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smileysuh · 5 months ago

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aphrodisiac

🌙 starring. Mark Lee x afab!Reader I ft. Lee Donghyuck

🔮 preview. You kiss him softly at first, waiting to see how he reacts. Mark is frozen, but after a second, his hands pull you closer, his lips moving more urgently against your own. His tongue licks at you, and you open your mouth for him, accepting everything Mark is giving you on the dance floor. You hook your fingers in Mark’s belt, pulling his body flush to your own. He groans against your lips, deepening the kiss. It’s a struggle to breathe, a struggle to do anything but get lost in the demon hunter as he kisses you in a way you’ve never been kissed before. He tastes like rum, coke, and a deep longing that’s been brewing for much more than a week. His hands cradle you close, as if he never wants to let go, and you wonder for a moment if he’s wanted this for as many years as you have.

tw/cw. slight cnc (demon!Hyuck uses an aphrodisiac power to make reader and Mark fuck, but they've been into each other for years), weird voyeurism, weird demonic shows of dominance through dirty talk, dirty talk, breast worship, pussy worship, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism (fucking in a deserted alleyway), Mark has big dick energy in this, roughness, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, face riding, aphrodisiac assisted powerful orgasms, multiple reader orgasms, death, etc…

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.5k

🍭 aus. demon au, demon!Hyuck, demon hunter reader/Mark, childhood friends to semi-forced lovers, fake dating, hotel only has one bed, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. this is hella on the tame side of cnc since that's not generally something I've ever written, but I still wanted to include the warning since Hyuck uses his demonic powers to utilize the attraction Mark and reader have to each other to get them to fuck.

Prologue

Huddled with the two other girls enduring demon hunter training, your eyes are all fixed to the newest recruit. He’s small for a boy of his age, but it’s clear from the way he’s battering the test dummy that he has the physical endurance to excel.��

You’ve never seen a male train before, as generally the seasoned demon hunters take to training people of their own gender in their older age. Your current mentor, an older woman named Suki, has only ever taken on female pupils, until now.

“I know it’s not a regular occurrence,” she’d told you last week, “but my grandson needs to be trained, and I’m not sure I trust anyone else to do the job.”

While your study focuses primarily on speed, stamina, and quick sneak attacks, Mark Lee has done nothing but strength based work since he’s arrived. You’ve watched him hike up the mountain every day carrying heavier and heavier bags of sand.

If there’s one thing you can say for your mentor’s grandson, it’s that he’s got determination.

Mark pauses for a moment, adjusting his glasses and wiping sweat from his brow. Your friend next to you lets out a little gasp at the view, and the new demon hunter turns, his eyes locking with your own while the girls next to you dart to their hiding places.

He flashes you a tight lipped, polite smile, and then he gets back to his work, attacking the practice dummy with haphazard motions that you know he’ll hone over the next year or so he trains here.

Despite his cute, boyish charm, you can’t allow Mark Lee to shift your focus from what’s important. He’s on his path to becoming a demon hunter, and you’re on your own.

You can’t let a boy distract you from your calling.

One

Mark has grown up a lot in the years since you’ve last seen him. He’s much taller now, and broader, however his angular face and signature glasses remain the same as ever. You stand on the train platform, simply watching him for a moment, the way his eyes shift, the hand in his pocket where he likely has a demon blade.

Finally, after you’re done getting control of yourself, you call out his name, and his gaze immediately turns to you.

The polite, tight lipped smile he flashes brings you back to the first week you met him, and a moment later he’s approaching you to pull you in for a hug.

You can feel his body on yours now, and there’s muscle under the loose fabric of his hoodie, muscle that hadn’t been there before.

“Y/N,” he breathes, and you take in his own woodsy scent with a sigh of relief.

You can bring a mountain boy to the city, but you can never bring the mountain out of the boy.

“It’s good to see you,” you admit, pulling away from Mark, “even under the circumstances.”

He nods solemnly.

While neither of you are city hunters, you’ve been called to do your duty together based on your shared past. Couples have been going missing, and after two months and numerous disappearances, Suki had suggested you and Mark could work on the case together. She’d taken into consideration the fact that you’d trained as a team before, a mixed gendered pairing that’s rare in the demon hunting world.

Despite the ways in which you work well together, it’s not lost on either of you that this is going to be a job unlike any you’ve ever experienced before. You’re small town hunters, and this is a big city demon. Its class and abilities are unknown, but the one thing you’re certain of, is that it will be a hell of a lot more powerful than you’re used to.

It’s comforting to have Mark with you as the two of you leave the train station and grab a cab to go to the hotel you’ll be staying at, although, everywhere you look, the scent of lust and sin perfumes the city air.

Two

You let out a deep breath as you and Mark enter your shared hotel room. Without the exact details of how the demon is choosing its coupled prey, it had been decided that in order to evade any detection, the two of you would get a one bed suite.

With couples being the primary target for the demon you’re hunting, you and Mark will have to play the part of lovebirds to the best of your abilities.

“I’ll grab the couch,” Mark says, already heading over to the uncomfortable sofa with his duffle in hand. “We should get some dinner and then go to some of the clubs in the west side district where people have been going missing.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you agree, placing your small, travel sized suitcase on the bed. While the decoration of your bag is pink and girlie, the inside of it betrays your dark calling. You’ve brought multiple knives, holy water, and various cursed objects that have been designed to harm demons.

Under your array of weapons are a few evening dresses, and a makeup purse that Suki had given you.

“I’m going to shower and get ready,” you announce, already dreading the act of putting on lipstick and blush. You’re not used to dressing up for hunts, but this is a unique situation. You have to blend in with the pampered city folk, and you’ll be damned if you look anything less than authentic.

“I’ll catch a nap while you do that,” Mark sighs, already getting comfortable on the couch.

“Sleep in the bed, this will take an hour or so,” you instruct.

“Are you sure?” He blinks at you, removing his glasses and rubbing at his eyes.

“You need the rest, we both need to be in top shape if we’re going to do this right.”

Mark nods, moving to the bed. “We can do this.”

You’re not sure if he’s trying to convince you, or himself.

Three

Mark has always been awkward, and that trait has increased tenfold now that you’re in the city. His motions in the club are very robotic, and at times, he looks like an anxious kitten, his eyes shifting this way and that.

He’d refused your idea that you should have at least one drink to relax a little, and Mark sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the inebriated couples circulating the dance floor.

“This isn’t working,” you sigh, standing close to his side as you look out at the many people who would be better targets than you. “We have to appear sloppy and in love if we’re going to attract this demon’s attention.”

“I’m not good at being either of those things,” Mark sighs, shifting an inch away from you.

“Clearly.” You release a deep breath. “Mark, we don’t look like a couple. You hardly touch me, you move away from me when I get too close- we can’t do our job if things continue like this.”

Mark’s eyes meet your own, and you can tell you’re both thinking about the same thing. Other than being frequent partiers in this westside dance district, the targeted couples had one thing in common in reports and missing persons files, they’d all been truly, deeply, madly in love.

You’d scoured their social medias, gone through countless pictures of couples who couldn’t keep their hands off of one another- photos of lovebirds nestled together, the adoration practically oozing out of their eyes.

“Okay.” Mark nods to himself. “Okay, I can do this.”

His hand smoothly glides along the small of your back, and when he reaches your hip, he tugs you closer.

“That’s better,” you grin, leaning against his shoulder. “We’re more convincing already.”

“I’m just uh… not used to this.”

“Used to what?”

“Being close to uh…” He clears his throat. “Being close to cute girls.”

Demon hunting is a fairly solitary life, and you understand where Mark is coming from. When your life span is uncertain, it’s difficult to give your heart to someone else, especially when you’ve already given yourself to your cause.

Mark’s own parents had been demon hunters, two wayward souls who’d somehow found each other in the midst of everything. They’d lost their lives just before his grandmother Suki had adopted him and trained him to continue their legacy.

Relationships aren’t unheard of in the demon hunting world, but they often end in sadness, the kind of sadness that you’ve seen Mark carry around on his shoulders since you were both young.

“You can be as close to me as you want Mark,” you tell him, “we can do this, together.”

Four

You’ve been in the city for a week, already another couple has gone missing. With each night, you can feel the tensions rising, Mark is getting more and more used to being close to you, and the close proximity to the cute demon hunter is helping your own lovebird charade.

He doesn’t hesitate at the club now, he simply grabs your hand and wordlessly pulls you onto the dance floor. It’s become clear with the recent missing persons case that while the demon is going after couples who frequent clubs, he doesn’t attack at the clubs.

While you’re still on high alert, the club is a safe place- to a point. It’s obvious the demon is using clubs to find his next targets, but in the sanctity of a roaring crowd of dancing drunks, you can allow yourself to relax just a smidge.

You and Mark have been touchy, and every graze of his fingers across your skin is lighting a fire deep in your belly. His eyes look into yours, and you’ve found yourself getting lost in the dark pools below his glasses.

He really is a handsome guy.

You’d had a crush on him when you’d first met him, but all the girls you’d trained with felt that way about Mark Lee. He’d been bait lowered into a piranha’s nest, much like you both are now.

You can feel his breath on your face as you get close to him, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, hands skimming his strong back. His own fingers dance along your waist, keeping you close as people shuffle behind you.

It must be after one am, and you’ve been at this for hours. As time ticks by, you can feel the tensions rising. You’re both getting a little stir crazy, neither of you have fought a demon in a week, and living together has begun to feel almost too good.

At the same time, there’s the feeling of failure now that another couple has gone missing, and as small town demon hunters who always get their mark, failure is not something either of you are accustomed to.

Taking a deep breath, you lean forward, ghosting your lips past his ear. “Kiss me,” you tell him, pulling away to look into his eyes.

Mark gazes at you for a moment, you can see confusion written across his face. Then he looks down at your mouth. Your heart lurches into your throat from the motion, and you give him a small nod, a go ahead with your plan.

You watch Mark’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and you nuzzle against his warm palm, looking up at him with bated breath.

There’s a swarm of people dancing around you, but for a moment, it feels like it’s just you and Mark. You’re locked in on the look of him, the experience of being here with Mark Lee of all people.

He leans in slowly, pausing with just a hair’s breath between your lips. His eyes search yours, and you’re the one who finally closes the last of the distance.

You kiss him softly at first, waiting to see how he reacts. Mark is frozen, but after a second, his hands pull you closer, his lips moving more urgently against your own. His tongue licks at you, and you open your mouth for him, accepting everything Mark is giving you on the dance floor.

You hook your fingers in Mark’s belt, pulling his body flush to your own. He groans against your lips, deepening the kiss. It’s a struggle to breathe, a struggle to do anything but get lost in the demon hunter as he kisses you in a way you’ve never been kissed before. He tastes like rum, coke, and a deep longing that’s been brewing for much more than a week. His hands cradle you close, as if he never wants to let go, and you wonder for a moment if he’s wanted this for as many years as you have.

Mark pulls away abruptly, pressing his forehead to your own. He’s panting, and you’ve found yourself at a loss for breath too. It’s a wordless connection, the two of you clutching each other while you get your bearings.

Finally, Mark swallows. “The club closes soon,” he mutters. “We should uh, we should get going.”

“Yeah.” You nod, stepping back slightly and running a hand through your hair to ground yourself.

Mark grabs your hand, and he begins to pull you off the dance floor. If you haven’t looked like a couple in love for the past week, you’re sure you do now. Your skin feels hot where Mark’s touching you, and your heart is racing as fast as it had during training when you’d climbed the mountain every day.

There’s a dull ache between your thighs, one you try to ignore as Mark takes you outside. The two of you assess party stragglers hanging out in the alley behind the bar, and suddenly, Mark is pushing you up against the brick wall there, pressing his lips to yours again.

You grab at his shirt, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of him. He kisses you like a man who’s been starved, and you suppose you both have been unsatiated in a way, for far too many years.

Mark’s lips move to your throat and you throw your head back, tangling your fingers through his soft dark hair. “For good measure,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe before pulling back.

His expression is unreadable as he looks at you. You’re still pinned to the wall, and your chest is heaving with the effort of trying to calm down after he’d just kissed your breath away.

“Good idea,” you mumble, giving him a curt nod.

“Let’s go home,” Mark says, grabbing your hand to pull you down the alley.

There are busier streets you could be walking- busier streets that a normal person would feel more comfortable using at a time like this, but you and Mark are looking for trouble, and as you make your way down a secluded alleyway ten blocks from your hotel, trouble finds you.

“It’s quite the show you two have put on for me this week,” a voice rings out, and you immediately whip around to look at the man crouched on the fire escape one level up. You know the moment you see him that this is the demon you’ve been hunting. Although he looks quite human in the dim light of the alleyway, there’s an aura about him that feels wrong, dangerous. “Two little demon hunters out to catch a big bad. That’s very sexy.”

Mark’s hand flies to his belt, where his knife is hidden, but the demon lets out a low whistle that makes him falter.

“You won’t be needing that,” the demon announces. “After all, the aphrodesiac should be kicking in any moment.”

Your blood runs cold, and realization washes over you.

“Your little girlfriend has figured it out,” the demon clicks his tongue. “Have you?”

Mark’s gaze shifts to your own, and your pulse races at the brief eye contact, your pussy throbbing-

“I’m Hyuck, and I’m the demon who likes to eat my prey… after watching them fuck.”

“Shit-” Mark mutters, his hand beginning to shake by his hidden blade.

“Just be grateful you’ll die after having sex,” Hyuck coos. “Something tells me the two of you have never fucked. I’ve been watching you all week. Bet you thought you were very convincing, pretending to be a couple and everything. Had your first kiss tonight, didn’t you? It’s cute.” The demon taps his fingers along the fire escape, standing up and looking down at you. “Cute that you ever thought the two of you could be a match for me.”

You try to grab your own blade, but your hands won’t cooperate. You’re overtaken by a need- if you’re not tearing Mark’s clothes off, you don’t want to touch anything at all. Your mind is still focused on the mission, but your body simply won’t do what you want it to do… except, you really want to jump Mark’s bones.

“If it’s any consolation, my aphrodisiac power only works on people who are already into each other. You can fuck without worrying that the other isn’t into it, and since it’s your last night on Earth, you might as well enjoy it… if you can.” Hyuck cocks his head to the side. “Guessing this isn’t the way you wanted your first time with your pretty little girlfriend to go, but, all’s fair in love, war, and demon hell spawns.”

You and Mark are still frozen, and you’re trying your best not to move a muscle, because you’re pretty sure if you do, you’ll all but launch yourself at Mark.

It’s a struggle to even speak, but you manage to say his name. “Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“What do we do?”

Neither of you were prepared for this. A demon who can use sexual energy to force his prey to fuck, then devour them when they’re spent from a climax- this isn’t something you have any training for, and your mind is doing its best to figure this out despite the cloud of lust that’s threatening to overtake you.

“I-” Mark releases a groan. “I don’t know.”

“Struggle all you want, but it won’t matter,” the demon chuckles. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you. I bet she tastes wonderful, Markie, look at those kissable lips.”

Mark takes a step toward you, and his muscles quiver at the effort of holding himself back.

“Don’t you want to touch her?” Hyuck continues. “I know I would.”

“You’ll never touch her!” Mark snarls.

“I think you should eat her before I do,” the demon grins.

Mark swallows thickly, his eyes meeting yours. He’s breathing heavily, and you find yourself panting at your own restraint.

“Mark-” your voice cracks.

“We can do this,” Mark tells you. “We can kill him.”

“Mark-” you say, more firmly this time. “Just…” Your strength breaks, and you throw yourself at your friend, wrapping your arms tightly around him. Your lips ghost past his ear, and you whisper, “Fuck me, I have a plan.”

He turns his head as you begin to kiss his neck, his whole body shaking- and then he breaks too. His arms wrap around your body and he slams you against the wall, his mouth meeting yours in a fiery clash of tongues and teeth.

“There we go,” the demon whistles. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You’re hardly listening to the demon at this point, you’re consumed with an insatiable need for the man who has you pinned to the brick wall at your back. Mark is grinding against you, and you can feel his cock throbbing in his jeans.

You can’t help but move your hand down to cup him, and Mark groans deeply, his teeth biting at your bottom lip. He’s panting hard, and his breath tickles your throat as his lips move down to your breasts. His tongue trails along your collarbone, and he grabs one of your boobs, kneading the flesh there.

You gasp at how good it feels, squeezing him harder through his jeans. “Fuck-” Mark groans, roughly tugging your shirt and bra down. His mouth latches onto your nipple, and you release a whine of pleasure, throwing your head back.

Opening your eyes, you look up at the demon. He’s leaning over the rail, watching you and Mark with a lazy smile. To your utter disgust, Hyuck winks at you, and you avert your gaze, trying to focus on Mark.

Logistically speaking, the demon is probably banking on you and Mark using all your stamina in a lust fueled haze- you’d bet anything that this is about to be the most powerful orgasm of your life, and if you can just get there quick enough, hopefully you’ll have enough energy left over to kill the demon before he can kill you.

Although, your body is already sore from holding yourself off when the aphrodisiac had kicked in, so this might be a long shot- but it’s the only one you have, and you’ll be damned if you die just minutes after fucking Mark Lee.

“Take your jeans off,” you tell Mark, voice gruff.

“Nuh uh uh,” the demon clicks his tongue. “I said I wanted loverboy to get a taste of you first. I don’t like repeating myself.”

Fuck.

Mark’s already sinking to his knees, pushing your skirt up roughly and tearing your panties off. He looks up at you, and you can see there’s fear in his eyes. It’s obvious that he’s not acting out of his own accord now- the demon has completely consumed him with his lust, and it’s the most you can do to nod reassuringly. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “It’s okay, I want this.”

Sure, you want Mark to eat you out, but you’d never in your wildest dreams imagined it would be like this.

If you make it through tonight, you promise yourself that you’ll have a do over.

You just need to make it through tonight.

“Take her knife sheath off,” the demon instructs next, and you flinch when Mark tears the holster off your thigh, tossing it to the side.

Mark’s breath is hot on your wet pussy, and as you lift your leg to put it over his shoulder, you’re careful to survey the alleyway to see where your knife has landed.

Mark dives into your pussy, his tongue lapping at the sensitive bud, and you release a loud moan of pleasure. Your hands find his hair, keeping him where you want him while you begin to grind against his face.

“Tell him he’s doing good,” the demon instructs. “He deserves a few nice things before he dies.”

You swallow thickly, looking down at Mark. “You’re doing good,” you whisper, your voice shaky.

He groans in response, his tongue pushing into your wet hole and flicking at your walls.

“Fuck-” you whimper. “My clit-”

“Suck on her clit, pretty boy,” the demon calls, releasing a mischievous chuckle that has your toes curling in annoyance and hatred. It’s almost a form of beratement, the way he’s talking to the soft boy between your thighs, and it fills your heart with vitriol.

Mark’s wet lips suction around your clit, and he sucks lewdly. Pleasure jolts through your body, a kind of pleasure you’ve never experienced before. When you close your eyes, your mind goes numb, body entirely consumed by the feeling.

You’re not sure if this is the aphrodisiac at work, the long years you’ve wanted this, or if Mark’s just extremely good at eating a girl out.

“I’m close,” you whisper, tightening your grip on Mark’s hair. You don’t want him to move away, but your body also won’t allow him to. Mark could die between your thighs from suffocation right here and now, and you’re pretty sure you’d be powerless to stop it.

Mark moans again, his hands squeezing your thighs. You look down at him, your eyes meeting, and that’s all it takes for you to explode on his tongue. “Fuck!” you scream, writhing in his grasp- now it’s Mark’s turn not to let you get away.

Your orgasm is completely all consuming, every single muscle feels like it’s contracting, your skin flaring with a heat that rivals hell fire. You’re gasping, clutching at Mark’s curls, unable to do anything except for experience a high unlike that which you’ve ever dreamed of.

It feels longer too- like you’ve been suspended on cloud nine for minutes before Mark finally lets up. Then, he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He undoes his belt in record time, pulling his cock out-

“Pick me up,” you tell him, legs feeling like jelly… although, your mind feels clearer than before.

You need to conserve energy, and if you continue to stand like this, you’ll never be able to kill Hyuck.

It’s all too easy for your strength based demon hunting counterpart to lift you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his hips as he pushes his cock into you.

Your lips meet as he sheaths himself deep in your pussy, your still quaking walls struggling to accommodate his impressive length. You’re a whimpering mess as he pins you to the wall, and he’s releasing low groans of his own that turn you on even more.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it drives you wild, your fingers tearing at his hair and shoulders for an anchor as he begins to fuck you.

Mark’s heart is thundering in his ribcage, and you can feel it where your chests are pressed together. You break the kiss, hoping to give him some breathing room since he’s now taking the bulk of the effort. Your lips find his throat, and you try to calm down, inhaling deeply through your nose, focusing on the smell of the mountain and your memories of training.

The demon has been too quiet, so you open your eyes to find out where he is.

He’s come down from the fire escape, and he’s crouched on a dumpster just bellow the ladder, watching you intently.

You close your eyes again, focusing on Mark. He feels so good- working your pussy open with each rough thrust. His hands are steady on your thighs, keeping you up and pinned to the wall- his strength is so sexy, and your pussy throbs while you think about it.

Mark releases a groan, fingers twitching.

“Looks like loverboy might not last much longer,” the demon muses. “That’s a shame for you both.”

“Mark, I want to ride you,” you announce. “Wanna ride you when you cum.”

“Not just a pillow princess, are you, pretty little thing?” Hyuck grins.

“Let me ride you,” you say, more forcefully this time.

Mark releases a groan. “But this feels so good-”

“Mark,” you hiss. “Let me ride you!”

With a grunt, Mark pulls out of you, and he’s quick to drag you down onto the alleyway pavement.

He has the wherewithal to spread his jacket open so your knees don’t hit gravel as you mount him, lifting your skirt higher on your hips and sinking down onto his cock with a whine.

You sit there for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. Mark’s hands find your waist, and you rest yours over his own, giving him a squeeze.

He begins to bounce you on his cock, taking some of the strain off of your thighs. You brace your palms on his chest, maneuvering yourself so it’s the least strenuous position.

You’re so wet you can hear an audible slicklike smack with each thrust onto his cock. In this position, he’s hitting even deeper- and it takes all your mental control to not get completely lost in Mark this time.

You’re aware of your knife, a meter away, and the demon, who’s gotten even closer now, his eyes fixed on the meeting of you and Mark’s bodies.

“If we don’t-” Mark swallows thickly. “If we don’t make it out of this, I… I love you.”

Your heart practically bursts out of your chest at the innocent way Mark’s looking up at you even while balls deep in your pussy.

“I-” your voice cracks. “I love you too.”

“I a confession of first love- this is definitely going to satiate my sweet tooth,” Hyuck practically purrs. He’s now only two meters away, and caught in the raptures of his aphrodisiac, there’s nothing you can do about it- not yet at least.

“I’m close,” Mark tells you, drawing your attention back.

“Not until she cums too, loverboy,” the demon tuts.

Mark’s thumb finds your clit as you ride him, and your muscles scream at you as they begin to tense again, readying you for another Earth shattering orgasm.

“Fuck, Mark-” you groan.

You close your eyes, focusing on your breath and conserving your energy even while you ride him-

Each stroke of his thumb along your sensitive bud has you closer and closer, your thighs quivering desperately, your abdominal muscles clenching tighter and tighter-

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish your sentence as your high slams into you.

You throw your head back, releasing a sinful moan as your entire body surges with that same all consuming white hot energy as before. Your skin tingles like you’ve been hit by lightening- and just below you, you hear Mark let out a groan of his own-

Now that you’ve cum twice, you feel as cognizant as ever, but it still takes all of your willpower to jump off of Mark as his own orgasm takes over. You can’t focus on him right now, and you dive for your knife, latching onto the hilt with shaky fingers.

