girl to orgasm first. 

What a gentleman.

“Thank you for your… input … mister Sero- but with what you pointed out, it’s actually a perfect segway into the first project of the semester! If you notice in your syllabus, I typed a very vague title for the next class’s date. We're going to talk about it more next class but until then, please read the assigned articles by the next class and have a good rest of your day!”

While the majority of the class was packed and headed to the door, your eyes stayed glued on Sero as you mindlessly put things away. It seemed as though he was taking his time as well. Maybe he needed to talk to the professor? 

Seeing that your desk was now cleared, you slowly began descending down the stairs to get to the floor level, eyes glued to each step in front of you, mind somewhere completely different until your head is met with a firm back. With wide eyes, you step back and begin a stream of apologies, head bowed and eyes still on the floor as if you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. A warm chuckle hushes you accompanied with a light, “It’s alright, it’s alright!”

You look back up and are met with the mind-dizzying smile of the man who failed to leave your thoughts alone. 

Before your eyes could get any bigger, he murmurs your name. “So this is where I know you from!” He slightly cheered, lopsided grin growing comfortable. 

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“Hey! Hey- you guys aren't closing are you?” You hear a panting voice rush through the door- the complete opposite of the energy the cafe currently held. You and your coworker were just winding down from your shift, cleaning and making sure everything was restocked for the next shift, soft music aiding the mood. 

Sero was attempting to collect himself when he realized the two pairs of stunned eyes staring at him. 

“I just- I wanted to walk with you to class. If that’s cool,” he said to you, flattening his shirt down, “and maybe get a coffee.”

Warmth fills your face as you try to suppress a smirk, “in that order?”

The already flustered college student blushed just a bit harder. Before he could come up with a response, your smirk eased into a soft smile, “okay Sero, what could I get you to drink?”

He steps further inside and orders the same thing he got the first time: a large hot latte. It doesn't take long until the drink is in his hand and you're shooing him off to a table, “I’ll be done in like 10 minutes, is that alright?” you ask, hints of your customer service mannerisms kicking in. He nods and you get back to cleaning, unaware that your movements became a bit swifter. 

After clocking out, you’re met with an eager grin and a glint of something unnameable in sero’s eyes. 

“The coffee was excellent, by the way. Both times I had it. Do you do something to it? I feel like it’s so much more than just a simple latte.” 

You smile at two things, him opening the door for you, and the fact that he was absolutely oblivious to the fact that his drink is one of the few drinks you don’t add any magical properties to. 

“I make it with kindness.” You say as you two start your walk, intertwining your hands behind you.

“So mister Hanta… have you been stalking me?” 

His eyes grow wide as his cheeks taint red, “N-no! I just thought that maybe you work every shift that’s before our class.”

“Hmmm… So were you going to come by every day to test out your theory if i wasn't there today?”

“Well, luckily you were there, so I guess we’ll never know the answer.”

After you hummed out a response, the walk turned into a comfortable type of silent.

The both of you had several things passing through your mind, but outwardly, one was caught up basking in the fresh spring air while the other was admiring how the wind would slightly shift your hair.

Deciding to break the silence, you turned to face him, “Hey, so, why did you choose to take human sexuality?”

He didn't seem surprised to hear the question but he took a moment; it didn't seem like he was scrambling to find the perfect answer, it was almost like he just couldn't properly find the words. 

“Honestly, I love intimacy. I think its really cool that not one person’s views on sex and sexuality and the miniscule details within it, are the same.”

While the words you were hearing made sense, it must have shown that you weren't prepared for such an insightful answer because he let out a hearty laugh that seemed to go on and on, even after he took a deep inhale. 

“I’m sorry-” he choked out as he grabbed his chest, “your face just-” he gulped another breath of air, trying to regain composure.

Throughout his fit of laughter, you almost joined in a few times if it weren’t for you biting your cheek in attempts to keep the annoyed facade up. 

As soon as it seemed like he got it all out, you try to pull a convincing pout. 

“So what's the real answer, then?”

He cocks his head at your question, a smile still playing on his lips, “whaddya mean?”

“You're telling me that what you said wasn't just to catch me off guard?”

“Oh! No no, that's really why I'm taking the class. But i bet you thought i was going to say something asshole-y like ‘i just wanna learn more about sex so i could be better’, hm?” he said the last part in a dopey voice before smirking back at you.

You rolled your eyes in return, “not necessarily, that was just a really… refreshing… answer.”

By the time you got to class, it seemed pretty full, which was a bit odd seeing as though there was still some time before the lecture started. Part of you was hoping that you could snag a seat next to Sero or he could snag a seat next to you- but both of your usual seats were surrounded by others already. There was also always the possibility that maybe he didn't want to sit next to you; you didn't want to get your hopes up so you turned to him, waved goodbye, and headed to your normal seat. Unbenounced to you, he physically slouched in disappointment before heading to his spot.

The lesson went on, and while he wasn't crowding your mind today, you subconsciously kept stealing glances at him throughout the lecture in hopes that one of the times you'll find him glancing back at you. The only time you did catch him staring at you was with wide eyes when the professor announced that you two were going to be partners for the upcoming project.

“So I guess this means it's an appropriate time to ask for your number… I wanted to ask you for it but I didn't want to move too fast…?” he said as you two approached eachother after class, cracking a shy smile while he absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck, a subltle flex of his muscles on display. It was a bit hard to concentrate with a combo move like that attacking you, as if he was going in for the kill. 

“I wouldn't have thought it was too fast.” you softly counter, flashing him a tender smile.

It was one thing to feel the heat go to your face, it's another to visibly see it appear on his.

You both traded phones at the same time with the promise to text each other later that night; you put a little coffee emoji by his name while he put the sun next to yours.

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Sitting at the furthest table away from the register, you start to unpack your laptop and make yourself comfortable- you're gonna be here a while. Powering up the device, Hanta pulls at the seat across from you and begins to mimic your movements. 

“So you want our first project meeting… at a coffee shop?” you start, trying to keep the smile from coming onto your face. Looking up at him would mean automatic defeat seeing as it's getting harder and harder for you to look at him without your lips twitching upward.

“I thought it would be very symbolic.”

A snort greeted both of your guy’s ears as your eyes went wide and your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Anyway, so the project.”  Blushing around him was starting to become a regular occurrence, as well.

