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b3ach-bunn7 · 1 day ago

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NONSENSE PT 3

You can’t stop thinking of Shinsou after your first date.

NSFW, Phone sex, guys this is pure FILFFFTH tw..

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You end up calling Shinsou only an hour later. It’s actually him who calls you first, but you won’t deny the fact that you pick up almost instantly.

“Hey.”

His voice sounds a little breathless, and considering the fact he just got home, you assume he’s only just walked through the door, but it immediately makes you smile. You hear some rustling on the other end, a door open and close, and you assume he’s in his bedroom. You’ve set yourself up on your own bed, a Kraft Mac and cheese in your favourite mug and a movie on your laptop.

“So. It’s been a while. How have you been?” You ask and his laugh crackles in the mic.

His laugh that reminds you of his smile, which reminds you of his lips and the way they’d kissed you only minutes before. Your hands drift to where he had grabbed your face and you sit up, trying to calm yourself down.

If you’re being entirely honest with yourself, you feel horny.

You have a rule for yourself. Despite your joke earlier, you have a deal with yourself to never fuck on the first date. You never really know someone properly after one, and especially with university guys, you’d rather get to know them better first. It’s also another little test, to see if they have that perfect mix of disappointment and respect at your denial.

Shinsou hadn’t even suggested at anything crazy, but that kiss had left your stomach coiling with need, and you found that you haven’t stopped thinking about him since. About getting him in your room and your bed. Your roommate wasn’t even home. It would’ve been perfect.

But you have principles, and even cute guys like Shinsou can’t change them.

“I’m good. I’m home, now. Dropped Eri home. She said she misses you.”

You smile, tucking yourself further under your blankets. “I miss her. And so does Elizabeth.”

You can almost hear Shinsou shaking his head. “Where did she even get a name like that?”

“God knows. Thanks for winning her for me though.”

Shinsou sighs, and you hear noise on the other line. “Well. It was nothing difficult, you know.”

You hum. “It was a great date, though. Plus one and all.”

“Really?”

“Really. I have a rule for myself, and you almost made me break it.”

Fuck. You were not supposed to say that.

“Rule?”

“Anyway! I’m watching a movie. What are you doing?”

“No, no.” Shinsou interrupts. “What rule?”

“No rules. What rules? It’s nothing.” You stammer.

Shinsou laughs. “Come on, don’t get all shy on me now. What rule?”

You huff. It’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to be weirded out or anything. You’re sure that kiss meant just as much as it did to him with how far his tongue was in your mouth.

“I. Well. I sorta have this rule, that I won’t ever sleep with guy on the first date, but I almost broke it. For you.” You laugh nervously.

You hands cover your face. He’s on speaker now, and the phone is out of sight to your side like it’ll make you feel any less ashamed of the words that just came out of your mouth.

“Come over then. Fuck your rules.”

His voice has dropped, gravelly and mixed with someone else you can’t quite place, and you think you could die listening to it.

Your face flushes at his words. “Shinsou! I-I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

You feel another pang of need. But you won’t. You tell him so and he groans, and you imagine him making that noise in a different setting and you screw your eyes shut.

“I’m always one for a loophole, sweetheart. I have an idea. If you’re interested.”

You wonder if he can feel your arousal from the other line, the way you almost throw your laptop and snacks off your bed. You have some idea what he could want, and you’re already preparing yourself to say yes, untangling your legs from beneath your covers to sit up in your bed.

“I’m interested.”

He hums. There’s a beat of silence, like he’s considering his next words.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is softer now, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “For me.”

“For you?” You still try and find a way to tease him back, but you’re laying back as you speak, already preparing yourself to obey.

“Well, it can be for you too, sweetheart.” He laughs. “Well?”

“Okay.”

You delve into the very back of your bedside table, the dildo you’d bought on an especially lonely night in your hand. Your hoodie, no, Shinsou’s hoodie, is off in a second, and you’re just wearing an old T-shirt and underwear. Shinsou hears the commotion, and he suddenly speaks up.

“No rushing, okay? You’re gonna do what I tell you. All the stuff I would’ve done if I’d have come over tonight.”

Your head falls back against the pillow, and heat pools between your legs. You think you whimper slightly, and you drop the toy on the sheets next to you.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Good girl.”

Oh fuck. You make a noise at the praise, and you can hear the smirk on his voice when he speaks once more. “I’ll remember that for later.”

You sigh. “So? What would you have done if you were coming over tonight?”

Shinsou thinks for a moment. “Would’ve walked you to mine. Let you in and very respectfully shown you to my couch.”

His words are tame enough, but the anticipation and the thought behind them has you wondering how long it would take for you to get to his place. One of your hands trail mindlessly up and down your stomach as you turn up the volume of your phone to the max.

“I’d have gotten you a drink. Sat you down on the couch just far enough that you’d want to move closer. Would you have moved closer?”

“Yes. I would’ve.”

He hums and you hear a zipper, a rustle of fabric. “That’s good. I’d have moved closer, too. Brushed a hair out of your face. Any excuse to touch you, that gorgeous face.”

He’s not even here, and you’re this worked up. He’s barely even said anything, nothing that suggestive, but you think you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in your entire life.

“I think- I’d have leaned in. Tried to kiss you.” You whisper.

“Yeah? Well, I would've kissed you back.” He sounds equal parts cocky and flattered, and it makes you want him that much more. You don’t love the noise that you make at that, but you do love the chuckle he makes in response.

“I wanted to kiss you all night. I think if we were anywhere else I’d have you bent over the closest surface. I don’t think I’d have been able to stop if I had gotten just one taste.”

Your hands itch towards your toy, and he tuts, ever perceptive. “Not yet.”

“Fuck, Shinsou.”

“Come on. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You can hear the stupid smirk on his face, and the strangled noise you make is so out of character of you it makes you mad, along with the satisfied sound that he makes, but you’re frankly too turned on to really care right now.

“That’s what I thought. You’d have been good for me at mine too, right? Let me take that shirt off?”

“Yes. Yes.” And in turn you fumble behind you and unclip your bra, and your chest is heaving, aching, begging to be touched.

“Would you let me play with those gorgeous tits?”

“You didn’t even see them.” You try go for teasing but you sound so breathless it’s more degrading to you than anything else.

“Oh, I can imagine. Touch them. Pretend it’s me.”

Finally. Your hands immediately come up, rough and impatient-

“Slowly. Softly, at first. I’d take my time with you.” You groan but you comply, hands almost feather light as you ghost over your nipples.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good. S’good.” You whine. “It’s not enough.”

“Would you get frustrated? Show me how rough you want it?”

You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yes.”

And you don’t wait for the command before you’re pinching roughly, a groan leaving your lips as your hips lift off the bed and the stimulation goes straight to the heat building between your legs.

“That’s it. So good for me.” He coaxes you and another moan leaves your throat. “And what if I slipped those jeans off? Let my hands slide up those beautiful legs?”

“I-I’d let you. Please.”

“Would you be wet?”

“Yes, fuck I’m so wet. Need you, Shinsou.”

“Hitoshi. Call me Hitoshi.”

You do and he curses, and there’s more movement on his end. You wonder what he looks like right now, and you have half a mind to send him your address right now.

“That’s good. I’d give you what you need. You’d need it so badly, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” And you love that his words sound that bit strained, that he’s not as unaffected as you think he’s trying to seem.

“Please, please, Hitoshi.” You whine, and you’re not exactly sure what it is you’re begging for but you know he can give it to you.

“Tell me how wet you are. Just- One finger only.”

You could put all five in and he’d have no way of knowing. But there’s something so domineering about his voice, and you find yourself obeying instantly. You push past your underwear, shoving them to the side to slip your pointer finger between your folds. And you’re soaked, considering how little has actually happened.

“God, I’m so wet.” You sigh, finger trailing from your slit all the way up to your clit. “So messy.”

And Shinsou groans, a curse slipping past his lips, and the way he sounds just as worked up as you are makes you keen.

“Please. I need to touch myself, Hitoshi.”

“One finger. Put it in and tell me how it feels.” His voice drips with authority and something so commanding you don’t hesitate to listen.

And it barely feels like anything, slipping inside you with no issue, no hesitation and you whine. “Not enough.”

And you remember his hands, remember staring at them while he was manoeuvring the claw machine and you shake your head. “Can I use two? Want it to feel like you, like yours.” You mumble.

“Jesus fuck.” He grunts, and you hear the sound of skin of flesh and you feel a small sense of triumph.

“You were looking at my hands, baby? Go on, fuck yourself with those fingers just like I would. Fuck, would’ve made you cum on my lap before you even thought about getting to touch me. Bet you look so good when you cum. Wish I was there to see it.”

His words are a rambled mess and it only spurs you on. Your fingers thrust in as much of a steady rhythm as you can manage, and you use your thumb to rub messily at your clit, hips bucking off the bed. You don’t think you’ve cum from just your hands in forever, but the voice groaning in your ears sounds so needy, full of so much want and it’s all for you. Your peak gets closer and you moan, and he just keeps talking you through it.

“I want to hear it, okay? You’re gonna come all over those fingers for me and I want to hear it. Tell me when you’re close.” He says.

“So close, Hitoshi, fuck.” You cry.

“Come for me.”

And you do, clenching hard around your fingers, thighs twitching as you rub yourself through it, your moans hot and heavy as they slip out your mouth. You are very glad your roommate is not home, because you can be as loud as you want, as loud as Shinsou wants.

“Shit. You sound so good when you come, fuck-“ He lets out something that sounds feral, and in the haze of your orgasm you’re not afraid to ask.

“Did you-“

“No. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He lets out a deep breath, steeling himself, and as if you didn’t just orgasm, there’s already arousal crawling against your skin once more.

“I bet you’d be so good after you’d just come. So soft and pliant, let me take you to my room. Is that right?”

“Yes. Yes, I’d let you. Want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.” Your first orgasm only makes your want grow, anticipating what’s next.

“Aw, you should’ve come back to mine.” He teases, voice soft with something dangerous hidden beneath it. “Hope you have something you can use. I can promise it won’t be as good as the real thing, though.”

He sounds almost jealous under all the self-assuredness, and your hands immediately fumble for your toy.

“Yeah. I have it.”

“Good.” You’re already spreading your legs. “But not yet.”

You whine. “But-“

“You really think I’m doing anything before I taste that sweet cunt of yours?”

You stutter, pushing yourself up the sheets. “You- You’d do that?”

Shinsou pauses for a moment. “Nobody ever eaten you out before, baby?”

You shudder at his words. “No- Well yes, but they never really wanted to.”

And when he groans, it’s frustrated this time. “Nobody’s ever made you come on their tongue? Felt those soft thighs clench around their head because of how good they’re making you feel?”

He sounds so matter of fact, like it’s the worst thing in the world, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so wanted in your life.

“Hitoshi- I- I don’t-“

“I’ll give it to you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve to come on my tongue. Go on, touch yourself again.” His encouragement has you immediately complying, and he doesn’t stop.

“Think about it. About me. I’d spread you out on my sheets, make you see stars by the time I’m done with you. Gotta make sure you can take me.”

And the promise of that, of him pushes you closer to the edge. You moan his name over and over like a prayer as he talks you through it, the praise making you melt against your sheets. You’re hot and sweaty and he hums.

“Last one. You’re doing so well. Grab your toy.”

You do, the soft silicone cold in your hand. “It’s not very big.” You laugh slightly, and you can hear his smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to use our imaginations then.”