You’d been trained for stamina and stealth, but your primary weapon of choice, has always been knives.

It takes a substantial amount of energy for you to even get to the blade, let alone still your body enough to release a breath and let the knife soar out of your hand, somersaulting in the air in something like slow motion toward the demon, who is as shocked as you are that you’d somehow overcome his aphrodisiac.

Before Hyuck can even dodge it, the knife lands in his chest. His stunned eyes find the blade impaling him, then turn to you for a moment, a moment later his body begins to melt, turning into a sludgy ashed mass on the alleyway pavement.

You release a breath before collapsing to the ground.

There’s gravel pressing to your cheek, but you don’t even care. You’re overcome with exhaustion, an exhaustion unlike anything you’ve ever felt, and Suki used to make you climb the mountain three times every morning back during training.

“Y/N?” Mark calls your name.

“He’s dead,” you announce, breathing heavily.

“You did it,” Mark says, and although he’s too exhausted for much animation, you can hear the relief in his tone.

“We did it,” you tell him.

You’d relied on his strength while fucking to conserve your energy for one throw of your knife at the very end of it, one semi-calculated move that had just saved your lives.

The two of you simply lay there for a few minutes, regaining your composure as the last of the demon’s aphrodisiac effects wear off.

Finally, you sit up. Your legs are weak as you fix your skirt, covering your thighs and your dripping pussy. You lay down next to Mark, too shy to look at the cum that’s staining his shirt.

You hate that you had to jump off of him at the moment of his release- and you can tell from the pink flush of his skin that he’s embarrassed about it too.

“It’s over,” you whisper, reaching for his hand.

Mark squeezes your fingers, but he stays quiet.

You don’t say anything else, and when you’re both able to stand, the two of you head back to the hotel.

Five

“Hi,” you say softly, watching Mark exit the bathroom, his hair wet from his shower. “How did you sleep?”

“Slept like a rock,” he responds. “You?”

“Same. Last night was exhausting.” In fact, your entire body aches.

“Guess we’ll both be going home today,” Mark sighs.

“Guess so…” You look at your suitcase, you’d taken the liberty of packing it while Mark was in the shower. “I think… I think I might go visit Suki.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” you nod. “After this one, I think I’d like to rest for a week, get my strength back up… not to mention a bit of a mental wellness check.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Mark agrees. “Maybe… maybe I should do that too.”

“You’re not needed back in your usual town to kill demons?” you grin.

“They can spare me a week if your town can spare you. I think we both deserve a rest after this one.”

“Should we book train tickets then?” you suggest, your heart warming at the idea of a small rest vacation with the demon hunter.

Mark nods, and you appreciate the soft smile that forms on his lips. “Let’s go back to the mountain.”

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You’re lost in your own little world as you begin the trail up the mountain. The hot spring is only a short walk away, and you cling your towel tight to your body to protect yourself from the cool summer air. It’s always been cold here, but you know that as soon as you get in the water, you’ll feel a lot better.

The trees are like solitary soldiers, standing guard as you make your way up a path that you’ve walked a thousand times. Each tree root and rock is familiar, and you can feel the tension in your body relaxing already.

The smell of pine and rich earth is a comfort, and you take care to enjoy every moment of reprieve.

Suki had mentioned that Mark had left for a hike a short time before you’d awoken. You’re not expecting to see him until lunch. Solace will be pleasant after the ordeal you’d just faced, and you’ve been spending a lot of time soul searching in the past two days since you’d arrived at the mountain.

While the aphrodisiac powers the demon utilized had provided the right thing at the wrong moment, part of you still feels dirty, and you want to wash away the feeling of alleyway gravel indented into your skin.

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GUYS WAHT IF NOAH MEETS MIKU (random ahh idea i came up w/) Miku was rushed btw i CARE ABOUT NOAH MORE THAN MIKU 👹

Stoopy oneshot!!: (the slanted and orange text is Noah btw, this is my first time at doin oneshots!! Idk)

The Chris McLean building!!(workplace)

Noah was doing the host's orders like normal, getting diabolical sugary coffee for his boss, making sure the interns are NOT slacking off, testing the challenges for the next gen campers(victims), feeding the exotic animals(dangerous), all the hard stuff!!

BUT what the brainiac didn't expect was getting his phone CRACKED just because he accidentally slipped!? AND meeting a rando that emerged from his phone, color pallete looking like cotton candy?!?(Including her whole figure seeming transparent as well, is he going cuckcoo like Izzy now?)

"WHAT THE FUCK WHO ARE YOU?!!" He scrambled to stand up, getting his pen from his pockets to point at the random girl, while she just waved at him like they were friends. "Who does she think she is??"

He calmed down after a few minutes, putting the pen back in his pocket, then looking at his cracked phone on the ground, sighed, "At least it still looks functional..." Noah grabbed his phone, pocketed it, then looked at the girl, "Hey, what's your name. You clearly aren't an employee here."

She smiled and introduced herself bubbly, "My Name is Hatsune Miku! And-" Then started giving information about herself too much, that just drains Noah's social battery. He rolled his eyes, then grabbed her arm leading her to the exit, while Miku just kept on rambling about herself.

Noah then thought to himself while leading her to the doors."Can she just stop her spewing... Though, it's alright i guess, since Owen influenced me to just listen. Plus they kind of both have the same extrovert-ness." His mind drifted to his best friend, wondering if he's probably eating or busy with Izzy and Eva.

The 'shining' exit doors was now in his peripheral vision, so he stopped dragging her, "There. Now shoo, this environment is dangerous." He pushed her to the door, turning around to do his one remaining order from the maniac(Chris McLean).

But she grabbed his arm "Wait!! Can you come to my concert? I promise it'll be worth it!" She rambled to him on why it would 'be worth it' to come to her concert, while he just rolled his eyes(for the nth time) "seems that running her mouth is apart of one of her talents."

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Tbh that was kinda eh, also might be some spellin mistakes, but like i don't rlly know how to write that well tho, i have this dum SWEET NO DEATH (game by Arcadekitten /i forgor) fanfic on Wattpad called Hypnosis it's a au, u can check it out if ya want!!! 😋 BAAIIIIIIII‼️‼️

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My AO3 Wrapped: Drarry Recs

This year I’ve embraced a change of pace and read way less than I intended to. This made me feel a bit disconnected from fandom but also allowed me to put this list together in record time so let’s not complain too much 😂 this is shorter and lacking my usual commentary but I didn’t want to break the tradition of sharing my fave reads of the year! Be it for their creativity or peak romance, these 16 amazing fics made my heart beat faster and got me even more in love with Drarry. I’ve read most of them in the first half of the year and it was interesting to see so many fics over 40k, as my usual sweet spot is 10k - 20k. I love the mix of tropes featured here and am very excited to rec authors I’m reading for the first time. ps: I haven’t included any Erised fics since the fest is still ongoing.

Thank you dear creators for sharing so many brilliant works with us this year! 2023 wasn’t my best year fandom-wise, but life has been so generous in other areas that I can’t help but feel humbled today. I wish everyone a lovely start to the new year! As always, please mind the tags and take some time to shower these authors with the appreciation they deserve. Oh, and stay tuned for a rare pair list sometime soon ;)

🍆 Snug by @moonflower-rose (E, 6k)

8th year | touch-starved Harry | soft cock kink

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

🧩 Muscle Memory by @corvuscrowned (E, 8k)

curse breaking | partners to lovers | memory magic

There's something just beneath the surface, just at the periphery of Harry's mind. They've been here before — they've done this before. If only he could remember it.

👹 draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

odd jobs | D/s undertones | open ending

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

🏰 the earth from a distance by spqr (E, 15k)

time travel | Wizarding history | only one bed

“Well,” Harry said gamely, once they’d managed to find the Leaky Cauldron – still under construction but mercifully open for business – and he’d turned up a few knuts from his pockets, enough to get them a room for the night, “it could be worse.”

🎚️ O Come, All Ye Faithful by @toomuchplor (E, 20k)

vicar Draco | established relationship | Church of England

Aunt Petunia died, that was what began everything. Or rather, Aunt Petunia was dying. In the act of dying. In which Draco finds faith in the church, and Harry finds faith in Draco.

🎄 Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

shop owner Draco | summer romance | light angst

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🚬 Sun Thief by @floydig and BlackRose532 (E, 28k)

slice of life | fast sexual burn | dark humour

It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs.

🍷 Winner Takes It All by @skeptiquewrites (E, 41k)

break up make up | down & out Draco | hurt/comfort

As with all his friends’ wagers, it starts small. Fifty Galleons for one kiss from Harry Potter is easily done.

🏖️ LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k)

Draco in the Muggle World | pining Harry | recreational drug use

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

🫃Shine On, You Crazy Diamond by @lagerloutfic (E, 42k)

fwb to lovers | gay awakening (Harry) | mpreg (Draco)

Harry has probably always wanted Draco, it just took him a few years to figure that out. A story about the joy of discovering exactly who you are and how easy it can be once you do.

🚣‍♀️ Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (E, 46k)

rowing AU | enemies to lovers | university setting

Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.

🧶 Polar Night/Midnight Sun by @toomuchplor (E, 54k)

cabin fic | wintery vibes | only one bed

Harry travels to arctic Norway on the trail of dragon egg poachers, only to find he's been assigned to work alongside the only NorMagPol Auror north of sixty: one Draco Malfoy.

🎩 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

holiday fic | fake relationship | mutual pining

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed.

👮🏻‍♂️Rookie Moves + Again And More So by peu_a_peu (E, 75k)

auror partners | slow burn | humour

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

🖼️ where all the veins meet by @saxamophone (E, 146k)

sad bois | Grimmauld Place | found family | 8th year

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

📼 Always Already by @aibidil (E, 170k)

time travel | forced proximity | mutual pining

Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.

#ao3 wrapped 2023 #drarry #Sitp faves

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-- warmth; sirius black, james potter, remus lupin x reader (separately) wherein one is in desperate need of warmth during the cold days in hogwarts

cw: fluff!! pining sirius, established relationship for james and remus

[ the first draft for this didn't save even though it was ready for publishing so like 👹👹. originally full scenarios, idk what to call this format, i just wanted to post these already 😭😭 i'll get around to editing it eventually 😭 ]

masterlist | rules

[ sirius black ]

it was at a point in your blossoming relationship that you two were still getting to know each other and your boundaries together.

sirius found you in the common room, cursing the gap in your window that allowed a cold draft of wind to enter your room and almost freeze you over.

you explained that to him while he sat in the armchair across from you, thinking of a few solutions for your predicament of feeling cold.

"galleon for your thoughts?" sirius pulls out the coin from his pocket, holding it out to me.

i laugh softly, taking from him and toying with the gold lump, "i just feel a little cold," i shrug.

"cold?" he echoes, "would you like more blankets?"

i shake my head, "i'd feel suffocated rather than warm under layers and layers of blankets,"

"i can stoke the fire for you,"

"i'd have to move closer to the fire to feel the warmth, and merlin knows i might accidentally burn something " i sigh, sinking into the sofa.

"warming spell?" sirius leans forward in his seat.

"it'd feel too hot after a while,"

sirius sits in contemplation for a while before he looks at you with a look that spelled out mischief.

he stands up and tells you to scoot over.

you would ask a few times why, and he wouldn't entertain your question.

"nothing terrible," he would say, and there was no stopping the grin on his lips when you make space for him.

sirius opens his arms as soon as he sits down and it takes a lot for him to not burst out laughing when he sees your face.

"i'm confused," *i say, looking sirius up and down in slight amusement.

"i am ready and willing to cuddle you for warmth,"

you laugh softly, a fond smile on your lips as he reassures you that he'll only do it if you were comfortable with it.

so you settle in his arms, a comfortablr silence filling the room.

"i think i could actually get used to this," *i yawn, snuggling closer to him, head resting on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

i feel him smile against my hair, gently rubbing my back.

"me too darling, me too,"

[ james potter ]

a darling of a man, really.

he reminded you to grab your gloves before you left for class and, obviously, you still forgot them.

on your date around the grounds, he notices how you keep your hands in your pockets, fidgeting around with something inside them.

"you forgot them, didn't you?"

i smile sheepishly with a nod, looking down at my boots and murmuring and apology.

"hey, hey, it's alright love," james says reassuringly, holding my cold hands in between his gloved ones and kissing my knuckles and the tip of my nose.

"i know, it's just," i sigh in frustration, "you reminded me and i still forgot,"

james smiles and kisses your forehead.

"it's gives me the perfect opportunity to do this..."

"to do what?"

you barely have time to brace yourself before he smirks mischievously, scooping you up in his arms.

"james!" i squeal.

"bear hug!" the brunette laughs out loud, twirling me around in the air, our laughter filling the air.

he pepper kisses all over your face when he puts you back on the ground, your knees shaky from how hard you were laughing.

"better?" "a lot better," "good,"

with his hand holding yours, he guides you to the kitchens to get you cookies and hot chocolate.

"you mean so you can get cookies," i say accusingly with a teasing smile.

james laughs heartily, "i mean so you, my little love, can warm up properly,"

[ remus lupin ]

you were waiting for him over in the courtyard, bouncing on the balls of your heels and waiting for him to show up so you could walk to your next class together.

remus arrived after a while, taking your gloved hand in his so he could lead you to your next class.

halfway through the journey, you start jumping to get your blood pumping to at least get a little warm.

"i feel cold, so very cold," i explain to remus with a shudder, and there's a guilty look in his eyes.

"don't you dare blame yourself," i frown, kissing his cheek to calm him down, "it is not your fault, i've always been sensitive to the cold rem,"

he has plenty of ideas, and he is more than capable of casting a warming spell.

but remus john lupin is also a romantic so he takes off his scarf and wraps it around you.

then he undos his oversized robes and you almost yell at him, but he wraps them around you while he still wore the robes. remus' arms are firm around me as he keeps me warm.

"was this your best idea?" i quip teasingly, wrapping my arms around him and laying my head against his chest.

remus is extremely warm, and it's comforting.

"the most effective," remus nods, very serious before he chuckles, rubbing his nose against mine in a penguin kiss that has me giggling.

after standing around for a whille, wrapped up in remus, i remind him that we had a class to attend.

"right," he sighs heavily, reluctantly pulling away, "but we are very much going to cuddle again later to share body warmth like penguins, yes?"

#hp imagine #hp fluff #hp x reader #james potter x reader #james x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #marauders fluff #marauders imagine #marauders x reader

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globaloppaaa · 1 year ago

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helllloooo!!!!!! I read your matthew and taerae things and they are super cute <33 I was wondering if you could do something similar for yujin? 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

ahh i’m so glad you like them!! thinking of making it a series for the rest of the guys but let me know if that’s something you guys would like!!

yujin things ₊˚🖇️ ✩ ₊˚ 🎧 ⊹

warnings: yujin is aged up in this writing, as i don’t feel the most comfortable writing for/about minors. still, there is no nsfw or suggestive content in this request. some swears are also included.

- is naturally so cute ?? this isn’t something new however yujin’s the kind of guy that just finds purity and sweetness in everything he comes across. ice cream, balloons, confetti, it makes him 100x more endearing because cuteness is his natural aesthetic.

- privately or with close friends though? he’s such a little shit

- will gaslight as much as he needs to get what he wants (which he doesn’t ask for often), but neither you nor the boys can resist him because he does that shy, “feel bad for me” look that’s gets you all worked up.

- CANNOT SIT STILL FOR ONE SECOND omfg- he’s finding all different kinds of ways to take “sitting down” to the next level. he’ll be rolling across the room in your office chair, bouncing on the couch head first, probably kicking his feet against your headboard…or stove..

- gets real up close and personal to your face at the most random moments. you could be sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone and- oh, there’s yujins nose in your business again.

- i’m taking ab these 😑

- on more than just a physical level, this man is always down to know what is going on with your life. pretends to seem uninterested until he finds time alone with you each weekend, where he’ll outright beg for the most recent drama.

- is always prepared, especially when it comes to things you not only need, but might simply want in the moment. forgot a pen? he keeps a few of yours in the front pocket of his bag. thirsty? he’ll drop a juice box at your side out of the blue and you’re left to wonder where the hell he got that from.

- the guy that will never leave you dehydrated, because he keeps a water drinking app on his phone to track you. he likes to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, because not seeing you at your best means yujin isn’t fully at his best either.

“ahhh but if you have this soda we can’t meet your goal for today! 😲”

“FINE, i’ll order a water please. 👹”

- if your female identifying, he also has an app to track your cycle. actually, this man has an app for everything about you, even a personal mood journal, where he can document what you said, did, and how you reacted. yujin loves his apps, and yujin also looooves to take care of you.

- not huge on pda, but he gets a little thrill from small acts of affection that are almost impossible to notice. holding pinkies, tying shoelaces, or zipping up your jacket really make him feel like a daredevil >:)

- calls you noona, doesn’t care if you’re older or younger than him. it’s a natural part of the relationship at this point and you just gotta deal with it. if there’s quite a big age gap between you two he’ll call you noona-baby and it doesn’t make much sense, but when it’s coming from his sweet voice you really can’t complain. 😵‍💫💗

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March 5th

Third March 5th🎀🫶

I dont really know what to put here for this one lmao just prepare yourself for the ending🤫 oh also there’s some smut so be warned👹👹

Third March 5th:

My phone vibrated in my pocket and my heart raced at the sound. I’d been sitting in my living room for hours, waiting and waiting for David to knock on my front door but the hours were passing and he wasn't anywhere in sight. I didnt recognise the number calling but then again, we’d deleted each other’s numbers. It was March 5th, it had to be him.

My heart sunk.

Please let him just be late. Please don't let him be calling me because he isnt coming today.

My thumb slid answer and I nervously brought the phone up to my ear, “Hello?”

I instantly recognised David’s sigh from the other side of the phone, “Hey.”

It wasnt the desperate, happy greeting I was hoping to hear. He didnt sound panicked that he was late, he sounded like he was just sitting on a bed somewhere without a care in the world.

“Where are you?” I uttered the dreaded question.

“New York,” the sadness in my exhale was audible, “I’m so sorry.”

The silence grew thick in the air between us and I tried to act normal, “Is everything okay?”

He didnt answer immediately and when he did his voice faltered, “I dont even know how to say this but...do you remember my roommate? Danny? He...uh..he was in a wreck two days ago.”

My hand instantly flew to my mouth, “Oh my god is he okay?”

More silence, “He um...no, he didnt make it.”

I was unable to respond to that sentence, I had no useful words at all. I didnt know how to console David over the phone and I didnt know Danny well enough to express sadness.

“I dont think I’m going to make it any time soon-”

“Stop its okay, I’m so sorry David,” he still cared about showing up even after one of his best friends had died. Sadness etched into my features as my grip on the phone shook.

“This is killing me,” his voice was barely a whisper, “Ill see you next year. I promise.”

“I’ll be fine David, please dont feel bad...I understand.”

Silence hung in the air between us until he sighed, “Goodbye.”

The line disconnected before I could reply and tears began to blur my vsision. I was crushed. I was an asshole because I wanted to convince myself I was crying over Danny but truthfully, I was crying for completely selfish reasons. Realising how pathetic I am, I began to cry even harder.

David slowly opened the door and stilled, blinking twice as if unsure I was really there.

“I wouldve called first,” I looked down nervously, “But I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He opened his mouth to speak but I held up my hand to stop him, “I lied, I’m sorry. I’m not here to make sure youre okay because I know youre not okay. It was just the thought of not seeing you today and having to wait another year that gutted me and....”

He stepped forward and pressed his lips against mine, sad and yet sure. I sighed against the familiar press of his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me as though he couldnt believe I was real, like he couldnt believe I’d bought a ticket just to see him for one day.

He continued to kiss me and pulled me into his apartment, one arm around my waist as though he was afraid I was going to vanish. He closed his bedroom door behind us and pulled me in for a long hug. I closed my eyes and kept my head pressed against his shoulder. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my head and the other secured at my back – I couldve stayed here all night if he wanted.

He kissed the top of my head then placed his hands on either side of my face, tilting it up to look at him, “I cant believe youre here.”

His eyes were red as though he’d been crying and I quietly asked, “How did it happen?”

“He was on his way back from work when his car slipped off the road,” his voice trembled slightly and I squeezed his hand, “Vi’s been in pieces as you can imagine. She’s pregnant.”

I couldnt help but gasp and he nodded, “I know its shit luck. They’re supposed to be celebrating their anniversary this weekend.”

“How far along is she?” I sat down on the bed and he lay down next to me.

“She’s due in November.”

The blonde girl from last year paused in the doorway, cocking her head to the side in confusion, “Do I know you?”

“We met briefly last year,” I blushed in embarrassment at the memory and the corner of David’s lip lifted.

“Well I’m Vi,” she shook my hand and looked back at David, “I’ll be expecting you to fill me in on all the details of this tomorrow.”

“You bet,” David replied and when she shut the door, he glanced at me with a glint in his eye, “Not a chance.”

I laughed quietly and David reached for the lamp at his bedside. There was a look in his eye that made my lips curl up slightly, and before I knew what was happening, David grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up without hesitation. He threw it somewhere behind him and his eyes read every curve of my body, and he released a shaky breath.

His lips were moist and his tongue was rough and apologetic and my back arched against his touch. He pulled me flush against him but I pulled back in hesitancy.

“David....,” I looked up at him, “I’m worried you’re only doing this to distract yourself from what happened to Danny. I mean, I’ll go through with it but-”

He shook his head fiercely, “I’m not doing this as a distraction. I’m doing this because I want to do this with you, here in this bed. I’ve been thinking about it for nearly 364 days.”

His eyes darkened as he slid his body over me, caging me in with his arms. I could feel him hard against me and I nearly whimpered at the idea of being with him. I’d also been thinking about this moment a lot longer than I shouldve.

He brushed his thumb over my lips, “I want to be your only. Your first and last. I want you to promise I’ll be able to hear your voice tomorroe and every day that follows.”

I nodded in agreeance, “I promise.”

“I’m serious, I want your phone number and youre adres and everything before you leave tomorrow.”

“You can have it,” I grinned, “You can have everything.”

My fingers dragged up his jawline until I cupped his face, “What are you waiting for?”

“To wake up, I think,” he dragged in a raspy breath and kissed my neck, “I’m dreaming right?”

I shook my head just as his hips moved against me. A moan escaped my lips and his kisses against my neck grew wilder.

“Definately dreaming,” he murmured against my skinand touched his tongue against my skin, dragging it up to my throat before kissing me again.

He lined himself up in front of me but still didnt push inside, continuting to tease and touch my skin whilst I grew hotter with need and anticipation. He dragged his lips against mine and as soon as I opened my mouth to say something, he pushed himself deep inside of me. He covered my moan in a kiss and a burst of pain and pleasure burst within me – he was bigger than I’d expected, he could hardly fit as my back arched. The perfection of how we fit together made the pain a mere inconvenience however.

“God youre so fucking tight,” he groaned as his eyes fluttered ever so slightly, “Its perfect.”

It was beautiful. David was beautiful. And somehow, with the way he was staring down at me I felt as though I was beautiful. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he thrusted into me once more, claiming my mouth with his whilst squeezing my hand tight. Pleasure like no other shot through my core as his thrusts grew deeper and more frequent. The sound of our bodies smacking together and the bed hitting the wall echoed throughout the room but neither of us seemed to care. My thighs were already dripping and a low sound at the back of his throat groaned as he pushed us both closer towards the edge.

