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rawr-jess · 2 years ago

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Hi bestie!

I’ve been dying to read a hotchniss honeymoon fic where they are in Greece or some island and it actually explores them on honeymoon and Hotch maybe simping for Em in her swimsuit or something and just them being all fluffy and totally domestic😫

I feel like you are one of the few writers that can actually do this suggestion justice!!

By the way, I absolutely love your fics. You got me hooked💞💞

Thank you so much bestie <3

This turned smutty....there is plenty of Aaron simping over his wife. But it's their honeymoon and the smut just kind of happened.

I hope you enjoy this!

-x-

Aphrodite

Now he was here, staring out of the large doors that led to one of the many balconies in the villa she’d booked them, he had to agree that she was right - this was the perfect place for them to have their honeymoon.

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut - 18+ (this might actually be be smuttiest thing I have ever written)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Santorini had been her idea.

Letting Emily choose the honeymoon had been his way of calming her down at the level of her mother’s involvement in their wedding. A balm to soothe her irritation. Something he could whisper in her ear about when he could practically see her considering matricide. It made sense to let her choose for multiple reasons, but mostly because she was significantly more well-travelled than him. He’d never left the USA apart from when he was working in Pakistan, so had very little to go on.

When she’d first told him about where she wanted to go, a small Greek island she’d never been to before, he’d been up for it. The idea of spending time with just her on a beach somewhere was enough to please him.

Then she’d told him it would be two flights. A ten-hour one to Athens, a four-hour layover, and then another hour's flight to the island. He’d been a little hesitant, not a fan of flying commercially at the best of times, but she’d talked him into it.

She’d always been able to convince him of just about anything when she was naked.

A part of him wonders just how much this cost her, but he knew he was better not knowing, well aware that she considered this her gift for them. As if she wasn’t enough of a gift to him herself.

He vaguely hears as Emily thanks the concierge for bringing their bags to the villa, a peaceful lilt to her voice he so rarely got to hear. Most of his attention is on the view in front of him, on the bright blue seas he’d only ever seen in photographs that clearly had not done it justice. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He hears the door to the villa close and he turns to look at his wife, smiling as she stretches her arms above her head, her linen shirt rising up a little to show a sliver of pale skin above the line of her yoga pants.

He looks back at the view from the balcony, the sky and the sea almost merging in front of him, only broken up by the town beneath them, and he smiles.

It was almost the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Emily approaches him from behind, her hand patting his stomach as she stands beside him. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close, kissing the top of her head as she settles against him.

“Wasn’t this worth the two flights, Mr Grumpy?” She asks, tilting her head to look up at him, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“I wasn’t that bad,” he replies, and she chuckles, hooking her hand around the back of his neck to drag him into a kiss.

“I’m surprised the poor check-in agent in Athens didn’t turn to stone, honey,” she says, kissing him again. She pulls away and rests her head on his shoulder, looking at the view in front of them, “I’m glad we made it.”

He trails his hand up and down her side, his fingers finding their way under the hem of the linen shirt she’d travelled in, “I made it clear to everyone that unless the FBI is actively collapsing without us there they aren’t to contact us.”

Emily chuckles and turns her head to press a kiss to his clothed shoulder, “I don’t know what it says about me that I enjoy it when you threaten people for me,” she hears him take a breath, poised to respond with an answer she’s sure would rival some of their best profiles, and she reaches up and covers his mouth, “I don’t an answer thank you very much, let’s not pull at that thread,” she rolls her eyes when he kisses her palm, and she pulls her hand away, “Anyway, that isn’t what I meant,” she smiles shyly at him, biting the inside of her cheek, “I’m glad we made it.”

Aaron smiles at her as what she means sinks in, washing over him like warm air on a spring day, as if she was the sun shining on his face, the break of dawn after the longest night. They’d been through so much, together and apart, to make it this far. To be together and loved and happy in the way they’d both deserved but been kept from for so long. They’d found each other even hidden in plain sight and he liked to believe everything had led him to this, to her.

