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[wileys-russo]

cold snap II l.williamson x reader

I have no idea where this came from or what it really is besides a whole loft of softness cold snap II l.williamson x reader

the early winter cold snap came as no surprise to anyone who'd spent a few years living in england, and if you'd lived there your entire life it was just another unfortunate but expected consequence of the dreary uk weather.

that wasn't to say that though you always knew it coming that it wasn't unpleasant, from the plummeting temperatures, icy roads, snow covered yards, frosted windows and the icy chill of the wind as it pricked at any and every sliver of skin it could find like tiny little pin pricks.

but though it had its downsides there were some perks to the temperature drop, to you the key thing being the fashion. you'd always loved the feeling of being bundled up in a multitude of clothing. hoodies and jackets and coats and scarves and beanies, you had it all and would near drown yourself in layers like a burrito.

not that you really needed them when you had the best defence against the cold you could ever hope for, leah.

leah who loathed the cold, hated the temperature drop and detested winter with all her might. any chance she got she'd whisk you both off for a weekend away somewhere warm, which was seldom given her career choice and insane schedule.

but the best defence against the cold snap was her body pressed up against yours, arms tightly squeezing you as you'd melt into her embrace, warmth flooding your body as her rosy pink lips gently peppered tender loving kisses against any sliver of skin they could as if trying to protect it from the incoming cold.

it was routine to find yourselves wrapped up together in a mountain of blankets on the sofa wearing one anothers hoodies and limbs entangled. your body cradled between leahs legs as her hands would creep up your top to find your stomach, tracing gentle patterns on the skin with her fingertips.

the gentle lull of her heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of her chest would reward you with a sense of safety and security you knew you'd never find with anyone else, not that you ever felt the need to test the theory.

leah was perfect, and she was yours as much as you were hers.

you'd always been a morning person by nature especially having valued your studies as a teenager you were always early to school, hidden away in the library with your nose buried in a book or scribbling down notes.

leah who was your best friend at the time ribbed you relentlessly for it. but the blonde was hardly ever on time for class herself and you'd often teased she was even late to her own birth which her mum roared laughing at.

but over the years you'd tried to break her out of her sleeping habits leah learned that those little pockets of time alone with you in the library before school were some of her most treasured memories.

she'd watch you over the top of the book she was pretending to read, eyes flickering down to the page when you'd look up and almost catch her with a smile.

leah loved how you looked those mornings, your eyebrows furrowed and glasses nearly slipping off the end of your nose as you'd quietly mumble along to what you were reading, finger tracing along the words as you went.

to leah you'd always been an anchor point. reliable and dependable and endlessly endearing, and yet always seeming just out of reach as you'd flit from relationship to relationship never really settling down with anyone long enough to allow them to get to know you.

but that was where leah knew she'd always won because there wasn't a single part of you that you'd not opened up and shared with her, and much to the infuriation of your partners over the years leah was always your go to person for everything and anything, and the first person you'd go to with any sort of news good or bad.

it didn't take leah long to realise that she was in love with you, but fearing that if she stuck her foot into the rotating door of partners you'd spun over the years that her feelings might not be shared and she'd be rejected or worse lose you entirely, so it took her a long time to be honest with you.

her mum had known of leahs true feelings for years and was forever encouraging leah to open herself up and be upfront with you, and there were too many times to count where leah was sure she was about to do it but then she'd chicken out right at the last minute.

but as leahs football career began to grow and afternoon trainings and weekend games turned into her missing days and sometimes weeks of school for camps, tournaments and academy commitments it had finally clicked.

you were just as much in love with leah as she was with you, though neither of you were yet to actually realise this.

but what you did both learn was that distance makes the heart grow fonder and the more time you had to spend apart the more you silently yearned for one another.

it was your final year of high school and leah had just returned from a tournament in morocco with the england under 19's squad. with the yearly cold snap having just kicked in and the blonde having coming from scorching temperatures you'd died laughing as she turned up to school in about ten layers.

"yes miss i've been told and i've already been given my warnings! but its fucking freezing and these don't do anything." leah snapped at your english teacher who warned her for the grey hoodie she had on beneath your uniform, yanking at the paper thin blazer covering her.

you'd grabbed her knee beneath the table and squeezed gently, giving her a warning look as leah mumbled an apology and your teacher hummed but let her outburst slide much to your relief.

"hey you need to calm down you can't afford an afternoon in you've got training." you warned quietly, her head falling to your shoulder as you shared your textbook, leah having overslept and turned up late she'd forgotten almost everything bar her head.

but with her mood only worsening as time went on you'd opted not to tease her for it, rather doing everything you could to try and make her first day back easier. "i wish i was in bed." leah mumbled with a frown, tapping her foot against yours to signal to turn the page which you did.

"you and me both lee, you and me both. lunch is next anyway, then two more classes and you get to run around and get all dirty and sweaty like you love!" you pinched her cheek and again turned the page as her foot knocked against yours.

"two classes you aren't in." leah huffed, pulling her head off your shoulder and slumping backwards into her chair, arms crossed over her chest with a frown.

the bell to end class cut you off before another word could be said, leah shoving your books back into your bag for you as the two of you joined the rest of your friends, making your way to where the six of you always ate together.

"leah!" you laughed as the girl attached herself to you from behind, hugging your back firmly to her front. "m'hungry and i'm cold." the girl mumbled, having already eaten her food you knew she was eyeing off yours.

"and thats my problem how exactly?" you mocked, shoving the last mouthful of your sandwich into your mouth and leaning up to kiss her cheek. "mate the betrayal!" leah gasped, fingers digging into your ribs as you squealed and tried to push away from her but the girls iron grip was unbreakable.

both of you missed the knowing look shot among your friends, all of whom had front row seats to your endless pining over one another over the years and had spoken to the pair of you individually about no longer dancing around it.

"wanna go to the library?" leah asked, chin resting on your shoulder as you reveled in the warmth from her body hugging yours. "is leah catherine williamson willingly asking to go somewhere with books!" you gasped sarcastically as she flicked your ear.

"yeah its warm in there they have heaters!" "alright you've sold me lets go."

~

"stop looking at me and read those notes, you need to catch up!" you kicked her from where the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, hidden away behind the aisles. "but its so boring man!" leah groaned, snapping the book closed and dropping it in her lap.

"then go find a book thats interesting, i have to finish this." you chuckled, gaze dropping back to the homework in your lap as leah rolled her eyes. "thats not even mandatory and we got it an hour ago, you don't need to do it right now!" leahs foot nudged the book.

"its not mandatory for me but you're behind and its mandatory for you. so if i finish it now then you can take it with you and copy after training so you won't need to stress." you answered without looking away, swatting her foot away as leahs face softened.

it was at that moment as you sat together in the library, hair tucked away in a beanie and glasses once again hanging off your nose that leahs body surged with adoration for you and for the first time along with that came a confidence she'd lacked until now.

"hey. can we talk about something?" her foot bumped you again and hearing the obvious switch in her tone of voice you nodded, putting aside your notebook and raising your eyebrows to show you were listening.

"so i have this friend yeah? and she's sort of got this massive dumb crush on someone shes really close to, like her best mate." leah started, avoiding your eyes as she looked up to the roof and you frowned a little.

"okay." you nodded slowly, encouraging her to continue. "but she's afraid that if she tells her best mate that they won't feel the same way and it'll make it weird between them." leah continued, still not looking at you as you moved so you were sitting beside her.

"okay." you repeated, unsure if you were misreading this as your hand sat dormant by leahs. "so what would you do?" leah asked, a lot quieter now. "if i was your friend?" you clarified as she nodded, neither of you making eye contact.

"i would tell your friend that lifes too short, that she should tell her best mate. because if they are close then even if the feelings aren't the same it won't ruin anything, and if the feelings are the same then by telling them she won't miss out on an opportunity to explore that." you answered honestly, heart hammering now as you hoped you weren't misunderstanding.

a silence fell between the two of you the only noise the gentle chatter of your peers scattered around the library but in your own little bubble all you could focus on was leah.

suddenly your pinky moved just a few centimetres, gently nudging leahs before stilling. holding her breath leahs own pinky inched sideways a little grazing yours, and slowly you felt it interlock, eventually her whole hand grabbing onto yours and interlacing your fingers.

"so i'm sort of in love with you and i have been for years, and i don't know if this makes things really weird and if it does then i'm so sorry but you're like the best human ever and-" leahs head snapped toward yours as she started to ramble making your lips curl into a smile.

leahs words died in her throat as you cleared the gap between you and cut her off pressing your soft lips to hers, pulling away as the blonde stared at you dumbstruck.

"does that fix your friends worries?"

~

several months later and you and leah were even more smitten with one another than before. with school nearly finished you knew leah was angling for a contract with the arsenal senior team and when leah wanted something she put her entire being it making it happen.

"hi love! she's still upstairs, even though she knows we need to leave in five minutes!" leahs mum amanda greeted you with a hug before yelling upstairs making you laugh. "im nearly ready woman keep your pants on!" came leahs yell back making her mum roll her eyes.

"charmer she is." amanda sighed as you shot her a grin and she hurried off to make sure jacob was ready to go, the four of you headed to watch him play with his own team.

jogging upstairs you entered your girlfriends bedroom but frowned unable to see your actual girlfriend inside of it. "rah!" you jumped about a foot in the air as hands grabbed your waist and spun you around.

"dickhead! don't do that." you scowled as she put you down, doubled over laughing as you kicked her and she whined, flopping down onto her bed. "leah you're not even dressed, hurry up!" you groaned impatiently.

"okay sorry mum!" the blonde mocked, disappearing into her closet as you clicked your heels together impatiently. "stop that! its stressing me out." leahs head popped out to point to your feet as you smiled and continued to do it making her eyes roll.

"leah we need to leave, shift it!" amanda yelled from downstairs as you stood up, the blonde finally stepping out of the bathroom fully dressed. "ready now?" you quirked an eyebrow. "mm not yet, one more thing." leah held up a finger as you sighed, hearing amanda huff from downstairs.

to your surprise your girlfriend grabbed your hands and pulled your body into hers, one hand cradling the back of your neck as the other nudged your chin upwards and her lips captured your own.

"we need to go!" you laughed quietly into the kiss, trying to pull away as leahs grip on the back of your neck tightened. "they can wait thirty more seconds." leah grinned, teeth tugging on your bottom lip teasingly.

but right as it started, the kiss came to an abrupt end as leah pulled some sort of material over your eyes. "come on! god you're always making us so late babe." leah groaned holding her hand out as you adjusted the beanie she'd put on you and rolled your eyes.

"you know being cute only gets you so far williamson."

once at the game you and leah tried to be discreet as you sat down together, not having told either of your families just yet. but with amanda on your right and leah on your left with her aunt and cousins sat behind, it didn't take long.

the two of you were pressed as much into one another as you could be, leahs arm draped over the back of your seat as you leaned into her side and she'd whisper things into your ear every few minutes making you grin or giggle.

your feet would tap and poke against one anothers playing footsie like a couple of children, one of your hands resting on leahs knee, fingers playing absentmindedly with the strands of denim which protruded from the rips in her jeans.

you both missed the amused looks from leahs mum beside you who'd just been waiting for one of you to crack and tell her after she'd unknowingly caught the two of you making out in the living room one afternoon, choosing not to make herself known and rather leaving you both to it.

but as the game continued leahs advances seemed to get bolder, her lips kissing your cheek and forehead with a loud smack as you'd huff and shove her away making her grin and do it over and over again, for once barely paying the match any attention.

"stop! your fingers are freezing." you laughed quietly, wrenching her hand away from where it travelled up your hoodie. "and your stomach is very warm, stop being selfish!" leahs hand crept back up, cold fingers pressing teasingly into your ribs making you squeal and smack her.

"girls." you both looked up as amanda called for you, subtly pushing leahs hand out of your lap. "you know this means no more sleepovers and closed doors under my roof, yes?" amanda smiled as you choked on air and leah hit your back, giving her mum an incredulous look of shock.

"mum!" was all the blonde managed to scoff out in surprise as both of your faces burned bright red.

"what? i gave you lots of opportunities to tell me! you missed your chance love."

~

nowadays, the cold snap still came and your girlfriend still loathed it, but she made sure to take full advantage of all the perks she could squeeze from it.

which is why her arms tightened around your torso as you tried to get up, causing you to smile. "baby?" you spoke softly, running a hand through her blonde her, her face calm and still, eyes squeezed shut. "leaaah!" you sang out slowly, finger tracing gently across her face.

all you received was a huff and a grunt as she rolled over, burying her face in your neck and tangling her legs with yours. "come on i said one more hour and its been two now, get up!" you laughed, tucking a hand up her hoodie and scratching at her back.

"if you wanted me to get up you'd not have started that love." leah sighed happily, shifting herself even closer into you. "don't you dare! give it back." her head popped up and she cracked one eye open with a glare as you retracted your hand.

"doesn't belong to you." you teased with a smile, moving your hands beneath you as leah scoffed. "does too!" leah argued, both eyes open as suddenly she was on top of you. "so does this, and this, and this, and this and-" she peppered kisses all over your face and neck as your laughter filled the room.

"baby its cold and its raining and we both have the day off, just want cuddles." leah flopped back down on top of you, lips curled into a pout as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"fine! one more hour."

that hour again became two and with leah well and truly dead to the world this time you managed to wiggle out of bed, leaving her tucked away in the covers as your body screamed for coffee.

you sighed in relief as the first sip hit your lips, taking a seat at the counter and staring out the window, watching as each raindrop smacked the glass and trailed down carving its own little path.