“Right,” he says clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

“So the project is to point out common sexual misconceptions and back it up with statistics and research articles. The fact that we got dibs on the misconception of the orgasm gap all because you had bragged about your personal sex life…” the thought alone shot a wave of warmth down your spine and right to your lower region. A flash of a Sero you hadn’t faced yet appeared in your imagination; him looking up at you, hungry and eager to please. It made your breath hitch. 

“Well, yea! I had to voice it. I mean, I feel like it’s common sense! When you have sex by yourself, then you can focus on what makes you feel good and what makes you cum. But when you’re with a partner…” he trailed off and your gaze snapped to him, “you should make sure they cum at least once before doing… whatever you two.. had.. planned on… doing.” Sero finished, his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips. 

Oh fuck. 

You felt yourself throb. 

“Y-yea! Uh I completely a-agree.” 

It’s almost as though he could tell that you were flustered so just to top it off, he smirked, “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” before deciding to drop it and move on.

He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “You guys really do make the best coffee. I got the same thing as I did with your place and yet… I'm here longing for your coffee.” you snort once again.

After that, the conversation eased into the project and what exactly needed to be done; the assignment was very simple but sorting out what dates you guys were going to meet up and how exactly you were going to go about gathering the information was all crucial. The project was due in a month and needed to be submitted in powerpoint format- which the both of you were relieved about.

It was really cute seeing Hanta’s eyes all lit up when it came to the part of how you two were going to go about getting all the information needed. He even suggested to conduct a little side research if you guys were ahead of schedule. It was something that made your heart patter. It was almost like you had smelt some of the charmed rose petals from work because every time you looked at him, you couldn't stop the warmth that flooded in your chest.

With that thought, there was the fact that he was more than likely going to be spending large amounts of time at the cafe- would he notice? Should you just come straight out and explain it? Explain that you were considered a witch, someone who was open-minded and was in tune with their intuition and can work with certain herbs, charms, and spells to create wonderful things? It didn't seem that big of a deal to you, it was something you had grown up with; simple spells and practices that just made day to day life more simple. Not every witch has been through the same childhood you had, there’s no special school- not that you were aware of, anyway. Your parents kept their grimoire out in the open and let you frolic about as they eased basic wholesome rituals into your life, and when you got old enough, they let you take in chapter by chapter each spell they casted, each potion they brewed. 

When you applied at the cafe, your first interview was full of normal questions worded in a way that almost sounded like it had a double meaning, thankfully you caught it and later was asked for a second interview- conducted by the boss himself. He had asked you to perform a basic potion/drink you grew up with, something that made you feel like you were walking on air. It was simple; a butterfly pea tea with a breath of life, with just a little bit of lemon activated the spell in the brew. When the well made drink hit his tongue, he offered you the job not a second later.

No. You wouldn't tell Sero yet. It never came up; It’d be odd to tell him straight off the bat- there's really no need. If he ever asks… then you’ll tell him.

But he hadn't so far.

Each meeting so far felt incredibly productive. It seemed like getting work done came naturally, with the topic being easy to discuss between the two of you and getting the articles to support your claim was fairly simple- apparently a lot of studies have been done about people’s orgasms. 

Since drafting up a skeleton outline the first time meeting, the bits and pieces really started coming together, but the get-togethers sometimes didn't go as planned- however, what was a constant was that no matter what the meet-up consisted of, there would always be a paper cup from your work, filled with a hot latte.

Some of the days, rather than working on the project, the two of you would use the allotted time to sit in your cafe and goof off, or sometimes you would host “tea time” in your apartment and talk about anything and everything- and it was okay because very early on, you both gathered all the adequate articles that involved your topic and sifted through them to get the statistics you needed. Collecting the data was simple enough and putting it together just came easy to you. 

Looking up from your laptop, finally done with sorting all the cited sources in each slide, you wave your hand at Sero to get his attention. Hanta was working on phrasing the facts and statistics from each work, so when he tilted his head up, gaze still on the screen until he finished typing the last sentence, he took his headphones out and hummed as he looked at you. 

“You get the same thing everytime we’re together… why?” 

He glanced at his almost empty cup before fully taking out his headphones, “I get it all the time because it really is the best latte I've ever gotten from a cafe before. I tell you this all the time.” 

“You never… wanna try anything new?”

“Is there something in particular you want me to try?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow upwards.

“Well no, not necessarily…”

“Well then how about you give me a recommendation? What’s a drink you think I would love?” 

This one stumped you for a minute. Though the thought had crossed your mind quite often, you couldn't quite pinpoint which special drink he’d appreciate the most. Something warm… something reflecting how you feel about him.

“I think that you should get the Time Flies; it's this black tea latte with orange zest and it's really… cozy.”

“Okay, I'll try it the next time I go.” 

And he did. The first sip he took felt like smooth gold hitting his tongue. So warm and rich that it had apparently induced the vivid image of the sunset from his grandmother’s porch. He was remembering the orange glow of everything the light touched. The whole day, he was feeling incredibly nostalgic, he even did some of the things he used to do when he was a kid, like watch old black and white movies and make dinner with his mom (even if it was through a phone call).

He told you all of this with one of the most handsome smiles you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.

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 “So,” you start once everything is situated on your living room table, the two floor pillows that play hosts to your guy’s lower halves sit diagonal from each other.

“So.”

“Everything is practically done, I just wanted to… call this meeting so we could just quickly skim over it and see if there was anything in the powerpoint that needed fixing and or adjusting.”

“Very reasonable reason to call this meeting but both of us have been looking at this practically nonstop… so I’m pretty sure it's good.”

“Well it’s due next class and I know we finished it up a few a couple of days ago but… there is absolutely nothing wrong with striving for perfection. And if anything, I’m trying to save your reputation.” he choked at the accusation you were attempting to make, “Oh yea! How are you going to get away with making that bold statement in front of the class, do a whole project on it, and then just… have it not be anything short of jaw dropping?” you didn't even wait for him to speak, “exactly. Your rep is on the line, I'm just the sorry person who got stuck with you.” You smirk, driving your ludacris point home while crossing your arms over your chest. 

Scoffing, he leaned over and lightly shoved you, “we got to choose are partners for this project! You chose to be with me!” his cry caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth as you readjusted yourself onto your pillow, “that's neither here nor there.” you try your best snotty act as you stick your nose up in the air.

“Okay okay then, your grace, let us go over the powerpoint,” he jested along and gave you a slight bow.

