#almost as iconic as the thumb caress

[dandydemidoesfandoms]

And here we see the love-starved soft top in the wild, stalking his sassy insecure bottom.

BETWEEN US THE SERIES 

Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 8

[saturnville]

…stays in madrid [2/2]

pairing: jude bellingham x black oc (naomi sinclair) summary: what happens in madrid… warnings: small small reference to sex. tags: @emjayewrites @cocobutterqwueen @neeville @neewrites @blueaetherr @vile-harlot + anyone else who likes football fics? let me know if you want to be added! an: love naomi and jude down bad.

fc: renee downer

part one: what happens in madrid

1 year later.

She received an offer. To start a career in a new city—Madrid. To network with the most experienced and knowledgeable fashion. icons, to hone in on her craft of designing, to get one step closer to creating her own brand. She received an offer to be an Associate Director of Development and Design and she took it.

At the first opportunity, she packed her degree, all her belongings, sold her home, and jetted to Madrid on the first available flight. There, she was greeted with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine on her kitchen island in the center of her new condo.

Congratulations, it read. I’m so proud of you and all you’ve done. I hope you enjoy Madrid as your home. Can’t wait to see you. Xx Jude.

Naomi smiled softly. Still as sweet as he was a year ago when he desired her attention. She brought the bouquet to her nose and inhaled softly. The scent of tulips would never get old. She made a mental note to keep flowers in the kitchen as frequently as she could.

Naomi spent the next few hours unpacking and organizing her home. By the time she’d come to a reasonable stopping point, her bedroom and bathroom had been unpacked and organized. Her kitchen and living room required some work, but they would be priority for later.

She huffed and prepared to sit on the edge of the bed but was halted in action by a loud knock on her door. Naomi whined loudly and clenched her teeth. With her feet planted firmly, she rolled her shoulders bag and trudged toward the door. 9:42pm. Who could…?

“Fix your face,” she heard once she opened the door. Her features immediately softened, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes lit up. On the other side of the door was Jude, leaned up against the doorframe, another bouquet of flowers in one hand while a large backpack occupied the other. “Can’t be that upset to see me, can you?”

Naomi smiled softly and ushered him in. Jude nodded as he glanced around her apartment in approval. Proud was an understatement. She’d done the damn thing and he couldn’t have been happier for her. “Looks good, babe. You need help with anything?” Jude hardly emptied his hands before Naomi’s chest was pressed against his and her lips claimed his. His large hands circled around her waist and snuck downward to caress her bottom. She smiled against his lips. Three months was too long without him, and now, she’d see him almost everyday.

“Not right now,” she said once she pulled away. Her thumb caressed his face in endearment. She wiped away the remnants of her lip gloss and giggled. “Thank you for coming. I wasn’t expecting you until later this week.”

Jude shook his head. “My girl’s in Madrid and you thought I wasn’t coming today?” He blew a raspberry and waved her off. Naomi held her hands up in faux defense, “Alright now, Mr. Bellingham.”

“You eat?” he asked, sauntering to the counter top. Naomi shook her head. He began to dig into the backpack and pulled out containers of food—a variety to choose from. And of course, her favorite wine along with chocolate and packs of popcorn. “Jude…”

He was just so him. So considerate and kind. So generous and lovely. Her eyes began to water. Who would’ve known that the man who approached her a year ago at a dinner would be in her new home wining and dining her. Blessed couldn’t even describe how she felt.

“You’re amazing. Thank you,” Naomi said, wrapping her arms around his waist. Jude pressed his lips against her forehead, his heart fluttering at her touch. “Gonna take a shower. Did you bring clothes?”

Jude nodded, his stomach clenching. “Yeah, why, what’s up?”

Naomi pulled away and raised her eyebrow suggestively. Jude smiled softly and tapped her bottom as he followed her to her bedroom. “Yes ma’am.”

-

“Right there, baby?” His warm breath tickled her ear and scratched at her insides. Speechless. How had she never known the beauty of making love? It was so rich and warm. Maybe it was because of his gentleness and patience.

The way he caressed her so softly, encouraged her so boldly, and expressed his adoration so freely, had her mind going in circles. How had she gotten so lucky?

Her words were gargled as she tried to make out a simple statement. He found amusement in her struggle. She swallowed thickly. “Yeah, right there…”

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“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jude whispered. “I know you’re not here for me, but you being here means everything to me.”

Naomi smiled. She placed her food on the bedside table and threw her arms over his body. “I’m glad I’m here too. I love you.”

Jude seared his lips against hers. To be close to her was everything. To know her was a privilege. One that he’d never take for granted. Ever. “I love you.”

[coryosmin]

nsfw | mdni | coryo x reader | phone sex | male masturbation | modern au

being away from you was never easy for coryo. his overall possessiveness of you made him not ever wanting to leave you for longer than a full work day. however, work trips call, especially when a client asked him to go on a trip with him as a thank you for winning his case. to say coryo missed you was an understatement. the blonde had been gone for three days already and that was three days without seeing you, touching you, fucking you. being a lawyer sucked when he couldn’t see you.

as coryo got back from a day at the beach with his client, he sat down on his comfortable mattress in his hotel room. his phone began to buzz, your contact popping up on his iphone. coryo couldn’t help but smile to himself as he swiped the green icon, answering the phone. “hello, my darling,” he answered smoothly.

“hello,” came the soft but joyous tone of your voice as you greeted your lovely boyfriend. coryo’s heart swelled as he finally heard your voice after three days. the texts just weren’t enough. “i know you said not to call you everyday while you’re on your trip,” you began, sighing. “but honestly, i miss you and couldn’t wait any longer to speak to you.”

coryo let out a small chuckle, licking his lips. “i miss you too, sweetheart,” he said softly. “it’s been a rough few days being unable to see you or touch you.”

you let out a small whine. “i miss your touch, coryo.” he could sense your pout from over the phone.

“yeah?” he asked, images of you flashing through his mind as he began to think about all of the ways he could be touching you right now. “miss it how?” he could feel his cock hardening in his swim trunks.

you let out a shaky breath over the phone as you thought about your wonderful boyfriend. “i-i really miss your hands caressing my skin,” you said shyly.

“do you want me to tell you what i miss, princess?” he asked. coryo knew you were touching yourself thinking of him. he could just tell. the both of you have engaged in phone sex enough throughout your relationship that it was now simply nature for either of you to tell when the other needed release over the phone. and now was definitely one of those moments.

“yes, please,” you replied sweetly.

coryo let out a soft chuckle, palming his cock through his swim shorts. “i miss caressing your boobs as i run my tongue up and down your cunt, having your juices coat my face as you grind your hips against me,” he spoke steadily, pulling his trunks down, his hard cock slapping against his stomach.

you let out a soft moan over the phone, causing coryo’s cock to twitch with interest. “i miss your tongue so bad,” you replied.

“i’d love to just be sucking on your clit, trailing my hand down your body before slowly easing a finger into your tight and wet cunt,” coryo gripped his cock, closing his eyes as he thought about his words vividly. god he wanted nothing more than to be pleasuring you right about now. “i’d tease you by grazing that sweet spot inside of you but not quite touching it, making you beg for more.”

you whined, moaning out a soft “coryo,” as you too thought about what he was talking about. it was almost as though he was talking you through it as your fingers followed his words.

“i’d eventually add another finger, stretching your beautiful pussy ever so slightly. i’d likely look up at you, seeing your beautiful face contort with pleasure and your hair sprawled out on my pillow. god you’re absolutely gorgeous,” coryo groaned as he pumped his cock thinking about you. he began going at a rhythm, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb. he moaned, licking his lips.

“fuck,” you said, fingering yourself to coryo’s words. your moans were music to coryo’s ears as he jerked himself off.

coryo let out a shaky breath as he continued to talk. “i’d curl my fingers inside of you,” he interrupted himself to moan as precum leaked from his cock. “finally hitting your g-spot and causing you to-“ his words were interrupted by a loud moan from your end as you followed what he was saying. coryo couldn’t help but laugh softly. “good girl,” he replied. “i’d thrust my fingers harshly and quickly. you know i love the sounds of your moans and the squelching noise of your cunt getting absolutely soaked.”

“i need you so badly, coryo,” you moaned over the receiver, fingering your self vigorously.

coryo jerked himself off faster, feeling that familiar heat inside of himself. “are you getting close, baby?” he asked breathlessly.

“mhm,” you replied. “please- ah- please keep going.”

“with pleasure,” coryo replied. “i’d finger you and suck on your clit, feeling you grind against my fingers and my face, chasing your own orgasm. and when you do eventually cum, i love feeling your thighs squeezing my face and keeping me in place, having nothing else to do but help you through your orgasm.” he said, feeling his cock stiffening in his hand as coryo felt his orgasm coming. “go ahead, baby, cum for me, yeah?”

on your end, coryo could hear the moans and whimpers leaving your lips, signaling your orgasm. he let out his own moans and calls of your name as he began cumming, painting his chest with his cum. he pumped himself through his orgasm, coryo’s eyes rolling back and toes curling as he finally got relief after a few days of not having any.

and when you both were finished, no words were spoken other than the harsh breathing from both of your ends. after about five minutes or so, you broke the silence. “i love you,” you said softly. “i really do miss you.”

coryo smiled to himself. “i love you and miss you too, sweetheart,” he exclaimed. he got up, phone to his ear as he went to the bathroom. “i’ll see if i can come home early.”

“i’d love that.”

coryo began to clean himself up, all while still talking to you. “now, tell me about your day,” he said. and so your began talking and coryo listened.

[niki-phoria]

降り注ぐ光は / 願い込めた shooting star

pairing: zhang hao x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 564

notes: spent so long finding an icon for this header lmao, if anyone has any kdrama/cdrama recs pls let me know i am starved for ideas and shows to watch, this is not proofread !! please forgive any mistakes <33, title from &TEAM - FIREWORK

ZHANG HAO looks the most handsome when he’s all dressed up. hair meticulously styled to frame his features; a fitted suit wrapped perfectly around his frame; the soft, inviting smile that always seems to put your nerves at ease. 

beneath the golden hue of your bathroom lights, you dance around each other in front of the sink. hao smiles softly. his hands feel soft when they take yours into his own, unconsciously intertwining your fingers together. the faint smell of cologne lingers against his skin; he smells of vanilla and citrus. he smells like summer. he smells like home.

butterflies race throughout your stomach when he gently tugs your hand upwards before pressing a series of fleeting kisses against your knuckles. hao’s lips just barely ghost against your skin - so faint that you almost miss the feeling entirely. 

you quietly chuckle, relenting enough to take a step closer. you can feel hao’s satisfied smile against the palm of your hand. his fingertips dance against your skin. “you look incredible,” he murmurs. 

“you don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” the compliment makes heat rise to hao’s cheeks, staining his skin an embarrassing shade of light pink. the sight makes you smile a little brighter. 

hao leans in, resting his chin against the curve of your shoulder. his hands ghost against your waist, fingertips toying with the fabric of your clothing. “hao,” you whine but wrap your arms around his neck nonetheless. your fingertips brush against his shoulder blades, careful not to wrinkle the freshly ironed fabric. “if we don’t leave now, we’ll never make it there.”

“then let’s just stay home,” he whispers. his voice sends shivers down your spine from the proximity. hao’s hands slip to rest comfortably against your hips as he leans his head into the crook of your neck. you squirm at the feeling of feather-light kisses being pressed against your bare skin.

your breath hitches in your throat when hao pulls away just enough to cup your face in his hands. his fingertips trail along the edge of your jawline; his gaze flickers from meeting yours down to your lips. your eyes flutter closed almost unconsciously. 

hao’s lips are soft when they finally meet yours. you can vaguely taste his strawberry chapstick he had applied only minutes prior. your bodies move together in tandem - as if you were made for each other. your arms snake around his shoulders, carefully carding through the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. your touch makes goosebumps arise against his skin and the flush on his face darken. 

“do we really have to go?” he asks when you finally pull away. hao’s nose brushes against yours, making you laugh. his hands reach up to cup your face. his thumbs gently stroke against your cheeks. “we can just stay home.”

taking one of hao’s hands into your own, you caress his knuckles with your fingertips. his skin is soft; the skin of his palms is calloused from years of meticulous violin practice. 

“one hour,” you say, turning to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. a light flush spreads across hao’s cheeks, just barely covered by the thin layer of foundation coating his smooth skin. twisting around to face him, your fingers trail against the freshly ironed fabric of his suit. “we’ll walk around for one hour. and then i’m all yours.” 

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[calxvace]

Sylus | a silly dream

— sylus becomes more clingy than he is today.

Sylus was never a fan of early mornings, he'd usually prefer businesses at dawn so you were shocked to be woken up by him looking at you, just admiring your beauty presented by the soft strand of sunlight running through your cheeks. Not saying anything, he tucks a strand of your hair and caresses your cheeks while giving you his tender smile.

Mornings with sylus was either him still sleeping and you preparing to leave, but today it was one of those slow mornings every once in a while. You hadn't said anything and just indulge in this version of sylus; mild, warm, cuddly.

You stretch your arms out to invite him into a hug, he nods as if saying you knew what he wanted. Embracing you with all of his arms felt like calm waters you touch whenever you see a pond, serenity.

"i love you" he says slowly tightening his embrace.

"i love you" a hand back to your cheeks the tip of his thumb almost touching your eyelashes as he moves it slowly, a gently peck you received. You see his eyes wandering on your face before landing yours, "I'd live for you honey"

'Oh to be stuck at this moment forever' Sylus is affectionate yes, but this soft? You'd blow up mountains just to see this again.

Bringing your palms to his chest you say, "and i love you too, sylus, everyday and everywhere." That made him give out the sweetest, the most tender look making your heart flutter and eventually blush making you cover your face. Seeing this made him chuckle.

This would last forever but your stomach steals the show and grumbles. He let out a chuckle and stood up stretching out his hands to you. "How about a classic breakfast? How do you like your eggs miss?" showing you his iconic smirk that got you smitten, the both of you wen on your way to the kitchen.

"so..., what could be the reason you are this sweet? Are you dying?" you joked sitting by the kitchen aisle.

"Sweetie where did you get that? Can't I just dote on my lover? Don't you like it this way?" "I mean sure, I do love it but I saw you how you watch me on my sleep"

You know sylus, every face he makes, the replies he would say and more. A small shift on his face and you'd notice it in a second and this time, you saw how sad his eyes were, almost as if he's grieving.

"Did I look like a creep? Im sorry babe, anyone with a goddess sleeping beside them would do the same." you knew he'd play it out like this, classic sylus who does not want you to worry over things.

Cracking eggs on the hot pan, you stepped down and went to give him a back hug, "You looked like you were about to cry, anyone would do that? I think no. Come on tell me what's wrong"

"Its really nothing honey, my body just aches that's why I looked a little sad. I think the eggs are done, could you toast the bread please?"