Against all odds, they’d made it.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, turning her in his embrace so they are facing each other, his hands firm on her back as he holds her close. He leans in for a kiss, something she gratefully returns, and he smiles when he eventually pulls back for air, “Come on,” he says, stamping another kiss against her lips and reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together, “I seem to remember the brochure saying something about a jacuzzi tub.”

___

They spend the first couple of days getting used to the time difference. Hours spent in their own private pool or napping together, wrapped around each other with the windows thrown open as the sea air surrounds them. They video-call Jack to speak to him on the third day, the little boy thrilled to see them both even if it was just on Jessica’s laptop screen.

“I wish I was there,” Jack says, pouting ever so slightly, and Emily grasps her husband's hand, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the back of it, silently stopping any guilt in its tracks before it can bloom, “I bet the pool is so cool.”

Emily laughs, “It is very cool, sweetie,” she says, winking at the young boy over the screen, “I can’t stop your dad from dive-bombing into it.”

Jack joins in on her laughter, the mental image of him jumping into the pool like that as funny as it was ridiculous, and Aaron shakes his head.

“Daddy, you don’t have time to be dive-bomb into the pool,” Jack says, turning serious, a frown on his face that never failed to remind Emily of Aaron.

Emily and Aaron exchange a curious look before returning their attention to the laptop in front of them, “What do you mean, buddy?”

“Uncle Dave came over and helped me with some of my homework,” he says, speaking with such excitement his words start to trip over each other, “And he said you two will be busy making me a little brother or sister-” Aaron chokes on the sip of his beer that he’d just taken. Emily pats his back, covering her reaction with a cough, but Jack carries on as if he hasn’t noticed, “But I would prefer a sister if thats ok?”

Emily recovers first, her hand still rubbing circles on her husband's back, “We’ll keep that in mind, honey.”

Once the call has ended, the laptop shut, Aaron sinks back into the couch, his hand over his eyes as he sighs, “I am going to kill Dave.”

___

Emily had always been beautiful to him, even back when he was married to Haley. When he looked back on it now, Aaron knew that was likely what caused some of his hostility towards her. Fury that he could, and should, have directed inwards for being so captivated by Emily when his marriage was starting to crumble around her.

She’d always been beautiful to him, but seeing her here, free of the day-to-day pressures of their life and the awful things they saw in their work, her beauty was somehow enhanced.

They walk the streets of the local town, their fingers linked together as they wander through the markets and he lets her lead him everywhere. All he can think is how at home she looks. How she looks almost ethereal in her sundress with her hair thrown up in a bun out of the way. Her skin tanned and her freckles spread in places even he didn’t know she had them, a new thing for him to explore at any given hour when it was just the two of them in their clifftop villa.

It almost felt like he was seeing her in her natural habitat as if this was the life she was supposed to live. Unburdened by what life had thrown at her as she smiles at a local vendor and speaks in what Aaron knows she’d call ‘passable’ Greek.

She turns and smiles at him, her eyes sparkling as she shifts her sunglasses to rest on top of her head, and he knows there and then he’d give everything up just to see her smile like that all of the time.

___

“I can’t believe we have to go home tomorrow,” she laments, leaning against his chest as she looks out at the sunset from their balcony, the beauty of it all the more spectacular because of the privacy in their villa, making it feel as if the sun was putting on a show just for them. “I wish we could stay.”

Aaron catches her under her chin with a crooked finger and makes her look up at him, immediately catching her in a kiss, “Would you stay? If we could?”

She stares at him, smiling fondly as she stamps a kiss against his lips. She takes his glass of champagne from him and places it along with hers on the table next to them.

“It would be nice in theory,” she says, hooking both of her arms around his neck, trailing her fingers through his hair, “You, me and Jack living our lives somewhere like this every day,” she bites her lower lip, her eyes trailing over his face, mapping out everything she’d memorised so long ago, “But we’d get so bored honey.”

He laughs, the sound light and loud as it leaves him, her words as unexpected as they were true. He draws his hand down her spine, counting the notches as he goes, and he nods. “You’re right.”

“So bored,” she repeats, giggling in a way she’d later deny as she presses herself against him “I love our lives,” she looks around her eyes drifting to the sunset, the backdrop of the last week, “We both love our work and let's face it that team needs at least one of us around or they’d flounder.”