And you can’t help but grin, because even in a moment like this he’s joking to ease your nerves.

“Go on. Fuck yourself.”

His words are so bold, so vulgar but you don’t care, because you slide the toy inside you and you feel full instantly, the stretch just there but beautifully painful. You groan, relief and arousal all mixed in one. You twitch, still sensitive after your orgasm.

“Feels so good.” You whimper. Your thrusts are slow and long, just like you imagine he’d do it.

“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” And it’s now you can hear the slick sound of flesh on flesh moving in tandem with you, and you wonder how soaked you must sound for him to be able to keep in time with you.

You know it’s nothing like what he’d actuallly feel like, but you’re so pent up. You’ve been aching for this for god knows how long now that it feels almost perfect, and you buck you hips up for a better angle, to reach deeper. The sound of his shaky breaths in your ear only spur you on. You sound filthy. Whimpers and whines and broken moans falling from you lips as you get faster.

“I can hear you, you know. How wet you are.” He sounds as close as he has all night, voice strained as he practically growls down your ears.

“M’close, Hitoshi. Wanna come with you, please.”

“Fuck, yes, yes. Come for me then, baby, fuck-“

And it’s a messy mix of moans and unintelligible noises as you both climax, and you twitch and squirm and you wonder what he looks like in the throes of his pleasure. If he looks as desperate and finished as you do. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, and he curses once more, guttural and spent. You both pant, catching your breath once more.

“Fucking hell. That- Did you-“

“I did.” You say.

And the shyness comes in as your high starts to fade. You feel dirty but in a good way. You think that’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done, but you’re glad it was with Shinsou of all people.

“So,” and you’re smiling before he can even finish his sentence. “Can I take you out on Friday?”

You hum. “Sounds like you’re just trying to get into my pants, Hitoshi.”

And he laughs, loud and boyish and you grin.

“Well. I am. The rule doesn’t count after two dates right?”

“Correct.”

“Perfect. But.” And he sounds almost shy when he speaks again, like he wasn’t just speaking the most raunchy words you’d ever heard in your life moments ago.

“I like you. A lot. Really like you.”

“Good. I really like you a lot, too.”

And you’re body aches and your face hurts from smiling too much, but you don’t care. You would amend your first date rule after tonight, but you don’t think you’ll be going on anymore first dates after this.

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guys this is pure SMUTTTTT LIKE omg don’t tell me Shinsou isn’t a freaky boy we all know he is… I acc couldn’t stop thinking of him after I wrote pt2 and when I got thsi ask I knew what had to be done..

I love u all and I hope u love this as much as I did! I literlaly wrote this during my lecture at uni in public so.. do with that information what u will

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blueinkphantom · 2 days ago

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Phantom of a Book

Summary: While in prison, Techno finds out a new fact about Dream and with it a new escape route opens up for his roommate. The choice of whether or not to use said escape plan gets taken out of their hands, however, when a visitor comes. (7,280 Words)

Aka. a Fic that was supposed to be finished on the 17th December for the Dreamnoblade Christmas Event. I just now managed to finish the second chapter which is why i didnt post it here before.

Bubbling of lava was the only sound reigning in the cell.

It had been weeks since Technoblade joined Dream in prison. Two months if Techno's inner clock was still to be trusted. Which it was more than Dream's at the very least. The green teletubby's was pretty destroyed by now considering he didn't even know how long he had been in prison so far.

And technically, Techno was already supposed to be out and about. By a bit under 2 months to be exact. Either Phil's inner clock was just as terrible as his roommates or he forgot to read the will.

Either way, it didn't seem like his original escape plan was happening any time soon. As a result, they had started to try digging a tunnel from the hole in the corner. And it was successful so far. They already got... two blocks downwards with Dream right now breaking the next one a bit to the side.

Every now and then he'd get him to pause a bit and eat something. Only having potatoes didn't give Techno much to work with but he still tried to cook them a bit so they weren't completely raw at least. It was working okay-ish, he'd say.

He wished being the spirit of an object would erase any need for food. Then at least they wouldn't need the potatoes. Unfortunately, they were only halfway a spirit so to say.

Speaking of that subject. He was still curious how Dream seemed to know what to do with him when he was recharging in the sword. It’s not common knowledge after all. And he doubts there are many books on the topic if any. So the only way he could see Dream knowing about this was through personal experience. Which brought up another question.

Was Dream friends with someone like Techno or was Dream himself like him?

Glancing over to his roommate, it was hard to tell. Similarities to the object are usually only obvious once the object is known. But considering he also didn't know what Dream even was, it would be even harder.

His right eye reminded him much of an eye of ender down to the slitted pupil while the other was more pale, probably a result of what also caused the scar across said eye. His hair was as white as snow but that seemed more recent. Looking at his black hands, he still didn’t have any more clue. He could see the guy as the spirit of a weapon, maybe his Nightmare axe but he knew that didn’t need to be true. Philza once told him off a librarian who had been the spirit of the very library she worked at. There was also someone that had been the soul of a pair of elytras.

“What are you staring at?” Dream asked in an annoyed tone.

“How did you know what to do?”

“What do you-”

“At the execution, when I had to retreat into the sword. How did you know what to do?”

Dream stared to the side. “Does it matter?”

“Of course. Chat’s curious. Imagine the clout I could get from potentially unlocking more of the mysterious guy’s backstory.”

“Well, curiosity killed the cat.” The guy muttered, probably in an attempt to get Techno to stop pursuing the topic. Unfortunately for both, Techno could be stubborn.

“But satisfaction brought it back. And besides, Technoblade never dies and with it Chat too. Thought you’d know by now.” Techno chuckled.

Dream grumbled.

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There were many topics Dream would rather talk about than this. So many in fact that Dream tried to pick any that would distract Techno from the current one.

“You know, if you are also like me, you can just tell me. I won’t judge. I won’t use it against you or whatever you think I will do.”

“Why are you talking like you already know?”

“Call it a hunch. I have been told to have a sixth sense by some.” The piglin grinned at the other who in turn raised an eyebrow as the edge of his lips moved slightly up.

“A sixth sense or voices that whisper hints?”

“Eh. Same thing.”

Dream's tail swished back and forth as silence resumed. His thoughts stayed on the topic, debating with himself if he maybe should tell him. He already clearly knew that he was something. Besides, Dream knew what Techno was.

“Fine.” Dream stared back at the lava wall, vehemently ignoring Techno’s presence and gaze at him as he stood up.

“So are you-”

“I’m the Revival Book.” Dream confessed to Techno with a firm look all while broadening his shoulders and uncurling. Something Techno seemed to find amusing, though he didn't comment on it. Though it was unsurprising. Technoblade still seemed taller despite sitting. Taller and handsomer with the orange glow of the lava throwing him into a warm hue.

"Ah." was all that Techno uttered at first. Eyes slightly widened either at Dream telling him or the object named.

Dream's tail kept swishing back and forth behind him and he resisted the urge to wrap it around his own leg. "Well, roommate who is also the spirit of the book that can bring people back. I may have a new escape idea." Techno announced happily though Dream could see the nervousness on his face which made him instantly hesitate.

"And what's that?"

“You know how we can retreat into our object at any time if we want to? If you have the book here, what if you-”

“No.” Dream could see where this was going and no way in hell would he do that.

"Very fair. Very fair. Can't blame ya considering the horror stories that exist. I can tell ya, being stuck in someone's inventory is not pleasant. 1/5 stars. I'd take this vacation over that any day." Techno chuckled. “Well. Guess we will stick to the current plan.”

“What would it even bring? I can walk myself out so me being in your inventory won’t bring much. At most, there’s one less person to fight against Sam and anyone else who wants to stop us.”

“Well, not if a certain someone finally read the note I left him. You know how I knew this was a trap? Well I had planned that someone gets me out via a stasis pearl chamber. If he still were to read the note at some point, I could get us both out as long as you have the book with you here. But also I get it if you don’t wanna.”

Dream stayed silent. What if Techno doesn’t ever let him out?

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More time passed. Techno’s suggestion was almost like an elephant in the room, keeping a certain amount of tension in it. Neither spoke about it. Not that they talked that much during said time anyway. Only quick words when food got dropped in or the silence got too much. Despite not doing much, this place had a strange way of sucking the energy out of people. Probably the mining fatigue extending into more areas than just mining.

A chance to escape, one requiring lots of trust. Techno wouldn’t blame him if he passed up on it. He would still return later for the teletubby whether the guy trusted him or not. He couldn’t leave him here. When he first heard of Dream’s imprisonment he figured the favour would be used for a breakout. By now Dream wouldn’t even have to use the favour for it. Techno get him out with or without it. He couldn’t leave anyone in here, especially someone who had never gone against him and instead assisted him. Heck, he had any chance to keep him in weapon form and instead took care that he could come back as soon as possible. He will get Dream out.

Who knows, maybe it's even a courtship behaviour for whatever species Dream is. He’s pretty sure he saw something with cages and caging under one species, either creepers or wardens.

He was brought out of his musings when Dream stepped in front of him, leaning against the wall in what looked like an attempt to keep the pressure off his right foot.

“Okay.” Dream’s voice cracked halfway through. It had gotten better before but with the new silence, the bit of progress regressed a bit.

“Heh?”

“You can put me in your inventory.” He could see Dream slightly shaking, something he tried to unsuccessfully suppress.

It took Techno several seconds to respond, surprised by either the trust or saddened by the desperation. Considering who it was, the latter seemed more likely even if he hoped it wasn’t that.

Before he could respond in any way shape or form though, redstone ticked loudly alongside the heavy shifting of machinery.

Dream tensed immediately, form stiffening more than Techno thought possible. He barely wasted a second as he put himself between his roommate and the slowly retreating lava curtain.

It only took him a small bit of time to register who was on the other side.

Sam, of course, Warden of the prison. And Quackity.

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"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't my two favourite prisoners. How have you been? You been good?" Quackity asked as he waltzed off the bridge wearing netherite armour and ...were those shears?

"Yeah, you know. We've just been chilling. Not much to do in here." Techno replied while keeping his eyes on him, only shortly glancing over to Dream who was standing in the other corner, leaning on the chest.

"Hm. Im sure. I'm sure." The duck's eyes squinted at him as the grin stayed on him. He turned around to where Sam was still observing them from the other side and called out "Okay, well. Sam-" Seeing a chance, Techno sprung forward, not seeing his roomy shaking his head as a pink fist connected with Quackity in an attempt to throw him into the lava below.

Unfortunately, the three months had taken their toll, the punch not doing much besides pushing Quackity a bit further just before the edge where he turned quickly to him. "Yo, what the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you, Techno?! We didn't even start! What is wrong with you?" Techno chuckled even as the duck was slashing at him with the shears, leaving multiple cuts of varying size and depth. "I was gonna ease into it. I was gonna ease into it. Okay but since you so clearly wanna rush things along, why not?"

"Sam! Keep this guy in check." Keeping him in check apparently meant, aiming a bow at him with an arrow notched, ready to fire any second.

When Techno looked back in the cell, he saw Dream near the hole, Quackity close to him. "Here's what's gonna happen. I am sick and tired of these prison visits." He stepped closer and closer to Dream, with his roommate trying to get further and further away to the other corner until he was pressed against the chest. "I've been trying to get the revival book for the longest time, Dream. And today, you are gonna give me the book. You wanna know why?"