"Sylus I know you, even if your body is halved that's not the face you make. Honey I'm here, please?" you said worriedly, even though sylus always assure you about anything, its actually not helping your relationship specially when he's like this, refusing to talk about it if he knows its "not" your concern. He removed your arms around his waist and faced you putting both his hands on your shoulders, "You really... are quite stubborn" "well yeah? Didn't you knew that before bagging me?" He smiled at your light joke but then sighed, you furrowed your eyebrows gesturing' what's wrong' "I didn't really want to concern you about this but the queen gets what she wants" removing his hands on your shoulders, he slowly worked his way close to you and rested his head on the crook of your neck.

"I had a bad dream, it felt so real I woke up in cold sweat and tears in my cheeks" you could hear how much he tries not to sound really said as to not worry you. "Tell me about, there was a saying that says if you tell someone about your bad dream, it makes it disappear" tapping his back area gently, you went and make him face you.

Looking at his eyes, you nodded and let him tell you his silly dream. "We were working together on a mission to find out how these so called aether cores work. To get our answer, I'd have to kill you" His voice breaks lightly because he was having a hard time to tell you about it. You get it now, why he didn't want to tell you, because look at you now you're tearing up. "Ah, this is why, don't worry honey, in my dream I couldn't do it and instead-"

"You killed yourself?! No!" you said wiping your tears.  

He hugs you to calm you down, it wasn't really about how you are sad but you remembered what happened a millennium year ago. "woops I over reacted there" you said smiling to him. He just flashed you with another confused laugh. It doesn't matter to him how quirky you look he just accepts it while he gives you his affectionate smile. Wow you scored big, this man just accepts you as who you are. "Okay! Since you told me about your dream, it will not happen anymore!" "Ha ha ha, what a silly theory you got there, but thank you honey" he said booping your nose and hands you a plate with freshly cooked eggs over avocado toast. Did you forget he asked you to toast the bread? Did he just did it himself because you're too busy listening to him? Uhm yes? "I'm so lucky I went to that fireworks show and bumped into you"

"Well I don't believe in destinies and I still think you stalked me" its obvious that he's teasing you, he's got that smug look. "Aw you caught me! But I found you didn't I?" you went with his teasing "Yes, you found me" Talking about how you guys met and how your relationship progressed was the topic the whole breakfast, in those moments you really thanked the heavens for letting the two of you meet again. You finally fulfilled your promise to him back when he was still the leader of onychinus, back when you risked your life for him to finally find the last piece to the aether core rabbit hole.

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Good For You

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Oli Sykes

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI, praise kink, spit kink, spit as lube, oral, anal (unprotected)

Word Count: 1.4k

When Noah first found out that he would be performing alongside Oli Sykes, his nerves kicked into high gear. Oli was a fucking icon. A metalcore legend. Whatever he did, he did it well. Always. People had been comparing the two of them for a while. And now, Noah was getting to perform with him. The perfectionist in him took over; he couldn’t fuck this up. He would never live it down if he failed to match Oli’s energy. He would never let himself live it down. The pressure was on.

What surprised Noah however, was how natural it all felt when the time finally came. He felt comfortable. The two of them interacted on that stage like they’d been doing it for lifetimes. Noah had left that stage feeling proud and in awe… as well as a bit flustered. 

Once the show ended, Noah found himself alone with Oli as they reflected on their performances from that night. Oli was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, as he spoke to Noah, who was seated in a chair not too far from where he was standing. Noah hung onto every word Oli said, staring intently with a faint flush on his face. The familiar warmth of arousal spread through Noah’s body as he took in the power of Oli’s stance, his tattoos, his sweat-dampened hair. It was almost overwhelming. “You did good, pretty boy,” Oli said, fixing his gaze on Noah. 

Noah instantly felt his cheeks begin to burn as his breath hitched and he shifted in his seat. Oli picked up on it immediately, looking Noah up and down with a smirk. “Oh,” he chuckled under his breath. He straightened his stance slightly. “C’mere, pretty boy.” 

Noah’s eyes went wide and his heart rate quickened. Who was he to disobey? He pushed himself out of the chair and stood in front of Oli, unable to look him in the eyes. 

Oli lifted his hand to Noah’s face, gently gripping his chin and turning his head. “Look at me,” he murmured, an amused lilt to his soft voice. “What’s got you so flustered, hm?” Noah’s mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. His heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of his chest. He exhaled, his breath trembling as he stared, speechless. Oli’s long, tattooed fingers caressed Noah’s jaw with a feather light touch. “C’mon now,” he cooed. “Why don’t you use your words like the good boy I know you are?”

Noah’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head and he couldn’t stop the quiet whimper from escaping his parted lips. “You do,” he whispered, voice shaking.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it, love?” Oli smirked. Noah shook his head, his face on fire. “I got a pretty thing like you all flustered?” Oli teased, thumb stroking Noah’s cheek. Noah whimpered in response, nodding slightly. Oli tilted his head as his other hand grabbed Noah’s hip and pulled him flush against him. “Well, we should do something about that then, yeah?” 

“Yes, please,” Noah breathed, melting into Oli’s touch. “Mmm, good boy,” Oli hummed, leaning in. “So polite.” He pressed his lips to Noah’s. 

Noah whined as he kissed back, hands moving to rest on Oli’s shoulders. It started out slow, lips gently gliding along each other while Oli continued to gently caress Noah’s face. When Noah felt Oli’s tongue slide against his bottom lip, he groaned, allowing Oli to slip his tongue into Noah’s mouth. The hand on Noah’s hip moved to his ass, gripping harshly through his pants to push him impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. Noah couldn’t help but grind into Oli as his tongue explored his mouth. 

Oli pulled away and began to kiss down Noah’s neck. He was careful to not leave any marks, despite how much he wanted to. He moved his other hand onto Noah’s ass and began to knead the flesh as Noah continued to grind into him, desperate pants leaving his lips. “Oh, sweet boy,” Oli murmured against Noah’s skin. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?” 

“Y-Yes sir,” Noah whined. “Please,” his voice broke slightly. He was even completely sure what he was begging for; he was already so far gone. 

“Please what, love?” Oli teased, trailing his tongue up Noah's neck to his pulse point. “Use your words.”

A whine sounded from Noah’s throat. “Need you,” his breath hitched. “Need you to take care of me.” 

“Yeah?” he cooed. “I’ll take good care of you, baby. But first, how about you put that pretty mouth on my cock? Make it nice and wet?”

Before Noah could even process that his body was moving, he was dropping to his knees. His trembling hands struggled to get Oli’s pants down. Oli looked down at Noah with a smirk as he quickly unfastened his own pants and took out his cock to help. Noah was nearly drooling as he took Oli’s cock into his eager mouth. Oli groaned at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth as he watched him take more and more. He threw his head back as Noah hollowed his cheeks around his length and traced his tongue around the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Such a perfect mouth, pretty boy.” Noah moaned around his cock at the praise, causing vibrations to shoot through Oli. His hips bucked involuntarily and he heard Noah gag. Noah didn’t let it stop him, in fact, it motivated him more. Oli knew that if Noah kept this up, he’d be coming much sooner than he’d like to. 

Oli eased Noah’s mouth off of his cock before he could make him cum. “Stand up,” he demanded. Noah didn’t hesitate. Oli made quick work of getting Noah’s pants off. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall, love.” Again, Noah didn’t hesitate. He made sure to arch his back and push his ass out, eager to please and be taken care of. 

Oli groaned as he pulled Noah’s cheeks apart to see his fluttering, pink hole. He tapped the head of his spit soaked cock on Noah’s hole, reveling in the needy whimpers coming from him. He then began to rub the head along the puckering muscle, “Are you ready?” 

“Please,” Noah whined. “Need it. Fuck. Need you.” 

With that, Oli slowly began to push into Noah. He let out a long groan at the tightness around his cock, forcing himself to go slow so as to not hurt Noah, who was already trembling with his head dropped between his shoulders. Once Oli was fully inside, he stayed still for a moment, rubbing the soft skin of Noah’s ass. “You’re doing such a good job for me, sweet boy,” he breathed. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move, yeah?”

Noah’s breathing was heavy and shaky as he whimpered out an incoherent response. About a minute passed before Noah started to beg. “P-Please, Oli. Please move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, holding Noah’s hips with a death grip. Noah let out a series of high pitched, whiny moans as Oli fucked into him like it was the last thing he would ever do. “Taking me so well,” Oli grunted, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that had Noah trembling. Noah’s moans got increasingly loud and high, his hole was clenching and fluttering uncontrollably around Oli’s cock. “You gettin’ close, love?” Oli grunted. 

“Mhm,” Noah whined, nearly sobbing. “S’close.” 

“Stroke that pretty cock for me, love,” Oli instructed, not letting up on his pace. 

Noah took one hand off the wall and grabbed his weeping cock, shuddering as he began to jerk himself off. Not even a minute later, Noah was exploding into his hand, tears streaming down his face as he moaned. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” he sobbed, spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled onto his hand, the floor, and the wall. 

Noah’s orgasm immediately triggered Oli’s. He buried himself deep into Noah as he came with a grunt. He slowly pulled out once he came down from his high and helped Noah to stand. “You did such a good job, pretty boy,” Oli cooed, stroking Noah’s hair as he leaned into him. “Let’s go clean you up, yeah?” 

Noah nodded sleepily and allowed Oli to help him clean up. A small satisfied smile spread across Noah lips; the night went better than he could’ve ever hoped for.

[the-forests-blessing]

Chapter 1

I’ve always loved the stories where the hero gets the true happy ending they deserve.

     To fight so bravely, putting their own life at risk for the sake of others! 

     And to come out on top each time. No villain could ever surpass the heart of a true hero!  

     A postcard is gripped by a pale hand. The white edge is gently caressed by a thumb to allow the viewer full view of the picture on the front. Depicted on this postcard is a town. A town full of stunning colors and creative strength, along with builds of all shapes and sizes. The picture shows many vibrant buildings and shops, with people who wear smiles depicting true peace and prosperity walking on the lively streets paved in stone brick. In the middle of the picture is an iconic monument. A structure that acts as not only a fountain to flip coins and make a wish, but the very foundation of what makes this town so world renowned. Glowing beacons cast brilliant pillars of light up into the sky. “BeaconTown,” the post card says in a flashy, eye-catching font. 

      This is the town that holds the heroes of legend. 

     The heroes who found their happy ending and wanted to share all their efforts amongst the world around them. 

     Heroes who fought with all their might against numerous threats. From the ungodly man made entity of horrors, the Witherstorm! Piercing the command block with a mighty final blow. The hero of Order, shattering its influence on the monster with a diamond edged sword. Then there was the sentient supercomputer, PAMA. A complex build of redstone brilliance, turned evil with the intention of making everything and everyone, “useful”, under its own bidding. Going so far as to plan to work its malicious programming into our world and corrupt our people. Not to mention the three Old Builder’s who held an entire town of people hostage, forcing those poor souls to fight against each other solely for the Builder’s entertainment. How vile…

      I’ve been waiting years for this moment. 

     The man tucks his postcard away and grips the handles of his bike tighter. He pedals up a hill full of long grass, his heart racing with exhilaration knowing he’s getting closer and closer. The dirt path he follows ascends a small hill. With a backdrop of cloudy blue skies and a sea of flowing grass, he’s almost to the top. He can’t help the excited smile that forms on his face. 

     Something finally comes into view. Something, he realizes as he gets further up the hill, that is most definitely out of place for the BeaconTown he’s been looking forward to. His pedaling feet begin to slow… Confusion stirring something within his rapidly beating heart. His bike comes to a skirting stop once he reaches the top. He holds up his postcard once again. A face of rising confusion washes away all the excitement that brought him up this hill. In front of him is the town of heroes. He can tell from the numerous pillars lighting up the sky in the far distance. There is, however, a massive structure that doesn’t show up at all in the postcard he holds. He compares the picture to the real thing in front of him, holding the photograph against the city skyline. His blond brows furrow, looking back and forth between the two before he’s stuffing the postcard back into his inventory. 

      Odd. Nobody mentioned anything about a massive floating tower right smack in the middle of town. He merely shrugs it off. While it is surprising to see, it is pretty extraordinary to witness. He’s never seen a structure as huge as this in all his years of traveling. It’s almost hard to believe it was built by humans. It’s nearly impossible to look at anything else the town has to offer from this distance with that huge build standing- no, floating in the middle of it.  

      I thought the beacons were going to be the focal point to this town. Not this ridiculous looking tower. 

     It is extremely impressive, he’ll admit, although he can’t help but feel like it’s too grand in comparison to everything else. 

      Maybe it’s the heroes tower. Made to look intimidating so trouble makers and villains know what they’re up against the moment they come into the town’s territory. 

     “Well… You ready for this, Dewey?” His voice, smooth like silk, rousing a slumbering ocelot from his rest within the bicycles front basket. The jungle cat merely lifts his head, giving it a shake while he blinks the sleep out of his eyes. The man chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He says, reaching down to scratch behind those white polka-dot ears. He draws his eyes up to look back at BeaconTown. 

      It’s finally happening. 

     “Oookay Lukas, let’s do this.” He gives himself a small motivational boost, taking a deep breath as he adjusts his footing, pushing his feet against the pedals once again and accelerates forward. He bikes down the hill, riding through the grassy plains towards town. The wind against his face feels entirely new. Fresh, just as this new beginning is. 

      I wonder what kind of people I’ll meet. I’ve heard people from all over the world have moved here to start their new life in BeaconTown. 

      As he gets closer, he begins to take more notice of the biomes surrounding the famous town. One of the neighboring biomes looks to be an oak forest. A very common biome that Lukas has been to many times, spending countless hours studying the specks of dirt beneath his feet to the highest shivering leaf on the tallest tree. While he’ll never turn down the idea of checking out another familiar biome, it's the biome on the opposite side of town that is particularly eye-catching. 

     Very tall evergreen trees point towards the sky. The tree line is dark and compelling compared to the much more welcoming looking oak forest that neighbors it. He gazes upon the coniferous woodland as he bikes down the dirt path, getting closer and closer to BeaconTown. Those woods look very expansive , Lukas finding the inability to see where it starts or where it ends. The bigger the biome, the better. 

      Gotta make note to begin my studies as soon as possible. A biome that big could take months to fully map out, and there’s no telling what kinds of animals have made their home there. Oh jeez, and the fungi? A coniferous forest like this must get a lot of rain and retain a ton of that moisture. There’s no telling how many species of plants live there.

     Lukas returns his gaze to the road ahead. The mouth of the gate coming more and more into view. Excitement surges him forward, pedaling faster, getting closer! In just a few more seconds he’ll be passing right through-!

     “Stop right there!” 