“I think Dave would have something to say about that,” he replies, removing a hand from her back to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he idly thinks about how he’ll miss the natural wave to it. The way the heat and the sea air had made her hair look over their time here, something she’d never let it do at home.

“Let him say it,” she quips, raising her eyebrow at him, “We should do this again though. Not a honeymoon obviously, but a vacation. You, me, Jack,” her cheeks ache as her smile gets impossibly wider, the happiness she felt still surprising to her sometimes, “Anyone else who might come along.” He kisses her because it’s all he can think of doing, his love for her so overwhelming that the mere thought of having a child with her was enough to make him burst. She chases his kiss as he pulls away, “Now, we’ve only got one night left,” she says in between kisses, her hands shifting to wrap around the lapels of his shirt, “We’d best make the most of it.”

She kisses him fiercely, her tongue swiping across his bottom lip. She tastes his groan as he opens his mouth, deepening their kiss as one of his hands drifts from her lower back to her ass, squeezing it and pushing her impossibly closer towards him, her hips against his. She moans as his fingers drift, dragging the light, billowing material of her dress across her.

He practically growls as he pulls away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he tries to fill his lungs, as he feels how wet she is even through her dress.

“No underwear?” He asks, his other hand trailing up to her shoulder, moving one of the thin straps of her dress down her arm, carrying on until he exposes one of her breasts, confirming that she was wearing nothing under her outfit.

“Didn’t seem necessary,” she huffs out, her breath catching in her throat as he leans in and kisses her collarbone, licking down her skin until he reaches her nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking in a way that has her grasping at the back of his head. Her fingers tight in his hair as she battles between holding him close and pulling him away, furious and slightly delirious that he was able to make her feel this way after so few touches.

“That was a fancy restaurant,” he comments, moving to her other shoulder and repeating the same action, following the soft material of her dress across her skin with his lips and teeth, leaving marks she’s grateful her work clothes will cover in the coming days. She hums in response, rolling her hips against him as he pulls her dress down to her waist, exposing her chest completely. He pulls back and grins at her, mischief and desire sparking in his eyes, “You’re naughty.”

She pulls him up to kiss her, groaning at the scratch of his shirt against her now sensitive nipples as he heaves her closer, and she bites his lip as she pulls back, “I can be very naughty if you want.”

He chuckles and wraps his hand around the back of her neck, kissing her softly, before he pulls back, “I’m not fucking you on this balcony, Em.”

She pouts, something she would later deny, but lets him lead her the few feet back towards their bedroom, “Why not,” she asks, leaning her head back against him as he crowds her from behind, his lips trailing down her neck, “If anyone was looking they just saw my boobs anyway-”

He cuts her off, turning her in his arms as soon as they are back in the master bedroom, pulling her tight against him, “Because one day, I’d quite like to bring you back here, and that means not getting banned from this island,” he kisses her in between his words, “And you’ve been sunbathing topless out there all week.”

She smirks at him, reaching for the zip of her dress and pulling it down, letting the material fall down to her feet, “To avoid tan lines.”

He looks her up and down, his eyes lingering on the paler patches of skin across her hip bones, before he looks back at her face, “Not all the tan lines.”

Before she can respond he’s on her, gathering her up against a nearby wall. He lifts her up just high enough that he can put his thigh between hers, her toes skimming the ground as her weight presses her into him, the roughness of his jeans and the tensing of his firm muscle beneath giving her the friction she’d been after. In any other situation, she’s sure she’d be embarrassed at the almost guttural groan that leaves her, but it had been like this all week. They had always been desperate for each other, prone to ripping clothes and fucking before they were fully naked, but their honeymoon seemed to have taken it to new heights.

He smiles at her, pushing his leg further into her, making her gasp out his name, and pride flushes in his chest that this woman, this beautiful woman, was all his.

“Look at you,” he says, trailing his fingers the valley in between her breasts, and across the scars just beneath her ribcage, “So pretty.”

“Fuck,” she chokes out, her hands grasping at his shirt as she rolls her hips over his jeans, “Please, Aaron.”