“David,” I whimpered as he pressed our interlocked hands into the mattress. His other hand hooked under my legs and pulled them up over his shoulders so that he had a better angle. Thrusting into me and perfectly hitting my g spot, I let out a loud moan and shoved my face into the pillow beside me to keep quiet. His breathing grew ragged as he grabbed my hips and pulled meet him impossibly closer. I’d never been so filled and I knew I wouldnt be able to walk straight for days after this.

My nails dragged down his back and his head tipped back with a mix of pleasure and pain. I could feel an orgasm building up in my stomach and he pounded into me faster and harder, watching me intently for the moment I released.

David thrusted once more and I felt myself coming undone beneath him. He spilled himself inside of me and it dripped out onto my thighs, soaking me and the bed sheets beneath us. I squeezed my eyes shut as he buried his face into my hair, trying to catch his breath. His skin was hot and gleaning with a thin layer of sweat and I ran my hands through the dark locks of his hair.

We lay there for a few minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath and calming down after such an intense experience. He ran his nose along my jawline until his lips were at my ear,

“I dont want to say goodbye tomorrow morning.”

I breathed in slowly, “You have my number to call me.”

“Every single day?”

“I’ll be mad if you dont.”

“Twice a day?”

I laughed and he added, “Can I see you every day?”

I shook my head because that one was kind of impossible, “That’ll be expensive.”

“Not if I live in the same house as you.”

I stilled and a smile engulfed his face, “I’m thinking about selling my apartment. Violet’s got her own place and the only reason I stay here is because of my job. But i shouldnt have to put the company above you. I could still work there from afar it would just be a bit more difficult. But im ready for that challenge.”

I couldnt believe we were both having this conversation. As much as I knew we needed to talk about it without sex clouding our minds, i couldnt think of anything I wanted more than to see him every day. To have him as part of my life.

He was serious. He actually wanted to move to Chicago and I couldnt think of single reason as to why he couldnt.

I nodded slowly and a smile transformed his entire face. His hand reached up to trace my jaw and his thumb brushed over my lips.

I grinned, ”You’re going to need a jacket.”

I walked into David’s kitchen to see Vi sitting on the counter, her green eyes reflecting in the sunlight streaming through the window. David was still asleep and I hadnt wanted to interrupt his rest when he looked so peaceful.

“Hey,” Vi smiled and nodded towards the toaster, “Do you want any?”

“Oh that’d be great,” I smiled and took a seat next to her.

“So you’re the girl David meets up with once a year?”

I nodded, happy to hear David talked about me when I wasnt there, “Yeah its kind of a tradition.”

“How long are you planning on doing that? For the rest of your lives?”

“Until I’m twenty three.”

Her head cocked to the side, “Why?”

“Its the age my mother decided I’d be mature enough to have a serious relationship with somebody.”

“Ah,” she smiled and looked down at her hands, “Davids a great guy. He’s been so helpful recently with Danny and everything....,” her smile faded and she quickly added, “And he’s a great boss.”

“Oh I remember.”

“I dont know if he’s told you but he’s doing greater than he’s ever done at work,” she smiled proudly, “He’s earning more, enjoying it more, its going well.”

Doing greater than he’s ever done? And he’d give it all up to move to Chicago with me?

“How is he?”

My head snapped to hers, “David?”

She nodded, “I havent really interacted with anyone, I know its selfish because I’m not the only one hurting but-”

I squeezed her hand reassuringly, “He’s okay. He understands Vi.”

She wiped away a tear, “I just feel bad that i havent even thought about how he’s hurting. And now he’s stuck with a girl who’s about to have a baby, and the last thing I want is for him to feel obliged to help me...and I cant move back to me and Danny’s place its so quiet and lonely there,” she pressed her fists to her eyes, “I dont know what to do. I don’t want to burden anyone, but I’m scared I can’t do this on my own.”

I wrapped my arms around Vi as she began to cry into my shirt.

“Vi?” We both looked up to see David standing in the doorway with a distraught look on his face. Vi starts crying even harder and he was instantly at her side.

“You’ll be fine,” he spoke softly, “promise me you’ll let us help you.”

She nods and wipes her tears away fiercely I cant watch her cry anymore. I'm on the verge of tears myself just knowing how scared she is. I rush up the stairs and back into David’s bedroom, where I can gather my thoughts. So many things are running through my head, most of them fears. I'm afraid he's making a decision out of haste. I'm afraid if I tell him how much I wish he would move to Chicago, he would actually do it, and it's obvious Vi. Not to mention the possibilities he'd lose by giving up his job. If we just up and end our arrangement in the middle without continuing to meet up on March 5th, I’d break my promise to my mother and commit before I turn 23

I know two years is a long time for us to wait, but those two years could make a huge difference in his success.I didn’t want to be the reason he quit, Years from now, he'd look back on tonight and hed wonder if he made the wrong choice. If maybe our lives would have still turned out the same and we would still end up together, but by waiting two years, he also would have met his work goals.

He's made such a huge difference in my life. More than he'll ever know. If it weren't for him, I don't think I would have ever regained my confidence. Just having him in my life one day a year has had such a positive effect on me, I'd hate myself if I did the exact opposite for him.

And none of that includes what just transpired over the last ten minutes. There's no way he can move to Chicago when his family needs him now more than ever. Vi is going to need him here way more than I need him in Chicago. I refuse to be the one to convince him to leave her at a time like this.

I grab my phone and call for a cab before I change my mind.

David walked around the corner to meet me and I gasped, clutching a hand to my heart.

"You scared me," I took the last step. "How is she?"

He glance down the hallway toward Vi’s bedroom. "Better,"

I took two more steps, toward the front door this time. David finally noticed the purse around my shoulder and the shoes on my feet. I was prepared to leave.

I put my weight on one foot, “earlier…”

"Please don't change your mind." He interrupted.

I winced looking to the right to hold back my tears. I didn’t want to hurt David but it was best for us both if I left. David rushed towards me and grabbed both of my hands.

“Please. We can do this. Maybe I can't move right away, but I will. Things just need to settle around here first."

I squeezed his hands and sighed, “Vi says you’re doing great at work.”

He realised where this was going, “I don’t care about my job, it doesn’t matter-“

A stream of light strolls across the walls, and I glances back to see my cab waiting.

“Please," he begged, “Just give me your phone number, at least. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll figure it out then, okay?" He tried to to keep his voice soothing and hopeful, but i noticed the panic building in his chest.

"It's been an emotional couple of days, David. It's not fair of me to let you make this kind of decision right now." I pressed my lips to his cheek and then turned for the front door. He followed behind me as I reached the cab and I could feel my heart breaking with each step I took. Why couldn’t he make this easier?

"I would never forgive myself if I didn't encourage you to follow your dreams like you encouraged me to follow mine. Please don't ask me to be the reason you give them up. It isn't fair."

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into his neck. He held me right and I could feel how much he needed me to stay but I couldn’t. I opened the door to the cab but hesitated.

"I'll come here next year," I promised. "I want to meet Vi’s baby. We'll meet at the restaurant again, okay? Same time, same place?"

He shook his head and shut the cab door, refusing to let me in.

“ You can't just agree to love me, and then take in back because you think it's not what's best for me. That's not how this works."

I leaned against the cab and crossed my arms over my chest. My eyes were focused on the ground but I could feel his stare.

“David” my voice was barely a whisper, “You don't need to be in Chicago. You need to be here. I'll just be a distraction, It's only two more years.If we're meant to be together, two years is nothing."

He laughed but it was short and humorless. "Meant to be together? Are you listening to yourself? This isn't one of your fairy tales, This is real life, and in the real world you have to bust your ass for the happy ever after!"

He gripped the nape of his neck and took a step away from me, trying to collect his frustration but it was pouring out of him.

“When you find love, you take it. You grab it with both hands and you do everything in your power not to let it go. You can't just walk away from it and expect it to linger until you're ready for it." The pain was etched into his face and my eyes began to tear. The moment we shared in his room meant more to me than he’d ever know but he was looking at me like I was a traitor.

I glanced at the cab and he stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders, “Don’t walk away from this.”

My shoulders dropped with a sigh and I shook my head softly, “Im not walking away from this. I'm not doing anything we didn't agree to the first day we met. I'm the one sticking to the rules, here. We agreed on five years. And yes, we had a little hiccup upstairs where we almost caved and_"

"A hiccup?" He pointed to the house. "Did you just refer to us agreeing to start a relationship as a . . . hiccup?"

He gripped my face until his fingers were wrapped around the nape of my neck. He brush his thumbs across my cheeks and encouraged me to look up at him. David touched me softly and I swallowed back the lump in my throat.

"I don't care about work. All I care about is you. Being with you every day. Seeing you every day, I'm no finished falling in love with you yet. But if you don't want to finish falling in love with me, then you need to tell me right now. Do you want me to be a part of your life on more than just March 5th? If you say no, I'll turn around and walk right back inside that house and things can go back to how they were before you showed up here yesterday. I'll continue working and we'll meet up next year. But if you say yes . .. if you tell me you want to spend every single day on the calendar this year falling in love with me, then I'm going to kiss you. And I'll spend every day after today proving to you that you made the right choice."

His hands remained firm on my face and my eyes remained firm on hers. I could hardly breathe. A tear slowly rolled down my cheek as I shook my head no.

“You can’t-“

"Yes or no, That's all I want to hear."

His eyes were so pleading and I hated that I was the one breaking his heart but I had no choice.

"You need to be here for your family this year. You know that as well as I do. The last thing we need is a relationship over a cell phone. And that's exactly what will happen, because we'll spend every spare second wanting to talk to each other instead of focusing on our goals. We'll alter everything just to be together, and it shouldn't be that way. Not yet. We need to finish what we-“

“Yes or no.” He lowered himself until he was eye level with me and I couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

“Go back inside,” I hated how weak I sounded and I hated the tears that escaped my eyes.

David stepped back and I quickly climbed into the car before I could change my mind. I rolled down my window but he wasn’t looking at me, instead staring at the ground with a distant look in his eye.

"The one thing I want more than anything is for the whole world to live with you,” he could hear the tears in my voice. "But I have to do what you did for me the day we met. You let me go. You encouraged me to go. And I want the same for you. I want you to follow your passion instead of your heart."

The cab began to back away, and for a split second he looked as though he was debating chasing after me - like he did on the plane all those years ago. But he stood still and swallowed hard, realising my decision was set.

“Fuck!” He cursed at the empty street as the cab backed away. Tears blurred my vision as I left his apartment yet again on March 6th, certain I’d never see David Aames again.

#fanfic #tom cruise #david aames #vanilla sky #march 5 #romance

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possumsarenice · 1 year ago

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Hello! This is for the TMNT Au/Iteration game I have a few questions, so feel free to answer the ones you like :)

🏙️ What is the main setting of your au? 🧫 Were your turtles mutated intentionally or on accident? 🐢 Are your turtles different species? 🐱 Do any of your characters have pets? 👹 Are there yokai/supernaturals in this universe?

Ok so, quick note about my iteration that I probably should’ve said earlier is that the premise is “I saw the idea of Turtles Forever and said ‘Bet.’”

A Mikey, a Donnie, a Raph, a Leo, and a few of their allies all end of in a strange place in between universes. All of them brought there by the main villains of this story. And while they usually could handle this pretty well, there’s a twist that makes things difficult. Each turtle is from a different universe and they’re all strangers to each other. Going to make things more complicated, each one is the leader in their own respective world. So different universes will have different answers but I will mainly talk about the group while they’re in a different dimension and only talk about their own respective worlds when necessary. However you can send other ask and specify a universe if you want

🏙️ The setting is a pocket in-between world called Synthetic New York. It’s a mashup of various New Yorks from across the multiverse. While each member has a place they recognize, there are also places from other iterations like Albearto’s from Rise and the docks from 2012. However, something if… off. Not exactly with the locations, but Synthetic New York itself. It almost feels… idk

🧫 This is where the premise makes this question a little funky as each turtle has a different origin story so I’ll have to say which one is which. (Note: This iteration is still a WIP, and this is liable to change) Raph (accident), Leo (thinks it was an accident, but was actually intentional), Donnie (accident), Mikey (intentional)

🐢 Hard yes, they’re from different universes. But in their own respective universes, Leo’s brothers are all different species. Mikey’s origin is weirder then most so while his siblings are the same species, a hybrid of various species, they hybrids differently (no I will not explain spoilers shhhh)

🐱 Raph has a pet named Shelly. She’s a cat mutant. Her mutant is just her getting mixed with those tortoise species who live for 100+ years. Other than 100+ years of live thing, she’s a normal cat

👹 In Raph and Leo’s worlds, yes absolutely. Leo even uses magic (even though he’s horrible at it) and grew up in a Hidden City like place. Raph doesn’t use magic, but does fight some magical foes

#my tmnt iteration #now spell answer

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lunarsun12 · 1 year ago

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Operation Boom

More Episodes -> Masterlist

Summary:

Niki took the time in explaining why he got bullied to his three new friends (well pity friends). he sent a text to help him get his revenge! Whilist Niki and his gang were busy planning. Poor San, finally found his doll napper but he has bad feeling, but no one believes him thinking he is still shock of the truth about Shiba (which he definitely is over it).

Whilst Niki and San were busy annoying their friends and family. Jake decided to leak some information to media, as he has enough of the SunSun behaviour towards Niki.

Will Niki be able to succeed?

DISCLAIMER

This does not represent the idols real persona and is exaggerated for entertainment purpose. They are non idols in this storyline

10:00am

Niki👹: Thank you all for helping me TT

Beomgyu🐶: I felt bad as no one deserves to get bullied like that

Taehyun🤓: It makes mr haechan look like a saint. That right I heard about the story

Heuningkai🐧: That not me and gyu brightest moment

Niki👹: Any ideas how can I get my revenge?

Beomgyu🐶: Hmmm just take away their most prized possessions

Niki👹: Haven’t you not be listening to me since yesterday my cousins are rich. They can easily get new ones oh wait…

Taehyun🤓: If only you can bomb their house-

Niki👹: I CAN BOMB THEIR SEASIDE HOUSE

Niki👹: They always brag about they always get a suntan in their villa

Heuningkai🐧: They have a villa? How many houses do they have

Niki👹: I think one of them has 6 houses their papa own this app

Heuningkai🐧: That a lot of houses our appa only gives us $10 and that so we don’t got hungry

Beomgyu🐻: $10 I receive like $50 when I use my special power *winks*

Taehyun🤓: You guys get that much I always receive $200

Heuningkai🐧: THAT NOT FAIR I WANT MONEY

Beomgyu🐻: Why do the favourite always get so much money TT

Niki👹: Hello? Stop bickering about your pocket money and help me

Niki👹: Plus I get $1000 from my uncles so hah!

Beomgyu🐻: Since you a rich just buy some bombs and sneak into their house and plant somek

Niki👹: If I can sneak in I wouldn’t be here talking to you idiots…I mean my friends

Niki👹: Their security is top notch

Taehyun🤓: Wow this is embarrassing, why do I see some dumb idiots dancing to bite me

Niki👹: By any chance one is very tall

Taehyun🤓: Yeah and he is somehow is arguing I think his brother. About inheritance money

Beomgyu🐻: Those wannabe idols it’s like they are enhyphen

Heuningkai🐧: I much prefer txt they are awesome. Apparently I look like Heuningkai

Beomgyu🐻: You two look nothing a like

Niki👹: They are my cousins the main target. I don’t care about doggy cousin he seems cool

Niki👹: How did you managed to hack into the security system?

Taehyun🤓: I was bored and it looks fun and then saw these two people dancing

Niki👹: Well can you possibly hack in their security cams tonight and I sneak in plant the bombs

Taehyun🤓: What in it for me?

Niki👹: I buy anything you want after my revenge

Taehyun🤓: You got yourself a deal

Back at the Ateez chat

San🐱: WHERE IS EOMMA AND APPA

Yunho🐶: San it’s not okay to kill them. Wooyoung tried many many times

Wooyoung🦊: They shouldn’t have made me do the washing up

San🐱: EOMMMMMA AND APPAAAAA

Seonghwa🧹: San what is it? Are you okay about what happened with Shiba?

San🐱: I am over Shiba now. I think someone is plotting murder

Seonghwa🧹: Wooyoung and Jongho. Yes Jongho I heard you practicing your evil laugh. Which one of you two is plotting it?

Wooyoung🦊: It’s not me! Like I said last week Yunho won’t stop asking help for his club move. As he want to surprise mingi

Yunho🐶: Surprise Mingi no more

Jongho🐻: I am busy practicing my musical

San🐱: IT NOT OUR SIBLINGS

San🐱: I met some kid called Niki he helped me out over my Shiba crisis but then you never guess what who I found..

San🐱: I FOUND THE SHIBA NAPPER. HE IS CALLED HEUNINGKAI

Yeosang🍗: That the guy I saw. I knew he looked familiar

Mingi🦄: Detective mingi is here!!

Yunho🐶: Mingi there is no crime here-

San🐱: THERE IS A CRIME I CAN SMELL IT

Seonghwa🧹: San how about we go out on a nice walk. You really need it

Back at some random chat

Jake😎: Hello is this, Deobi media?

Sunwoo⭐️: Yes this is Deobi media how can I help you?

Jake😎: I have some important information about some serious allegations

Sunwoo⭐️: Kid can’t you see I am very busy. It bad enough I have to write an apology letter to the nursing home. As my colleague Eric stole an elderly lady

Jake😎: Who steals elderly ladies?

Jake😎: You wouldn’t want to miss it. It related to engene corporations run by uncle Jay

Sunwoo⭐️: I’m listening send me the stuff and I see what I can do!

Sunwoo⭐️: Also if ever see you a blonde dude asking where the bathroom is! Please drop me a message!

Back at Jake and Heeseung Private chat

Jake😎: This teach them a lesson to bully people

Heesung🦌: You always do the right things

Heesung🦌: Finally I can receive the company is originally rightfully mine

Jake😎: Appa, just give it up. How about you buy me a dog and live a happy life

Heesung🦌: Son you don’t get it. You will one day and fine you can get a dog

Jake😎: APPA Did you get that text?

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flavaflavbutitznyork · 3 years ago

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📱11H Persona Ruler(s) Persona Chart📢

📱If you're 11H has a co-ruler you can check it's persona chart as well but mainly focus on it's ancient ruler first IMO this also is focused strongly around friendships

📱You're 11h rulers ASC is likely what your friends assumed you we're like before befriending you for me it was my friends saying how I was seemingly so pure & innocent UNTIL I revealed my true authenticity👹 this could apply to societies view of you before you express yourself & if there's a planet(s) in your 1h this is possibly how your friends thought you expressed yourself after knowing you for ex: Aries Rising 23 degrees with Jupiter 1h before you're freinds met you they thought you were a chaotic b*tch but after they commuinicated & befriended you they might see you currently as a lit person who loves to party but still could act up due to rowdy behavior.

📱You're 2h for you're 11h persona chart(s) might be how you sound when talking with people & how you view your own self-worth, your possessions etc. ex: lets say your 2h ruler is leo & your 11h persona chart(s) sun sign is virgo they might see you as a person who loves to get there point across & very talkative & is not afraid of an open discussion esp if aspecting Mars the degree of you're 2nd house is how you sound to them if yours is at 20 degrees you might be more quiet but if somebody has provoked you then some verbal intensity could come out.

📱You're 3h 11h persona chart could be how they think of your reputation & friends at school & view your siblings, you're mindset & the things you say for ex: let's say Saturn is in that 3h you're school friends & youre siblings could have really dry humor & might see what you have to say as bland or mean but moving the 11h persona's 3h ruler in the chart might show the class you may excell at to them & society.

📱The 4h being how they view your roots obviously the degree of your IC is the degree of your MC & that degree could be what you seem like publically having Sun there might mean they assume you're childhood was simple & your parents positive if it's opposed your MC they might think that you're positive self-expression stayed with you & if your MC ruler is 7 they may think your childhood had a lot to do with beauty & being fair & publically you may seem relaxed or quiet this house for your 4h 11h persona shows the placements of friends that treat you like family

📱5H THE HOUSE that shows IMO 👏YOUR👏Best👏friends👏 the types of friends you want & have the most fun with this could also show what you're community & friends find fun about you for ex: let's say your 5h has venus in it you probably feel like you deserve aesthetically pleasing friends in your life lets say your 5h ruler is mercury then these same friends might be good company & somebody you would like to have a strong connection with verbally the degree could be how you & your friends are seen since it's also your 11h degree & how you react when hanging out

📱6H this shows likely how you are around you're friends the degree is how you act with them for ex: let's say your 5h degree is 21 degree's of capricorn as soon as they visit your crazy, saying the most out-of-pocket roasts to some of you're friends lets say uranus is there to & you start behaving like your tripping everytime they've said "hi" this could also show what you're co-workers think of you when a friends near

📱7h this could show the friends you attract & they're attitudes this might show how your friends see you handle an open enemy the friends you attract might be overprotective seeming if you have cancer there they could also be generally prone to outbursts if it's at 25 degree's or they might seem hard to chill AS for how you handle open enemies again you might think you get emotional but if you have the 7h ruler as moon in scorpio that can makr you're friends think you get violent when somebody has angered you due to your emotions

📱8h these are the people you don't want as your friends or whatyou dislike about your friends & tbfh this should not be ignored if you have a friend that's doing something you generally dislike tell them how you feel same with somebody yk you dislike trying to befriends you & for ex: lets say the 8h signs Libra & what you despise about people who seem like they want to befriends you or are friends is how whenever it's a fight they play peacemaker & that makes you feel like they don't have your back with a gemini Venus at 12 degrees check your 8h ruler & if your dealing with people like this- the awsners simple drop them period or yk verbalize your opinion yk solve that.

📱9h ruler this could be how you are when traveling with friends & the friends you make traveling or the friends who traveled from afar & met you at some point this could also show your college friends for ex: lets say you have neptune in the 9h & your college friends where really eluisive or in the sense that they traveled then maybe you're friend left said college or left you somehow this could mean the class you & you're college friends may of mainly met in for ex: an art class

📱Your MC or 10h is what you seem like to people publically the planets in there could show what you seem as publically ex: if it's pluto people might think your tense seeming & what it rules for ex: the 1h might mean they think your observant of people & brutal just from looks alone, the house a planet rules could show where your meeting a type of friend/person if your mc & 11h are involved somehow or include beneficial planets people might see you as popular for ex: 10h venus

📱11H of the 11h persona you & you're friends & how society sees you this is also the type of friend you are to your friends & how it is you recieved them this is your gang for ex: your 11h sign's capricorn with mars there & the ruler is saturn conj. mercury your friends might be athletes along with you this could indicate acquiring these friendss during a race or P.E. this could also make somebody an intellectual with masculine traits & society could see you & you're friends as intense

📱12H these are who your friends say are your hidden enemies if it's in Leo maybe the person gossiping about you is somebody very regal or loud or theatrical but it depends on 12h placements co-rulers degree etc. 🖐️😮‍💨

#asteroids #natal chart #zodiac signs #astrology observations #astrology #zodiac #only a single chart #spotify #Spotify

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smileysuh · 2 years ago

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celebrated

🌙 staring. Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. after a long week working overseas, mingyu calls you and wonwoo to make sure you still miss him. And, because he’s the ‘breadwinner’ of the day, supposedly- he’s going to get to call more of the shots ;)

cw/ tw. 3some, phone sex, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, power play, sir (1), multiple orgasms, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.9k

🍭 aus. non idol, poly au, established relationship, model!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. this pairing is my life blood and I don't care who knows it

“We should really wait-” you suggest, as your boyfriend strips you naked with an impatient set to his jaw.