     Lukas slams on the breaks, skirting his bike to a sudden stop. 

     He’s just been stopped by… Guards? Lukas’ thrill of the moment immediately falls away, replaced by complete confusion. Two guards stand before him, both blocking his entry to town. Their iron armor glints under the sun and their helmets cover most of their facial features, making their faces much harder to memorize. Lukas nervously gets off his bike, and just by doing so, the two guards reach to the scabbards at their hips. Lukas falters, gripping his bike and backing away just a bit. 

     “What business do you have here?” The guard to Lukas’ left questions. 

     Lukas’ confusion only strengthens. He tilts his head slightly, attempting to keep his eyes averted from the guard’s weapons. “This… is BeaconTown, right?” He asks. 

     The iron clad guard scoffs. “Sure is. Now, I repeat, what business do you have here?” 

     Lukas meets the man’s discourtesy with a scrutinizing glare. “I hardly see how that is any of your concern, but if you must know, I’m a traveling author. I’m currently working on extensive biome research and your town is on my list of destinations to explore.”

     The guard laughs mockingly. “Author?”  

      “Explore?” The other guard simply laughs. 

      Lukas flicks his eyes between the two men, a prickle of annoyance befalling him. What’s these guys’ problem? What’s so funny?

      The guard to his left sneers. “Whatever. Try not to get in anyone's way or we’ll be sending you on your way.” 

     The guards yield and return to their stations on either side of the gate. Lukas is absolutely baffled by such a ludicrous welcome party. For a town famous for its kindness and generosity, the people keeping it protected are surely doing it no favors. Lukas clutches his bike's handles and moves quickly, making his way through the gate but not without offering one last disappointed glance at the man that spoke with such poison in his tone. 

      Weirdos. Lukas turns away. 

     He soon finds himself walking along a cracked, stone brick path of BeaconTown’s main street. The ground here is rough and bumpy, too dangerous to ride his bike along. It must have been a long time since the street has been refurbished, because the pavement’s current appearance is drawing Lukas to make critical comparisons to the ruined temples deep within the jungles he’s few times been lucky enough to come across. Although, the more he looks around, the more he finds that the street is not the only thing that is in the need of immediate repair.

     The builds here all seem so… lifeless. Lukas reaches into his coat pocket, holding up the picture he brought along. The postcard depicts vibrant colors from bright greens and blues to warm pinks and reds. So many cool structures you’d never see anywhere else that showcase the true lengths of the creative freedom BeaconTown offers! But here… There seems to be none of that… All that colorful wool long burnt to the ground. There looks to be old run down shops, fallen victim to wear and tear over the years, closed for good with no intentions of re-opening. With the graffiti splattered over the wooden panels and brick walls of the broken structures, one would be in the right to consider just destroying the whole building rather than attempting to save it by remodeling. There’s boarded up windows. Some windows just straight up missing glass! 

      Did griefers raid this place!? 

     Lukas turns away from the abandoned shops. He keeps his eyes averted from the people who do wander the crumbling streets. People turn their heads as he walks, glaring daggers as sharp as the ones they wield on their hips. Lukas finds himself tense with discomfort. Keeping his eyes glued to the ground, he attempts to mind his business, wanting to avoid any sort of confrontation. 

      Where are the smiles? The joy? 

     He walks by a group gathered together at what looks to be a coffee shop, one that could use a big makeover. In his peripheral vision, he can count at least four heavily armed strangers with swords at their hips and baskets of arrows snug against their backs sitting in chairs at the establishment. To keep your weapons shown off in such a way? These people want to make themselves look dangerous. Anyone else in their right mind would keep their weapons and tools hidden within their inventories. Lukas feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, uneasy as he walks by the group. He stays blissfully unaware of not so friendly looks he receives as he passes. 

     While he isn’t sure where to start when it comes down to research, he does know his first task is finding the place that will house him for the next couple months. 

     Do I really want to stay somewhere like this for that long? He wonders. I’ve never experienced such an unpleasant welcome. …Maybe I just entered the bad side of town.

     He’ll stick to that assumption for now. 

     What does catch his eye as he travels deeper into the heart of the town is the structure that gave the city its name. The beacon monument! Lukas’ eyes brighten at the sight of the tall pillars of light. Colored light pierce through the clouds and shoot to the Aether. Lukas lays a hand over his forehead to avoid the sun obscuring his view of the incredible sight. The colors disappear as they exit the Earth’s atmosphere. He wonders how far they truly go? Something to look into while he’s here. He lowers his attention down to the monument itself. Amazingly, compared to the rest of the town, the structure stays in good condition. It doesn’t seem to be crumbling like the world around it. It sits here in the middle of town square, its surrounding radius filled with shops, homes, and down the darker alleys, possible secrets. 

     Just beyond the town square is a large, pearly white building. It looks important, the way it stands beneath that massive structure that engulfs the sky above it. If Lukas had to make a guess, he’s confident he may have just found the main headquarters for those who run this town. He’s by no means a builder, but part of him can’t help but feel like this big tower thing in the sky kind of sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s ugly. Lukas shakes his head, dismissing the two builds and turns away, veering off on a new path. 

     As amazing a sight the beacons truly are, he re-adjusts his satchel higher and grips his bike handle tighter. He’s got to keep moving. He passes by the monument and starts walking a new path towards his left. He takes a nice long look at a very… interesting build. A small tower structure, one that reminds Lukas of those dangerous pillager outposts he’s witnessed in his travels, except this one is complimented with the addition of lava oozing down its sides, gathering into a safe- ish pool at the base. Who the heck leaves lava out in the open like that!? Even if it is controlled, some delirious fool could still walk themselves right into one of the lava streams fountaining from off the top. 

     Another conflicted look twists the blond’s features. Some people sure do get creative with their building projects. Lukas can’t say he’s well versed enough to judge though, since he has little to no building experience. He decides to continue forth. Passing more builds that seem to be a little more lively. He’s observing more townsfolk who seem like ordinary people with no hidden motives walking around. That, and– Oh! Lukas’ eyes land on a rather tall building a short distance away. The building is white with many windows. It looks to be at least six floors. A hotel maybe? Lukas glances around, staying aware of his surroundings before pressing forth in the direction of the building. The closer he gets, the more disheartened he becomes.

     A hospital. He gathers, looking at the sign. 

     He clicks his tongue in thought, running a hand through his short blond hair and taking another look around.

     “You lost or somethin’?” 

     A rather rough voice speaks beside him. The blond nearly jolts out of his skin in surprise. 

     “Oh! Whoa, did not see you there.” Lukas smiles awkwardly. “Uh. Not lost exactly? More like unaware of where I should be going. I’m looking fo-”

     “So you’re lost.” 

     “...Yeah.” Lukas says flatly. 

     The man in front of him looks old and tired. He holds a cane to keep himself supported. “You don’t look like you’re from around here.” The old man eyes him inspectingly. “What brings you to a place like this?”

     “Oh! Well, uh-” Lukas brightens up at the idea of conversation. It’s been a long while since he’s actually spoken to another human being who wasn’t outrageously rude. “Well you see, I’m actually a travelling-”

     “Salesman?”

     “...What? No. I’m an author. I’m traveling the world to collect data on the many biomes our wonderful Earth has to offer, as well as the diverse cultures that is unique to ever-”

     “Yeah, yeah.” The man gives him a dismissive wave. “Look, I get it. You’re one of them book nerds. Library is that way, son.” The man points Lukas off down a different road. “If that’s what 'yer lookin’ for, have at it.”

     “Well– I… I mean that is helpful, but I was actually looking for a place I could rent? Like a hotel perhaps?” Lukas gives him a hopeful, yet uncertain look. 

     “Hmm.” The old fellow hums. “You’re lookin’ for BeacInn then. That’s down that same road. A little further ways away from the library. Lucky you.” The old man emits a gruff chuckle, taking a puff of his pipe. 

     Lukas wrinkles his nose at the awful smell, turning away before it gets overwhelming. “Oh awesome. Thank you, sir. I appreciate your kindness.” Lukas offers him a quick smile, then turns away and immediately drops it. That gentleman was helpful, but awfully impolite. He interrupted him twice! That’s completely asinine. Lukas lightly shakes his head. What’s with this town and harboring such rude people? I thought this was supposed to be the friendly capital of the world. Lukas sighs, picking up his pace. 

     “You okay in there, Dewey?” Lukas lifts the little blanket that sits atop his bike basket. A little black nose peeks out, then emerges two emerald green eyes. The ocelot trills lightly in response. “Good. I’m not impressed with the people I’ve spoken to so far. You stay hidden okay?” His pale hand reaches, grasping the checkered blanket and tucking it softly back over the ocelot’s head, hiding him. “Don’t want to risk gaining the attention of exotic animal traders if there are any. They’d have a hay-day with you.” 

     A mumbled mewl sounds from beneath the blanket. Lukas gives his ocelot a reassuring pat before focusing himself back on the road ahead. 

     This time he makes sure to gain no more attention from any of the town goers. He did pass the library that the old man had mentioned. To Lukas’ surprise and delight, the place by no means looks at all run down as the rest of the town. He stops momentarily to gaze upon the building's greatness. Someone with high respect towards architecture built this no doubt. The structure is built with quartz, andesite, and diorite. It looks pristine in comparison to the lack-luster builds barely standing beside it. Someone must be maintaining its beauty. 

     That means someone here in this town must have a deep respect for the art of literature just as he does. Lukas smiles up at the library, feeling a glimmer of hope brighten his spirits. “Awesome! I’ll definitely be visiting here tomorrow.” Lukas turns himself and his bike away, continuing down the street. “Maybe there will be some history books in there. Something that can give me a bit of insight on what the heck happened to this place.” 

     For now though, Lukas finds himself wandering up to a new building. A tall building. The bricks look in decent condition to Lukas’ further surprise. In fact, he looks around and notices a few of the buildings here look a bit more welcoming than what the mainstreet had to offer. There’s a couple of food stands propped up. He can smell something tasty wafting through the air, making his mouth water. It has been a while since he ate too. Lukas turns his head back up to the brick building. A sign with a bed on it tells him all he needs to know. Food later. He needs to settle down with his belongings before he goes and begins exploring the restaurants here in town. 

     A bell chimes above him as he opens the door. What greets Lukas on the other side is a neat and tidy entryway. A couple blocks in front of him is the front desk, while to the right of him is what looks to be a lounge area fitted with a cozy fireplace and atmosphere. Between the front desk and the waiting area is the hallway that Lukas can only assume will take him down to his room.

     “Hi, welcome in!”

     Lukas refocuses his attention on a lady standing behind the front desk. She has a smile on her face at the very least. Probably the first friendly looking person he’s encountered since he entered town. Lukas looks around carefully before making his approach to the counter. “Uh. Hi there, hope it’s okay to bring my bike in with me.” 

     “Oh yeah it’s no problem. Were you looking to stay?” She says with a cheerful tone.

     Lukas allows the tension in his limbs to subside. Finally, Someone he can maybe have a decent conversation with. “Yes please.”

     “Wonderful! So you’ll be staying here tonight untiiiil?” She holds up a quill and notepad.

     “Oh, well I’ll be staying here for about three months, if that isn’t too much to ask?”

     “Holy cow. Three months? ” She raises her brows in disbelief. 

     “Yeah! I’m here on business, I guess you could call it. I’m an author, traveling the world doing biome studies.”

     “Wowza. That sure sounds exciting. You’re the first person I’ve ever seen who actually wants to stay here that long.”  

     Lukas’ expression turns worrisome. “Why do you say that?”

     The girl scoffs as she writes. “Have you seen BeaconTown? If I were you I’d get the info you need and skedaddle.” 

     Lukas tilts his head to the left, his ocelot-like curiosity piquing. “I thought this place was famous for its friendliness. Was that all just… Some outlandish hoax?” 

     “Name please.”

     “Oh sorry, it’s Lukas.”

     She jots down a few more notes on her notepad before setting it down with a sigh. “It used to be. That’s actually the reason I came here too. I saved up for years to move to the safe haven, BeaconTown . It was my dream. When I got here though…” She shook her head. “I couldn’t tell you what happened. All I know is that the mayor stopped caring a long time ago about what goes on around here. She doesn’t bother kicking out all the griefers and thieves that have shown up over the past couple years. It’s turned into a really bad town.” The woman's voice dips somberly. “Now I’m just trying to make enough to get out of here.”

     “Jeez.” Lukas runs a hand over his arm, unsure of what to say. “So there’s a real mystery at hand, huh?”

     “I suppose you could call it that. If you talk to the right people, it won’t be a mystery at all. I’d be extremely careful who you speak to though. Some people here don’t take kindly to outsiders, especially those of your stature.”

     “My stature?”

     “Rich?” She raises a brow.

     “...Oh. I mean, not really. I make enough to get by.”

     “And to book a hotel room for three months?”

     Lukas shrugs sheepishly. 

     The woman just sighs. “Nah I get it. It’s not safe to discuss that sort of thing here. It was rude of me to ask, so I apologize.” She shuffles around behind the desk, grabbing a room key and handing it off to the novelist. Lukas takes it with a nod and quiet ‘thanks’. “Enjoy your stay, sir.” 

     “Uh, thank you.” Lukas looks down for a name tag but sees none. Instead of attempting more conversation, he decides to work his way down the hall. No name tag? Is everyone here hiding something? Lukas sighs. Well, at least he gained some information from the small talk he had with the front desk lady. The mayor isn’t doing anything about the chaos? How long has that been going on? He can’t help but wonder. 

      Room 510. Lukas gives one good look at the elevator and decides against it. He’s not ready to commit that amount of trust to this place. Getting the bike up numerous flights of stairs was a struggle in itself. Thankfully the girl seemed to have no issue with him bringing it inside, because he can’t imagine what would happen with it if he left it outside. Lukas has never sworn under his breath so many times in such a small time span. When he finally gets up to the fifth floor, he sets the bike down with a huff. A little face pokes its head out from beneath the blanket, Dewey emitting his own annoyed growl with all the commotion. “Sorry buddy, I decided to take the scenic route.” Dewey just stuffs his head back beneath the blanket and sighs. 

     Finding his room number, he taps the key card against the redstone sensor and unlocks the door. Walking in, he’s greeted with another cozy atmosphere, similar to the one down in the lounge. The room is spacious with three nice big windows to gaze upon the forest bordering town through. Lukas walks in further, relieved to see a desk and chair, all in good condition, as well as a bed which is neatly made with nightstands at each side. To his left beside the door is the bathroom with all the essentials. All in all, much better than he was expecting. Lukas props his bike up against the wall beside the entryway and allows the door to shut behind him. “Okay. Coast is clear, Dewey. Come on out.” 