He smiles once more before he removes his leg from between hers, and her cheeks burn as she sees the wet patch on his jeans, but she has no time to think about it any further because he suddenly has his thumb on her clit, rubbing rough circles as she has no choice but to cling to him, worried she’d fall if she didn’t. He pushes two fingers inside of her, the pace he sets unrelenting as he curls them just right, making her gasp against his skin, her face buried in his neck.

It’s an assault on her senses, every nerve set on fire as he whispers praise against her temple, tells her how good she feels, how lucky he is to have her. She finally tips over the edge as he palms one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers in tandem with his other hand on her clit and inside of her. It rocks through her, and she knows she would have lost her footing if he wasn’t holding her up, his hand almost slipping from her waist as he moves it to catch her, his fingers dripping with her.

She reaches for his face with a shaky hand, pulling him in for a kiss that is somehow both soft and desperate, and she laughs as she comes back down, her body pleasantly buzzing.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls back, pushing some hair that had fallen into her face out of her vision, and she nods, capturing his lips in another kiss before she looks at him.

“I am more than ok,” she stands up straight and presses her hands onto his shoulders, pushing him towards the bed across the room, “Your turn.”

He kicks off his shoes as he goes, and is unbuttoning his shirt by the time he sits on the bed, disposing of it next to him as soon as it’s off. Emily follows him, only a few paces behind, and she kneels on the floor in front of him, a familiar glint in her eyes as she leans in to kiss him, only doing so briefly before she kisses down his throat and chest, paying special attention to the thickest of his scars as she goes. When she gets to his belt she winks up at him, undoing it and his jeans in almost record time. He shifts his hips just enough to help her pull his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off when she pulls them down to his ankles.

Aaron groans as she grasps him, pumping him up and down, and he leans back, his palms against the soft bedspread. He thrusts almost involuntarily as he feels her mouth close around him, his self-control waning as she bobs up and down, taking him deeper into her throat. He grasps at the sheet beneath him, sure he would rip it if he held it any tighter, and he didn’t want to have to explain another ruined bedspread to the housekeeping staff.

“Fuck, Em, you’re so good at that,” he says, the words almost punched out.

She looks up at him and she groans at the sight of him, the way she could reduce him to this, and she hears him moan again, the vibration around him only heightening the pleasure. She pulls away to heave in a breath, and is about to carry on when he stops her, a hand on the back of her neck as he encourages her upwards, tugging her to straddle his lap.

“Aaron-”

“Later,” he promises, kissing her and tasting himself on her tongue, “Later, but right now I want you.”

He flips them over, pressing her into the mattress as he works his way down her body again, making her shiver as every nerve is pushed to its limit. He presses his lips against her hip bone, tasting the salt on her skin from her sweat. He runs his thumb over the stark line caused by her bikini, stroking her pale skin that hadn’t been touched by the sun, a piece of her that was just for him.

Emily throws her head back, clenching her thighs together for some friction as he continues to tease her, the sensation of his calluses against her skin enough to set her on edge, “Aaron,” she breathes out, grateful when he doesn’t tease any further, a hand on each thigh as he pushes them wide apart.

His eyes linger on bruises he’d left in the last few days, gently kissing a couple of them before he presses his tongue to her clit, making her entire body jolt.

“Shit,” she exclaims, a light sparking in her belly as she thrusts against his face. He does it a few more times, drawing her nearer and nearer the edge, and then she stops him, her fingers tugging at his hair to draw him upwards, and she smiles at the confused look on his face, “Later,” she says, pulling him in for a kiss, “Right now I want you.”

He grasps her waist when she uses his own words against him and he smiles, nipping at her neck as he positions himself over her. He links one hand with hers next to her head and uses the other to heave one of her thighs over his hip. Both of them groan as he notches over her and he presses his forehead against hers, murmuring words of nonsense she feels more than hears.

She reaches between them and guides him into her, gasping at the familiar stretch. She moves her hand to grasp at his back, her nails scratching at his skin.

He fucks into her slowly at first, taking his time to build her up, giving her no choice but to feel every inch of him.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he rasps out, groaning as she clenches around him, “So fucking good.”

