#that they just brought the egg in for a season

[just-your-average-supervillain]

Some thoughts on the first part of Canto 8

There seems to be something regarding Hong Lu "fading" as he stays in H Corp. I'm curious as to what that means; is it similar to how the literary Baoyu had his mind grow fogged after losing his jade?

Interesting to see that Baochai is openly arranged to Hong Lu even as Daiyu still lives. I'm curious as to how the story is going to change in regards to that.

"That day" seems like it's going to be extremely important to the Canto as a whole... Garion's massacre of the previous H Corp leaves its scars on everyone. The Kong family being destroyed and leaving Qiu an outcast, Hong Lu apparently not saving someone that Jia Huan cared about immensely, Hong Lu's own detached and futile opinion of the world... it really puts into perspective that Arbiters are always going to be a majorly traumatizing experience.

Hong Lu's father seems a lot more caring than his literary version's father. I guess that with Huan's own connections, he doesn't need to go through Hong Lu's family to get at him, he can just send his own assassins.

So, we're absolutely gonna get that drunken fist guy as one of next week's Identities, right? I'll hazard a guess and say that it's gonna be assigned to Meursault or maybe Faust or Ryoshu? He's a pretty clear Bleed Identity, so you have to factor that into things.

The Thumb rocking up just to antagonize Ryoshu raises some pretty interesting facts; it seems like most of the Fingers are unaware of the exact circumstances of what went down, given that the guy seems to think Ryoshu's daughter is still alive. Also, it seems like there's some weird shit going on in the Pinky based on Ryoshu's comment reacting to the guy talking about her... daddies? There seems to be some overlap between Fingers given how the guy seems to imply that he taught Ryoshu swordfighting. Also, I think we can nix the theory that only Sinners with metal name plates have fake names while ID cards have real names, given that he calls her Yoshihide.

I suspect that the abnormality egg that Huan brought to demonstrate his progress on the path to immortality belongs to the dragon abnormality that Hong Lu's Seasonal EGO originates from. That and Xue Pan having talisman-bearing corpses makes me think that the Seasonal abnormalities are gonna get set loose on us to fight.

I wonder what EGO suits are gonna be used by the rest of Hermann's faction? Huan seems to have something bee-related and Gubo clearly has a Fell Bullet EGO Suit, but I'm kinda curious as to what they'll give Nelly or Ahab, presuming Ahab lost her EGO along with her crew.

It's neat to see that Qiu seems to have collected some former Library Guests. I wonder if we're gonna get Identities or maybe just fight against the Night Awls and Jeong's Office?

I wonder what Qiu knows about Limbus Company, given how he seems weirdly informed about everything that goes on. Also I'm like 90% certain that he's gonna be the final boss.

I'm really excited to see how Hong Lu fucking Loses It and distorts, given how detached he seems from Daiyu.

Overall, it seems like there are going to be a lot of callbacks in this Canto. Garion's destruction of H Corp, the survivors of the Library, that one guy bringing in a Bloodbag... I can kinda see why Yin and Yang might be the inspirations for this Season's main EGO.

[thepurplebow]

What if grian found the egg from the dsmp?

Unfiltered(?) And solid black lineart:

[rebeccathenaturalist]

This is such a cool story! Conservation of endangered species cants heavily toward animals and then plants, but you rarely see efforts to try to help endangered fungi, lichenized or otherwise. Part of this is because many fungi are very difficult to propagate, particularly those that have mycorrhizal relationships with plants, and so the best way to save them is to protect critical habitat for those species. Moreover, fungi that produce fruiting bodies like mushrooms are only really easy to observe during their relatively short fruiting season, so unless you're searching the soil or other substrate for DNA traces, your window to actually survey rare fungi is quite short.

But lichens are different. They persist year after year, and so are easier to observe. Growing them is another story, though; most people who give it a try put fragments of a given lichen on a favorable substrate in a controlled environment and hope for the best. However, success is relatively rare in the long term as lichens are quite persnickety about their growing conditions.

So what about just moving the whole substrate? If you have lichens that conveniently grow on tree branches you could cut off piece of branch and then attach them to branches of the same species of tree elsewhere at the same height/sun exposure/humidity level, and hope that the lichens continue to produce spores that then find favorable substrates locally. But it's tougher to chip off chunks of rock and move them to new places, especially if you don't want them getting kicked around.

So it's really fascinating that these conservationists tried out all sorts of different glues to find the most lichen-friendly ones, and then glued them to new substrates in old parts of their range in the hope that they'll use their rhizines to attach themselves to their new homes. It shows how much detail we have to go into in habitat restoration and species conservation to try to replicate the best conditions for a given species to thrive, and how we can't just offer degraded habitats to our wildlife of various sorts and hope that they find it acceptable. Lichens like various Parmelia species or Evernia prunastri may not be as picky in their substrates, but for a rarer species like Gyalolechia fulgens, our task is to give them their Goldilocks substrate--just right. And sometimes helping them along involves a little bookbinding glue.

[cursedyuri]

a soft n smutty piece for fall coziness… <3 the changing seasons always make me feel melancholic and i feel like ellie would take care of r if she was the same :)

tw: depression, nsfw, 18+ only

the sun filters into your bedroom through the half-drawn curtains, a warm glow that paints everything golden. you stretch out under the covers, hand reaching for sunlight, palm open against the blankets as warmth envelops your fingers. numb with cold, you defrost.

even as your hand soaks in the warmth of the sun, guilt twists inside you, ice cold. the phone in the kitchen has rung out three separate calls today, shrill and blaring in the silence of your apartment; you've melted too deep into the mattress to answer. the kitchen may as well be miles away.

she’s probably worried, you fret. what if she thinks i’m dead? i need to call her back.

but as much as you want to force yourself to leave the comfort of your duvet, the you-shaped crater in the bed, you can’t do it. you just can’t.

you’re not surprised when you hear the sounds of your girlfriend’s arrival, ellie’s key scraping the lock before she swings the door open. you’d given her your spare key months ago. she’d only used it on days like this.

you hear the rustle of plastic, the harried zips and thumps of ellie removing her boots at the front door. and then she’s appearing in your doorway, her face twisted with worry; brows drawn together, lips turned downward. she looks heartbroken.

“baby,” she says, voice tinged with a cocktail of equal parts relief and concern, “god, i thought you were—”

“dead?” you interject. your voice softens when you add, “i’m okay, el. i’m sorry i didn’t pick up the phone.”

“no, it’s okay, don’t worry.” she pads over the worn carpet, plastic bag crinkling at her side as she approaches you on the bed. “i brought breakfast.”

she holds up the bag for emphasis; you can see three to-go boxes inside. the smell of hash browns and scrambled eggs and pancakes wafts out towards you, and you hate the way it makes your mouth water. she knows breakfast is your favorite. you can hardly resist it, even this late in the day, as the sun sets outside your window.

“thank you.” you smile up at her. it’s forced—it doesn’t meet your eyes. she notices, because she always does.

“you don’t have to eat right now,” she clarifies. hazel eyes swoop over the bed, appraising the blankets splayed out over you in disarray, and she hesitates. you hold out your hand for her in encouragement. “come here, ellie.”

so she does. she sets the bag of breakfast food on the nightstand, then climbs over you with a clumsiness that seeps through her caution. you smile. genuinely. and then she’s kissing you, soft lips pressed to yours as her auburn locks tickle your cheeks. the kiss is gentle and languid, slow and soft and encouraging. she tastes like home, and you realize you’ve been aching for this feeling all day, body numb in the confines of your bedroom. you lose yourself in her kiss, sighing deep through your nose. her tongue is warm and wet against your lower lip; she works your mouth open and licks into you, sending heat rushing to your belly where it pools like molten gold.

you’ve found yourself in a haze lately: a fog so thick that it blurs out all feeling, leaving you spent in the silence of your apartment even after days of doing nothing. days of just thinking.

but ellie breaks through the fog as her hands cup your face, thumbs brushing soothingly over the apples of your cheeks. her tongue slides deliciously over yours and you moan without thinking. she freezes for just a moment. she draws back and you nearly whine, eyes barely opening to peer up into his.

“we don’t have to do anything,” she assures you as she leans forward to kiss the bridge of your nose. “not if you’re feeling down.”

your heart swells with affection for her: her disheveled hair, her soft gaze, her flushed lips swollen from kissing. her consideration for you. her love.

“but i want to,” you breathe. “i want it, ellie.”

so she disappears into the crook of your neck, the warmth of her mouth sending a shiver rocking through you as she presses kisses to your sensitive skin. each kiss gets more heated, her lips parting to suckle on the flesh right over your pulse. you moan and she pauses before murmuring against your throat, “are you sure?”

you nod almost frantically. “i’m sure, i’m sure.”

it doesn’t take long for her to undress you, which you’re grateful for. she works your shirt off and rolls your panties down your thighs, her hands smoothing back up over the supple skin.

on days like this, when you’re hardly afloat in the tidal wave of your melancholy, she tends to hold you with gentle wariness, as if you’d shatter if she moved too quickly. and you love it. the obvious adoration in her gentleness, in the need to take things slow.

but you decide you don’t want that today.

when her face is within reach again, you pull her in for a heated kiss. it quickly evolves into all tongue and spit and teeth, your lips smacking audibly as you trail your hands down her sides. you grip the soft cotton of her shirt and slowly pull it upwards, exposing inch by inch of pale, freckled skin, and when your fingers brush over her ribs, you feel the slow shudder that afflicts her. her body responding so instantly to your touch makes you dizzy with arousal; that pool of heat in your stomach grows ever-larger. it doesn’t help that she’s touching you too, the calloused pads of her fingers delicious against your skin. she grips and squeezes you in all the right places, drawing sharp breaths and high moans from your throat as her hands explore every inch of you.

suddenly, it’s hard to remember what came before this. the haze that had lingered over you for days. all you can think about is the feeling of ellie’s body against yours, her jeans scratchy as she rocks her hips down to yours. you hook your legs around her waist, bare cunt desperate for friction, even through a layer of denim.

you pull back from rushed, sloppy kisses to gasp at the sensation—you shamelessly rub yourself against her through her jeans, unable to find it in you to worry about the mess you’re making. ellie watches you in awe, your eyes half-lidded as your hips roll upward, your pretty lips parted in a delicate “o” shape.

“fuck it,” she rasps, and she’s lurching back to sit up on her heels, ripping her clothes off in a blur of fabric. her shirt falls off first, and then she works her way out of her jeans, so eager she stumbles a few times. you beam at her, eyes clouded with lust, and when she finds her way back between your legs, the feeling of her bare skin against yours has you gushing impossibly wetter. you find yourself in the same position as before, only now without the barrier of ellie’s clothes between you. you grind yourself up against her, twitching and gasping each time her pelvis glides over your clit; you can feel how wet you are, how messy you’re leaving her. and she can feel it, too, evident each time she moves her hips against yours and moans with her head tucked against your shoulder.

your impatience is a balloon that’s been filled and filled and filled, and it finally pops. you reach between your writhing bodies to ellie’s cunt; her teeth close around your shoulder when you give her clit a few slow strokes, fingertips pressing hard into the bundle of nerves. she soothes her bite with her tongue and then laughs under her breath, uttering lowly, “i’m sorry, fuck, just feels good.”

you hum in response, pausing to reach into the nightstand drawer, where you keep a harness and strap for situations like this. she draws in a shaky breath, turning her head to kiss your neck again, tongue circling your skin before she pulls back to slip into the harness. then she’s back on you, pulling you in for another heated kiss as she drags the tip of the strap through your folds and up to the bud of your clit. you’re soaked everywhere, and her cock feels so smooth as it glides effortlessly over you; you’re barely breathing.

ellie’s voice is in your ear, quiet but thick with lust. “let me eat you out first.”

and it sounds amazing, it really does. any other time, you’d relent, let her mouth at your cunt for hours until you’re so fucked-out you can’t think straight. but that’s not what you need right now.

“i need you inside me,” you tell her, voice low and sultry, almost unrecognizable from its usual timbre. ellie hears it, too, the husk in your tone making her grit her teeth with a low, gravelly moan. “shit, baby—can’t say no to that.”

she slides into you so easily, your cunt opening smoothly around her as she pushes in to the hilt. you both sigh in pleasure, you at the feeling of being so deliciously full, her at the satisfaction of watching your expression dissolve into pure bliss.

“so fuckin’ wet, goddamn,” ellie murmurs. she draws back only to fuck into you again, and you whine when she brushes up against the end of you. the spot that only she can find. that only spurs her on—she starts fucking you in earnest without much buildup, too pent up to be patient and slow and intentional. she knows what you want, you realize, flooded with arousal as her hips slam into yours. her strap drags perfectly through you, so deep you see stars behind fluttering eyelids.

“ellie,” you moan, brows pinched together, mouth hanging open.

she doesn’t slow down, skin smacking against skin as she fucks herself into you. “what do you need, baby? i’ll give it to you. i’ll give you anything.”

another moan tears out of your throat at her words, your arms moving up to snake around her neck and reel her in for another sloppy kiss. “more,” you gasp, your foreheads pressed together, slick with sweat. “more, please, more.”

ellie gives you one last, searing kiss, then pulls back to readjust. she stills inside you while she grabs hold of your legs, palms squeezing the doughy flesh of your thighs before she pushes them toward your chest. your knees are up by your shoulders like this, and you reach your hands around to support yourself, though your own touch can’t rival her. “good girl,” she praises when she notices what you’re doing, allowing your hands to replace her. she instead brings her attention to your hips, holding them still while she pulls almost all the way out and fucks back into you. and it’s rougher, now, more intentional. ellie moves faster, harder; you cry out a blissful oh my god, tears burning in your eyes from the sheer pleasure of it.

this is it—this is what you needed. and ellie gives it to you exactly how you want it, her body smacking against your ass and the backs of your thighs, her cock hitting that sweet spot within you so rhythmically that you find your brain is entirely empty. the ceaseless noise in your head has quieted, in its place is sheer pleasure.

your release sneaks up on you; you’re not thinking straight, overwhelmed with lust and the warmth it floods through your veins. you come suddenly but with so much force it nearly knocks the wind out of you. squirming and shaking under ellie’s towering form, your cunt spasms around the silicon cock and she groans out in delight.

spent, ellie lowers her weight on you, still careful not to crush you beneath her. you’re both catching your breath, but she can’t drive away the urge to kiss you. slower, this time. more loving.

“hey,” she says, “i love you.”

you smile against her lips, giving her another few pecks before you tell her, “i love you too.”

her arms are warm, lithe, and strong around you, holding you as close as she can. but when you start to wiggle underneath her, she groans in disapproval.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i just—i really wanna eat some pancakes.”

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDISGUSTING FOOD ROULETTE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N participates in the Disgusting Food Roulette video and ends up having to take care of Matt.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　feeling sick in the stomach.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

"I really need to participate?" Y/N asked as she ran her eyes over the triplets. She had her hips resting on the table, where various types of food, sweets, and drinks were displayed.

"It'll be cool! And Matt needs the emotional support." Nick joked, lightly patting Matt's right shoulder, who was looking at the food with a disgusted look.

“It’s not like you won’t do well, Y/N.” Chris scoffed, crossing his arms, before looking at the camera. "She is the only person in the world who isn't fussy about any food. Anything you give her, she will eat it."

The girl rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh while shaking her head. It was true that she wasn't fussy about food, but that didn't hold back the shiver that ran up her spine every time she looked at some of the items on the table.

Raw egg? Easy cheese? She felt sick to her stomach just thinking about the taste of them against her tongue.

"As you can see, we have four separate piles of food here. Y/N didn't buy the food of her side since we decided she would participate when we were already at the grocery store." Matt explained while gesturing to the separated piles.

"Exactly, so we bought the food for her." Nick finished with a smirk on his face, arranging the items in a row.

"They put me in a mess, guys. I didn't even know what foods they would buy, now I regret even getting out of bed." Y/N grumbled miserably, helping the boys open all the product packaging.

Nick rolled his eyes at her drama, quickly explaining about the app they would use to choose who would go in turn.

"Let's begin!"

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"Please, don't be me. Please, don't be me." Nick speaks repeatedly with a frown on his face, his right hand over his mouth while his left index finger pressed the screen of his phone.

Y/N let out a laugh at him, also pressing her finger on the screen, along with Chris and Matt. Matt's right arm was around her shoulder as he took deep breaths, trying to calm the strong, disgusting taste that was settling in his mouth.

The girl watched him momentarily from the corner of her eye, checking if he was well within the limit, feeling his hand squeezing her biceps lightly.