After a quick runthrough, everything seemed spick and span, so the two of you became more relaxed and sunk into the larger floor pillows once again. 

“So… I noticed that you finally got something from your shop.” Sero gestured over to the other paper cup on the table. “I have never seen you with your own coffee before, why today?”

Your cheeks involuntarily began to heat up; the drink he was referring to was none other than the Love Me or Love Me Not. Usually, you never went out of your way to make it, but for the occasion, it was necessary. It was the last time you guys were going to meet up for the project and you just… had to know. 

Let it be known, messing with love potions wasn’t your forte, you preferred for everything romantic to be consensual and untampered with- that's why this brew in particular was one that you preferred out of all the ones that are out there. When made correctly, the person drinking it should be able to look at their crush (in person) and if the crush liked them back, then the drinker would get a fierce wave of goosebumps; if the person did not like them romantically, their head world ache for just a few minutes before going back to normal. Simple and effective, plus no one gets roughed up or drugged.

Not a single sip had been taken yet, you were on edge about the situation. This was the first time you had ever made it for yourself, and it was pretty nerve wracking to see if this man who you began harboring feelings for liked you the same. 

It’s surely gone cold by now but that wasn’t going to stop you. “Oh! Uh- I was just really craving this drink today.” You say lamely before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a gulp. 

The smell of rose hit your nose before you could register the taste. The evenly sweet syrup paired with the strong espresso danced on your tongue before you swallowed it. You softly sighed, it tasted delicious. Another sip slipped past your lips. 

A roll of relief cascaded through you when an intense wave of goosebumps rose on your poked at your skin, causing you to cough and sputter. Eyes going wide and squeezing shut as the coughs wracked through your body. 

He likes you.

While coming down from your fit, you semi glance at Hanta who had almost instantly appeared by your side, patting and gently rubbing your back. 

“Is there liquor in that?” He joked as he handed you your drink so you could have more liquid to ease your throat.

You shook your head after drinking some more and cracking a grin. It might’ve been too big of a smile for someone who just choked but you didn’t care. Sero Hanta… likes you. 

Unable to help it, you glance down at his lips only to realize how close he is. Your grin slowly drops, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Can I uh.. can I try your drink?” He says, face red with blush. 

As you go to hand him your drink, he leans in and cups your jaw- causing your whole body to still, even your heart stopped to join the languor.

 He peaks his tongue out to softly lap up a drop that must have been on your lip, before capturing your lips with his. 

It felt like your mind shut down, and all you can feel is how soft his lips are and how sweetly he’s kissing you. Almost hesitantly. 

He pulls away in attempts to find your gaze to decipher how you felt about it. 

Your breath is ragged as you look back at him- everything and nothing is going on in your head in that moment, unable to speak, until you see the goosebumps that coat his body. 

Your heart thumps impossibly faster as you realize that not only does he like you… but he truly believes. He believes in the two of you, he believes in love, and he believes in magic. 

Without another second to waste, you tackle him in a hug and find your lips on his in a way that you know you’ll never get enough of. 

special extra ! : you and Hanta in the fall- Season of the Witch with almond milk, hot; dirty chai latte with a bewitched cinnamon stick to help keep you warm ;) , even on the coldest of days ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

The cold nips at your nose just as big hands nip at your waist, causing you to let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp. A flash of soft black hair blurred your vision before cold lips meet yours. “Hanta,” you sigh into the kiss before pulling away and giggling. 

You were heading back to your apartment after a day shift at work, the sky already becoming darker because of the autumnal equinox. 

“What are you doing? I thought I was gonna meet you at my place.” You say as your fingers intertwined and your step fell into pace with his. He pulled you closer so that you were basically leaning into him as you walked.

“You know those chocolate and pumpkin scones you baked for me? The special ones?” He quietly moaned. 

Your eyes go wide as he purposely guided your intertwined hands over his blatant bulge.

“Hanta you weren’t supposed to eat those until later, the spell usually kicks in within the next 30 minutes!” You giggle again. 

A few weeks after you two started officially dating, you formally sat him down and explained everything you didn't when talking about your guys’ past- the memories of frolicking through tall grass and talking to your mother’s familiar, to getting your job at the cafe. He told you that it was a lot to take in, but never did he push you away. When he went to the cafe, he was more observant. Somewhere in the months between June and July, he slowly became more and more interested in the rituals you would do and the potions you would make. He wanted to start joining in. Now in October, he loves seeing your crystals around your house and all the different herbs you grow in the sills of your window. When he found out that you could bake magical pastries with certain herbs, he almost immediately asked you to bake him some. At first, it started as something simple like a sage and rosemary savory loaf that helped cleanse your pallet of any negative energy. Then it started becoming more and more intricate, and that's how the two of you ended up here.

 “I know but fuck-- I was hungry and they looked so good, and now I’m hard and I need you.” he spoke lowly. 

This was going to be fun. 

The rest of the way, you were casually asking him things that shouldn't be heard in a public setting, “What is it you want to taste first, Hanta?”

“How badly do you want to fuck me into the mattress? Hm? Have your big cock stretch me out?”

“Wanna fill me up?”

By the time you both got to your apartment, there was no fumbling with the keys to get your door to open, you already had them out; getting through the door took three seconds tops. Next thing you know, your back was against the closest wall, your hands pulling at his tied up hair and scraping your nails against his scalp when the soft locks fell. One of his big hands lifted up a leg of yours and he groaned as he thrust upward against your heat.

“Fuck-” he panted into the kiss before trailing down your neck, still holding up one leg while the other hand finds itself under your shirt, his fingers hot to the touch. 

Releasing your leg and dropping to his knees, he looked up at you as he fumbled with the button of your pants. You lace your fingers in his hair, feeling him yank the material down your legs, tossing the one leg over your less dominant leg over your shoulder, and when a warm muscle hits your sopping clothed core, you pull his hair harder to apply more pressure.

“Look at me when I have you in my mouth, I wanna see how much you enjoy this.” 

You felt yourself clench, and apparently so did he, because a smirk grew on his lips. “Oh, you like when I say things like that?”

“H-hanta, please.. '' your voice wavered before you sucked in a sharp gasp. He had a finger, then two inside of you in no time, the other hand keeping the underwear out of the way so his lips could wrap around your clit.