"what part of i want cuddles did you not understand!" you glanced over your shoulder to see leah with the duvet wrapped around her, hood covering her bed hair and an annoyed scowl on her face.

"what part of one more hour did you not understand?" you smiled teasingly, sipping at your coffee as she rolled her eyes. "is the heat on? im actually freezing." leah mumbled, her body quickly moving to wrap around yours.

"go put another layer on then baby, the heat is on." you chuckled, craning your head back to press a few lazy kisses to her jaw, head resting against her chest. "can't believe you chose coffee over me." leah grumbled.

"well one fuels me and the other drains me so..." you trailed off with a shrug, squealing as suddenly you weren't in your chair anymore, feet off the ground as leah carried you into the living room. "leah!" you laughed as she dropped you onto the sofa and crawled on top of you.

"look! its like our private little kiss cave." the blonde beamed, tugging the duvet over her head to engulf the both of you like a fort as she hungrily kissed you, stealing the air from your lungs as her hands slipped up your hoodie.

"baby your hands are freezing!" "oh really? see my lips are the coldest right now, you would be a terrible girlfriend not to help me warm them up."

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[theharrowing]

What, now?

For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they?

☁ Jungkook x Female Reader ☁ word count: 13.6k ☁ friends to lovers, requited unrequited, pwp, fluff, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+ ☁ warnings: switch jungkook & switch reader, smoking weed, playful swatting and hitting (idk i'm an aries venus and i tend to playfully hit the people i love), tension and confessions, shot-gunning smoke, making out, light teasing and begging, anxiety, use of "baby" and "good girl/good boy", oral sex (f & m), fingering, a bit of squirting, dick piercingsssss, deepthroating, a hint of humiliation and cum play and spit, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, jungkook changes positions like he changes karaoke songs, booty eating and fingering, a bit of cockwarming, soft feelings. ☁ note: the time has come. i have written my first ever jungkook fic! i am very excited to be taking this important step, and i hope that you enjoy it. please blame/thank @jjkeverlast for putting this idea into my head and brainstorming with me! this contains literally the barest plot! ☁ beta read by @neoneunnajimin and @blog-name-idk 🥰 i love you both very much! ☁ posted march 2023 | read on ao3

"What, now?" Jeongguk asks, blinking heavily from staring at some fixed point on your comforter. 

Frustrated, you sigh out a puff of smoke and set the joint onto a clear glass ashtray on your bedside table. Then you grab a pillow, gripping tightly to its soft, floral covering, and you chuck it at him. 

"Oh, for the love of—" you complain as the pillow hits his shoulder, and he lets out a deep oof. "—you are impossible, Jeongguk!"

Jeongguk clutches his heart, feigning dramatically to be wounded, and leans back. Then, fear paints his face, and you realize he might actually be tipping over the edge of your bed as his arms flail out to the sides. 

With an exasperated huff, you get onto your knees and lean forward, grabbing one of his flailing arms and yanking him to safety. As Jeongguk slouches toward you, your balance slips, and you crash headfirst into his knee, then roll onto your back in defeat as a throbbing ache blooms in the center of your forehead. 

Jeongguk bends—brows knit with concern and wide, deep brown eyes accentuated by his browline glasses—staring straight into your soul. As he reaches to touch you, his dark brown curls fall forward, framing his beautiful face, causing you to panic-gasp and swat at his hand.

"Get away from me, you demon!"

"I'm sorry! Your bed is tall; I could have died!" he whines as you roll to safety by your headboard and scramble back into a seated position. You reach for the joint to take another deep inhale, letting the smoke settle before breathing it out, then you lean forward and hand it over. 

"You go so far away when you're high," you grumble as you sit back, snatching another pillow to hug close. 

"Sorry," Jeongguk mutters as he takes a slow, deep hit, hissing as he inhales and sighing on the exhale. "I get lost in my thoughts." 

With a scoff, you roll your eyes. 

"What were you thinking of, hmm?" 

Jeongguk flits his gaze to you, which appears a bit sad, stirring something inside your tummy. For as long as you have known Jeongguk, he has been lighthearted and relaxed, finding levity in any situation. But lately, when you hang out, there is a heaviness—a tension, almost. Something hangs in the air—something he always seems on the edge of voicing but never does. 

Jeongguk leans forward and hands you the joint, but rather than straightening out after you reach for it, he stays anchored on his palm, slouched in front of you. With a sigh, he cocks his head and says, "I don't know. What if I—" his eyes search around and past you, then return, "—what if you don't like what I've been thinking about?" 

Ridiculous. The only thing Jeongguk could ever do to upset you is move to a new city or find some other way to pull the two of you apart. As long as your best friend is in your orbit, nothing can hurt you. 

And, sure, the fact that you have a huge, overwhelming, insurmountable, absolutely dizzying fucking crush on him is frustrating—bordering infuriating, at times—but you suffer out of love. At least, that is what you tell yourself. You can yearn until the end of time as long as your best friend never leaves you. 

Jeongguk clears his throat and settles back on his knees. You could swear his gaze falls past your eyes—lower, to your mouth—but he seems once again lost in thought, making him hard to read. 

"I want to kiss you," he finally blurts out. 

You choke on air, inhaling too sharply and coughing, squeezing your pillow tight. Jeongguk's shoulders slump forward, and he hangs his head and shakes it, letting out a soft, somewhat humorless laugh as he sits back up and crosses his arms over his chest. 

"Forget it," he mutters. 

Absolutely not.

"Jeon Jeongguk," you wheeze, gripping the corner of the pillow and swatting him with it, hitting his knees. He glances at you with a sad, somewhat distant expression, and your head fucking spins as you try to make sense of this situation. 

"Is this just like...high talk?" you ask, suddenly feeling panicked that your very attractive best friend is talking about kissing you. "Like, I don't know, is the weed making you say silly shit?" 

A frown tugs on Jeongguk's pretty lips. 

"Silly shit? Wow, yeah, forget I said anything." 

"That's not—" you feel guilty, sighing, "—Jeongguk—" 

"No, no," he interrupts, waving a limp defeated hand. "Never mind." 

You remember the joint in your grasp and take a useless puff, having to grab for the baby blue lighter sitting beside the ashtray and flick your thumb over the wheel a few times until a flame greets you. Gently, you inhale as fire engulfs the tip, bringing it back to life, and then, with a lungful, you pass it to your best friend, who gives a sad half-smile and says, "Thanks." 

As you settle back against your headboard, clenching the lighter in your fist and hugging your pillow tight, your mind races. You struggle to grab onto any one thought long enough to really comprehend it; all you can seem to focus on is when? When could this feeling of his have started? 

Jeongguk chuckles, but it lacks any mirth. And then he mutters, "Here, I thought I was being super obvious," causing your mouth to drop open. 

"Okay, but...since when?" 

"I've had feelings for you since the day we met," Jeongguk states, looking into your eyes, causing your stomach to do a backflip. 

"Since wh—what? You what?" 

Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak, but you wave your hands in the air, lighter wedged under your pinky and ring finger, to cut him off. 

"No! Because, I have had feelings for you since the day we met! Which means—oh, god, what have we been doing?" 

"I was a dork when we first met," Jeongguk grumbles, though he seems to have lightened up, smiling through his words. 

Laughter quakes through you, and you nod your head cartoonishly, still absolutely dumbfounded by all of this. 

"You were! You were smart, and funny, and kind, and even when your nose was still too big for your face, you were still the cutest dork I knew!"

The Jeongguk you met all those years ago, when he was tiny and shy, was already the love of your life. And as you aged and he began to bulk up, covering himself in tattoos and piercings, it only made your heart ache all the more.

Jeongguk's gaze falls, and a shy smile creeps across his face. He plays with the little metal ring in his lip, passing his teeth gently over it, then he looks back up, making firm eye contact. 

With his voice dropping an octave lower, he asks, "You really have feelings for me?"

The shift in his tone and demeanor makes your heart pound, and you attempt to take a drag from the joint, realizing after two dazed inhales that it has gone out, once again. Sheepishly, you hold up the lighter and flick your thumb over the wheel once, then twice, watching as sparks fly and wondering if it is in any way symbolic or if that is the weed taking over your cloudy little brain and making you too hopeful for your own good. 

With a deep inhale, you reignite the joint—hoping you have done a better job than last time—then you hold in the smoke and hand it back, feeling yourself become antsy under Jeongguk's intense gaze. He brushes his fingers against your knuckles as he slowly takes the dwindling offering and pulls it to his mouth, and you barely part your lips to let the smoke leave your lungs, watch intently as he sucks in and then smiles, licking his lips before slowly exhaling. 

A chuckle breaks you from your trance, and you blink heavily while sitting up straight, gripping the life out of the pillow with your forearms. The weed, Jeongguk's confession, and his shift in mood all have you feeling lightheaded. You clear your throat and toss your lighter to the bedside table, which clatters on impact.

"Of course I do," you mutter, finally returning to the conversation that had hung as thick and heavy as the cloud of smoke between you. "Have you seen yourself, Jeongguk? Everybody has feelings for you."

Jeongguk smiles—still looks a bit shy, but with an air of confidence that makes your head spin. Although you know that there are no hallucinogenic properties to the weed you smoke—or, at least, very little—you struggle to grasp that this is reality. 

"I don't care what everybody feels," he utters softly, leaning forward with his palms on the bed, joint sticking straight up between two fingers. "Just you."

Jeongguk crawls—fucking crawls—toward you, and you feel your brain begin to short-circuit. The air in the room is thick and warm, and you swallow a large lump in your throat. But it is his chuckle that really does you in—soft and light, and a little too deep for comfort, causing your heart to pound loudly in your ears and heavily in your chest. 

"Tell me," Jeongguk utters, entering your personal space.

It takes you a few seconds to catch up to what he is saying; all you can focus on is his looming, beautiful presence. 

"What, now?"

Jeongguk's head falls forward, and he laughs—shoulders gently bouncing. He shakes his head and looks back up at you, and god, he is devastating with his hair grown out in waves and his glasses slid down his nose. Absolutely breathtaking. 

"Tell me how you feel," he urges softly, sitting up on his knees in front of you and lifting the joint to his lips. 

Your eyes once again follow every movement, and all you can mutter is, "I feel...very high."

Jeongguk laughs again, puffing smoke into your face and making you grimace—not that you mind entirely; your brain is already so hazy, thanks, in part, to him. What harm will a little smoke do?

"How you feel about me," he says, leaning in just a little too close. 

"Uh—I," you swallow, despite your throat feeling dreadfully dry. "I li—I like you. O-obviously." 

The last word is barely a whisper, and you could swear Jeongguk's eyes sparkle when you say it. Every fight or flight instinct blares at full volume as Jeongguk leans and presses his palm into the headboard just beside your head. Tan, tattooed skin fills your periphery, and you turn slightly to glance at his arm beside you before returning your focus to him.

"Come here," Jeongguk says, lifting what is left of the joint to his lips and sucking in, then holding in the smoke as he pulls it away. He raises his eyebrows and gently grabs your arm to tug you forward, and you lean just enough for him to take your invitation and close the gap, pressing your lips together. 

Your eyes widen, and your first instinct is to take a sharp inhale because, holy fuck, Jeongguk's mouth is against yours, and he feels so perfectly soft and inviting. Instead, you part your lips slowly, and as you do, Jeongguk exhales, passing the smoke from his mouth to yours in a dizzying exchange. You hold it in, then swallow it back, exhaling through your nose as Jeongguk smiles against you and begins to back up.

But you do not want Jeongguk to back up. You have felt his mouth on yours, and you need more than just a taste. Frantically, you reach up and grip onto his shirt, tugging him close.

With a soft, "Oing?" he falls forward, pliant.

Jeongguk smells musky and sweet, and you gently drag his lip between your teeth, tasting metal and smoke. With a sigh that sounds awfully close to a whimper, Jeongguk opens his mouth and drags his tongue over your lips and teeth, causing you to let out something between a moan and a sob, feeling Jeongguk smile as he deepens the kiss, willing your mouth further open. 

There is a sweetness to Jeongguk's tongue hidden beneath the stinky taste of weed, and you lick into his mouth, chasing hints of him, gasping as he lets out faint noises. Despite all of this being very real—every sense filled with Jeongguk—you struggle to accept that this is actually happening. Finally, after all this time. 

Jeongguk lifts his hand to touch you, grazing his fingertips over your cheek, and sending sparks through you. Then he pulls from the kiss, and swears under his breath, sighing with annoyance. You open your eyes to find him still cradling a dead joint between his fingers, which he drops onto the ashtray, only to begin wiping fallen ash off your comforter.

"Jeon," you grumble, despite hardly caring about the ash; you just like to give him a hard time.

"I'm sorry for my fault," Jeongguk mutters as he returns to your lips. 

Your hand still clenches onto his shirt, and you chuckle into his kiss, keeping your face turned only enough to slot your noses side by side, slowly licking and sucking and savoring one another. Gradually, your brain and heart stop operating in panic mode, and you begin to notice the arousal that swirls through you—hot and eager for more. 

To your dismay, Jeongguk breaks from the kiss and rests his forehead against yours. 

"Is this alright?" he asks, and you open your eyes to find him appearing concerned. 

"I like it," you respond, fuzzy and warm. 

"You have no idea—well, actually you probably do have some idea how long I have wanted to do that."

You nod and hum, "Mmhmm."