Chris's excited scream caught her attention abruptly, her eyes traveling to the screen. Her finger had been chosen to eat the yellow pepper.

She stared at the pepper for a few seconds, the triplets' laughter sounding like a background sound to her ears.

"Wait, isn't that the yellow pepper we use as seasoning?" Y/N asked, taking some steps away from Matt and the boys and finally picking up the food, twirling it between her fingers.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter, just eat it!" Nick pressed, looking at her expectantly.

Matt watched her closely, pressing his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter, supporting his own weight against the table with his left arm.

The girl shrugged. If her theory was right, that was one of her favorite peppers. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit off a small piece, chewing carefully as she felt the taste and burn settle on her tongue.

"Um, not too strong. It's good." Y/N commented, still chewing, swallowing seconds later.

"You're crazy, entirely." Chris shook his head repeatedly, taking steps away from her as if she was mad.

Matt observed her with widened eyes, surprised by her little reaction.

"Put it there." Nick pointed to the counter next to the stove where they were piling up the food they had already eaten, his face showing a disgusting look. "Next!"

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"It's going to be Chris, I can feel it." Y/N muttered, her eyes fixed on the phone as their four index fingers pressed the screen.

The back of Matt's right shoulder was resting against her chest, while her free hand stroked his hair gently. She knew he was about to get sick, so she was trying to stay as close to him as possible.

"Oh no!" Chris shouted, bringing his right hand to his head in a sign of desperation after seeing the result.

"Yes!" Matt celebrated, turning around and hugging Y/N, jumping up and down in place. His sudden movements made her lose her balance, taking them both to the ground.

Y/N had her mouth open and eyes closed as laughter escaped her lips at her boyfriend's euphoria. She couldn't believe his happiness just because he wasn't chosen to eat the yogurt.

Matt screamed in celebration, hugging Y/N tightly. Nick told him to lower his voice due to the hour, but he was completely ignored.

"He is crazy." Chris commented, pointing to the two on the floor as he shook his head, letting out a laugh, momentarily forgetting what he had to eat.

Nick took the camera off the tripod, focusing the lens on the couple, capturing the perfect image of Y/N with her back against the cold floor and Matt with half his body over hers, his arms encircling her torso and his head buried in the curve of her neck, sounds of laughter echoing from there.

Fans would go crazy over that.

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"No!" Matt screamed, his eyes wide and his mouth open. He had been chosen to eat the red pepper.

Y/N winced, her eyes going from her boyfriend to the pepper and back again. Before she could say anything encouraging, Matt picked up the food and bit off half of it.

"Matt! Are you crazy? This is very spicy. Spit it in the trash! Don't swallow it." Y/N yelled, her eyes wide. She put her hands on Matt's shoulders, guiding him to the trash can.

"Spit it out, Matt." Chris repeated, recording his brother's steps with the camera.

Y/N pressed the pedal to the trash can, opening the lid and patting her boyfriend's shoulder as he spat. She bit her lower lip in worry as she noticed his face start to turn red, his eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, baby. Breathe." She asked calmly, guiding him to the front of the table again, her hands resting on his waist, squeezing the covered skin lightly.

"Oh my God, it's so hot." Matt agonized, fanning his face with his right hand. "My lips-"

Chris and Nick laughed at his reaction, taking their fingers to the phone again, wanting to end the video quickly.

"Come on, guys!" Nick called, pushing Y/N's hips with his own - since she was closer to him -, getting her attention.

The girl took Matt's right hand and guided it to the phone, placing him index finger on the screen and then her own, keeping her eyes fixed on her boyfriend's face. Droplets of sweat started to appear on his forehead as his cheeks burned red, and Y/N was ready to get him out of there if necessary.

Chris was chosen next to eat the jelly, and Matt took advantage of the situation to walk around a little, wanting to alleviate the burning sensation in his mouth.

Y/N quickly followed him, helping him drink the water that was still in his hands, despite knowing it wouldn't help much.

"Do you want some milk, my love?" She asked quietly so the camera wouldn't catch it. Matt shook his head, feeling his stomach churn at the thought of adding milk to the horrendous mix of all the things he had eaten.

The boy seemed disoriented, his head hurt, and his tongue burned. He walked over to the refrigerator, pulling the door open and opening his mouth, momentarily exhaling in the cold air, before closing it again.

"Come, love." Y/N pulled him closer to the phone again, intertwining their free hands and squeezing his fingers with her own lightly.

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"Are you okay?" Chris asked, approaching and touching Matt's shoulder. His words sounded worried, even though he was still laughing.

Matt nodded as he drew in puffs of air through his open mouth, a multi-layered piece of colby-jack cheese pressed to his right cheek. Y/N watched him from the side, feeling helpless.

"It's not helping." He shouted, leaning on Nick momentarily and blinking his eyes repeatedly, watching Y/N eat the second to last content.

His heart raced when it was the app's turn to choose who would eat the last item, the raw egg.

"If Matt's chosen, I'll eat for him." Y/N quickly imposed, pressing her finger on the screen and staring intently at it.

"This is not how it works." Chris muttered, bumping his shoulder against hers playfully.

"Fuck the rules." She shrugged, sighing in relief when she saw the app choose Nick.

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"Matt, what was the worst that you ate?" Chris asked, bringing the camera closer to Matt, who was opening the fridge.

The boy ignored him, leaning forward slightly and bringing his mouth under the water filter, taking long sips. Y/N let out a low laugh as she saw Chris frown at not receiving any response, rubbing her boyfriend's back softly.

Matt closed the fridge doors, taking some steps back and resting his arms on the table as he took a deep breath, feeling all the food rise up his throat. He swallowed hard, straightning up and looking at Chris behind the camera, his own eyes filling with tears.

"I'm going to bed." His voice was broken. He turned and walked quickly to his shared room with Y/N, receiving a light slap on the back from Nick.

"Okay, he's going to bed."

Y/N let out a nasal laugh, shaking her head. She quickly walked to the cupboard next to the stove, taking a glass. She opened the fridge, taking a bottle of ice cold water and pouring some milk into the glass, closing the door with her hip.

"I'll take care of him." She told the boys, blowing an air kiss to the lens before walking to their bedroom, balancing the items in her hands, Nick and Chris' voices speaking with the camera falling behind.

The girl turned the door handle with her elbow, slowly entering the room and closing it again behind her back.

Her eyes traveled around momentarily, the lights were off, making it difficult to see anything. She squinted her eyes and quickly found her boy laying on the bed in a fetal position, approaching him in slow steps.

Y/N placed the milk and water on the bedside table and squatted down, resting her arms on the mattress. She brought her right hand to Matt's hair, gently brushing the loose strands out of his eyes. Her fingers caressing his warm skin.

"Honey? What are you feeling?" She asked in a low tone, not wanting to heighten her boyfriend's senses. Her heart sank at the way Matt seemed to be in discomfort, his eyes were closed tightly and his brow was furrowed, his shoulders tense.

"Stomach pain. My tongue is still burning and I'm hot on the insides and cold on the outside." The boy explained, his voice sounding weak followed by him sniffling.

"Come here, baby. Let me help you." Y/N asked gently, standing up from her crouched position and helping Matt sit up slowly.

Her hands grabbed the hem of the black t-shirt that covered his torso, pulling it up slowly, helping him take it off his arms and head, placing it aside on the mattress to fold later.

Y/N quickly grabbed the air conditioning remote that was next to the items she brought, turning it on and setting it to 18°C. Not so cold, but refreshing.

She put the remote back in place and picked up the milk, sitting on the edge of the bed and raising the glass so Matt could see what it was, receiving a whine in response.

"I know it might seem gross to drink milk after everything you've eaten, but it will help lessen the burn from the pepper, baby." Y/N spoke calmly, bringing the glass closer to Matt's face. "You ate a large amount. If we don't alleviate it now, this burning sensation will continue for several hours, sweetheart."

The boy sighed before wrapping both of his hands around Y/N's, who was still holding the glass for fear of Matt dropping it since his hands were shaking. He took it to his lips and closed his eyes tightly, tilting the glass and taking a small sip.

Y/N encouraged him with small whispers, pushing his hair back with her free hand, freeing his forehead from the heat of his strands.

Matt put the glass down after a few sips, pushing it closer to her, showing that he didn't want any more. He removed his hands from around Y/N's, allowing her to put it down.

The girl placed it on the bedside table again, watching her boyfriend's reactions.

"Do you think you're going to throw up? Or are you okay, and it's just the burning?"

"No, I'm not going to throw up, I just want to sleep." The boy responded weakly, lowering his torso onto the bed again, feeling the duvet pressing against his back. He turned onto his side, pressing his right hand to his exposed stomach. "Come lie down with me, please."

"I will, my love. Just let me take this glass to the kitchen, and I'll be right back." Her tone was low.

She leaned her body over his, sealing his cold forehead with her warm lips for a few seconds before pulling away and rising from the bed. She took the glass again, pushing the water bottle closer to the bed before taking steps towards the exit.

"I love you." She heard Matt whisper before closing the door behind her. A huge smile decorated her face as she felt her heart race.

She would do anything to make him feel better and Matt knew that.

extra - comments:

"I seriously thought Matt would throw up everything 😭"

"omg Matt is CRAZY for eating half of a red pepper without a second thought 🤡"

"Y/N worrying about Matt is so cute 🥺"

"the way Y/N kept looking at Matt all the time, making sure he was okay 😔 I love them so much"

"Matt almost dying, Y/N worried sick and Chris and Nick laughing until their next generation was the best thing I saw today"

"Matt and Y/N on the floor laughing their asses off is my new romain empire 🧎‍♀️"

"Matt saying 'I'm going to bed' after a traumatic experience is totally me for real"

"can we take a minute to appreciate Y/N eating the yellow pepper like it was chocolate? WHAT A WOMAN GUYS!!!! 🤤"

© vanteguccir

[makis-eyebrows]

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Exam stress is something Lily and Oscar never want to see from their daughter. So they do what they can. They help her.

The house was quiet — not peaceful, but tense.

Upstairs, the only sound was the furious scratch of a pen on paper, the occasional frustrated sigh, and the muffled thud of a textbook being slammed shut.

Y/n Piastri-Zneimer sat hunched over her desk, hair piled into a messy bun, eyes darting over formulas and facts that refused to stick. Her room looked like a war zone — colour-coded notes scattered across her bed, flashcards stuck on the wall like battle plans, and a half-finished mug of tea that had gone cold hours ago.

It was exam season. The final exam season.

The one that decided her future.

University applications were around the corner, and her grades this year would carry the most weight. And though Y/n had always been a steady, self-motivated student, the pressure had started pressing in on all sides like a slow tide. Her highlighters were running dry. Her sleep was inconsistent. And she hadn’t smiled — not really — in days.

Oscar had noticed.

So had Lily.

They had heard the small, tired voice from behind her door whenever they checked in. Had seen her rubbing her temples at breakfast, eyes still glazed over from late-night revision. Oscar had even found her dozing off on the couch with her physics notes stuck to her cheek one evening after a study break turned nap.

That night, as Lily stirred pasta in the kitchen and Oscar leaned against the counter with a quiet frown, they exchanged a look.

“She’s going to burn out,” Lily said softly, voice laced with concern.

Oscar nodded. “I keep telling her to take a break, but she won’t listen. Says she doesn’t have time.”

“Then maybe we make the time for her.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Operation Parental Intervention?”

Lily smiled. “Exactly.”

It started small the next morning.

Oscar brought her breakfast in bed — toast, berries, and a soft-boiled egg with a silly little smiley face drawn in sharpie.

Y/n blinked at the tray. “Dad… what’s this?”

He shrugged casually. “Brain fuel. Straight from the Piastri pit crew. You’re the car, exams are the race, and you can’t win if you don’t refuel.”

Y/n laughed softly despite herself. “That was so cheesy.”

“I aim to please.”

Later that afternoon, Lily walked into Y/n’s room with a stack of hot chocolate, fluffy socks, and a candle that smelled like vanilla and old libraries.

“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands. “Five-minute breathing session, followed by a twenty-minute reset walk with your very stylish mum. No negotiation.”

“But I have—”

“Y/n.”

Y/n looked up and saw the gentleness in her mum’s eyes. The kind that didn’t push too hard, just held space. Slowly, she closed her textbook.

“…Fine. But only because I’m starting to smell like exam stress.”

They walked around the neighbourhood, talking about everything but school — their dog barking at leaves, the colour of the sunset, how Lily once fell off a Segway in front of a busload of tourists.

And just like that, some of the weight fell off Y/n’s shoulders.

But the big move came the next evening.

Y/n was hitting a breaking point with her maths exam. Graphs and derivatives blurred together, and nothing made sense. Her hands trembled from too much caffeine. Her chest was tight.

“Stupid curve,” she muttered, eyes burning. “I don’t get it, I just… don’t get it.”

A knock sounded on her door.

Oscar poked his head in. “Hey, I need you for something.”

“Dad, I’m really not—”

“Y/n.”

She sighed, standing reluctantly.

But when she followed him downstairs, she blinked in confusion.

The living room had been transformed.

A blanket fort — a giant one — took over the couch, twinkly lights draped along the top like constellations. A projector lit the wall with her favorite movie’s opening scene. Popcorn sat in a bowl shaped like a racing helmet. On the floor was a handwritten sign:

“NO EXAMS ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT.”

Lily popped her head out from under the fort flap. “Come on in, Professor. Time to shut off that brain.”

Y/n stared, eyes wide. Then she let out a choked laugh.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Oscar beamed. “And you love it.”

She crawled inside, curling up between them under a mountain of pillows. Her hand found Oscar’s and squeezed.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He squeezed back. “One page at a time, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

That night, after the movie ended and Y/n had fallen asleep against her mum’s shoulder — breathing finally even and calm — Oscar looked down at her peaceful face and smiled.

She’d be okay.

Because she didn’t have to carry the pressure alone.

Not when she had them in her corner, cheering her on — no matter the grade, no matter the result.

Just like he’d always wanted to be for her.

Another piece of work done :)

I'm heading to bed now. I can't wake up upset or anything or I'll miss the bus, since I have school and all.

That's Gang Gang out!!!!

[ltwilliammowett]

Cooking like a Sailor- Frisian teatime

Today it's going to be a bit Friesian again and this time the delicious treats come mainly from the North Sea islands and Halligen, where they usually originated before they floated ashore and were eaten or drunk there.

Now that we are approaching autumn with great strides, there are such delicacies. This was the time when many of the seafaring men returned home, which meant a rich harvest of specialities from foreign countries and often also the weddings were hold which were arranged the year before.

But let's start with the drink: tea punch, just the thing for the wet and cold season when it's stormy and raining outside.

Ingredients: Black tea, köm and kluntjes (brown sugar candy).

But even more important than the right ingredients are the way it is prepared and consumed. If you are in a hurry, you have no place at the tea punch table!

The tea punch is served as follows: The teapot is placed on the teapot warmer and the pre-heated bottle of Köm is placed on the table. Don't be surprised: the tea punch cups are tiny. This has nothing to do with stinginess, but with cosiness. And this is how it works: Pour tea into the cup, add a dash of köm and sugar to taste. Listen to the Kluntjes crack, stir and drink hot. Have a chat and then top up again.

This drink has existed on the islands since 1735, when a ship with tea chests stranded off Amrum at Theeknobs, although at the beginning there was no knowledge of how to prepare the tea leaves. As a result, the tea was drunk quite thinly, which was also due to the fact that tea was something special that was not always available, just like schnapps. Köm is a spirit similar to aquavit with caraway seeds. The yellow (geele) Köm is particularly common in the North Frisian region. This is a spirit, usually made with grain, which is mixed with caraway and sometimes with a hint of aniseed.

The tea punch was of course also known on ships, but here the köm was swapped for rum and the punch was used to warm up rather than for chatting. Sailors preferred to do this on land.

What do you serve with tea? Hallig Knorken or Friesenwaffeln are best. This wafer-thin delicacy has been around since the 16th century thanks to the Dutch who settled in northern Germany. They were light waffles that were made with rum and then served with plum jam and cream. Again, these delicacies were either brought by the men or had to be bartered or bought on the land, as the islands and Halligen did not have huge areas of land available for agriculture and so there was a lot of trade with the delicacies from the sea.

Ingredients for 4 people (this is the modern recipe) 4 eggs 200g sugar 250g butter 300g flour 3-4 tsp. cornflour 50ml rum 1 packet of vanilla sugar 1 pinch of salt

Bake the waffles in an iron and then serve hot with plum jam and cream.