     The blanket quickly ascends with an arch. Dewey stretches his back finally, then shakes the blanket off and hops out of the basket. He settles on the floor, giving his paw a few licks before standing to begin his patrol of the room. “Hopefully it’s to your liking. I’ll get your stuff set up in the bathroom while you check things out.”

     Well, at least the hotel is nice. He considers himself lucky on that part, knowing it could be considerably worse due to the rest of the town's current state. He has to wonder though, what’s keeping this small part of the town in better condition than the rest of it? He’s only just arrived and already finds many mysteries keeping his brain captivated and awake. As evening comes, the light of the setting sun filters in through the window, bathing the room in soothing orange light. Lukas currently lay on the bed in his midnight blue pajamas, Dewey lay curled at his side. 

     After settling down, he traveled back out of the hotel to partake in some of the dining BeaconTown had to offer. The food was… okay. He ordered some chicken skewers from one of the vendor stands and got a cod stick for Dewey. No one seemed in the mood for chit-chat, although Lukas can hardly blame them anymore. He’d attempted small talk with the woman working the stall, but she just flashed him an odd look and kept to herself. Talk about awkward.  From the vibes he’s catching here in BeaconTown, it's better to hold your tongue and keep to yourself.

     Lukas stares up at the ceiling, plotting his next move. Tomorrow, he definitely wants to look into what’s going on at the library. There has to be something there that will give him some insight on what’s going on. However… The blond turns to his side, looking out towards the windows, watching the pillowy clouds in the far off distance drift slowly over the orangish-yellow sky. He is here for biome work. Maybe he should just stick to that instead? And keep his nose out of the town’s business. It’s not like he intends to settle down here. Maybe if it had lived up to his original expectations, he’d finally have a place to look forward to calling home.

     Now he’s not so sure. 

     Lukas sighs heavily and sits up, waking Dewey out of his sleep. He sits at the edge of the bed, debating for a few seconds before promptly getting up and approaching one of the windows. He lays his hand on the window sill and looks out, gazing upon the tree line. If there’s anything keeping him in high spirits, it’s the biomes surrounding this lousy town. He can see the mountains peeking from behind the dark tree line. A very far off mountain range that only amplifies his passion for adventure. He’s anxious to get out there and see what the surrounding biomes have to offer. He knows of the grasslands, as they are what he traversed through to get here in the first place. The small oak forest on the opposite side of town certainly appeals to him, although he’s already collected significant data on oak forests and what they offer in regards to flora, and habitat for animals and humans. 

     This though… 

     Lukas stares upon the darkening trees. Tall conifers point to the Aether with their angular tops. A coniferous forest is something Lukas is lacking severely on when it comes to data. He wonders what secrets the forest hides. For every biome he’s entered, he’s always found something that exceeded his expectations. Why, he’s got over four hundred pages to prove it. 

      Just this biome and two more. Then it will be ready for the final draft. Lukas smiles, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath.

     After another minute lingering at the window, Lukas returns to the bed and this time, pulls up the covers to snuggle in. He leans over, giving Dewey a few affectionate pets on the head before settling back down into the pillows with a long sigh of relief. 

      I must keep myself focused on my work. Whatever problems BeaconTown has aren’t for me.

[s-talking]

Sakuyoru is in the process of leaving for work. With Amaryllis camping the door atop the couch to see her off. The black jacket being pulled over her torso with her phone pocketed. It's very baggy, intentionally bought 3 sizes too large for her small frame, but it hugs her well and could pass for a short dress.

Before she grabs her bag, though, she saunters back into the main room toward the only other person in the home. Her beloved, questionable little killer. She fusses with his hair, straightening it up for him, but keeping the iconic veil in place. Soft pale thumbs caress his cheeks before coming upon his shoulders, so that she can reach that extra few inches to press a rosy kiss upon his alabaster skin. Leaving an all-too perfect mark in dark red-violet, almost like blood, with a touch of pink. It adds color to him where there is none, and that's how she likes to mark him.

"Be good for me today?" she asks with a head tilt, not expecting him to be 'good' whatever that means in his vocabulary. Just not to be too... violent. At least not when she's absent, needing to always hover to ensure he's safe – even when he's being his murder-y self. "You can come with me if you want, I'll just be potting in the nursery, and you'll look unbearably cute in the apron if you do... I'll only be gone a few hours."

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋. the last few weeks were like a prelude to a pandemonium, with countless days & nights lost to preparations & most turbulent form of research, covering every wall of envy's new bedroom in hundreds of notes, documents, crude sketches, & photographs, as well as a single red string that binds them all together. it was a perfect spectacle of his thoughts, of the murderous intent & madness hiding inside. there's just one thing that is still missing, a certain key, the very last yet most crucial piece of it all; a passport. without it, envy might as well stay in america & count sheep, for nobody passes the border empty-handed.

oh, whatever should he do? pacing back & forth around the room, the little killer bites onto his black nail. ❝ searching for a new doppelganger will take too long, the black market is out of the question. tsk... i need more time. time, time, time.... ❞ probing through every dark corner of his wicked mind, envy stops by the window & stares at the monochrome sky, the pale light pouring through lacy white curtain outlining his tall, svelte frame. ❝ maybe i should ask grandmother.... ❞

suddenly the old door creaks open, giving way to sakuyoru whom envy doesn't even hear. ❝ or maybe.... i.... ❞ until she touches him. ❝ . . . . . . ? ❞ ever so slowly turning around, giving an equally slow & shallow blink, the little stares at her with unfocused eyes, as though not actually seeing her in that very moment but something entirely different, the black nail still caught between his lips; would smuggling even work... ?

he is trapped in a whole new world entirely, it seems, following sakuyoru's movements with black eyes alone much like a snake caught in trance. it takes a good while, perhaps another minute or two, but that sweet & tender kiss is just what is needed for envy to finally return to her. ❝ oh... ❞ he flatters his dark lashes again, at long last releasing that poor tortured nail in order to catch the last of her softly spoken words, ❝ wait... ❞ he whispers, ❝ you're.... going? ❞

completely disregarding own bitter dilemmas ── as well as everything she just said ── the little killer scoffs with a smile & proceeds to wrap both strong arms around her waist, pulling her in. the muscular chest now practically in her face at this point but, envy could sincerely careless, canning his head a little in order to whisper warmly against her ear, ❝ hnn... but what if i say no? what then? ❞ a devilish smirk can be heard in those low, purring words. no regard for her work whatsoever.

[enmi-land]

DIAAAA!! What do you think of an alternative ending, where Mila and Hwang Sejun ends up together and the members can’t do anything abt it?? And Mila and Sejun r genuinely in love?? Ngl I find Sejun n Mila cute tgt 😭😭

ngl this had me tempted lol like idk why sejun ended up just stealing the spotlight but understandable 👹 anyway!! don’t know for sure if i will do it, but i do have a deleted scene here for any sejunxmila fans out there ✨✨

ılı. 𝒩ow Playing . . . OLDER , Isabel larosa

────────𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝓯𝓽. hwang sejun 𝔁 mila bai ( 𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖫𝖲 alt end. )

“You know, you could just move in with me.”

Mila was half awake at midnight, wearing nothing but one of Sejun’s dress shirts, and definitely not prepared for his proposition.

“It would save you the time of sneaking out and back into your dorms again,” he continued, brushing away a strand of hair from her face. “And it means I get to see you like this even more.”

Mila felt almost guilty that she even considered the offer. She loved her members too much to be away from them—but maybe that was the perfect reason she could offer to justify why it was a good idea. Seeing her thoughtful expression, Sejun smiled. He kissed her forehead gently (as if he didn’t leave hand-shaped bruises on her hips, or a trail of purple love bites on every inch of her skin the night before). 

“You’re getting soft,” Mila pointed out. He had always been somewhat gentle with her—when they weren’t in bed, anyways. But after two months of sneaking around beneath the noses of Dispatch and, in Mila’s case, her fellow members, she supposed that maybe he had grown a fondness for her after all.

“How can I not? Do you know how adorable you are?” he whispered, pecking her on the lips. A boyish grin made its way onto his face when she wrinkled her nose. Anyone would instantly forget that he was, in fact, seven years her senior and a notorious sex icon in the acting industry, whose name was involved in more scandal headlines than all of Enhypen combined. “My cute bunny.”

“Well, this bunny has to go hopping home,” Mila said with a petulant tone.

Sejun quirked an eyebrow. “Leaving already?” He caressed her thighs, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. “Why don’t you stay a little longer, hm? I’ll drive you home later.”

Mila didn’t know if that was a good idea. She had already been here longer than she intended, and if she let him have his way, she would be stumbling into the Enhypen dorms by the time everyone else was awake. But then, what did it matter if she did?

Sejun immediately knew when she had given in. “Good girl.”

Mila blamed her childhood, for the lack of praises from her absent father who left with barely a goodbye, for the way she easily succumbed to the praises of a man who would ruin her further than she already was. But, what could she say? He always knew how to get the best out of her.

[somethingscft]

feeling nora's fingertips gently massaging his always tense scalp did wonders. eyes closed, he hummed as he relaxed into her touch. "thank you," theo returned lazily, pressing a kiss into her wrist when it was close enough. “kissing me with cinnamon on your tongue might get me to start loving french toast again,” he admitted before stealing another peck from her. he frowned when she withdrew her hand from his scalp but kept himself from making any audible complaints. at her preface, theo sat up in his seat. “okay,” he nodded at her words, smiling sweetly. he didn’t necessarily care how many people his partner slept with. he was more concerned with the quality over the quantity. “you can be very experienced with two partners , depending…i learned a lot about sex with my first girlfriend, and we were both virgins." theo tried to put her mind at ease about her so-called inexperience. "that's good too." he'd have fun exploring nora's sexual tastes.

impossibly blue eyes widened at nora's enthusiasm. "of course i'm okay with that. i just didn't expect to hear it was all. i like this energy, though. what else?" he wanted to know what other surprises she held behind coy eyes and flushed cheeks. the look of shock remained on his face for an entirely different reason. "you're kidding...has anyone ever tried?" it was hard to believe she's had two partners that both refused to eat her out, especially if they were long-term. it almost pissed him off, but nora's fingers on his thigh calmed him. they move on to their shared interest in praise as a kink. "yeah, okay...that's good to know. you like to be submissive, then?" theo smiled, quietly thinking of all the positions where nora could be a good girl for him. "my only real kink other than praise is breeding, but it's not a must...i do really fucking like it, though." theo divulged finally. there was something about the risk that made things that much sweeter; he wasn't really ready for children of his own yet.

theo welcomed nora with arms wrapped her waist. "and i love that you get me," he whispered a mere inch from her face. his breath hitched in anticipation before her lips met his jaw, eliciting satisfied sighs. he slid off the stool to help her close the gap between them. his palms dropped to her hips to pulling her taut against him, gently caressing the soft flesh there. he was obsessed with how she felt in his hands. "really?" he kissed her slowly. "show me," theo returned lowly, lacing their fingers. he led them to the iconic chair. they had already attached a bunch of sentimental value to the green armchair; what's one more? reaching behind his head, theo pulled his t-shirt off in one fell swoop. "can i?" he gestured to her cardigan. "i can't lie...i haven't fully processed anything since you said you liked giving head...a lot. you have the prettiest mouth," his thumb stroked her bottom lip as he stared. he could feel himself thick and wanting against his thigh.

"that sounds really fun," she said excitedly, the idea of going to his baking class and seeing him in his element making her grin. she also wouldn't mind learning a thing or two herself. she had enjoyed watching a cake decorating tiktok or two (or twelve) over the pandemic, and she'd always wanted to grab a piping bag and frosting and go wild. she also wouldn't mind licking frosting off of him afterwards.

she thought about evading his question when he'd asked again, but she knew he was coming from a place of support, and that was hard to ignore. she let out a shaky breath. "i- i'm just not the type of girl guys like to take out, okay? i just kind of stopped thinking that was an option for me after awhile." she hoped he understood it wasn't anything she thought of him.

the way theo described what he wanted and needed out of sex was equal parts practical, educational, and sexy. he was the picture perfect man in a lot of ways already, but this level of communication was the cherry on top. her nails gently ran through the locks of his hair she had been fiddling with, scratching lightly at his scalp as he explained. when he finally paused, she nodded in agreement and understanding before leaning to kiss the corner of his mouth. "thank you for telling me."

"okay, um. just to put it out there..." nora trailed off for a moment, removing her hand from his hair and placing it back in her lap anxiously. "i've slept with two guys in my life. that's it. i'm not exactly experienced." saying this out loud felt embarrassing, but she was certain he'd figure that out even if she hadn't told him. better to rip the bandaid off. "i'm not sure i really know what i do or don't like yet. but i'm open-minded and want to find out."

she tried to address each of his points. "i like giving head... a lot, actually. i hope that's okay with you." she leaned in to him, speaking softly. "i- i've never received it to know if i like it," she admitted, a tinge of redness flushing her cheeks. as his thumb stroked her knuckles, she mirrored the action on his knee, her thumb mindlessly stroking near his thigh. "i like praise... i need the reassurance, i guess? i like to be..." her eyes trailed between his own and his lips, "um, to be told when i've been a good girl." she had only thought about theo saying that to her a million times. she was sure she'd combust hearing it in real life.

she hopped down from her stool, pushing into the space between his knees so she could wrap her arms around his neck. "i also like being nice to the person i'm fucking," she smiled up at him before she pressed a kiss into his jaw, trailing a few more across his skin before pulling away. she stood on her tip toes to press her body against his, just as he had to her in the classroom, his chest tight and strong where she was more curvy and soft. "i really want to be nice to you," she whispered breathlessly, smiling at him with a tilt of her head.

[mauvecherie-writes]

Super Soaker.

Warning: NSFW 18+, minors dni, SMUT SMUT SMUT. not edited.

Word Count: 1.49K

Summary: A simple gym video posted to IG caused your dam to break …

Notes: Taking a mini detour from writing Maps to bring you this beauty. minimal plot, minimal dialogue, smut and vibes. Makes no sense but just go with it because I really just wanted to get it out there.

The arrangement that the two of you had was an exclusively casual sort of deal. It worked great in both of your favour - no commitment to each other but as long as you openly communicated about where the both of you stood, there was no problem. The both of you were too busy for a relationship but never too busy for a weekend of coital indulgence.

The arrangement that the two of you had was an exclusively casual sort of deal. It worked great in both of your favour - no commitment to each other but as long as you openly communicated about where the both of you stood, there was no problem. The both of you were too busy for a relationship but never too busy for a weekend of coital indulgence.

He was back from his holiday tour in Africa and the first call he made when he landed back home was to you. Quickly emptying your schedule, the chauffeur picked you up and since then, the two of you have been in your own little cocoon. It was day four of your visit and usually by now, you would have left but before Lewis left for his morning run, he asked for you to stay another day and with his fingers softly bringing you to an orgasm, it was a simple persuasion that you could not refuse.