"So..." Jeongguk trails off, playing with his lip ring between his teeth, sitting so close, everything appears blurred. "What, now?"

Your tummy does a backflip, and you cannot help but chuckle softly. What, now, indeed. 

With a hum, you mutter, "We could keep kissing."

"We could..." 

Jeongguk slots his lips against yours as he trails off, and you wonder if there is something more to his tone, so you hum—a question, or, perhaps, encouragement to continue. 

Rather than elaborate, Jeongguk sucks your bottom lip gently between his teeth. Your mouth falls open as you gasp, and he deepens the kiss, wrapping an arm around your back while he cradles your cheek softly as you slide your hands to his neck, eager to keep him close. The back and forth of your tongues is an addicting dance, and you find yourself moaning and gasping a little louder, pulling him a little closer. 

Jeongguk makes soft, inviting sounds of his own, and you fight the urge to claw at his clothing and beg him for more. You are certain that he must want it too—that this kiss must be affecting him the way it affects you—but you are unsure how to initiate more; what if this really is all he wants?

With a deep, needy groan, Jeongguk pulls from the kiss, and he appears timid when he sits back enough to look you in the eyes. Taking in the sight of him this close, with his pretty, dark curls framing his face—this close that you can count each mole and scar that graces his skin—you feel warmth rise to your cheeks. Jeongguk seems to be searching for something to say, then he drops his gaze. 

"Hey," you mutter as you lean in and place a soft peck on the apple of his cheek. "Where did you go?"

Jeongguk softly laughs, tugging his lips into a smile. 

"I just...I can't believe this is finally happening...I'm finally kissing you."

A smile creeps over your lips. 

"Me too." 

Jeongguk backs away further, and you stick your bottom lip out to pout. You are in the midst of a solid high, with everything feeling simultaneously too light and too heavy, and you want to keep making out with your super hot best friend.

"My legs are falling asleep," he complains as he crawls beside you and rotates, sitting against the headboard.

Beside you, his hand rests palm facing up, and you place your hand into his, slotting your fingers together. Holding Jeongguk's hand is nothing new, but now it feels different—now there is an electric current that buzzes lively between your palms. 

"Way to ruin the vibe," you tease, giving him a gentle squeeze. "I was getting into it."

Jeongguk tugs on your hand, and you glance up, meeting his gaze. 

"Come here, then."

And perhaps you should hesitate before swinging your leg over your best friend's thighs to straddle his lap. Perhaps this—whatever the fuck this is—that is happening between you deserves a conversation before it moves too much further. But you do not want to dwell on anything for too long. All you want to do is sink into this moment until you are too far below the surface to breathe, succumbing to the chaos and letting it swallow you whole. 

You climb onto Jeongguk's lap, still holding onto his hand, and you settle down on his thighs, gently touching your fingertips to the underside of his chin and slotting his lips against yours. Jeongguk smiles and holds his mouth pliant for you to explore, then he wraps his arms around you, sliding one hand up to your neck as he deepens the kiss. 

Making out with Jeongguk is a dream you never want to wake from. His scent is soft and welcoming and smells like home—hints of fresh cologne on top of the natural sweet musk that you have come to identify as him. And his voice is low and grumbly, with a pitchy lilt whenever you nip at his lip, and it stirs something deep inside you to pull more of those pretty sounds from his throat. 

He feels incredible beneath you. Firm but soft, gentle but insistent in his touch—eager but not pushy or too rough. His lips are sweet, spit-slicked heaven, and the more you kiss and suck and nibble, the more enamored you become. 

Jeongguk groans and mutters, "You feel so good," and it sparks something in you to lean into him, chest flush against his. He holds you tighter, gently squeezing the back of your neck, then he breaks from your lips to kiss your chin and trail down to your throat. 

The new sensation sends arousal flooding through you, and you whimper as you somewhat mindlessly roll your hips. Jeongguk groans against your skin, his grip on you tightens, and if you are not mistaken, it feels like a tremble quakes through him. 

“Easy, tiger,” Jeongguk warns as his hand squeezes the back of your neck.

You let out a playful, "Hmm?" before rolling yourself against him once more, and Jeongguk gasps as he slides his hands down to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he returns his mouth to yours.

"You're entering dangerous territory by doing that," he grumbles against you.

You draw lazy shapes with your tongues between each sentence, swallowing one another's words whole. 

"Dangerous how?"

"You're grinding yourself against my dick," he whines through a helpless chuckle.

"I know."

You open your eyes to find his wide, and he grins, shaking his head in disbelief before his gaze darkens. 

"You know, huh?"

Another hum—a deep, enticing, "Mmhmm"—as you attempt to roll your hips again, finding yourself stuck hovering over his crotch instead. 

"Are you trying to get me hard?" he asks, tilting his head back so you can look at him fully. 

Jeongguk already appears somewhat wrecked. With a hint of dew on his forehead, rosy-flush on his cheeks, and hair a little disheveled, he is so fucking pretty. 

And maybe it is the weed talking—making you bold enough to say shit like this to your best friend in the whole entire world—but you ask, "And what if I am?" while holding brazen, unwavering eye contact.

Jeongguk stares at you for several quiet seconds with his pretty lips parted, eyes roving as if studying you. Then, in an eager motion, he whips his glasses off, tossing them to your bedside table in a clatter as he gently but firmly takes your face in both hands and kisses you like a man desperate to never breathe anything but the oxygen from your lungs.

You moan into Jeongguk's mouth and roll your hips, this time angling forward to graze denim against denim with purpose. Jeongguk whimpers into your mouth and slides one arm down, past your shoulder, to your hip, holding tight while he thrusts upward. You are unsure if you actually feel him—only really noticing rough fabric scrape over rough fabric—but the intensity of his kiss and eagerness of his hips have arousal coursing through you, steadily building. 

"Are you sure?" Jeongguk groans into your lips, and you nod.

"I've wanted you for at least a million years; of course I am sure."

A soft chuckle flits from his mouth to yours. 

"A million years? How many lives is that?"

Impatience courses through you—why is he so determined to be chatty now, of all times? 

You grumble, "I don't know, Jeon, twelve or thirteen thousand, give or take?" and Jeongguk smiles against you. 

“I guess I should hurry up and fuck you then, since you’ve waited so many lifetimes for it.”

The nonchalance of his statement sends a chill up your back. He must feel it, because he giggles and continues to suck and nip at your neck, pushing you to the brink of complete mental collapse.

"What is your problem?" you whine, lolling your head to the side to give him more access to you. "How can you just say that?"

"Do you not want me to fuck you?" Jeongguk asks between nips at your skin. 

You shove at his chest, feeling petulant, grumbling, "I am going to fucking kill you."

With a chuckle, Jeongguk wraps his arms around your back, lifts you, and then lies you down against the mattress. It happens so fast, you gasp and throw your arms over your head as you fall gently against the soft comforter, and Jeongguk grins as he leans forward, hovering over you.

"Tell me what you want," he says with wide eyes—blown out and bloodshot. 

"I w—I want you," you stammer, suddenly too shy to voice what has been on your mind for so many years. 

Jeongguk leans close—so close his crotch grazes yours, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his thighs to keep him in place. 

"Want me how?" he asks with a devilish grin. 

"Fuck—" you mutter quietly before swallowing your nervousness, wrapping your arms around his neck, and saying, "Fuck me, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk's smile widens, and you could swear his eyes shimmer as he gazes down at you. He almost seems taken aback—unable to process that this is his reality. Not that you can blame him; you feel equally stunned. 

"You sure?" he asks, gazing becoming so soft, affection blooms behind your ribs. 

Feeling impatient, you smack Jeongguk softly on the shoulder with your fingertips. You are way too high to be repeating yourself, although you do appreciate his insistence on making sure you are comfortable. 

But the pace at which he is dragging everything out has you practically begging, "Yes, god, please, Jeongguk."

The benefit of initiating a sexual encounter with your best friend in the entire world is that you are both aware of one another's health checks and sexual histories. You have bragged and complained to one another about every single sexual encounter over the years, and have sent selfies from every doctor's office visit. 

But Jeongguk is Jeongguk, so, of course, he asks, "Still on the pill?" and he does not question it when you nod in response. 

Jeongguk reaches for the back of his shirt and swiftly pulls it over his head. As he tosses it to the side, you feel your breath get caught in your throat. You have seen Jeongguk shirtless before—have swam with him countless times, and have gone along to all of his tattoo appointments. But watching him undress with the intent of being intimate with you feels different. Having front-row access to gawk openly at his beautifully sculpted muscles is new.

Gently, Jeongguk grabs at the hem of your shirt and tugs, and you comply, pulling it over your head with a weak lift of your torso before crashing back onto the comforter once it is off. You lay in a sheer, mesh black bra, and when you begin to anchor yourself onto your elbows to unclip the back, Jeongguk shakes his head, leaning forward as he mutters, "I like it. Keep it on."

Another benefit to initiating a sexual encounter with your best friend in the entire world is that you have shared some details about what you are into with one another, over the years. Nothing too graphic because you would always shy away from serious sexual conversation, worrying about becoming too obviously flustered by him. But you know that Jeongguk tends to like things to have a bit of a power-play dynamic. He has, on several occasions, bragged openly about his sexual prowess to male mutual friends while in your presence, discussing past partners in terms of submissiveness.

So, for that reason, you stretch your hands up, over your head. Nothing too wild, but a clear sign of surrender. Jeongguk follows the movement with his eyes, then slides down your body, hovering his lips over one of your clothed breasts. 

"Keep your hands above your head," he sighs in command, ghosting warmth over your skin and giving you goosebumps. 

You let out a shaky exhale in response and nod, placing one of your hands into the other and slightly gripping, determined to be good for him. Jeongguk nudges the tip of his nose against a nipple, causing you to gasp as the touch—faint as it is—sends a spark of arousal through you.

"I always knew your tits would be amazing," Jeongguk grumbles, dragging his lips over your sensitive bud.

If you were not trying to keep your hands firmly in place, you would have delivered another smack to his shoulder for being so unserious. You even gasp and begin to complain about Jeongguk's choice of words, but he flicks his tongue against your clothed nipple, and you sigh into the feeling, already distracted.

Jeongguk chuckles and mutters, "I'm surprised you didn't try to hit me," with his lips grazing the mesh over your skin, because of course he knows you too well.

You let out a soft laugh of your own. 

"I wanted to, but you told me to keep my hands above my head."

"So good for me," Jeongguk responds deeply, sending a shiver through you. "I'm a little surprised."

"Hmm?" you ask, watching as Jeongguk glances up, making eye contact.

He smiles wide and shrugs, saying, "I expected you to be more of a brat."

The urge to smack strengthens, but you do your best to keep your hands firmly in place. Jeongguk is definitely not incorrect that you tend to be more of a brat in bed, but you were hoping to behave at least a little since this is something you have wanted for so long. 

"Keep talking shit and I'll show you a brat," you respond as you watch Jeongguk gaze up once more with a dark, pointed stare.

"Is that so?" he asks as he crawls up your body, caging your head between his hands. 

You tilt your chin upward and nod, giving him a cheeky grin. 

"It is."

Jeongguk reaches down with one hand between your legs, which you let fall open the moment his knuckles brush against your thigh. With his fingertips, he grazes over the denim crotch of your pants, following the seam up to your zipper. It is so light you can barely feel it as he passes over your heat, but it is enough to make you whimper and plead with your eyes for more. 

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" Jeongguk asks playfully as his head cocks to the side and pretty, dark waves fall past his face.

"I do."

"Hmm, but you're already misbehaving. So maybe I should just tease you a little and leave."

For a split second, you lift your hands from the bed with the intent of wrapping your arms around his neck, earning a raise of Jeongguk's eyebrows. Then you drop them back onto the comforter and squeeze your hands closed. 

"Please, Jeongguk," you attempt, batting your eyelashes and smiling oh, so sweetly.

Jeongguk studies you, letting his wide eyes fall to your lips and back up, then he says, "I guess I could make you beg for it."

"You are so evil," you whine, voice breathy as Jeongguk leans down and nips at your chin, down your neck. "Please don't make me beg."

"Hmm, but you already are," Jeongguk teases as his lips, teeth, and tongue travel lower. 

God, Jeongguk is as insufferable as he is irresistible, and you allow your eyes to flutter closed as his lips curve toward your breast, pinching and tugging at fabric, touching you so softly, you want to burst. His warm, moist breath fans over your skin, causing you to open your eyes, and you sigh heavily, watching as your chest rises and falls beneath his teasing. 

You have fantasized about this moment many times before, imagining the heated way in which Jeongguk might take you—a little forcefully maybe, or even a bit clumsy—desperate, and eager in his movements. You have even allowed yourself to imagine overtaking him—holding him down until he is pliant and whimpering while you tease, grazing your fingertips against his prostate until he screams, using your toys while you ride him. 

But this—slow and measured, light in touch and heavy in implication—never in a million years had anything quite like this crossed your mind. 

Jeongguk flicks his tongue against your nipple, grazing the semi-rough mesh across the sensitive skin. A gasp puffs between your lips, then you let out a soft, enticing whimper, hoping for the sound to encourage him to do more than taunt you.

"Fuck, you sound so good," Jeongguk groans, lapping his tongue over you, wetting the material. 

Satisfied with your successful encouragement, you let out a louder sound, trembling under his firm touch. Fighting the urge to reach for his hair and give it a light tug, or bunch it behind his head so you can better see his face, has you opening and clenching your fists uselessly above your head. 