“We’ve been waiting for Mingyu for an hour-” Wonwoo insists. “I bet, if we opened up social media, we’d see he’s at the Prada Afterparty-”

“Louis Vuitton,” you correct- only to furrow your brows in confusion, “or- wait-”

It can be hard to keep tabs on all of Mingyu’s whereabouts as a top model in the industry- even after dating for a couple of months.

“Speak of the devil,” Wonwoo grins when his phone buzzes in his pocket, and a moment later, your other lover is on FaceTime.

“Did you start without me?” Mingyu asks when Wonwoo shows him your half-naked form.

“We were about to,” the elder of your boyfriends' retorts. “What took you so long to get back to your hotel room?”

“You know-” Mingyu sighs, “I had to fight off the hot girls-”

“You must be too tired to watch us fuck then,” Wonwoo quickly shuts down the teasing, knowing that after an hour of waiting for Mingyu, you’re in no mood for his egotistical bullshit.

Mingyu groans. “Stop-”

“You stop,” Wonwoo tuts, shaking his head and handing you the phone so he can get back to his task of taking off your sweatpants. “Tell us about your show.”

“I thought my reward for being a ‘working man’ was a phone call where I get to be the dom,” Mingyu pouts dramatically.

“You get to be a dom, not the dom,” Wonwoo corrects him. “Just tell us about your show. Were you modeling for Prada, or Louis Vuitton?”

You love the sly look Wonwoo gives you, the little sneer before he settles between your legs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh while Mingyu goes on a rant about Wonwoo being horrible for not remembering, because of course he’s at a Prada show-

You feel bad because it had been your mistake, not Wonwoo’s- he had known all along- in fact, he’d even said, speak of the devil, and what does the devil wear?

“Prada is in every season-” Mingyu continues while Wonwoo adjusts your thighs over his shoulders, his breath hot against your core- and the model’s annoyance dissipates at the view- “I guess I did keep you waiting for a long time…”

You smile at the fact that you can see Mingyu’s reactions, but all he can see is Wonwoo between your legs.

“Did you guys do anything while you waited?” Mingyu asks while swallowing thickly, and you take a moment to appreciate how pretty he looks-

“Tried to be patient, but I gave her my thigh till she was a moaning mess- and then we took her shirt off-”

“Then you called,” you cut Wonwoo off, shifting with impatience.

With a smile, Wonwoo repeats for the third time; “Tell us about your show.”

Mingyu groans. “It was good, I’ll send you videos tomorrow- baby?”

“Yes, Gyu?”

“Do you miss me?”

“Of course I miss you,” you coo at your lover while Wonwoo moves your panties to the side- “I think about you all the time.”

“You do?”

“Uh huh.” You close your eyes and lean back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of Wonwoo’s tongue, as it licks a stripe of your pussy-

“She’s been whining about missing your mouth,” Wonwoo teases, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.

“Really?” Mingyu’s tone has dipped, and there's silence on the line for a second, then; “Have you not been taking care of our girl?”

“I’ve been taking care of her very well,” Wonwoo says, reaching up and plucking the phone from your grasp.

He straightens between your legs, panning the camera shot to take in your whole body until it reaches your face- “Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”

“Uh huh,” you nod quickly, reaching to grab at the waistband of Wonwoo’s sweatpants-

The camera pans down and Wonwoo grins.

“What’s up, baby?” he toys, gently removing your fingers from tugging at him-

“We waited-”

“Yeah Gyu,” Wonwoo laughs; “We waited.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu groans.

“If you keep apologizing to me like that,” the elder of your boyfriends says smoothly, “you’ll never have control of this call.”

Wonwoo is grinning a the phone, and you know the camera’s fixed on you- so at the moment, Wonwoo is holding all the power. He can see Mingyu, he can control the view, and he’s the one calling the shots-

“Fine,” there’s a pause then, “you both waited for me because I’m a model for Prada, now be happy I’m here and not at the afterparty, because I did my best to get here- I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I’m the one being celebrated tonight for doing a runway- so you’ll do what I say.”

Wonwoo looks up at you, and gives a small nod, a smile on his lips when his gaze falls to the phone again. “What did you have in mind, Mingyu?”

“First, you’ll prop the phone up on my tripod next to the bed so I can see everything without your hand being so shaky-”

“Watch it-” Wonwoo warns, but he moves off the bed to follow through with the instruction despite the personal jab-

“That’s better,” Mingyu says when everything is set up, “but princess, we gotta get you naked.”

“I’ll get to it,” the man who joins you on the bed says with a laugh, and you sit up to accommodate the hand that slips under your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

As soon as the material is pulled away, Wonwoo has you pressed to the mattress again, his lips on your neck while he palms at your breast.

“I miss your boobs,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the feeling of Wonwoo on top of you, and you turn your head to look at the phone.

“You see lots of boobs pre runway-” you tease, gasping when Wonwoo pinches at your nipple as if to tell you that you’re ‘toeing a line-’

Then you realize, if Mingyu is in charge tonight, and not just your usual soft switchy boyfriend, you can’t be as playful-

“None of them are yours,” Mingyu states- he obviously hadn’t seen your mistake, or the way Wonwoo quietly chastised you for it. “And how about your pretty pussy? I bet your panties are just sticking to you-”

“I’m so wet-” you confirm, “Wonwoo’s been teasing me-”

“Right- with his thigh-” Mingyu swallows thickly, “and then he got so close to giving in to you- gave you just a bit of his tongue- but he pulled away to talk to me, isn’t that right angel?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He’s a sir now?” Wonwoo breathes hot against your skin as his mouth descends down your body-

“Sounds like he owes you one orgasm- or two, or three-” Mingyu trails off and you find yourself grinning down at Wonwoo, who is looking up at you with a look of realization.

You’re both ganging up on him-

When you give Wonwoo push back by yourself, you’re just a brat.

When Mingyu gives push back, he learns a thing or two about patience-

But with both you and Mingyu together? And an agreement that Mingyu gets dom power on this call?

Things have shifted more than Wonwoo had realized they would, but when his first command from Mingyu is “eat her out until she’s quaking, and then we’ll decide if she should have some more” - well, Wonwoo’s not complaining.

He strips you of your panties, settling between your legs in Mingyu’s usual spot. in the week that your lover’s been away, things have simply been busy, and Wonwoo hasn’t been able to take his time with you- hasn’t had Mingyu in the wings-

“Bet you’ve been missing this,” Wonwoo practically purrs as he pulls you towards his mouth-

Both you and Mingyu let out sounds of affirmation, and Wonwoo’s happy to know that despite any momentary power you and Mingyu had as a united little front- you’re still putty in his hands.

“He gets sloppy with you,” Wonwoo notes, “Mingyu.”

You groan, nodding and shifting your hips towards his face-

“Do you like it sloppy?” Wonwoo can’t help but grin at your movements, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before letting out a deep breath that fans across your wet heat, making you shiver.

“I like it eager,” you respond, enjoying this form of dirty talk- “Mingyu always eats me like he’s starved.”

“Does he?” Wonwoo taunts, ignoring the groan that comes from the phone. “I guess I should give that a try, huh?”

His hands spread your thighs open, and his mouth makes contact with your core, wet tongue dipping into your hole while you scramble to grab at his hair-

“Fuck- Wonwoo-” you shift your hips, closing your eyes and letting your head loll back to the mattress-

Mingyu’s voice makes you tingle when he asks; “How’s he feel?”

“So good-”

“Does he feel like me?”

“He feels-” you let out a whine when Wonwoo focuses in on your clit, and he keeps your legs open with steady hands- “I’m so-”

“Is he really that good?” Mingyu’s tone has shifted to shock, and you can’t blame him. After waiting for an hour to finally get any real action, you and Wonwoo have more pent up energy than you’d realized, and you’re eager for a release-

“I’m gonna- Gyu- please-”

Wonwoo does something Mingyu doesn’t often do while eating you out for a first course- he uses his fingers, and the feeling of two digits slipping into your wet heat has your head spinning.

“You’re cumming already?” Mingyu asks-

“Yes-”

“Then come on, pretty girl, let go for us,” your soft lover groans, making you whine even louder as you fall over the edge- “That’s it baby- fuck, you sound so pretty-”

Wonwoo does his first duty diligently; he eats you out until you’re quaking, and only then does he pull away from your core, fingers continuing to pump in and out of you, their pace drastically slowed-

“What now, Mingyu?” he asks, thumb finding your clit- “I could work another out of her really easily.”

“Do it.”

You’re taken aback at how quickly Mingyu is agreeing with his hyung- and the pressure that’s applied to your clit has your legs threatening to close around Wonwoo’s shoulders, a gasp tumbling from your lips-

“Another?” you question, looking down at Wonwoo desperately.

“Another,” he confirms, bringing his face down to your entrance again-

His mouth is better than his thumb, but it’s also so much worse- because his tongue and the suction of his lips can do things to you that a finger never could- and you’re still so sensitive from your first orgasm-

“Wonwoo-” you wiggle in his grasp, and Wonwoo lifts a hand to splay his fingers across your lower abdomen, pinning you-

“Cum for us again,” Mingyu says simply. “Come on baby, I know you can do it- who’s our good girl?”

“I am,” you whimper, grabbing at the bedsheets-

“And what’s our good girl gonna do for us?”

“I’m gonna cum!” you gasp, the knot in your stomach wound impossibly tight before releasing.

“Fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, and the sound makes you even more delirious as waves of pleasure slam into you, aided by the man who continues his work between your legs-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his hair-

He lets up, pulling his mouth away from your core while his fingers work you through your high.

It’s amazing to have two people’s attention again-

Mingyu’s not been gone on his trip for long, but even a week of his absence is felt more than you can describe-

“Did you cum too, Mingyu?” Wonwoo’s voice makes you open your eyes, and you turn to look at the phone-

“Maybe,” comes a muffled response, and you realize Mingyu’s carrying his phone- it gets set down, and then comes the sound of running water. A moment later, Mingyu is letting out a deep breath and things are settling again. “I just really miss you guys.”

“You fly back tomorrow night though,” Wonwoo says, removing his fingers from your core to lick them clean.

“Yeah, but I have schedule all day until the airport-” Mingyu groans.

“Baby,” Wonwoo looks down at you slyly, “it sounds like Mingyu’s saying he’s going to be too tired to fuck you tomorrow night when he gets back from his work trip.”

“What?” you sit up, looking towards the phone-

“I just- might be tired tomorrow is all,” Mingyu says, flopping down onto his hotel bed.

“Sleep on the plane,” Wonwoo suggests, pushing his pants down to remove his achingly hard cock-

“You guys are going to pick me up when I land, right?”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” the man rubbing his length between your folds assures his friend before slipping into you with a groan.

“Fuck-” Mingyu lets out his own sound as he adjusts his hold on his phone, watching you and Wonwoo with interest-

“It’s okay if you’re too tired-” you begin, only to cut yourself off with a whine of pleasure when Wonwoo adjusts your leg on his hip- “It’s okay if you’re too tired to fuck me when you get back home,” you assure Mingyu- “Wonwoo will- Wonwoo can fuck me really good before you come home and then we can just sleep-”

“Stop, you guys are the worst,” Mingyu groans, eyebrows pulled together in concentration as he watches Wonwoo fuck you into the mattress.

“You know, I was considering switching up the position to give Gyu a better view-” Wonwoo breathes, “but if he’s going to be like this-”

“Give me the view.”

Wonwoo gives in with a laugh, and before you know it, you’re on your knees with your back to his chest while he fucks up into you from behind, your boobs on display for the third member of your trio, miles away but connected on facetime.

“Fuck- baby, you’re so pretty-” Mingyu groans, and you can tell he has his hand on his cock again, but your view only includes his face-

“She is, isn’t she?” Wonwoo’s breath is hot against your shoulder, and his fingers dig into your hips while he thrusts into you.

“Even with all the other models and pretty girls in the world,” Mingyu shakes his head, swallowing thickly, “there’s only you.”

Wonwoo laughs when your pussy squeezes him at his friend's words. “He always knows what to say to you, doesn’t he, gorgeous?”

You nod, and a moment later, Wonwoo’s digits are on your chin, prompting you to the side so you can meet his lips-

He presses into you fully, holding still while his tongue invades your mouth, and then the hand on your hip slides down to your clit-

“Wonwoo-”

“One more baby,” he tells you softly, “you can give us one more, right?”

You can- as long as it’s only one more.

After an hour of waiting, and then two back-to-back orgasms, you’re already feeling like you’ve been spread a little thin, but one more orgasm is doable of course-

“Look at Mingyu when you cum,” Wonwoo instructs, gently drawing circles on your clit while his lips press kisses to your throat. “He’s been good and patient most of the week while busy with work, so he deserves it, don’t you think?”

You nod eagerly, opening your eyes to stare at the phone, where Mingyu stares back.

Mingyu sits up, biting at his lip with interest before asking, ”You’re gonna cum for us?”

“Yes, Gyu-” you tell him, lifting your hands to your breasts while Wonwoo finds a pace behind you again. Each thrust has your boobs bouncing, and the fingers on your clit are unrelenting now-

“Then cum.” Wonwoo’s breath is hot on the nape of your neck, and it makes you shiver-

Your core tightens on your boyfriend’s length and you both let out groans of pleasure-

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open, but you watch Mingyu, listening to the sounds of both men coming undone with you- Wonwoo moves his hand from your clit to anchor your hips during his final few thrusts, and you can hear Mingyu panting-

As things come to a stop, Wonwoo lets out a deep breath and Mingyu mutters, “fuck” before he’s tossing his phone down and the screen goes black while he audibly lumbers to the bathroom.

Wonwoo chuckles against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

“It will be good to have him back tomorrow,” he says.

You agree, and the two of you get cleaned up. When you return to the bedroom and take your phone off the tripod, you find Mingyu settled under his covers, a sleepy expression on his face.

“You had a long day,” you empathize, smiling at the pretty man you call your boyfriend, “walking a runway-”

“Cumming twice,” Wonwoo adds with a grin, joining you on your bed.

“I’m tired-” Mingyu says, “but I missed you guys. Can we watch an episode of our show on Netflix together before I sleep?”

“Of course,” you respond, and Wonwoo’s already grabbing for his laptop. “And Mingyu?”

“Yeah?”

You smile, heart swelling- “Congratulations on completing your show.”

The model simply grins. “You can congratulate me tomorrow.”

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“I’m gross from the airport,” Mingyu insists when you pick him up at the terminal to take him home. Despite the possible germs he may have concocted while abroad, he doesn’t complain when you suggest sitting together in the back of the car while Wonwoo drives.

Your boyfriend is obviously exhausted- he hardly talks at all, simply holds you close while Wonwoo checks on the two of you every now and again through the rearview mirror.

“He needs a shower,” the elder of your lovers concludes when you’re on the way up to your apartment a short time later, and Mingyu doesn’t complain about this either.

Soon, you find yourself stripping Mingyu of his clothes while steam fills the bathroom.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask while pulling off your shirt.

The model yawns, stretching his arms over his head- and your eyes go to the band of his Calvin Kleins- fingers itching to reach out-

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Episode.Eddie 🥶💯

*birds chirping...rickrolling you*

Eddie: Hmm...I don't know how I'm going to make this grave. But luckily those dumbasses aren't around to mess up my concentration-

His brothers:

Eddie: bruh

Carl: HI SISTERS 😍

George: ghhghhnhhgh 👹 n a

Al: what the fuck is wrong with my family

Eddie: Guys can you not rn I am busy gatekeeping gaslighting and girlbossing this grave 🤦‍♂️

Carl: L+ratio+didn't ask

George: NaGH 👺

Eddie: Dad left for the milk again and I don't know anything about this girl 😫!!

Carl: cringe+stay mad

Eddie: can you help albitch

Al: no hoe

Eddie: why

Al: shut the hell up you annoying waste of life

Eddie: but wh-

Al: WORLD STARRRRR 👹

Carl: ALBITCH NO

*Albitch punches Edword in the stomach, making the Taco Bell sound effect*

Eddie: OW WHAT THE FUCK

Al: har h a r har har har

Carl: that is deadass the ugliest laugh I have ever heard you dumbass bitch

Al: shut up toe crust *puts his AirPods back in to listen to oh no our table it's broken reverb 5 hours straight*

Eddie: that shit hurted

Carl: L

Eddie: do you know anything about her

Carl: do i look like Google to you 🤨

Eddie: ok so what was she like

Carl: not a girlboss. did not gatekeep. 😕 also she fell off a cliff. L

Eddie: how old was she

Carl: as old as gorgenl I think

George: I am 10972562918 years old and can devour this Earth in .00005 seconds you mortal scum.

Carl: goofy

Eddie: Imma make it smooth like your brain ehehe

Carl: I'll throw you down the stairs wtf

Eddie: ok so why did she run off the cliff

George: I eat babies

Eddie: gorgenl shut the fuck up before you're the next body I'm burying

George: KnHa 🤖

Eddie: alright im winging this just like how our parents raised us

*makes the grave into Dwayne the Rock Johnson lifting his eyebrow*

Carl: bruh that sucks ass

Eddie: be quiet this is why people ship you with albitch

Al: bruh out of pocket

Carl: what the hell edword

Henry: 🚶‍♂️🥛

George: nzGA! 🤩

Henry: yeah you were definitely dropped on your head as a baby

Carl: dad where tf have you been

Al: OHFUCKKKKKKKKK I DIDN'T PUT ENOUGH RAT POISON IN HIS CHILIS

Henry: ew i forgot that i had such ugly children wtf

Eddie: hey dad

Henry: MY FAVORITE SON!! 😍

Eddie: hehehehe dad look what I made hehehehhe albitch definitely didn't do anything

Henry: beautiful!! I'm sure deez nuts will be very happy in heaven with her grave

Eddie: heheheheh PRAISE ME 👹

Henry: you're the best son ever 😨

Eddie: thanks dad 🤩

George: nNnNnnBGhhhHa

Carl: what the hell is wrong with him

Henry: i put him in the washing machine when he was a baby 🤦‍♂️ anyway albitch why is your brother more talented than you lmfaooo

Al: gUh 👹...🏃‍♂️💨💨💨💨

Henry: ALBITCH?!?!?

Carl: mood tbh. 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨💨

Henry: CAR-L?!?!?

George: gNGHAha 😫 MOMMYYYYY-👹 WOMAN WHO BIRTHED ME 👺

Henry: These failed abortions get on my last nerves 😕 Edword can you clean up after your degenerate waste of skin brothers

Eddie: ofc!! 😇

Henry: thanks!! 🥰

George: HOXIGGIZY 👺

Henry: lets go Buffon number four 🚶‍♂️

George: n h a 🦇

Eddie: finally those weird bitches are gone. now i can go try to run away and go to rachel's party down the street 🤩!! 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

The girl: 🤸‍♀️ hey bbg

Eddie: WHAT THE HELL 😨

The girl: *gone like my will to live*

Eddie: that...😰...did...did that ghost just call me baby girl?!?!?!???!!?

Carl: oh shit you're still out here?? I was tryna smoke my weed

Eddie: what the hell car-L

Carl: btw mom wants you to come in or she's gonna beat your ass into Saturn

Eddie: bruh 😕...

*they go to the front of the house to see their mami*

Shanon: MATERIAL GOWRL-oh sh-

Eddie: 🧍‍♂️

Carl: 🤦‍♂️ Mom what the hell...

Shanon: Get inside you dingbat I need to talk to my favorite son

Carl: L 🚶‍♂️

Shanon: im divorcing your dad

Eddie: that's nice but this ghost called me baby girl

Shanon: don't make me body slam you. you are not about to become albitch 2.0 get inside. and take that ugly mask off wtf.

Eddie: 😞

*eddie goes to his room to girlboss and gatekeep 🧚‍♀️✨🦋*

His gloves: 💔⛓🥀

Eddie: my gloves are gonna tear 😨!! I gotta go ask for new gucci ones! My dad is a stupid gorilla who wants to waste money on things that aren't important then say we're poor, so I'll go ask him!! 🏃‍♂️

*edword runs down stairs*

Their pet ostrich: 😍

Eddie: oh my god 🤦‍♂️ PETUNIA BILLY JENE IS NOT MY LOVER CHICKFLA STEVE HARVEY GUESS WHO I AM-LET'S GO TO THE BEACH BEACH-NICKI MINAJ NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU MY NAME IS JEFF HAROLD THE SECOND TWICE REMOVED WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF THE BASEMENT 🤬

The ostrich: 😨

George: I let them out to help me take over the world and devour it whole, destroy the universe and watch as our reality collapses into nothingness and restart from scratch.

Eddie: 😟...what...

George: nHGa 👹

Eddie: 🤦‍♂️ gorgenl you have like eight new mental illnesses each day

Shanon: 😩 OUR SON IS WACK!!

Henry: no he's not he's just emo all fifteen year olds think animals talk to them and have mental breakdowns everyday, I mean who doesn't

Shanon: not me wtf

Henry: lmao anyway tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition tradition-

Eddie: damn my dad sucks ass...

Shanon: HENRY SHUT THE HELL UP

Henry: I forgot to tell you it's tradition to beat our wives too-OH HEY FAVORITE CHILD 😍

Eddie: ...ummm-

Henry: what do you need

Eddie: Gucci girlboss gloves dad 💅

Henry: HEY. We have four rules in this house. Live, laugh, love, and BE STRAIGHT.

Eddie: y-y-y-yes dad 😟

Henry: anyway fuck your gloves we're poor

Eddie: but you're wearing gucci belt right now

Henry: do I smell...DISRESPECT??

Eddie: n a u r . . . 😰

Henry: go use car-L’s old ones. Anyway, back to tradition. 👊

Shanon: HENRY NO-

Eddie: hHhhHhHhh...whY cAn'T I HavE nEw GlOvEs...😞⛓🥀💔...mY HeArt...iS bRoCkEn...anyway 💅💞✨!!

*edword goes upstairs...*

Carl: he's looking at me isn't he...

Eddie: 👹

Carl: god why did I have to get raised with such a weird bitch 🤦‍♂️

Eddie: I need your gloves 😞

Carl: L+ratio tbh.

The owl: 🦉 💅

Carl: come tf down here I want chicken wings

Eddie: but it's an owl

Carl: so?

Eddie: you can't get chicken wings from a fucking owl car-L 🤦‍♂️

Carl: oh i forgor 😂

George: rAAAAAAAAAHHHHH 😜😜😢😜🤬🤯🥸😭🥶😒😒😓😱😥😓😓☹️😶‍🌫️🤓😒🙁😓😞🫢😰😔🤩🧐😅😎😅🤩😂😅

Carl: oh shit the demon is coming 😰

George: 🥶OUR😭BUNNY🐰 IS😰DEAD💀D E A D😵‼️‼️‼️‼️

Carl: L

Eddie: How?!?!?!??! 😟

George: Albitch is too smelly 😫 he gassed her out with stench!!

Carl: BRO SHUT THE HELL UP OR YOU'RE NEXT FOR WORLD STAR 😰 EDWORD GO TO SLEEP AND TAKE COVER 🥶

Eddie: ok bozo 😒

*edword goes into his room*

Eddie: Jeez albitch must really stink if a fucking bunny dies from it...I gotta go bury her in a girlboss grave...

Al: 🧍‍♂️

Eddie: GAH 😫 THE STENCH-🤢-Albitch?!?!?! 😰

Al: shutcho ugly ass up

Eddie: but we look the same...

*albitch world star kicks edword in the tummy yummy 😋*

Eddie: oW-OW

Al: WORLD STAR 💪😈

Eddie: WHY 😫

Al: cause you said I stink

Eddie: deadass when was the last time you SAW the shower

Al: your mom

Eddie: we have the same mom

Al: . . .

Eddie: . . .