Now we come to the highlight of every festive table - the Friesentorte. This magnificent cake is truly a precious piece. Because it requires valuable ingredients that were not always available back then and were therefore more likely to be found on festive tables. It is not known when it has been around, but probably since the 19th century, thanks to the sailors who brought many recipes with them from other countries. Like puff pastry, for example.

Today's variations also work with shortcrust pastry, but are not the original recipe

Recipe

Bake two puff pastry bases (you can use ready-made pastry) Brush one of the bases (the top) with egg yolk and sprinkle with caster sugar Leave the second (base) plain After baking, spread the base generously with plum jam Spread not too little whipped cream on the plum jam base Cut the top into 12 even pieces and then arrange the pieces on top.

The wealthier the family the more the cake would consist of several layers. Which made eating even more complicated, because how do you eat this monster without smearing cream all over your face? Well, you take the lid off, eat the inside and nibble the lid separately.

So there you have it and I wish you a delicious tea time of a different kind. Enjoy your tea and your tasty treats like real Frisians.

[rmadridcore]

Cabin Moments

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Requested

Summary: After a hilarious cookie mishap, you and Jude escape the cold and find yourselves melting into each other in a cabin warmed by love and a crackling fire.

Word Count: 3.3K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: I’ve been wanting to write something Christmas themed and I decided to combine it with one of my requests ✨ Hope you’ll love it, happy holidays everyone 🤍🤍🤍

Jude had approached baking with the same confidence he brought to the pitch, but the batter currently clinging to the ceiling suggested otherwise. It was a few days before Christmas, and after ending the year with a win, Jude had whisked you away on the snowy getaway you’d both been looking forward to for weeks. Nestled in a cozy, picturesque cabin surrounded by a blanket of thick, crisp snow, the two of you had every intention of soaking up this peaceful time together before heading to England to celebrate the holidays with his family.

After a playful afternoon of snowball fights and building lopsided snowmen, you’d returned to the cabin, cheeks pink from the cold and laughter. That’s when Jude had insisted on baking cookies for you — a gesture he’d framed as a “thank you” for always taking care of him during his grueling season. You’d tried, and failed, to talk him out of it, knowing all too well that Jude’s cooking was less “Michelin star” and more “hazardous experiment.”

“Babe, why is there flour on your forehead?” you asked, squinting at him from your perch at the kitchen counter. Your chin rested in your palm as you watched his questionable culinary process unfold.

“Because the bag exploded on its own,” he replied, his tone completely serious as he stirred a bowl of unidentifiable liquid that was supposed to be cookie dough.

“Uh-huh,” you said, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “And I’m guessing the whisk didn’t magically fling batter onto the ceiling either?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Okay, that one might’ve been me.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. It was impossible to stay annoyed when he looked so determined, even if his methods were… unconventional. He whisked the mixture with such vigor you half-expected the bowl to launch itself off the counter. Butter, eggs, sugar, flour, vanilla, and a pinch of salt were haphazardly combined in a way that made you want to intervene at least ten times. The butter wasn’t properly melted, the flour was clearly insufficient, and his measurements were more guesswork than precision — but he was so resolute in doing this himself that you decided to let him be.

And prayed the cookies wouldn’t kill you.

As Jude began shaping the dough, his brows furrowed in concentration. He rolled an oddly lumpy blob in his hands, inspecting it as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Do cookies need to be round, or is that just a societal norm?” he asked, holding up the blob for your opinion.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter, doubling over as the absurdity of the question sank in. “No, Jude, they don’t need to be round,” you teased. “But it helps. Want me to take over?”

Tempted as he was by your offer, Jude stood firm. “No, thank you. I’ve got this.” His voice was confident, even as his hands struggled to mold the dough into something remotely spherical.

After what felt like an eternity, Jude triumphantly placed six misshapen dough balls onto a tray and slid them into the oven. Turning back to survey the kitchen, his eyes widened in disbelief. The once-pristine space now looked like a war zone — flour dusted every surface, utensils were strewn everywhere, and a suspicious trail of chocolate chips led to the corner of the counter.

He caught your knowing look and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, maybe I’ll let you help with the cleanup,” he admitted sheepishly.

You grinned, grabbing a dishcloth. “I thought you’d never ask.”

As the cookies baked, the two of you worked side by side to restore some semblance of order to the kitchen, exchanging teasing remarks and stifling laughter at the chaos Jude had created. The air was filled with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and butter, but also the undeniable warmth of shared joy and affection.

A soft ding from Jude’s phone broke the quiet, signaling that his cookies were ready.

“They’re done!” he shouted, darting to the oven with the kind of excitement you’d expect from a five year old on Christmas morning. You stifled a laugh, watching him as he carefully pulled the tray out, his expression radiating pride.

His enthusiasm was endearing, until you remembered the last time he’d insisted on cooking. You prepared yourself for what was likely going to be an unforgettable culinary experience.

The cookies cooled for a few minutes, and then you both grabbed one, each taking a tentative bite. It only took a second for reality to hit. The moment your teeth met the cookie, it felt as though your entire dental health history flashed before your eyes.

“Jude, what is this?!” you exclaimed, your jaw protesting from the sheer effort it took to chew.

Beside you, Jude was in the same boat, though he valiantly tried to act like it wasn’t a disaster. He set his cookie down slowly, as if to avoid offending it. “They’re just… crunchy,” he said, forcing nonchalance.

“They’re not crunchy, Jude. I think I just tested the limits of my dental insurance policy,” you replied, gingerly placing the cookie back on the plate and vowing never to attempt another bite.

Jude’s face fell, a cute pout forming as he stared at the offending baked goods. He looked so disappointed it tugged at your heart. Bless him, he had just wanted to make something special for you.

“It’s okay, my love,” you said, softening your tone as you approached him. You cupped his face gently and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’m still so proud of you. You’ll do better next time.”

Your reassurance brought a small smile back to his face. He hugged you tightly, his chin resting atop your head as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

“You probably won’t,” you whispered teasingly, unable to resist.

“Hey!” he protested, pulling back with an offended look that made you laugh.

“I’m kidding,” you said, pecking the tip of his nose. “How about you go light the fireplace, and I’ll make us some hot chocolate? Deal?”

“Deal,” he replied, clearly agreeing that cooking should forever remain your domain.

You set to work preparing two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, using the adorable Christmas-themed mugs Jude’s mom had gifted the two of you just a few days ago. With the rich scent of chocolate filling the air, you carried the mugs into the living room.

Jude was already sprawled on the couch, the fireplace crackling and casting a warm, flickering glow around the room. The cabin was utterly serene, the kind of cozy that made you want to live in this moment forever.

You handed him his mug before curling up beside him, his free arm naturally draping over your shoulders.

For a while, the two of you sipped your drinks in peaceful silence, the warmth of the fire wrapping around you like a soft blanket. It was a much-needed pause, a rare moment of tranquility amid the chaos of your lives.

“I wish I could freeze time,” Jude murmured, his voice breaking the quiet as he rested his head against yours. “Just stay like this forever.”

“What would we even do all day?” you teased, humming contentedly as the sweet, creamy liquid soothed your throat.

“This,” he replied simply, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your arm. “And maybe… I’d hold you a little closer.”

His words made your heart swell. You turned to look at him, your eyes brimming with affection. The way the firelight danced across his features left you breathless. He was stunning, and in this light, his expression so relaxed, so full of love, he somehow seemed even more beautiful.

“You look so different like this,” you whispered, your fingers grazing his jaw in a tender caress.

“Different?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Softer,” you said, smiling as your hand lingered on his cheek.

“Softer, huh?” he teased, his lips quirking into a grin. “That’s a first.”

“Not your muscles, silly,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. “Your eyes. They’re glowing. Like you’re thinking about something.”

He gazed deeply into your eyes, his demeanor calm and tender. “Just thinking how lucky I am to have you,” he said softly, his words making your heart flutter, as they always did.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his, gifting him a short but heartfelt kiss that carried every ounce of your affection.

Turning your head, you let your eyes settle on the fire burning in the hearth, its soft glow casting a magical warmth over the room. “There’s something about this moment,” you murmured, “something magical, isn’t there?”

Jude brushed a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering for a moment as his arms tightened around you. “You’re the magic,” he whispered against your skin. “The rest is just the setting.”

Your gaze flicked back to him, your chest swelling with love as a warm, fuzzy feeling settled deep within you. He reached for your mug, setting it alongside his on the coffee table.

“I don’t want anything between us, not even hot chocolate,” he explained when you gave him a curious look.

Before you could respond, he pulled you into his embrace, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and brimming with emotion. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and you granted him entry, allowing him to explore your mouth with delicate care. His hands traced slow, soothing patterns along your back as he lowered you onto the couch, his body hovering over yours, never breaking the kiss.

Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, nails grazing softly along his skin, sending visible shivers through him. He moaned quietly into your mouth, the sound igniting a fire in your belly.

“I love you,” he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing a path to your neck where he began leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. His warm breath sent tingles coursing through you, your skin heating beneath his touch. “I love you more than anything.”

“Jude,” you sighed his name, your voice a soft groan of pleasure. “I love you too.”

He hooked one of your legs over his hip, his lips continuing their worshipful journey along your neck and collarbone. Jude’s hands worked quickly, pulling his top off in one swift motion before reaching for your sweater, lifting it over your head. You unclasped your bra and tossed it aside, your bare skin now exposed to his hungry gaze.

He cupped one of your breasts, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin while his mouth captured the peak of your other breast. His lips and tongue teased your nipple with a mix of tenderness and desire, leaving you breathless as soft moans slipped from your lips.

“Jude,” you moaned again, the sound spurring him on.

Hearing you say his name like that was his greatest reward — a confirmation that he was making you feel good. It fueled him, his own pleasure second to the joy of knowing he was satisfying you.

Within moments, the rest of your clothes were discarded, leaving you naked beneath him. The firelight danced across your skin, painting you in a soft, golden glow that took Jude’s breath away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. “I’m obsessed with you.”

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers exploring your wet folds with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. You were already ready for him, Jude had that effect on you. Just his touch, his words, even the way he looked at you could leave you completely undone.

You whimpered softly as his fingers left you, watching as he stroked himself a few times before positioning himself at your entrance. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he began to push into you slowly.

A deep groan escaped your lips as he filled you, stretching you perfectly in a way that was both intense and utterly satisfying. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging slightly into his skin as you adjusted to his size.

When you tilted your hips upward, your body signaling your readiness, he began to move, his thrusts slow and purposeful as he lost himself in you.

A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as Jude begins to move, his hips rocking slowly, savoring every second. There’s no rush — neither of you are in a hurry. For the first time in what feels like forever, you both have all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies, to bask in the tenderness and love that envelopes the moment.

His rhythm is steady and purposeful, his thrusts full of affection. Each movement feels like a silent declaration of how much he loves you.

Jude lifts his head to meet your gaze, his dark eyes melting into yours, filled with devotion and longing. Your fingers curl into the back of his head, your breaths mingling as your hearts beat in perfect synchrony.

“You’re so perfect, you know that?” he whispers, his voice soft yet full of intensity, as if the words themselves carry the weight of his entire heart. His hand gently brushes strands of hair away from your face, revealing every detail of your expression.

Your eyes hold all the emotion that words could never fully express. If others wear their hearts on their sleeves, you and Jude carry yours in your eyes, transparent and undeniable.

He moves gently within you, every thrust igniting a fire in your core, sending pleasure rippling through your body. His lips find yours, warm and inviting, and his tongue slips past your parted lips to deepen the kiss. Slowly, he trails his kisses along your jawline, then down to your neck, his mouth hot against your skin.

Soft moans spill from your lips as his pace quickens, each movement perfectly calculated to bring you closer to the edge. Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper as your hands explore the expanse of his back. He groans softly against your neck, the sound vibrating through you and making your skin tingle.

“You feel so good,” Jude murmurs, his voice thick with adoration. “So perfect.”

His large hand moves to cup your breast, his fingers teasing the hardened peak with a gentle pinch. He presses open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder, his lips lingering on your heated skin.

“Jude, you make me feel so good,” you say breathlessly, tilting your head back to give him more access. Your words spur him on, his lips trailing even lower, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him.

Hearing you say those words is everything to Jude. It fuels him, his desire to make you happy, to make you feel cherished, surging through him like a tidal wave. He pauses, his lips leaving your skin to gaze into your eyes once more.

“Y/N, you’re my everything,” he says, his voice raw with emotion. His eyes lock with yours, and you see the love radiating from them. It’s overwhelming, almost too much to bear, yet you welcome it, reveling in the intensity of his feelings for you.

Even without his words, you can feel it. His every touch, every glance, every moment you’ve shared has shown you how much he adores you. But hearing him say it, especially now, sends warmth flooding through your chest.

He captures your hand in his, bringing it above your head, intertwining your fingers tightly. His thrusts remain slow and deliberate, his body perfectly aligned with yours as he leans closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You’re mine, right?” he asks, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

The question feels so silly to you, but you know Jude well enough to understand the quiet need for reassurance beneath it. Even though he knows your heart belongs to him, hearing you say it, especially in a moment this intimate, brings him a joy he can’t describe.

You smile, your free hand gently cupping his face as you whisper, “Of course, my love. I’m yours. Forever.”

The words ignite something within him. His thrusts pick up slightly, enough to send waves of pleasure cascading through your body, inching you closer to the edge. Your soft cries of pleasure echo in his ears, and he knows he’s exactly where he’s meant to be — wrapped in your arms, lost in the love you share.

Jude gazed down at you, his breaths heavy and labored but his heart fuller than ever. To him, you felt like a dream, a tangible piece of heaven he could hold, yet somehow still untouchably divine. There was an ethereal connection between the two of you, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

The moment he had you in his life, he knew there was no going back. How could he? You made him feel like he was perpetually on cloud nine. You were the light that brightened even the most ordinary days, a warmth that banished every shadow.

As his pace quickened, your fingers squeezed his tightly. He responded by leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deep, fervent, and all-consuming. It wasn’t just a kiss — it was a declaration, a pouring out of emotions from the deepest corners of both your hearts.

To Jude, it felt as though he were floating on warm water, his entire being weightless and suspended in bliss. His heart swelled, threatening to burst from how much he loved you.

“I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with sincerity.

And he truly felt like the luckiest man alive. You loved him without reservation, understood him like no one else ever had, and supported him in ways that made him feel invincible. He never thought his life had been lacking before he met you, but now, he understood — nothing could ever compare to the completeness he felt with you by his side.

His thrusts quickened slightly, urgency mingling with tenderness as both of you approached your highs. Your intertwined hands tightened simultaneously, the shared gesture grounding you both in the moment.

Your lips remained locked as the peak hit, his warm release filling you just as your orgasm surged through you, sending tremors down your spine. Your walls clenched around him, eliciting a low, guttural groan from deep in his chest that you swallowed with your own cries of pleasure.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your labored breaths mingling with the soft crackle of the fire. Jude slumped against you, his weight resting on you in a way that felt grounding and secure. He was careful not to crush you, but he also didn’t want to break the closeness of the moment.

Your fingers found their way to the back of his head, gently caressing his slightly damp hair. The soothing motion sent shivers down his spine yet again, a sensation that never seemed to grow old no matter how often you touched him.

The cabin was silent, save for the occasional pop of the firewood. Outside, the snow was falling heavily, blanketing the world in stillness and cold. But inside, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace, you felt untouched by the chill.

Jude rested his head on your chest, pressing lazy, loving kisses along your collarbone as he listened to your heartbeat — steady, soothing, and his favorite sound in the world. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, the crackling fire and the scent of pine only adding to the magic of the moment.

Though it felt like perfection, both of you knew this was just the beginning. With Christmas just around the corner, the love and passion you shared promised even more magic ahead. And as the snow continued to fall outside, you lay there together, hearts full, basking in a warmth that no fire could ever rival.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Not A Word 5

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, violence, parental abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

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With all the unknown ahead of you, it's safe to keep to what you know. You go to the kitchen with the itch still under your skin. You're irritated, scalded by Sy's unwanted touch. Uninvited. Unnerving. 

You've never been an angry person. Your father is, or was, and it always deterred you from the same. Being mad does nothing but drain you dry. But that's what you are. And helpless because you know there's nothing you can do to act on that displeasure. So you focus on what you can do. 

You take out the breakfast sausages. Your father had a fit when you brought home the spicy instead of the maple ones. Well, he isn't there anymore to scream at you. Or hit you. 