Jeongguk moves lower, nipping at the underside of your breast and making you whine. The pinching feeling of soft skin between blunt teeth barely hurts at all—hardly feels like much of anything—but it takes you by surprise, and you are jumpy enough for every little sensation to be just a bit too much.

As he settles between your legs, Jeongguk's butt hits the headboard of your bed with a thunk, causing him to laugh, which, in turn, makes you laugh. 

"Scoot up," Jeongguk complains, and you begin to wiggle yourself toward the end of the bed, careful to keep your hands in place, over your head, committing fully to the good girl bit.

At the foot of your bed is a bench that sits several inches lower than the mattress, and you continue to scoot until your hands slide over the edge and rest on its cushioned top. You straighten out your legs, and Jeongguk settles onto his knees between them, then reaches to undo your jeans.

The realization hits you once more, and quite suddenly, that this is really happening. Your best friend—Jeon Jeongguk, babe extraordinaire and light of your absolute fucking life—is undressing you in broad daylight with the intent to see and to feel you.

A small wave of anxiety washes over you, and you close your eyes as he begins to wiggle your pants past your hips and yank them lower. The underwear you have on beneath is not terribly exciting—plain black, soft material, nothing too fancy. But they are cute, and you bite your lip as you smile, hoping he finds them cute, too.

A chuckle pulls you from your thoughts, and you crack open your eyes to find Jeongguk frozen with your jeans tugged half way past your thighs, while he is staring at your face. 

"Why do you look so worried?"

With a sigh, you groan, "Stop always being so intuitive."

Jeongguk's smile drops, and he lets go of your pants. 

"Is something wrong?"

He is too kind for his own good. Because, of course, he is; you are not head over heels for him without good reason. 

"No," you insist, shaking your head. Above your head, you fiddle with some unknown, thin material between your fingers. "I'm just, you know...it's a lot, letting your best friend see you naked. I definitely want you to! But it still makes me nervous."

"Oh," Jeongguk says, sitting up on his knees while he begins to unbuckle his belt and yank it from its loops. "I don't think it's a lot."

"Well, of course you don't," you respond through a bit of a nervous grin as Jeongguk sets his black leather belt aside and undoes his pants. You mutter a little more softly, "You're fucking hot."

Jeongguk shrugs and pushes his jeans down past his thighs, then sits back on his butt and begins to wiggle out of them with his legs angled to the side, past your body. 

"You are also fucking hot," he responds matter-of-factly.

You scoff. 

"Yeah, but, compared to you—" 

Before you can finish your sentence, you feel ridiculous for even beginning it, and you bite your tongue. With the way Jeongguk frowns at you as he tosses his pants aside, the point is driven home. 

"Don't—" he begins, and you nod. 

"I know."

"Then why—"

You feel impatient to continue what had been previously started, but you cannot deny Jeongguk's softness is very touching. You extend your right leg out, feeling the denim awkwardly stretch around your thighs where Jeongguk left it, and use your foot to attempt to pull him close. 

"I get self-conscious," you admit, smiling as Jeongguk gets back on his knees and crawls between your legs. "I can be a hot bitch and feel shy, okay? I contain multitudes. Now keep undressing me."

The familiar playful, shit-eating grin that tugs at Jeongguk's lips makes your heart pound, and he leans forward, continuing his task of tugging off your pants. You twist and squeeze bits of fabric between your fingers while he leans back against the headboard and lifts your legs straight into the air, and once the denim is pulled free from around your ankles, you let your legs settle with a nice, deep, fortifying breath.

Jeongguk stops your right leg from lowering and rests your ankle on his shoulder. He kisses and nips at the skin, tickling and taunting, with his eyes on you. 

"Still nervous?" he asks. 

And although your heart beats wildly behind your ribcage, you let out a shaky breath and mutter, "Only a little."

Jeongguk leans forward more, giving your leg a nice little stretch as it presses toward your body. His lips and teeth trail along the side of your knee, sending sparks shooting through you as he nibbles at the sensitive skin and inches closer.

You have hardly had a chance to comprehend the fact that Jeongguk is practically naked, sitting only in his tight, small briefs, and you let your gaze drink in everything before you. His body is muscular, with cute rolls of skin bunched as he slouches forward, slowly working his way to settle between your legs, and you cannot take your eyes off him. 

And you wonder if perhaps he was so eager to get undressed when you said it made you nervous to be getting naked in front of your best friend as a way to ease your mind. Because that is the thing about Jeongguk, he is always looking for little ways to make you feel comfortable.

"Where did you go?" Jeongguk asks.

You blink and realize you have been staring at the top of his curly mop of hair while his mouth comes dangerously close to your pussy, and suddenly, you feel an overwhelming surge of arousal and anticipation on top of still being pretty fucking high.

"S-sorry," you mutter. "Drifted off thinking about you."

"But I'm right here," he pouts, giving you big, pretty doe eyes.

"You are," you respond through a heavy breath, acutely aware of the fact that he is right here, hovering between your thighs. 

"Keep your eyes on me," Jeongguk commands softly. "Don't space out."

A hint of a chuckle rocks through you, though it is more of a nervous laugh than a humorous one. Despite hardly doing anything, he has you so worked up, and the fact that the high is causing the arousal to ebb and flow, dulling and becoming intense, has you feeling quite flustered. 

Jeongguk lets out a deep, slow breath, wafting warmth between your legs. A small shiver works through you from the knowledge that he is so close; the number of years you have wanted him just like this are many, and the affection you feel for him is insurmountable. You hold eye contact as best as you can while Jeongguk sucks hard against your thigh, and the spark of ticklish pleasure-pain forces a huff of a small whimper to fall from your mouth while you do your best not to jerk your leg too much. 

"Such a tease," you complain.

"You know what I want you to do, baby," Jeongguk responds, bringing the world to a screeching halt. 

Baby. Oh, that definitely has a bigger effect on you than it should. This is bad for you.

"Please," you whine, because you do know what he wants you to do. He wants you to beg. "Please, Jeongguk."

"Please, what, baby?"

Your exhale is shattered around the edges, bursting heavily from your lungs. 

"Please touch me."

"I am touching you."

"Jeongguk," you whimper in a last-ditch effort. Is he really going to make you say it?

Jeongguk simply raises his eyebrows. Of course he is going to make you say it. He is absolutely reveling in this moment—with sharp, intent eyes and his lips slightly parted, it is written all over his face.

Fuck it; you can do this. You can tell the person you love more than anything in the world precisely what you want. You will not die of embarrassment. 

"Please touch my pussy, Jeongguk."

And god, it is so worth it to say those words when the result is Jeongguk's gaze simultaneously darkening and melting. He is holding it together rather well, but there are cracks in his foundation; you can tell that he wants to absolutely destroy you. 

"That's my good girl," Jeongguk groans as he leans forward and nudges the tip of his nose over your clothed clit. 

The pressure against you, mixed with his enticing words, playful voice, and all of the heavy, aching feelings you have—everything culminates and sends a wave of pleasure through you, melting you into the bed like hot wax. You squeeze your hands tightly, letting out a shattered whimper and angling your pelvis upward for more friction. 

Jeongguk drags the tip of his nose and his lips over you, teasing your labia and clit through soft cotton. The movements are so faint and so agonizingly slow, and you fight the urge to be a brat and demand more. You also try your best not to beg. Yes, Jeongguk wants you to, but why should he get the satisfaction of knowing just how affected you are, so soon? Someone as competitive and confident as Jeongguk would only use it against you if you became a mess this easily.

But you are a mess. Jeongguk settles between your legs and blows warm air across your clothed cunt, and you sink further into bliss, letting out more sounds of approval and frustration. With a sigh, you cave in—you never truly had a passing chance at holding any sort of resolve.

"Please."

Jeongguk uses his nose to tease once more.

"Hmm?" 

"Jeongguk," you groan.

"You smell nice," he mutters, wafting more warm air over you with a soft graze of his lips. "I bet you taste really sweet."

"Find out," you whine. 

Jeongguk sits up, grabs your panties in both hands, and cocks an eyebrow with a devious smile as he has the audacity to ask, "Can I rip these?"

"Wh—no! These are my coziest pair!"

Sure, you could buy a whole pack of them at a bargain price, but this particular pair is the best of the best. Jeongguk must have lost his mind.

"But it would be fun," he whines, making you roll your eyes.

"Pull them over my hips like a civilized man."

Jeongguk grumbles, "No fun," and begins to tug the material over your hips. You lift and bend your legs, and he sits back, bumping into the headboard once more to give you room. Then he flings the garment off to the side and leans forward. 

The look in Jeongguk's eye as your legs slowly drop and spread for him has warmth covering your chest, sneaking up your neck and cheeks. He looks intent and hungry, and he licks his lips. 

"Look at you," he says, staring directly at your cunt as he settles on his elbows and gently uses his fingertips to spread your lips, making you squirm.

"You're so weird," you complain, antsy under his gaze.

Jeongguk ignores your groans and leans close, dragging his lips over your spread folds. With a soft flick of the tongue, he tastes you—sending a wave of pleasure coursing to your fingers and toes—then he closes his eyes and groans. 

"Shit, you are sweet." 

You wish more than anything that Jeongguk would stop talking. One more word of praise from his mouth, and you might actually go supernova and take the entire solar system with you. Luckily, Jeongguk seems eager to use his tongue for better tasks as he dives in for more, swirling and sucking over your clit in a pattern that makes you grip onto the edge of the mattress and let out a deep, pleased moan. 

"Feels good," you whimper as arousal builds at a nearly embarrassing pace.

Everything about this situation is too much, and you let a shudder rock through you as your legs relax, spread further while your heels slide and dig across the blanket. Jeongguk also drops further and wraps his arms under your thighs, gripping your hips tightly. 

Being held in place and devoured by Jeongguk feels too good to be true, and you tilt your head up to have a look at the mess of wavy dark brown hair between your thighs. Jeongguk groans as he licks and sucks, with brows knit ever so slightly, the way he does when he is savoring his food. The mere thought of Jeongguk savoring you sends you hurtling to new heights of bliss, and you squeeze your hands closed, gripping tightly to your wrist while the other hand holds onto the soft comforter. 

Jeongguk glances up, meeting your eyes as he slowly licks a firm, slow stripe across your clit, causing your head to fall back into the bed with a moan that borders pornographic. You might be mortified by the sounds—by how quickly and easily Jeongguk has you unraveling for him—but the feeling is too good not to respond loudly in praise.

You climb close to orgasm—but not quite close enough. Your high still holds you in its clutches, and despite everything feeling intense and incredible, it is also a bit dull and hazed over.

"Ggukie," you whimper, smiling as Jeongguk growls in response. "Finger me, please."

One of Jeongguk's hands slides away from your hip, and you take in a deep, eager inhale. His fingertip teases your entrance, and when you glance between your legs, you find him slowly spinning his tongue over your sensitive bud while watching you with a smile.

"This what you want, baby?" Jeongguk asks as he presses forward, sliding his finger easily into your slick warmth.

"Fuck," you gasp. 

It is what you want, albeit not yet quite enough. Still, the way he crooks his finger upward and drags it across your sweet spot has you clawing at the blanket beneath you—has your back arching slightly off the mattress.

Jeongguk pumps his finger in and out fast enough to have your hips trembling, and when he adds another, stretching you just enough to cause a hint of pain, your mouth falls open into a desperate moan. This is what you need.

"Yes," you whimper as Jeongguk's lips and tongue return to their eager ministrations and his fingers set a dizzying pace. "That's it, Ggukie; don't stop!"

With pleased groans, Jeongguk pulls you to the edge of mental collapse, and it takes absolutely no time at all to plummet into bliss. As you cum, your entire body quakes, and you attempt to keep your thighs from clamping shut, pushing your head into the mattress as your back lifts and your heels drag. 

Jeongguk does not slow. The sensation borders overwhelming and too much, but you do your best to hold on and ride out this new type of high. At this pace, with the focused, steady rhythm of licking and sucking on your clit, you know that it will take no time at all to cum again, and you want it so badly. 

Luckily, Jeongguk is on the same page. 

"Once more, baby," he groans against you, and you squeeze your eyes closed as the high builds at breakneck speeds, never fully coming down from your first orgasm.

Rather than pressing in and out, Jeongguk changes his motion and thrusts his fingertips up into your erogenous zone. The sensation is engulfing—threatening to eat you alive—and you practically scream as the pressure sends you shooting into a new dimension of bliss. 

"Fuck," you sob between moans, feeling as if you might absolutely burst. "Fuck, fuck, oh god."

This time, as you cum, you can hear Jeongguk's fingers squelch—loud and wet—punctuating each upward thrust as you sob and tremble against the bed. 

"That's it, baby, coat my fingers," Jeongguk praises, leaving featherlight kisses against your clit and labia as he continues to finger you.

"What the fuck," you pant, feeling dizzy and overstimulated. Your body is covered in a sheen of sweat and goosebumps, cold yet burning hot, and you struggle to reconcile all the myriad feelings. 

"Didn't know you could do that?" Jeongguk asks, still fingering you to oblivion as his lips, teeth, and tongue move to your inner thigh—tickling and making you squirm.

"Do what?"

"You soaked me. Can't you feel it? It was like...a baby squirt."

"A baby squirt?" you pant in disbelief. 

Jeongguk takes a firm bite into your thigh, making you nearly kick him in the ribs, then he chuckles as his lips return to hover over your pussy. 

"What's the matter, baby squirt?"