Al: 👹👊

*narration time 😅*

Eddie: Albitch beat me up like I was mom and he was dad...it was...bad...definitely not girlbossing or gatekeeping...I was sad...bc the stench had overflowed my room...plus that bunny died which was a huge L...so...I thought...maybe if I became the girlboss that would get beat up, then my family would be spared...not because I care about them, but because they give me money...so that's what I did...also graves are awesome 😫

*narration end 🥶*

Eddie: it still hurts where Albitch hit me...what a toe sucker. 😔 I should go outside and sing "Fight Song" to be quirky...oh wait. I can bury that bunny too!! 🤩

*he goes outside with dead bunny corpse 🥸*

Eddie: don't worry bunny!! I'll definitely make you a bussing grave!! *digs 😚* you were kinda ugly ngl but it's okay my dad has buck teeth just like you ehehehehe!!! Good thing I didn't get that gene or I'd probably kill myse-

The girl: bbg

Eddie: HUH 😰

The girl: what 😟

Eddie: ...😰...😳 it's a blonde...😼...

The girl: 🤨

Eddie: I wasn't scared I was just practicing my singing voice 😜

The girl: oh...you suck ass at singing then

Eddie: hahahahahahahha you're so funny!!!!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍

The girl: what...I just insulted you 😟

Eddie: anyway!! I'm rich 😼

The girl: then why are you wearing raggedy clothes

Eddie: I...says the one wearing a literal rag and no shoes. do you shop at goodwill just wondering

The girl: my fault you right you right-anyway what are you doing

Eddie: making a grave 🥶

The girl: for what 🤨

Eddie: the bunny my brother killed with his stench

The girl: bruh 😬 how the hell does he stink that bad

Eddie: I don't know tbh...

The girl: h e n h a h e n h a

Eddie: 😳!! What a ugly ass laugh!! It sounds like she's coughing up her lungs!!!!!!!!!! I love it!!! Girlboss!!

The girl: can I watch

Eddie: um don't you need to go home

The girl: no

Eddie: sounds legit

*EDWORD MAKES GRAVE 💪😈*

The girl: wow that's a really nice fish gravestone!! it looks just like one!!

Eddie: but it's a bunny 😟

The girl: oops gotta blast 🚀

Eddie: WAIT 😫 I NEED CLOUT PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRIEND

The girl: h e n h a h e n h a no bitch be back tomorrow tho 😸 see you again you dumb bitch

Eddie: okay 😳✨💞 SEE YOU AGAIN 😫

OMG HEY GUYS 😃😃😃☺️☺️😊😊😘🤩🤪!!! DID YOU LIKE THIS STORY 🫣🫣🫣🤭 PLEASE VOTE 🗳 COMMENT 🗣 AND SUBSCRIBE 💸🤑 FOR MORE CONTENT 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠😺😺😺😙😜😜😜!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i am not okay #🤫

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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Like i have not read the comics nor have i read anything by neil gaiman but if i do say so myself, i think the first part was so detailed and well described it could have been an excerpt from the original text 💖 now allow me to quote and react to a bunch of parts of this fic

(Also-also I've been staring at this fic for so long now I don't even know if it makes sense anymore)

First of all, this!! HAHAHAHAH REAL

Felt been there done that

You bite your lip as you consider this, stories of human trafficking ploys and hitchhiking serial killers appearing at the forefront of your mind. It’s dangerous, and probably stupid, but something in you knows that this isn’t a scheme to kidnap you. Your eyes were on the road the entire time, and this being was literally dropped down right in front of your car. Grabbing your phone, throwing your hazards on, and unhooking the pepper spray from your keys, you cautiously open your car door and walk to the front of your car.

THIS IS ALSO SO REAL. My biggest fears rolled into one. I enjoyed the fact you wrote that in

The next thought that crosses Dream’s mind is that he shouldn’t be able to stretch any of his limbs, considering he’s meant to be curled up in a glass ball.

She begins to approach him, but the glower he sends her way is enough to stop her in her tracks. It does not matter that she was stating the obvious when she said what she did, referencing his physicality. He will not be told what he can and cannot do, where he is allowed to exist. Not anymore. “Do not come any closer, mortal.”

DAMN. 👹😔

“Okay, I won’t.”

Me HAHAHA

He looks at her warily, but slowly takes the glass that is apparently designated for him. After over a century, he’s more than a little parched. Though he will not show any gratitude before it is earned, he is thankful that at least one of his needs is being met.

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

Contrary to his belief, she looks at him in surprise. “Why?” When he nods, she shrugs. “I guess…because if I were naked and unconscious in the middle of the road on a rainy night, I’d want somebody to help me to relative safety.”

aWWWW but also kinda scary to do irl lol,,, like hell a stranger

She doesn’t stop rambling even as she returns and hands Morpheus another glass of water. Though, even if she were to stop long enough to take a breath, Morpheus doesn’t know what he would say. He’s so bewildered at this entire situation that the Prince of Stories himself is at a loss for words.

🤣🤣🤣🤣 me and dream fr. I like to think this scene is somehow comforting for him

Destiny himself must surely be breaking his stoic demeanor to laugh at his younger brother’s misfortunes.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭real sibling behavior

“It’s nice to meet you, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares,” she smiles after saying all of his titles, apparently finding it amusing to be in the presence of a king, “I’m Y/n.”

GIRL YOU DID NOT

You’re in the kitchen chopping vegetables for a soup, still working on building Morpheus up towards being able to eat actual meals, when he actually comes to you seeking companionship. He hovers at the edge of the kitchen, watching silently as you go through the familiar motions. Finally, he moves just a couple of steps closer, like a feral cat being enticed by food from a human who’s determined not to look at them. It’s not that far off from reality, you realize.

AS SOMEONE WHO HAS CATS I WANT TO SAY THIS IS VERY REAL ALSO i want him in my pocket

“Yes, have your laughs at my expense.”)

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I WILL THANKS

“Throw me off a bridge, maybe? That’d surely get your sister to show up.”

AT FIRST I WAS LIKE thats funny if you do that to dream, then i realized she was talking about HERSELF 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀HAHAHAHAH SHE REALLY WENT THERE I MEAN SHE'S NOT WRONG

It’s here, on the floor of the library, that things majorly change between you. It’s here that Morpheus kisses you for the first time.

HUH

“Do you think that I am incapable of making my own decisions?”

Girl you did not just stop this man from kissing you you clown you absolute candlestick

You can feel Morpheus smile under your touch. “It is chivalrous of you to refuse me because you believe that you are taking advantage of me. However, I can assure you that you need not worry.”

IM SAYING

“Are you sure? What about, like, power dynamics?”

⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️WHAT POWER WHERE

“Y/n, I’m eons old. If anything, I have all of the power here based solely on that.” Oh, yeah. Before you can actually beat yourself up over the stupidity of that statement, he continues. “I can promise you that I have my wits about me, and there is nothing clouding my decision-making. I care for you, and I would very much like to continue kissing you.”

IMMMMM SAAYYYINNNGGGG THIS RAT THINK SHE DID SMTH OR WHATEVER ////:

(He’s also very happy to be sleeping in bed with you instead of on the couch.)

Same

In the dim light, Morpheus looks at you. “What is what like, beloved?”

eveRYONE CALM DOWN HE JUST CALLED HER BELOVED BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

“It does not make me sad to talk about it. Rather, I love the Dreaming so much that it overwhelms me sometimes. I am the Dreaming, you see. It is a part of me.”

“So it’s perfect, then.” You don’t mean to say that out loud, but the way that Morpheus looks away bashfully makes you glad that you did.

WHEN YOUR OTP SAILS

Her head falls against his shoulder, and he smiles down at her when he sees she’s fallen asleep. In moments like these, he wishes more than anything that he was connected to the Dreaming once more. What he wouldn’t give to be able slip into her mind and give her the sweetest dreams that she deserves. As he closes his eyes and leans his head against hers, he imagines that he can feel that link to his realm.

Morpheus takes great care not to wake her up when he moves her off of him to lay down on the couch. His fingers trace the slope of her nose, down to her lips and across her cheeks, mapping out her face. If this is to be the last time he sees her, he wants to remember everything about her. Knowing that he will have to depart without telling her where he is going or knowing if they will be together again grieves him. He has not felt pain of this kind since he helplessly watched Jessamy be murdered in front of him.

HO WHAT DONT DO IT DONT DO IT HES GOING TO DO IT ISNT HE HES JUST GOING TO LEAVE AND HE LEFT

When you lunge forward, it’s not to hug him, which is what you always expected you would do if you were to be reunited with him. Instead, you say, “I can’t believe you fucking left me!” and shove at his chest in anger, which, if the look on his face is anything to go off of, he hadn’t been expecting either.

THATS RIGHT BEAT HIS ASS CHEW HIS HEAD OFF BREAK HIS NOSE I WANT BLOOD

“You couldn’t have left, I don’t know, a note or something? Just to let me know that you were going to disappear without a trace?”

RIGHHHHTTTTTTT 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 HE LIVED THAT LONG AND RETAINED 0 COMMON SENSE GILR

ANYWAY THIS WAS A TREAT I STAYED UP LATE AGAINST MYSELF AND IM SO EXCITED TO GO TO SLEEP NOW THAT IVE READ AND REBLOGGED THIS IM SO HUNGRY I CANT WAIT TO WAKE UP TOMORROW AND EAT BREAKFAST AND READ SOME MORE FICS THAT MAKE ME FEEL

Hopes, Dreams, and Everything In Between (Morpheus x Reader)

Summary: Just when Morpheus finally escapes capture at the hands of the Burgess lineage and begins to make his way back to his realm, his weak connection to his power disappears completely. Left stranded in a world with no knowledge of what has transpired for over a century, no powers, and no clothes, Dream of the Endless must let down his guard and place his trust in a human whose path he was quite literally dropped in the middle of.

Word count: 10.7k

A/N: So! Here we are, with what is arguably the longest oneshot I've ever written. @glitchmeharder had left a comment on a post I made, pointing out that they wanted more fics of Morpheus getting stuck in the Waking World and needing to live with Reader for a little bit.

My mind took this sentence and RAN with it. Like, I apologize in advance for how long this is. I'm pretty pleased with it though, especially for my first Morpheus fic. I hope you're pleased with it too.

(Also, the POV jumps back and forth between Morpheus and Reader, but it alternates every other section and is pretty clear which POV is which)

(Also-also I've been staring at this fic for so long now I don't even know if it makes sense anymore)

Let me know your thoughts! Likes are appreciated, comments, asks, and reblogs make my world go round! My inbox is always open for you guys :)

*This fic uses she/her pronouns and includes the use of Y/n*

Freedom.

After being held captive for 106 long, painful years, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares, is on the precipice of securing his freedom. The younger Burgess’s lover had erased a small part of the runes encircling his glass cage with the wheel of the old man’s wheelchair, sending little more than a sorrowful glance back towards the prisoner. So this was how he would attempt to secure his safety, by breaking the circle of runes surrounding him. Barely a scuff, really, but it’s enough.

It’s enough for Morpheus to feel the faintest bit of his power return to him.

It’s enough that it’s all too easy for him to influence one of the security guards, waxing poetically about his upcoming beach vacation, to close his eyes for just a moment.

It’s enough for a dream to form, one of sun and sea and sand. Sand that Morpheus is able to gather a handful of, right in front of the horrified guard’s dreaming eyes.

The guard, lost in his dream nightmare, shoots at what he thinks is Morpheus. In the Waking World, he’s shooting at the orb that he’s meant to be diligently watching. A bullet hits, and a crack forms. Another, and another, and another, even as the other guard screams at her colleague to stop.

The glass explodes, and Morpheus fills his lungs with his first huff of fresh air in over a century. He can’t get lost in the joy that threatens to burst like a dam at finally seeing and feeling freedom. Not when he has a job to do, not when he has a kingdom to return home to.

He steps past the broken runes, now useless at keeping him trapped, and towards the two that are commanding him to stop where he is. He does as they ask, standing still in front of them. When the female orders him to open his closed fist, he is nice enough to listen to that command as well, lifting it to his mouth and blowing the sand in their faces.

A portal forms above him, and all Morpheus can think of is home. The Dreaming. He can feel it calling to him, a kingdom beckoning its ruler back. His power lifts him, and Morpheus welcomes the sensation of traveling through realms.

Then, just as quickly as he had his power, he loses it again.

Like a spelunker who’s just had their trusty rope give out on them, Dream finds himself free-falling with no way of stopping or controlling where he’s going. He tries desperately to clutch onto the tendrils of power that have abandoned him, but they refuse to obey.

He lands harshly on cold pavement, weak and disoriented with no idea of where he is. There’s a flash of blinding lights, the sound of rubber squealing, and then…

Darkness.

•••

It’s late at night, late enough that the few traffic lights that you pass are continuously blinking red and yellow. You hadn’t intended to be out so late, but catching up with friends at a restaurant had led to all of you losing track of time, talking and laughing and reminiscing until a manager politely informed your table that the restaurant had closed ten minutes prior.

Large tips had been left as apologies and your group hustled out of the door, leaving one another with hugs and goodbyes and promises to do this again, sooner than the months it had taken to get together in the first place. You got into your car, locking the doors immediately after, and you were happy.

Still, as you watched those you know and cherish depart with their significant others, you can’t help the pang of melancholy that taints an otherwise-wonderful evening. You’re at the age now where everybody that you know is in relationships, getting engaged and married and settling down and coupling up. You, however…are not. And you’re happy with being single, truly; the best company you can have is yourself. But knowing that you’re going to return home to your quiet apartment, where you’ll go to sleep in your empty bed and wake up to eat breakfast alone before repeating the monotonous cycle that is working a full time job and being an adult in general is making you just a little bitter.

You dwell on this as you drive the deserted roads home, even though you shouldn’t be. Shaking your head at your tendency to mope, you decide to do something about it and turn your radio up with the hopes that something good is playing on the random playlist that had begun when your phone automatically connected to the car’s sound system. Hell, maybe even something bad. Anything to get you out of this thought pattern that is quickly attempting to derail your mood.

“Now here I go again, I see the crystal vision

I keep my visions to myself

But it's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams, and

Have you any dreams you'd like to sell, dreams of loneliness?”

Ironic, considering you were just lamenting your own loneliness, but you’ll forgive Stevie Nicks for almost anything, so you let it slide. Tapping your thumbs on the steering wheel, you hum along to the song and stare out at the empty, rainy landscape ahead.

Empty, until it’s suddenly not.

You don’t look away from the road, you know that you don’t. But in the literal blink of an eye, a white figure appears right in front of your car. Slamming on the brakes with a scream, you watch as the figure collapses ahead of you. You don’t hit whatever it is, thankfully, and after lurching to a harsh stop, you peer through the windshield at what your headlights illuminate.

It’s a person, or at least you think it is. They’re pale, paler than any person you’ve seen before. They’re also stark naked, which, for a number of reasons, can’t be comfortable. Should you get out and help?

“Are you okay?” you ask, looking down at the man.

He’s laying on his side, his face tucked into the crook of his arm. A mop of unruly, jet-black hair covers any other facial features that might have made him distinguishable to you.

He doesn’t answer, and you swallow harshly. Oh God, is he dead? You thought you didn’t hit him, and your car doesn’t have any damage, but maybe you did.

Crouching down next to him, you take note of just how skinny he is when you lay a hand on his wrist to check his pulse (which is thankfully thrumming steadily beneath his near-translucent skin). No, not skinny. The man in front of you looks emaciated. What happened to him?, you wonder as you move your hand to his bony shoulder and begin to shake him.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

This time, a muffled groan answers you. Okay, that’s better than before. At least he’s semi-conscious. Still, he doesn’t look well at all, and you should probably get him to a hospital to be checked out. When you voice this thought, you finally elicit a reaction from him. Long, ice-cold fingers grip your wrist weakly, and you stare at him in shock as he mumbles something unintelligible.

“What?” You lean down next to his covered face, trying to hear what he’s saying.

“No…” he mutters. “Please…no…hospital.”

He’s delirious, that much is obvious. Still, you find yourself mulling over his request. He really does need some sort of medical attention, but he managed to muster up enough strength to specifically tell you that he didn’t want to go to a hospital. As you think about it, you also start to come around to the “no hospital” idea.

After all, what are you going to do? Show up at the hospital and dump a naked, starving man on their doorstep while claiming that you have no idea how he got like this? At best, the authorities would probably be called and you’d be questioned for kidnapping. No, it’s probably for the best to keep away from the hospital.

Logically, you know that you’re so stupid for even considering the idea that you’ve had. But really, what is this man going to be able to do to you? Even if he weren’t in and out of consciousness, he’s so frail that you could easily take him down were he to try and attack you. Against your better judgment, you decide what you’re going to do.

“I’ll be right back,” you assure the man, who you’re not even sure can hear you, before you stand up. “I think I have a blanket in the trunk of my car.”

A quick search through your mess of a trunk does reveal a blanket, hauled around at the insistence of your mother who preached needing an “emergency kit” in your car at all times. Now, you silently thank her as you grab it and hurry back to the man, though you definitely will not mention to her what the emergency kit was finally used for.

You haul him to a sitting position, his head falling back limply as you fix the blanket over his shoulders. “Do you think you can stand? I’ll get you to the car, I just need to get you on your feet.”

He makes a slight movement that looks like a nod, so you move his arm around your shoulder and wait until you feel his light grasp on your shirt before slowly bringing both of you to stand. Once you’re sure that you’re not going to drop him, you struggle with him towards your car. He’s lighter than most adult men, but considering he’s dead weight, it’s still tough to walk with him. You fumble with the handle of the car door, nearly throwing it open so that you only have to let go of him for a brief moment.

You cringe when he falls backwards onto the seats, landing harshly across them. It doesn’t seem to hurt him at all, the only sign that he even felt anything is a groan in the back of his throat. Whispering out a “sorry,” you cover his body with the blanket and make sure all of him is in the car before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat.

Sighing heavily, you think about your life choices as you glance into the rearview mirror to look at the unconscious man in the back of your car. You’re really going to do this, aren’t you? Taking home a naked man that passed out on the road in front of your car so that you can hopefully wake him up and get him well enough to be on his way without killing you?

Yes, you are.

•••

The first thought that crosses Dream’s mind when consciousness finally returns to him is that his limbs ache. They really, truly ache. It’s not often that an Endless has lingering pains, but it does happen. He stretches his legs out in front of him, feeling his muscles twinge as he attempts to loosen them.

The next thought that crosses Dream’s mind is that he shouldn’t be able to stretch any of his limbs, considering he’s meant to be curled up in a glass ball.

His eyes snap open when he realizes this, and he’s bewildered to find that he’s not staring at guards looking at him disdainfully from the table they’re always perched at, nor is he looking at the wrought-iron bars separating the large, underground room from the staircase upstairs. No, instead, he’s looking up at what looks to be a ceiling fan, spinning lazily around and around.

The events of what happened before he ended up here (wherever “here” is) begin to come back to him in fragments. First the runes being erased, then securing the sand from the guard’s dream. The orb shattering, sand being blown, and beginning to make his way home. That’s where his memory becomes muddled.

There were lights, and a voice. He thinks he remembers the vague sensation of being moved, but he’s not too sure. Whatever happened, he ended up here…on a couch, under a number of blankets. Certainly not in the same basement that he had been in for over a century, with its familiar cold seeping through the very glass he found himself trapped in. No, this room is warm and inviting. Comforting, almost.

Wherever he is, it’s not in the Dreaming. More alarmingly still is that he can’t sense the Dreaming at all. After that small glimpse of his power that got him out of the Burgess basement, his power has completely abandoned him. A not-unusual feeling, considering he spent the last 106 years without it, but being “free” and powerless is not something that he’s used to.

He has had a lot of time to think about what his lack of power feels like. After a few decades, the best he could liken it to is missing a sense or losing a limb. It’s something functional, something that he should have, but that he doesn’t. Cruelly, he was granted a taste of what he should have for a mere second before fate or karma or the universe itself decided to play yet another cruel joke on him.

Dream slowly takes in his surroundings, his thoughts sluggish and confused. There’s a table next to the couch he’s laid on, a glass of water placed on it. A black screen sits on a stand across the room, and he stares at his reflection in it for a moment before the sound of humming draws his attention away.

A figure – the person humming, he assumes – comes through a doorway, eyes immediately meeting his own. Curiously, she smiles at him when she notices this. Dream’s muscles tense, on guard in the presence of an unknown being so soon after escaping Burgess. Has he escaped one prison, only to land in another?

“You’re awake!” she exclaims, as though she’s happy to see this. “How are you feeling?”

He ignores the human’s question. “This is not the Dreaming.”

“No, this is my apartment.”

“I must go.” Dream attempts to stand up, but finds that he struggles to just barely sit up. “I need to return to my realm.”

“You’re not going anywhere, look at you! You’re too weak to even move.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

She puts her hands up in the air, presumably to show him that she means no harm. The move reminds him of what one might do in the presence of a frightened animal. In her mind, he is a frightened animal.

“Have you drank any of that water? I don’t know where you were before I found you, but you look like you haven’t had anything to eat or drink in a while.”

The woman waits patiently for him to make the next move, choosing to sit on a large chair near the couch and tap at a rectangle she holds in her hands. Morpheus appreciates not being watched as he greedily drains the water that he’s been offered. Only after he places the now-empty glass back on the table does she look up at him and wait for him to make the first move.

“How did I end up here?” Morpheus asks slowly.

“When I found you, you basically appeared in the middle of the road from out of nowhere. You were passed out, and you only really came around so that you could tell me not to take you to a hospital.” She nervously plays with her hands, which rest in her lap. “I wasn’t about to leave you out there, so I brought you here.”

“Why?”

It comes out harsher than he intended, but considering the only interaction he’s had for so long with other beings involved threats and pleas for immortality, riches, and power, he isn’t expecting much. In fact, Morpheus is preparing himself to listen to her list of demands before acting. Though he’s powerless right now and unable to manipulate her dreams the way that he did the guards at Fawney Rig, he still has millenia of experience to draw on when it comes to escaping a captor.

Ah. It’s at this point that Dream realizes that he is, in fact, very much still naked. Though he’s hardly shy about his form, he is aware that most humans have a more puritanical point of view when it comes to the covering of bodies.

“Are you hungry? You look like you’ve been starved, so I’m guessing it’s been a while since you’ve had something to eat.” The woman stands and takes the glass off of the table, musing to herself as she walks to another room. “We’ll probably have to start you on something light so that you can get used to eating again. Maybe toast?”

He’s been left completely powerless in the Waking World, and he would have to fend for himself were it not for this random human whose path he’s been literally dropped in the middle of. A human who, apparently, has no devious intentions towards him, though he finds it hard to believe that all humans aren’t evil and heartless like Roderick Burgess and those complicit in his captivity. He finds it especially hard to believe that the first human he comes across after the Burgess affair would be the exact opposite of those he’s been around for so long.

Destiny himself must surely be breaking his stoic demeanor to laugh at his younger brother’s misfortunes.

“Seriously, when was the last time you ate something?” After a moment of silence, Morpheus realizes she’s asking him a question.

His attention is brought back to the woman, who’s reclaimed her seat in the chair across the room. Lifting his chin, and with what he hopes is a voice befitting the ruler he once was, he says, “One hundred and six years ago.”

She laughs at what she assumes is a joke, until she realizes that the expression on his face doesn’t change. He can see this mortal begin to make the connections in her mind. His mention of his beloved realm, the fact that he called her “mortal” to begin with, the century plus of imprisonment. The Waking World is so quick to dismiss magic and the supernatural as “fairy tales;” if it is beyond their comprehension, then it therefore doesn’t exist.