"I'm not giving you the boo-"

Quackity slammed his fist against the wall right next to Dream's face. "You wanna know why? Because this guy, this guy right here is your only way out of here and if you won't give me the book, he dies and with it your only chance of getting out of here. That's the only reason he's here. So that I finally get the book after all this time you’ve wasted."

"That's kinda harsh,” muttered Techno. “Don't do it, Dream."

"You know what I don't even care if you break out. If this guy gets you out. All I care about is the Revival book, and you are gonna give it to me.” If Quackity had half the knowledge about stuff, he's gonna care a bit more probably. Besides, it's not like Techno can really die. Not unless his Sword gets smashed to bits and the Sword is safely tucked away at home. Speaking of death...

"Wait. Hear me out. Hear me out, Dream. Does he really have any leverage? Cause if he kills me and my best friend is a Necromancer, doesn't that kinda just work out? You could just revive me after. I'm just saying." Dream’s eyes were locked onto his, the same thought Techno had probably crossed him too. Techno won’t die. Then his gaze skittered to Quackity, awaiting his reaction which was as expected another slice of shears at the piglin before turning to Dream again.

"You know what just give me the Revive Book. Just give me it. I'm not playing games anymore. I don’t care."

“I can’t give you the Revival Book, you know that. Hell, even if I could give you the book you're just gonna kill me. And probably kill Techno right after. The whole reason I'm in here is cause I have the book. Otherwise, I'd be dead."

"Okay then you know what. What if I just killed you both right now? No more best friend for you, Techno. And no headaches for me. Why not stop the madness, right? Not like the book brought many good things with it anyway, did it? So I'm just gonna kill you both and get this over with."

"Now let's just relax first. Let's calm down." Techno tried, moving both hands up to no success as Quackity didn’t stop talking.

"No no. I should just kill you both right? So why not? Starting with you Techno and don’t think I’ gonna forget about you, Dream. And I'm gonna make sure it's painful enough as payment for ruining the execution and every second I have wasted here just because you couldn’t do a single thing. Just because you wouldn’t tell me and wouldn’t open that goddamn book." Any protests from Dream got ignored as Quackity turned to Techno. "I've been waiting a long ass time to do this." The first slash still hit him but the next got blocked by Dream who put himself between them. "Oh, you wanna go first? Wanna make sure that there's no chance for Techno to come back? Want him to watch his buddy die? Fine by me."

Techno tried to pull Dream away, out of Quackity's range but before he could make much progress, the rips on Dream's form spread. Rips that reminded him of torn-apart pages until they split apart entirely and green mist formed. Green mist which seemed to dissolve but turns out to have just entered the object as a book was left behind. One that Techno didn't hesitate to grab before Quackity could. And by the duck's wide grin and eyes, he knew that the guy was aware of what it was even if he didn't know the full extent of its connection to Dream. "Techno, give me the bo-" He saw the swing and felt part of the blade enter before the sensation abruptly left. His arms stayed raised in defence as he slowly took in where he was.

Blackstone walls with Nether bricks. A pink sheep connected with a led to a wall decoration bearing three wither skulls. Lava flowed down in the corners and stone bricks on the floor, some with moss.

It was the Syndicate Meeting Room. He was out. He was-

"Did it work?" A familiar voice. A familiar voice that he was incredibly glad to hear.

"Oh my god. Phil." He was still on edge as he turned to his best friend for years.

"Here, drink that. Drink that." The immortal handed him a glass of milk alongside a golden apple. Both of which Techno gladly consumed.

"Phil. I gave you that book three months ago, Phil!" Techno exclaimed once he swallowed the bite he took out of the apple. His wounds healed, stitching themselves back together with the feeling of pins and needles pricking his flesh.

"You said three months!" Philza tried to argue.

"No, I did not! I thought you'd take like two days. I've been in jail for three months!"

A look of realisation came across his oldest friend. "Wait, wait wait. Oh my god, you said three days."

"Bruuuh."

"Well at least you got a book out of it, it seems."

Ah. He nearly forgot. He looks down at his right hand, still holding the book, still holding Dream there.

"What's with it?"

"Well. The good news is, we don't need to head to the prison soon."

"Not fancying another visit to Dream?"

"I mean if he was still in there, I'd go back. You know break him out and stuff. Return the favour and all.” Techno moved back to his hair, settling down into it and setting Dream down on the table, out of his inventory even if it would probably take a while for him to come back with the hits he took.

"Did he break out?"

"Now yes. Next thing is waiting till he’s back." His gaze stayed on the book, noting the glowing green writing, and the firm but used-looking leather cover. An eye of ender was sitting on the front inside a golden frame. One that looked just like Dream's. Slowly the parallels became clearer.

The white hair from the pages that were still as white as snow despite the many years this book probably existed. The eye. The black on his hands from the ink that likely stained the pages. And the green highlights in his hair from the glowing title.

It made sense.

Dream is the spirit of the Revival Book.

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It's been a few days since Technoblade got teleported out of the prison.

Getting used to being out again went well so far. Sure, he may be a bit apprehensive about potatoes now. For all the love he held for the multi-use vegetable, even he could apparently get enough of them, especially when he's had nothing but potatoes for weeks. If they had at least been prepared in different ways but no. A shame considering how many different delicious meals one could cook with them. But now he lacks any appetite for them. Dream probably won't have one either once he returns, whenever that is.

Dream's book was still on the pillow where Techno had put it upon entering the room. He figured out quickly that he wasn't entirely comfortable with leaving Dream out of his sight in this state. Sure, he'd probably notice if anyone tried to sneak in but this felt safer. Besides, this way he got a comfortable amount of warmth from the fireplace while still staying a good distance away. Techno's been freezing more than usual after getting used to the heat of the cell. No doubt Dream would have even more issues considering his longer stay. He's probably gonna need several layers of clothing when he comes back.

If he comes back.

Techno tried to shake that thought.

Now he knows that there can be different recharging times from one object spirit to another. Heck, with all the things Dream went through in that prison, it shouldn't be surprising that he took a bit longer. It didn't stop Techno's worry from constantly nagging. It didn't stop a few of the voices from throwing in their concerns as well.

The book still had that green shine over it. Dream was still alive. Logically, he knew that. The small bit of a tail he had barely ever ceased from swishing back and forth whenever his thoughts drifted to his roommate. There was nothing he could do but wait. Wait and hope Dream returned.

Knock, knock.

Techno turned to the door, hand already on his sword's handle before he even thought about it. Silently, he neared the door.

Chances were, it was just Phil who had made it a habit to check on him daily. Preferring to be safe than sorry though, Techno listened first to make out anything suspicious. Not that it was needed when a voice soon rang out. "Heya, mate. It's me." Just Phil. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and nearly earned Phil's fist in his face when he opened the door.

"You know, I'm all for trying out new greetings but I don't think a fist to the face is the best." Techno smiled more when Phil let out a laugh at that.

"Didn't expect you at the door so soon. Anyway, you ready for the meeting?"

He stared at his friend blankly for a tick. And another. "About that..." He sheepishly looked away, avoiding Phil's gaze.

"Did you forget about it?"

"Yup." His mind was running between preparing for any unwanted visitors, preparing for when Dream was back and taking care of his usual chores. Everything else had slipped his mind.

Phil clapped him on the back. "It's fine. Come on. We still got time."

They packed and headed out with Techno carrying Dream in a bag that would hopefully not prevent him from forming like being in an inventory would. The meeting itself went by in a blur. His mind drifted to the book beside him. To the person in it. Like it always seemed to. Even before this whole thing, his mind would sometimes drift to Dream. Curious about what his favourite flower might be, his favourite animal and more.

When Niki and Ranboo asked where he'd been the last months, Phil answered for him. Explaining how he'd been locked up and stuck there till Phil, rather late, got him out with the stasis chamber. What followed were concerns about Dream's breakout and questions of if he had anything to do with it to which Techno was honest. Though he did try to avoid mentioning how Dream's like him, well aware that the teletubby would prefer as few people as possible to know his status as spirit. Techno himself avoided many people knowing. Too many had wished to wield the sword that housed the mighty warrior.

Luckily, he managed to calm them mostly down, partly thanks to bringing up a few things about how the prison was handled and reassurances that he would ensure their safety.

The meeting got dismissed rather early and once Techno was back at his cabin, he only went out to feed the animals again before falling into bed, taking the book with him.

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More days passed. So many hours and still Dream didn't come back out. Techno continued with attempts to keep his worry down. Him and Dream just take different times to form again. The teletubby had been tortured for weeks by the time he was there. They had different objects, him a sword and Dream a book. Maybe it's the material. Maybe- Maybe Quackity had carved into Dream while in the book. So many factors that could delay it. So many reasonable explanations.

Maybe Dream just didn't feel safe to come back around him? He tried not to think about that. But also, he couldn't blame Dream if that was the case. He couldn't put him outside. That was too risky. What if someone decided to visit right then and take him? No one had come to attack yet. No warden or duck or ex-best-friends with a murderous promise. None. Yet.

He glanced at the unmoving book on what could probably be considered a makeshift nest. Pillows and blankets and a cloak he had made for Dream surrounded the book from beneath and around. The faint green shimmer never stopped, reminding Techno of an enchanted object. It reminded him of how Phil and Chat described his sword whenever he was inside.

It was beautiful and unnerving at once. The longer he stared, the more he could see the parallels between the book and Dream. The eye of ender on the cover fit with the one Dream had. The green glowing writing in enchanting language matched the words he could see through some tears in the clothing Dream wore when they tried the book on Techno. The pages nearly looked white as snow or rather Dream's hair. If he took a guess, the ink used for the words and sketches inside was probably as black as the tips of Dream's claws that gradually went over to his usual skin tone along the arm or the words on his skin when not using the book.

He gently felt along the cover with one of his hands before removing it as if burned. He technically held the book for multiple minutes by this point - hours if one were to include the time he accidentally fell asleep with it in his arms - still he tried to keep it to a minimum for Dream's sake. He knew Dream wasn't the biggest with touch. Touch-starved? Most likely, based on how he still leaned towards Techno in prison and how he'd been before, way before. Willing to touch? Eh. Considering the bits he learned while roommating with him in prison, it wasn't surprising. Trust this broken is hard to get again, even more so when all recent touch seemed to have been with the intent to hurt.

It reminds him of himself before he met Phil.

A groan brought him out of his musings. Steve was looking at him with such a puppy-eye look that Techno barely had to think about what he wanted. "You hungry, Steve?" Another groan. "Alright. Alright. You get your food." He rose back to full height before picking Dream's book up. "Just need to do something quickly." He tried to carry as many blankets and pillows too before moving everything downstairs into a mostly hidden corner in the basement and restarting the nest. Maybe if the delay was due to being constantly in the same room as him, this would help Dream feel comfortable enough to come back.

He stepped away, eyes on the book before turning and climbing back up and started making dinner.

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Having many animals had its perks, Techno would like to note. They were good company, fighters and more. However, they could also be a disturbance to his plans.

When Techno woke up the next day, he found Dream's book next to him, one of the foxes lying on top of it.

He sighed, before softly petting the fox which continued to sleep despite the gradual removal of the book from below it. With it in hand, he headed down and started his daily routine, item placed once more on a seat near the fire.

The voices started throwing different suggestions for why Dream was still in there. Ranging from simple refusal to death. He tried to ignore that last suggestion. Dream couldn't be dead. The book would have to be destroyed. Just like the sword had to be broken and shattered into pieces for Techno to die. The voices were wrong. Nothing more to it.

He tended to his farm and animals, cooked and fixed some of the fence around their clearing that was starting to deteriorate a bit. A squirrel shortly paused his work as it climbed along the structure.