He was pumping in and out of you faster and faster, occasionally switching the pace to unbearably slow and when you would whine, he’d tilt his head up, mid lick, to throw you a teasing glance before picking up the pace. He bagan curling his fingers, hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling and with the pressure building up, it had you panting out a breathy repetitive stream of his name. 

“‘M gonna cum Hanta, hh-” you moaned out before clenching your eyes shut, your body involuntarily shaking above him. And right below you, he was ready to lick up everything you had to offer.

Holding you steady as he came up to kiss you, your juices still on his lips, “you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. The short sobering moment hit as soon as he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, but after he tossed you onto the bed, the look he gave you as he was unbuttoning his pants drew your mind hazy again.

“Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, to have you a drooling mess because of my cock.” he huskily whispered, giving you so many delicious previews of how the night will go. “You want that, pretty? Use your words.” he said as he crawled over to you and caged you in. The scent of cedar wood and citrus clouded your senses.

“Yes please Hanta!” you whine, “wanna feel stuffed b’cause of your cum. Please fill me up--” you whimper out, cutting yourself off when you felt his leaky tip at your wet entrance. 

Just like each time you two have been intimate, he guides himself slowly until he's in to the hilt of his pelvis, “shit, squeezing me so hard- c-an i move?” he moans out. 

Unable to form coherent sentences, you frantically nod and squeak out, “yes!”

With your permission granted, he eases in a thrust before he starts snapping his hips into you.

“Fuck, look at you, milking my cock so good-” he moaned, as he leaned in and kissed you. Each sharp thrust jolted you upwards, proving just how powerful his thrusts were. You threw your arms around his neck for the slight stability.

You began to let out little moans into the kiss that spurr him further; everything was beginning to get to him. How tight you felt around him, the feel of your tongue against his, the sloppy wet noises of your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum-- i'm gonna cum!” he choked out. 

You clawed at his back while whimpering pleas for him to fill you up, “fill me up with your cum, your cock fills me so good, please Hanta, more- more!”

You were clenching around him hard, and to bring you right to his level, he found your puffy clit and began a quick circular motion that made your jaw go slack, causing more frequent clenches.

His mind blurred as he pushed himself the deepest he could, moaning out your name and a gruff curse before emptying himself into you. 

You felt him twitch inside of you right before hot seed coated your already warm walls, and that’s what pushed you into a convulsion of ecstasy. 

He lazily humped his hips into you as you rode out your high before pulling out and rolling next to you.

Calling out your name to bring your attention to him, he pulls you into his chest where you could feel his racing heart, “what if… I started singing that song from hocus pocus? You know the one..” 

What a goof, you thought to yourself, playfully smacking his chest as you roll your eyes, looking up at him. 

“I put a spell on you… and now you're mine…” you begin to whisper, earning a hearty laugh from you boyfriend.

Maybe it was mutual, but quite possibly he had put a spell on you. And you were more than okay with it.

[akumaalert]

not a request just sharing bc i couldn't stop thinking of just "what if lucky called heis good boy" like how he calls her good girl sometimes but like.. i'm pretty sure he would break

This was supposed to be a mini-fic....but...uh....it'll likely be the first chapter of "Divergence" instead LMAO But hope you enjoy!

Good Boy

Karl Heisenberg x Reader, Explicit

CW: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Happy Ending, Virgin!Karl Heisenberg

An AU happening during chapter 19 of "Heavy Metal Lover" but can be read without reading the main story.

"Unfh..."

That had been the first noise from Lucky besides the scratch of a pencil against paper that he had heard in about an hour.

Stuck in his office with her as he searched for a misplaced - not lost, just misplaced! - core schematic, Heisenberg tried to ignore the nagging thought of how domestic the space had become. Lucky never moved his things - something he was infinitely grateful for. He could recall too well his ever boiling frustration at having his room "cleaned" when living in the castle. The maids were well-meaning, but always adjusting. The room he had held would have felt more his own had he been able to move his own furniture around without the chambermaids fawning over him.

"No, no, young Lord Heisenberg! This is all wrong...off you go...go play...we will fix this mess."

Now on his own and in his element of chaos, he felt comforted, even if secretly so, that Lucky never seemed to complain.

Comforted...but cautious.

The day at the stronghold seemed stamped into his memory...right in the front for all to see. It remained a wonder Lucky didn't see it on his face.

The knowledge.

The horrible, horrible knowledge.

Love.

Staring at an old newspaper clip-out that he had saved with a picture of a modern car on its faded pages, he absently pushed the glasses back up his nose.

It tired him - the constant need to flip back and forth between acknowledging his feelings and thrusting them as far down as he could manage. Drowning them out with that beautiful sound of cinching machinery. Allowing them to seep into him with every laugh from her lips.

Heisenberg was starting to fall in love with the woman. The woman he had failed to kill - the lucky one to survive his maze. The woman his mother expected him to impregnate in order for Miranda's mad vessel to be born and to be killed all in the name of misery.

Misery otherwise known as Eva.

Slowly but certainly, Lucky was driving him insane. Reminding him of things he could never, ever have. Teasing him over and over for days on end.

Heisenberg remembered all too well his reason for entering the office. He had nearly sliced his own arm clean off his shoulder when he lost himself to his situation. To the possibility that, despite his body being so ill-suited for the task, Lucky could have his child. Would want his child. His thoughts, as they so often did, snapped back to the need for freedom - for the need for the arms to come loose from his latest corpse to transform them into one of his many soldiers.

But the more he thought of freedom, the more she sat in the background of his mind.

The more she sat there, the more his tired musings began to stitch together.

The more freedom and Lucky - the two dreams of his world - became intertwined.

He had been thinking of her - of Lucky - beside him the day that he won freedom from the village.

Won freedom...and her.

"You did it, Heis! You did it!"

Lucky would never know how dear it was to him...the fact that her emotions ran so freely with her very being. Beaming. She would do nothing less than beam at him. Her eyes would glow and crinkle at their tails as they did when she gave him her most genuine smiles.

"You did it. You're free. Our...our family is free."

"...family?"

She would grab his hand. Just one. He needed the other steady on her cheek.

Lucky would bring that hand clasped in her own to her belly.

"Our family..."

"Our...another...another Heisenberg?"

In his dreams, she shyly escaped his gaze to nod.

"You...you haven't been alone. Not with me. Not with the start of our family. But now...now, Heis..." Her eyes popped back up all soft and sincere. "Now you'll never be alone again. Not with our baby Heisenberg on the way..."