He was back from his holiday tour in Africa and the first call he made when he landed back home was to you. Quickly emptying your schedule, the chauffeur picked you up and since then, the two of you have been in your own little cocoon. It was day four of your visit and usually by now, you would have left but before Lewis left for his morning run, he asked for you to stay another day and with his fingers softly bringing you to an orgasm, it was a simple persuasion that you could not refuse.

By now it was about eleven in the morning and you were finally up from your slumber and lounging in the unkempt bed, scrolling through your instagram when you clicked on Lewis’s icon. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes watched the video that he had posted. There was a caption sure - something motivational as always - but you were not focused on that no, you were focused on the bare tattooed torso of your man as it glistened with sweat. The heavy panting of his chest caused his gold chains to rise and fall and the sight of the necklaces alone was enough for your pussy to clench around nothing. His unbraided hair was in a ponytail which brought more attention to his handsome face.

A typical slutty gym video of Lewis bare chested with his sweats hung low, showcasing his waistline and you were fucking soaking. The way you felt was almost as if he had not spent the last four days fucking you within inches of your life in every corner of his house and doing it again. His allure was undeniable and you found yourself getting out of the bed to quickly freshen up. You put on a pair of fresh underwear and his discarded vest shirt before rushing to his gym. For a moment, you stopped to watch him bench press.

You bit on your bottom lip as your insides tingled as you watched his muscles flex with each press.

God, he was so beautiful.

And he was all yours.

You walked forward and stood in between his parted legs and placed your hands on his thighs. Feeling your presence, he placed the weight bar down and took his airpods out as you straddled his lap and then ran your hands up and down his torso, loving the way each ridge and dip felt beneath your palm.

“Good morning you beautiful human being. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” You greeted as he sat upwards. He chuckled as he caressed your bare thighs. He bit his lip as he looked up at you as your hands came to his neck and your thumbs rubbed on his jawline.

“You tell me every time gorgeous girl, thank you. How did you sleep?” He asked before giving you a soft kiss on your naturally pouty lip.

“I slept well and I was enjoying my morning then i came across a video that piqued my interest.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked as he raised his eyebrow and licked his lips. “What video was that?”

“You being a slut per usual.” You giggled. “You get off on knowing your fans go completely feral over that? I can feel how hard you are right now.”

“No, I’m hard because my sweet girl is sitting on my lap right now and I can feel her hot pussy on me.”

“This is your fault. Why are you fucking hot? First thing in the morning and all I wanna do is get on my knees and suck your dick but I also wanna feel you deep inside of me.” You whispered as your lips brushed against each other.

“That can be arranged.” He smiled before he consumed you. His tongue touched the roof of your mouth as you sank into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid underneath the shirt that you had adorned and squeezed your flesh. You whimpered softly as he edged you to grind on him.

“I can feel how wet you are baby.” He groaned. “That all for me?”

“Mhm.” You nodded your head as you tighten your grip around him. Your moan shuddered him as he picked you up in his arms and shifted his sweats down long enough to pull his dick out, letting his body do the talking that he couldn’t say. He moved your panties to the side and tried to push his fingers into you but you were so drenched.

“Fuck baby, fuuucckk.” He sighed. “You don’t need any foreplay do you? Just seeing me work out got you fucking soaking huh?”

“You can slip right in Daddy I swear. I’m so fucking wet.”

“Sit on it sweetheart. Take Daddy’s dick.” You held onto his shoulders as you took his cock and began to sink down on him, You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He pecked your lips before he laid back onto the bench and placed his hands behind his back.

“Take this dick, it’s yours.”

“Don’t say things like that to me.” You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on his thick length.

“Why not?” He held onto your hip, letting you adjust comfortably.

“Because then I’ll want you more than I should right now.” You began to lightly bounce making sure that you felt every inch of his cock. “God baby.”

“Nothing’s wrong with that. I’m right here.”

His eyes closed as you rolled your hips before steadying yourself and riding him as hard as you could. You watched as he tried to hold himself - he was giving you all the control but you were slipping because he was pushing against your g-spot and your thighs were quick to start trembling. The over stimulation was too much and your first orgasm was quickly approaching but then he stilled your hips causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth.

“Look at me.” He growled. And once you met his eyes, he began thrusting up into you. Your eyes widened as you bounced in his lap to the ferocity of his thrusts. You tried to close your eyes but then you felt a soft slap to your cheek before he shoved his fingers into your mouth as his thumb and pinky buried into your cheekbones.

“I said fucking look at me.” He hissed as he fucked into you harder. You moaned into his fingers as you held onto the wrist of the hand in your mouth as your other dug its fingernails into his skin. Your cunt tightened around him as he plunged into your heat again and again.

“Now that’s a good girl. Got all wet just watching me work out and you couldn’t wait until you sat on Daddy’s dick huh? Couldn’t wait to give me all this pussy - dripping all over me and making a mess.”

You cried out as your walls tightened up around his cock. You were about to cum - your orgasm was within reach but you just needed a little more.

“I can feel you about to cum baby. That’s it, right fucking there … Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Shoving his fingers out of your mouth, you leaned down so that you could kiss him and moan into his mouth as you came. Your orgasm was as intense as they come with Lewis but this time your cream drenched him and a few beats behind you, he erupted deep inside of you.

“Fffuuccckk.” He groaned as his fingers tightened their grip on your ass and kept you still as he filled you up. In a moment’s calm, he sat up with your lips still interlocked and the angle shift pushed him a little further into you. You sighed as your tongue caressed his without consequence.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“With how hard you still are, I can tell. I haven’t had my fill either.”

“Wanna take it back upstairs?”

“No, we haven’t tried every corner of the gym yet ..” You smirked.

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[miffikun]

warmth in the rain

short n sweet fic for the david shaw fandom ˙ᵕ˙

summary: angel walks to david's to return his sweater.

it’s laundry day today.

didn’t i do laundry just the other day?

angel gathers the clothes surrounding the hamper haphazardly, stuffing the articles into the basket to wash. they feel an unfamiliar material, rubbing the cotton between their forefinger and thumb. it’s not theirs.

they hold the sweatshirt above them, examining the clean embroidery that splays across the chest. angel holds the sweater to their face.

it smells like him.

‘he’s probably looking for this’ they whisper. ‘i’m not doing anything today, might as well wash this and stop by.’ they quickly wash their clothes and dash out of their apartment.

their place isn’t far from david’s, only a couple of blocks. they’ve been to his apartment a couple of times, but never unannounced. they almost made it until little droplets of water pattered on their forehead.

‘shit.’

the rain got progressively more intense, louder. clutching the sweater, now freshly dried and folded, close to their chest, with the other hand over their head, they run to safety under the awning over david’s doorstep.

ring. nothing. ring. nothing.

angel wasn't entirely sure what david does for a living, they just knew his hours were weird. they opened his contact, finger hovering over the little call icon,

what if he’s busy? and what would he do if i told him i’m sitting at his doorstep? he couldn’t just drop whatever he was doing...

they bit the inside of their cheek, thinking of their next move. should they walk home? they decide to sit under the awning and wait for his car.

they clutch their knees to their chest, and bury their face in the sweater.

smells nice. like his cologne. and his hair. and my detergent.

the drizzling turns to pouring. the rain becomes crueler, and the wind becomes harsher, causing angel to shake in the thin long sleeve they came in. they think to wear the sweater they meant to bring, clean and dry. it was to the point where the chill became unbearable, and they had no choice but to wear it.

angel begins to doze off, head resting on their knees. they are startled by the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway, loud and abrupt, headlights flashing in their direction. the driver immediately swings his door open, and through the heavy rain, angel can see his face, startled, worried and caring.

‘w-what are you doing here??’ david stutters, jogging up to them. they rise and he immediately puts his hands on them. angel sighs at the warmth of his hand cradling the back of their neck. ‘you’re freezing’

‘i was waiting for you. cause i wanted to give you back your sweater. i had to wear it, though. i didn’t know it would get this cold’

‘my sweater..? why didn’t you just call me?‘

‘you were at work.’

‘so what? i'd much rather have been interrupted than for you to have nearly frozen your ass off...fuck..’ he scolded, inserting his keys into the door. they didn’t reply, instead followed him into the apartment, reveling in its stillness.

he sighs, dropping his bag and removing his wet boots. ‘i’m gonna get you a towel. don’t move.’

they smile softly and watch him rush to the other room. despite being sheltered most of the time at the doorstep, their hair is still considerably wet, hair sticking to their forehead and dripping down their face and ears. the sweater is mostly wet.

he comes back with a thick and fluffy towel, and before angel can reach out for it, he plops it onto their head, caressing the sides of their face, rustling their hair. angel looks up at him, up at his worried expression, the crease of his dark brow, and the tightness of his jaw. he looks beautiful as ever.

they hum at the relief of the warm towel against their cold ears. ‘thank .. you’

‘i wish you just called me. i don’t want you waiting for me like that again’

‘i’m sorry, and i’m sorry your sweater got wet. i even washed it, but i guess there was no point in that now.’

‘who cares about the sweater? i just…want you to let me know next time. you could’ve given it to me another day, why today?’

‘i… i missed you’ they murmur.

‘ah.’ he continues to ruffle their hair, then moves on to their neck. they look up at him the whole way, their eyes lingering on every part of his face, like they haven’t seen him in ages, and they’re trying to recognize this all-too-familiar face.

‘don’t you know it’s rude to stare?’

‘i... i want to kiss you' they whisper.

he stops, looking at them, mouth hung open. a warm shade of pink crawls up his cheeks as he shifts his gaze down to the floor.

he clears his throat. ‘then.. what’s stopping you..’ he mutters, just loud enough for angel to hear.

angels face immediately brightens. they reach up, stand on their tiptoes, cups his jaw to lead him into a tender, warm kiss. it takes a second for them to break apart.

‘happy?’

‘very’

‘your clothes are drenched. and your hands are still cold. come’ he directs.

david’s apartment is warm and quiet. angel is careful not to get the floor too wet as they walk to david’s bedroom.

he shuts the door behind them and starts rummaging through his dresser. he pulls out a folded t-shirt and sweats.

‘these might be a little big, but they’ve got drawstrings, so i think it’ll be fine’

angel quickly changes as their mate throws their clothes into the washer. he comes back to see them fiddling with the strings.

‘need help?’ he chuckles, amused.

‘please.’

he nudges their struggling fingers gently to tie the drawstrings himself, careful yet effortless. it was strangely mesmerizing. he was so close-- they could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, the heat of his breath. their heartbeat quickens, and they feel their chest grow warmer and warmer.

‘okay. you hungry?'

‘i should probably go...’

‘i don’t have work tomorrow. you don’t have work tomorrow. i don’t see the problem.'

‘you sure, davey?’

‘what makes you think i’m not sure?’

‘you jerk.’

‘jerk...okay.. so what do you want for dinner?’

‘mm..' they hum, 'something warm.’

angel remembered the rest of the day being just that, warm and familiar. they secretly thanked the storm for bringing them together like this, tucked into david’s side as he cooked something comforting for the two of them on that harshly rainy night.

[mikanotes]

— chilly

han-seok x gn!reader | shortfic.

genre: established relationship, comfort

warnings: mentions of killing, blood and anxiety. this takes place after the *literally kills someone then giggles and shrugs and says “surprise!” with a smile* scene if u were wondering

synopsis: hanseok isn’t just a merciless killer. sometimes. and the blood he carried on his hand never bothered you. not when he always took the time to wash it off properly before running his fingers on your face.

author’s note: i’ll write proper fics for him later rn i just wanted to write a comfort fic this is self indulgent bcos i’m feeling anxioussss also i couldnt find a gif of him saying his iconic “surprise” OTL cries

“You have blood on your cheek.” you said.

Hanseok had just come home after spending a while outside in the middle of the night. He only told you it had something to do with Hanseo and people never listening to what he said, which in itself, wasn’t much to go by. Hanseok could very well spend a day complaining about either of the two, so well.

He swiped his thumb over his cheek and looked at it, before furrowing his eyebrows and rubbing the back of his hand there again. This time a little smudge of blood was visible on his skin. He chuckled quietly and looked up at you. “Ah. Seems like it.”

You weren’t at all phased by the blood. It wasn’t really something that surprised you, anymore. And you knew what blood looked like, just as anyone else. Seeing it on his face precisely didn’t shake you in the slightest. It was almost normal. You sighed and brought your knees closer to your chest. “Did you go and kill someone, or something?”

“Something like that.” he exhaled in what seemed like satisfaction as he took off his jacket. He started walking towards the bathroom but stopped at the door to look at you over his shoulder. “What’s up with you?”

You shrugged. He pouted a bit but walked into the bathroom. You had no doubt he was trying to wash off the blood from his face and hands, and would probably come out with a different shirt at least. You sighed and let your head fall sideways onto the couch you were sitting on.You were tired. A bit sleepy. There was no reason for you to be on the couch rather than on the bed, really. You just didn’t think of moving. And didn’t really have the energy to, either.

Hanseok walked back into the room without a drop of blood on his skin and with a new hoodie. Just as you thought. He walked over to where you sat and plopped down next to you with a sigh. “What a very slightly eventful day. How about yours? You look exhausted.”

“Don’t know. I’m just tired.”

Hanseok hummed and pursed his lips, looking away before smiling and turning towards you. He opened his arms and you gave him a questioning look. He waved his hands towards himself, clearly beckoning you over. “Come here.”

You shook your head no. You didn’t feel like moving. Hanseok sighed and wrapped his arms around you, easily pulling you onto his lap and into his hold. You didn’t shake him off. Really, you didn’t mind it— You just didn’t have the energy to move. And it felt better now that he was holding you, too.

Hanseok gently caressed the side of your head, fingers eventually grazing your cheek. He smiled to himself at the sight of you, then looked you in the eye. “Don’t worry.”

“Easier said than done.”

He smiled. “As usual.” he said, “But still. I’m here. It’s okay.”

You sighed and let your head fall onto his shoulders, staring into nothing in particular as you practically dozed off. The atmosphere was much more comfortable with Hanseok around. Maybe it was ironic, because you knew he’d just come back from literally killing someone. But, well. It was Jang Hanseok. To you, this was just part of him, and you were used to it by now. It didn’t concern you much, and he knew that too.

So with this trust in him, you eventually fell asleep in his arms, comforted by the warmth and firm hold he had on you.

[mooncademia]

Caught in Love

PAIRING ~ Aizawa x reader

GENRE ~ fluff

SUMMARY ~ After getting a job offer at U.A, your love life w/ Aizawa has officially transferred to school. And you loved it.

But wait...something is different about Class 1-A homeroom teacher! And it has definitely caught a few suspicious eyes.. who may or may not have an idea up their sleeves to satisfy their burning curiosity. 