It was when he was putting away the dishes that a green light from behind made him freeze.

Turning showed a green mist taking shape around the book and a second later, Dream sat there, left eye focused on Technoblade as his face shifted between multiple microexpressions.

Dream was there. Dream was back. His hair was still white, one eye with a whiteish hue over it and one leg missing.

They both stared at each other for several ticks.

"Welcome back, teletubby." Techno greeted him, trying to go for humour with all the relief in his chest at seeing Dream out.

"Why didn't you open it?" Dream asked, voice rough from not having used it in more than two weeks. A frown sat on his face.

"Huh?"

"I've been inside for days. You had so many chances. Why didn't you open it?" Dream looked at him as if he had grown a second head. As if he was a puzzle he couldn't solve.

"Why should I?" Techno asked back. "You didn't give away what was inside even under torture. I could be wrong but I was under the impression you weren't really a fan of anyone else knowing what was written inside."

"Yeah, but not like that ever mattered. It sure as hell didn't matter when Sam let Quackity in the first time. Didn't matter when Quackity tried to get it to open with an axe while I was inside."

"It matters to me," Techno responded, stomach sinking at the thought of someone attacking him while inside the object. No wonder Dream's right leg didn't form. Severe damage could limit how much of one's body can be formed. Especially if it's damage to his object. He wouldn't be surprised if his torturer had intentionally aimed at his leg in hopes this would happen.

Dream was silent, eyes moved to the side as Techno's own flickered over Dream, trying to find anything else that was missing or damaged. Except for a missing ring finger, he didn't find much to be concerned about. Scars of course. Plenty. One or two in the form of a familiar smile, some burn scars and others from an axe or knife. But nothing else that would impact Dream's ability to move much.

After many more ticks, Techno clapped his hands. "So, anyway. I made some food if you want. Fish with spinach. It should still be warm."

His roommate squinted at him. "I'm fine. I can get some myself."

"Sure. Sure but I may have made too much, so really, you'd be doing me a favour," Techno continued, hoping for an agreement. And he got one, although reluctant and with obvious scepticism.

He didn't let that dissuade him though and put some of the food on a plate before noticing a slight shake in Dream's hands. "Wanna sit at the table?"

Dream looked to it before shaking his head. "Alright. Hope I didn't salt it too much though. Phil says I sometimes go overboard." He also for some reason had always accompanied it with a wink which Techno was still confused by, though that detail didn't feel important.

After sniffing at it and still looking for something off, Dream took a bite and then another. He didn't keep track of how many but it turned out too much as it didn't take long for Dream's face to turn pale and attempt to rush outside only to reach a window and promptly throw up.

Ah right. Stomach's not used to that much.

-----

Carefully, Techno cut more and more slices of wood away. The form was slowly becoming recognisable much to his satisfaction, but there was still a decent way to go. Once finished, it would fit neatly next to the wolf, crow and pig carved from the same material. After that, he already had another one in mind.

The fire in the chimney flickered softly. It crackled regularly from the bits of water in the wood which was unavoidable. The warmth helped well with the current weather. A snowstorm ruled outside. Not the strongest snowstorm that Techno had ever seen but still not one that should be underestimated.

Looking over to Dream, who sat on a couch near the chimney, he was somewhat glad for the weather. The guy was determined to get out and do whatever stupid thing he had in mind. And that was when his body hadn't even fully healed to its capability.

Not to mention the appointment he had booked for Dream to get him a prosthetic because let's be honest, Techno doesn't have the medical and mechanical knowledge required to get Dream a good one. Not even a decent one. There was maybe one or two people on the server who could make a good one, but Techno didn't trust either of them with this.

Safe to say, Techno wasn't entirely comfortable with letting Dream out and about. Not until he at least healed more. And even then he hoped the guy would stick around. Continue the roommates arc and all. Nothing else. Chat shut up.

In his slight distraction, he slipped and the carving knife cut him on his finger. It luckily didn't get deep, piglin skin is rather sturdy, still blood exits. He put the wood and tool to the side and went to get a cloth to stop the bleeding. When he turned from the cabinet where he got the cloth though, Dream stood right there, eyes fixated on where the wound is, the cut looking like a crack in metal.

"Let me look at it." Confused, Techno did.

Dream held his hand and Techno could feel his face heating up for some reason. His friend leaned down with his head so close that he could feel the heat of his breath as he whispered something Techno couldn't make out. A tick and he felt the skin there tickle. The wound glowed green as it sealed shut. Stunned he kept staring at where there was just a wound but now there was nothing. Only a small faint scar that's barely noticeable.

"How did you-"

"The book didn't just have the secrets to revival." Techno glanced up and saw Dream also still looking at where the wound was. He shortly lifted his head before averting his gaze and moving back to where he was with the help of the stick one of the woods wolves - one that for some reason loved to steal Techno’s glasses - gave him.

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It started with the wolves barking outside.

They didn't bark when it was a friend. Every time Niki, Ranboo, Phil or Dream entered this area, the dogs didn't bark. That was the first sign for them to get ready.

They had discussed this, him and Dream. Techno would go out, armour and weapons at the ready. Dream would try to hide somewhere in the house where he hopefully won't be found while Techno tries to get them out of this with the least amount of bloodshed. As much as Techno wanted to get back at Quackity and Sam, killing them could lead to more unwanted attention from the rest of the server, especially if they got confirmation that Dream was still with Techno instead of on his own somewhere. Right now, the priority was safety.

So Dream hid himself away covered by Steve. As embarrassing as the position seemed, Dream figured neither of the two looking for him would risk angering a bear just to see or get what seemed to be in its grip.

If he had a mouth, he would have stopped breathing when he heard Quackity enter. And he knew those footsteps even if they sounded more unsure. He also knew the ones that followed and noted a third one he expected missing. Just Quackity and Technoblade then. Sam probably stayed outside in case Dream tried to sneak away.

The two inside were talking. Dream knew they were talking but he couldn't focus on the words. He tried to. He needed to know but he couldn't. Mind

A screech cut through his haze. For a second he worried that it was Techno before registering the next words. "Technoblade, get your fox off of me, dude. Get your fucking fox off of me."

Dream tried to peek and sense what was going on and got a rough image. A dark blue figure shook in pain as a smaller, way smaller green one tore into his arm that had reached up to a bookcase.

"Aw, come on. They just want to play. Ain't that right, Em?"

"It's literally biting me. Get it off of me." Dream had to admit, that fox was determined. She didn't let off despite the way Quackity shook his arm. Good fox.

Blood was soaking through his sleeves when one of the wolves came from behind and bit into his leg, mauling on it multiple times. It didn't go missing on him that it's the same he lost and he wondered for a second if the hound knew.

If it wasn't for his current mouthless state, Dream would have burst out laughing when another one bit into the intruder. For a second, he thought they might be close to actually kill-

Quackity's form poofed, leaving his items behind. He heard a cackle from somewhere in the room. He'd have thought it was himself if he could make sounds. Instead, it was Technoblade who seemingly couldn't hold it in himself.

"Well done, Em and June. Well done, you two." Techno praised them. Tears crinkled at the edge of his eyes as he petted them.

He stood back up properly and went to the door only to come back rather quickly. "Welp. Sam dipped too. Probably scared of the big fearsome fox and hound. Probably helped that Ravyn was outside too." Techno's gaze stayed on the outside a bit more. Likely making sure that no one was there anymore. "Dream, you can come out. Pretty sure we are not gonna have to worry about them for a bit."

Dream did so after a few more ticks. Forming around the book again. However, he realised a moment too late that it left him stuck with Steve, who seemed to like holding him. "Um. Techno. A little help?"

"You know what? Nah. Who am I to take my emotional support bear's emotional support war criminal."

"Techno!" Dream tried to wiggle out of the soft arms, only to be held closer. He would have tried again if not for the snout moving against him as the wolf that still had blood around its snout was starting to lean against him. Same for the fox as they seemed to cuddle together against him.

Moving would be impossible now without accidentally hitting one of them.

Reluctantly, Dream gave up, sagging in Steve's hold while Techno brought in two more wolves. One snowy one and one woods. Both joined the animals already resting and Dream didn't need to look up to see Techno smirking at him.

"When I get out, I'll get my revenge."

"Sure you will, bud. Sure you will. What do you want for dinner?"

"...Broccoli Gratin."

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Dream settled back in the same place on the couch the next day. Once more idly watching as Techno carved a new wooden figure that Dream could make out to be a cat. It looked good already. Incredibly so. He had spotted the wooden figures on his shelves before and debated asking but never did.

"Whe-" His voice cracked. He moved past. "When did you start with wood carving?"

"Uh. Probably around eight months ago? Give or take. Been wanting to get into it a few years ago. Didn't really get to. Stuff got in the way. Lost the books teaching woodcarving. Got called to war. You know, usual things?"

"Heh. Yeah. Usual."

Dream's gaze shortly went up to Techno's eyes. They were blue. Like the sky but, more colourful. Like aquamarine. Like the gem on his sword.

"You know, I wasn't always the spirit of a sword." Techno at some point voiced. "It's been... roughly about a hundred years ago I think. I was in an arena, one of their best champions even if their treatment of me never really matched it. The audience would cheer whenever I fought, not that it mattered to the owners besides the money it brought them." He huffed. Dream stared, unsure how to respond.

"I was good enough that I caught a certain god's attention. The Blood God loves to see fights and apparently, he loved to watch mine. So much so that he gave me a blessing." The last word was accompanied by a tone he couldn't pinpoint. Dream glanced back down to the figure the other was still carving.

"That night, I became immortal. Not to be killed unless the sword he gave me was shattered beyond repair. It was also the night I became free. So both immortality and freedom. Pog if you ask me." Techno seemed to be carving details like the eyes and mouth now. He was silent after that. It took only a few more ticks for Dream to open his mouth instead.

"I made a deal with Schlatt. He got protection and an army, I got the book. Then one moment I was there, burning a copy of the book, the next, I was like this." It was less than Techno told him. But Techno didn't need to know about the experiments. He didn't need to know about Punz and how somehow only he became the spirit of the book, not his mercenary.

"Huh. Always thought you were a bookworm. You sure you don't write any fanfics?"

"Oh my god, no." Dream immediately responded.

"That was a suspiciously quick denial," the piglin joked.

"No, it's not. What?" A smile tugged at his lips, tail swishing back and forth behind him.

"Come on. What's your pen name? I promise I won't tell a soul." Techno grinned.

"No, I'm leaving." Dream said as he planned to stand up, only for one of the wolves to settle on top of him.

"Yes. Good, Yawn." Techno encouraged.

"No, No. Bad." Dream tried to discourage it to no avail.

"Well. Guess you're stuck now. Now where were we?"

Dream leaned his head back, scratching the spotted wolf with one hand.

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Dream couldn't sleep. It was nothing new. He spent plenty of nights awake either by choice or inability. Usually, though, he didn't need to figure out a way how to get out of another person's arms.

Slowly, he started shifting into a mouse, making himself small and light enough that hopefully, Techno wouldn't wake. He stepped along the bedsheets and down onto the floor. He gave his sleeping roommate one last glance before changing to a screech owl and quietly flying himself down the ladder and through an open window. Once on the porch, he shifted back.

It was cold. Freezingly so. He didn't have the cloak. Or anything really fitting for the temperature.

Just a few hundred ticks and then he'd go back in.