The only break from his reverie was the slice to one of his favorite stained t-shirts. Only the fact that it was Heisenberg's powers directing the saw had it falling to the floor instead of through his tensed skin.

Heisenberg could only stand in shocked silence. The arm that had been spared from the violence came to grab his shoulder. Though no injury had occurred, he felt stabbed all the same.

Family...and joy?

Lucky...with him?

Another Heisenberg...alive?

A thought washed over him like ice entering his veins.

A boy or a girl...would we have a boy or a girl first?

First.

As if Lucky wished to be objected to more of his perverted and preposterous daydreams.

When he left the room, the metal was still shaking.

"Gotta get that fucking schematic...keep forgetting it...keep going to the office and...fuck...keep talking to her. Gotta stop fucking talking to her. Schematic. Get the fucking schematic."

Lucky had been asleep in bed when he first entered. A rushing relief to his soul. But as the search for the schematic went from flipping through one file to frantically reshuffling the wayward stack the paper should have been in, he knew it was only a matter of time before she would appear.

"Oh...ah!" Lucky yawned all cute and squeaky. "Good morning, Heis."

"Morning," he said flatly. "You...you move any of these lately?"

"No," she said sleepily. "I don't touch those...way above my pay grade. What are you looking for?"

"Core schematic," he grumbled. "Not fucking here...where the hell did I put it?"

Though Lucky made a very pointless questioning noise, she said nothing as she sat down and began her daily transcriptions. Hell, he had been grateful. She showed concern because she was simply a good person beneath all of the trauma and the terror she had reigned on his self-image. But she didn't pry or attempt to enter his space afterward where she would clearly only be in the way.

But that was before her second moan filled the office.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, never looking up from his stack of papers.

A frustrated sigh and a grumble came from the desk chair.

"Think I slept on my neck funny last night," she said. "Doesn't help that my posture is shit. Just making it impossible to find a good angle to work in."

Growing agitated at his fruitless search, Heisenberg whipped around to look at her. "Want some help?"

"Mmn?"

"Want a massage or something?" he offered. "A...ha! You'll find this funny. Supersized one up in the castle? Used to love to make me massage her neck when I was a kid. Fucking manual labor when I was barely old enough to write. Had maids to do it - an assload at that - and forced me to instead."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Lucky frowned. "Was it...did she...did she hurt you? Like...if you didn't do it?"

"Ah nah," he said, taking careful steps over to Lucky. "Told you...when I was a kid, I was off limits. I whine about it now...but...well...I was a kid. Bitch loves kids. So I had to massage her back...but only part of this stupid salon thing we used to do together. It was nothing. Stupid. Just like her."

He did not know what to make of Lucky's face. Tilting her head, she steadied a look on him that could only be called curious.

"It's...it's a good memory? Of Alcina when you were small?"

Heisenberg scoffed.

"It's a memory," he said, standing behind Lucky with a wide stance and an even wider stare at her neck. "Not good or bad...just...there. Now...where's it hurt, kid?"

Raising a hand, Lucky placed her fingers on a section of her neck before swirling her touch.

"Ah...there...like just this one spot, but fanning out..."

"Okay...looks like your C7."

"My what now?"

Chuckling, Heisenberg moved her hand out of the way. "Your C7 vertebrae. Duck your chin down so I can get in here properly."

Doing as she was told, Lucky's head moved forward and Heisenberg placed his gloved hands against her neck. His thumbs encased the pained area and began to move in slow yet sturdy circles.

Lucky immediately began squirming.

"Can you maybe try without the gloves?" she asked. "Those are like...rough or something."

Casting off his gloves quickly, Heisenberg rolled his shoulders before trying again. "Wah, wah, wah...doing you a favor and you're out here complaining. That better, your highness?"

"Yes, actually," she said, relaxing. "And thank you. Asshole."

Puffing air out of his mouth, Heisenberg merely shook his head as he kneaded her skin.

"Mmn!"

Heisenberg tried to hide his stillness by immediately starting to massage her skin again.

But the noise could not be ignored.

"What was that?"

"Your hands...they're so warm. Fuck...feels good."

"Oh..." he said dumbly. Blinking down at her, he turned his head away as he kept his fingers in motion.

The fact that his cock had begun to waken in his pants was not lost on him.

"Are you using your electric powers? Is that why it feels so good?"

"Nah...really shouldn't do that on the living above the waist."

Above the waist...but below the waist...

"Ah," he continued, running his teeth over the scar on his lower lip. "Cause of the heart or whatever. Probably your brain too from this angle. Could fry both without meaning to. And I was working...earlier. Probably why they feel hot."

Lucky sighed as he continued to work her neck. His fingers were sweeping but slow. He had started off so intently and so rough. What had happened?

I felt her skin. Felt her beneath me. Felt her neck...for all she knows I could snap it right now and instead of being afraid she's welcoming me...she trusts me...trusts me enough to let me do this...

The next round of his fingers on her neck dipped into skin purposeful in their worship.

Her response was immediate.

"Oh...oh...good boy," she whispered.

To say he was lost for words was like calling water wet.

Though he kept his massage in a rhythmic round, his eyes were wide as they could possibly be behind his glasses. So wide that they hurt.

What the hell did she just do to me?

If he had to go off of physical injury, he would say she punched him in the stomach with all the force of a train running at full speed.

If he had to go off of an attack to his psyche, he would say she wormed her way into some long buried and forgotten wire that sent his entire brain into overdrive.

If he had to go off the erection now straining against his paints, he would say that he was royally fucked.

"You really are so good at this," she said, her voice still breathless. "Good boy...my good boy, Heis."

Heisenberg snatched his hands away as if Lucky were lava.

"Wait! No...what's wrong?" she asked, turning slightly to look at him.

If she looks down...if she sees...

"GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!" he exclaimed suddenly.

Lucky's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him.

Then she nodded with a laugh playing at her lips.

"Yeah. Go. Just come back and finish your massage."

Before he could finish blinking, he found himself storming down the hallway.

Well...intending to storm. His gait was impacted a bit by his dick standing at full mast and his hands hurriedly attempting to unbuckle the straps around his pants.

So FUCKING dumb. A shit? Really? he thought, visibly grimacing. It would have probably been less embarrassing to admit I was about to jack it to her calling me hers.

Hers...her good boy...good...I'm her good boy...hahaha...

What am I? A fucking dog?

...don't answer that.