Yet, even with what they believe to be sound logic, humans just know when they encounter something that they can’t quite explain. Morpheus has always seen it in the way that people back up when he or his siblings or any of the many other preternatural beings that wander this plane walk past. The fear in their eyes as something primal activates within them, something telling them that they are no longer the apex predator.

Even with his lack of powers, he still carries his innate abilities that are woven into his very being. He can hear the woman’s heart beat faster, see her pupils dilate in apprehension. She knows, even if she does not want to admit it.

Quietly, she asks, “Who are you? What are you?”

“I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares.”

A long minute passes as she takes in the information he’s given her. She does not run away from him in fright (which has happened to him a couple of times), nor does she call for someone who will attempt to capture Morpheus and use his powers to their own advantage. Instead, she thinks over what she’s heard and nods.

Morpheus is not used to thanking others, especially mortals. However, this woman’s helpfulness seems to warrant that he learns how to do so, so he nods. “I thank you for offering me aid in my time of need, Y/n.”

“I’m going to get you some food.” He hardly opens his mouth to make a rebuttal before she’s pointing at him accusingly. “Don’t argue with me, you need food. Then after that, we’ll get you some clothes. Sound good?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer before she’s back through the door, presumably towards the kitchen. Though Morpheus is still wary of relying on anybody, let alone a human, he doesn’t exactly have a choice. Not when he’s this weak, and certainly not when he’s powerless. No, he has no choice but to place his trust in this strong-willed woman who was crazy enough to rescue a stranger in the rain.

Fates help him.

•••

So, the random, naked stranger you saved out of the middle of the road turns out to rule the collective unconscious of all of humanity. And he now lives on your couch for the time being (with clothes, thankfully; you had procured a shirt and a pair of sweatpants for him when he had finally agreed to let you help him), because he’s apparently lost the powers that connect him to said collective unconscious. No big deal.

You didn’t want to believe Morpheus at first. After all, just the mere idea of some being who is eons old and is, in his words, “the anthropomorphic personification of the concept of dreams” sounds insane. But the same sense that told you that it was safe to take him home tells you that he’s telling the truth. And as you get to know him more, you find that that sense was right.

From the way that he talks to the memories of empires long gone and the recollections of those great figures of history that he’s met and inspired, all of which he shares with you as the days go by and it becomes obvious that he can’t just ignore you and hope that you go away, you find it very easy to believe him. He hasn’t given you a reason to not believe him, and until he does, you’ll continue to trust what he tells you.

It’s at least a week before your new roommate is strong enough to move easily around your apartment, though he still looks half-starved. On his second day of staying at your apartment, you had offered to help him to the shower. After all, if you had been deprived of showering for 106 years, it would be one of the first things that you wanted to do. After thinking it over for a long couple of minutes, Morpheus had begrudgingly agreed. The moment he attempted to stand, he had been unable to support himself and had fallen to his knees. This left him no choice but to take your outstretched hand.

It was very obvious that the proud king felt humiliated at needing to use you to support most of his weight as you maneuvered him through your apartment and to the bathroom. You couldn’t exactly blame him, because you’re sure that it is humiliating, especially when you’re a being that’s normally more powerful than a literal god who has to rely on a mere human for help walking a few feet.

According to Morpheus, if he had his powers, he would have recovered at a much faster rate. Since he doesn’t, though, and he’s effectively human for the time being, he has to recover as a human would. When you come home from running a couple of errands one day to find him sitting up on the couch without needing to lean on anything for support, reading a book from your collection, you’re extremely glad to see that his “human” recovery is progressing nicely.

As time passes, though, you’ve found an odd companionship with him. He’s slowly become less wary of you, and you of he, which has allowed you both to trust the other and actually, dare you say it, form a tenuous friendship.

It seems like he’d been expecting you to basically tiptoe around him and ignore him throughout the duration of his stay with you. Considering you don’t want to wake up to a corpse on your couch because you abandoned him in his time of need, and because you’re a person with a conscience, you’ve done the exact opposite, much to his chagrin and bewilderment.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

Though it’s pretty damn obvious what you’re doing, you decide not to be sarcastic with him. “Making soup.”

He nods, leaning against the counter to watch. You feel a bit like you’re on a cooking show with the way that he’s viewing your actions so intently.

“What’s so interesting?” you ask after another moment of unwillingly being on Iron Chef.

“I suppose I’ve never really watched someone cook before.”

The knife pauses in midair, and you turn to look at him. “I’m sorry, what? You’ve been alive for as long as beings have had consciousness, but you’ve never watched someone cook?”

“It’s not often that I have to eat. If I choose to enjoy food, the palace staff typically prepares it for me.”

Oh yeah. It’s easy to forget that Morpheus literally has a castle when he’s standing in your kitchen with bedhead. You would make a joke about him being spoiled, but you suppose that if you were in his position, you also never would have taken the time to actually step inside a kitchen.

“Do you want to learn?”

“How to cook?” You nod. “Are you sure that you want to teach me?”

“I’m literally just going to have you cutting vegetables,” you say with a laugh. “It’s a pretty easy task, even for you, your highness.”

His lips just barely move upwards, and you stare at him, stunned. Did he just smile at you? You didn’t even know that he knew how to do that. You’re about to try and convince yourself that it was just a trick of the light when he says, “Being that I am a king, it’s ‘your majesty,’ not ‘your highness.’”

He did smile! And he made a joke! It’s such a small accomplishment, yet you can’t help but to feel immensely proud of yourself. Hiding your own pleased grin, you step back from the cutting board. “Okay your majesty, come over here so I can teach you to cut vegetables.”

Morpheus definitely isn’t going to be on any cooking shows of his own anytime soon. Actually, you don’t know that you’d even trust him to be in the kitchen by himself anytime soon. He nearly cuts off a finger a couple of times, and he struggles to figure out how to hold whatever he’s cutting so that it can actually be cut. The vegetables he’s been in charge of cutting are uneven, but you can see how proud he is of having completed this task himself. You’re proud of him too; though you can tease him for having never done something like cooking before, it must be hard to learn a new skill after so long.

After this, Morpheus becomes less of an unwilling house guest who’s only putting up with you because he physically can’t leave and more of a friend. It became inevitable that you would have to spend time together, since he’s living on your couch until he can figure out how to get back to the Dreaming, but it’s become actually enjoyable to be in his presence, and vice versa. Though he can still be cold, distant, and haughty, that’s to be expected. Your relationship has changed, and he’s changed.

It takes a couple of weeks, but Morpheus finally starts to feel well enough to re-enter the land of the living. At least, he’s well enough to insist that he can start researching how to regain his powers or go home. Naturally, you join him. Morpheus has long-since given up on asking you why you help him, finally realizing that this is just how you are. If he wanted to be left alone, he should have landed in front of the car of someone who didn’t care about his well-being.

You’re sitting in your local public library with him, one of your now-regular visits as you search through book after book to try and find answers. The both of you are tucked in a corner near a set of windows, enjoying the way that the sun warms your skin. Books from a variety of subjects are scattered all around you; religion and history, mythology and occult. Anything that could potentially give you an idea of how to help an Endless regain the powers that they were created with. Needless to say, there’s not a lot of material written on this topic.

Yet another book with no answers is tossed to the side in frustration, and you begin to just fire off random ideas off the top of your head. Most of them involve seeking the help of any magic contacts that Morpheus has here in the Waking World, which is made difficult by the fact that Morpheus has no way of contacting these beings. Both because of his lack of powers, as well as the fact that he’s not the most open person for one to make a contact with.

(“You? Not friendly? I’m shocked, truly,” you had said with obvious sarcasm coloring your tone. Morpheus simply sighed, turning the page of the book he’s reading harsher than needed.

“Yes, have your laughs at my expense.”)

It’s more than a little discouraging to have absolutely no answers, and you’re starting to get desperate. You tap your fingers against a book you’ve already looked through, hoping that maybe you’ll learn something through osmosis.

“You could…”

You pause, trying to think of a good idea. Your mind is racing as you turn from logical plans that could actually work to the illogical. After all, if you can’t find something that works, you’re at least going to have some fun.

“Throw me off a bridge, maybe? That’d surely get your sister to show up.”

Morpheus only looks at you. “That is not funny, Y/n.”

“I didn’t say it was!”

“I know your sense of humor well enough by now to know that you find this suggestion of yours at least slightly amusing.”

Your lips twitch, because he’s right. The mental image of Morpheus chucking you off a bridge and then eagerly waiting for his sister, literal Death, to appear while you’re screaming and falling to your end does make you want to laugh.

“Well, it’s the only idea I’ve got,” you say with a shrug.

“A terrible idea, truly.”

You roll your eyes jokingly and mutter, “Jerk.”

When you first met Morpheus, he would have taken your words and actions quite seriously and been offended at the perceived insults. Now, he simply rolls his eyes right back at you and smirks. Just one of the many things that have changed between you.

It’s here, on the floor of the library, that things majorly change between you. It’s here that Morpheus kisses you for the first time.

You had taken a solo walk around a few of the shelves under the guise of seeing if you had missed any research, but really you needed to get away from the corner of no answers before you started shredding books out of anger. It helped enough that you were able to return to the research with fresh eyes, and it seems like it’s paying off.

In a book about pagan rituals, you find the first promising information that you’ve seen in the last three library trips. You lay your hand on Morpheus’s shoulder to get his attention. “Wait, listen to this! This book talks about summoning the Fates.”

You point down to the passage.

“‘It is fitting to begin December with an offering to the Three Fates, the weavers of destiny. Put out three small cups of red wine, fruit and bread, along with three knives. This is a way of honoring the powers that will bring more provisions during the coming year. Have ready three candles, red, black and white.’ It’s not December, but I would think this could potentially be done year-round? We give them an offering, they recognize who it’s coming from, and they give us some answers. What do you think?”

When you look up at Morpheus, you find him already looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. He’s told you that, when he has his powers, his eyes resemble two stars. With the way that they always twinkle when they catch the light just right, you’d argue that they already do. You smile at him, unable to stop the awkward giggle that escapes you as he continues to look at you with something you can’t quite name.

“What?”

His eyes look from your eyes to your lips and back again. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what he’s about to do, a mere moment before he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

Morpheus is a really good kisser, which is to be expected since he’s been alive for longer than you can fathom. He kisses you softly and sweetly, and the butterflies that flutter in your stomach make you feel a bit like a teenager receiving her first kiss from a beau. You sigh against his lips, bringing a hand to his cheek while he places one of his on the back of your neck.

Then, it actually hits you what you’re doing. Though you don’t want to (like, you really don’t want to), you need to put a stop to this. What if the only reason he’s doing this is because he feels some sense of gratitude towards you for saving him in the first place? You can’t take advantage of him like that, even if he is a very attractive man that is currently kissing you.

“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest to put some space between you, though you still rest your forehead against his. “I don’t want you to kiss me just because I’m letting you crash on my couch.”

“Do you think that I am incapable of making my own decisions?”

“No, of course not! I just–I worry that you feel like you owe me, or something. You don’t.”

You can feel Morpheus smile under your touch. “It is chivalrous of you to refuse me because you believe that you are taking advantage of me. However, I can assure you that you need not worry.”

“Are you sure? What about, like, power dynamics?”

“Okay,” you whisper, unable to believe that this is actually happening.

He laughs lightly. “Now, may I kiss you again?”

You nod. “Yeah, you can definitely kiss me again.”

Morpheus is more than happy to reclaim your lips with his.

It would almost be embarrassing, how quickly you’ve fallen in love with Morpheus, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s fallen just as fast. You’ve lived blissfully in your own little corner of heaven with him for almost four months now. Though getting him home is still important to both of you, it’s also become less of a priority as you’ve fallen more in love with each other.

(He’s also very happy to be sleeping in bed with you instead of on the couch.)

Laying in bed with him one night, you’re transfixed with mapping out every inch of his skin that you can touch with your fingers and watching goosebumps form in their wake. You don’t think you’ll ever get over just how unreal Morpheus seems to be. You understand, of course, that this is due to the fact that he’s an Endless, that he is physically more than a human, and thus a human form can not truly contain all of him. But to be up close and personal to such a phenomenon really drives home just how ethereal he really is. You can easily see why he’s been mistaken as a god so many times throughout history.

“What’s it like?” you whisper to him, unwilling to fully break the tranquility you’re experiencing.

In the dim light, Morpheus looks at you. “What is what like, beloved?”

Your heart jumps at the pet name, so sweet and unexpected. Fighting to keep your wits about you, you ask, “Your kingdom. The Dreaming.”

“I don't even know where to begin when I tell you that it is the most wondrous place you will ever lay eyes upon.” He closes his eyes briefly and sighs wistfully. “It has been over a century since I have been home, and yet I can still see it as if I were merely there yesterday.”

“If it’s hard to talk about, you don’t have to.” You should have realized that asking him about the home he currently has no way of getting back to would make him upset.

“It does not make me sad to talk about it. Rather, I love the Dreaming so much that it overwhelms me sometimes. I am the Dreaming, you see. It is a part of me.”

“So it’s perfect, then.” You don’t mean to say that out loud, but the way that Morpheus looks away bashfully makes you glad that you did.

“That is what some believe, yes. It’s a vast plane, considering all the universe’s dreamers use it when they close their eyes at night. The area around the palace, my direct kingdom, is stunning. Imagine the most beautiful landscape you can. That beauty would pale in comparison to Fiddler’s Green, with its orchards and valleys and rivers and mountains.”

“Really?”

“Mm. My personal favorite is a small clearing ringed by trees that make it seem as though you’re completely blocked off from the rest of existence. There’s a waterfall there, too, and I believe you’d quite enjoy the mermaids.”

All of it sounds wonderful, but that last word has your mind sparking with excitement. “Mermaids? Like…actual mermaids?”

“Of course. Mermaids are creatures of dreams. And nightmares. They are subjects in my realm.”

“That’s amazing.” You pause for a moment. “Would I be able to meet them?”

“You will be able to do anything you wish when I finally get to bring you to my realm. Though, it may be difficult to get you out of the library once you’re there.”

“I should have assumed you’d have a library.”

“Yes, and it is my sanctuary in the Dreaming. The library holds every book that has ever been written, every book that will be written, and even books that have merely been ideas in the minds of authors. It is overseen by Lucienne, without whom I fear the library would fall into permanent disrepair.”

“That sounds wonderful.” You yawn, your eyes too heavy to keep open for much longer. Morpheus notices this and pulls you closer to him. “Tell me more about it. Then maybe I’ll get lucky and be able to catch a glimpse of it while I sleep.”

It’s merely wishful thinking, considering dreams since the night that Roderick Burgess trapped Morpheus in his basement have been nothing more than fragments of scenarios. But his voice is so deep and calming, and you can tell that it makes him happy to talk of his home. Maybe tonight will be the night that the Dreaming decides to welcome its king back home. And even if it doesn’t, you’ll enjoy falling asleep in your lover’s arms.

•••

When Morpheus first woke up after his captivity, alone and confused and without his powers, he thought that he would never be able to feel anything except anger. Anger at his situation, anger towards those that had captured them. And for a few days, anger was all that he felt. But slowly and surely, Y/n had managed to chip away at the anger that had threatened to harden around his heart. Though he was not looking for love, nor did he expect to ever deserve love again after everything he had done to ruin every relationship he had been in, he had found it with her. The anger became replaced with an incandescent happiness, happiness that threatened to swallow Morpheus whole if he allowed it.

And he was certainly tempted.

It’s been approximately four months since the night he was freed, but it certainly hadn’t felt that way. Where he had spent the past 106 years counting day after agonizing day, four months with his beloved seemed to pass in the blink of an eye; an impressive feat for an Endless. Morpheus has, dare he say it, enjoyed getting to be a human, learning more about humanity and all that he had missed. Though he still lamented the loss of something so integral to his very being as his powers, his realm, he was able to recognize the gift that he had been given in spending the last four months with Y/n.

He’s sitting with her on the couch where it seems as though everything began, reading yet another book in the hopes that he might find a way to regain his powers, while she watches a movie on the television about some sort of battle in space (yet another aspect of humanity that she enjoyed teaching him, modern technology and everything along with it). She had meant to show him this movie, claiming that it was one of her favorites and that she believed every being needed to see this. Of course, it took a total of five minutes before he found himself hopelessly lost among the plot and had turned to the book next to him.

She had pouted for a moment, more to try and make him feel bad than from actually being upset. He had simply smirked in her direction, kissing her forehead before laying his arm around her and drawing her closer to him. Yet another thing that he loves about her, among many things, is that he can just exist in companionable silence with her. It’s rare, at least in his experience, when one finds another where this is possible.

After a moment, Morpheus opens his eyes and jarringly realizes that he can feel it. Her dreams, and the Dreaming itself. After 106 long years, the Dreaming returns to him as naturally as if he had simply blinked. His power suddenly twining through his veins again, something which he had taken for granted nearly his entire existence, has tears pricking at his eyes. Oh, how he has missed this.

Morpheus can return home now to reclaim his mantle and rule the Dreaming once more. He should be thrilled about this. He is thrilled about it. Thrilled, until he looks at the sleeping woman leaning against him and realizes that a decision must be made, and soon.

His power has returned, yet it’s still incredibly weak. Weak from not using them so long, and weak due to his not having his tools–his sand, his helm, and his ruby. Thus, he cannot be at his full strength until he recovers them. Will his power disappear yet again if he waits too long? If he wakes her to relay the good news, to take a moment to say goodbye, will the Dreaming escape from him? If his power does leave again, will he ever have another chance such as this?

It’s something that he cannot risk. And yet, he finds himself unsure, even though he knows what he has to do. This woman, this mortal, has managed to ensnare his heart so completely that Morpheus considers potentially forsaking his kingdom just for the chance to properly part with her in the way that he wants to, in the way that she deserves.

He lingers when he kisses his beloved’s forehead, not sure when, or if, he will have the pleasure of seeing her again. If she’ll forgive him for what he has to do, how he has to leave her. He whispers this in her ear, a simple, “I love you. Forgive me.”

Then, he closes his eyes and feels that tug that has always connected him to the Dreaming. He envisions the sandy dunes outside of the Gates of Horn and Ivory, the way they melt into the rolling hills of Fiddler’s Green in the distance. He sees his castle and his library, Lucienne and Mervyn, Cain and Abel, the seas of dreams and nightmares. He places himself there, and when he opens his eyes to see Lucienne leaning over him, when he feels the sands of his realm against his back, he knows…

He’s home.

•••

Waking up on your couch that day with no sign of Morpheus anywhere had confirmed your worst fears. Just as suddenly as he had appeared in your life, he was now gone without a trace. And as the hours eventually turned into days without him, you had to come to terms with the fact that he was really, truly gone.

Life without Morpheus, after having had him as yours for a few glorious months, just felt dull. Literally, it felt as though your senses were dulled now. Colors weren’t as bright, songs weren’t as beautiful, things didn’t taste as good, flowers didn’t smell right, and things that were once soft now felt harsh against your skin. He was gone, and you were alone. Things were as they were before that fateful night when he landed in front of your car.

It’s not even that he left you. Rather, it’s how he left you. Never would you have expected him to just completely abandon you, with no note left behind or anything to explain where he had gone. You assumed he had gotten his powers back, which was wonderful, truly. After all, that was the end game, wasn’t it? But for him to just…leave, after everything you had been through and shared with each other, hurt worse than you could have imagined.

You became intimately familiar with the five stages of grief in those first few days after his departure, cycling through each stage until you would come back around to the beginning and do it all over again. It felt pathetic that you were this heartbroken, but how could you not be? Morpheus had held your heart in his very hands, only to discard it as if the gift you gave him, of your love, meant nothing. You couldn’t even mope for as long as you wanted to, because you just reminded yourself of fucking Bella Swan in New Moon, and god forbid you share any similarities with her.

Eventually, you settled on feeling angry. Angry at him, angry at the circumstances, angry at yourself, angry at the world. You’re so mad, but then you feel like you have no right to be mad, because he got what he wanted! He has his powers and his realm back, which was the only reason he was with you for as long as he was. You both knew that, and still…

You really wish that you could hate Morpheus.

He hadn’t even come to visit you in your dreams, which had really sealed the deal for how little you meant to him. If he had gotten his powers back and returned to his realm, surely he would have spoken to you while you were asleep to at least let you know that he was alright? But no, you didn’t even receive that from him. And so you were left without closure, which made getting over him really difficult.

Still, you try your best to get over him, even though you really don’t want to do so. Two months after Morpheus vanished without a trace, you’re finally returning the last library book from your research sessions with him. You felt silly, holding onto it for as long as you did, but it proved that he had been here, and that what you had experienced was real. It was a tangible link to him; it was your only tangible link to him. Unfortunately, the library has only let you renew the book so many times before needing it back, and today is that day.

You stand in front of the book deposit box in the library, holding onto the book and feeling the cover that you’ve mapped out time after time as you attempt to work up the courage to let go. Let go of both the book itself, as well as the hope that Morpheus will come back to you. It’s obvious that it’s not going to happen, and you’re doing nothing but hurting yourself by continuing to hold out hope that it will. You need to live your life again, even if it means letting go of the best thing to ever happen to you.

Somebody clears their voice behind you to draw you out of your inner monologue, and you realize that a line has started to form. Smiling sheepishly at the grandma waiting for her turn, you whisper “sorry” to her before taking a breath and finally dropping the book inside. The flap of the box closes with a finality that signifies that you aren’t getting that book back. Stepping away from the deposit box to allow the line to progress, you take a deep breath as the finality of the situation hits you.

That’s it. All that you’re left with from your four months with Morpheus now is memories. You were hoping that this would feel more freeing, that you’d feel a weight lifted off of your shoulders and go waltzing out of the library like the main character in a coming-of-age movie as the end credits played to signify that you were turning a corner in your life. Instead, you just feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach, a sickness that this is really it. Now, you have to figure out what to do next.

Even as you turn to leave, you can’t help but think of Morpheus. You glance into the corner of the library that you spent many days with him in, the corner of the library where he kissed you, and you just want to cry. You miss him. You really, truly miss him, and it seems like it’s going to take more than returning a library book to get over that.

You wish you had pictures that you could burn, like every other normal relationship.

As you exit the library, you find yourself making eye contact with the fucking crow sitting in the tree across the street that seems to follow you around now. You’re probably just paranoid, because you don’t even really like birds, but it feels like you see that giant black bird everywhere you go. At first, for a hopeful second, you had allowed yourself to believe that maybe it was a sign from Morpheus. But when you had quietly said hello to it and it just did crow things, you realized that you were being stupid. Of course a random bird isn’t going to be a messenger from the lover that had left you.

Because this is already a terrible day, it gets worse when you harshly knock against someone when you’re walking in the parking lot to find your car. You stumble backwards, nearly falling from the force of it. The only reason that you don’t fall is because the person who you’ve just inadvertently assaulted grabs onto your forearm to steady you.

“Shoot, I’m sorry,” you mumble, squinting against the sun.

“I believe I’m the one that should be apologizing.”

That voice. You know that voice. Could it really be, or have you just finally lost your mind and are imagining what you want to happen?

But then your vision clears, and you look at him, and no. It’s real. He stands in front of you two months after you last saw him, looking down at you like you’re the one that left him suddenly.

Your mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. There are so many things that you want to say to him. After all, how many times have you imagined this exact scenario and all of the things that you would say to him in said scenario? Now you’re here, with his hand around your arm, and all you can think to say is, “Morpheus?”

He looks better than he did even at his healthiest when staying with you, which goes to show just how drained he was without his powers. His lips are lifted just slightly, his version of a smile, and he looks good. His coat fits him perfectly, as though it were made just for him (it probably was). He’s dressed in all black, of course, from the coat down to the black boots he wears. You finally meet his eyes, and you gasp when, for a split second, you see the stars that make up his eyes before you blink and they’re back to the blue you’ve known.