She wraps her leg tighter around him, her heel digging into his lower back, a wordless attempt to try and make him move faster, deeper. She moans, the breath stolen from her with every thrust. It had always been like this. Overwhelming in the best way, her entire body and mind at his mercy. She knew it was the same for him, that she had complete control over him too. It was give and take, just like every aspect of their relationship had always been.

“Aaron.”

He knows what she wants with just the simple use of his name and the way she gets impossibly tighter around him. He increases his pace, setting a punishing rhythm that makes her grasp onto him even tighter, her nails breaking the skin on his back.

It starts in her belly, a fire that had never entirely gone out spreading from there outwards, every nerve ending in her body tingling.

“Close,” she gasps, and she knows he is too, his rhythm getting faster. He lets go of her thigh and reaches between them, rubbing at her clit, “Fuck.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he grunts, burying his face in her neck, “Come for me.”

She lets go, taking him over the edge with her, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside her, his teeth biting into her neck as he does, leaving a mark he knows she’ll tell him off for in the morning. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath before he shifts to look at her, a smile on his face as he leans in for a kiss. She smiles into it, a breathless laugh escaping as she lets her leg fall to the bed.

“I’ve got to say,” she says, her voice raspy, “I’ll miss the honeymoon sex.”

He laughs, kissing her nose and then her cheek, “We have amazing sex no matter where we are, sweetheart.” She smiles at him, her eyes full of love as she looks up at him, and a spark in her eyes he can’t quite place. “What?”

“Nothing,” she says, pressing her finger into the bridge of his nose, smiling as she does so, “You have a bit of sunburn, that’s all. At least the others will know we left the room occasionally.”

Aaron smiles and kisses her once more before he rolls off her, taking her with him and gathering her against him, “What time is the flight tomorrow?”

She grumbles as she rests her head on his chest, “10 am,” she mutters looking at the clock on the nightstand, “It’s only just before 10 pm now.” She squeals as he moves them again, sitting up and taking him with her, his arms tight around her back.

“So, what you’re saying is,” he says, leaning in to kiss her neck, soothing a bite mark he’d left behind, “We have time on our hands.”

She giggles, the sound turning into a groan as his hands start to wander again, smoothing over sensitive skin. She pulls back to look at him and pushes his hair back, her smile brighter than the sunset they’d missed most of.

“All the time in the world,” she replies, leaning in to kiss him as the rest of the world apart from the two of them disappears.

-x-

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afro0with0no0afro · 8 months ago

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Beyond the Horizon

Herobrine x Black!reader Warnings: No Explicit sexual context mentions of vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dream sex, spanking, possessive sex, dubious consent

Chapter 4: What's a god to a Homeowner? Last chapter Next Chapter AO3

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Knock Knock

“Hosanna? Are you home?”

Knock Knock Knock

“It’s me, the cleric! I’m just coming to check on you since you last came to the village!”

Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

Hosanna cracked open her eyes and looked around, her head felt full and fuzzy, her mouth and throat extremely dry. She tried to swallow what little spit was left in her mouth and looked around. She was still in bed and in her nightgown, when she lifted the covers off of her she saw Herobrine sleeping soundly on her stomach, lightly snoring as he loosely held her in his strong arms. She carefully and successfully slid from under him and gave him a pillow to hold instead, covering his head with her blanket and got up quietly. She hobbled to the door and cracked it open. “Hi cleric.” She rubbed her eyes, her voice hoarse and deep. The cleric let out a sigh of relief to see her, “Hosanna, I’m glad to see you up, are you doing okay? You haven’t gotten sick again have you?” He fretted as he reached his hand to feel her forehead and she swatted his hand away. “No cleric,” she cleared her throat, “I've just been…” she turned back to look at the sleeping giant in her bed and realized who she was talking to. “I’ve been resting, I twisted my ankle the other day and I haven’t been very mobile.” She lied, hoping the cleric wouldn’t want to come into her home. “I see, but I haven’t seen you in over a week and everyone has been terribly worried about you, Hosanna.” She cleared her throat and coughed, cocking her head sideways. “A week?"