First day working at U.A, you realized that you didn’t have to wake up at your usual morning alarm at 5:30 a.m.

Ah yes, the pro hero days of waking up super early, going to the agency, giving Aizawa (who continued to sleep beside you) a peck on his cheek before you left were now over.

And instead, you were introduced to a new routine.

A fresh one.

However, things weren’t going to change that fast, after all, you’ve been pro-hero for years! And your sleep cycle has stuck to your 5:30 a.m alarm and Aizawa, your husband, did not appreciate that.

“We are going to work, together!” You squealed as you flung open the blankets that covered you and Aizawa. You hopped out of bed and shook his shoulder, making Aizawa mumble a groan.

You kissed his cheek passionately and ruffled his messy raven-black hair a little bit.

“Come on,” you said. “Wake up, I’m going to make some coffee.”

Aizawa turned to the side to peek at the clock on the bed side table. He let out another groan when he saw the three digits.

“Y/N, it’s literally 5:34 a.m. You just need to be at U.A at 8 and we don’t live that far.”

“Yeah, well,” you said with an exciting smile. “You can never be too prepared!”

You scurried out of the room and turned on your coffee machine in the kitchen.  Aizawa turned around and saw his bedroom now empty. His wrinkled long black sleeve was bunched up to his waist and he frowned as he got up this early for the first time in months. You knew your husband was a rationally-driven man, sometimes a lone cat who prefers privacy and waking up a lot later. But what you didn’t know was that when Principal Nezu asked him if his wife could teach at U.A after All Might retired, he was thrilled.

So despite it being before 6 a.m, his excitement was bubbling over that it made him finally leave the bed.

But of course, he had to play it cool. With rational excuses, right?!

“Well, I guess I do have to review the school schedule with you,” he mumbled as he palmed the back of his neck and walked out of the bedroom.

When you saw your husband slumping down on the dining chair with his half-lidded eyes, your heart immediately flipped and you poured a nice cup of hot coffee for him.  

You knew him well enough that he didn’t wake up this early in the morning for no reason. You set the cup on the table and leaned down to give him a peck on the corner of his lips as a gesture of gratitude.

But at the very last second of pulling away, Aizawa got the best of you and wrapped your waist with his strong arms, causing you to sit down on his lap—santa lap style.

He hugged you warmly and you slung your arms around his neck. Aizawa snuggled his head between your neck and shoulder and sighed blissfully with his eyes closed. You laughed with your head tilted slightly back.

Yeah, he definitely was not a morning person.

After much time of Aizawa discussing you about the school system for the millionth time during breakfast and almost having a mental breakdown of whether or not you could actually teach (we all have those moments, right?), you were on your way to U.A.

And it really took your breath away.

The school was located on the top hill in Musutafu with the whole neighborhood revolving around it. Glass windows seemed to reach the sky and when you realized how freakin’ big the campus actually was, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the building, not even a second.

But that wasn’t the best thing of all.

Because the best thing was having to walk to work with your favorite (and sometimes most annoying, but you love him nonetheless) person beside you. It was like having your best friend as a partner for your science project in high school. Ease poured over you as you found it quite pleasant to have a strong arm to lean delightedly upon, a familiar face that peers down at you with a gentle smile, and a reassuring voice to tell you that things will be okay.

It was still an hour before class but you and Aizawa were—of course—there early.

The two of you were walking down the halls. Sooner or later you’ll have to let go of your arm that was crossed with Aizawa’s before entering the teacher’s office because one thing that you both agreed upon was to keep the relationship low-key. No one knew that Aizawa’s wife was going to be the new teacher at U.A except for some of the faculty and of course…Hizashi Yamada, aka: the loudest person in the world in Shouta’s opinion.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Present Mic shouted when he saw you step into the teacher’s office. His blonde hair that was religiously shifted upward was too iconic to not be noticed from far away. You giggled at the sight as he threw his arm around his best friend, Aizawa, poking him teasingly on the shoulder. You were great friends with Hizashi and in fact, he was the one who introduced you to Aizawa in the first place.

“Oi, Eraserhead, you’re so lucky your wife goes to work with you,” Hizashi teasingly snickered with his arm still slung around Shouta’s neck. Aizawa tried to shrug him off but it only made him tighten his grip. “So they managed to get Y/N to teach here but they haven’t even implemented my great idea?!”

“Please no, Mic.” Aizawa groaned, trying again to pull away from Hizashi’s grip.

You sat down your bag. “What’s your  ‘idea?’ ”

Hizashi let go of Aizawa’s neck and casually slung his arm around yours, making you giggle in surprise.

“Well of course it’s my HERO FM radio! Every Friday from 1:00-5:00 p.m!” He announced proudly (or more like promoting) making you laugh even more as Aizawa facepalmed himself. “I told the staff that they should let me add one more day, you know, because of my great increasing popularity! But they said one day a week is already “enough,” he said letting go of you to make air quotes with a disgusted expression on his face.

“Get to work Mic,” Aizawa called as he headed towards his desk to gather up some assignments for his morning class.

Hizashi winked at you before he trotted off, throwing you a thumbs-up sign. “Get ready for some ‘strict Aizawa-sensei.’ One day during U.A fest, I wanted to hear Class 1-A perform but Aizawa kept on saying that I should be on patrol duty—“

“Which you should’ve. It was your shift.” Aizawa interrupted bluntly.

“But I just wanted an INSEY WINCEY listen!!” Hizashi stomped on his feet childishly which made Aizawa roll his eyes and let out a sigh.

You went to your husband and stood on your tippy-toes to land a small peck on his cheek. Aizawa blushed at your move because of the fact that you two were in a semi-public place, but he didn’t complain at all.

“Oh, don’t worry.” You seductively caressed his shoulder and gave him a charming smile as you leaned in deadly closer to his face with your hips arched a bit. “I can’t wait to see… what Aizawa-sensei is like.”

Your tone was silky smooth and you rolled out the last word so slowly that it made Aizawa’s mouth part open just a bit. He stared at you dumbfoundedly. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he swallowed a gulp. He felt like Cupid just shot his heart and he was totally falling for you once again because the fact that you called him ‘sensei’ totally did not make his stomach or heart heat up.

Yeah…he really was goddamn lucky to have you work at U.A alongside him.

———

“Overall, ‘Plus Ultra’ doesn’t always necessarily means you need to exceed your limits physically. But it also means mentally. It’s how your brain exercises to solve complex situations. What are your strategies like? Are you saving those who need saving in quick time while doing minimal damage to your surroundings? I hope next week’s practice can allow you to exercise these brain muscles of yours that I reviewed today because listening to your thoughts and being mentally stable/prepared is more important than how powerful your quirk is. Listen to that hero gut instinct of yours, because at the end, especially in dearest times… it’s going to help you immensely.” You finished with an encouraging smile that made the class almost want to clap at your amazing class. You were glad to see their engaging faces and raising their hands when they had a question.

Class 1-A was truly remarkable. Though, the only student that left you curiously wondering about was the small boy with purple balls on his head because he seemed to be staring at you so intensely that you swore his eyes were bugging out of their sockets.

Aizawa bowed at you when you finished and you gave him a smirk.

The class began to exchange small chats as you bowed back to Aizawa.

“Wow, I think this teacher is really good! She’s so pretty and smart!” Ashido excitedly whispered to Tsuyu behind her with her eyes widened.

“That’s pro-hero for you,” Kaminari added with his index finger and thumb pointed high up. “Plus, she even made Aizawa-sensei stand there awake the whole entire time listening.”

Some of the classmates nodded eagerly in return, truly astounded that their homeroom teacher did not retreat to his traditional yellow sleeping bag that he usually does.  

“Thank you L/N-sensei,” Aizawa said, popping the class back to the board ahead. You bowed at him in return, but before you headed out, you saw Aizawa gave you the tiniest nod and wait…was that a smile creeping on his lips?!

You exhaled silently in relief. You have been so nervous and worried about teaching at U.A. When Principal Nezu offered you the position, you were shocked to even know that he had you on his mind. You previously thought that Aizawa proposed the option but that guess was quickly diminished when he told you that he had nothing to do with it.

You were just a pro-hero doing your job and when the amazing opportunity arose, you immediately accepted it, knowing that you deeply wanted to help students find their way to hero-life.

And Aizawa knew you had been nervous about U.A since accepting the offer. You have stayed up countless nights just reviewing paperwork, going over the school schedule many times, and even looking through practice exams from the past, thinking about what further lessons you can teach to these students.

You folded your lips and returned a small nod, eyes twinkling as you slid the door to head out.

The class truly captured the small moment you and Aizawa had, but then all shrugged away when they heard their homeroom teacher begin handing out today’s assignments.

As you trotted away from the class back to the main office, you smiled at yourself as you hugged your folders tighter to your chest.

Hm… I could definitely get used to this.

———

Days seemed to go by faster than you had expected.

Wake up (sometimes not that early anymore thanks to Aizawa hugging you down even after your 5:30 alarm rings), enjoy breakfast, head to U.A, teach, and then go back home with Aizawa (when everyone else is —of course— away).

You’ve had your ups and downs at U.A. Some days, work seemed to flow by very smoothly while other days, work was more than just grading papers or checking assignments. There were a few days where work overloaded and you and Aizawa will be staying up past midnight checking over paperwork. But it was times like these where you truly felt utmost grateful to have a mentor there to help you. And it was even better that your mentor was your favorite person in the world.

It has been ten days since your first day at U.A.

Which means: ten days Aizawa not sleeping a wink during your long lectures about hero work that he already confidently knows. And to some of the classmates who knew their homeroom teacher well enough that his yellow sleeping bag was his best friend, it was a bit…odd.

“Don’t you think it's weird that Aizawa-sensei stays awake only during L/N-sensei’s lectures?” Uraraka asked Kaminari on their way to the Lunch Rush.  

“What do you mean?” Kaminari shrugged and chuckled. “It should be weird that a teacher sleeps during class in the first place, right?” He grabbed his food tray excitingly, his eyes focused closely on it, clearly not noticing Uraraka’s suspicious tone nor mischievous eyes.

Tsuyu popped in between with the two and let out a sigh. “Boys……You have to read in between the lines. Uraraka’s right.” She snapped her finger perkily.  “Aizawa-sensei is not just awake but he’s seemed very engaged to L/N-sensei.”

Kaminari stared at Tsuyu and Uraraka obliviously as he sat down with the rest of the classmates. “Huh?”

Uraraka rolled her eyes. “You know! From the way he nods his head when she talks or oh! That smile?! I have never seen his lips tilt upwards besides haunting us on how difficult practice exams are going to be.” She tiredly sighed, thinking about her teacher’s wicked smirk every time a huge exam was coming. It was like he found pleasure in challenging the students to surpass their limits.

But Tsuyu and Uraraka knew that Aizawa’s expression when you were in the room wasn’t that wicked grin that he had when announcing an upcoming exam or event. Instead, it was a mixture of awe and sincerity. And it definitely made the two girls exchange some giggles and fun guesses.

“What’s up?” Jirou said, sitting down beside Tsuyu with her cafeteria tray, noticing her friends laughing loudly.

Uraraka leaned forward on the table to peer over at Jirou. “It's about Aizawa-sensei and the new teacher!”  Her voice was loud enough that it caught the other classmates’ ears, making her furiously blush afterward from her spontaneous excitement.

But of course, of all the pairs of ears in Class 1-A, there was always the one come rushing in when it’s about his favorite subject: women.

“L/N-SENSEI?!” Mineta’s ears visibly perked up from Uraraka’s gush, clearly engrossed with the topic of the new teacher. “She’s SO gorgeous and oh lord, her—“

“Quit it, Mineta.” Kirishima slapped the back of Mineta’s head beside him before he could finish his lewd statement. He hooked his arm around Kaminari with a giant smirk plastered on his face.

“Why don’t we find out, huh?” Kirishima proposed as Kaminari tried to wiggle his way free from his grasp.

“Hey man, watch your grip!”

Uraraka waved her hand to dismiss Kaminari's racket and stared back up at Kirishima. “About what?” She asked curiously, taking another bite of her rice.

“Girls…” Kaminari mocked sarcastically with a sigh, mirroring Tsuyu’s earlier comment that she made on him. The two girls rolled their eyes and punched his shoulder.

Kirishima leaned into the group closer with slyness flickering in his eyes. He grinned and bopped his head at Jirou. “We can find out if there’s anything special between Aizawa-sensei and L/N-sensei…using Jirou’s quirk!”

Jirou scoffed and leaned back with her arms crossed before Kirishima could continue. “Uh, you’re using me to get info about our homeroom teacher’s private life? That doesn’t sound very friend-like to me if I say so myself.”

“Come on Jirou,” Kaminari whined. “It’ll be fun!”

Jirou raised her brows and sneered. “Since when did you get interested in this?”

Tsuyu shook her head and waved her hands, dismissing the rising chaos. “No, you’re right,” She said, trying not to show her disappointing face. “It’s not fair to just use Jirou to grab juicy news about our teachers, you know…even if it can be so great to the point that it makes us cheerful and excited despite upcoming exams.”

Uraraka bobbled her head up and down, religiously agreeing to everything Tsuyu had to say with a pout on her lips and closed eyes. “Or it can even help us lift our spirits.”

Tsuyu nodded. “Even if it is just a tiny bit, it can-“

“Alright, guys! I get it! Fine!” Jirou said over Tsuyu, earning grins from the boys and giggles from the girls. Jirou sighed and pinched her nose bridge. She looked up at her friends and darted a death glare at Kirishima and Kaminari. “I’m only doing this for the girls.”

It was half-true. Jirou didn’t want to agree to this for the boys. But another reason was because of school lately.  With heavy workload that the whole class was dealing with, plus the hero-work after school and training, school has been…well, quite draining. And similar to the time where the whole class decided to hold a competition for “best dorm room” last year to raise everyone’s spirits from the whole villain chaos, she thought maybe this can raise spirits up again too. Even if it’s just miscellaneous curiosity or excitement. She knew and sensed that her friends needed something exciting happening, besides school work.

So the plan that Kirishima introduced was to head over to the teacher’s lounge at this moment during lunch break. Since it was merely the beginning of lunch and there was still a good 45 minutes left, it was the perfect time for teachers to be on their desks with students the last thing on their minds. Jirou can place her earphone jacks in the wall to hear the voices inside to retrieve any news from the two teachers.

“And if we got nothing, that’s totally okay as well.” Kirishima shrugged. “We can always try next time!”

“NEXT TIME?!” Jirou exclaimed uneasily, twirling her earphone jacks. “Let’s just see what happens now, and focus on next time later.”

“All right then!” Uraraka clapped her hands excitingly and bumped her shoulder against Tsuyu’s with a beam. “Mission: FIONA starts now!“

“Fiona?” Kaminari raised his brow, getting out of his seat with the rest of his friends.