You turn on the burner and set a skillet over to heat. You grab the eggs and take out two. That's usually what he eats but you think of Sy. He's much bigger. You add two more. 

You hear him. The floor creaks beneath his weight and he yawns as he lumbers down the hallway. You sense him in the doorway. That's the thing about being quiet, you learn to be observant. You read your surroundings like your books. 

"Morning, sugar," he purrs. "Now ain't you an early riser. Already at it." 

You don't react; not a flinch. You unwrap several sausages and drop them in the pan. They hiss against the hot metal.  

Next, the coffee. All he'll get from you is that. Breakfast. Appeasement. But he won't get a look or a twitch. He touched you and he didn't even apologise.  

He killed your father... 

The machine grinds as it spits out the dark brew. You measure out your own breakfast. Oats and raisins, with a touch of cinnamon and sugar. You set the kettle to boil and keep your back to him. His fingers tap heavily on the table as he watches you. 

"Sugar?" He drawls. 

You crack the eggs into a bowl and sprinkle in seasonings. You add some milk for some fluffiness, then grab another pan. You twist on the third burner. He sighs heavily. 

"Hey, you alright?" He asks. 

You oil the pan as you ignore him. He hums low. You stir the eggs before you add them to the pan. You cover it with a lid and leave it. 

You pull down a plate and pluck out cutlery. You pour a cup of coffee and bring it to him but do not see him. You stare at the wall as you put it down. He thanks you and presses his large hand around the porcelain, 

"Look, sweetheart, I know yesterday was rough, but--" He puts his other hand on your hip and snap your fingers against him. The sharp swat has him recoiling as you spin and stomp away. "Hey, sug, what's that about?" 

You turn the sausages as the grease spits. He huffs. 

"You mad at me?" He wonders. You don't answer. "Now, what did I do?" 

You take the lid off the pan and flip the omelette. You go to the fridge to get the cheese. You shred it over the omelette and cover it again. He shifts so the chair groans under his weight. The noise reminds you of his size. You hesitate. What if you make him mad? 

"I know it's hard losing someone, sugar," he says. 

The kettle rumbles and you remove it from the heat before it can whistle. You pour it into your oats and stir, then leave it to soften. The aroma of spices and sausage swirls in the air. His belly growls noisily. 

You plate up the food and serve it to him. "Thanks, sugar, it smells delicious." 

Once more, you're one your way back to the sink before he can finish. You pour the grease into a jar and rinse the pans, stacking them next to the sink with the dirtied bowl, spatula, and the rest. You add some milk to your bowl before you put the carton away and you take your oats. 

He gets up as you walk toward the table. He pulls out a chair. You pass him and head into the hall. You unlock the front door and clamour out onto the porch in bare feet. You don't care. You sit on the step to eat alone. 

The hinges squeal behind you, "now, sugar, why are you doing all this?" 

You scoop the oats into your mouth and stare unwavering into the distance. The sky is a soft bluish yellow hue behind the dirt expanse and sharp points of distant trees. He crosses the porch to the step. He bends and squeezes your shoulder. 

"You know I'm here to help you--" 

You stand and nearly spill the oatmeal. You jerk away from him and trod through the dusty dirt. He grunts in surprise. 

"What're you doing? You ain't got no shoes on." He chides. 

You scurry away, cradling your breakfast in your hands, and don't look back. He doesn't follow but it's not a comfort. He'll come after you eventually. 

You go around the garage and skirt down behind the cluster of thorny bushes your daddy never bothered to clear. You sit on the ground and set the bowl down. You bow your head and hold it in your hands. You blow out between your lips. 

You don't miss your daddy. Him being gone doesn't make you sad, but not feeling anything about it does. That's the same callousness, the same apathy he always showed you. You don't want to be like him. You don't want to be happy he's gone. 

💜

After a while, you relent. You don't have much of a choice. That adds to your frustration. Knowing that none of this is within your grasp only exhausts you. You just want to lay down and never get up. 

You go inside. It's quiet. You enter the kitchen and find it empty. You wash your bowl and put it away. Not much has changed. You're still trying to be invisible. 

A sniff jolts you. Sy lets out a sigh and you keep your eyes averted. You turn and walk around the table. He blocks the door. You know there's no way around or through him. 

"Sugar, you're mad. I understand. And you just lost your daddy, so I'm not gonna hold that against you," he puts his hands on your shoulders and you flinch. You shove his forearms and step out of his hold. He holds his hands up as if burned. "Sweetheart, I know it's a lot to deal with but I'm tryna help you--" 

Your eyes dart up, your hand too, and you point at him sharply. His eyes round and his brow furrows. He shakes his head. You wiggle your finger, exasperated. You want to yell at him! You stomp your foot and clap your hands.

Then, without a thought, you push his stomach. It has little effect as he's too big to be moved. You do it again. You slap his stomach then his chest, and huff, spinning away from him to storm around the kitchen. 

"Sugar," his voice is low and rocky, "it was an accident. You know that." 

You scowl and push the chair over. You fume silently as you throw your hands up, curling and uncurling your fists. He stays in the door, trapping you there to roil in your confused rage. 

"He was insulting you. He always did. I never liked that and... and he was mean to you." 

You sneer and clutch your head. You shake it furiously and put your back to him. You shake as your eyes well hotly. You lied for him. You all but sealed your fate because you were scared. Of what? Of him being the one to replace your father. The one who keeps you on a leash. 

You grab a ladle hanging above the counter and hurl it at him. He lets it bounce off of him. "Alright, sugar. Throw another." 

You curl your lip and do just that; a spatula, then a slotted spoon. You turn back and reach for another then stop. 

"You just get it all out. I'll take whatever you got," he says. "Sugar, I know I messed this up but I'm gonna make it better. I'm gonna take care of ya." 

You slap your hands on the counter and hang your head. You're so tired. So tired. 

You slump and turn. You go to the chair and pick it up. You put it back at the table and round it. You near Sy. You point past him. He exhales but moves out of your way. 

You pass him and turn down the hall. You stop between your bedroom and the bathroom. You go into the latter and lock the door. You just need to stop thinking for a while. 

💜

You emerge from the bathroom reluctantly. He's waiting. The thought that he always will be from now on scares you as much as the man himself. 

You go into your room. He's there. You stop short, in just your towel, clothes hugged against your chest. He sits on your bed, shoulders hunched, forehead lined. He looks at you and his brows arch. 

"There ya're," he says and pushes his shoulders back. "Feel any better?" 

You blink and drop your clothes in the basket. You pull open the dresser and feel the towel slacken dangerously. You catch it and suck in a breath. He growls. You reach to grab a shirt. 

"You know, sugar, I don't wanna overload ya but..." the bed shifts with him. "We can't stay here. Bed's too small, as much as I enjoy cuddling and... it just don't feel right, does it?" 

You open the lower drawer, carefully bending your legs to grab a pair of linen pants. You stand straight and pluck out some clean underwear. He stands and you tense as he nears. 

"I meant it. I'm gonna be good to ya," he touches your shoulder and you reel away from him. You face him and he mopes. "Please, don't be mad at me. I couldn't-- I couldn't do nothing to bring him back. And I couldn't see him abuse ya no more." 

You frown. 

"You understand, don't ya? That's what he was doin'? Abusing ya? All those years?" He steps closer again. 

Your lip trembles and your eyes singe. You back up and spin away from him. You race out of the room and across the hall. He sighs and follows you but stops on the other side of the door. 

"I only wanted to hurt him. Not you," he pleads. 

You look at your reflection. Your tears spill over and you squeeze the clothes tight. You sink down to your knees as your bad racks with sobs. 

You're not sad your dad's gone. You're not even mad about what Sy did to him. He deserved it. You're scared and lost and... alone. 

Before, with your dad, you knew what was expected. Now you do and you don't. Sy told the sheriff he's going to marry you. Why? You know wives have duties. You don't know if you can do those. Not the ones beyond cooking and cleaning. 

"It's okay, you know? I'll wait for ya," he drawls as his hand brushes loudly down the door. "However long you want. I know you got a lot to think about. And I want you to think about the good things." He leans on the door as it moves in the frame. "You know, I got you a nice table with a light for your arts and stuff. Got ya all these little things, too. Think you'll like em. And some flowers." 

You glare at your door and shake your head. Good things? You've never know anything good. Not before and not now. But you never expected it all to get so much worse. 

[kissedcupid]

Season 1 , episode 2

Harry Potter x f! reader ⨾ Slim Pickins - Sabrina Carpenter 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 , 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 , 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 , 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 4𝘧𝘵 , 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 16 , 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 , 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢��𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 , 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳

notes : everything up top will be fixed I just wanted to get this out.

You had changed out of your clothes wearing Harry’s now , you weren’t too sure why you brought so many clothes when you were just going to wear Harry’s. All you did was wear one of his sweaters that was a little ( a lot ) too big for you and shorts underneath.

You didn’t want to admit how fun it was to toy with Harry but he probably knew that. As you were putting your bra on you had heard the door creak. Luckily it was Harry , odd enough he looked stunned.

“I know you do this often but , love , why are you wearing my jumper ?” Sometimes you found certain words funny , like how people here said jumper instead of sweater. “Because I felt like it.” As he crept towards you he pounced and tackled you into a hug. “You are as soft as you look.” You could feel more annoyed , your extremely hot boyfriend didn’t want you , extremely hot girlfriend, but no , all he saw was a tiny girl who was cute enough to hug not even kiss.

“I look hot and you don’t even want to touch me ? Just a hug , literally just a hug ?” Offense was put upon his face , but being honest he just didn’t know how to feel about it. “My love , you do look hot I just didn’t know if you would a kiss , I just came in and you were changing.” You then planted a soft kiss to his lips gently teasing him. “Well then , is dinner ready and have umm they come yet ?” Harry gave a sudden nod his face twitching a bit to the mention of the dursleys.

Multiple summers , when he was younger , his parents had made him stay over at Petunia’s in place of them not being able to go. In short words he really hates Dudley especially , but that was mainly when he was younger. You had slipped on your skirt , you had made sure it was near your knees so Harry didn’t have any ideas during dinner. “Are you kidding me ?”

You turned your head towards him aggravating his calm self. He could see all of you , you were the definition of a cheeky girl and he was just there to soak in the warmth. “No , and please , no matter how much I love you , give me a heads up.” You nodded your head grinning , no promises were ever meant to be kept unless said so. “Fine but no promises , but first tell me what we’re eating.”

WITH LILY AND JAMES : “I have no idea what we’re eating and they’re coming soon.” Lily was feeling grievously ill, more in of a "why didn’t you say that sooner" kinda of way. “Well James I’m sure we can think of something , maybe we could.. make breakfast ?” If there was one easy thing to make it was breakfast. So they readily made some batter for the pancakes and fried some bacon , a bit of toast to make it seem like this wasn’t last minute and eggs. It was safe to say that was an amazing breakfast , or dinner anyways.

WITH YOU AND HARRY : As you two headed downstairs smelling the delicious aroma. The fresh air tastes almost as if it was food , like bacon wrapped in the grease from the pan. Eggs felt crucially warm and soft , a hug engulfing you around with its scent. Having a love and hate relationship with food never worked out for you especially smelling this sweet scent.

“Oh I thought you were actually joking.” You didn’t actually take him seriously , but at least it smelt good. As the Dursleys came in full embrace with their kid , who apparently was the same age as you yet seemed liked a toddler came in as well. When everyone was seated and had a plate the conversation started sparking.

You sat next to Harry with the kid of theirs on your left. You weren’t too sure how he would behave so you mainly sat near Harry. You sat extremely close to Harry to the point of there being no space for Jesus. That was almost the topic of the night , if it weren’t for , Dudley , whose name you figured out when Harry started gently caressing your thighs writing it in gently.

It was a small way of communicating , taking through your thighs , you would write each other short messages on the other’s thighs or hands makes to divert attention. Dudley mainly talked for hours about his home , birthday , everything you could name that goes with Dudley. So in short words , you weren’t truly paying much attention until you had heard your name from the supposed father of Dudley.

“Are you and Harry Potter dating ? You two seem close.” The spit was a bit overwhelming popping the p in Potter. Harry gave you a small look , then turned back to the big backed bitch who was filling up on bacon and shook his head a bit. “We are close but not dating .. just friends.” James had scoffed , his son was truly like him , playing the easy route. The father had turned away hopes of achieving being right in the future.

“So what you’re telling me Harry still doesn’t have a girlfriend ?” Then this kid spoke , Dudley. He was a literal dud , can’t tell if the parents love him or hate him on certain days. But the one part that made you want to speak up was when he laughed after he pointed out your boyfriend apparently doesn’t have a girlfriend. “You cannot be laughing , for me I’d be surprised if you had a girlfriend.”

The whole room went silent , now it wasn’t because of they you said but because Uncle Vernon was choking. This was such a bad way to end the night , until , the Dursleys had decided to stay the night. Well , that’s more chaos than what anybody had asked for.

Sitting on Harry’s bed you had groaned in fear of having to listen to several people you weren’t related to or liked sit there and raid the pantry. “My love , as much as I love you , you can’t have every snack in the house.” You tried to explain that the Dursleys were the intruders who were attacking the great pantry , that’s literally what any guest does at night. You did it as well before the dinner. “You need to listen Harry , I need you to get me—” he then spun and picked you up , or the other way around , but however he was tired and everybody was in for a long night.

“Come on , go to sleep..” slightly shifting in the bed , Harry had down stuff like this all the time whether or not if you agreed ; he knew what worked best for you and you adored that. “Harry , before we go to sleep I have something to tell you..” his ears perked up moving closer towards you. “ I found the board of apparent choices..”

— the board of apparent choices will all be explained in the future , I will probably ummm update tomorrow if I don’t have school but we will see😭

[jaehaeryshater]

In 60 AC, the first egg of the latest clutch laid by Vhagar hatched. At the age of 112, Vhagar was already a seasoned mother. Vhagar was an adequate mother by all accounts, but up until then, a hands off and tough love type. She made no fuss until Caraxes hatched from his egg. Born with a birth defect, he at first had a hard time flying or even walking. Vhagar was extremely attentive, always nuzzling and “talking” to him, making sure he was alright. Caraxes, always the performer, soaked up the attention of his mother. He always yipped at her and followed her around, none the wiser of her concern or his defect.

beautiful commission by the lovely @moonwyvern

I haven’t shared my dragon family tree on here yet, but I firmly set Caraxes as the offspring of Balerion and Vhagar. This is for a few reasons; first off, they are one of only two canon mated pairs at this time. Second, I believe the theory that Caraxes’s neck is not due to genetics but rather a congenital mutation caused by environmental factors picked up in Valyria by Balerion. Not sure how that would work exactly, but it’s a cool theory. All that to say, it definitely is a punch to the gut that Caraxes and Vhagar were made to kill each other. There was a time, in my opinion, that Vhagar felt instinctual “love” for her hatchling, and I wanted to show that. We also usually see Vhagar as blood thirsty and a war dragon, and she is, but my goal was to represent that she’s just an animal at the end of the day, and to show a softer side of her in more peaceful times (also the idea that dragon naturally have a bond with their offspring, and how tragic it is that human beings severed those ties because they thought themselves above nature and more qualified to take care of the babies themselves). I also have an upcoming commission of Vhagar and her mate Balerion with hatchlings even earlier on in the timeline, so watch out for that. Vhagar has a special place in my heart, and I’m always here for more content.

Also, Vhagar was riderless at this time; if Visenya had taken away Caraxes it would have been easy, but I imagine when Jaehaerys proclaimed that they must take Caraxes away from her, she screamed and squalled and bit off the dragonkeeper’s hand and burned two others. I reckon the dragonkeepers always had a hard time taking babies away from their mothers, but an especially hard time in this case (pls pls somebody talk to me in my inbox if you want to talk dragonposting, I’m itching to talk about it).

Thank you so much to moonwyvern, they really brought my idea to life and their prices were extremely reasonable given the quality that I received. They were also very accommodating to feedback, and pleasant to work with. I am in awe of how they were able to portray exactly what I was going for. Vhagar usually looks mean or stern in artworks, but here she is curious and perhaps a little concerned, but mostly amused with her little one. Honestly, I’d recommend anybody looking for a dragon commission to go to this artist because they were great to work with and are quite versatile within their niche.