Rushing into the break room, he considered the couch before catching sight of the bathroom. With a flick of one wrist as his other hand pulled his cock from his underwear and pants, Heisenberg slammed open the bathroom door.

He managed to slide his pants down his legs as he sat on the toilet and closed the door with the weakest of hand movements.

Finally free from judgment, Heisenberg hissed as he fumbled his glasses to the nearby counter and took himself into his hand.

"Good boy...her good boy...fuck...fuck yeah I am, baby..."

A groan and a grunt fell from his lips as he jerked his hand along his shaft.

All too often this act had been nothing but release from tension. An exploration so technical and so tedious as to be boring. But now with Lucky at his side and in his bed - however platonically she slept there - the images that plagued him seemed vibrantly real and tempting in their joyful teasing.

Imaginings - hopes and dreams and fantasies - that he could only cling onto in the moment.

The desk.

He would take her right on that same desk she was taking notes on.

"Oh, Karl," she would say, despite not knowing his first name. "Gonna be my good boy?"

"Yes," he said aloud, eyes closing and mind prickling with sights of her and waves of pleasure.

Lucky would be splayed on his desk - lying on her back and presenting herself to him as if she were a meal to be consumed instead of a darling treasure to worship.

"That's good...only good boys are allowed to fuck me. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes...yes...god fucking damnit. YES." Huffing and hating the tremble in his thighs, Heisenberg bucked into his hand. "Yes...only me...wanna be your good boy. I'll be so good for you. Only you, Mein Schatz..."

A dirty laugh from her lips. The Lucky of his dreams becoming more and more defined as she palmed one breast and teased her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

"Mmm...know what you're saying you know...my treasure...that's so cute...been feeling the same way about you lately...thinking of you...dreaming of you...my good boy want to tell me what else he's been feeling? Mmn? Big boy wanna tell me before you put your cock inside of me?"

Lips loose along with his pleasure, Heisenberg found he could not build his voice to say the words aloud.

So he mouthed them instead. Mouthed them and stuttered in his quest for pleasure as his hand curled about his shaft at the "lah" tipping silently from his tongue.

"Oh, darling..." A smile. She'd smile. Genuine and sweet and sincere and all for him. "I love you too, Karl."

"Mmnnn....ah...fu-UCK!" With a panicked inhale, Heisenberg quickly pinched the head of his cock to prevent his end from coming too soon. "No, no, no...not yet...not yet...please..."

Though the pleasure was unlike anything he had previously experienced and his calves clenched in protest of a release delayed, his oncoming orgasm stalled and began to fade.

"Such a good boy," said Lucky, eyeing him in his fantasy like she would look at a drink of water on a hot day. "That's right. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"

A nod of his head.

"Good, good boy. My good boy. Good Karl. Come on...think it's time you got your treat...here...I'll help you..."

With her fingers moving to fully expose the inside of that wet and preciously pink pussy of hers, Lucky looked up at him with a lidded look.

Heisenberg had no experience with another person when it came to handling his physical pleasure. Hell, with any pleasure or positive feeling at all. Except maybe the triumph of victory over others, he had never had the chance to experience happiness - true happiness and trust and faith in another soul.

Until her.

And for her...for her he would indulge and give himself freely...if only locked away inside of his mind.

Inexperience taking a back seat to passion, he pictured himself guiding his cock into her waiting and welcoming body. Maybe he would steady himself with a hand on her hip or simply with a heated stare into her eyes.

He all but strangled his cock to try to mimic a feeling he had never known and had never thought to miss before her.

"Uh-huh," whined Lucky in his dreams. "Oh...you're so big...fill me up just right. So fucking thick..."

"Hah...ah...your good boy big enough for you?"

"Yes...oh yes...yes...so big...such a perfect dick...please...please Karl...Heis...please, baby, please...Heis?"

When he began to rut into his own hand with a purpose, he felt flames like that of standing directly beside the blaring crucible dancing across his cheeks. Though some of his daydream seemed vague and hard to read, he had enough to know that he could not delay the inevitable for much longer. Lucky - the real and actual Lucky - was still waiting for him back in the office. Waiting and none the wiser to his desperate need for her affection. It sickened him - the want for anything and everything to do with her.

Sickened him...and sent electric shocks of white pleasure down his spine.

"So fucking perfect...you're so fucking perfect for me, Lucky...oh..."

"Heis..."

"Huh...ah...already so close...so damn worked up...can't stand it...can't stand you looking like that..."

"Like what?"

Heaving and heatedly squirming where he sat, Heisenberg noticed for the first time that one of his boots jutted up and down on the floor beneath him. As if his entire body refused to be still.

"Most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen," he bit out. "Please...please, Luck...I know it's soon...but please..."

A tilted head and a gentle grin. A pointer finger that danced around her clit and drew his eyes away only long enough for her to breathe out shallow and short. His eyes snapped back to hers immediately.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come...let me come inside you...wanna...wanna take you...claim you...don't want you with anyone else ever again."

Glinting eyes and lush eyelashes.

"You're gonna be all that to me, Heis? Well...in that case..."

Her lips finding his own. His very first kiss - albeit imaginary. Her lips soft but without taste. His own lips puckering even as they trembled from the need for more.

"In that case," she continued, taunting him in his ear. "Come, Heis. Be a good boy and come for me."

Hindsight would have him chastising himself for not thinking to grab some tissue. In the moment, however, he was too busy panting and watching his cum dot the floor in thick strips. Heisenberg growled...tried to hold on to the image of her with one eye still closed.

Reality settled in on him. Settled in even as his stomach quivered underneath his shirt and his orgasm began to relax into his bones. It was pleasant and his every nerve seemed to stand on edge. Tingles of pleasure radiated from his chest to his feet flat against the floor. Gulping in air, he knew he had never come so hard before in his life. It was good...great even.

But it was not her. It was not enough.

Clean up was a quick and tedious affair. Lucky could not know what he had done in her quarters. The tissues he found too late to wipe his seed from the floor were tossed and flushed away. He checked the room once and then again once his shades were back on his face.

Finishing the belt at the top of his pants, he cleared his throat before exiting.

The television in the break room still hummed though it sat completely dead in the meager light from the ceiling.

Shit...glad she wasn't in here. Never had anyone here to care about when I got down to business...no telling what my powers do with electronics...

The schematic. He had to find that damn schematic.