Uraraka pointed her finger up in the air pridefully. “Find-Info-ON-Aizawa. I couldn’t think of an acronym for ‘ON’ so just leave it together and you’ll get—wooah!”

Jirou and Tsuyu locked elbows with her and dragged her away before she could finished,  followed by Kirishima and Kaminari trotting behind their footsteps.

“If you keep explaining it’s going to be Mission: GIT!” Jirou sneered, giving Uraraka’s elbows a good tug.

“GIT?”

Tsuyu smirked as the five of them head towards the teacher’s office. “GETTING INTO TROUBLE!”

———

Lunch breaks were times where you and Aizawa could finally heave a sigh of relief and chat with each other freely. You were happy to work at U.A with Aizawa because now since work schedules were parallel, you could efficiently have the time to hang out with him. When you were pro-hero at your original agency, you’ll often come back home with no trace of Aizawa since he was still in school working on students’ assignments till late evening.

But now, you had all the time in the world to chat with him. Okay maybe not all the time, just an hour and a half, but it was definitely enough for you.

Aizawa was sitting next to you on your desk, nodding along to your talks about your recent lectures with other classes as he gave some advice on teaching.

You let out a wistful sigh and rested your head on Aizawa’s shoulder. You closed your eyes and let out a hum. “Thanks for helping me through all this. I can’t believe teacher work is this much.”

Aizawa let out a puff of air and smirked. He peered down at you from the corner of his eye. “So are you gonna apologize for all the times you were scolding me for not coming back home early?”

You shot your head back up with your eyes widened and a jaw exasperated dropped. You knew that Aizawa was joking from on his tone but you pressed your hand on your chest and squinted your eyes at him, giving him a death glare. “Excuse me? Uhm, sir, I don’t think that’s fair. And besides! All the hours you were gone, I really really missed you and-“

Aizawa leaned forward, a hand snaking to the back of your neck, taking you by surprise as he crashed his lips against yours. You were completely shell-shocked that your eyes stayed open the entire time. Sure, you have kissed Aizawa a thousand times before, but he rarely made the first move. And oh did your heart fluttered!

Aizawa pulled away with a smile dancing on his lips. “And I really missed you too.”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, you heard a loud gasp from outside, making you unconsciously turn your head towards the sound.

A muffled voice transmitted through the walls. “KEEP IT DOWN, KAMINARI!”  

A female’s voice? Or was it a boy?

More muffling voices continued and you couldn’t really understand it, but one thing you knew for sure was that there was someone outside.

You twirled your head back to Aizawa. His face hardened and got up from the chair, walking towards the door.

“SH- ! HE- COMING!” A familiar voice echoed through the walls that you could only capture words of.

Aizawa finally opened the door and looked to his right.

Caught red-handed.

All five students were crunched down to the ground. With Jirou’s earplugs on the wall with Uraraka and Tsuyu beside her, plus Kaminar and Kirishima hovering right above her not missing any detail she was saying, Aizawa knew exactly what was up.

“Shouta? What’s wrong?” You asked, making your way to the door when you saw his cold expression.

You sucked in a breath when you saw the scene to your right.  

“RUN!” Jirou shouted but it was too late. Aizawa immediately caught the five of them with his trusty gray scarf so fast that you swore you didn’t even notice it. His scarf rolled all five up into a bundle individually so that their arms were glued to their sides.

All of the students heated up from shame.

“Soooooo……..” Kaminari mumbled weakly, trying to make the matter less intensive. “Are you two dating..or..something?” His voice squeaked higher and higher as Aizawa’s brows got deeper and deeper.

You knew you had every right to be mad that these students who were invading you and Aizawa’s privacy, and you should! But to your surprised, your offended emotions were quickly replaced with a comical one as you saw all the students’ ducking their heads in shame, darting their eyes away from Aizawa’s hardened glare.

Ah well…they would’ve found out sooner or later.

You let out a chuckle. Aizawa turned his head at you with his eyes widened, not knowing that you would be taking this matter so lightly. But you returned him with a kind of smile that immediately released the tension of his grip and the eyebrows on his face.

The students perked their heads up in confusion from your reaction, and you flashed them a smile as you snaked your hand behind Aizawa’s back.

“Dating? Hmmm…,” you said, a lopsided smirk dancing across your lips.

“I think it’s a little bit more than that.”

And with those words, Uraraka and Tsuyu couldn’t help but squeal in delight despite still being bonded.  Kaminari swore he never felt this wholesome since getting accepted into U.A, and Kirishima—on the other hand—twirled his head away from you and mumbled with his eyebrows furrowed in great passion: “…He’s so manly!”

And Aizawa? Well, he definitely looked at you in surprise for being so open, but no less than a second, he felt a warm breeze rushing through his body.

Your laugh after seeing the students’ reaction was the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.  

It always has been.

And hearing that made him feel like hey…

Perhaps people knowing wouldn’t hurt! And maybe it’s because he just loved you that much, or maybe it’s that fact that he realized, that no matter if his class or the freakin’ public knows or not….

Nothing…absolutely nothing, is going to disrupt the beautiful relationship the two of you have.

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As he approaches the Belfast rental that served as his temporary home for the next few months, he can't help but smile. For the first time since they started filming he not coming home to a vacant house. Instead, this time, he's going to be coming home to his beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.

He's been looking forward to this all day, barely able to focus on blocking and script reading with the thought of her just blocks away weighing so heavily on his mind. It certainly didn't help that he had spent so much time the night before looking through her photos at the Brits. She had looked absolutely radiant, her beautiful features perfectly accentuated by her lovely outfit.

Gosh, he's so obsessed with her. She easily occupies much of his thoughts on a near-daily basis and whenever they were together he can barely get enough of her. They've been apart a few days now and even that was slowly killing him. He needs her. Need to be near her, to touch her, embrace her, kiss her soundly. And the fact that he's about to be able to do so makes his heart swell with joy.

Opening the front door, his heart beats loudly as anticipation grows in his stomach. "Honey, I'm home." He quips.

Immediately he's greeted by a white and brown fluff ball scampering around his feet. Chuckling to himself, he bends down, scooping the excitable cat into his arms.

"Hello there Benjamin."

"Well someone missed his daddy." A warm voice floats across the room and he looks up, a grin forming at the sight of his lovely girlfriend.

Benjamin squirms in his arms and he releases the fluffy cat before striding across the room. His hands land on her arms, covered by gray fabric that's soft to his touch. "I hope he wasn't the only one."

With a cheeky grin, she presses up on her toes, lips meeting his as her arms loop around his shoulders. Her lips are warm and soft and feel like home and he revels in her touch.

"He wasn't." She breathes after pulling back slightly. Her blue eyes flutter open, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes and he's fairly certain he falls even deeper in love right then and there.

Their next kiss is far shorter, though the passion is still there. Finally, he glances around the room and then back to her, eyebrow cocked. "Bring enough boxes?"

She follows his gaze and then laughs. "It's five months, babe, I have to be prepared."

He chuckles and goes to reply when her eyes light up. "Oh! And I set up my recording gear in the guest room. How does 'Kitty Committee Studio," She cups her hands, as if miming parenthesis, "(Belfast, Ireland)' sound?"

His eyebrows shoot up. "It sounds like you've been busy."

Her shoulders bounce up as she gives a little shrug. "A bit. I'm really excited for this chapter of our lives and I don't mind having a few crazy days if it means getting to spend more time with you."

A smile breaks across his face, his heart swelling with joy. She always says the most romantic things, things he couldn't even dream of saying on his best days-- though she's quick to disagree with him, citing his stint as "William Bowery" as evidence-- the writer in her popping out in all facets of life. He loves that part of her, seeing her mind at work as she pours her heart out, representing her inner feelings with the most beautiful sounds. It means a great deal to him that she loves him enough to express it so wondrously through her music. He's not sure if he can ever repay her for those amazing sonic gifts, his platform far less diaristic than hers, but he certainly tries his best to show her just how much he appreciates and loves her each and every day.

"What's that face for?" She asks and he realizes he's been gazing lovingly at her far longer than what would ordinarily be considered comfortable.

"I love you." The words slide off his tongue easily, an outcome of saying them for the better part of almost five years now but they hold the same weight, the same truth, every time he says them.

She beams, her eyes twinkling. "I love you too."

He kisses her soundly and then squeezes her hand. "Also congrats on being a Global Icon winner, love. We should celebrate."

"Oh yes! I'll get the wine." She nods and begins to head into the kitchen when he grabs her hand. It's a gentle yet firm grip and there's an amused look on her face as he pulls her into his arms.

His voice is low, a suggestive tone to it as he raises an eyebrow. "That's not the type of celebrating I had in mind."

"It's not?" She questions, tilting her head but he can see amusement dancing in her eyes.

"You're a Global Icon now, I think I need to pay my respects." He tilts his head, moving ever closer to her until their noses bump together, lips barely touching. He can feel her breath on his skin, smell her woody perfume. She's so close yet not nearly close enough. "Can I do that?"

She nods, skin brushing against him. Desire for her courses through his veins and with that simple gesture he finally gives in to it.

Their lips crash together, caressing and pressing against each other. His hands are in her hair, long blonde strands tangling between his fingers. She sighs breathily into the kiss and then he's met with her tongue swiping against his lips, a silent question of permission which he is quick to grant.

He can feel her hands on his biceps, fingers squeezing around his muscles before loosening and running up over his shoulders and to his neck. In turn, his hands slide down her back, slipping under the loose bottom of her shirt, his fingertips gliding over her hips.

Their kisses get a little bolder, a little more desperate, and soon he's pulling away from her mouth and kissing down her neck, nipping gently at the skin there. Her soft, breathy moans serve to spur him on and he sucks roughly on her neck, causing her to groan loudly.

He spends a few more minutes kissing across her neck, down to her collarbone, trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. Her fingers tighten in his hair, gently pulling him away from where he was kissing dangerously close to her pulse point. "Babe... No more teasing."

He gives her a devilish grin and then his lips are back on hers, frantic passionate kisses until they're both absolutely breathless.

Taking a small step back, his eyes scan up and down her body. "Get undressed." He tries to command but she merely smirks and gives him a wink.

"Make me."

A devilish grin crosses his face seconds before he surges forward, kissing her once more as his fingers pull on the hem of her shirt. The second it's off of her, he can feel his heart rate spike at the sight of her lacy black bra. No matter how many times he sees her like this, it will always send a bolt of energy racing through his core.

"Gorgeous," He breathes, bending down to trail kisses right above the fabric.

She utters a soft "ding" which causes both of them to chuckle. Her laughter soon dissolves into a moan as he expertly unlatches her bra and pulls a nipple into his mouth, his hand going to cover the other one.

He massages her breast softly, hand moving in sync with his mouth as he sucks long and hard. Her fingers glide through his hair, nails occasionally scratching across his neck, causing a shiver to run up his spine. After a moment, he switches up his tactic, his teeth grazing against her nipple as he rolls her other one between his thumb and forefinger.

Her moans grow louder and louder and the next thing he knows, she’s pulling at his shirt, trying to take it off him. He obliges, his fingers going to hook into her waistband in turn.

She's completely naked a second later and he can feel his pants growing tighter at the sight. His hands wrap around her biceps, gently guiding her to the couch as her hands stroke across his now bare chest.

"Sit." He urges her and she obliges, sitting down with her legs pressed together and a playful smirk dancing across her lips.

Chuckling to himself, he kneels down, placing his hands on her knees and his chin on top of his hands. Gazing up at her, he takes in everything. Her blonde hair falling across her shoulders, the amused cock to her eyebrow, the freckles splashed across her skin. Everything about her fills him with an indescribable joy.

"I'm really proud of you." He says after a long quiet moment.

Her playful smirk morphs into an adorable, breathtaking smile as she tenderly strokes his cheek. He returns the look before turning his head and placing a kiss against her palm.

"I love you," Comes her quiet voice, laced with adoration.

"I love you too." He ducks his head, placing a kiss on each of her knees. "Now... let me show you just how much."

Sliding his hands down between her legs, he gently pushes them apart. He weaves his way between her thighs, one kiss at a time, drawing nearer and nearer to where he knew she wanted him most. And then he pauses, mere inches away, and begins to kiss back up her leg. She lets out an annoyed groan, cupping his face in her hands and not so gently guiding him back.

Chuckling, he slips his hands beneath her legs, hooking them up over his shoulders. He pauses again, looking up at her. Their eyes lock and he gives a little smile before leaning in and placing small kisses around her clit. There's a gasp, followed by a soft whimper and he can't help but grin, his kisses becoming deeper in turn.

His tongue flicks between his lips as he travels down between her folds, giving an experimental taste. He can feel himself grow harder as he realizes just how wet she is.

And it's all for him.

With that final thought, he focuses all his energy on making her feel good. His tongue continues to slide in and out of her, tasting her with fervor. Her fingers tangle in his hair, her whimpers turning to low moans as he moves.

And then he pulls away slightly, glancing up at her. Her chest is heaving, eyes half-lidded, and her lips hang open ever so slightly.

"You're beautiful," He finds himself breathing and she squirms a little as the air from his mouth brushes against her core.

If she's going to respond, he certainly doesn't give her a chance, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking roughly.

Taylor shouts his name, her fingers clenching in his hair. He barely notes the pain, however, hand flattening on her stomach to hold her in place as he concentrates solely on her uninhibited cries of pleasure and the contracting muscles beneath his mouth.

A second later, he slides two fingers inside of her, moving slowly at a pace he knew would torture her. His fingers reach as far as they can-- which in his case are very far-- and he gives them an experimental few pumps. Her walls flutter around him and he smiles-- mouth still on her clit-- and begins to stroke her walls, still sucking on that little bundle of nerves.

Her ankles lock around his back, thighs squeezing his head, keeping him in place. He can tell she's getting close, her moans increasing with frequency so he doesn't let up. Rather, he doubles his efforts, sucking and stroking, harder and faster.

It's sexy, so sexy and he looks up, maintaining eye contact with her even though her eyes are barely open. He can hardly see the blue peeping from below her eyelashes. The whole image is enough to make him come undone and he groans, the sound vibrating from his chest.

Her heels dig into his back, a long moan that morphs into his name tearing from her lips as she comes undone. He doesn't stop, still moving in order to draw her orgasm out as she twitches and writhes above him. Eyes never moving from her face, the whole sight imprinted in his brain, memories forming to torture him in the dead of night or on long trips away from her. But he doesn't mind, the occasional distance only serving to make the reunion that much sweeter.

Finally, her body sags and he moves away, trailing soft kisses up and down her thighs and over her hips. Her fingers brush through his hair, pushing it away from his face and then trail down to stroke across his beard. He's sure he has her coated all around his mouth so he licks his lips, glancing up at her to see that she's smiling.