Bonus because the artist wanted to experiment with the dragonpit in the day versus night and the shadows that come with that

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: This chapter is not for the faint of heart.... grab your wine or chamomile tea and buckle up!😰

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, violence, mentions of past rape/trauma, explicit language, SMUT, 18+ MDNI, aggression, rough sex, creampie, marking/biting, pet names, somnophilia (if you squint)

WC: 5003

Chapter 10

It was the next morning, Chan and his betas were back at the Ahgase house ready to have breakfast. He hoped to create a lasting friendship with this pack, learning from them and being a more patient and fair alpha like Jaebeom. Maybe he was being too reckless, Jaebeom’s suggestion of talking it out on his mind all night. Was he being too impulsive? Maybe talking would be an easier way to solve this problem.

 “You sleep at all?” Seungcheol asked Chan with a chuckle.

“Not really.” Chan forced a smile.

They knocked, the door swinging open and an energetic Jackson bringing them into a big hug. “So good to see you guys. Come in.”

They followed him in, through the house and onto the back deck. The deck was elevated to the second story, overlooking the yard below. The treeline and mountains were an inviting view as they stepped outside. There was a large table out here as well. It looked to be a marble slab with metal railings in a zigzag formation supporting it. There were also fourteen chairs, metal framed with a cushion and curved back.

Jaebeom and the rest of the pack were at the table already, chatting amongst themselves when they stepped outside. Jaebeom smiled warmly as they entered.

“I figured it was such a beautiful morning, we could enjoy the fresh air while we eat. Please…. sit.” Jaebeom said. “We have mimosas and breakfast is on the way.”

Once everyone was seated, Jaebeom stood. “Here’s to our alliance. To new friendships and brotherhood.”

“Here’s to taking down that bastard of an alpha.” Yugyeom snickered.

They all raised their glasses in a toast, sipping the mimosas. Jaebeom sat down as the ladies from last night brought out breakfast dishes and placed them on the runner decorating the center of the table. There were several gourmet options, Hyunjin and Jisung practically salivating at the sight. 

There were eggs benedict, bananas foster belgian waffles, lemon blueberry scones, buttermilk pancakes, smoked sausage, apple maple bacon  and seasonal fruit. It was just as luxurious as the dinner from yesterday.

It also tasted just as good, the boys definitely eating too much. Jisung’s cheeks were so full the whole time as they conversed through breakfast. It was a lovely meal but unfortunately the time had come to part ways, Chan wanting to get back home.

“We will definitely have to invite all of you over for dinner as a thank you soon.” Chan noted.

“We don’t wanna impose on your omega so make sure you ask her first.” Jaebeom says, nodding towards Chan.

“Of course. But I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. And please bring your omegas with you too. I think it would be good for y/n.” Chan insisted.

“That’s a great idea. We will have to set that up.” Seungcheol smiled.

“I will wait for your invitation.” Jaebeom said with a smile. 

“Me too.” Seungcheol pointed his finger at him. “And don’t forget to email me that document when you get home.”

“I won’t. You should have it by four. If not, I might have gotten distracted so just call me.” Chan stated.

Jaebeom nodded and off the two packs went. They got into their respective cars and pulled off, heading back home. Chan sent a text in the group chat before pulling off.

Hey. Alliance secured! On our way back. 

We should be home in a couple hours!

Jisung texted too:

How’s y/n?

They were nearly an hour into their drive, Hyunjin was playing DJ, rapping along to the songs, while Jisung played his video game. They only had a few hours left, but Jisung complained he had to pee. Chan reluctantly pulled over at the nearest rest stop and let him. Chan took the opportunity too, Hyunjin having gone before they left. After a couple minutes, they were back on the road, driving towards home on the local highway.

“Jinnie, babe, are you trying to put me to sleep?” Chan asked.

“No.” Hyunjin smirked. “Don’t like classical music?”

“Not while I’m driving…and tired.” 

“I can drive and you rest.” Hyunjin offered.

“It’s fine. I just wanna get back home. Then I can rest”

Jisung snored dramatically from the backseat.

“Yah! I’m changing it.” Hyunjin glared, making Jisung laugh.

The music changed from a piano lullaby to an upbeat, bass booming song. Chan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, singing along.

“Better?” Hyunjin asked, scratching the back of Chan’s head briefly.

“Yes.” Chan smiled, eyes focused on the road.

“Better, Ji?” Hyunjin shot daggers at him

“I guess.” Jisung shrugged, making Hyunjin roll his eyes.

CRASH!

Glass shatters, pieces flying everywhere as the car is jerked sideways. The car swerves, flipping one… two… three times before landing upside down in the ditch on the side of the road. The underside of the car smoked a bit as it creaked and settled. A dark van, coincidentally being the only car on the road, squealing to a stop. Five large men climbed out, hurrying over to the car.

Inside, Chan groaned, looking over to his betas. They all were hanging upside down, superficial cuts from the glass decorating their skin. The car was bent and crushed, glass shards and fragments of metal littering the roof.

“Hyunjin? Jisung?” He called out, coughing as he reached towards Hyunjin.

“Mmm….what happened?” Jisung muttered from the back, his hand going to his head only to find a trail of blood near his hairline.

“I don’t know.” Chan looked over at Hyunjin. “Jinnie?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer, unconscious as the seatbelt held him up.

Chan hurried to undo his own seatbelt, dropping to the roof. He winced but reached for Hyunjin, feeling a heartbeat in his neck. He breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly his door was forced open. Two men pulled him out, sticking a needle in his neck before he could realize he wasn’t being rescued. He shook from their hold, landing a punch to one of the men before his body went limp and they carried him over to the van.

“Chan! Chan!” Jisung yelled, trying to undo his seatbelt but it was jammed.

Two more men were pulling out Hyunjin, making Jisung squirm in his seatbelt. He was fighting against the restraint as he tried to save his mates. Three more came over to his side and pried the door open. It didn’t give easily, the frame bent out of shape. They had to use tools but eventually got it open.

“No. Get the fuck away from me.” Jisung growled.

The men just laughed, one reaching in quickly to slice the seatbelt. Jisung dropped to the roof but before he could gather himself, they also stuck him with a needle. His body too went limp and they dragged him from the car.

Carefully turning around to see Minho, you see him resting, small snores coming from his mouth. You attempted to slip away but his hold tightened. You tried to remain calm and peel his arm from you. He groaned, shifting as he slept. Looking at the nightstand, the clock informed you it was half past ten. The rest of the boys were probably eating breakfast or about to.

You tried again once more, but this time he opened his eyes. He looked at you, breathing in your smell and smirking. He leaned forward, kissing your cheek and down your neck.

You tensed and whispered, “Minho?”

With all the resolve he could muster, he pulled back.

“You should go. Before I lose control.” he whispered.

“It’s your rut, isn’t it?”

He nodded, eyes squeezed shut. 

You fully turned around to face him, his face twisted as if in pain. You caressed his cheek, and his face relaxed. His eyes opened, a deep honey color to them, as they looked into yours. You don't know if it was his scent clouding your better judgment or the fear of making him mad, but you didn’t leave.

“Y/n…please. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I don’t want to hurt or scare you.” Minho whispered, the restraint evident in his voice.

“No.” 

He looked at you wide eyed.

“As your omega, I should help you.”

“It’s too soon.” Minho sat up, trying to clear his head. 

“I am still getting over everything they did to me, yes. But I care about you all so much. I don’t want you in pain or suffering if I can do something to help.” You said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my pack now. I didn’t get to help Jeongin but I can help you.”

“Chan should be first to lay claim to you. He’s the head alpha.” Minho says, looking straight ahead.

“But you need help now.”

Annoyed, Minho abruptly got out of bed. 

“I know you care for me. And because you do, you won’t hurt me like the Nykos did. At least let me take the edge off.”

“No. Go get Felix or someone.” he practically growled.

You stood up and walked over to him, resting a hand on his upper arm. “Minho…please let me-”

He cut you off, pushing you back into the wall and pinning your hands on either side of your head with a growl. Startled, you let out a little squeal. Your heart began to race and you grew nervous of his next move as felt the heat radiating off his body. 

“See. You’re afraid.” he stated.

  You could feel his breath on your face as you were engulfed in his rut scent. God he smelled so good.

“I don’t…” he trailed off, releasing you.

“Minho..” you say in a small voice.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” His voice was barely audible.

“This is my choice. I’m choosing this. I would not hate you for this. Please Minho…” you say, reaching up to stroke his cheek. 

He sighed heavily, leaning into your touch. “I’ll try my best to be gentle.”

You smile up at him, melting his tough exterior. He smashes his lips onto yours, lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as you make out. His tongue pushes past your lips, dancing with yours as he deepens the kiss. You could feel the warmth going straight to your core.

Of course you were nervous and scared. You had never had a good experience since it was always forced on you. This time, however, felt empowering since it was your choice. You were still worried how he would act but he was your soulmate so it shouldn’t be awful, right? Not like the other hybrids who used you and were extremely rough, not caring about your well-being.

Minho laid you down on the bed, quickly ripping off your clothes. He kissed you hungrily, trailing down your neck and attaching his lips to your nipple. You gasp, it felt amazing. You had them bitten and yanked, but never sucked and the feeling had you floating.

He sucked both buds before kissing lower, down to your core. The other hybrids never went down on you, not caring about your pleasure. If they wanted a taste, they briefly used their fingers. So when Minho swipes his tongue through your folds, collecting your wetness on his tongue, you moan.

Your moan excites him, his throbbing dick twitching in his boxers. He was definitely happy to be the first to show you how sex should be. He licked and suckled, prodding your hole with his tongue. Your juices were so sweet - the sweetest he’s ever tasted. He slurped and circled your clit, making your back arch.

You had cum a few times, just enough to know when it was about to happen. And right now, Minho had you already about to snap. Your hand found its way to Minho’s hair, and you tugged in the effort to ground yourself. He groaned, the vibrations sending you over the edge. You came all over his tongue and he lapped at the juices. Your legs tried to squeeze closed around his head but he pinned them down.

As you came down, he crawled up your body with a mischievous look on his face. His eyes were so dark now they were almost black, displaying just how much his control was slipping away. You shuddered at his predatory gaze.

“Minho?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

He didn’t answer, too lost in the moment as his instincts took over. 

He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding harshly inside. You wince, a pained groan slipping from your mouth. He was big and stretching you out. You swear none of the other hybrids were this thick. Your pussy wasn’t used to this and should have been prepped but his rut didn’t allow for the patience to do so.

He groaned as he thrusted, you were so tight, gripping him as you tried to adjust to him. You breathed through it, wanting to support your alpha. You could already feel the bond strengthening between you two - between the pack too as you were claimed by one of the alphas. It awakened something inside you and you relaxed underneath him as the pleasure overtook you.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby.” he moaned.

You ran your fingers along his chiseled body, taking in every curve and contour. He had a few minor scars here and there, although not as much as you did. His skin was soft and warm under your touch, electricity flowing through your fingertips from the contact.

You could feel the coil inside you tightening. It felt good…too good. Wow it’s never felt like this. Moans were falling from your mouth as he continued thrusting. He latched onto your nipples once more and you arched into his touch, one hand tangled in his hair. 

“Ugh…you’re so tight, kitten.” Minho groaned.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, his dick hitting deeper inside you. He continued to hit your cervix and you were seeing stars. The coil snapped and you came with a loud moan of his name.

“Fuck!” he gritted, spurting his cum deep inside you.

His hips stuttered as he filled you, gripping your hips. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high. His smell was intoxicating and you felt like you were on cloud nine. Was it always going to be like this?

He slipped his cock from your heat, making you wince. You wanted more - it felt too good. He must have read your mind because he flipped you onto your hands and knees and thrusted back into you. You gasped, clenching around him as you gripped the sheets. 

“Fuck..kitten.” He growled.

He began thrusting into you and you could feel the orgasm building yet again. You didn’t think he could fill you any deeper, but somehow he did. You didn’t want it to stop as it felt so incredible. You would have gotten over your fears faster and helped Jeongin if you had known it would be this mind-blowing.

Leaning forward, Minho flushed with your back, he hit your sweet stop repeatedly. Your orgasm was approaching fast as he continued to grunt and growl in your ear, the sound of skin slapping nearly drowned out by your moans.

“Minho…” you whined.

“I know, kitten.” Minho whispered.

He leaned into your hair, sniffing at your scent gland. Your scent mixed with your arousal was making him feral. He pushed your hair to one side, exposing your scent gland even more. It was then he was reminded of the branding Lewis put on you - because it certainly wasn’t the bite of a soulmate.

His eyes glowed red with anger at the idea of his soulmate being marked by another hybrid. You were his. You belonged to his pack and no one else's. He was so angry, he couldn’t see straight. He couldn’t stand to see that alpha’s mark on you. He opened his mouth and bit down near your scent gland.

You cried out, pain pouring into every muscle, tissue, and vein in your body. Your body shook, your orgasm washing over you. You rode the high, legs shaking as he latched onto you. He groaned as you squeezed around his cock but he didn’t let go. 

It was overwhelming and too much, making you see stars. Your vision began to get hazy as your orgasm continued to wash over you. Your whole body shook, eyes squeezed shut. You don’t know how long it lasted but eventually your body went limp and everything went dark. Minho released his mouth and fell with you, finally able to resume thrusting as you relaxed around his cock.

He was too gone to realize the gravity of what he just did.

Seungmin, Felix, Changbin, and Jeongin burst into Minho’s room. They heard you scream and now you were lying lifelessly on the bed as he continued to thrust into you. He was kissing across your back as he chased his own high. 

The boys were hit with the smell of his rut and panicked.

“What happened?!” Changbin nearly yelled.

Minho growled in response, flashing his red, possessive eyes at them. They knew it was not a good idea to interrupt an alpha and his omega….especially during his rut but they had no choice. It was too soon and they knew you weren’t ready to engage in such activities. Little did they know you insisted.

 “Minho….focus on my voice.” Changbin spoke calmly.

Minho growled in response, shielding you with his body. Changbin moved forward, as did Seungmin and Jeongin, and quickly lunged towards Minho. He growled and thrashed but they managed to get a grip on him and pull him off of you. You whimpered as he slipped from your tight heat, Felix hurried over and covered you in a sheet.

The boys pinned Minho to the far wall, him growling and fighting their hold. Felix noticed the bloody bite on the top of your shoulder near your scent gland and his eyes went wide. 

“Y/n?” Felix delicately brushed your hair back from your face. 

You didn’t wake.

Minho growled, making Felix jump. Felix was very sensitive to emotions, so he was scared and anxious with all the smells around him - anger, arousal, rut, worry, fear. Felix quickly scooped you up and brought you down to the med room, laying you on the bed. He pulled out his phone, dialing Doctor Quinn and putting her on speaker. Then he grabbed his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. 

The phone rang five times. No answer.

“Dammit.” Felix panicked, hitting the call button again.

His hands were shaking, tears threatening to fall as he listened to your heart.

No answer.

“Fuck.” Felix rasped. “Answer doc!”

Felix called Doctor Quinn once more.

“Hello?” Quinn finally answered. 

“Thank god. I need you here immediately. Something’s wrong with y/n. She won’t wake up and she’s bleeding and-” Felix rambled, lip trembling.

“Felix, slow down. What’s wrong?” Quinn said in a calm voice.

“Y/n!” Felix exclaimed, tears filling his eyes. “Something’s wrong. Minho marked her and now she's not waking up.” 

“Minho marked her? Not Chan? Where’s Chan?”

“He’s not here! He took two betas to make an alliance.”

“Okay. Um, I'm with a patient right now. What’s her heart rate and BP?”

“It’s faint, I don’t know.” Felix threw his hands in the air.

“Felix, calm down. You need to take a breath. You can’t help her if you don’t collect yourself.”

Felix took a shaky breath.

“Okay. Tell me her vitals. Can you do that?” Doctor Quinn asked, her voice gently.

“Yes.” Felix sniffled.

With shaky hands, Felix told her your heart rate was fifties. He then measured your blood pressure, informing Quinn it was 60/40. 

“I'm almost done here Felix and then I will be right there. Give her fluids and keep an eye on her vitals. It sounds like she's sub-dropping.”

“Oh no…” Felix's eyes pooled with tears, streaming down his cheeks. “Isn't that fatal?!”

“Not always. I'll be there soon.”

With that, Quinn hung up in an effort to finish up with her current patient. Felix looked at you with such love and worry. He just got you…you couldn’t be taken from him now.

Meanwhile, the boys were bringing Minho to the rut house. There were chains there if needed for an extreme rut. They may have used it once but never had a regular need for it. Changbin chained Minho to the wall and he growled, not wanting anything to do with him.

“Let me have her.” He growled.

“Minho. Get a hold of yourself.” Changbin challenged.