Trying to level his breathing as he stalked the hallway, Heisenberg considered the day before him. Lucky had not wished to attend a revitalization attempt with him yet. While he didn't intend to push her into seeing something that might scar her again, it might be worthwhile to have her eyes in the room at some point. She hadn't complained about the notes yet. Maybe he should offer? Make it sound like a small deal and let her in when it was near completion? Give her a taste before exposing her to more?

Fucking stupid...it's all so fucking stupid...what happened to me? If she were any assistant, I would just drag her ass there and have her record the whole thing. Fuck me with all this concerned shit.

But she's not just any assistant...

Entering the office, he stilled at the doorway when he saw Lucky facing him from her chair.

"Uh...hey," he said, licking his lips. "Sorry about that. Took...ah...let's just forget it."

"Actually," she began. "I need to be honest with you. Because of what happened before..."

Eyebrows shooting up, he stood in silence before she continued.

"Um...so...I was sitting here...sitting here and trying to rub my neck or whatever..."

"Yes?"

"Well...the radio came on and it freaked me out a little bit..." She paused, her fidgety look dropping to the floor. "But...the more I listened...the more I...recognized your voice."

"My...my voice?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg could not move. He shouldn't be looking at her, but he was afraid if he blinked that the tension would break and she would begin laughing or cursing or, worst of all, apologizing.

"Umm...it...I heard you. And I guess you were...I guess it was real time." A tent of her fingers and a swallow in her throat. "I heard your comment and responded and...I think...I think you could hear me too. Possibly? You seemed to...seemed to be replying to what I said directly."

Shame. Shame for a million years fell on his shoulders that had felt so light before.

"Where?" he managed to say. "Where did you come in? What comment did you respond to?"

How she looked at him, he had no idea. She was far braver than he could ever be. Heisenberg planned to face down Miranda without a single hesitation one day on that glorious battlefield where his freedom could be won.

But now? Faced with Lucky standing and walking toward him with the full weight of her eyes upon him?

He looked away.

"You said...you asked me if my good boy was big enough for me."

The purr in her voice. The sound of her steps growing closer. The burn in his throat.

"After that," she said. "I called your name...I...responded to you and you to me."

"That didn't...I..." He shook his head. "I...umm..."

"Can I hold your hand?"

Head shooting up, Heisenberg caught her heated look. The same heated look she had worn in his dreams.

He nodded. Nodded even though he barely registered it until she took his hand and steps to press herself flush against him.

When she spoke, it was hushed and low.

For him and him only.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom...freshen up. Since we know you can communicate from the radio to the television...I want you to tell me when it's okay to come back here. I'm giving you two options."

Heisenberg hung on her every word and looked at her as if she controlled his every movement.

"The first...you can leave. Can give me enough time to go there...find what you were looking for...then tell me you're off to do whatever. I won't mention this again. We won't mention it."

Silence fell between the two of you. A crackle of the radio to the side of the room.

"And the other option?" he asked, voice nearly breaking.

A shy look. A happy tilt of her lips.

"The other option...you can rest for a bit before I come back here and make whatever fantasy you were having come true."

A mouth drier than dry left his tongue feeling too large. Too large and too needed to swipe across his lips.

"You don't have to answer now-"

"The second one," he said. "Second one. Want that one. Screw the first one."

A bright and happy smile. A smile that crinkled the tail of her eyes and lit up her face.

She was beaming at him. Squeezing his hand before parting from him.

Not for long...not for damn long if he could help it.

"You give me the word then, good boy," she teased, walking out of the room.

Legs nearly buckling and sending him to the ground, Heisenberg took uneasy steps to his office chair before throwing himself on it. His entire body buzzed, though it seemed far less like electricity and far more like promise and hope. Not love on her end...not yet. But a maybe. Potential.

More.

Grinning stupidly and looking at the desk, he made quick work of clearing the area for the fun he planned on having from his daydream to come true.

As soon as he picked up the recorder Lucky used to transcribe his notes, Heisenberg saw it.

That damned schematic.

His last visit to this same room. A note on said schematic stating "DON'T FORGET" in large words. A note he carelessly put there before guiding Lucky to sit down to look at her transcriptions and laugh with her over the sixth stable boy in one week to die of drunken stupidity.

Quietly and contentedly, he opened the desk drawer to stuff the schematic inside.

"Mmn...don't think I'll need you for a while yet actually..." Eyeing the radio on the wall, Heisenberg tossed his glasses to the table and tried to slick and perfect the wiry hair about his head. "Oh, Lucky, honey...room is ready whenever you are...and so is your good boy."

[daegall]

Coming home

pairing: long distance boyfriend! Donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: uuuuuhhhh swearing?

word count: 1.6 k words

a/n: YOOOO A CONVENIENCE STORE JUST OPENED UP NEXT TO MY GRANDPAS PLACE NO LITERALLY ITS RIGHT NEXT DOOR WATCH ME COME BACK HOME WITH A TON OF ICE CREAM 😎😎 also tell me what you think of this, it's a bit different from my usual writing :) (Sungchan blurb coming out tomorrow for knet-bakery’s nostalgic melodies event!! Please look forward to it <33)

AAANNNNNNDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEST LEADER TY TRACK!!!!!!!!!!!! KING DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLDDDD <3333

networks: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi

🎶: coming home - nct u

5 months. 5 months without Donghyuck. 5 months without his touch, his warm embraces, his soft voice, his teasing remarks. 5 months of yearning for his featherlight touch, boyish grin, spontaneity, his reassurance and sincerity.

5 days until he arrives. 5 more days until you will be with him, 5 more days until you can love him.

Your eyes stay on the calendar for much longer than intended, calculating every single moment until the date hits Friday, waiting for the hour hands to move in the clock. For once in your life, you wish time would go faster.

The movie in front of you is basically useless, it’s his favorite Christmas movie. You can’t stand a second watching it without waiting for time to tick by or constantly thinking of him.

Your foot taps rapidly on the ground, teeth finding themselves chewing and gnawing at your lower lip yet once again. Friday, when will you come?

It’s felt too long without him, his arms wrapping around your body, his lips pressing softly against your burning skin, his hair softly tickling your nose, you’re becoming anxious.

5 days, just 5 days.

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5 hours. Just 5 more hours.

5 hours until you can whisper how much you missed him, 5 hours until you can finally get shitty convenience store noodles with him, until you can freeze the shit out of your brains with the cold slushies.