She looked back to the lump on her bed and back to the cleric "H-has it been that long?". He tried to look over her shoulder, just barely noticing the large and dark hickies on her neck and feeling like he may have been intruding, “If now is not a good time Hosanna, I can return later with some salve for your ankle. Do you have a guest?” She refocused on the cleric, and shook her head, now hoping that their conversation wouldn’t wake Herobrine up. “Uhhh, no no nooooo, I just uhhh… yeah now’s not a good time, maybe tomorrow will be a better day.” She stepped back, pretending to limp as she shut the door. “I’m sorry Cleric!” He stood outside her door and said a small prayer to himself, his face heating up a bit “Be well Hosanna, please let me know if you need anything.” He turned and made the walk back to the village.

Hosanna walked normally back to her bed and lifted the blanket to take a closer look at Herobrine. He looked angry in his sleep, emphasized by the dark bags under his eyes. She realized that it would be strange if she were to walk to the village right now, especially since she just told the cleric she hurt herself and "implied" she was alone. Whenever Herobrine decided to wake up again, he would be pretty damn hungry, and he could probably clear a whole stewpot by himself. She sighed and changed into her daytime clothes, slipping on some socks and grabbing her shoes, unfortunately breathing in at the wrong time as she passed his dirty old boots. “What in Notch’s name? What died in there?” She waved a hand in front of her face and kicked his boots further away. Looking at him, she thought about the condition of his clothes and how filthy they were. “When you wake up, I’m washing your clothes. You have to wear my nightgown until everything is washed…” She talked at him, still sleeping soundly and unaffected by what she said. “Your ass included!”

She turned around and walked to her front door, making sure that she grabbed her sword and shield this time around and left for her garden. She harvested what carrots and potatoes were ready and carried them back in her shield, dropping them off inside near the soup pot the going to the river to fill it up and bring it back. She looked at Herobrine’s sleeping figure, trying to wake him up with her mind to help her lift the heavy pot on the hooks above the fire pit, but he remained in deep sleep in her bed. She sighed and set herself up to heft the pot up. Before she forgot, she walked back out and fed her sheep and cows quickly before she walked back inside. Hosanna made her way to her cold storage chest under her crafting table and pulled out a few large pieces of frozen steak, tossing them into the pot to thaw and starting the fire. Realizing that she still had her sword and shield on her, she hung them back on her wall near her door. '

Walking past Herobrine on her bed, she pulled the blanket back a bit and took another look at him sleeping. She carefully rubbed her knuckles with the grain of his beard, feeling how rough and wiry it was. She didn’t really take the time to see how big he was, he didn’t really fit on her bed, and he took up most of it. She also really hadn’t seen how muscular he was either, his biceps bulging as he hugged the pillow she had given him. If they had been asleep for the past week or so, she expected him to wake up sometime soon.

As she set herself to work on the stew, Herobrine slowly woke up, blinking hard and moving the blanket off his head as he took in his surroundings again. He watched her as she washed and peeled the vegetables, quietly humming to herself. “Hosanna, how long was I asleep for?” She stopped and turned to look at him, her head tilting as she just stared at him. “Excuse me? Are… you in my head?” He nodded. “Yes, I don’t feel like speaking out loud at the moment. How long have I been asleep, Hosanna?” She turned back to her potatoes and cut thick slices into the stewpot. “A week, apparently.” She got up and stretched her legs, “I didn’t know exactly when you’d be up, so I’m making stew. It won’t be ready for a few hours though.” Herobrine hummed out loud, his voice coming out deep and gravely. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms. “Hosanna, come here.” She walked over to the bed and looked at him. “Give me your hand.”