Petulance rises—nearly overtakes the steady flood of pleasure—and you open your mouth to warn Jeongguk to never call you that again, but all you can manage to say is, "Don't you fucking da—ahhhh—" as his tongue laps over you as hungrily as before. 

You have no idea where one high ends and the next begins, and you fight the urge to grab him by the hair and pull him away, feeling so completely swallowed whole by overstimulation that you nearly scream. How the fuck is he capable of making you feel this way, this easily?

"It's too much," you whimper, heaving each breath from your lungs as you tremble from head to toe. 

"You sure you can't cum once more for me?" Jeongguk whines, gazing at you with wide, pretty eyes. 

You want to say yes—want to give him absolutely anything in this world that he may wish for—but you are far too sensitive, and you bite your bottom lip as you sheepishly shake your head no. 

"Awe, does baby squirt need a break?"

Despite being too fucked out to fight with your best friend who just made you cum at least twice—though you are unsure what you were experiencing toward the end—you sit up and land an open-palmed smack across his chest. Jeongguk grabs you by the wrist and yanks, falling back against your headboard with a wide, satisfied smile and sparkling eyes, and you allow yourself to be pulled onto your knees before toppling forward against his warm body, straddling his thighs.

"Don't call me that," you pout, feeling your own release drip from you, proving the nickname to be truer than you would like to admit. 

"It's fucking hot that I can make you so wet," Jeongguk groans as his hands find your jaw and gently pull you into a kiss. 

Is this what the two of you are, now? Best friends who kiss? Unabashedly and without preamble or explanation? You love being able to nibble on his bottom lip and fondle his metal jewelry between your teeth, pulling out all the sweet little sounds that you never imagined would come from him. Never like this. 

"It felt good," you groan when Jeongguk's lips move to your jaw and neck. "It felt really fucking good."

"Yeah?" Jeongguk responds, sucking his lips against your neck until you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.

Jeongguk pulls you close and kisses lower, to your shoulder. This time, when he latches on, finding a far less sensitive spot, you allow it. 

"Yeah," you respond as your eyes lose focus on the brown wood of the headboard. "Fuck, I knew you'd be good, but that was..."

Your words die in your throat as Jeongguk's hands grab you by the ass and pull you onto his lap. Beneath you, a very firm erection sits nestled between your thighs, and you roll your hips downward to tease. Despite the way Jeongguk made you feel with his mouth and fingers, you are far from satiated. The moment you get your bearings, you need more. 

The whimper Jeongguk lets out makes you groan, and you take him by the face and pull him into a deep, needy kiss, detecting your own heady release on his tongue. Jeongguk relaxes, loosening his grip and holding his mouth agape for you to taste as you please. 

"I need to fuck you," he whines against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Is that so?" you respond before sucking his lip between your teeth, tasting a hint of metal.

"Been wanting you for so fucking long. You have no idea."

You smile as you say, "I'm the one who waited thousands of lifetimes, remember?"

Jeongguk squeezes your ass with both hands while rutting his hips up enough to tempt you with his erection. 

"Lay back down," he groans, and you shake your head, reveling in how quickly his pretty lips tug into a frown. 

"Not so fast," you purr as you begin to slide back, out of Jeongguk's eager grasp, leaving wet, lazy kisses on his jaw, neck, and clavicle. "It's my turn to taste you."

Jeongguk's hands fall to his sides, and as you begin to wedge your knees between his, he spreads his legs, giving you space to settle. Your lips skim over his nipple, pulling sweet gasps and sighs from his mouth, and the lower you kiss, past his abdomen, to one of his hips, his breath comes out in harsh gusts. 

Just knowing that you affect him like this makes you all the more eager to completely unravel him, and you waste no more time, slipping your fingertips beneath the waistband of his briefs while fanning warm breath over his clothed cock. You tug the material gently down and drag your lips over him, teasing him just a little as he had teased you before. And when your lips touch something small and hard, you freeze and lift your head.

"Jeongguk..." you begin, surveying his bulge, which has many small, hard, circular bulges along its length. "...what is this?"

"I never told you about those?" Jeongguk asks, and you can hear the amusement in his voice.

In all your years of friendship, you were positive that Jeongguk—your Jeon Jeongguk—has never kept anything from you. And yet, here you are, staring straight at a very big secret. When the fuck did your best friend get his dick pierced?

"N-no," you stammer as you pull the band of Jeongguk's briefs down, exposing quite the surprise, indeed. 

Not only does Jeongguk have an impressive cock—long and thick with precum beading at its pretty, reddened-brown tip—but you gently pull back his foreskin to reveal a row of four barbells along his shaft, as evidenced by the eight little metal balls that hold them in place.

"Wh—when did you—"

"Surprised?"

A scoff rocks through your chest, and you look up at your best friend. The bewilderment must be evident, and he chuckles as he gently rubs his knuckles over your cheek.

"Felt like a weird thing to tell you when I did it," he confesses with a soft smile.

You feel affronted, and your mouth falls open. 

"Why?"

Jeongguk shrugs. 

"I was dating someone at the time, so bringing up my dick felt...weird. Especially since I got these because you..."

As Jeongguk trails off, his cheeks flush, and you watch as his life flashes before his eyes. 

"Because what? I what?" you ask, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks, certain that you know where this is going.

You are into this sort of thing. Jeongguk had to listen to you drunkenly rant far too many times about the ex who did you wrong but had a dick piercing that was hard to part ways with. The thought of Jeongguk taking that information and getting his own piercings...and multiple, at that...that does things to you. 

"Jeon Jeongguk," you groan with a smile, focusing your attention back to his very hard, pierced cock, which rests neglected and leaking against his tummy. "You are full of surprises."

Before Jeongguk can respond, you lean in close and lick a firm path from the band of his briefs, along his shaft, teasing the jewelry with your tongue before lapping at the precum that has spilled over onto his tip. Jeongguk lets out the softest, neediest moan, causing you to involuntarily clench every muscle between your legs. 

"Damn, Ggukie, you sound so pretty," you praise before sucking the head of his cock between your lips, feeling the muscles of his thighs tense beneath you. 

Just a taste of his salty release on your tongue spurs you to take him as far into your mouth as you can, and you lay your tongue flat, snaking it side to side when you finally settle with his tip buried close to your throat, nearly cutting off your oxygen. Jeongguk moans and trembles as you drag your tongue over velvety skin and metal. Absolute perfection. 

You waste no time and set a steady pace, sucking your cheeks in once he is deep in your mouth, and swirling your tongue along his shaft as you pull out. Jeongguk moans incoherently, letting consonants and vowels fall at random as he grips gently to the side of your head, clearly doing his best not to rut his hips too hard or touch you too firmly. 

And perhaps now, with your best friend's cock between your lips, is a strange time to think about how fun it is to learn this side of Jeongguk and wonder just what the dynamics between you two could be—what whatever this fuck this is could blossom into. But the idea that the two of you have crossed this line, and that he is so good at making you cum, has affection bursting and blooming behind your ribs, and arousal pooling deep in your guts. You are also still pretty fucking high, which is no wonder that your mind keeps wandering. 

Realization hits—your gag reflex is dulled when you smoke—and you open your mouth just a little bit wider and take Jeongguk's thick, pierced length a little bit deeper. This time, Jeongguk's grip ends up tugging some of your hair, which only spurs you to keep his cock firmly in your throat, pressed deep until you have no choice but to come up for air. 

"Fuck," Jeongguk groans, "baby this is—"

Needing to breathe, you concede to lifting your head, holding your tongue out flat as thick strings of drool connect your lips to his tip. 

"Huh?" you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes, watching as the last remaining thread of Jeongguk's sanity slips away.

"Can I fuck your mouth?" he asks, kiss-swollen lips agape and eyes eager-wide. 

"Sure," you reply with a shrug as if it is nothing, holding your mouth open as Jeongguk settles high onto his knees and positions himself. "Just don't hold my head too tight...in case I need to breathe."

Frantically, Jeongguk nods as he slides his hand to the back of your head, pulling you close. "Of course, yeah," he mutters, already adorably fucked out and blushing before he has had a chance to cum. 

You rest your palms flat on the bed, back arched and breasts spilling from the small mesh bralette as one strap slides past your shoulder. Jeongguk places a hand under your chin and cups your cheek with the other—almost comically gentle considering he plans to fuck your mouth.

With your tongue hung flat and wide, pooling drool at the tip, you stare up through your eyelashes. Jeongguk has a look on his face that screams affection—warm and wanting. Desire drips from your pores as saliva dribbles to your chin, and when Jeongguk lifts his thick, heavy cock to set gently on your tongue, your fingertips dig into the comforter beside your knees. 

"You look amazing," Jeongguk groans as he slowly thrusts forward, pressing in, in, in, dragging metal over your tongue. His jaw trembles as the tip slides into your throat, and you swallow around him, pleased with the lack of gag reflex, if only for the sweet satisfaction of watching him crumble above you. "Shit, baby, you look so fucking good."

Jeongguk holds himself in place and stares down at you with a reverence that makes warmth flood to your cheeks. He pulls back slowly, groaning as his eyes intently watch the movement, then thrusts forward a little harder, gasping as his cock tickles the soft skin in the back of your throat, and whimpering when you swallow around him. 

"Tap me or something if you need me to stop," he mutters, already sounding completely lost. 

You attempt to nod and flutter your eyelashes, which are already beginning to bead with tiny tears. Jeongguk curses under his breath, pulls out, then thrusts back in. His piercings are surprisingly pleasant as they slide—big enough to be noticeable but not enough to snag, though you keep your bottom teeth guarded, just in case. 

The hold on your face and chin become firmer but never rough, and Jeongguk works up to a steady pace, always pushing just far enough to pull lewd sounds from your throat—coating himself in thick saliva—but never so far that it causes discomfort. 

Watching Jeongguk's abs flex and bead with sweat as he ruts and swears and gasps causes arousal to pool between your legs and flood your system. You want him to pin you down and fuck this delicious, pierced cock into your cunt until you are cross-eyed and speaking in tongues.

Thankfully, his composure already seems to be crumbling. The grips of his fingertips are alternating too firm and slipping away, and his hips are losing their rhythm. To help him along, you attempt to tighten your throat, and you moan with each thrust, sending your praises vibrating over him. 

Jeongguk's head lolls back and to the side, then he fixes you with a desperate stare. Panting and sweating, with reddened cheeks and a crazed look in his eyes, he gives a frantic, affirming nod and groans, "So fucking close, baby. Can I cum in your mouth?" 

You attempt to nod and mutter something that somewhat resembles, "Uh-huh," and Jeongguk's lips break into a pretty smile as he tightens his hold on you and ruts his hips forward a little harder. 

"Fuck," Jeongguk moans, dropping his head back. His voice sounds like heaven, and you moan in response, eager to hear more.

Although his movements are too rushed, too out of rhythm, and even slightly too rough, you hold your mouth open and stare up, attempting to let oxygen through your nose while your fingertips dig into the comforter.

Jeongguk moans as his length twitches and pulsates in your mouth, whimpering your name like a prayer and pulling out just enough to cover your tongue in his release and lend you some airflow. And for the first time, you nearly gag. The first spurt of the viscous fluid hits the back of your throat and trickles thickly down, and you fight the urge to cough, doing your best to swallow around it. When he finally pulls out and sits back, you breathe in through your nose but hold your tongue flat to show him the mess he has made, all for you. 

"Fuck, you are perfect," Jeongguk groans while placing two fingers against your cum-covered tongue.

Jeongguk gazing at you as if you are a treasure to behold with tear-streaked cheeks and a drool-covered chin, juxtaposed with his fingers playing with the mess on your tongue, sends a flurry of emotions through you. And despite how soft he is with you, this entire scene feels somewhat humiliating. The grin breaking on Jeongguk's face suggests that he knows what you may be thinking, confirmed by him pulling your jaw open just a little wider and spitting into your mouth.

A gasp works its way through your chest, and you stare at your best friend with wide eyes. He has the temerity to chuckle. 

"Swallow my load like a good girl," he coos sweetly as he removes his fingers from your mouth and sucks them between his own lips. 

This entire scenario is so debauched it makes you feel dizzy, and you close your mouth and swallow the mess on your tongue, feeling trapped somewhat in slow-motion. 

As your high begins to dissipate enough to lift what fog had been draped heavily over your mind, you feel a new sense of eagerness take its place. The attitude of, I need to have him in any way I can is slowly melting into something akin to, I need to make him a whimpering mess of a man. 

"Sit back," you command, getting high on your knees and reaching to gently shove Jeongguk toward the headboard. 

He chuckles and fumbles onto his butt, then slowly inches back until he has nowhere left to go. You crawl forward, straddling his legs with your hands and knees, one breast hanging from the mesh bra, then settle onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and slotting fingers into his pretty, wavy hair.

"I'm not hard yet, baby," Jeongguk whines, as if you couldn't tell.

With a devious smile, you lift your hips until his soft cock is situated just below your pussy, and you slowly rub yourself over his pierced length. 

"I know," you groan, nipping at his bottom lip. "I'll make you hard."

Jeongguk sighs into your mouth, then pulls you close—splayed hands gripping at your back, desperate, as if you might disappear. 

"I got you, Ggukie," you mutter against his lips, warm breath hitting your smile in a soft sigh, "I'm right here." 

Kissing Jeongguk with remnants of his and your cum on your tongues feels like savoring the aftermath of a hurricane. And with storm clouds looming overhead, threatening to flood you completely, you can only accept your fate and gladly welcome what is to come; the two of you are far from finished with one another.