Before the time passed though, he heard the floorboards inside creak and just a few ticks later, a cloak found its way around him and a certain piglin next to him.

"Nice night, isn't it? The sky's so clear you can even see the stars and constellations like the Nightmare Eater and the Lava Walker." Techno spoke softly. Eyes up to the sky as well.

"Which ones are those?" Dream asked, not so much for the knowledge about stars and more just to hear Techno's voice.

His roommate pointed to different stars while leaning closer to Dream, their heads next to each other. "This one's Nightmare Eater. A phantom that feasted upon the nightmares of gods till they had enough and punished it by turning it into stars, never to get another meal." He pointed to another cluster. "And that's Lava Walker. A strider who had helped a young adventurer get help from his friends after falling down from a great height in the nether. The injury could have caused his death if the strider didn't get them. As thanks, the lil guy got immortalised."

Dream looked from the stars to Techno, seeing them reflect in his eyes. A sparkle in his blue eyes that entranced Dream. He didn’t even notice their hands being intertwined.

Techno turned his head down, looking back at Dream after noticing his silence. His eyes flickered to his lips.

They stared at each other as the moon shone down on them.

With the stars as only witnesses, Techno kissed Dream and Dream kissed back.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 days ago

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For some time I thought about if I should post anything, but I decided to do so in case anyone else needs it (because I have been a tiny bit burnt out for the past year or so):

Your hobbies are supposed to bring you joy. Don't let it become a job; a "responsibility". You don't have to be "on" every day

Chances are that there will be someone who keeps bugging you even after politely telling them that you're not interested or that "you might consider it" or something along those lines. (This is how I ended up doing some role-playing for a fandom I was not interested in, in my dms) Some people will keep expecting things from you, while ignoring your boundaries. Don't let them (aka block; they might call you "mean" or "rude", but you're not)

You can't cater to everyone, so it's better to have your group of friends, along with some friendly acquaintances with whom you can make the best of your fandom experience

A block isn't a reflection of morality or "badness", especially on algorithm based mediums or Discord (tip: if you're in a larger public server with someone who overwhelms you or annoys you, blocking them will hide their messages from you. It's like being able to be in the same club house without forcing yourself to engage with someone) Yes on Tumblr you can always unfollow, but you can still see their posts in the tags. Cater to your experience. A block isn't a big deal (I know I have been blocked by people who don't like seeing reader insert fics in their feed/tags, and that is completely fine. And I have probably been blocked for other reasons as well. It's not a big deal)

Promote things you want to see, create things you want to see, and enjoy the process

Publishing that Work/Art/Fic is scary, but that is the only way to get it out there (and if you're worried about "not being 'good enough'" whatever that might mean, remember that you have to start somewhere. I started with sentences that were all over the place, and just last year got a comment about having good grammar; after 3-4 years of writing in a foreign language)

Be cringe. Be free. Do things you enjoy! Pet a dog, go for a walk, draw that oc or blorbo or both or daydream about them. The world is bleak rn, but you have to try and find enjoyment from little things. You can't give from an empty basket, so if you're spent all the time, being there for those you care about becomes impossible somewhere down the line. "You have to take care of yourself, in order to care for others." Stop to breathe

More often than not, you just existing and enjoying life brings a kind of stability and enjoyment to others. I think about this one time in high school chemistry class, where I was knitting (yes Chemistry, don't ask), and this one girl came up to me afterwards and said something along the lines of "I was feeling a lot of anxiety in class, and then I saw you knitting, and I went 'okay, [she]'s knitting, it's going to be okay'". I still to this day don't really know why that was, but it did tell me a thing: people around you, especially those who seek you out, follow you on social media, ask you out just to hang, they like having you around. And to these people, you existing as you are, including taking a step back when you need it, you are valuable as you are

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hoesheez · 6 hours ago

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The Hot Nerd…

Virgin!Seonghwa/AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex and language

A/N: another collab with @gyoobies 🤝 this was soooooo much fun to write and i cant believe we’re this funny and unhinged 💀 (yeah i can lol) hope yall enjoy! silver hair seonghwa’s got me by the BALLS 🙂‍↕️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You hurried to your workplace, not wanting to be late and get another earful from your boss, who also happened to be your best friend.

Although the walk to work was chilly, you sucked it up and pushed through, knowing it would be worth it once your patrons got a look at you in your outfit. Along with your glittery chunky heeled boots, you wore a tight black turtle neck with jean shorts that were probably admittedly so, a bit too short.

But you didn’t care especially considering your chosen fits were something that kept the clientele flowing, along with another one of your special talents admired by few but known by all.

You entered the café and saw your best friend and co-worker already busy at the counter. “Get in the kitchen Hoover, we’ve got a bit of a rush.” She instructed and you headed straight for the kitchen, waving at the patrons who knew you personally by your café name.

Once the rush was over, the two of you stood at the counter watching the monitors and waiting to greet anyone who walked in.

“Him, him, him, her, her, all of them.” You said as you pointed to your conquests on the monitors that would indicate to the staff if any patrons needed assistance.

“Wow, and here I thought it was our speciality drinks that kept them coming in, by the way aren’t you freezing in those?” she asked as she pointed to your shorts, worried about your health after walking in the bitter cold. You shook your head, “Hoes don’t get cold darling.” You said with a laugh and suggestive pose, despite being glad you were finally in the warmth of the café.

The bell above the front door suddenly chimed. “Hi! Welcome to-“ you stopped your greeting as your friend continued hers, watching the tall gorgeous man that just walked in.

“Ohhhhh, looks like it’s time to get to work.” You said with a playful wink. Your friend shot you a look, “Easy there, that’s the guy I’ve been telling you about so, back off.” She said with a very serious tone. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, not expecting the guy shes been fawning over to be that damn sexy and tall.

Just as you resigned yourself to not having any fun today, another patron walked in. His silver hair caught your eyes first, then his height when he stood next to your friend’s crush, who was a few inches taller.

Then it was his lips as they curved into a shy smile. You practically bounced over to your friend, “A new foe has appeared!” you cheered.

The monitor signaled that someone in the gaming section needed help, so she hurried off after telling you to check them in.

You happily turned your attention to the hot nerd in front of you. “You here for business or pleasure?” you asked, eyeing him up and down.

The taller of the two shifted his eyes between the two of you, nudging his friend. “P-pleasure, uhm just a few hours, thanks.” You turned to tap away at the point of service tablet and smirked, “Oh honey, a few hours is more than enough, I promise you.”

Yunho giggled and his friend looked at him, “What? You think it’ll take longer to rank up?” he asked, completely oblivious to your remark. Yunho just rolled his eyes and walked off, heading to where the student section was.

“Right this way!” you chirped and he waited for you to lead him off. As you walked, you made sure to sway your hips a bit harder just in case he was staring. But when you turned to lead him to his seat, you saw he was just staring at his phone instead of you. “Thanks,” was all he said as he walked past you and sat down. “No problem, just press the call button if you need anything” you said reluctantly, feeling you’d need to up the stakes if you wanted his attention.

You headed back to the front, intentionally ignoring one of the customers who was trying to get your attention. Your mind only focusing on getting in that hot nerd’s pants.

After your friend was done tending to her crush, she finally made her way back to behind the counter.

“How’s it going?” You leaned down on your hands and sighed, “Horribly, he’s not even paying attention to me!” you said in a huff as she came to stand next to you.

“I meant work? how’s work going?” You turned away from her, looking to see if he’d press the call button anytime soon for some kind of refreshments.

“Huh? Oh, it’s fine.” Your friend rolled her eyes, “Really? You of all people getting upset cause this one guy isn’t foaming at the mouth for you?! You’re hot you can have anyone!”

You sighed, knowing she was right hut also wanting something you craved so deeply. “But I want him!” you whined in jest and rolled your eyes when another patron called for help instead.

“Ugh, I’ll go! Oh and don’t think I forgot to ask about Yunho, I’m only slightly dickstracted!” you said pointing at her before you headed off.

“Hi how can I- oh it’s you.” You rolled your eyes, seeing one of your past hook ups. “I was trying to get your attention earlier, but I guess you didn’t see me.” You looked down at the tablet, “Do you need something Chan? Or are you trying to make small talk? Cause I’m on the clock, soo.”

He started yapping, his aussie accent coming through a lot thicker given his excitement from finally getting to talk to you again. If only you had cared the slightest bit about him, you probably wouldn’t have lost interest in the conversation he was currently carrying on his own. You looked around the room for anything more stimulating.

Your eyes fell on the hot nerd you checked in earlier. He was tapping away, engrossed in the game he was playing. You watched as he used his index and middle fingers to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Were his fingers always that long?

“Hey!” Chan said loudly, snapping his fingers at you. “Yeah yeah, you said a number 3, no pickles and a large boba, anything else?” you asked, hurrying to tap all the information in. He sighed, “I also asked if you, maybe wanted to, you know, continue what we started last time?” Your eyes flicked from him to the silver haired boy who currently piqued your interest.

Should you go with something easy, someone you’ve already had? Or should you try for something a bit more challenging? “Sorry Chan, I don’t fuck gacha whales!” you said with a giggle and walked off.

Seonghwa watched you walk back to the front of the café, leaning back in his chair to get a good look at your ass. He didn’t get a chance before when you first lead him to his seat since his phone suddenly pinged with a text from Yunho.

You had caught his eye ever since check in, realizing you were the person at Sip n’ Surf Mingi was always on about. Then his pants started to tighten at the thought of what he suggested the two of you do if he was ever given the opportunity.

He thought about Mingi’s words to him when the younger found out where he was headed with Yunho. “If you’re lucky, you won’t come back a virgin bro.”

Seonghwa went hot and breathed deeply, just as Yunho walked up to sit next to him. “Did I just catch you eyeing up the staff?” Yunho asked, quite thrilled his friend was actually checking someone out so openly. He coughed and stretched, “What? No, I’m just stretching?” He lied and went back to his game.

But he would mull over the thought of you. Your legendary mouth on his cock, thinking about what had that one guy you were talking to in such a huff after you walked away.

Yunho mentioned something about getting food right when his crush joined him. Seonghwa didn’t want to feel even more like a nuisance after his “smash” comment so he headed off to the front to order something. He nervously walked up and watched you from behind as you observed the monitors.

You watched the monitors with your back turned to the counter, waiting for station 69 to light up. You sighed, thinking there might be something wrong with the button and you began hitting the monitor, as if that would help.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you composed yourself before turning around with a smile. “Hi is there anything I can help you with?” You met eyes with him, the silver haired hottie who walked in with Yunho.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and inhale a breath when he smiled back at you. God damn, were those all of his teeth?

You gulped and hoped he didn’t hear it, “Oh, number 69, did you hit that rank yet?” you asked as you logged into the tablet, preparing to assist him.

“Not yet, Im stuck at Immortal 3, thought I should take a break for some food.” you nodded and tilted your head, “Well you don’t have that far to go, you might just hit Radiant if you keep at it, but looks like your couple of hours is almost up.” Your voice came out more flirtatious than you had intended, but he simply nodded in response, not really catching on. Or so you thought.

“Right, can you add another hour please?” you nodded and input more time for his station, his eyes following your fingers as you tapped away. He eyed you up and down, admiring your form and thinking what you must look like out of those clothes. He shook the thought from his head and focused on the menu in front of him.

You waited as he looked through the menu, his eyebrows knitting together as he was deep in thought. God he kept getting more and more gorgeous every time you looked at him, as if that was even possible.