She made a face at him. “Why?” She offered her hand to him and he grabbed it and pulled her down to him. She let out a ‘hey’ as he held her to his chest and smelled her, she smelled like the spruce trees she built her house from. His hands made their way under her shirt and felt the smooth cold skin of her back. “What the hell, Herobrine! Let me go, you’re being weird!” He licked her neck with his broad tongue, enjoying the slight sting of salt from her sweat on his chapped lips. “Ah! Nopenopenope Let me go!!” She felt that strange dulling again and pushed herself off of him and fell on the floor. The dulling went away as she looked at him from her new position, she wiped away the saliva on her neck and rubbed it off on her pants. “Ewww, what the fuck Herobrine?! Don’t just lick me! What gives?” He just looked at her plainly, white eyes showing some amusement. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He began to smile, “How did you feel when I licked you?” She looked at him, “Weird, like I was getting a headache, why? What did you do to me?” He then pinched his arm roughly and immediately Hosanna rubbed the same spot on her arm, yelling at him as he laughed. “What the fuck Herobrine, what did you do to me?!”

“You feel everything I feel, pain and pleasure.” His smile was wicked and wide. “We are nearly one in the same now, I’ll know if you die or fuck another man, and you’ll know if I do the same. We don’t even need to be in the same space.” He laughed loudly from his spot on her bed. She just looked at him with a sense of despair, or defeat, she wasn’t really sure at the moment. She just looked at her arm and back at him, deciding something in her mind and looking Herobrine in the eyes. Waiting until they made eye contact, she took her nipple and pinched hard, just a bit more than she’s used to just to see his reaction. He flinched and rubbed his chest. “Hey! Cut that shit out!” Hosanna started to laugh.

“Oh buddy, it’s all over when my period comes around.” She stood up and looked back to her stewpot. Deciding that he was no longer that threatening, she sighed then looked back at him. “Okay, look here’s the deal,” she sat back down and started cutting up her potatoes and carrots again, “I don’t know what all you’ve done to me, but now you’re in my home, so two things need to happen.” She pointed her small knife at him, “you need to pick up some chores and you need to bathe.” Turning back to her stew she dropped some chopped carrots in. “I don’t know what you did to your boots, but they smell awful and so do you. I have some soap and a rag, the river’s not too far from here. Find it and wash your ass.” He made a face and scoffed. “Do you really think you can order around a god of death and destruction to take a bath-“

“Yes! Especially if this ‘gOd oF dEaTh AnD dEsTrUcTiOn’” she mocked him, “is gonna sleep in my bed and eat my food.”

He got up off her bed and stood over her. “You will not order me around Hosanna, understand your situation and know your place.” The dulling came back when he spoke to her, his eyes glowing dimly. She was roughly eye level with his crotch when she looked up at him, he meant to be intimidating but Hosanna was starting to get tired of his antics so she smacked him in the groin. He doubled over and stepped back, a small wave of cramps passed through her as she watched him sit back down on the bed. “You Bitch!!”

“And I’ll do it again! Now go bathe while I finish making food! You reek!!” She turned back to her veggies, ignoring the irritated look that Herobrine was giving her. He kept staring, eyes starting to glow dimly again but he stopped and rubbed his eyes hard. Hosanna’s eyes then stung like she had gotten soap in her eyes, she rubbed them with the backsides of her hands, stopping briefly to see him harshly rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and snickered to herself. “Ha ha that’s what your smelly ass gets.” He stopped for a moment to shoot her a look, he got up and started undressing behind her. Starting with his slightly damp, grimy shirt, which he threw at the back of her head, then his equally dirty and trashed pants, which was also thrown at her. “Ugh!” She made a gagging sound and she quickly threw the offensively soiled clothes back at him and turned to look at him. “What in the fuck did yo— no!! NO!!!” She just looked at him in his tattered and holey boxers, barely held together by a couple of threads and hope, all the original color hidden by centuries of sweat, body oils, and dirt. She turned back around, “There is no way in-” She turned back to him in disbelief, “You really live like that? How have you not been chafing this whole time? I know your thighs are rubbed raw!” She did her best to ignore how large his bulge was in his sorry excuse for boxers and turned back to finish cutting the last of her veggies "Go! Fuck man! Now I can smell you from here!!"