Slowly, Jeongguk becomes erect beneath you, and you make your soft, gentle movements a bit more measured and forceful. Jeongguk whimpers into your mouth, tangles his tongue against yours much more eagerly than before, and you swallow each little sound whole, licking and sucking against his tongue and lips until he is dropping his head back, out of breath. 

"I can't wait to fuck you," Jeongguk groans as you trail your lips to his neck and suck faint, dark marks into his skin. 

"Not until I get to fuck you first," you respond—a promise and a threat. 

Jeongguk groans as he asks, "Oh, yeah?" and you chuckle as you say, "Yes."

"Alright," Jeongguk concedes, gently rubbing his hands down your sides before his touch disappears entirely. "I'm all yours, baby."

Curiously, you trail your palms down the length of his arms, finding them both wedged behind his back. With a grin, you rock your hips against him a little harder, feeling his cock part your pussy lips and cover itself in your wetness. 

"If you're a good boy, I'll let you fuck me however you want."

All Jeongguk can say in response is a deep, needy groan. You roll your hips back slowly, dragging yourself over his hardening length, then reach with one hand between your legs while anchoring with the other on his shoulder. Jeongguk shudders as you gently grip the head of his cock and angle him upwards enough to find your entrance. 

Although you have done absolutely nothing, each breath heaves from your lungs, and you hover a moment gazing at Jeongguk—sweat-slicked and blush-pink, staring back at you so sweetly. 

"Ready?" you ask in a hushed tone, feeling your dominance slip away briefly. 

Jeongguk nods, gives a soft smile, and groans, "Please fuck me," and you lower yourself, giving in to his request. 

The stretch of Jeongguk's pierced cock is just painful enough that your back bows, and you shiver through the sensation. Moans fall from both your lips as you take him, stopping only when you are fully seated in his lap with him buried deep inside you. 

"So fucking tight," Jeongguk groans at the same time you whine, "Fuck, you're so big," and you chuckle in tandem, leaning forward enough to rest your foreheads against one another. 

Without allowing either of you to adjust or catch your breath, you lift your hips and drop them down, spearing yourself on his thick, delicious length. Your voice is pitchy and broken, moans practically tumbling out as screams as you set a pace that is dizzying and rough. 

Jeongguk's head falls against the headboard with a loud thunk, and you take the opportunity to wrap one hand around his throat while gripping his shoulder tightly in the other. With a gentle squeeze, Jeongguk's eyes widen before rolling back, and you slide your fingers up to hook into his mouth and force him to look at you. 

"Louder," you moan through pitchy sounds of your own. "I want to hear you."

Perhaps it should come as no surprise that Jeongguk is so obedient; you have always wondered if there is a submissive side to him, as well. He lets you tug on his jaw and begins to moan deep, pretty sounds, and it sends a flurry of arousal through you—determination to push him to give you more.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," Jeongguk groans, slightly slurred around your fingers. 

Eager to cum, you grind yourself down, pressing the tip of his cock right where you need him. The hand you have anchored on his shoulder drops between your legs, and you dance your fingers in circles over your clit, pushing yourself over the edge.

With a desperate moan, Jeongguk's head nearly falls back once more, and you hold him firmly in place, feeling drool slide from his mouth to your palm and wrist. You continue to grind and roll your hips, feeling yourself teetering just on the edge of collapse, rutting roughly against him. 

"Such a good boy," you praise teasingly through gasps and moans. "Letting me use your cock to get myself off."

Jeongguk appears to begin saying something—wrapping his lips around consonants as well as your fingertips—but all he can manage is a broken, "Mmmnaaahh—" incoherent and useless, and pretty enough to inch you closer to the precipice of pleasure.

"That's it," you groan, slamming your hips up and down as you chase your high, "fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Pleasure grips you, white-hot and intense, and you quake as you ride him, struggling to force your legs to continue moving. The sight, sound, and feeling of Jeongguk have you absolutely reeling, and everything settles in your chest and gut, heavy and big and ready to explode. 

"Fucking squeezing me, shit, so tight, baby," he groans as your fingers slip from his mouth and fall to the side.

Your hips still as your pussy continues to flutter and squeeze through orgasm, and you lose your strength, crashing forward against his shoulder. Jeongguk wraps his arms around yours, pinning them to your sides, then adjusts his legs and begins thrusting upward, hard and fast, making your head spin. 

A cacophony of moans punctuated by screams fall from your mouth as you are pushed past overstimulation and quickly chasing a new high. Jeongguk lifts you and leans forward, attempting to place you on your back, though you scramble and more or less fall, spreading yourself wide while he shimmies onto his knees and takes his place between your legs, pressing warm palms gently against your thighs. 

"Good?" Jeongguk asks—too big yet too small of a question for you to fully comprehend, so all you do is blink up and nod your head. He chuckles. "Do you need a break?"

"No," you croak, shaking your head almost frantically. "Fuck me, Jeon. Need you."

With a deep, eager groan, Jeongguk leans forward and fills you in one swift motion, thrusting while adjusting on his knees, tugging and lifting at your legs until one is draped over his shoulder and the other is wrapped around his hip. Jeongguk leans forward and brushes his fingertips over the apple of your cheek, gazing soft and reverent; so gentle compared to the brutal pace at which he fucks you, making your head absolutely spin. 

"You feel so good," Jeongguk whimpers sweetly, squeezing his eyes closed before widening them, gaze fixed down on you. "So fucking good."

Words fail you, but you make an attempt, huffing a string of vowels, with some consonants mixed in, stuttering around, "Good," and, "Big," and attempts at his name. You bury your face in his soft, warm hand, huffing warmth into his palm while your eyes flutter closed and you sink into pleasure. 

Fingertips graze over your clit, tentative at first, then direct. Your back arches and you gasp as arousal breaks and bursts throughout, coursing through your blood, filling every inch of you. Still not fully down from your last high, overstimulation vibrates through you, but you do your best to take it; you want him to make a mess of you.

When Jeongguk pulls out, it takes you by surprise, and you open your eyes wide, jutting your lip out in a pout. Jeongguk chuckles and begins to scoot toward the edge of your bed, standing and yanking on your ankle to reposition. 

"Your bed is the perfect height," he says as you scoot and rotate, spreading your legs for him once more.

Your hips hang off the very edge at a slight downward angle, spearing you on his length, and you squeal as he thrusts straight up into your sweet spot. The pace Jeongguk sets is merciless and intoxicating, and you claw at the edge of the bed as your eyes flit between Jeongguk's sweaty, ripped body, his pretty, fucked out face, and your off-white ceiling. 

Every vein and ripple and piece of metal drags along your walls, spilling nonsense from between your lips. You grasp at the comforter, attempting to hold on, feeling as if you could turn to goo and sink to the floor if you are not careful, but the material slides uselessly between your fingers.

A strong pressure builds, threatening to burst, which you recognize as the feeling you had before the baby squirt. Every inch of your sweat-slicked skin burns red hot, your eyes roll back, and you begin to heave through heavy lungs.

"Gonna—" you gasp, voice raspy and broken. "Fuck, Jeongguk, I'm—"

"That's it, baby, let me feel you cum," Jeongguk commands, leaning forward and driving his cock impossibly deeper. Sweat drips from his forehead to your tummy, tickling as it falls along your side, and you shudder, feeling all the more overwhelmed by the faintest sensation. 

Although you do not need the encouragement, you place a hand between your legs and slowly drag your fingertips over your clit, up and down, pulling the intense wave of pleasure through you. You squirm and squeal, mouth held open in a silent scream, and Jeongguk's hips tremble and quake before he pulls out and drops to his knees, burying his face between your thighs and pulling the last of your orgasm with his lips and tongue. 

Your legs fall without him there to hold them up—they may as well have turned to overcooked noodles. Jeongguk grips your ass, attempting to keep you from slipping off the mattress, but you are at too odd of an angle to do anything but crumple to the floor.  

With a chuckle huffed between his lips as he stops you in time for your feet to hit the floor, Jeongguk firmly presses your hips into the side of the mattress as he stands, lips and chin slick with your release. You chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, and he wipes the back of his hand over his mouth before leaning for a kiss. 

"I almost came," he confesses against your smiling lips.

"Figured," you tease, nipping at his little metal ring.

"Not done with you, yet," Jeongguk mutters, licking and sucking at your mouth in a way that is far too comical, making you push against his firm, sweaty chest.

"How do you have so much energy?" you groan, although you have no desire to stop. His silly nature is whiplash, however, and you feel shy standing in the nude beside your bed, still coming down from your last orgasm.

Jeongguk's smile softens, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. The sweat on your skin is beginning to turn cold, and you shiver in his hold, hugging him tighter. 

"I could fuck you all day and night, baby," Jeongguk mutters. 

He absolutely could not, but the thought brings goosebumps to your skin, especially with his voice dropped so low. You like that he wants to fuck you endlessly—that he feels for you the way you feel for him. 

You hum against his neck, tasting salt on your lips, and mutter, "Do it, then," as you nip at his skin.

Jeongguk groans, lolling his head back for you to drag your lips and teeth over him. Then he grabs you by the hips and lifts you back onto the bed, using enough force that you actually bounce, gasping as you anchor yourself onto your elbows and instinctively open your legs.

"Want you on your knees," Jeongguk commands as he prowls forward, caging your hips with his muscular arms.

You scurry backward, then twist somewhat haphazardly, limbs still noodle soft, though you have gained a bit of your energy. The mattress dips behind you as you get onto your hands and knees. You hear a groan as two palms spread you, and as his tongue laves over your sensitive cunt, and your arms begin to tremble while a choked sob falls from your lips. 

"Can I eat your ass?" Jeongguk asks as his thumbs gently brush the skin around your rim. 

"Yes," you mutter, desperate to feel his tongue everywhere, "please."

Jeongguk squeezes at your soft flesh as his tongue dances over your puckered hole, and you tremble forward, falling onto your elbows with your face buried into the comforter, adjusting to a new, incredible sensation. He devours you, gently pressing his tongue into your hole and groaning as he licks and slurps and drools. 

His mouth leaves you, then his hands, and you attempt to anchor yourself higher onto your hands once more, but the press of his cock entering your cunt from behind makes you quake, and you collapse forward, face turned with your cheek squished into the comforter. Try as you might to get your bearings, all you can do is scramble as Jeongguk rubs one palm along your back while he begins to fuck you fast and deep. 

Cold saliva hits your ass as you hear the unmistakable sound of Jeongguk spitting, and you gasp, arching your back as the liquid slides over your rim, teasing you with the faintest touch. Then the press of a fingertip breaching your hole makes you squeal, and you grip tightly to the blanket, overwhelmed in the best way.

"Is this okay?" Jeongguk asks, and you nod frantically, desperate.

"Yes, please."

More spit dribbles down, sinking you further forward, and Jeongguk slowly prods his finger into you, twisting at the same tempo his cock pounds into your cunt. With one hand, you reach between your legs and graze your fingertips over your clit, and the wave that crashes over you is sudden, causing you to nearly scream.

"Fuck," Jeongguk groans, undoubtedly feeling you squeezing around him as you plummet toward total physical collapse. 

Jeongguk breaches your hole deep, probably past the knuckle, stinging so perfectly. You sob through it, hot and thick, drowning in lava. His piercings drag over your sweet spot, and you feel pressure build much like it had before, only more intense and dizzying. 

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, suddenly rushing and snapping through you like a wire pulled tautly. Your hand drops from your clit, and you scratch blunt fingernails against the bed as your high continues to build and rush, build and rush, gushing from you in waves. 

Jeongguk's finger slides from your ass, then he uses both hands to grab you by the arms and lift you, sitting you high on your knees. From this angle, his piercings drag deeper and harder, grazing along your walls and blinding you with more pleasure, squelching from how wet he makes you.

"That's it, baby squirt," Jeongguk has the audacity to say at a time like this, "don't hold back. Fucking cover me in it."

And you would find the nickname a lot more annoying if you were not gushing cum around his cock, splashing your inner thighs and undoubtedly, the bed. Your mouth hangs agape, but you only manage to squeak and sob, tears filling your vision and clouding the room, which is covered in a thick, blissful haze. 

Jeongguk's hips quake, losing their rhythm, and he grips tighter, pulling you until your back is pressed against his chest, head gently hitting his shoulder with each thrust. 

"Gonna fill that tight, messy cunt," Jeongguk growls into your ear, covering you in goosebumps. "Gonna make you all mine. Is that what you want? To be mine?"

Reeling and struggling to move your lips, you manage to stammer a weak, "Please," that is broken around the edges.

"Good girl," Jeongguk praises, teeth dragging across your shoulder. "So good for me."

Jeongguk thrusts hard, knocking the wind from you as you jolt forward, thankful to be held in his tight grasp. When his hips still, the sweetest, pitchiest sob falls from his lips, which clamp onto your shoulder, sucking and whimpering against your skin as he empties himself into you. 

The room spins, and you feel yourself slipping forward, helped down by strong, warm arms until you are lying against the soft refuge of your bed, drifting slowly away. Lips gently press into your shoulder, and you attempt to turn and face him, but Jeongguk is still buried deep inside you, and he wraps his leg over yours, pulling your back flush with his chest, holding you close. 

"Wow," you gasp, unable to stop the soft chuckle that works through your body as the room begins to return to focus and the sheen of sweat covering you turns cold.

"Yeah," Jeongguk responds, lips dragging over your skin, lazily pressing affectionately along their quest.

"So...that just happened," you find yourself blurting, suddenly feeling shy, shivering in his grasp. 