“I’ve never seen him like this…” Jeongin whispered.

“I think y/n made him feral.” Changbin muttered, walking over to the others.

“Did you see he marked her?” Seungmin asked.

“Chan’s not going to like this.” Changbin ruffled his hair.

“Should we call him?” Jeongin asked.

“We shouldn’t worry him. Plus he should be on his way home by now.” Seungmin said.

“It’s just nearly noon.” Changbin looked at his phone. “He texted. He’s on the way. Jeongin, go help Felix and call him.” Changbin said.

Jeongin ran back home, coming in through the basement doors. He closed the door behind him, pulling out his phone when he heard crying. It was coming from the med room. His stomach dropped and he rushed over. He saw Felix laying his head in your lap, crying. Your skin was pale and it didn’t look like you were breathing. He couldn’t hear a heartbeat over Felix’s sobbing.

“Felix?” Jeongin whispered.

His head popped up, eyes puffy and cheeks tear stained. “She’s gone, Innie.”

“What?” Jeongin found the will to move and came over, gripping your wrist and looking for a pulse. “No. Fix her.”

“There’s nothing I can do. She sub-dropped. And Doc Quinn isn’t answering her phone.” Felix cried once more.

“You’re our medic. What would Doc Quinn do if she was here?”

“I did CPR for nearly five minutes.”

“What meds would Doc Quinn give her?” Jeongin asks as he comes over and begins CPR once more.

“Jeongin…”

“WHAT MEDICINE!?” Jeongin growled, not realizing his Alpha dominance was taking over.

“I, uh…” Felix stumbled over to the medicine cabinet. “Think, Felix, think.”

After a few seconds, Felix came over and injected you with a couple different medicines straight to your heart.

“What are those?” Jeongin asked.

“Epi and Amiodarone.” 

“Now what?”

“We continue CPR and hope Quinn gets here soon.”

“Call Chan.”

Felix looks at him with eyes so big it was shocking they didn’t fall from his head. 

“I was supposed to but I’m busy. Call Chan.” Jeongin said again.

Felix swallowed thickly and pulled out his phone. He dialed Chan but he didn’t answer. He tried Hyunjin and Jisung too.

“No one is answering.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes.

“Let’s switch.” Felix said.

They switched and Felix took his turn. 

“How’s Minho?” Felix asked.

“I think she made him feral.” Jeongin said, inspecting the mark.

“I’m afraid to clean it. I don’t want to hurt her.” Felix explained.

“You wouldn’t hurt her right now.” It slipped out before Jeongin realized.

They remained silent.

Chan slowly came to, his head pounding and his whole body aching. He groaned, reaching to massage his muscles when he felt a restraint. Opening his eyes he realized he was sitting in a dungeon of some sort. The smell was….familiar. Awful but familiar. There were chains around his wrists, securing him to the wall. He got up, looking around to see a wire cot with a thin, water stained mattress. There was a hole in the floor off towards the back.

Oh shit… Chan thought.

He was with the Nykos.

“Hyunjin? Jisung?” He called out. “Hyunjin!? Jisung!?”

He looked through the cell door, and across the walkway was Hyunjin beginning to stir. He looked around, restrained as well.

“Where the hell are we?” Hyunjin freaked out, standing and fighting against the shackles.

“Jinnie, relax. We are with the Nykos.” Chan stated.

“The Nykos?” Jisung questioned, coming to his cell door. “You mean this is where y/n spent her life?”

“Afraid so.”

“It smells like shit in here.” Jisung pinched his nose.

“We gotta figure out a way out.” Chan stated, looking around.

“Hey, miss? Can you help us?” Jisung called to the girl across from her cell.

“Jisung, who are you talking to?” Chan asked.

“There’s a girl in the cell next to yours.” Jisung explained. “Do you remember y/n?” 

The girl ignored him, cowering in the corner. She could smell the alpha and it terrified her. Hell, even the betas scared her. She was definitely not as brave as you had been.

“Stop scaring her.” Hyunjin says.

Jisung gives her a half smile before sitting on the mattress, groaning at the lack of support and cushion. 

There was a creak of a door and then footsteps descending. The smell of alpha hit their noses and the girl whimpered. They all stood alert, watching for what would happen. Alpha Lewis stepped to Chan’s cell.

“So you thought you could steal my omega and I wouldn’t find out?”

“She’s not yours.” Chris snapped.

Lewis laughed, stepping aside. His men opened the cell and snatched Chan, bringing him down the hall to his torture room. Chan was chained to the wall, barely having room to move his limbs this time. Lewis went over and pulled a stick off the wall.

“Why don’t we talk this out like adults.” Chan suggested. “I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

“Is the big bad alpha scared?” Lewis mocks.

“Beat me all you want. I’m not afraid. I know she belongs with us.” Chan says.

Lewis flings his arm to the side, the stick expanding. He presses a button and the end crackles. He shoves it in Chan’s side and he groans.

“We had an agreement once already and you broke it.” Lewis reminds, shocking him once more. “Let’s see how long before the True Alpha breaks.”

“You know I didn’t kill my brother. You were there.”

“Doesn’t matter. Society will never see you as the True Alpha.”

Chan growled, fighting against the restraints.

Lewis electrocuted him once more. “I can do this all day, Chris.”

“Don’t call me that.” Chan seethes.

“No? It’s your name, is it not?”

“Not anymore.”

“Shame” Lewis jabs him with another five hundred volts of electricity.

“Stop!” Hyunjin cries out.

Lewis smirks, making his way over to the betas.

“You can take his place if you like…” Lewis gestured.

“No…” Chan growled, out of breath as he recovered.

“Why did you bring us here? To torture and kill us?” Jisung asked.

“No. You’re bait for my sweet little omega to come back to me.” Lewis answered, coming over to Jisung’s cell.

Without warning, He stuck the pole between the slots of the cell door and shocked Jisung. He cried out, falling back.

“Leave us alone.” Hyunjin growled.

Lewis stepped over, looking Hyunjin deep in the eyes and smirked. “That was her exact cell you’re standing in. Maybe you can leave her a little note for when she returns.” 

Hyunjin banged on the door, only making Lewis laugh as he returned back to Chan.

Knock. Knock.

It was doctor Quinn at the basement door. Felix poked his head out the med room, ushering her in. She hurried over.

“Talk to me.” She said, coming in to see Jeongin holding your hand.

“We got a faint heart beat about five minutes ago.” Felix stated.

“How long without one?” Quinn asked, looking over your new mark.

Felix and Jeongin exchanged glances, the silence making Quinn look up.

“Nearly…twenty minutes of CPR.” Felix said in a small voice.

“Twenty minutes? Two Zero?”

Felix nodded. “I gave her epi and amiodarone.”

Quinn took your vitals as they both stood by and watched.

“Her blood pressure is still low and her she’s brachycardic.” Quinn explained. “We will need to keep an eye on her until she regains consciousness. So tell me what the hell happened.”

“I guess Minho started his rut this morning. They were…you know, when we heard her scream. We all rushed in and he was on top of her still going even though she was unconscious. I don’t know if he even knows what happened.” Felix told her.

“He went feral?”

“I think so.” 

“So she probably screamed when he bit her, seeing as she was already marked. Although that mark is fading.” Quinn shook her head. “I told Chan to have me there when he felt it was time and she was ready. I never expected this to happen. Where’s Minho now?”

“Rut house chained up. He kept trying to get back to her.” Jeongin explained. “He didn’t want any help from us.”

“He might eventually calm down and allow one of you to help so keep trying.” Quinn said.

“So what do we do now?” Felix asks.

“Now we wait for her to wake.” Quinn asked.

They waited hours, Minho alone in the rut house as everyone sat in the basement. It was awkwardly quiet as they all strained their ears to focus on your heart rate. 

Changbin’s phone ringing broke the silence. He stood, moving to take the call outside.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hello. This is Seungcheol. I was calling because I can’t seem to reach Chan. I called him a few times and Minho as well but neither of them answered. Did he make it home?”

“Uh…no. They aren’t here.” Changbin turned from the door, facing everyone.

They were so caught up with waiting for you to wake, they lost track of time and realized their mates never showed up.

“He was supposed to send me a document by four. They should have been home by now.” Seungcheol noted.

“They definitely should have been home.” Changbin snapped his fingers and Felix was quick to call Chan. Jeongin called Hyunjin and Seungmin called Jisung.

They all received no answer.

“They aren’t answering us either.”

“Seems like the Nykos made their move…” Seungcheol said. “We’ll be there within the hour.”

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Shout out to my lovely betas!! @its-the-solar-system @cherry-erii

[machineheraldcommune]

I Mindreader - Viktor x f! Reader

Synopsis: It would be an understatement if I said I just had a little crush on Viktor. Daydreaming was a cool escape from the harsh realities of the undercity- even after the war. If I had known he could mindread, I would have been a bit more careful with my thoughts.

Words: 1,172

Warnings: f! reader x Viktor, 18+ light SMUT, LoL lore (sort’ve), Arcane season 2 spoilers

Author's Notes: I don’t write scenes like this very often, so bear with me 😭😭!! Also somewhat inspired by the Roswell TV show hehe.

I had been working for Dr. Raveck and Viktor ever since I was caught stealing mechanical equipment for personal projects. I had no means to support myself, which is why when Dr. Raveck offered, I couldn’t refuse. Luckily, a shimmer project wasn’t what he needed me for. He was too busy with other experiments to devote all of his time to Viktor after his second resurrection.

“Viktor-“ A clang sounded as I knocked on his metal lab door before entering.

“I brought the liquid and metal you asked me to get- I have to say, it was quite a challenge…” The room was dark, but I could make out his silhouette lounging on a chair on the far side of the room. The lab was messy, spare parts and miscellaneous papers and schematics in piles all over the floor. I start to set the canisters down next to the wall nearest to me, but I swiftly turn as I hear him rise from his chair. Suddenly, and rapidly, he was the closest he had ever been to me. I felt a blush spread across my face.

He had began to become more metallic in the last few months. His once luminous black skin now had a golden hue. A machine-like armor and mask sat in the corner for whenever he went out sparingly for whatever reason. His face was still human.

“Viktor, what are you…” He suddenly grasped my chin with his cold fingers and pulled my face towards his. He was so close I could feel his long black hair brush my neck, and his breath on my face. My hands came to rest on his chest.

“Human emotion is a volatile thing-“ He starts to say before his other hand touches the wall next to my head. I was frozen in place. He then leans his head to one side and positions so that his next words are reverberated as a whisper directly into my ear.

“You suppress your thoughts in my lab so that it not be revealed on your face- but your thoughts linger like a scintillating light from the back of your mind.” I quickly process what he means, and I can feel my heartbeat start to pound against my chest.

“I don’t know w-what you-“ I then feel his breath travel down to my neck.

“As soon as you entered this lab you had a failed attempt at scrubbing your mind of the thought of my lips on your skin.” I let out an audible gasp as I felt his lips graze my skin, and I uncontrollably imagined what I had been earlier in the day.

He repositions his face in front of mine and pulls my chin once more so that I’m looking directly into his iridescent eyes. I noticed his breath become slightly uneven.

“I-“ As soon as I started to speak he replaced his hand on my chin with his lips on my mouth, and tingles spread through my entire body. I felt as if I might melt onto the floor.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds, and glanced from my lips and into my eyes. “I haven’t healed you, so the question is- why can I feel your emotions as if they were my own?” Both of his hands then trail down from the wall to my sides. I was comfortable with Viktor and the others in the lab, so I was just wearing loungewear- a short-sleeved shirt and loose pants. I had never thought they may not be thick enough that I could feel Viktor’s hands directly on my skin through the cloth. I began to imagine where else his hands may explore before my thoughts were interrupted, by them sneaking under the hem of my shirt. They begin to wander, as his lips find its way back to mine once more. This time- his kisses felt more deep and urgent.

My mind was a mess- it felt scrambled like eggs. The more we kissed, the more I couldn’t believe this situation was even happening.

Slowly one of his hands trailed further down to the hem of my pants, and then my underwear, leaving small vibrations in its wake. He stopped a few inches below my belly-button when I released his kiss and started to speak.

“Viktor-“ I managed, before my imagination was let loose once more- I wanted him in any way possible.

“I must warn you that I might not be able to hold back-“ I thought quickly of what he meant by that, we couldn’t go much further than this could we? He didn’t have certain human organs anymore- but my mind agreed to his terms before my mouth.

His hand trailed further down, and as soon as he started to touch- my body felt as if it was ignited in flames. It was different than I had ever felt before with any other partner, and the feeling was instant.

I felt as if time was incoherent. Immediately I felt a release, and I couldn’t remember when we had began kissing again. I opened my eyes for a second to look into his, and I could’ve swore I saw them glowing for a second.

Soon, he slipped his hand from my pants and placed it near my hip. In an effort to catch his breath, we both sank to the floor, he laid his head to rest on my shoulder.

“It will be more enjoyable with the proper equipment next time.” He says after a few minutes. I didn’t know what that meant, but he was incredible.

“Next time?”

—

Eventually, I managed to find my way back to my room. Immediately I threw myself onto my bed and hid my face in a pillow. I still couldn’t believe all that had happened. After a few minutes, I decided that I should probably change clothes for bed.

I gathered my pajamas from my dresser, and caught a glimpse of my reflection in an old cracked mirror in the corner of my room. I looked like a disheveled mess. My hair was tangled somehow, and my clothes were in a disarray even though they never had been removed. I then caught a glimpse of something.

“What is-“ I peeled off the top layer of my clothes. I widened my eyes as I looked at where Viktor had touched.

He had left a subtle, slightly noticeable, glowing handprint.

[zoieru]

BAKING WITH ANAXA ~

A lot of baking is intuition - Anaxagoras doesn't think so A quickie based off of this idea of Evie's @unriding ~ it just came out, heh - mildly suggestive, you'll see hdjsjs

"six? you don't think it would be wiser to keep your playful suggestions out of the kitchen?"

Yeah...it was like that. How you'd ended up here, in one of the kitchens of the grove, with muffin ingredients littering the sideboards, and one overly enthusiastic anaxagoras, you didn't know.

Well, that was a lie.

You'd been the one to ask. There was a little celebration coming up, one commemorating the student's mid season examinations, so, of course, in your kind and considerate fashion, you wondered if you should do something. Each time you brought it up, asked for a suggestion, the scholar had sent you a rather flat look, lifting a visible eyebrow and tilting his head. "Why do you want to do something? Its a small event, for a rather small achievement." Continuing with the fact that while it was preferable they did well in their exams, they shouldn't be given leeway to take their feet out the stirrups of the dromas. He, in all his seriousness, was really quite dramatic.

So that's how you ended up here. At the mention of baking, he'd, surprisingly, perked up. You had, inadvertently, awoken the beast, by playfully suggesting baking was adjacent to alchemy. You weren't quite sure whether he was trying to prove you wrong, or right, by indulging you.

Either way, it was his increasingly irritating snark that was starting to prickle at your consciousness. You could deal with him, to a certain extent. You wouldn't be here otherwise. He'd told you himself it wasn't worth the effort, but he let you. He needed to, wanted to. But even you had your limits. And apparently it was muffins.

"Anaxagoras, we don't need more than six, surely? If you use too many it makes the batter break up." You could tell he had his rebuttal thought up by the time you opened your mouth. But he didn't like being interrupted, and extended the same courtesy to you. Not that, right now, you felt very grateful for it.

"Are we operating off of 'surely'?" He asked, turning to the counter and letting egg drip from the cracked shells as he knocked them rather gracefully against the side of the bowl. To an onlooker it would seem as though he knew what he was doing, his way around the kitchen. Funny. "Did you not say that baking is an adjacent to alchemy? Is alchemy based off of sure-"

"Okay. Okay, fine. I get it."

You'd interrupted him, which is how he could tell you weren't very happy. Plus, you usually didn't just 'give in'. It gave him pause for a moment, eye flicking to you past his fringe, a brief moment of something passing through it. Perhaps a tiny touch of guilt or resignation, before his attention returned to the bowl.

You sighed deeply, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to compose yourself, putting the flour bag down on the counter with a soft thud. "We'll do it your way."

So you did. You fought yourself to keep your lips shut, all while your slightly more greased kitchen senses were singing loudly in your ears in the concentrated quiet. It was definitely way too many eggs, too little sugar...the batter was too thin... You forced yourself to look away and just do as he said, half amused and exasperated, and half just sick and tired of his self assuredness.