“Hello, beloved,” Morpheus says. The deep timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine, a side effect of not hearing it every day like you used to.

You want to be mad at him. You are mad at him. He left you with no warning and disappeared from your life without a trace. He had left you so suddenly, in fact, that sometimes in the middle of the night when you were out of tears and hadn’t yet cried yourself to sleep, you wondered if you had simply imagined everything about him. Yet, seeing him again, all you want to do is fall into his arms and tell him how much you missed him.

The shove hardly moves him, but it fills you with satisfaction to be able to physically assert just how upset you are, so you shove and hit his chest again and again. Morpheus, to his credit, just stands there and takes it, hopefully because he knows he deserves it.

Even the patience of an Endless, however, is not endless. Morpheus grabs your wrists with one of his large hands and stops the physical manifestation of your rage in its tracks. You fight him for a moment longer, but eventually the hot tears building in your eyes spill over, and you look up to face him defiantly. If he’s going to make you cry, he’s going to have to see it.

“You couldn’t have left, I don’t know, a note or something? Just to let me know that you were going to disappear without a trace?”

Morpheus looks pained at this, and a sick part of you whispers ‘good, he deserves to feel bad.’ “When I realized that I could feel the Dreaming after you fell asleep that night, I was not sure if that would be my one and only chance to reclaim my throne. I had to make a choice, however difficult it was, to return to my realm through your dreams.”

“But you didn’t think to let me know that you were okay after you made it back?”

“You remember my tools? My helm, my sand, my ruby?” He waits for you to nod. “I had to retrieve those before I could return to you.”

“Don’t forget about the whole ‘dream vortex’ thing after that! Ugh, that was a mess.” You look up when another voice chimes in, only to find yourself looking at the crow that you had been mentally cursing minutes ago.

“Did–did that crow just talk?”

“Raven, and yes.” Said raven flutters down to land on Morpheus’s shoulder, who glances at his corvid companion like he’s a nuisance.

“This is Matthew, my emissary,” Morpheus introduces.

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you, Matthew.” You feel a bit stupid saying hello to a raven, but it’d be rude not to. “I’m Y/n.”

“I know!” Matthew says cheerfully.

“You may return to the Dreaming, Matthew. I no longer require your assistance.” You stifle a laugh at how obviously Morpheus wants his raven, who is apparently enjoying being a third wheel, to hit the road.

“Right, right, you don’t have to say another word. I’m off!” Matthew flies from Morpheus’s shoulder and presumably back to the Dreaming, though you’re not quite sure how the logistics of traveling between dimensions work.

Left alone now, Morpheus stares at you, and you he, for a long moment. He seems to be waiting for you to make the first move, to see if you’re going to react with anger again. Finally, you rip your hands from his grasp and throw your arms around him. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Though slowly, Morpheus returns your hug, pulling you to him and pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on your head. “I missed you as well. I have ached for you and your presence since the moment I had to leave. Believe me, if I could have taken you with me, I would have.”

You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of actually having Morpheus here and being in his arms. It’s all you’ve dreamed of, for lack of a better term, since he left, and it feels just as good as you imagined it would. You could stay like this forever, and you almost do…until a car honks at you and you remember that you’re standing in the middle of the parking lot.

Sheepishly, you wave at the car and mouth “sorry!” as you grab Morpheus’s hand and pull him towards the actual parked cars. The driver that you’ve now royally pissed off glares at you the entire time that they slowly drive past you, making you giggle nervously. When you look over and see the bewildered look on Morpheus’s face (you would love to know how he would have reacted had you been flipped off), your laughter increases.

Your laughter is cut off when Morpheus leans down and kisses you. Whether that be because he’s trying to get you to shut up or because he actually wanted to kiss you, you’re not sure. Either way, you enjoy finally getting to kiss Morpheus once more.

When you pull away, you look him in his piercing eyes and say, “I’m still mad at you, y’know.”

“You have the right to be so. However, if you are amenable to spending more time with me as I attempt to win back your affections, I would like to show you my kingdom.”

“You wanna take me to the Dreaming?” Morpheus nods, smirking at the way you try to act nonchalant and not excited. “...Can I meet the mermaids?”

This makes him chuckle, a rarity for him. “Yes, you can meet the mermaids.”

The excitement at this prospect wins out, and you grin. “Okay then. Woo me, your majesty.”

•••

Morpheus had feared the worst when he had decided that the Dreaming was rebuilt well enough to receive its (hopefully) future Queen. He worried that Y/n would have taken another lover, or that she would not love him at all anymore. A frequent criticism by his siblings is that he gives too much of himself to romantic relationships, and that very well may be true. But Morpheus knew for certain that, were Y/n to turn him down when he finally reappeared in her life (and he would not even blame her for doing so; not with the way that he left and remained away for so long), it would crush him in a way that no other rejection ever had.

He thinks it would hurt even worse than the Nada affair.

When he finally coaxed his beloved to smile in response to something that he said–a sight which he will never take for granted again–those fears were assuaged. When she agreed to accompany him to the Dreaming, Morpheus allowed himself to hope.

Hope. A word so simple, yet a word that carried so much within it that it could defeat Lucifer themself.

Hope blossoms within Morpheus as he holds out his arm for Y/n to grasp onto so that they can travel safely to the Dreaming, and it turns into a flame when she instead grabs onto the lapels of his jacket and allows him to wrap his arm around her waist.

#morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #love care

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joshwinksmind-blog · 2 years ago

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seelestia · 2 years ago

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ehe~ it's great having you back my dear author !! 🥺

Hope you're doing great with those school works! I know first hand how much school could beat our ass :''D especially since you mentioned exams, i know fr exam weeks are one of the most stressful moments a human can go through :(

if i can, I'd send u a little doodle i can draw as me being in ur pocket lmao

but since I'm an anon I can't :''D (tho i feel like u know who i am already, considering i always like your posts whenever you answer my asks :P)

since i can't send images or gifs, here's an emoticon instead

ヽ(｡ゝω・｡)ﾉ 💕💕

Also! I can't wait for requests to come back hehe, tho no pressure for you to open them immediately, remember to take ur time and rest~

🕯️🕯️🕯️🙏manifesting for Lia to get the grades she wants and less assignments in the future 🙏🕯️🕯️🕯️

But yeah! that's all lil old me has got to sayyy- apart from our question of the day: Any opinions on how the sumeru characters treat the traveler? I've noticed some players say how sumeru seems more wary and not as friendly as the past nations :D - Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ anon <3

hehe, it's good to see you too! and ty, i'm holding up alright, i'm just trying to juggle between my wips and assignments here and there <3

aww, i just know that doodle would be super adorbs! but yes, tumblr doesn't allow pics on anon, so we have to settle for emoticons for now <//3 i do have an inkling as to who you might be! if you want to come off of anon, i'd love to be moots with you (and to see whether my intuition is right or not fjwkfkkesd) but if you want to stay as an anon, that's still cool ofc !! as long as you're comfy >:)

ty, ty! <3 i only have a few requests left to complete and i also have a milestone event planned, so we'll see when i can properly open writing requests in the future~ but i appreciate the reminder! don't forget to take care of yourself too, alright??? ;D

as for the question: yes, i did notice! i think most people of sumeru (especially students or researchers in sumeru city where the akademiya is) are more focused on their studies instead of tourism or socializing, in general. i also feel like that the people there are more individualistic and private because everyone just does their own business in a self-reliant way. so, i suppose that is why they seem so wary and less friendly??? like the cousin at a gathering who sits in the corner because they just want to go home and study (/j)

#shooting a cute emoticon right back at you! (ﾉ>ヮ<)ﾉ*.♡#and i'm about to get to your second ask!#i love it sm when you drop by :( <3 #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest 👹✨ anon!

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smileysuh · 4 years ago

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🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Haechan always gets what he wants. A bartender should be easy enough to get seduce… except that you aren’t, and he can’t stand it.

cw/tw. Haechan kills a demon, oral (f/m receiving) fingering, orgasm denial, thigh riding, restriction, dirty talk, ‘kitten’, a lot of teasing, super dom haechan, begging, fucked stupid, shoe fucking?, he just is a complete asshole, slight corruption kink?, unprotected sex, some cum play stuff, it’s dirty, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 8.5k

🍭 aus. demon/supernatural au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. demon hyuck owns my heart

You push the door open to your boss’s office, ready to fight for yourself and explain why you’d been ignoring the spoiled rich guy in VIP all night, (he’d asked you for a drink three times, getting more and more annoyed with each offer and rejection) but you stop as soon as your eyes land on the man sitting at your boss’s desk.

It’s not your boss sitting there.

It’s the man you’ve been ignoring.

And the smile on his face tells you he’s quite pleased with himself.

He says, “no name tag, aren’t those mandatory?”

“Who are you?” you ask, “where’s Kai-”

“He’s not your boss anymore, I am.” the man stands up, hands smoothing over the desk in front of him,

“That’s impossible, Kai would never sell the club-”

“Everyone has a price.” the man sighs, face flashing with annoyance, “what’s yours?”

“I’m not for sale.” you cross your arms over your chest, mirroring your new boss’s attitude.

He tilts his head at you, assessing, eyes dragging over every inch of you, “next shift, if you don’t have a name tag, I’ll give you one, understand?”

You roll your eyes, “yeah,” you agree anyways, as if that was much of a threat. After a moment, he turns his back to you, and you leave the office, going back to your station behind the bar.

When your shift ends, your new boss is back in the VIP section, surrounded by the rich elites who pass around a bottle of vodka that costs more than you make in wages for an entire week.

His eyes watch you, and you can feel them burning into you as you pour the final drink of the night, brushing off the flirtation but accepting the tip from the man sitting in front of you.

“Rich prick.” you whisper to yourself as you leave the bar to head home, eager to shower off the griminess of the night.

Your new boss has left an odd taste in your mouth. You consider quitting, but after a moment you realize that you already work at the most expensive club in the city, and the tips you’re making are worth it.

You can deal with working for some rich kid who bought the bar to rub your rejection of his advances in your face.

The collar is immaculate. a soft baby pink with a heart tag that reads ‘kitten’. The man pushes it towards you, “I told you to wear your name tag.”

Kai never enforced these rules, but you do have to admit that they’re written in your contract.

For a moment you consider the collar, looking at it. Then you reach forward. Your boss’s eyes flash with happiness, and the demon thinks he’s won. Instead, you grab a sharpie from your pocket.

“What’s the deal with you anyways?” you ask, looking down as you write your name directly onto your exposed skin, right under your collarbone.

Your boss licks his lips, watching your movements, “Y/N.” he says your name, “what a pretty name kitten.”

You roll your eyes at him, having no idea the effect your name is having on the man in front of you.

Haechan is a demon. Names are sacred. His own name is hidden, Haechan being a name he gives out. Humans can be so stupid, he thinks to himself, you give your name so willingly, branding it across your skin without a second thought.

He could have just asked for your name from Kai instead of black mailing the man into giving him the club, but Haechan had wanted to earn the right to your title.

Now he has it.

“And what do I call you?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest and ignoring the collar that’s still offered on the table.

“Boss.”

Haechan’s eyes stay fixed to you the entire night, he watches you work with a disinterested look on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with her?” Mark asks, he's a regular here, having been friends with Kai for a while. Mark’s not too happy about Haechan having forced Kai to sell him the club, and Mark wants an explanation.

Haechan’s eyes move to Mark, “I’m not obsessed.”

“You are.” Mark insists.

“The real question, is why isn’t she obsessed with him.” Johnny points out, having always been able to see through the younger demon’s games.

Mark considers it for a moment, catching onto what Johnny has already worked out. “oh.” Mark says, his attention moving to you.

The men watch you work, being nice to patrons while still holding a wall between you and them. You’re unavailable. You’re uninterested. And it’s intriguing.

Haechan has never had to work a day in his life. The woman kissing his neck proves that. She is listening to Mark’s words, trying to prove herself as she throws a leg over Haechan’s lap.

He doesn’t even acknowledge her.

“Daddy,” she whines in the youngest man’s ear, earning a few sneers from his demon buddies listening, “let me make you feel good.”

Her hand moves to grab his cock, kneading it through his dress pants. Usually public sex excites him, but Haechan pushes her hand away, making a noise of annoyance. Johnny grins, grabbing the girl by her waist and pulling her to his chest instead, “he’s being mean today,” Johnny coos, “how about you let me break you instead?”

Johnny is quick to disappear with Haechan’s usual fling, one of the many gorgeous women he keeps around for whenever he gets bored. Humans do have a few things they do well, and Haechan is always on edge and ready for a warm mouth or eager hand.

But not tonight.

“This really makes you mad huh?” Mark sighs. He and Haechan are close, even though they sometimes have their differences.

“Why don’t you just kill her?” Yuta asks, speaking for the first time since he’d shown up an hour ago. Yuta likes to watch, he’s not one for small talk on nights out, because every night out is a hunt for demons like Yuta.

Haechan stiffens as Yuta’s predatory gaze narrows in on you, unaware of the danger you’re in as you make a cocktail.

“I want to break her.” Haechan mumbles, turning to look down at his drink, his back to you.

Yuta understands Haechan’s need, breaking pretty girls is a favourite pass time of his as well.

Mark takes one last look at you, deeming you as good as dead, he only wonders how long it will be until you’re wrapped around Haechan’s finger, “have fun,” he muses.

Haechan shoots his drink, “I will.”

You’ve always heard rumours, working at a top club in the city. Your old boss, Kai, and now this new man, Haechan, have reputations. Gang connections. And there have always been stories about the gangs in your city.

The brutality here, well, it’s not like other places.

The satanic imagery, upside down cross graffiti every block or so downtown, it’s too religious to be meaningless.

Red eyes glowing in alleyways, none that you’ve seen yourself, until tonight.

Haechan’s face is unmistakeable, eyes a deep crimson colour as he shoves your attacker against the alley wall.

It had happened so fast. You’d taken the trash out, and someone had grabbed you from behind, Haechan had appeared out of nowhere, tearing the man from you.

“Sir-” the man in your boss’s grip opens his mouth to explain, but Haechan doesn’t want to hear it, a blade flashing in the limited lighting as he whips it out of his pocket and across the man’s neck.

A scream leaves your lips before you cover your mouth with your hand, backing up as Haechan turns to look at you.

His eyes are still red, but the blood splattering his cheek is black, blending into his suit, but the white shirt underneath betrays his deed. And yet, he still looks beautiful.

The body seems to melt, turning into a black puddle that merges with the water in the alleyway.

Without another word, you turn and run back into the club, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it.

Haechan’s in a new outfit when he joins the VIP table again. Most of the club is empty, it being after closing time. There are few people left, bouncers and workers, although you’re the last bartender.

You can’t help but watch Haechan, leaning forward and whispering with the two men at VIP. They’re both gorgeous, and you wonder if they’re demon’s too. Black eyes watch you over Haechan’s shoulder and you look away, feeling your skin get warmer.

Haechan is telling them about the alteration in the alley.

What now?

You should have run when you had the chance, instead of just going back to your tasks. You must be crazy. Your boss is a demon for God’s sake.

Haechan wonders if you’re stupid, crazy or just insanely brave, so do Doyoung and Taeyong.

“Kill her.” Doyoung states, watching the younger demon grit his teeth in anger.

“No, she’s mine.” Haechan says with just as much conviction, “She won’t say anything.”

“What makes you sure?” Taeyong asks.

“I bought her a collar on her second day and she didn’t quit,” Haechan points out, “she needs the money, everyone has a price remember?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes at the saying, having always hated the younger demon’s arrogance. Haechan assumes he can buy anything, and Doyoung prefers more ‘class’.

“Leave.” Haechan says, standing, “the club is closed.”

Taeyong laughs at Haechan’s brattiness, grabbing Doyoung and dragging him from the booth. The bouncers watch the two VIP’s leave, and one look from Haechan tells them they’re dismissed as well.

Soon it’s just you and your ‘boss’. He loudly walks down from VIP, and you try not to look up as he approaches the bar. He sits down, leaning forward, and watching you.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask, unsure what else to say.

Haechan smirks at you, “Whiskey, top shelf baby, two shot glasses.”

You sigh but follow through, setting the bottle and the glasses down in front of him. Haechan pours two shots, holding one out for you.

“You’re my boss.” you tell him.

He shrugs, “so?”

“So this is inappropriate.”

“I bought this whole fucking club just to be able to have a drink with you, and now you say I can’t because it’s inappropriate.” Haechan scoffs.

“I-” You don’t know what to say. You’d assumed he’d bought the club to be a dick to you like this, but hearing him confirm it is something else. For someone to have that kind of money-

“If I’m not your boss, you’ll have a drink with me?” he asks, tilting his head at you in an almost submissive way, “or maybe I can give you something else?”

You lick your lips, mind jumping ahead of yourself, imagining what he could be offering you...

Your boss smirks, able to sense your sinful musings, but instead he takes the conversation in a new direction, not wanting to risk being rejected again, “answers to questions?” he suggests, pulling the knife from his pants and setting it on the bar top. The blade is clean.

You swallow thickly, unsure how this man can make you feel so many different emotions in such quick succession. Annoyance, arousal, fear-

“You’re a demon.” you say.

Haechan grins, “that’s a statement kitten.” he picks up his knife, pointing it towards you and tapping your name tag where it’s pinned to your shirt, “wish you’d worn the collar instead.”

Your heart is racing in your chest at how unpredictable this man is. But, he’d saved you outside, so that meant he won’t hurt you... right?

“What do you want from me?” you ask.

Haechan smirks, “right now, I want you to have this drink.” he pushes the shot towards you.

“And later?”

He shrugs, “later you can go home. But tomorrow, you’ll stop treating me like your boss, and I’ll reinstate Kai, be less... hand’s on.” his eyes rake over your body and he raises his shot, waiting for you to toast with him and agree.

Kai. You feel bad he sold the club just because you had drawn Haechan’s eye.

“Fine.” you say, lifting your own shot glass.

The alcohol burns as it runs down your throat, and Haechan enjoys the small face of disgust you make.

“One last thing,” Haechan says, drawing your attention, “admit you like me.”

You scoff, shaking your head.

“I’ll give you a raise.”

“How much?”

“Double it.” he answers.

“I like you.” you say, monotone as you go back to cleaning the bar.

Haechan smiles as he watches you, enjoying the view, “don’t tell anyone about the alleyway or I’ll have to kill you.” he says, “Doyoung wanted me to earlier, but I told him no.”

You’re frozen, the atmosphere having changed too quickly for your liking, although Haechan’s voice is almost wistful. He can talk about life and death so easily, as if you’re continued survival is just a simple choice for him.

You hear him take another shot and stand up, “I’ll break you soon enough.” Haechan says, “get home safe kitten, see you tomorrow.”

Your friends have dragged you to a club, not your own, thank god, and they want to have a wild night. You stand near the bar with them, nursing your drink. Some of the men are attractive, but for whatever reason you can’t stop thinking about Haechan.

It’s been a week since you found out Haechan is a demon, and he’d promised to see you the next day... only he’d never shown. You can’t stop thinking about him, even though there are plenty of men who would jump at the chance to dance with you.

“Y/N,” your best friend yells over the music, forcing a shot into your hand, “let’s go dance!”

You soon find yourself lost in the music on the dance floor, hips swaying rhythmically. You feel free, hands thrown up above your head, a huge smile on your face.

A body presses up behind you, and you turn your head, brows furrowing, ready to fight whoever is touching you. “it’s just me kitten.” Haechan’s hands roam over your hips, fingers digging in so he can force you to move the way he wants you to.

You can feel his cock pressing against your ass, and you reach behind you, lacing your fingers in Haechan’s hair. His lips are so close to your neck, you can feel his breath, but he simply smiles, refusing to kiss you.

He wants you begging for it, after making him work so hard for you. He’s never had to lift a finger before, but for you? He bought a whole club and killed one of his workers.

You press back against him, realizing two can play this game, and you can get him just as needy as he’s getting you. Haechan turns you around, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing your head back, exposing your neck to him as his thigh pushes up between your legs.

His other hand wraps around your throat and you grab at his wrist pathetically, enjoying the closeness, enjoying the danger, “beg for it.” Haechan growls, his lips nearly brushing yours.

You smirk, “no.”

Haechan’s eyes narrow and for a moment his grip on your neck tightens, you feel his thigh flex where it’s buried between your thighs. Your lips part and now it’s Haechan’s turn to smile, “I can feel how fucking wet you are kitten.” he tells you, his tongue dancing across your jaw lightly, sending goosebumps across your skin.

You stay quiet and Haechan laughs, releasing you completely. He doesn’t even say anything, just leaves, and you’re left breathless. Your body is cold, missing his heat, pussy throbbing around nothing.

No matter who approaches you the rest of the night, you can’t shake the need to find Haechan, although it’s obvious he’s gone. You’re left unsatisfied, fingers nowhere near as fulfilling as you imagine Haechan would be.

You clean slowly, hoping that Haechan will come out of the office to say something to you. You haven’t seen him since the club incident, and you’re shocked he’s still in the club now, having sent Kai home early for whatever reason. Is Kai even your boss? Is Haechan? Everything feels muddled.

You consider going to his office to say goodnight, would it go against your pride?

You look up and notice Haechan looking out at you, his office has a view of the entire bar. His suit jacket is missing, his hands shoved into his pants, he looks relaxed, but still alert.

When you’re done cleaning, you grab your purse, putting your head down and deciding to follow your instincts. Haechan is waiting for you in the doorway to the office, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face, “need something kitten?”

“Did you follow me to the club on Saturday?” you ask.

Haechan laughs, “you think you’re that important?” he turns his back to you, going back to his desk.

“Yeah. I do. I’m not sure why though.” you answer, confidence flaring through you. Haechan’s body is stiff and you know you’ve touched on something.

“Me neither.” Haechan says, taking a seat and putting his feet up on the table, his hands moving behind his head, then he smirks, “Did you make yourself cum that night after trying to fuck my thigh kitten?”

You’re shocked by his vulgarity, and you swallow thickly. You nod, looking down with shame.

Haechan laughs, “Bet it wasn’t enough though was it?” he asks, standing and resting his palms flat on Kai’s desk.

You shake your head, “no, needed you.”

“Then come here kitten.” Haechan holds out his hand for you, “don’t make me ask you again.” his eyes darken and you’re reminded of the danger.

He’s so close to having you, his skin hot with anticipation. Each step you take brings him closer and closer to getting what he needs-

You stop and Haechan’s hand closes, falling to his side, a growl rising in his throat.

“You come here.” You say.

Haechan grabs your waist and drags you to his chest roughly, turning you and throwing you onto the table. With one harsh movement he shoves everything off of the surface, then grabs at your jeans, unbuttoning them, “tell me to stop.” he says gruffly, eyes darting up at you.

You say nothing, lifting your hips to help him pull your jeans and panties off of your legs.

Haechan is not the type to ever give without expecting, but for you? His eyes dart to your core, and he licks his lips- for you, he’d do anything.

His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the table as he sits in the chair, his face level with your core.

“Please-” it’s a small whimper, barely audible, but it’s enough to send Haechan into a frenzy. He loves making you ask for things, loves it when you break down for him.

His face dives into your pussy, free hand pushing your chest so you land with your back on the table. You’re fully spread for him, and Haechan couldn’t be happier, his skilled tongue lapping at you messily.

You reach for the man between your legs, grasping at his hair. A tingle of pleasure runs through you when he moans, enjoying the tug of your digits through his messy locks.

You can tell he’s enjoying this, and it makes the whole thing even sexier.

His hands move to your hips again, holding you down as he builds your orgasm, thumbs smoothing over your skin. His tongue is deadly flicking your clit, lips suctioning around the sensitive bud and making you whine louder.