"I love you," are the first words out of her mouth, causing him to drop another kiss on her hipbone.

He rests his chin against her stomach, a small smile on his lips. "I love you too. I guess it was good then?"

She laughs and then beckons him upwards with one finger. Obeying, he pushes himself up, crawling along her body to hover over her.

Cupping his cheeks, she laughs again. "It was amazing. Thank you."

Now it's his turn to laugh, turning to nuzzle her hand. "Anything for a Global Icon."

She tilts her head, cocking an eyebrow. "So you'd do the same for Elton John or Robbie Williams?"

With a chuckle, he shakes his head, "No, I like boobs too much."

"Oh is that all?"

"Yep." He ducks his head, peppering kisses over her chest as if to prove his point.

She cups his cheeks again, guiding his face back up to hers. Her face is twisted in an exaggerated pout, pink lip jutting out and he half-heartedly resists the temptation to pull on it with his teeth.

"Really?" Her tone is innocent but he can see the cocky look on her face and he loves it.

They're silent for a long moment, each party daring the other, a silent dance of who is more stubborn. But the strain in his pants is almost too much to bear, her smug looks not doing him any favors, so he relents. "No," He places a quick kiss against her lips. "I like you far too much to consider doing anything with anyone else ever."

"Good," Her hands slide up from his cheeks to hook around his neck, "Because you're all mine."

"Indeed I am."

Their lips meet again, this kiss far more passionate than the last. Tongues dancing together as their hands glide across each other's skin, exploring and scratching.

Pretty soon he feels her hands on his waistband and then the button on his pants being popped. Pulling back slightly, he gives her room to pull down his jeans and then boxers, sighing with relief as he's finally released from their confines.

Kicking his pants from his feet, he returns to kissing her, hands sliding up and down her sides. He groans loudly into her mouth as he feels her hand wrap around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes just how he likes it. He has to stop kissing her to grit his teeth. God, if she keeps doing that he's going to cum any second now.

His hand wraps around her wrist, stilling her movements. "Couch or bed?"

"Couch," She says without hesitation. "I want you inside of me now."

She lies down longways and he climbs on top, hovering over her. Grabbing her thigh, he guides her leg to hook around his waist, her other one following in suit.

His dick slides across her clit, the action causing both of them to moan and a moment later he pushes inside of her. Her mouth forms an open "o" as he moves in slowly, eyes never leaving her face. She's wet and warm around him, a perfect fit. It's like they were made for each other.

He moves slowly at first allowing both of them to find their rhythm. It gives him time to suck on her neck or her chest, little ways that will add to her pleasure. But pretty soon she's urging him to move faster, thrust harder and he's all too happy to follow her commands.

They move together, him building up speed as her ankles lock behind him, pushing him in even closer. Their moans echo together, unintelligible aside from the occasionally uttering of each other's name. Her nails claw down his back, too short to leave a mark but the action still arouses him even more.

He's close-- so close he can barely think straight-- but he's determined to get her there first. Hand slipping between them, he begins to rub slow circles on her clit, the action causing her nails to dig in further.

As his hand speeds up in time with his thrusts, she yanks his head down to kiss him only to tear away seconds later as her body convulses and she cries out.

Her walls clamp down around him, so tight he nearly collapses in surprise. A few thrusts later and he's a goner, body twitching as he cums.

When he can finally see straight, she pulls him down next to her, snuggling into his chest as they lie on the couch, hot and sweaty from their actions.

"Welcome home, darling." He mutters into her hair, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.

She hums in response, tilting her head to kiss him.

He has a great feeling that these next few months in Belfast are going to be quite fun.

[dakarimainink]

Dancing Under The Stars

WARNING: Fluff, friendly, slight angst, cute

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 2.5K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

This was a request by anon:

"If possible could you do a sequel to “Happy New Year” I really liked it and thought it was so cute!!"

Thank you, anon 🥰 Here is part 2 to "Happy New Year". This was fun to write. I hope you all will enjoy.

💛 Every reblog is highly appreciated and help out writers a lot! 💛

Masterlist

You had met Pedro twice now. The first time was at the coffee shop right after New Year. You had stumbled out of bed, freshened up and found him standing outside, keeping an eye out with his hat resting atop of his head. Once he had seen you, he had instantly embraced you and wished you once again, a happy new year. He had taken you in to the coffee shop where he bought you something warm to drink and you sat down in a quiet corner where he actually told you the somewhat thrilling story of his hat.

Between your first and second time meeting up, you had been exchanging some texts here and there, but Pedro being the person he was, he rather wanted to call you if you texted him. You didn’t mind at all, as it would usually turn into a facetime call and he would make some funny faces to make you smile, especially if you had a tough day.

The second time you had met up, almost four months had passed since the first meet up. You had opted for a nice walk in the park, as it was all you had time to, due to him having a tight schedule. He had been open about his career and you respected it by not poking your nose too deep. You took what he gave of information and usually spoke of everything else than his current projects. He was more interested in your life and what you were up to every day.

Today was the third time to meet up with him. You were nervous as you hadn’t seen him in a very long time and exactly five texts were exchanged during that time. He hadn’t called you and you hadn’t called him.

You were surprised when he suddenly called you late one Wednesday to ask to meet up with you. He had apologised profusely as he had woken you up with his call, not realising the difference in time zones from where he was and where you were. That was a month ago and you had finally found a timeslot appropriate for the both of you, even though it was Pedro who mostly never had time. You didn’t blame him though.

You had dressed up for the occasion and you stood in front of your mirror, looking over your form to make sure everything was perfect. You snapped your head to the side as you heard your doorbell ring. Taking a deep breath to calm you nerves, you walked to the entrance to answer.

You met a bright smile and warm brown eyes as you opened the door.

“Hey.” Pedro chimed as he met your gaze.

You opened the door wide and stepped into his open arms, feeling the warmth envelop you immediately. You inhaled deeply and slowly, sensing his earthy musk and spices of his perfume. Reluctantly letting go, you took a step back and gave him a once-over.

He looked amazing as always, with his trimmed beard, slightly rough hairstyle, black trousers and a black shirt with the two top buttons open. He had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and were wearing a silver watch.

“You look amazing.” He smiled and gestured to your clothes.

You blushed. “Thank you. So do you.” You admitted, your cheeks ablaze as you couldn’t stop staring at his arms. The shirt was perfectly hugging his form and you couldn’t help but note the slight outline of veins up his hands and arms.

You grabbed your coat and purse, before locking the door behind you and following Pedro over to his car. He held the passenger door open for you and assisted you in getting in. He went around the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“So, where are we going?” You asked as you clicked in the seatbelt.

He chuckled at your question as he secured his seatbelt and put the car in drive. “It’s a surprise.” He answered and you drove off.

You had no idea what his plans were for you, all you knew was that you had to dress up, not ballroom style, but date night style. Wait, was this a date? No, it would be strange if it was a date and he didn’t say anything about it. Right? You hadn’t seen each other in so long and Pedro didn’t seem like the man who would suddenly take you out on date without a warning.

You shifted in your seat and leaned your knees towards his side. You noted the lit up display in the middle of you with small icons of different apps covering the screen. You recognised most of them, but your eyes widened at the text message icon.

“Uhm…” You pointed at the screen with an amused smile.

“I can explain.” He chuckled as his eyes were filled with panic.

“Please do, because to me it looks like you’re ignoring people.” You laughed.

“It’s just that people text me and instead of me texting back, I call them.” He explained hurriedly. “I’m not ignoring people, but for some reason the texts won’t appear as read.”

You supressed a laugh. “Sure, sure, sure, if you say so.”

“It’s true!”

You both laughed, him trying hard not to drive off the road as you begun to drive out of town. You watched as the buildings became smaller and fewer, the amounts of cars and people grew scarcer.

When you had finally managed to get out of town, he drove uphill. Thoughts flew through your head. Is he gonna kill me? Oh god, what if he’s a murderer. No, don’t be foolish, he’s too kind to be a killer. Shake it off!

Without thinking you shook your head. In the corner of your eye, you noticed him glancing at you and a flush of red crept up to your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” He asked, shifting his grip on the gearstick. You watched his fingers caress it and it was almost like a trance.

“Uhm, no. I mean, yes. I am okay.” You cleared your throat, tearing your eyes away from his hand and out the window. “Where are we going?”

“We’re there soon.” He smiled reassuringly, and that’s everything you needed to know.

~

He finally stopped the car and you looked out. It was dark, very dark and you turned to him anxiously.

He just smiled at your worried look. “Come.” He simply said and got out of the car.

You climbed out of the car and closed the door behind you. He held out a hand to you and you grabbed it, feeling the heat envelop you immediately.

“I remember you told me, one of the items on your bucket-list was to dance under the stars.” He begun explaining as you walked towards a bushy area. “Well, I saw there would be a meteor shower today, which would hopefully make it a little more special than what this day already is.”

You suddenly noticed the sound of music in front of you. Leading the way, still holding your hand, he pushed aside some branches and revealed an open spot decorated with candles and a speaker playing soft piano music. But it was the view that made you gasp as you stepped closer.

“It was Y/F/N who helped me set it up. I hope you like it.” He smiled and let you step ahead of him, your hand covering your mouth as you looked out on the city you lived in. You turned around to look at him. “Happy birthday.”

Your eyes widened. It was your birthday? Last time you had even noted the time was New Year’s Eve. You blushed at the fact that you had forgotten your own birthday.

A confused but amused expression spread across his face. “You know it’s your birthday, right?” He almost chuckled at the sentence he just spoke.

You cleared your throat and looked down in embarrassment.

He laughed and took a step closer to you. “Oh, Y/N…” He cupped your face and tilted it back, meeting his eyes. You were both smiling at this point, amused about the situation. “Lost in time, huh?” He mumbled, more to himself. He let go of your face, took one step back and held out his hand to you. “May I have this dance?”

You nodded and placed your hand in his. He pulled you to him, placing his other hand on your hip while you raised your own free hand to his shoulder. The soft piano music hummed through the speaker and you began to move slowly.

He spun you around once, before pulling you to him again and feeling the heat radiate from him.

“Thank you.” You beamed up at him. “No one has ever done this before. I am actually surprised you even remembered my bucket-list. Especially how briefly we talked about it.”

He chuckled. “I believe it’s safe to say, I remember most, if not all, we talk about.” He seemed proud and confident in his statement. “Mostly because I have good memory, but also because I enjoy your company.”

“Really?”

He scoffed. “You sound surprised.”

You cast down your eyes to his chest. “Well, I suppose a little.” You caught your lower lip with your teeth, slightly chewing on it.

He stopped for a moment and held your chin between his thumb and finger, lifting your head to meet his gaze. He hooked your lip loose from your own grasp, softly tracing it with his thumb before saying: “I mean it, I enjoy your company greatly.” He let go of your chin and grabbed your hand again to continue your slow dance.

A slight blush crept up your cheeks, feeling almost short for breath. Without another word, you continued to slowly move in silence together, listening to the soft hymns from the speaker and the very distant sounds of the city.

~

“You’ve danced before?” He asked with a warm smile.

You looked up at him, holding his gaze. “Very little.” You admitted. You scanned his face, he seemed calm, except for a small strain in his eyes. “Is something wrong?”

The smile faded from his lips for just a moment as he assessed your question. “I just feel bad for not being more in touch.” His fingers twitched once against your body. “I have had you on my mind quite often since we last met.”

Your lips parted at his honesty.

“And I wanted to apologise for last time we met up. A short stroll wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it was-”

You shook your head with a giggle, stopping him in his tracks. Your movements stopped, but you held the position and you looked up at him. “Pedro, you don’t have to apologise. I understand you are a busy man with a hectic career.” You began and you could see his shoulders fell down. “And I know you have a family and friends you would prioritise spending time with than some random woman you met at a party.”

His eyes darted back and forth, not quite sure what to say next, so – you continued.

“Besides, the little walk in the park meant a lot to me and I really enjoyed myself. It is always nice to do something that doesn’t involve a lot of… everything. Just two people walking, talking and enjoying the scenery around them is what I prefer. In fact, I rather sit down in a park and have a lunch than go to some fancy restaurant, all dressed up and pretending that everything is perfect.”

A contempt smile had widened on his lips as you had spoken. You continued your slow dance to the soft music. Sometimes your eyes catching each other and sometimes staring out on the glittering city.

A warmth spread out across your chest as you actually realised what he had done for you tonight. You couldn’t remember last time someone did something like this for you, with no expectation to reciprocate.

“I am glad you enjoyed it.” He suddenly said. “I did too.”

You beamed up at him and he pulled you just a little closer to him.

~

Pedro escorted you up to your front door. You unlocked it and opened it, before turning to him.

“Thank you for an amazing evening and the lovely birthday-gift.” You smiled and walked into his open arms, hugging him tightly and taking in his deliciously spicy musk.

“It was a pleasure to spend the evening with you.” He emphasized as he let go of you. He fished in his trouser pockets with a smirk on his face. “But I have another gift for you.” He pulled out a small black box and your eyes widened. He noticed your change and chuckled. “Don’t worry, I am not about to propose.”

You rubbed the back of your neck and chortled nervously. You didn’t actually believe he would do it, but a small sting did shoot through your mind when you first saw the box.

He handed you the case and you darted your eyes up to him in question. A nod of confirmation let you know to open it and so you did.

A smile widened on your lips as you looked down at a long silver necklace with a pendant of a hat.

You couldn’t help the supressed giggle escape your lips. “A hat?”

He grinned widely at you as a small flashback of New Year’s Eve popped into your mind.

You shook your head with a smile, closed the box and pulled him in for another hug. “Thank you.”

He pressed you tightly against him. “I promise it won’t be long until next time.”

“I am already looking forward to it.” You said with a low voice.

You let go of each other and gave one last smile and wave before he walked back to his car. You locked the door behind you and leaned back on the door, breathing out slowly. You rose the black box up to your chest and pressed it against yourself. Closing your eyes, you slowly sank down onto the floor.

Your chest felt somewhat heavy as you saw Pedro in your mind. It was painful to know he was the only one who had wished you a happy birthday. Not even your family had reached out to you, not that you completely blamed them, you had even forgotten yourself.

You opened the black box and looked down at the small brown hat handing on the necklace. A wide smile stretched across your lips and the warmth you had felt earlier, came back and spread out across your body. You were truly looking forward to seeing him again.

Suddenly, three knocks on your door made you shoot up to your feet. You straightened your clothes before opening the door.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Your friends and family stood huddled outside with wrapped gifts and cakes. They were all dressed up and wide smiles across their faces.

You gaped at them in surprise. One by one, they hugged you, stepped inside and made themselves at home, preparing for a celebration of your day.

You went to bed that night, filled with warmth and happiness, and with a necklace hanging around your neck.

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