Jeongguk's limbs wrap tighter as he buries his face into your neck, muttering, "Yes, it did."

And now that you have fucked your best friend and poured every ounce of yourself into the task, you are acutely aware of the fact there is no turning back. Whatever line the two of you have crossed, you are stuck on this side of it for good. 

Jeongguk clears his throat, huffing what you think may be a quiet laugh against your shoulder before dragging his lips over your skin, making you shudder. 

"So, uh..." he begins, dancing his fingertips delicately over your hip as his soft cock slips from your cunt, bringing with it a combination of both your fluids, "...what, now?"

i know i mentioned glasses jk but there weren't photos that fit the color scheme for the banner, so here's a reminder.....bc even in potato quality he is still 🔥🥵😩

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[pixelmensupremacy]

Can I request a Leon x reader for RE4 remake? :0

Reader is one of the missing hikers that was mentioned during the opening cutscene and managed to escape the villagers just as she runs into Leon on his way to the lake. Leon has her come with him, even reader helping him keep Ashley safe, and during the whole mission, they start to develop feelings and Leon gets more protective. Can even be suggestive- especially during the chained scene if you want. 😳

A/N: Since I got one more request about this scene specifically I'll do a part two with the smut

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of violence, fem!reader, not proofread

part 2

Darkness was all (Y/N) could see as she took cover in the cool, shadowy tunnel, using its gloomy nooks to hide from the locals, whose inhumane rage almost caused her horrific doom. Her entire body shook, her heart thumped loudly in her ears as the adrenaline in her veins was still in abnormal amounts. Images of what she saw haunted her and even now she was safe she trembled in fear as the awful memories resurfaced, making it even harder for them to catch her breath. Sounds of footsteps caught her attention; tears formed in the corners of her reddened eyes; her breath hitched. The sound grew louder and soon after she was able to make out the silhouette of a man; frozen in fear, (Y/N) couldn’t move as the man was slowly nearing her. Her (E/C) irises were glued on him so much so she didn’t notice her foot was poking out of the safety of the shadows.

Carefully, her gaze followed his movements; her fisted rolled, taking a hold of any object that was underneath her. Her poor heart was on the verge of exploding; her chest rose and fell in an unnaturally quick pace as her breathing grew shallow. A yelp ripped past her lips at the sudden force hitting her foot; a thud echoed on her right. Cold sweat broke out on her skin; her eyes widened in utter horror as she was faced with the man and more importantly the barrel of his gun. In that split moment she surrendered to her fate; and at this exact moment the thought of a quick painless death was a blessing in comparison to the horrors she witnessed in the cruel village, the screams of the poor police man will forever be imprinted in her conscience. Yet the freeing moment she expected never arrived and instead of the gun she saw an inviting hand once she peeled her eyes open.

“Are you hurt?” She barely made out the words, for her anxiety driven mind was far too hazy for her to comprehend.

“Why didn’t you do it?” Her voice was quiet, her glassy eyes bore into his; his heart clenched, a smear of guilt weaved in his features.

Shouts anchored the attention of the two; dozens of villagers lurked about the end of the tunnel, the lights of their torches threw light on the barricade the two were hidden behind. Chills ran down her spine at the sound of sickles and hatches flying by her, she wasn’t ready to go through this, not again.

“You’ll have the time to thank me later.” The mysterious man took a hold of her hand and dragged her in the opposite direction.

“So, what brings you here?” (Y/N) spoke up breaking the unnerving silence.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He answered not even turning around to face her; she let out a deep sigh.

“Okay let me guess.” She tapped her chin, stimulating her logical thinking. “You definitely aren’t here on a vacation, judging by your… gear.” She paused as she observed the arsenal of weapons resting right on his back.

“Go on.” His foot stomped on a wooden box, demolishing it with just the force of his limb; impressed by his strength, (Y/N) fell silent as she looked at him with awe.

“Now’s my turn.” He turned around, finally facing her after the frenzy of running from villagers the two had gone through. “You’re a hiker, who got lost and now you’re here.” She was at loss of words, yet the puzzled, hurt look on her face didn’t fail to reflect the state of her heart.

“Are you a clairvoyant or what.” The mysterious man chuckled before e knelt down to pick up a box of what looked to be ammunition; the muscles of his back and shoulders flexed as he then stood up, the leather of his fingerless gloves tightened around his fist.

“Can I at least know the name of the guy that saved my ass.” She asked, in attempt to distract herself from the newfound subject of her interest. He turned to face her; the sunrays highlighted his features that she hasn’t had the time, nor opportunity to observe. His hair was a beautiful blond color, the strands of which appeared gold under the light of the setting sun; his jaw and cheekbones were defined and smooth as if he wasn’t a human being but rather a marble sculpture, carved by the most skillful of craftsmen. The irises of his eyes were a mixture of different cobalt blue hues each prettier than the previous, every shade made for a whirl of unreadable emotions that were contained deep within him, enhancing the intensity and mystery to him.

“Leon Kennedy.” Immediately, her attention was anchored to his full, silky-smooth lips and to the Adam’s apple that bobbed up and down as he spoke. “It’s rude to not introduce yourself, you know?” He looked her up and down, his gaze both judgmental and intrigued.

“It’s (Y/N).” Her gaze shied away from his prying one that ironically also drew her in with a strong invisible force.

“Okay, (Y/N) you’re gonna have to stick to me if you wanna make it through.” She nodded, not paying much attention to the words he spoke as she noted how her name sounded when he said it. She was screwed.

Together they explored their surroundings; before them there was a heavily damaged house, behind it’s gaping hole was another one that was intact. Driven by her intuition, she pointe the house to Leon and so they headed to it. The space was plain and fairly minimalistic with just a few pieces of furniture lying around, the color scheme of the room though was even more poor that the interior itself. Dust particles flew in the air as the slowly fell and clung to any surface that was already covered in thick layer of debris and filth. Continuing her venture inside, (Y/N) heard a strange sound; investigating it’s source she came along a darkened, narrow corridor above which was a ticking bomb. Immediately, she called out for Leon, who safely detonated it. Weirdly enough, the bomb wasn’t her found, for she noticed a ladder leading to what appeared to be basement.

“I’ll go check it out. You stay here.” Leon was quick to move past her, preventing her from entering the gaping dark opening.

“Are you out of your mind? I’m not staying alone.” She protested; her arms crossed in front of her chest as she struck him with a stern look.

“Sure.” He sighed in defeat, he had no time for arguing. “Ladies first.” He jokingly pointed to the entrance; hesitantly, she gazed at the hole and then at Leon. The corners of his lips curled ever so slightly.

“Just as I thought.” He said before he jumped. Shocked, (Y/N) screamed his name only to be hear his chuckle- the one she couldn’t get enough of despite having only heard it only twice. She cursed as she got down after him; the lighthearted mood soon evaporated as they noticed a suspicious looking sack. Leon pointed his flashlight at the object and knelt before it; a piercing scream resonated from behind him. Swinging his gun in the air, he saw her trapped in the grasp of an atrociously tall man, dressed in black from head to toe. With no hesitation, the agent fired at the man, yet he seemed unphased; a powerful force hit him, causing him to fly across the room. Slowly, blackness took over his hazy vision as a sudden warmth embraced his head; (Y/N)’s screams of horror echoed in his head.

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[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Honkai Star Rail A/B/O: Comfort

Characters: Blade and Jing Yuan as alphas

CW: omegaverse

A/N: just the two of them today I'm still a bit tired

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Blade

Finds the sounds of his omega purring very soothing, especially when his Mara is flaring up. His memory might not be the best but he finds himself drawn to his partner with or without a bond mark.

Tends to sit back and let his partner do whatever they like even if there are days he doesn't recognize them completely, it's like his body knows who his omega is and that they're a source of safety and comfort.

His omega will pamper him with soft kisses and cuddles while he just sits there with his arms loosely around them.

Won't get underneath the covers of his omegas nest but he will lay there with them and listen to their soft purrs to calm his mind. It's not that he doesn't want to be there it's so he can be ready to go at any point in time without disturbing them.

Even though his Mara makes him a bit aggressive and bite more often he doesn't tend to bite much harder than usual. In fact he tends to just hold his teeth where ever he bites without putting much pressure as if he's anchoring himself down.

Jing Yuan

When he's stressed he'll bring his omega into his arms and seat them on his lap and just hold them for a moment. His whole body tends to relax just from holding them and taking in their scent.

He might nibble at their scent glands just to get more of their lovely scent but he also does it to distract himself.

Gnaws gently at their neck as he tries to relax and clear his head.

Will let them sit on his lap while he does His work if he still has plenty to do and they offer to stay up with him.

Sometimes however his omega will drag him away from his work to relax in their nest for a bit and just pamper him with affection.

Appreciates if his omega scents something of his thoroughly for him to have if they're too tired to stay up with him as he does more paper work.

#gender neutral reader #honkai star rail a/b/o #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader

[escherbug]

YEAR OF THE GRUB: JANUARY

Project: Needle Felting with Wire Armature

CRAFT STORE RUNS: 2

(The sleepy but patient Lt. for scale)

This year I started a Master's Degree program in Entomology. I wanted to make sure I was still making fun things while I'm so busy (mostly reading papers and books), so I arranged a set of media-based projects centered around my favorite insect (scarab grubs), trying to complete the project by the end of the month.

I didn't quite make it this time because I ran out of supplies a couple times and made the project a good deal harder for myself than I thought, but I think that's okay. This is just for me, after all.

STEP BY STEP:

First, I used sculpting wire and a pair of pliers to twist the skeleton of the grub. I wanted to be able to move all the legs and the main line of the body. I thought I'd be able to get an easier anchor in on the felt if I covered the hard wires with pipe cleaners, but I was pretty much wrong about that.

Next, I felted a bunch of spare roving into the general shape I wanted, and felted the head and the back end of the grub on in brown. I also hand-sewed six little socks to cover the wires on the legs and secured them as well as I could to the rest of the body so they won't fall off at random. This came out messier than I'd have liked, but I think also that I should cut myself some slack for having designed and patterned most of this on the fly.

Next came felting on the bulk of the fatty, cream colored body of the grub. Part of the reason I didn't end up making my deadline was that I ran out of white/off-white wool roving, and was unable to find it in stock at any stores, so I had to order it online and wait for it to arrive in the mail (it absolutely did and honestly, the new stuff from Shepswool.com is way softer than the wool I was using and a softer color, so it was well worth the wait).

From here, mainly all that was left was detail work. I didn't get a ton of photos of this because all these steps ended up being my Sunday (day of posting), but I used a finer wire, the same pliers, and super sculpey to make gently posable antennae, mandibles, a clypeus and labrum (as well as a pair of maxillae that absolutely did not show up in the end, just much too small), baked the clay on the wires and then affixed them to the existing framework I'd set up on the head for most of the face. The mandibles are attached to the antennae, so they move together, and the clypeus/labrum and maxillae are held on by the wires supporting the mandibles. I also glued on some cute little eyes that came standard with my felting gear.

All that was left at this point was final detail work-- I didn't feel like embroidering on a ton of hairs in the end, but I embroidered on some spiracles and felted those little sclerotized buts near the head.

And voila! A needle-felted beetle grub about the size of a small ferret. Wouldn't it be nice if we had more grubs around this size?

Further notes:

1) it's nice to be making something big enough for once while felting that I didn't stab my fingers constantly! I only stabbed myself like twice.

2) I bought a multi-needle felting tool for this, but I didn't really find it helped much beyond having a safety cover. It was also super noisy to work with, so I ended up going back to using a single felting needle halfway through.

Catch you at the end of this month, hopefully having completed my February project: WATERCOLOR ILLUSTRATION!

#i get excited about bugs #year of the grub #YEAR OF THE GRUB 2023 #escherbug art #needle felting #felting #soft sculpture #beetle #coleoptera #scarabaeidae

[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: Work week blues. Should be sleeping, but my brain gave me the inspiration for this instead. 18+

“Honey…” He tries again, his fingers finding purchase scratching through your scalp.

You’re flipping around all over the bed, sheets becoming tangled around limbs, body in some eagered frenzy. He nearly whines with you, bushy brows pinched together as you lower yourself further down the mattress, manicured nails playing with the curls of thick leg hair that dust his inner thigh, his boxers having ridden up. He already looked at his watch to see it was almost 12:30 am, and while he doesn’t have a shift at the store in the morning — you do have work in just a few hours.

“Baby, we should be asleep. You know your schedule on Mondays.”

You raise a brow, before pushing one thigh apart from the other, anchoring yourself in between. You’re playfully amused, but your pupils have blown wide, your sclera wet with tears, gaze glazed over. It’s your tell-tale sign of being gone. You let your tongue slide out over your lips, then your teeth, humming as if you’re thinking something over. And then you say it… “I’d rather be sucking you off instead.”

He should be prepared for this, you’re such an insatiable minx. However, there’s also an undeniable desperation in your body language, pitching itself within your tone. You need him. He can feel his own vision beginning to swim with shapes, his feet planted firmly to help his thighs stay up and spread apart so that you can work.

“What do you want me to do, honey? What can I do to make this better for you?”

“Take it out.” You don’t miss a beat, raising onto your haunches to rid yourself of your sleep shirt, immediately beginning to play with your own nipples.

Steve begins to flush, body latching onto its own personal heatwave. He does as directed, his cock embarrassingly rock hard already, and difficult to peel off the fabric of his tight briefs. He’s sticky with his own pre-cum, an appreciative whimpering noise you make, letting him know you see that he’s gotten himself too wet taking off his underwear, that it’s slicked all through the bush at his base.