Herobrine smirked and set a hand on his hip, once he pulled his “boxers” off his large frame he also threw them at the back of Hosanna’s head. Except this time she threw them in the fire. “What the fuck?! What is your problem, woman?!” Hosanna turned back and saw just was was hiding behind his now crispy boxers. She wasn’t going to lie to herself, it was pretty impressive and thick, but a follow up thought was the smell that it probably had. Which was more than enough to keep any sexual thoughts at bay. “Herobrine, so help me Notch, if you stop me one more time from making my fucking stew, I will fucking burn your book in your sleep.” He just stood there, silly attitude fading as he watched his underwear disappear into the fire. “I know your dick cheese is unreal so please, go take care of it. I’m not asking.” Hosanna turned around for the last time to finish her stew while Herobrine stood naked in her home. While he wanted to argue with her, she was right, a whiff of his lifted pit was enough to huff and sigh as he grabbed her soap and washcloth and walk out butt ass naked to the near by river.

Once the stew was ready to simmer, she stretched her legs and tossed the rest of his soiled clothes into the fire, “There’s no saving those.” Looking to the awful and horrid smelling boots near her bed, she contemplated tossing those too, but felt that just setting the poor sacks of leather outside would be better, so she pinched her nose and carried them outside. Stepping back into her home, she rummaged around through her clothes to see if she could find any nightgowns that might be big enough for the behemoth that decided to sleep in her bed, satisfied with the largest one she owned, she laid it on her bed and walked back outside to finish her chores before Herobrine came back from his bath.

After about an hour she was interrupted by the sound of him clearing his throat as he stood at the other end of her garden. “Hey, Hosanna. What the in the Nether is this?” She turned around and giggled at the nightgown he found, she didn’t even hear him walk into and out of her home, so she was a little surprised to see him with it.

“It’s your new outfit until I either buy or make you new clothes. It’s huge on me so it should fit you.” He proceeded to stretch the poor nightgown over his large chest, pathetically stopping just over his navel and fitting like a vacuum sealed shirt. "Huh..." Holding back a laugh she made herself busy with watering her crops and turning her back to him. "I guess that one doesn't fit."

Herobrine’s face scrunched up in irritation and frustration. “Fine.” He turned around and started walking towards the village “I’ll get my own damn clothes.” Hosanna whipped her head around and scrambled to stop him. “No no no no- hey hey hey!!!” She put a hand on his broad chest, staring directly at him and ignoring this meat that he was freely shlanging around. “Herobrine lets just- How about I make you some clothes! Theres no need to go to the village!!” She spoke quickly, hoping he would turn back to her cabin so she could figure something out. He looked down at her, his upper lip twitching in annoyance before he pushed her to the side and kept walking.

Hosanna stepped in front of him again, grabbing his arms and stopping once more. “Listen listen. Let’s just go back inside and make you something for right now.” She tried smiling cutely at him be the large man could only read it as nervousness. Herobrine smiled smugly, letting an amused breath through his nose and crossed his toned arms over his chest. “Oh? Now we’re being cordial? What changed woman?” He let himself be steered back to her little cabin, playing along for a bit. “Are we…scared?” Hosanna scoffed behind him, spluttering excuses while they made their way back inside. He ducked his head walking into her home and sat down on her bed. Hosanna was still rambling on and on about something about scaring the villagers with his threatening stature, his all white eyes, his scary voice… His chest puffed out in pride “Please woman, you’re flattering me.” She stopped and looked at him, her mouth opening closing as she tried to say something in response. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long, I might be temped to put my cock in it.”

“You-you listen here you big bitch!” She stood in front of him now, roughly face to face. They stared each other down for a minute or so. “Oh, don’t you worry, Hosanna. I’m listening.” Her name rolled off his tongue so smoothly. A flash of heat briefly rolled through her, then through him. Herobrine licked his teeth, “Oh? We liked that, huh?” His eyes glowed dimly as he reached out to bring the side of her neck to his mouth. He spoke in her ear and filled her mind with his voice “I’ll forgive you for your disrespect earlier. I’ll just take your body as consolation.” He licked a fat strip across her neck and bit down. Hosanna’s knees went weak and she rested her whole weight against him, breathing softly in his ear.

“Yes, Hosanna. give yourself to me.”

#herobrine is hot #herobrine x reader #black reader #black reader insert #also on ao3 #not in my christian minecraft server #no smut in this chapter #herobrine

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