“I’m gonna-” You begin to warn him of your impending orgasm only for Haechan to pull his face away from your core.

“Going to cum without permission?” he tuts, tone dark.

You shake your head, “please?”

Haechan laughs, slipping two fingers into your core and watching with interest as they come out coated in your slick, “no.”

“No?” you sit up on your elbows, looking down at the demon. He offers his fingers to you and you suck them off greedily, waiting for further instruction.

“You rejected my offer of having a drink three times, so I think I’m going to do the same.” Haechan tells you, “but,” he slips his fingers from your mouth, sitting back in his chair and smoothing his hands over his thighs, “you can always make yourself cum.”

“It won’t be the same-” you begin to argue but it just makes Haechan smile wider.

“I know that kitten.”

Your pussy twitches at the pet name, body screaming at you to chase your release.

You follow your instincts, ignoring the way your skin flushes with shame as you get up and move to straddle the demon. His hands settle on your hips as you situate his thigh between your legs, his grip forcing you down.

“So wet,” Haechan breathes, one hand snaking up to your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes, “so messy.”

You whine when he bobs his leg up and down, urging you to begin to move. Your clit throbs as you press it against the fabric of his pants, hips shuddering. You’re so close, so worked up from the teasing.

Haechan watches you with a look of amusement, his lips so close-

You realize you haven’t even kissed him yet, although you’re half naked and riding his thigh. Your eyes dart down to his plump lips and you whine. Haechan can read you like an open book and he smirks, “does kitten want a kiss?” he asks.

You nod, moving forward to press your lips to his- but his hand on your neck keeps you just out of reach.

“You don’t deserve it.” Haechan growls.

Everything happens quickly, and you guess it has to do with his demonic strength and speed, which are utilized to lift you and turn you around. Your back is suddenly to his chest, his hands on your hips as he forces you down onto his thigh. He smiles against your neck when you begin to mewl, one of his hands moving up to pull your bra and shirt down, releasing a nipple that he pinches roughly.

The stimulation of all of these things throws you over the edge, and as you whine out Haechan’s name- he stops, pinning your hands in his grip at the front of your body. Your body freezes for a moment before your hips begin to move on their own accord, doing the only thing you can to prolong the orgasm without use of your hands, but not satisfying you the way his motions had. You ride his thigh pitifully, his breath hot against your neck as you whimper and whine your way through your orgasm.

When you finally stop moving, chest heaving with each breath, you’re disappointed. Haechan releases you from his grip, “what’s wrong kitten?” he says, voice teasing.

“Need you.” you whimper, too overcome by endorphins to really be thinking coherently. You can feel his cock straining against his pants behind you, and your mouth waters at how big he feels, you can’t wait for him to just slip inside of you-

“Three rejections.” Haechan says, pushing you so you’re on wobbly feet, your hands bracing yourself against the table. Haechan stands behind you, it would be so easy for him to just take his cock out and- “You’re going to be begging for my cock, crying for it, and then, maybe if you’re good for me, I’ll give you what you need.”

His fingers ghost over your pussy, collecting your wetness before pushing it back into you, a moan leaving your lips. Haechan removes his fingers and a smack lands against your ass, another sinful sound leaving your lips, “now get dressed and go home, try not to miss me too much when you make yourself cum on your small fingers tonight, we both know they’ll never be enough.”

You can’t even think of anything else, eyes darting to VIP with every free moment. Haechan is ignoring you, and it’s just making the ache between your legs get worse.

How long does he think he can make you wait?

How many nights are you going to go to sleep, having cum on your fingers or a toy, but still left unsatisfied?

He makes you blood boil.

Haechan finally looks over at you when you’re nearly done with your shift, his gaze lingering. When he goes to his office, you can’t even fight with yourself, following the demon and shutting the door behind you.

“Your work was sloppy tonight.” Haechan says from where he’s standing behind the desk, a glass of rum already between his fingers.

“I need you.” you tell him, leaning back against the door, waiting for rejection number two, maybe if you just get these small ‘rejections’ over with, he’ll finally fuck you.

Haechan’s eyes scan over your body and he takes a sip of his drink, “you want to cum princess?”

You nod.

Haechan shrugs, coming around the front of the desk. He leans against it slightly, then looks down at his shoes, leather, expensive, “you ruined my pants last time with that filthy pussy of yours, so if you’re so desperate to cum today, I guess you can ride my shoe.”

“Your shoe.” you repeat his words back to him.

Haechan smirks, “unless you don’t want to cum?”

You approach him quickly, meeting his gaze and that shit eating smile as you undo your jeans, wiggling free of them. “keep your panties on princess.” Haechan instructs and you do as you’re told, getting on the ground once you’re nearly half naked.

You swallow thickly, and then decide to challenge Haechan. You can deal with these ‘rejections’, you can deal with his attitude, hell, you can even deal with getting yourself off on his shoe if it means he’s going to split you in half another time... but you can’t deal with being so close to his already hard cock and just expected to ignore it.

Your hands go to his belt buckle and Haechan immediately grabs you, stopping your motions, “what are you doing?” he hisses, control gone.

“I want to make you cum too.” you tell him, looking up at the demon with your best pouty face, “I need your cock, please-”

Haechan licks his lips.

You look so fucking good. Kneeling on the floor, ready to get yourself off on his shoe, and now needy for his cock?

Haechan lets go of your hands, saying nothing as you continue your task. His cock strains against his briefs, and when you finally release it, Haechan let’s out a soft sound. Your pussy pulses in reaction and you lick your lips, inspecting his gorgeous cock.

He’s bigger than you expected, and thicker too.

You start by licking a stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, noting how Haechan’s grip on the table intensifies, knuckles turning white. He watches you with interest, “you love cock huh?” he asks.

“Just yours.” you answer.

It’s true to some extent. You’ve never been this needy before, never wanted to make a man putty in your hands the way you want to make Haechan melt. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and the moan he releases goes straight to your pussy.

Your free hand moves between your legs, fingers meeting your clit. Your own moan sends vibrations up Haechan’s cock and he shivers, his hand reaching out so his fingers can latch to your hair, forcing you farther down on him.

You relax your jaw, suctioning your lips as best you can as you swirl your tongue around his head.

Haechan pulls you off of his cock and you take a deep gulp of air, Haechan watches the saliva bridge connecting your lips to his hard on, and he groans. He loves sloppy head, loves it when a girl worships him, and you’re checking all of his boxes, although he’d never admit it to you.

As soon as he’s satisfied that you’ve had enough air, (with humans he can never tell, you’re all so fragile), he slips his cock back past your lips.

Haechan’s head lols back and he allows a few sounds to leave his throat, eyes closed as he enjoys you. Has he ever had head like this? He’s been blown more times than he can count, but there’s something about you and your mouth- he can’t explain it, can’t possibly account for it.

“Bet you’re just gushing on your own fingers huh baby?” Haechan asks, looking down at you again, “how many fingers are you fucking yourself with? Ine? Two?” you moan and Haechan smirks, “add a third, they’ll never be enough, I’m a lot bigger than your three tiny fingers kitten.”

You groan around his cock, knowing it’s true. You can barely fit half of him in your mouth, your right hand gripping his base and working him up and down with what you can’t reach with your tongue.

Your third finger is a snug fit inside of you, and you don’t even know where to focus, on Haechan’s cock, or on your own digits working yourself closer to orgasm. You’re so wet, panties inhibiting the motions of your fingers, everything is sticky, sinful and dirty.

Haechan angles his foot up, leather brushing your fingers where they’re buried in your core, panties haphazardly pushed to the side to accommodate your hand.

“When you cum, you’re going to cum on my shoe, not your fingers, do you understand?” Haechan asks, his own orgasm nearing completion as you suck diligently on him.

Another wasted orgasm, you don’t know if you can even take it-

“Fuck,” Haechan groans, grabbing your face so he can fuck into you at his own pace, chasing his orgasm, “and you’re going to swallow all of me like the good kitten you are.”

Your throat spasms around his cock when he goes particularly deep, and it is in that moment that both of you explode. You don’t take your fingers from your core, plunging them faster to match Haechan’s pace as he fucks your face, ropes of his cum running down your throat.

When he pulls away, he clicks his tongue, “you didn’t follow my rules.”

You remove your fingers from your core, looking up apologetically at Haechan who does up his pants, eyes dark as they stare you down.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t-”

Haechan reaches down and tugs you to your feet. For the second time this week, he throws you onto the table, situating his face between your legs.

You’re sensitive from your orgasm, and a scream leaves your lips when he attacks your clit with his tongue. Your fingers thread through his hair, hips lifting only to be held down by Haechan’s strong hands.

You’re quickly worked to the edge again, Haechan’s tongue alternating between flicking your clit and teasing you by just dipping inside your core.

“I’m gonna cum-” you pant, grip tightening in Haechan’s hair, “please make me cum-”

Your eyes snap open when his grip latches onto your wrists. He stands up quickly, bending over the table, pinning your hands above your head, then two of his fingers enter your core, unmoving.

“Fuck my fingers princess, make yourself cum.” Haechan instructs.

Your hips begin to move and you try to get some friction. You teeter on the edge for a few moments, so close to your release. All you need is a bit of movement from him, if he would just fuck you a little-

Haechan laughs, pulling his fingers from your core and leaving you empty, pulsing around nothing, “not fast enough.”

“Please.” you feel tears in your eyes, “please fuck me, I need you, I need to cum-”

Haechan looks at you, and it takes every inch of self control in his entire body not to tear all your clothes off and fuck you until you’re screaming his name for the whole club to hear.

“No.” the word hangs heavily in the room, breaking the sound of you trying to catch your breath.

Haechan watches more tears leave your eyes, more whimpers and pleas escaping your lips, your hands clutching at him, trying to pull him closer-

Haechan removes himself from your grip, “when you’re ready, get dressed and go home, you don’t get to cum again until I say so.”

Your pussy clenches at his words. You’re not sure how long he’s going to make you wait, only that you’re going insane. Masterbation hasn’t been the same since you had his lips on your core, since he made you ride his thigh, your fingers aren’t the same.

Haechan leaves the room, and after a little while, you collect yourself. Leaving the club, skin still flushed, tummy tight, you try not to look at Haechan, who has rejoined his friends in VIP as if nothing ever happened.

His laughter is obnoxious, and it sets your teeth on edge as you finish up your work. You try not to look up towards the VIP section, but it’s hard not to.

Models.

One of Haechan’s friends had shown up with models.

You can feel the anger boiling in your body, and you’re ready to practically explode. Haechan has two cute girls with him, one under each arm, and when you’d looked over, one had been kissing his neck.

“Done for the night.” you tell the bartender who’s staying on until closing.

“Plans?” she asks.

You look out at the crowd, “I’m going to dance.” you tell her.

You’ve been working at this club for months, but you’ve never actually danced here. You’ve kept a clean dress in your locker all this time, and never had a reason to use it, but you do now.

Inspecting yourself in the staff bathroom mirror, you note how the dress hugs your curves. Then you look down at the Kitten collar, it had shown up in your locker a week after Haechan had initially tried to give it to you, and now, it’s looking awfully inviting.

You fasten it around your throat, noting at how the pink sets off your skin. Even you have to admit that you look amazing.

When you get onto the dance floor, you don’t bother to look towards VIP. You can feel Haechan watching you, and it just pushes you to be more provocative with your movements, hips swaying to the beat.

Hands quickly land on your hips, and you don’t even bother looking behind you. It’s not Haechan, but it still feels nice. If he wants to be a tease, rubbing models in your face while you’re at work, you can be a tease too.

Lips press against your neck, the first kiss you’ve had in what feels like months, although you had Haechan’s cock in your mouth just two days ago. It feels nice to be wanted, and you push back against the man who has a hold on you.

The hands let go of your waist and you wait for him to do something, when he doesn’t, you turn, eager to see who you’ve been grinding against, and you’re shocked to be met with red eyes.

Haechan is standing there, having pushed the other man aside and taken his place. The man who had been touching you is gone, and forgotten, you’re lost in Haechan’s dark expression.

He looks upset, eyes narrowed, and he licks his lips.

You’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly your lips are pressed together. Haechan’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, his tongue pushing into your mouth and making you gasp.

Your fingers dig into his hair, and even though you’re as close as you can be to each other, it’s not close enough. “more,” you whine against Haechan’s mouth and he smirks, one hand snaking down to roughly grab your ass, “fuck me,” you breath, pressing eager kisses against Haechan’s pretty neck as he laughs at you.

You’re practically humping his thigh, which has once again found it’s way between your legs, and you’re holding onto him like he’s your last hope at survival. Haechan is living for the feeling of power coursing through his veins.

“Where do you want me to fuck you kitten?” he asks, grabbing your face roughly and forcing you to look at him, “on the bar? Where everyone can watch?” his gaze slides to the metaphorical wall that you’ve been hiding behind, your work space, “or maybe my office,” his considers it, “how about VIP? Bet you’ve never been up there before baby. But you’re going to let me fuck you up there, you know why?” his fingers dig into your hair, pulling and making you mewl, “because I own you, Kitten.” his gaze momentarily moves to the collar on your neck, “like I own this club. Like I own these people.” he waves his hand around, “mine.”

“But-”

“But what kitten?” he smirks, “you don’t want everyone watching me ruin you?”

He wouldn’t actually follow through with it. Now that he thinks of it, Haechan wants to be the only one who can look at you, the only one who can touch. He considers closing the club early. All it would take is an order and he could kick everyone out, but one glance at the clock tells him the club closes in an hour anyways. He can find things to do for an hour before he bends you over your bar and fucks you until you can’t walk.

Like the third rejection, he is entitled to one more denied orgasm. He could have you begging for it-

Haechan turns and moves off the dance floor, not even reaching for you, but some invisible tether drags at the collar on your neck, forcing you to follow the demon. You had had no idea the collar was demonic or you may not have dared to put it on.

Haechan takes you up to the office, a place you’re beginning to love. The blinds are closed, giving the two of you some added privacy, but the flashing lights flood through, illuminating the space in purples, blues and pinks.

The moment the door is closed behind you, he has you pressed to it, his lips once again on yours.

You’re not sure where to touch him, wanting to feel everything; his hair, his shoulders, his cock stiffening against your waist-

His hands dig into your thighs, lifting you and pinning you to the door. He grinds against your core, panties exposed by your dress now shoved up to your bum, Haechan’s fingers kneading the flesh there roughly.

Haechan growls against your neck, sucking a mark into your skin just above the collar and under your ear. His teeth hurt as they scrape across your throat, but you don’t even mind, gasping at the shocks that run through you.

You’re so wet, because you know tonight is the night. He’s kissing you, he’s letting you in, he’s going to fuck you. Nothing else has ever mattered more. You’re desperate, mind fuzzy at the mere thought of him finally fucking you, and Haechan knows it.

He’s broken you.

But why does he want to burry his face between your thighs? Why doesn’t he want to chase his own release and revel in your worship of him? The thought of your pussy makes Haechan lick his lips, and then he’s carrying you to the table.

“Please fuck me,” you whine, already knowing where this is headed the moment he sits down in his chair, his eyes glued to your core.

“I will.” he says.

“Now,” you clarify, pouting down at the man who’s been driving you insane.

“After.” Haechan shoves the material of your dress up, fingers hooking in your panties and tearing them off your legs. You note how he puts them in his back pocket and you moan, eyes closing as you prepare yourself for his mouth.

The smallest of kitten licks makes your legs shudder, the chord of anticipation snapping through your body, grip tightening where you’re holding onto your dress as your waist. Haechan laughs, his breath fanning across your entrance and making you mewl.

“So sensitive.” he coos.

A month ago, you wouldn’t have been fucking him.

A month ago, you wouldn’t have nearly came just from a lick.

A month ago, you would have fought back and told him that this was his doing. That it was his fault for not making you cum all week, that he’d ruined masterbation for you, and that you are afraid you are going to be addicted to his cock even though he hasn’t even blessed you with it yet. You have already dreamed of what it was like to suck him off; the pretty sounds, and the way he looked with his head lolled back-

“You’re dripping.” Haechan draws you out of your day dream.

“I’m gonna cum.” you tell him, ashamed that you’re on edge from simply having his attention focused on you.

A small chuckle leaves Haechan’s mouth. He can’t keep this orgasm away from you. You’re a mess on his desk, completely submitting to him. “you’ve been so good for me.” Haechan breathes, licking his lips.

For the first time in his demonic life, he shows mercy.

You grab at him as Haechan’s face moves between your legs, and he laces his fingers with yours, pinning your hands to your hips to hold you still as his lips wrap around your clit. His entire mouth covers your pussy, tongue and lips moving as he devours you.

Your body spasms, orgasm smashing into you. The scream that leaves your lips shocks even you, and you’re sure someone has to have heard it over the loud house music out on the dance floor bellow. Your legs squeeze around Haechan’s head, fingers grasping his tightly, but it only seems to push him to go harder, his attention focusing on your clit even as waves of pleasure course through you.

You try to push him away because of the sensitivity, but Haechan won’t budge, and your body screams at you. Tears fall down your cheeks and you hold onto Haechan’s hands like they’re your life line.

When he finally pulls away from your core, you slump against the desk, chest heaving. Your mind and your body are completely numb.

Haechan looks down at you. He’s always found humans to be frail, and he’s never enjoyed breaking one the way he just enjoyed making you cum until you cried.

Haechan’s eyes move to the clock.

You hear Haechan mutter a curse word, and you hear his footsteps as he leaves the office. You can’t even bring yourself to care, pulling your dress back down to cover yourself.

You think you pass out, for a few minutes at least, but your eyes open when you hear someone enter the room again.

It’s Haechan, his suit jacket gone, a glass of water in his hands. He approaches you and you sit up, inspecting the pristine looking man who just gave you the best orgasm of your life.

Haechan notes the dark spot on your neck that he’d marked earlier. Your eyes are lidded, and you accept the water he gives you without a second thought, sipping it and taking deep breaths.

“Thank you.” you say once you’ve collected yourself, “for letting me cum.”

Haechan laughs, shaking his head at you. He doesn’t say anything. He wonders if you know how dangerous you are. How much control you have over him already.

He decides you don’t really know how much he likes you, and he intends to keep it that way. Besides, Haechan enjoys being a dick to you, he’s a demon after all.

Haechan moves to the windows and you realize the light in the room is no longer disco coloured, but just regular light from above you. The blinds move up when Haechan hits a button, and you look out at the now empty club.

“Did I really pass out for that long?” you ask in confusion, standing on wobbly legs and setting the cup of water down to join Haechan by the glass.

Haechan shakes his head, “closed early.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Haechan turns to you, “I told you I’m going to fuck you in VIP.” He moves quickly towards the door, and just like earlier, the collar around your throat tugs you with him. You stumble forwards, almost falling to your knees, but you catch yourself. Haechan doesn’t look back at you as you walk through the empty club.

When you reach the stairs leading to VIP, a literal raised platform for only the most elite members of the club, you notice how fast your heart is racing. Haechan takes a seat on the center couch, his arms and legs spreading as he gets comfortable, eyes on where you wait near the top of the stairs.

“Is kitten shy now?” Haechan asks, and your collar tugs you forward.

You’re not shy, not exactly. You’re just remember Haechan sitting here with two models while you worked.

Haechan notes the shift in your eyes, the emotion, and he laughs, “Angry? about what? Didn’t I just make you cum so hard you passed out?”

He has a point. Haechan makes a come hither motion, and you’re pulled towards him, falling with a final harsh tug that has you landing in his lap, straddling the demon. He looks up at you with dark eyes, “weren’t you just begging for my cock?” he asks, forcing you to rub down on his length, he’d taken your panties earlier, and your core directly presses to his pants, your clit catching slightly on something, and you whimper, still sensitive from his mouth.

Haechan smirks, “that’s what I thought.”

His hands go to the bottom of your dress and he pulls it up, tossing it onto another couch as his hands go to your hips. All this time it’s been half nudity, tearing at each other’s clothes, being too lazy to take everything off, too in the moment, but Haechan wants to savour this. He wants to see you.

You’re breathing deeply, watching Haechan lick his lips as he looks at your boobs, still covered by a bra. You remember that Haechan likes forcing you to do things, or likes to be begged into motions, you don’t feel like begging this early.

You push down against his cock, rolling your hips as your hands steady you on his shoulders. A small groan leaves Haechan’s lips, and one of his hands snakes up your back, unclasping the bra quickly. You remove it and as soon as it’s gone Haechan latches his lips onto your nipple.

Your fingers find his hair and your hips continue to rock while he nibbles on your sensitive nub, making you moan loudly.

“Haechan, please fuck me.” you moan, tugging at his hair to make him look up at you.

His lips are pouty and you can see the lust in his eyes, it’s the most vulnerable he’s ever looked with you, and it makes you even wetter.

Haechan stands up and flips your positions, laying you with your back on the couch as he quickly discards his shirt, undoing his belt next. You watch, biting your lip impatiently.

As soon as his cock is free, you grab at him, pulling him down on top of you before he can even get his pants off, “fuck me,” you whine in his ear, lips latching onto the golden skin of his neck, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

You feel his cock slide against your pussy and shiver just from that, giving Haechan enough room to reach between your bodies and-

He smacks the head of his cock against your clit, dragging it along your entrance and coating it with your slick but not pushing in, “maybe you don’t deserve it.” he says.

“Please.” you feel tears welling in your eyes again, “I’ll do anything-”

Haechan takes one look at you, already breaking down for him, no fight, just immediate submission, and a wave of euphoria surges through his body. He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes all the way in.

He’s big, and thick, the stretch making you dig your nails into his shoulders, a scream on your lips as your pussy clenches around the new intrusion. Haechan’s lips are on your neck, his breath warm, making you tingle. He pulls almost out of you and then snaps back in, getting a grip on the couch as he begins to plow into you.

Sounds leave your lips with each thrust, and you feel the wetness around your entrance, you know you’re dripping onto the sofa but you don’t care. Haechan can pay for it.

You pull at Haechan’s hair and he groans, lips moving from your neck to your mouth, his tongue invading eagerly. HIs teeth bite down on your bottom lip and a sinful sound escapes you, your pussy throbbing around him. He feels so good, better than you even imagined.

He’s so big, filling you in every way your fingers never could. You can feel each vein, and each drag of his cock against your walls has you panting, nails digging into Haechan’s shoulders as you hold him tighter.

You’ve been needing him for so long that your embarrassingly close just from the mere size of him. He’s right, your fingers will never again compare.

“Cum for me baby,” Haechan says, pulling away from your mouth so he can pin your head to the couch with a hand on your throat.

Your eyes close and you focus on the pressure of his hand, your body pulsing with each heart beat, Haechan filling you up over and over-

The chord in your stomach snaps and your body shakes, Haechan’s grip tightening on your neck and taking away any noises as your pussy clamps down on him.

Haechan wants to hold back, to keep fucking you, to make you cum over and over again- but your pussy is too good. Too tight. Too everything he’s been needing for weeks, he lets go of your neck and a large moan leaves your lips-

Haechan’s head lolls back as he cums, hips aggressively smashing into yours with every thrust as he rides it out, the sounds you’re making just edge him on, until his hips come to a stop.

He’s breathing heavily and he looks absolutely angelic, but when he opens his eyes, they’re red, and you’re once again reminded of the being in front of you.

There’s something soft in his eyes though. You look at him and he looks at you.

Haechan pulls out of you, grabbing you his dress shirt to throw on while he does up his pants and collapses onto the couch next to you. “tell me something about you?”

you laugh, “something? anything in specific?”

Haechan shakes his head, a small smile working its way onto his lips, “nothing specific. I want to know everything.”

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