You slip on your sweater quickly, bouncing out of bed after the sudden spontaneous decision to get to the airport early. It’s only 3 in the afternoon, the flight lands at 8, and not to mention the baggage pick up and all that other things, that's bound to be another 40 minutes.

You stop yourself before you could lock the door to your apartment, cursing and taking the key out from the keyhole. It’s too early. You don’t want to wait too desperately for him 2 hours before he even arrives.

‘2 hours.’ You tell yourself, ‘you can go in 2 hours.’

5 hours of impatience and anticipation is a lot harder to handle that 5 hours of a normal day.

What can you do in 5 hours? Surely, you could call Donghyuck, text him, send him a video or photo, anything.

Your head swarms more and more with thoughts of your distant significant other, the image of him printed permanently in your mind for you to cherish and enjoy while he’s gone.

5 months, he didn’t change that much, right? He never fell for someone else, right? There’s no way.

There’s a sudden swing in your mood, from frantic and yearning, to worried and doubtful, 5 months could really affect one.

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5 minutes, god you’re literally shaking in anticipation. 5 minutes until you know you cry, 5 minutes until you’re in his embrace, 5 minutes until you can kiss his most likely chapped lips.

You decided to stay home, after you promised Donghyuck you would wait at home for him after he quickly texted you before the flight landed.

You’re unaware that in 5 minutes, the person you’ve longed most is coming through the front door, in 5 minutes you’ll be able to hold him and kiss him and finally be with him.

Maybe you should take a nap? Eat a snack? Clean the house?

4 minutes.

You slump into the couch, scrunching your face up in frustration. It’s been too long since you’ve been with Donghyuck. Without a fucking screen separating you apart.

There’s a hole in your chest, you can feel it, its dark and empty and swirling with eagerness. It’s eager for something, you know exactly what.

It’s waiting for Donghyuck’s love to come and fill up that void, to complete yourself.

Waiting for your better half.

3 minutes.

You can’t pay attention to the movie. What’s the point of watching a Christmas movie when it’s by yourself? Your eyes trail to the window next to the couch, where the snow falls ever so gracefully, covering the ground in a beautiful white.

Usually, you would always wish to go outside and play in the snow, but you have nothing but impatience in your body as you wait for your lover to come through the doors and welcome you in a hug.

2 minutes.

Is he stuck in traffic? Was there no taxi left?

1 minute.

You’re sure there were many taxis left, didn’t you book one for him? Did you forget? Oh no, did you?

50 seconds.

You curse at yourself and stand up abruptly, reaching over to the lamp table next to the couch to grasp at the keys.

45 seconds.

Dashing to the door, you are unaware of the figure behind it, hauling his heavy luggage up the stairs with such speed as well.

30 seconds.

You’re grabbing your puffy coat from the coat hanger, your heart clenching at the empty spot next to it, where Donghyuck’s coat will be hung.

It only urges you further to quicken up and get to the airport on time.

25 seconds.

But that’s nearly impossible, will all the snow and traffic, halfway there and he could already be waiting for you at home.

20 seconds.

It doesn’t stop you, you still have the large urge to see him come out the gate yourself, be reassured that he is here, he’s going to stay.

15 seconds.

Donghyuck huffs and wipes at the cold sweat on the back of his neck, when did the stairs suddenly become longer? Was it always that hard to get up?

10.

Your long distance boyfriend faces the door, the familiar wooden, authentic door he hasn’t seen in too long for his liking. This is it.

You’re right behind that door, stopping in your tracks to question if your actions are worth it.

Just wait, you tell yourself. He will come.

5.

But greed takes over. It’s taking over your hand that is reaching for the door knob and twisting the cold metal to open the door.

4.

Strangely, there is a weight causing the knob to twist easier, which is weird, the knob has always been a bit rusty and hard to twist open.

3.

Donghyuck thinks the same thing, wondering if you finally fixed it with some oil or changed it.

2.

Even at the smallest opening of the door, the cold gush of wind pushes in and blows against your warm skin, goosebumps being the result of such action.

As the door opens wider, you spot a familiar black luggage, the brown coat you bought as a birthday present for your boyfriend, and what’s best, is your boyfriend himself, whose expressions change as well as yours when he sees you as well.

1.

In the span of a single second, Donghyuck is barging in and swooping you up in his arms, the snow from his coat falling between your own jacket and slipping into your neck and shoulders.

The cold is nothing compared to the nostalgic warmth of Donghyuck’s arms you missed oh so much, his skin burning against yours as you bury your face in the side of his neck.

You’ve grown a few inches, Donghyuck notices, because you only have to tiptoe to reach his shoulder. He can’t help but notice the smallest, most simplest things. Like how the living room has changed a little bit, just a few more pots of plants here and there, the tv playing his favorite Christmas movie, his hoodie he left for you sitting on the couch, he notices every little thing, and instantly adores all of them.

You also notice everything too, the way his shoulders have grown broader, the hairs on the back of his neck that grew longer, heck, even his new shoes he was sure you wouldn’t notice.

One thing that doesn’t change, you notice as you pull away slightly to look into Donghyuck’s eyes, is the love in them. The warmness and adoration pooling in them. The sparkle that they hold.

What also is pooling in his eyes are tears, happy tears, at the sight of you smiling oh so brightly just for him, all for him to cherish.

“Fuck, you don’t even know how much I missed you,” he breathes out, sighing at the feeling of your fingers softly carding through his snowy hair.

A soft smile adorns your lips, your lips Donghyuck has longed for so long, your lips he still longs to kiss.

And so he does. He plunges forward to take your lips passionately between his, the feeling of them crashing together sending his heart into a frenzy. Donghyuck’s mind is blank, only you in it, your hands lightly tugging at his hair, the smooth skin of your neck as he pulls you closer, your heart beating against his. He’s finally home.

Donghyuck attempts to dive back in and chase your lips when you pull away, but is stopped by your fingers pressing against his lips and your soft laughter filling the air.

A pout creases his lips, as you pat his cheek and kiss chastely on his red nose, “Go take a shower, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

He indeed catches a small cold that evening, dramatizing the fact that he’s cold, begging for cuddles and for you to feed him, but you’ve simply missed him too much to complain.

What would you even complain about? It’s almost Christmas, he’s home, and he’s going to stay. He will be the one helping you decorate the tree, he’s the one throwing snow at you, he’s the one setting the mistletoe up just as an excuse to kiss you.

He is everything you’ve ever wanted, he is your home.