“Do you play Valorant?” he asked, his eyes not leaving the menu. “No, but I think KAYO is suuuuper hot.” you said with a sing-song voice and he looked up at you. “He’s a robot?” he questioned with a raise of his eyebrow. You looked back at him matter of factly, “Yeah, and?”

He just laughed and shook his head, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. “Wow, okay I’ll have the number 8, oh and a strawberry mochi.”

You input the order and read it back to him. “Anything else number 69?” you asked and he shook his head, handing you his card. “No that’s it, and it’s Seonghwa, you don’t have to keep calling me that” he coughed and giggled, trying to seem nonchalant but failing.

You laughed and ran his card. “Aw, but thats my favorite number!” you teased and turned the tablet for him to sign, handing him back his card after he quickly input his signature. You politely let him know his order would be out soon and he turned on his heel to head back. You admired the way he sauntered off, awkwardly tripping over his own feet.

He arrived back to his station, tapping Yunho on the shoulder to let him back in his chair. “I think I may be a bit out of my depth.” Yunho and your friend wondered what he could mean but before they could ask, you called her over on the intercom. “Would the sweet and spicy Sindel please come to the front, I’m about to pass out, over.”

Your friend groaned but got up anyway, saying bye to yunho and heading to the front. “Wow what did you do to them?” Yunho asked as he went back to playing. “Nothing? I ordered some food, that’s all.” he said as he clacked away on the keyboard. “Then they must be really into you, maybe you could finally-“ he insinuated that last word and Seonghwa stopped what he was doing and looked at his friend.

“Shut up!” he whisper yelled and looked around, his cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. Yunho shrugged, “I’m just saying!” he teased and went back to his game.

Your friend finally arrived, catching you on the floor, gasping loudly for air and practically shaking, “His name is S-Seonghwa, dear god I’d stand up but there’d be a puddle.” You were right about hearing his name for the first time, just barely keeping it together as he walked away.

She laughed at your statement, “Good thing I didn’t text you he was heading over here, does the name live up to the man?” You moaned out loud, “Oh I’ll be seeing stars for sure!”

You thought about his pretty mouth all over you, wondering just how incredible he must be with his tongue and hands. The thought of his obvious sexual prowess in bed sent your mind reeling with thoughts.

“Oh! Is that his order? I’ll take it!” you yelped and stood up, taking the tray from your friend. “How do I look?” you asked and she eyed you up and down, “Desperate.” she deadpanned.

“Perfect!” you said and turned on your heel to bring Seonghwa his food. You had mentioned to her about your new plan to purposely drop the silverware so you could bend over in front of him and give him an eyeful and she cheered you on, giving your butt a slap of encouragement.

Seonghwa and Yunho were quiet for only a few minutes after your friend left them before Seonghwa spoke up again. “Do you, think I actually have a chance? With someone that hot and obviously uhm, more experienced?” he asked his friend who nodded with a smile.

“I think they’re the perfect person for you, actually.” Seonghwa sighed, staring at the screen in front of him. “I made it to radiant, got called a virgin in the chat.” Yunho couldn’t hold back his laugh, “Well, you are.” was all he said and you just happened to round the corner with his order in that exact moment.

“I have a number 8 for Seonghwa?” you sang as you walked up to the two men. Seonghwa didn’t look away from his screen however, the one named Yunho had to tap him on the arm to get his attention.

“What?! Oh!” he finally turned to you, “T-thank you,” he said and took his tray after pushing his glasses up his nose. You bit your bottom lip, thinking maybe you shouldn’t drop the utensils on purpose like you had planned. He suddenly seemed more innocent to you than you had first thought, and possibly not at all interested. In your haste to give him his utensils however, they fell from your apron and onto the floor.

“Shit sorry!” You bent down and he quickly got up and bent down to help you. “It’s okay, I got it.” And just then the two of you reached for the same fork, fingers lightly touching. The two of you made eye contact and he turned red and darted his eyes. “Sorry, here.” He handed you the fork and your throat betrayed you as you gulped audibly.

“Thanks, I’ll go get some fresh ones.” you said as you stood up and bowed, hurrying off to talk to your friend about the all too familiar cliche that just happened between you and Seonghwa.

“I think I like him? Is that bad?” you asked your friend. She turned to you surprised, “Why would that be bad? You’re allowed to like him. And it’s not like it’d be the first time you liked one of our customers! You liked Chan.” She said with a giggle, reminding you of your past mistakes.

“Who?” you joked, still wishing those events were all just a fever dream. “Damn, F in the chat for him.” Your friend said with a laugh as you grabbed the supplies to start cleaning the bathrooms, beginning on closing tasks for the night. “Ugh, I hate having feelings! I’m going to go, clean something!”

Seonghwa had finished his food, seeing he didn’t have much time left on his session. He started getting his things together, mindlessly tuning in to some chit chat from the patron next to him.

“You do know why their name is Hoover right? Like the vacuum?” His ears went hot, knowing they were talking about you after hearing your café name. “I haven’t gotten one from them, but a couple of my friends have, said it was the best they’d ever had.” The two patrons laughed amongst themselves, beginning to call you some unsavory names.

“So they’re just giving them out that easy? Wow, what a fucking slut! You think maybe-“ the man was cut off suddenly as Seonghwa swung his bag right into his face.

“Oh my bad bro.” he said nonchalantly as the guy just rubbed the back of his head and turned away without a fuss.

He mulled over his thoughts about the situation, deciding not to go through with it as he texted Yunho.

“I’m way to scared to follow through with this, gonna wait in the car.”

He headed to the closest bathroom, finding out the door was locked after trying the handle. With a sigh he turned, heading to the other bathroom and opening the door. He stopped once he saw you, currently bent over the toilet with your ass facing him. He admired the way your ass cheeks peaked from the bottom of the tight denim. He felt himself stiffen, hurrying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

You mulled over the events in your head, feeling downright foolish for chasing after someone who clearly wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you. And that was fine, it’s not like you ever actually even cared about the people you’d hook up with, they were simply amusement for you when business was slow.

But you’d be lying if there wasn’t something about him that intrigued you. Was it just his looks? No, it couldn’t be just that. There were plenty of good looking people who came through the doors. So then what was it?

You wondered with a sigh and scrubbed at a particular spot in the toilet, bending over to get a better angle when you realized you weren’t alone.

“Oh!” you yelped upon seeing Seonghwa behind you. His large hands were currently covering his crotch and you quickly caught on to what was happening.

You watched him with the toilet scrubber in your hand as he tried to slyly cover the growing bulge in his pants. “Right sorry! Uhm I’ll just, uh-“ you put the brush away and grabbed the cleaning caddy, trying not to look in his direction as he seemed embarrassed enough.

After washing up you hurried to the front, ready to tell your friend what just happened and how dumb you had felt about everything, but you noticed her talking to the hottie that occupied almost all of her thoughts lately.

She laughed and lightly tapped him on the arm, you decided to approach without complaining, not wanting to ruin her good time.

“Hey!” Yunho said first, your plan to stay unnoticed now thwarted. “Hi,” you said simply and your friend turned to look at you, knowing something was up. “What’s this? Not saying anything snarky? What happened?” she asked as she approached, feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. “Are you sick?”

Yunho laughed at the two of you, “Is this that out of character for them?” Your friend turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest, “You kidding? This one never shuts their mouth! That’s how I know, so spill!” she said turning back to you.

You shifted your eyes between her and yunho, hoping she’d get the hint. But it seems Yunho knew more than he let on. “Is it about Seonghwa?” he asked holding back a laugh, “you’ve got him all hot and bothered you know.”

“Oh? That explains the boner but-“ you said with a hand on your chin. Your friend turned to you “What boner?!” she practically screamed out. “The one I just saw on Seonghwa, well the one he tried to hide but of course I’d know one from a mile away.” You sighed, deciding that your current endeavor to take him home that night was over. “He’s clearly not interested, so whatever.” You came to grips with the fact that you’d probably spend the night overstimulating yourself until your vibrator died.

Yunho nodded, “Actually I think you should go see if he needs a hand, or a mouth, I can guarantee he’s interested.” Your friend turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “So you’re co-signing with their shenanigans?” she asked walking over to him and leaning over the counter.

You watched as she kicked back her leg while she talked to him, they were sickeningly cute together. “For my friend’s sake? Yeah, he could stand to have some fun. I mean, we all can.” he smirked back at her and you took it as a sign and turned to head back to the bathroom. You were now newly determined to get your man the way she was getting hers.

“Who’s the blowjob bandit of Sip n’ Surf!?” your friend yelled some encouraging words as you walked off triumphantly. “Me!!!” you answered loudly and practically skipped to the bathroom, hoping Seonghwa would still be there.

You knocked on the bathroom door, seeing if he was ok. “Hey, are you alright in there?” You felt dumb for asking such a thing, of course he wasn’t alright! He was probably a sticky sweaty mess by now.

You were about to walk away when you heard the door unlock, his face peaking from a crack in the door. “I’m not,” the man before you looked absolutely disheveled. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his face flushed. “But you already knew that.” His voice was deeper than the last time you spoke to him, and he looked so much more attractive in this frenzied state.

Had he been trying to get off all this time? And to no avail it seemed from the distraught and unsatisfied looked on his face. “Well, is there anything I can do to help?”

Your voice was soft as you reached out to him. He took you by the wrist. “I sure hope so Hoover, you’re the reason I’m like this.” he said in an almost growl as he pulled you into the bathroom.

He quickly pinned you up against the door, his bulge brushing up against your thigh, your core stirring as you felt his breath on your ear. “Been staring at you all day, do you always dress like this?”

His hands moved to your hips and trailed down to the hem of your shorts where he attempted to slide his hands underneath despite how tight they were on you.

The sudden change in his personality was suffocating, but you got your bearings and tried calling his bluff playfully and ever the flirt.

“It depends really, but today something told me to go the extra mile, just in case someone as hot as you walked in.” You spoke against his plush lips, kissing them briefly before pulling away.

Your hands traveled into his unbuttoned pants and reached for his dick, your hand beginning to tug on him slowly. He hissed, moving a hand to brace himself on the wall, moving closer and moaning in your ear. “More, please.” he huffed out softly.

You got down on your knees so fast you were certain they’d be bruised by the time you stood up again. You wasted no time in taking his length into your mouth, your saliva dripping heavily as your mouth watered around him.

“Fuck!” he whisper yelled, taking a fistful of your hair in his free hand while the other gripped the wall for purchase. You looked up at him and pulled off, meeting his stare with a smile. You gently kissed the tip of his dick before taking it all back into your mouth.

The sounds that dripped from his mouth as he gripped your hair were downright heavenly. You met his eyes that were fixed on you, watching as you took him all the way into the back of your throat.

You held onto his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants, as you let him push your head further onto him. He held you there for a few seconds before realizing you needed to pull away. You inhaled deeply, his cum and your saliva dripping down your lips and chin.

You used both hands to grip and pump him as you worked on sucking his tip, both of his hands now going to brace himself on the door.

“God!” he huffed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Yes? I’m right here baby.” you mewled before moving to suck on his thick sack.

Just then your phone rang, but you were so fixated on pleasing the man before you that you absentmindedly answered it, slobbering loudly and breathing deep. “Huh? Oh, yeah everyone’s gone! Oh, what am I doing?”

You had answered your friend, who was checking in on the task she gave you of checking the back for any more customers. You remembered she had asked twice, the first time was before you started cleaning, the next was before you started performing like a damn Hoover vacuum on your new favorite conquest.