They'd gone in, the muffin tray nestled deeply in the warm oven, swirling envy in your chest at the fact they were tucked nice and safe away from this annoying irritating-

Bing~

He fished them out, hands enveloped in a tea towel as he let the tray rest on the counter...

You didn't manage to stifle your laugh.

Each one was ... wonky. That was the best way to describe it. One side having risen way more than the other, or one looking like something rather phallic had been dipped into the top of it. Parts were more wet and sticky, and they were a weird yellowy colour which did not look appetising.

Anaxa just...stared at them, his hand placing the towel slowly on the side.

"That's..." He pauses. Evidently rather speechless. It was a wonder you hadnt started giggling.

"They uh...look good," on the last word you couldn't hold in your snicker, which earned you a slightly exasperated glare, but he was mostly confused. His expression reminded you of a gently bewildered cat, his tail would be flicking behind him with confusion.

"I...something must have been wrong with the ingredients."

"Yes, the way you put them in."

"I meant themselves."

"Anaxagoras...look at them. No weird flour could do that," you pointed at the one that looked rather inappropriately handled, and lifted it, careful to hold it by the paper wrapping to spare your fingers.

You chuckled, biting your lip to stop going overboard, and tilted it towards him with a little grin.

His eye fell to the muffin in your hand, and recognition passed through the blue-pink before his lips twitched, prickling into a slightly reluctant smile.

"My recipe should have been perfect, not..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the muffin, before plucking it gently from your fingers and inspecting it as if the phallic indent would give him any insight into the machinations of muffin making.

"A lot of cooking and baking is intuition."

This earns you a tiny flicker of disapproval. "How can it be intuition, it's a recipe, a standardised order of events."

"It just is, look, your 'standardised order' gave us nothing but a bunch of wonky weird smelling muffins that look like someone has used them for something else."

He huffed a breath through his nose, and placed the muffin on the counter as if he was dismissing it, eye returning to you with a slight smirk. "It would be rather stupid to use a muffin, a-"

"stop! Oh my-" you stepped forward and placed a few fingers over his mouth, laughing softly and shaking your head. His eye widened for a second before softening at your laugh, his gloved fingers curling around your wrist and bringing your hand down, remaining around it as it fell to your sides.

"I suppose this is the part where we start again, do it your way, and it goes perfectly and I am left sleepless for weeks in an attempt to figure it out?" He said, rather dryly, as if that was the usual routine. It kind of was, as of late. After being with you, he'd been forced to realise certain things didn't go the way he expected like they did with his life's long craft.

You grinned a little cheekily, free hand coming up and booping his nose, bringing out that bewildered cat look again that you loved so much. "Yes. And you're going to enjoy it, it's supposed to be fun."

At that you broke away, before he could protest at the booping of his elegant nose, his fingers slipping off your wrist as he watched you unfurl the bag of flour again, more animatedly, happily, and turn for a spoon. As you turned away, a flicker of a smile tickled his lips. Maybe he didn't mind your way after all.

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In the arms of a Snake

Warning: Possessive behavior, Shigaraki gets a bit murderous, mentioned child neglect, infertility, overall fluff

It was rare for children to be seen in the forest, especially in Shigaraki’s part. Humans didn’t stoop too low, at least that’s what Tomura wanted to think. He stared down to the hypnotized child in his arms, currently staring at him with red tinted eyes, replacing their e/c.

But Tomura couldn’t help but take this as a blessing. Many nights he and his mate had often lamented about their lack of hatchlings. Every egg laid always a dud, every mating season a cruel taunt to them.

Dabi had always looked so miserable whenever spotting broken egg shells in naga nests, curling up in the nest as he stared blankly. Shigaraki felt himself grow giddy with the prospect of Dabi getting to hold you, to experience the joys of parenthood. Teaching you to hunt, running around in the spring and summertime, snuggling up in the colder months.

The deal was only made sweeter when you cuddled up to his chest, trying to get warm. “Nn.” You murmured, hand reaching for the necklace Shigaraki wore. You fiddled around with the skeleton fingers and little quartzes, absolutely enamored with it. “Hmhmh, we’ll get you something like that soon. Then you can be just like papa.” Shigaraki chuckled. You shivered after a particularly cold wind swept over the forest, swaying the branches and rustling the bushes. “Cold..” You whined lowly, trying to get more warmth. Shigaraki shushed you gently, patting your head.

“We’ll bundle you up nice and snug when we get there.” Shigaraki assured as he spotted the telltale cave in the distance.

After many months of sleeping in trees, on rocks or in burrows, Shigaraki and Dabi had found their permanent home in a cozy little cave. It was ideal, next to a lovely little pond and fruit trees. Shigaraki slithered inside, greeted with the sight of his handsome mate.

Dabi was an oddity amongst naga, for his gnarly burns set him apart as unique. Not mention little “inconveniences” that wasn’t apart of naga behavior. He had to have his food cooked, had to be careful with sheddings and was sensitive to certain things.

Shigaraki loved him the same, he found his swift movements and dry attitude humorous. Not to mention kindred spirit of being mistreated by the ones who were supposed to care. The delicious scent of roasting meat filled Tomura’s senses as he entered into the home. Dabi stopped tending to the fire and directed his attention towards Tomura. A dry yet playful smile rested on his scarred face.

“Took you long enough, had me thinking you were caught or something.” He slithered on over to his mate, who in turn acknowledged him with gentle peck on his cheek.

“As if, firecracker. I’m almost hurt that you’d think so highly of those parasitic primates.” Shigaraki taunted back before smirking. “Did you eat yet?” He inquired, Dabi shook his head.

“Nah, takes awhile for this stupid boar to roast.” Dabi then caught the scent of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t rare for Tomura to come back reeking of something unfamiliar but this had a special tint. Sweet, delicate. Like baby powder and peppermint.

Then blue eyes wandered to the hazy child in Tomura’s embrace. “Tomura, where? How?” Dabi for once in his life, felt completely flabbergasted by something Tomura brought home. Tomura smirked pridefully almost, his tail gently wrapping around Dabi’s in an attempt for comfort.

“This is our hatchling. Poor little lamb was left out in the forest with no food or water. Oh, the poor baby was crying and screaming.” Tomura’s heart ached at remembering your sad little sobs. “I had to put them in a trance to relax them.” Dabi was hyper focused on you, his eyes expressing longing and sympathy. It was like he was staring at himself, lost and afraid. “C-can I hold em?” He asked shakily, gently holding your relaxed body as you let out a tiny confused mumble.

“It’s just papa Dabi, no need to be afraid of him, hatchling.” Tomura cooed sweetly. Dabi stared at you, slithering over to the nest.

It felt strange yet pleasant to feel your body on his chest, your soft flesh and breathing a far cry from the cold eggs he felt before. Tomura joined his mate, nuzzling his neck as Dabi cuddled you tenderly. “They’re never going back.” He hissed, Shigaraki nodded.

“We’ll keep them nice and secure in the nest. It’s where they belong now.”

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Chapter 8: Promise For Now 

The smile still lingered on my face after Matt had dropped me off at my house. Waking up, my lips still tugged upward. Especially when I accidentally knocked the toy frogs off my nightstand trying to grab my phone. 

A Monday had never felt so joyful before. 

[From Matt: Pick you up in 10]

I smile at the message, quickly getting ready. Stomping down the stairs, I smell an unusual scent–-homemade food. I follow the smell, my feet guiding me to the kitchen. 

My dad stands in front of the stove, scraping eggs onto two separate plates. Turning around, he gives me a smile.

“Eggs?” He offers. I slowly nod, grabbing the plate. I sit down at the wooden table across from him, watching his thumbs type away on his phone. “Thanks, by the way.” I mumble, my voice still slightly groggy from waking up. 

Eggs have always been one of my least favorite foods. The texture was off, they tasted slimy too. But, these weren’t just eggs to me. This was a sign, one pointing in the right direction. 

My dad used to cook in the kitchen with my mom. She loved to cook, it was one of her main hobbies. When things got bad, he couldn’t keep her out of the kitchen. In result, he would help her by doing most of the work. 

I found it sweet and romantic. He didn’t try to stop her--even when he knew she shouldn’t have even been standing. Instead, he stood by her side, grabbing her hand in his own and stirring ingredients together in a bowl with her. 

The sight of him holding a spatula and cooking food on the pan brought back memories I had piled away like dusty books on a shelf. How could I forget? I used to watch them like most kids looked at pictures of princesses and princes together. A love so beautiful–people don’t watch with envy, they watch with admiration. 

The sky was still a spring blue as I peered through the kitchen window. The change of seasons becoming more apparent with each  passing day. It was still bitter cold outside, but from peering out the window it seemed like a perfect day. The sun was already rising, the sky more blue at this time in the morning than it had been in months. 

I didn’t know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but the pastel blue color surrounding me felt like reminders of him. Every ounce of anxiety that flooded in my mind with the thought of walking through the hallways, gossip and whispers of my name, seemed to ease at the sight of my light-colored nails.

The minor detail in my appearance had made me feel delicate. My manicured nails made me feel pretty in a way I hadn’t felt before. But, then again, maybe it was just echoing his words. 

I didn’t just look beautiful to him, I am beautiful to him. 

The compliments and praise I had been craving desperately my whole life, slipped from his lips as if it was sap from a tree–so natural, so easy. My steps felt lighter, my fists didn’t seem to clench as tight after any minor inconvenience.

Typically when knocking something to the floor and having to pick it up as soon as I woke up sent me into a closed-off mood. But, when the blue and green lego frogs had landed on the ground, my legs clambered excitedly out of bed. The cold floor didn’t faze me when I had bent down to haul up the small trinkets, placing them back neatly on my nightstand. 

A deep chuckle breaks me out of my trance. I look up, seeing my dad peering down at his phone, covering his mouth as his shoulders rumble. The sound of his laughter should’ve been comforting, but a pit in the bottom of my gut twisted. Why could I not make him laugh like that?

“What are you laughing at?” I voice. His eyes barely look up towards mine before he slides his phone onto the table, flipping it so I can see the screen. 

“My buddy, Johnny, at work–man’s hilarious! Look!” He points. I pull a smile onto my face, my heart squeezing in my chest. The image in front of me isn’t anything hilarious. It’s a simple selfie of ‘Johnny,’ a middle-aged man who is flipping off the camera with a straight face. 

“Funny, dad.” I remark, trying to sound cheerful. My dry tone doesn’t register with him as he stares back down at his phone, pulling it back up to his face. I can’t even see his eyes with how close he holds the screen to himself. 

This is good, though. He’s laughing, he’s cooking, he’s sober. 

I finish scraping down the slimy eggs, grimacing at the texture as I swallow. “Thanks for cooking, dad.” I walk over, grabbing his empty plate and placing it on top of mine. I set the pair of forks on top, the metal screeching along the plate pulling his eyes to mine for a quick second. “I really-” He laughs harder, rubbing his eyes. “--appreciate it.” I mumble. 

His eyes are glued to his screen. “Yeah, kid, sure thing.” He mutters. I sigh, placing the plates in the sink to wash later as I feel my phone vibrate from my pocket. 

Walking over to the table, I zip up my backpack. I look up, seeing my dad analyzing my hands. “What is that?” I look down and back up, giving him a confused look. “The blue stuff–what is that?” He asks. I look down, my blue nails making me nod in realization. 

I spread out my fingers, fanning out my hands in front of him. “I–well, Matt, painted them.” I say. He nods slowly, shifting his head movement into a shake of his head. “Did you waste money on stupid nail paint?” His tone is bitter. 

I curl my hands up to my palm, clenching my fists against my gut. I scratch at my palms, itching to find some relief. “No–I, uh…It’s Matt’s.” I explain. His eyes squint at me. “Guys wear nail paint now?” I shrug my shoulders, my lips forming into a tight-line as I look down at my blue painted thumbs. 

“Why do you sound so upset?” I push. He shakes his head, running a hand through his greasy, overgrown hair. “Just didn’t want you spending money on stupid shit, kid. I forgot that you’re a woman though. Life is so much easier when you just automatically rely on someone else, hm?” He takes a heavy breath, shaking his head with disappointment. 

It felt like a stab to the gut. My mouth wanted to spit the rage from inside, but I bit down on my tongue. The hypocrisy was degrading. My eyes darted to the counter, seeing his lunchbox open with a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. All ingredients I had bought with my babysitting money after walking to and from the store alone. 

He’s making progress. I can’t ruin it. 

I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, willing myself to stay silent. Anything I say will make it worse. I shrug, pulling the backpack onto my shoulders and turning around to walk to the door. “I have to go, see you later.” I mutter. 

“I’m actually hanging out with Johnny, I don’t know what time I’ll get back.” I hear him say. My hand stills on the door handle, my neck craning until my eyes meet him. 

“You’re not going out, right?” I question. He looks up from his phone, his lips tightening into a thin line. “No. I’m going over to his house to watch the football game.” He expresses with a slight huff in between his words. 

I nod, looking back at my blue nails clasped around the door handle. “Okay, well–I’m..I’m gonna go.” I don’t hear what he says under his breath before I open the door, the wind whistling through my ears and pushing my hair into my face. I brush it down, locking the door and shoving my keys in my bag pocket. 

I tug the oversized sweatshirt over my hands, the green fabric puddling in sweater paws past my wrists. I clench the extra material in my cold hands, walking to the car parked on the street. I hear yelling as soon as I step within three feet of the car. 

I open the back door of the car, seeing Matt using his hands to exaggerate his words. “--serious. Go to the back, she gets the front.” I sit down in the chair, putting my bag on the floor. His angry tone triggers something within. I hear Chris retort something back, Matt reaching out and slapping him on the back of the head. 

His gentle hands, so aggressive. My eyes clouded at the sight, my chest tightening as I shrink into the seat. I look over to Nick, whose eyes are trained on me with concern. “Are you okay?” He asks. Matt’s head immediately whips around. His wide eyes and clenched-jaw come into view as I look down in my lap.

“I’m–I’m okay.” The car falls into a silence at my shaky voice. I cringe at the unbalanced tone, seeing Matt’s eyes soften, his face falling with somber. I see him open his mouth, but I speak up. “Can we please just go?” His mouth clamps shut as he nods his head. He turns back around in his chair, the car slowly starting to move forward. 

The trees and houses pass by in silence. The typically loud music is tuned down to a soft level. Matt’s eyes darted to me from the rear view mirror, my gaze flickering to my lap to avoid his stare. 

The car slows, coming to a stop as Matt shifts the car to park in front of the school building. Car doors slam shut as we all get out. Nick walks by my side, leaning down to ear-level. “Are you okay? For real?” He asks. 

I keep my eyes trained on the path in front of us. “I don’t know, honestly. I don’t want to talk about it right now though.” I express. He nods in acknowledgment as I hear footsteps clamber from behind us. Matt walks up on my other side. 

“Hey, are you doing alright?” He asks. I sigh, letting my shoulders sink from the weight of my bag. “I just want to get today over with. Plus, I’m already confused in Mrs. Evans class. I read at the same level as a third grader.” I proclaim. 

With one step in front of the other, Matt and I wave to Chris and Nick, who have to go down the other split end of the hall. “Don’t worry, I can help you. I read out loud to myself just to understand. Maybe we can work on homework together?” He offers. I give him a small smile, nodding my head. 

The halls are still semi-empty due to the early time. The few people in the building are mostly jocks who are in gym attire, or the student council club who are all clipping a poster to the ceiling. I let my eyes look over the poster, reading the block letters.

[Hockey Game This Week! Go Hawks!] 

The neon lettering makes my eyes shift over to Matt, who huffs at the sign. “Not excited for your first big-game of the season? Isn’t this one important?” I say. He shifts his head, swaying it from his shoulders. “The team is just a mess right now.” He says. 

We round the corner, walking into the classroom and taking our seats near the back corner. Plopping my bag down on the desk, I see a guy walk in with a letterman jacket. Nate Doe, the hockey captain. He walks over to Matt, who immediately gives him a friendly smile with a nod of his head. 

“Wassup man, how are we feeling?” Nate says. His Boston accent is prominent, more prominent than most other students I had heard speak. 

Matt shrugs. “Alright, I’d be a lot better if the guys weren’t being dickheads.” He answers. Dickheads? Nate bobs his head in agreement, a proud smile crossing over his face. “Don’t worry ‘bout it–none of ‘em ever testing me.” He announces, slapping his chest twice. 

Matt shakes his head, letting out a dry laugh. “You taming ‘em?” He asks. Nate squints, nodding his head with prodded lips. “Mhm, the hockey team will be no problem. Football, on the other hand…that’s another story.” Matt sighs at Nate’s remark, twisting his lips to the side. 