You took Seonghwa back into your mouth and he whined almost breathlessly. You put your phone down, your friend hanging up once they figured it out, and let your back hit the door.

“Come closer,” you beckoned and he moved in so close, his body pinned you against the door. He pumped his long dick in your warm, wet mouth just a little and he quickly busted his load down your throat. You moaned as he cried out, his moans almost as pretty as his current orgasm face was.

You swallowed all of him, letting him pull back and out of your mouth, but stopping him before he pulled out fully. You gripped gently on him and sucked on his tip, savoring the last drops of his cum before you finally pulled away.

“Nice dick.” you said and got up, a bit wobbly but he helped steady you. “Nice mouth.” he huffed and put his dick back in his pants. “What this ol’ thing?” you giggled and went to clean your face.

You watched as he stood behind you, awkwardly far and avoiding looking at you. “Uhm, can you not tell anyone about this? It’s a little embarrassing.”

Embarrassing? What a weird thing to say after he was just balls deep down your throat. You suddenly felt bad, almost ashamed and doubting yourself. You only ever did these things to have fun, and it never meant anything to you before. So why now? And with him?

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” you said as you dried your hands and watched him hurry out, not once looking back at you.

You sighed deeply and made your way to the front of the cafe, going on autopilot mode to get through the rest of your shift.

Seonghwa sat back next to Yunho, trying his best to not look like he just got his soul sucked out of him through his dick.

“Welcome back,” the taller of the two said with a smirk. Seonghwa tugged the straps of his backpack to tighten them and sighed, “Hello.” He said before pushing the mouse and keyboard aside and groaning loudly as he put his head down in his arms.

Yunho chuckled and patted his friend on his back, “There there,” he teased and went back to his game. Seonghwa sniffled as he thought about what just happened. “Bro, you crying?” Yunho asked as he pushed his friend.

Seonghwa sat up, “I’m pretty sure I just had my first blowjob?” he said, looking at his friend. Yunho nodded, “I heard!” he laughed as he turned to him.

“What do you mean you-?” Seonghwa questioned only for a second before realizing. “Holy shit did I black out?” he sat there questioning everything as Yunho just laughed hard at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that on my own, holy shit dude.” the man who just came down your throat said in praise and in a kind of relief having finally gotten that out of the way. “That good? Congrats! Did you return the favor?” Yunho asked as he leaned back in his chair.

“Uhm no, I just kinda left? Shit should I have- oh my god!” He held his face in his hands, a feeling of shame washing over him. “You just LEFT?! What the fuck is wrong with you I taught you better than that!” Yunho said, shaking him roughly.

You had told your friend about what happened, never keeping any juicy details from her. But she noticed you seemed upset, not at all smug like you usually were after sucking some good dick. You sighed, “Then he just left, said he was embarrassed. God I feel gross for the first time in a long time.” You huffed and headed to the back to finish on some desserts for tomorrow, not knowing your friend was about to send Yunho a very heated message.

“I felt embarrassed and I suddenly wanted to leave? I don’t know, god they must think I’m an asshole!” He said as he ran his fingers through his hair in distress. “No, you’re definitely an asshole!” Yunho responded and turned to the alert he got on his monitor. Seonghwa looked over and read the absolute ass reaming message she sent to Yunho. “Oh no!” the elder of the two said as he stood up, ready to hurry out. Yunho held him still, “No way I’m letting your awkwardness ruin this for the both of us, come the fuck on!” he advised and dragged his friend to the front.

Seonghwa walked up to the front with Yunho at his side, holding him close, afraid he’d run away if he hadn’t. “Hey is Hoover around?” Seonghwa asked after clearing his throat. Your friend crossed her arms over her chest, “Why?”

“Please i just want to apologize, I promise. I need to tell them something.” She raised an eyebrow at him and gestured for him to head back there, but not before giving him a stern look.

You felt a presence enter the kitchen and sighed, “That’s the last time I suck dick in the bathroom, too many horrible memories.” You said, already knowing he was behind you. “Sorry, let me explain-“ you ignored him however, focusing on stuffing the pastries in front of you with cream.

“I’ll have you know I never had someone tell me they were embarrassed of me, if that’s the case why’d you pull me in there?!” He moved closer trying to get a word in but you just continued.

“You seemed just fine stuffing your pretty cock down my throat, not to mention the noises you were making, sounding like a total degenerate and-“ you were currently stuffing a pastry with so much cream it was about to burst.

“I’m a virgin!” he blurted out and the pastry burst open, cream flowing out of it as you kept squeezing the piping bag.

You turned to him, “No fucking way?” you put the bag down and looked at him, finding the news incredibly unbelievable. “Yes way. Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked with a shy smile.

You put your arms out in his direction and moved them frantically, “UHM?! Cause you’re walking sex Seonghwa, excuse me if i find it hard to believe that a guy who looks like he just stepped out of an anime, isn’t getting laid every night.”

You noticed just how red and embarrassed he got from your words, so you finally stopped talking about his looks. You figured he must be a bit insecure, not knowing just how attractive he was. “But that doesn’t matter anyway! Virginity’s not real? Hey why’s it even a thing?” you spoke quickly, trying to help him feel at ease.

“I’m sorry, that I walked out like that, I probably hate myself more than you hate me right now.” You shook your head and took his hands in yours, “I don’t hate you, and uhm, thanks for actually taking the time to come and apologize.” His hands felt nice as you held them, his long fingers interlocking with yours.

“I still feel like shit, and your friend probably wants to kill me.” You turned away from him with a laugh, “She’s looking out for me, can you blame her?” You asked as you put the ruined pastry in the trash and took the tray of the good ones into the cooler.

You came back and gave him a kiss, his hands moving to grab your ass immediately. “Well, how was it?” you asked against his lips as he avoided your eyes. You took him by his cheeks and made him look at you as he answered.

“Really fucking good.” His voice was low as he moved in closer. You met his lips and draped your arms over his shoulders. “So, did you wanna-?” your voice being cut off by his before you could finish.

“Yes!” he practically screamed and turned to look out of the kitchen door, thinking someone heard him. “Uhm I mean, if you’re insinuating what I think you are then, yeah absolutely.” You just kissed him back, taking him by the hand and out of the kitchen.

The two of you grabbed your coats and you were about to look for your friend and let them know you were heading out with Seonghwa when something on the monitor caught your eye.

“Interesting!” was all you said and quickly sent her a text instead. Seonghwa looked at the screen and gasped, turning away with a red face.

“Make sure you don’t leave any of your guts behind after he finishes brutalizing you with those fingers, going home with Seonghwa, see you in the morning!”

The two of you headed out and made sure the door locked behind you before heading off into the bitter cold. You shivered and tightened your coat around you.

“Hmm? What happened to hoes don’t get cold?” he asked in jest as he pulled you closer to him. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Yunho may have mentioned something.” He answered the look you gave him, turning pink in the process. You laughed through chattering teeth, “Shut uuuuuup!” You cuddled closer to him as he walked the two of you to his car.

You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any hotter, that was until you watched him drive. He was talking about how it was actually Yunho’s car but him and his roommates all shared it when they needed to. You nodded along just watching his forearm and hands flex as he drove, the sudden thought of sucking his dick while he drove being the only thing on your mind.

You arrived at your apartment, and hurried inside, calling the elevator and kissing as the two of you waited. You could barely keep your hands to yourselves as you pushed him towards your front door. “Your lips are so perfect.” You said as you pulled away, suddenly taking your sweater off and moving back in to kiss him. “Here?!” he asked with hesitation. You stared at him, your breasts looking tantalizing in your bra,

“What? You embarrassed?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side. He remembered earlier and felt bad all over again, “Of course not.” He said and quickly undid his shirt. You splayed your hands over his toned chest and pushed the fabric off of him. “Sexy,” you said and finally unlocked the door.

“Believe it or not, you’re the first guy I’ve brought home, you should be honored.” you said as you pulled him in. He giggled, “I am, thank you.” He was going to get whatever he wanted from you if he kept up with that cute little giggle.

“Did you want something to drink?” you asked as he came up behind you. You placed your bag down on the kitchen counter as he wrapped his arms around you and leaned into your neck.

“Cant think of anything else but fucking you right now, if I’m being honest.” your knees buckled a bit, but you simply took his hands and moved them to grope your breasts.

He sighed against your ear and you turned to him. “You sound really hot when you say fuck, can you say it again?” you asked as you perked your ass up against him. He hesitated, suddenly put on the spot. You heard him swallow, “You’re gonna drive me crazy you know that? Fuck.” he growled and began nipping and kissing your neck.

You turned fully in his arms and met his plump lips. He seemed taken aback, but he took your lead and kissed you back. He was a bit clumsy at first, but got the hang of it quickly, learning from you and meeting your tongue with his. He must have practiced somehow cause the things he was doing with his tongue and teeth, biting your bottom lip after you’d come up for air had you thinking he probably wasn’t as pure and innocent as he led on. His hands didn’t stop exploring your form, “Hold on.” you said and took off your shorts.

“Can i make a request?” he said softly as he pushed you back against the counter once they were off. Your head was fuzzy, the wetness between your legs and the way your pussy ached for him was driving you crazy. “Of course.” you said and pulled him closer by the belt loops of his jeans.

He took his glasses off, his bare face finally exposed to you and he looked more gorgeous than ever. He placed his glasses down on the counter behind you and leaned in, caging you in his arms. “Can I, eat your pussy? Uhm, to make up for earlier?”

If the word fuck dripping from his mouth hadn’t already done something to you, hearing him say pussy in that very needy way would have sent you skyrocketing through the ceiling.

“That’s what I should’ve done instead of-“ you shut him up with a kiss and brought his hands to your waist “Lift me.” you said and he obliged, easily getting you to sit on the counter. “You’re okay with it?” you pulled him back roughly and kissed him hard, whimpering in the neediest way as you opened your legs for him,

“Please Seonghwa, shut the fuck up and get down there.” he smiled and got on his knees, pulling down your underwear after you shimmied out of them. He tossed them to the side and slotted himself between your legs, quickly and eagerly lapping up the mess that was already there.

He moaned deeply, your taste dancing on his tongue. He pulled you closer by your thighs, hooking your legs over his shoulders so he could plunge deeper into you.

That perfectly pointed nose of his teased your clit as he worked his tongue inside of you. You arched against him and whined, “No way you’re this good already, shit!” you tugged on his soft silver hair, your toes curling as he plunged his long fingers into you.

His other hand wrapped around your leg and played with your clit, his tongue and fingers from his other hand too busy inside of you. He had definitely practiced or researched this cause fuck, not even the experienced men you’d been with were this good and thorough.

“Seonghwa-“ you huffed out, feeling yourself about to come undone. He pulled away, looking at you with slicked lips and chin, quietly stuffing two fingers inside of you deeply and standing up to meet your lips in a messy kiss.

You moaned into his hot mouth, clenching down and cumming hard on his fingers after his onslaught on your spot. “I can feel you cumming?” his statement came out more like a question than a comment, something he probably didn’t know was even possible. You giggled against his lips at his cute curiosity.

“Wait until you feel it on your dick pretty boy.” you nipped at his bottom lip, before pulling away. He brought his fingers to his mouth and moaned in delight. His breathy moans as he sucked your slick off of his fingers sent a wave of pleasure to your core.

You moved in to kiss at the expanse of his neck, making sure to leave marks that would have his roommates questioning what exactly he got into that night.