“Anyhow, gotta go. Is this Y/n?” Nate asks, looking over at me. Matt’s cheek tint pint as he gives a curt nod of his head. He talks about me? Nate tips his head down, grabbing the rim of his hat as he winks at me. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Nate.” He turns back to Matt as I mumble under my breath. “I gotta go, but don’t worry–your girlfriend won’t be getting any more of that dumb shit, ight? See ya, man.” He says. 

I turn my head, watching as Nate disappears from the classroom while escaping through the door. Whipping my head back around, I see Matt nonchalantly playing Pokemon-Go on his phone. I squint my eyes at him. He looks up, looking around cluelessly. “What?” He asks. 

“Nate,” I pointed in the direction the boy had steered off from. “--what was he talking about?” I ask. Matt shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head as he shuts off his phone. 

“The rumors….the guys on the team were being ... .gross. Don’t worry about it though, it’s all taken care of–except for the few that crossover with the football team. Nate’s taking care of it though, don’t stress about it.” He says. The football team, of course. The one guy who used any reason to dig under my skin, the football captain–Jeffery. 

I look down at his phone, watching it light up with a Pokemon notification. As if reading my mind, he slides over the phone, letting me catch the animated creatures. 

“Thank you.” I express. He nods affirmingly, running a hand through his silky hair. “--’course. I’m sorry I was being stupid earlier with Chris, it probably didn’t help since you were already having a rough day. I’m really sorry.” He says. My lips form into a slight pout at his soft face. 

He looks up in between his lashes, his piercing blue eyes gleaming into mine with empathy. “It’s okay, you did hit him pretty hard though. Did you apologize to him?” I half-joke. Matt raises one of his eyebrows at me, shaking his head. “He literally slapped me in the dick with a spatula last night. So, no–I haven’t and I won’t be.” He says. 

I cock my head to the side, nodding slowly. “You guys just hit each other like that? Do you do that with all your friends?” I ask. He shakes his head furiously with wide eyes. “No–fuck no. I wouldn’t even do that to Nate. I guess it’s a sibling-thing? We used to have this thing– beat-up Justin time.” He laughs, shaking his head with a reminiscent face. 

His eyes meet mine as I twirl the ends of my hair. His hand reaches out, clasping around my hand. He gasps at the touch. “Holy shit, your hand is freezing!” He envelopes my hand in both of his, the heat creating a warmth that makes me melt in his grasp. 

“Anyhow,” he continues, still holding onto my hand. “--I’d never do that to anyone except them. Well, unless someone pisses me off–but they would have to really piss me off.” He states. He laughs as he holds onto my hand tighter.

 “--Nick actually has punched someone, he’s the most likely to lash out physically, out of the three of us. It was so funny–” the laughter escaping his mouth makes me smile before even hearing what was making him laugh so hard. “--he, he–he punched this dude after he insulted me. I think the dude called me ‘Twinkle Toes,’ or some shit. He kept calling me gay, which had never been an insult to me. It was so stupid, oh my god.” Matt laughs hysterically, leaning over to my side as he holds our hands on his chest.

“Twinkle Toes?” I question, giggles erupting from my mouth at the silly insult. He nods. “Please tell me this was a long time ago.” I laugh. He shakes his head, gasping in between loose chuckles. 

“It was–” his voice squeaks from his boneless laugh. “--was last year!” He exclaims. I clutch my gut as it contracts from laughter. The muscles ache as I try to calm my breaths, but each time I look over at Matt, the same laughter attacks my body, nearly making me collapse from a lack of air. 

A few students roll in as we quietly snicker to ourselves. He keeps one of his hands enclosed around my own, settling them under the table. Mrs. Evans pulls up a slideshow and starts the class lecture.

_

“I’m ready to go home and die.” Nick exclaims. I look over my shoulder peering at him from the passenger seat as he stares blankly in front of him. I laugh at his behavior. “Are you okay there, buddy?” I ask. He just shakes his head, his eyes blinking shut with a tired yawn. 

I feel Matt’s hand clasp around my thigh after turning the keys in the ignition of the car. The engine sounds as the car reverses. He pulls his hand away momentarily, shifting the car into drive before returning his warm hand. 

Chris sings along to whatever song plays from the aux as Matt taps his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel. The familiar roads pass by as I see their home in the near-distance. 

Matt slows the car, parking along the curb before climbing out of his seat and shutting his door. I reach open to open my door, surprised as it already swings open. Chris smiles down at me, “I’m only doing this because if I don’t–he’ll turn on the child lock and we’ll all have to wait.” I laugh, watching as Matt stands behind him with a subtle pout. 

“Whatever.” Matt grumbles. I stand up, kissing his cheek softly as the scowl disappears from his face. Chris and Nick are already walking through the front door, leaving it open. “Wait, I think you missed. My lips are right here.” He points. I shake my head, ruffling his hair as his hopefully eyes light up with a bright gleam. 

I lean in dangerously close, watching as his eyes flutter shut in anticipation. My lips gently graze over his, but I pull back and up, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “There?” I ask. His eyes open with a child-like shaking of his head. 

“No, no, no. Right…” He takes my finger, bring it to his mouth. He presses a gentle kiss on my finger pad as I giggle. “--here.” I drop my hand back to my sides. His eyes are trained on mine as I lean in closer and closer. 

The fluttering my stomach grows hotter as I feel his shaky breath fan onto my lips. He slowly lets his eyelids close. My lips graze against his once more as I stand in place. “Right here?” I whisper out. The heat of his breath warms me as I hear him gulp loudly. 

“Mhm.” He hums out in a blissed state. “Hmm.” I hum out, watching as he leans slightly forward, nearly pressing his lips completely onto mine. I place both of my hands up on his chest, keeping him in place. “Want me to kiss you?” I purr, watching him give a slight nod of his head. 

“Please.” He requests. I bite my lip in at his words, my eyes wandering over his face. I brush a fallen piece of hair out of his face, watching as he licks between his lips. I let my eyes close, banishing the distance in between us for a swift second as I pressed my lips against his own. 

I pull back quickly, despite wanting to feel the burning desire crawl through my veins. Matt’s hands grab at my forearms as his lips chase after mine. “There.” I remark, wiping the side of his mouth as his eyes flutter open lazily. “Happy?” I ask. 

Matt nods his head, his chest rising and falling with more volume. “Want more?” I tease. The whites of his eyes widen as he nods his head faster. “You’re so cute.” I remark, pulling away as he starts to pout. I turn around, walking to the open door as I hear his footsteps clammer on the street from behind me. 

“Wait!” I hear him shout. I slow my pace down, turning to see him speeding up to catch me. “Matt, I’ll give you more later, I promise.” I say. He smiles brightly, his hand reaching out and pulling my bag strap off of my shoulder. 

“I know, I just wanted to carry your bag.” He states. My chest warms at the sight of him hooking the strap over his own shoulder. He clasps the car keys to his jean loop, picking up my hand as we walk to the door. 

_

I didn’t know how we ended up in this position, but I wasn’t complaining. I had grown frustrated with trying to read the assigned book. Matt had immediately suggested we took a break, but I knew taking a break wouldn’t help. 

I laid in between Matt’s thighs as he held the book in front of the both of us, reading out loud. The boring words hadn’t sounded interesting at all until they fell from his lips. I turned the pages for him. One of his hands held the spine of the book open while the other massaged gently on my shoulder. 

His gentle hands eased my mind back into the moment every time it started to wander off. As he read the last couple words of the chapter, he closed the book, throwing it on his comforter. “How was that? Better?” He asks. 

I nod, my lips comfortable from being shut for so long. His hand wanders up from my shoulder, gathering my hair and placing it to the side. His hands started combing through my hair, a sensation I hadn’t felt since I was a child. 

I hum from the luxurious feeling. “Feel good?” He asks. I look up at him, seeing his face lean over me. “Mhm.” I hum. He leans back on the headboard, his finger intertwining in my hair with a delicate touch. 

I shift my body, turning to lay on top of him. “Is this okay?” I ask. He nods as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, holding out his hands and grabbing for me. “More than.” He voices. I let out a soft laugh, letting him pull me up to lay completely flat on top of him. 

His hands rub up and down my back, the muscles relaxing under his fingers. My thoughts wander to the color blue as I drift off to sleep.

_

The slight snore above me made my head snap upward. Matt’s eyes peel open as he lazily shuts them again. “Fuck, what time is it?” He asks in a groggy voice. I reach over, tapping on his phone as the screen lights up.

9:03 P.M.

“-’s nine.” I mumble, curling my head back into his chest. My stomach grumbles from above him, his hands stop caressing my hair. He pulls my head up gently, waving the hair out of my face. “Let’s go make food. You can spend the night–or I can drive you home.” He says. 

I shake my head, burying my face into his chest with heavy eyes. I hear his deep chuckle from above me. “Come on, I’m hungry too. We can even just grab something and come back up, okay?” I sigh, feeling his chest vibrate from his laughter. 

I roll over, landing on his pillowy comforter and curling into a ball. The things I would do to sleep in this bed every night is unfathomable. I hear his footsteps walk around, his hand caressing my cheek. “Come on, sweetheart.” He urges. 

I shake my head, turning on my other side. “Go eat, too tired.” I mumble. His hand shakes my shoulder slightly before he lets out a sigh. I sink into the sheets, relaxing as he stops shaking me. 

“Come on, sleepy girl.” He coos. He scoops me up, making me gasp and cling onto his shirt as he pulls me into his arms. “Relax.” I let my limbs fall languid in his grasp as he starts walking towards the kitchen. 

I shut my eyes as he turned on the bright light, burying my face in his shirt with a groan. “-’m sorry,” he says. “Here.” I feel him lean down picking something off of the back of the couch. He adjusts his arms, a blanket shielding my face from the unwelcome light. 

I sigh in content, curling up further into his arms as he squeezes me closer. “I’m gonna put you on the counter, okay?” I hum in response. I feel the cold granite through my baggy jeans, clinging the blanket tighter around me as he holds my shoulders to balance me. 

“Comfy, there?” He teases. I shoot him a tired look, nodding my head in response. He laughs, putting his hands on the tops of my thighs. “What do you wanna eat, pretty girl?” I yawn, shrugging while my head tips over, trying to lean on my own shoulder. 

Matt’s hand catches my head by my cheek. I attempt to lift my heavy eyelids, only to see his adorable eyes gleaming down at me. “Stay still, give me one minute, okay?” I nod, my head swaying forward slightly before I catch myself, sitting up straighter. 

I hear ruffling in the cupboard. I let my eyes shut, my back curling as I lean on my hand propped on my leg by my elbow. I barely register it’s slipping before I feel Matt pushing my forehead back, quiet snickers muted by his sealed lips. 

“Want me to carry you?” He asks. I nod my head lazily, reaching out as he sets a bag of some sort down. I feel him push me to the edge of the counter as I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms loop around his neck as I rest my head down on his shoulder. 

“I need to grab something, hold on.” I latch my arms tighter, feeling one of his hands from underneath my thigh vanish. His other hand grips onto my clothed-thigh firmly and securely. 

I hear a shuffle of some sorts as his hand wraps back around my thigh. His knuckles dig into my thigh as I hear a crinkle of a bag. I let myself relax in his arms as he held me close, the blanket still creating a barrier between the light leaving me in peaceful darkness. 

I feel his weight shift from each side as his footsteps patter on the ground softly. I hear him gently kick his door shut before throwing something on his bed. “Okay, want different pants?” He asks. 

My eyes half-open as I look up at him through the dark. He lays me on the bed as I continue holding around his neck. I hear him laugh before detaching my hands. “Hold on, I’ll come lay down. Don’t you want to change? You’re wearing jeans.” He points out. 

I roll over on my side, curling into the soft sheets with a sigh. “--just take ‘em off.” I mutter. I hear his laughter stop. Looking up, his eyes are wide as he scratches the back of his neck. “Are you sure? I–” I lift up a leg, pulling it over until it grazes his hand. 

He looks down at me for permission as I nod my head. With shaky hands, his fingers trail up to the waistband of my jeans. He unbuttons them, pulling the zipper down slowly. I lift up my hips, allowing him to sag the jeans off my bottom before plopping my hips back down onto the bed. 

“Fuck.” I hear him whisper. He pulls the jeans beneath my knees before I kick them off until I hear them land on the floor. My eyes don’t feel nearly as heavy when I feel his electric touch graze the outer-side of my thigh. 

I look down, seeing him completely hypnotized while trailing his fingers down my skin. “Matt.” I state. Grabbing his attention, his eyes go wide as he looks back up at me. “-’m sorry, just–fuck, I can’t help myself. I mean–look at you.” He breathes out. 

I fight back a blush as the heat rolls in waves throughout my system. I clench my knees tighter together at his words, his eyes grimacing shut as he takes a deep breath. “I brought up cookies for us to eat.” I looked down, seeing the bag of fancy cookie-shortbread things that I had always desperately wanted to try, but they seemed like a waste of money. 

Matt removes his hand. I immediately pout, wanting his skin on mine before slipping underneath the comforter and onto the silk sheets. He makes his way around the bed, pulling off his shirt quickly. I swallow thickly at the sight, watching as he leans over, grabbing the bag of cookies before sliding in the bed next to me. 

I shift closer, moaning at the soft silk sheets beneath me. “Oh my god, I love your bed.” I express. 

I don’t hear a response. Opening my eyes, I see him staring down at me with parted lips. “Open.” The familiar words fall from his lips as he presses the cookie on my lips. I open my mouth, letting him slide in the chocolate-covered shortbread. 

His eyes are trained on mine as my teeth bite down. My eyes go wide as I evaluate the flavor. “This is the best thing I’ve ever fucking had.” I say. His lips tug up into a small smile as he shakes his head. 

“One of your favorite things?” I nod my head at his question, not a doubt floating around in my mind as I answer. “See–already finding your favorites, hm?” He retorts. I blush, nodding shyly as he holds another one in front of my mouth. 

_

The tension had been thick as he alternated between feeding me and himself. Getting full, I shook my head at his attempt to give me another cookie. “Thank you though.” I express. He folds up the bag, tossing it on his nightstand before wiping off the few crumbs that remained on his bed sheets. 

“Mhm, now let’s cuddle, come here.” I move over into his open arm, slinging my bare leg over his hips as he lays on his side. One of his arms is tucked beneath my head, wrapping around the back of my shoulders and clinging me to him.  His other hand rests pulling me in by the waist. 

I place both my hands on his bare chest, looking up to see a smile on his face and his eyes closed. I admire the sight, watching his skin illuminate in the moonlight that seeps between the blinds. 

His eyes flicker open, catching my stare as I bury my face in his chest with flushed cheeks. “Were you staring?” He teases. His hand massages my waist, down to my hips that were still covered by the oversized hoodie. He kneads the skin, his hand rubbing down the side of my bare thigh before darting up almost instantly. “I’m sorry, I forgot–” 

I don’t let him finish. I grab his wrist, placing his hand back on my thigh firmly. He hesitantly rests the weight of his hand, not moving an inch. I let my hand wander up to his jaw, my fingers brushing against the slight stumble. 

I hum in content, watching his eyes close. I pull his chin down, his eyes opening and looking into mine. I let my gaze wander down to his lips, seeing his tongue dart across his bottom lip. He leans in further, his hand on my thigh tightening. “Can I kiss–” 

I wrap my hand over his shoulder, pulling myself up to meet his lips. His lips plaster against mine with a tantalizing desire spilling and creating a void of want in every pore of my body. His hand gripped my thigh harshly, kneading the flesh tenderly. 

I moan into his mouth as his hand grabs high, further up my thigh and dangerously close to where I longed for his touch the most. His tongue plunges in my mouth with wondrous fervent exploration. I pull lightly at the roots of his hair, the noise leaving his mouth falling in my own. 

The vibration of the sounds sends a shiver down my spine. I press my body impossibly closer to his. His hand dips from the action, grazing in between the backs of my thighs. I expect him to pull his hand up, but he doesn’t. His hand insteads inserts itself in between my legs, making my back arch into him as he squeezes the skin. 

My chest heaves as I pull away, gasping for air. He pants, the air hitting my along my neck, making me shrug my shoulders upward at the tingling sensation. “Was that enough kisses for you?” I tease, referring to the promise I had made earlier. 

He breathlessly nods his head. His hand trails up my side, wrapping around my waist and tugging me into him. “For now.” He breaths, pressing his lips onto my forehead. 

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