Once he was done thoroughly sucking his fingers, you let him take off your bra and he brought his hands to cup your breasts, “This can’t be your first time touching someone’s tits can it?” you asked as he seemed to be laser focused on staring at them.

He licked his lips as he squeezed them, “And if i told you it was?” You went flush from his words and at the look he gave you, his thick eyebrows raising.

You held back a giggle, “Then I’d say I’m very honored,” you looked down at his hands, his fingers gently pinching your nipples now. “And so are they.” You brought your hands behind your back and swayed side to side so they jiggled as he held them.

“So fucking pretty,” he leaned down, about to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You choked and he looked up at you. “What? You okay?” he asked softly, worried he had done something wrong. “Yeah I’m fine, I’m just really sensitive there.” He smirked devilishly, “Yeah?” he asked as he pinched your nipples harder.

You gripped onto the counter, holding on for dear life as he brought his mouth to latch onto one of them. He sucked hard, using his tongue to tease your hardened nub. You arched against him all over again, your hands flying to his hair as he moved to suck on the other. The sensation caused you to get even more aroused, your pussy clenching over nothing. He used both hands to grip onto the supple soft skin, adjusting his mouth to suck on even more flesh.

“F-fuuuck!” you sighed, feeling yourself come undone in his grip, his tongue flattening against both of your nipples as he pushed your breasts together. He pulled away after seeing you fidget under him. You pushed him away slightly, “No way a virgin made me cum just from sucking on my tits, christ.” You huffed and he couldn’t help but smile with a red face.

You brought him to your bedroom and once inside, with the door wide fucking open, the two of you made quick work of the rest of his clothes. You crawled onto your bed and faced him, admiring the way he walked closer to you. “What?” he asked with a blush.

“You’re the hottest guy I’ve been with, I’m just admiring it before you’re gone.” you teased and moved to lay on your stomach. He moved closer to you, dick in hand but eyebrows furrowed. “Do you not want to see me again?” You eagerly took the dick he offered you into your mouth, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. You sucked his tip briefly and pulled away with an audible popping sound.

“I just mean later tonight when you’re gone, of course I wanna see you again” you sort of moaned the last word of your sentence, taking him back into your mouth and letting your saliva drip down like a waterfall.

He hissed, getting his bearings much faster than in the cafe bathroom where he was a whining mess. His touch on your head was soft as he looked down at you, his bottom lip going between his teeth. He took hold of your hair and used it as leverage to slowly grind against your face. you looked up at him and admired his fucked out look.

His brow was shining with sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead. He smirked at you and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and revealing just how gorgeous and chiseled his face was. He smiled wide and you clenched over nothing needing to feel him inside.

He’d have those moments where you questioned his experience cause of his striking duality. One minute he was asking innocent questions and sounding inexperienced and the next minute he was deep throating you while growling like a demon.

He pulled out of your mouth, your saliva dripping and connecting you to him in a sticky string. “How do you want it?” you asked as you moved to sit on your knees, pumping his slicked cock in both hands.

He rubbed the back of his head with a sigh. “Why don’t you decide?” he asked and brought you in for a kiss. You kissed sloppily for a few seconds before you pulled away.

“No way, it’s your first time, you decide!” He leaned in and kissed you again, bringing your arms to drape over his shoulders. “Okay then, what do you like most?”

You knew he was just trying to get you to pick, so you relented, thinking it’d be a better experience for him anyway. “Well, i like being on top but,” his hands roamed down your back, his nails just grazing your skin. “backshots drive me crazy.” you huffed against his lips, his hands moved to grip your ass tightly from your words.

He whimpered, “O-okay, let’s do that.” he stumbled over his words and you couldn’t help but giggle at his awkwardness.

You brought him onto the bed and went to your nightstand to grab a condom. You looked at him, then back in the drawer. “Hmmm.” you said out loud. You simply closed the drawer, “I need to get bigger ones, one sec.” you said leaving him on the bed, questioning his size as he looked down at his dick.

You were back within a few minutes, swiftly taking off the large shirt you had thrown on. “Where did you go?” he asked as you began unwrapping the condom. “My neighbors.” you said with a laugh and pulled the rubber onto him easily. He almost questioned you, but decided against it, realizing it probably wasn’t any of his business.

You kissed him before turning your ass to him and getting on your knees. You turned to look at him, “Oh sorry, do you not want to?” You felt slightly off, hoping you didn’t seem too eager or insensitive in a way. “No it’s not that I’m just, I was admiring the view.”

You playfully waved him off, “Really, I mean it you’re really pretty.” His voice was soft, his words sweet as he squeezed your rear. You turned to kiss him, feeling him slide his dick against your folds and slowly sliding into you.

His hands moved to either side of you, his arms caging you in. He sighed in your ear, slowly pulling out with a sigh and plunging back in hard. “Ah!” you yelped and he looked up at you, but you reassured him with a kiss. “It’s ok. I liked it Seonghwa, don’t stop.” you bit his bottom lip and turned, arching your back against him.

He went slowly, trying his best not to slip out of you. He started kissing your back, trailing sweet hot kisses down as he sat up on his knees, slapping your ass lightly. You yelped, more at his shocking duality from sweet to savage than the actual pain.

“Was that okay?” he asked rubbing the spot he hit. You nodded, “Harder next time.” you said and pushed back against him, beckoning him to keep fucking you as you clenched down on him. He moaned loudly, slapping your ass hard this time and finally picking up speed.

God you were so happy he had a nice long dick, you were drooling onto the bed at how nice and snug he fit. He was hitting your spot so perfectly, you couldn’t help but give him praise. “Yes, just like that, fuck!” you cried out, gripping the sheets. He took you by the waist, using his hold to fuck into you faster and harder, his peak nearing. “I don’t think I can-shit!” he huffed out, stuttering against you and cumming hard.

He immediately bent down, kissing your neck and cheek. “Fuck I’m so sorry, you felt too good.” You moved off of him, the look on his face defeated. “Don’t be sorry, just finish what you started.” you said as you pushed him onto his back. You moved so that your pussy was over his face and without asking he pulled you to sit on him.

His tongue danced inside of you, his big nose perfect against your sensitive clit as you rode him. You grabbed your breasts and teased your nipples as you sought your release. He was a sloppy and loud eater, moaning against you and slurping up all of your essence. it wasn’t long before you climaxed, bucking against his face and gripping his hair tight.

“Fuck, you’re really good at that, you should be proud.” you sighed and moved on wobbly knees to lay down. You watched him wipe his mouth, “Thanks,” he said with a giggle and moved to lay next to you.

The two of you kissed for a while before the usual game of needing versus wanting to leave started. “Uhm, did you want to stay the night?” you asked as you stood up, going to grab your phone from your purse. “If that’s okay with you?” he asked as he sloppily removed the condom. You nodded and took a sip from a nearby water bottle. “Cool, we can have breakfast at my neighbors in the morning.” You handed him the water bottle and he kind of frowned. “Oh don’t worry, I promise we’re just friends!”

You woke up with your pussy aching from the dream you had. Seonghwa had you tied up, overstimulating you over and over again until you were crying real, fat tears.

“Dear god I hope you’re still here.” You said as you reached out, feeling his exposed back. You nuzzled closer to him, kissing him gently, hoping he’d wake up soon.

He soon stirred awake, turning to you and immediately taking your lips. You felt his hardness against your thigh and opened your legs for him. “You sure?” He asked and you nodded, wrapping your legs around his skinny waist. He pushed his bare cock into you, the feeling of your warmth around him almost tempting him to stop.

“Seonghwa, go slow okay?” He looked at you and got his bearings, taking your hands in his and holding them above your head.

His pace was slow, his hips moving against you better than last night. So much so that you felt a familiar twist in your gut as the pleasure started to build. He moved to kiss and suck your neck, biting down when he felt you start to pulse around him. He growled at the sensations of your tight cunt, “That’s not helping, Hoover.”

You were taken aback by your cafe name being used outside of work. “It’s Y/n,” you said with a huff as he thrust back in hard. He smiled and kissed you, “Y/n, please hold back a little?” he asked and you relented, the sweet way he said your name earning him a pass.

The pace was nice and slow, feeling so good as he took it upon himself to pull you closer, starting to fuck you faster. His long dick hitting your g- spot with every thrust, causing you to grip onto his back and dig your nails into his skin.

“Fuck, don’t stop Seonghwa, please!” Your moans in his ears encouraged him, his moans following yours as he kept at it while meeting his sweaty brow with yours.

He was loud, his sighs and sweet moans filling your room, you were sure the next door neighbor heard everything. You giggled at the thought and pulled him closer for a kiss. “I’m so close baby.” you whined and he couldn’t be happier as he smiled against your lips, “Can I cum inside of you?” he asked nipping at your lips. “Yeah,” you said with a nod and leaned up so that you now sat on his lap.

You met his hips with yours as you rode him, his moans never stopping as the two of you were a sloppy needy mess. “Fuck!” you yelped out as you came, his still hard dick inside of you. You threw your head back and he attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting hard as he felt you constrict around him tightly. He soon came deep inside of you, kissing your neck and lips over and over as he slowly milked himself with your cunt.

You swallowed his moans in a kiss, letting him exhale afterwards, his eyes almost teary as he looked at you. His eyes were blown out and his lips parted, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“I think I’ve created a monster.” You teased and kissed his mouth, nose and then forehead. He hummed and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t want to get out, so warm.” he said with a whine.

The two of you cleaned up and you took something for your last minute decision, making sure he knew he didn’t do anything wrong when he watched you swallow the pill.

You threw on the loose shirt and some pajama shorts, handing him some for him to wear as well, telling him you loved wearing loose clothes to bed so he was lucky you even had something that fit.

The two of you hurried to your next door neighbors apartment and you knocked loudly. “Gee I really hope I’m not interrupting something!” You said as you waited, soon hearing them grumble behind the front door.

They opened the door and you were finally met with your friend and boss, damp from what looked like a very pleasant shower. “Hope the coffee’s on!” You chirped and walked in as Seonghwa hesitated slightly and followed once he was welcomed in.

You poured out two cups of coffee for you and Seonghwa and sat at the table, waiting for breakfast to be ready. “Your neighbor? Is?” he asked as he looked around. “Yeah, luckily she still had the condoms I got her, didn’t know I’d end up needing some.” You said looking at him with your chin resting on your hands, eyelashes fluttering at him.

He blushed and pushed his glasses up his nose in that cute way. “Shhh.” He said and you were about to scream about his big dick when Yunho walked out of the bathroom. The men simply stared at one another and gave a reassuring nod.

You all ended up helping with breakfast and were eating in no time. Yunho elbowed Seonghwa, silently asking about how it went with a look. Seonghwa hid his face but nodded and Yunho sighed a breath of relief. “Thank god.” He said out loud, looking over at your friend. “It’s not like we didn’t know, what with those loud ass moans.”

“Gasp! You heard us?!” you joked and moved to sit on Seonghwa’s lap. He hid his face in you neck. “Don’t be shy cutie.” You kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll tell you all about it if you want details?” Yunho went red and shook his head while your friend raised their hand. “Ok so once we-“

Seonghwa stopped you with a hand to your mouth. “Thanks for breakfast! Yunho come get the car keys later, I’m not going home anytime soon.” He said to his friend as he dragged you out of the apartment while you giggled the whole way back home.

A/N: hiiii i think this was my longest story at 9k 💀 uhmmmmmmmmm blame seonghwa haha 🤭 check out the companion fic here and see what happens with the bestie!

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