“Fuck, give it to me. I want it now.” You’re ever-so the lady, waiting on permission, saliva causing your mouth to water with an overflowing.

Steve’s voice has given way to something lower, deeper, and bitten with a honey hot claim. Folding one freckle and mole spattered arm behind his head, showing off his biceps, he’s nearly hoarse when he consents. “Go on, honey, take it. It’s yours.”

His cock jumps and slaps back against his stomach from the first hot breath that you give. Your smaller palm sliding into your panties and beginning a sopping wet rhythm as you nose down his warm, velvet shaft, all the way to that cream covered thatch of curls. You’re watching him the same way that he watches you from a similar position, and then you’re like a wild woman — inhaling. Steve tries to catch himself, but it’s too late. The action has him throbbing once more, his girth slapping against your cheek and jaw.

“Always smell so fucking good, Stevie. I could stay down here all week, get fired, and be happy if I could do this full time.”

“W-whatever you want, baby. I’ll do it for you.”

You leave kisses along his shaft now, still touching yourself, something that does not go unnoticed by Steve. It should be humiliating how close he is, just by this, but he doesn’t feel any of that with you. Only safety and love. He tries to convey that within the next few moments, and you pick it up automatically, sharing a soft smile. One that fades into that cheeky little grin he’s grown so fond of, even before your relationship began.

“You wanna do somethin’ else to me, don’t you, honey?”

You appear shy for a fraction of a second, but you hold up your finger to trace that defining vein along his cock, similar to the one that runs along his forearm, your fingertip circling the head, before you enclose your fist. Steve’s breathing accelerates and he groans from within his diaphragm.

“Yeah? You gonna find my spot again until I soak my own chest? Fill up your mouth, maybe?”

“Stevie…” You’re completely fucked out, running on adrenaline, schedule be damned.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You wanna play with my ass, huh?”

And you both know that your non verbal communication is enough of an answer. As for you? You definitely fall asleep at work the next day.

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[revrover]

The Stranger - Pt. 3

Part One  |  Part Two

Pairing: Namor x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Language, Violence, Depictions of drowning, Fluff

Summary: Delivered to safety following the battle on the beach, you are left reeling as you grapple with nightmares and questions about an uncertain future. But as you come to know more about the Talokanil people and grow closer to their king, Namor is faced with a question of his own -- what does he do with this stranger from the surface?

A/N: It’s heeeeeere!! As always, thank you so much for your patience, for being here, and for reading! And a BIG thank you just for taking the time to engage with and be a part of this story. You all have been so encouraging to me as new writer, and I love being able to create something around characters that so many hold so dear. Comments and reblogs make my heart happy, so please show some love, share the joy, and be kind!

***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!

Bullets fly as bodies hit the ground in front of you. There on the open beach, spears soar high above your head. Your gaze is drawn to the heavens as a chopper falls from the night sky. It crashes onto the shore below, an intense heat flashing against you as you shield your face from the explosion.

Suddenly, the sounds of dying men and burning metal fade as you lower your hand. You look down to find yourself waist-deep in a raging sea, the battle on the sand becoming a distant memory as waves beat harshly against you, unrelenting and unforgiving. A deafening melody accompanies each swell of the tide. It consumes your mind with pain and serenity as you are pulled further out into the ocean’s depths, following its call. The chorus grows louder as the water rises to your chest, building with intensity. Then, suddenly, all is quiet.

And there he is.

Hovering just above the water’s surface, his winged ankles carry him effortlessly. His reflection glistens perfectly against the water, now calm and smooth as glass. Illuminated by the full moon behind him, his body is covered in beautiful armor made of gold, jade, and other metals. A finely crafted serpent headpiece with bright feathers crowns his head, resting just above his brow.

Namor.

Wordlessly, Namor stretches out his hand, beckoning you to come to him. You reach out as if your very being is at his command. But, before you can grasp hold of him, the chorus of voices returns with a vengeance. A violent tide drags you under, swallowing you beneath the waves. Further and further down you are pulled as darkness surrounds you. Looking up toward the fading light, Namor’s silhouette above the surface dissolves from view. Your lungs burn as you begin to drown.

You jolt awake, your body shooting up in a cold sweat.

Chest heaving, your mind desperately claws its way back to reality. You quickly scan your surroundings, clinging to any detail that will anchor your consciousness and keep you from slipping back into that nightmare.

Gripping the stone surface beneath you, you take in every porous curve your fingertips graze over. Looking upward at the high rocky ceiling, you study the patterns of limestone stalactites that hang like icicles. Droplets of water run down a few of them, their melodious drips echoing in small pools below, falling like a gentle, rhythmic rain.

This is the place Namor had spoken of the last time you saw him. The one where he promised you would be safe. And for good reason — here in this cavern, you were well below the ocean’s surface and out of range of any agents who might come searching for you.

By your best guess, you figure you have been down here about two days. It’s hard to be sure without the reference to natural light. The cavern itself is beautiful, though. Illuminated by pockets of glow worms that drape down from the ceiling, their soft luminescence casts gorgeous green and blue hues across each surface their light touches.

As your heart rate begins to even out, you continue to survey the cave. You look over at your belongings, bag laying on the ground, clothes hanging on a line to dry. Your heart drops a bit when you see your little leather-bound book, its pages separated and spread out across the rocks. Ink bleeding. Pages ruined. You had made your best attempt to salvage what you could. Perhaps if you had asked Namora how the two of you would be traveling to this safe haven, you wouldn’t have brought a damn book with you.

The dissonance of the Talokan melody still rings in the back of your mind. You cradle your head between your knees, rubbing your temples with your thumbs when you hear light footsteps approach.

Looking up, you find a familiar face entering the cavern. No longer geared up for battle, Namora dawns a lovely dress that gathers over one shoulder and flows down to the floor. It moves like waves with each step she takes toward you. Instead of a spear in her hand, she now carries a small tray with a medley of food.

“Eat," Namora says, placing the tray on a small end table beside you. She then moves gracefully over to your draped belongings, removing them one by one from the line and folding them into a neat pile.

“Can I ask you a question?” You inquire as you begin to nibble on a piece of food.

Namora shoots a skeptical look over her shoulder but says nothing, so you ask anyway.

“Have you always been a warrior?”

Unresponsive, she keeps her attention on one of your shirts which she has just pulled from the line, tucking it into itself and placing it with the others.

“It's just, I mean the way you fought those agents on the beach, you are — you are very good at, you know—” you should have given more thought to what you were going to say before opening your mouth because as you reach the end of your sentence all that comes out is, “—killing people."

Nice.

You cringe at your comment. It hangs in the air, practically mocking you.

“I’m just saying," you add, trying to recover, "you obviously know what you’re doing. It was impressive. Me on the other hand…” Your voice trails as you raise your bandaged hand, recalling how your first instinct in a fight was to block a fucking knife with your open palm. Next to Namora, your combat skills pale by comparison.

Halting her task, Namora finally turns to face you in one calculated motion. She stares for a moment then her eyes quickly dart toward the side entrance of the cavern where she had come through only minutes ago. The entryway is empty. When her eyes settle back on you, there is resolve in them.

“Up.” She says, walking toward you with purpose.

“What?” You reply in a tone that matches the confused look on your face.

“Up.”

You do as you are told, hastily pushing yourself to your feet. Namora steps in close and then taps your elbows.

“Up.” She orders a third time, only now she seems to be referring specifically to your arms. You follow her instruction, raising them awkwardly out in front of your body. You can almost hear the sigh of hopelessness when Namora, her brow furrowed, grabs your arms and positions each one in a fighting stance. Slipping a hand up to your left wrist, she grips it firmly while tapping your exposed forearm with the palm of her other hand.

“Shield.” She says with emphasis. Her eyebrows raise, looking for any indication that you comprehend what she is trying to explain. When you nod, Namora moves her hand from your wrist up to your fingers, balling them into a fist and tucking your thumb on the outside.

“Weapon.”

Namora then steps back from you, putting her own arms up to mirror your stance.

“Shield, weapon,” she repeats, patting her forearm and waving her closed fist.

“Shield, weapon,” you echo back to her, nodding your head again as you begin to understand more fully.

Just as she begins to step back toward you, a deep voice calls from behind.

“Namora.”

You both look up to see the large man who wears the hammerhead skull standing in the entry of the cavern. Attuma is his name, as you have come to learn. Namora straightens her posture as she turns to face him, her hands behind her back as she squares her shoulders in a commanding stance.

Attuma saunters a few more feet into the cavern, then speaks to her in their native tongue, a language still unfamiliar to you. The two of them converse back and forth for a few moments. You may not know what they are saying, but you can tell they disagree about something — whether with each other or someone else, you are not sure.

Namora swiftly turns back to you, her face serious again and her brows pinched together.

Fighting lessons must be over.

“Come,” she says.

Without any further instruction, she pivots back toward Attuma, who also turns to leave. You quickly grab your belongings which Namora had folded for you, stuffing them into your bag. You sling it around your shoulder as you exit the cavern.

Following the two generals into a tunneled hallway, you find yourself moving through a network of caves, each tunnel connecting to a series of other openings and pools. Soon, Attuma splits off into one of these open caverns, nodding to Namora as he does so. Your eyes trail him as he joins with more Talokan warriors, and just as you stare at them, they stare at you.

You continue walking behind Namora past them, their whispers reverberating through the tunnels.

“When was the last time someone… not Talokanil came here?” You ask. In typical Namora fashion, she remains silent and unresponsive to your question.

“Sorry,” you say apologetically, “back there it just seemed like they hadn’t seen someone new in a while.”

The two of you walk, furthering yourself from the turnoff where Attuma parted ways. Cautiously, you step around the uneven surfaces of the rocky ground. You can feel yourself being led deeper into the maze of caverns. If Namora decided to up and ditch you right now, you are certain you would be lost in this labyrinth forever.

“You are the first,” Namora says rather abruptly, catching you off guard. Not only does her response come well after your question was asked, but it is also the most she has ever said to you at one given time.

“The first?” You ask, perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“To come here,” Namora answers. “The first surface dweller to receive Talokan’s aid. The first the king has ever…” she pauses a moment, searching for the right word, “tolerated.”

The influx of her voice is not lost on you.

“And you don’t approve?”

“It is not my place to approve, " Namora clarifies as she leads you around a bend and past several open pools of water. "I am… concerned. When it comes to you, I fear he is blind.”

Silence befalls you both again as you enter another cavern, this one much larger and more spacious than any others you have seen. Within it are several large pools, glistening with light reflected from more glow worms above. Their tendrils hang from the high vaulted ceiling like sparkling chandeliers.

In the center of it all stands a large hut enclosed by beautifully woven fabrics. You follow Namora shoulder to shoulder up the stone-carved steps to it until you nearly reach the side.

“We’re here,” Namora says, coming to a dead stop. She then takes a step back from you.

Still unsure of where “here” is exactly, you glance over your shoulder, looking to her for further instruction or explanation. But Namora gives you nothing. The moment you begin to take a step backward as well, her hand shoots out, holding the back of your shoulder in position with a firm grip.

Ah. Don't move. Got it.

Subconsciously you begin to hold your breath, bracing yourself for the unknown.

Then, there he is.

From around the corner of the hut comes Namor. Immediately you are taken aback by his appearance. Up to this point, you have only seen him suited for battle. Now he stands before you dawning a beautifully woven cape plated with gold and draped across his broad shoulders. His hair is slicked back and his arms are adorned with various metal cuffs. Truly a wardrobe fit for a king.

A single nod of his head and Namora is dismissed. You hear her small footsteps fade as she leaves the two of you alone.

“How is your hand?”

Namor’s question snaps you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you raise your hand, glancing at the worn bandage. "It’s fine, thank you.”

Staring at the gauze, you can almost hear the lullaby Namor hummed as he gently tended to your wounded palm the night of the battle. Something flutters inside you as you touch the corner of the fabric. Realizing your mind has drifted again, you bring yourself back to reality by following up with your own question.

"Are we in..." you stop to rephrase, shifting your weight from side to side as you look around the cavern, “Is this… Talokan?"

If it is, it's very different from what you pictured.

Your question brings a smile to Namor’s face.

"No," he answers with a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Talokan is far beyond this place. I assure you, your body would not survive the journey to its depths. But these caverns are safe, I promise you.”

Namor then shifts the topic of conversation.

“I am told some of your belongings were ruined on your traveling here, including your book. I apologize. I had hoped to make up for it.”

With one arm, Namor ushers you around the corner to the entrance of his quarters, inviting you inside.

Intrigued and eager to see what awaits, you accept his invitation. As you enter, you find yourself in a study of sorts. Lit by several lanterns, the room is warm and bright. Within it sits a small table, a prominent desk full of scrolls and artifacts, and a cozy hammock hung in the corner. But what catches your eye most of all are the walls.

All around you hang gorgeous tapestry walls with breathtaking murals that stretch from floor to ceiling.

“Did you do all of these?” You ask in disbelief as you move to one at the far end of the room. Your eyes widen as you gaze in admiration at the beautiful artistry.

“Yes,” Namor answers humbly, following behind you. “I think you will find a more accurate depiction of my history here.”

“I don’t know,” you say with playful skepticism in your voice as you inspect the artwork closer, “always be weary of your authors, right?” You smirk as you shift your glance sideways to Namor, echoing his words back to him in jest. His face is serious at first but quickly turns to amusement.

“You remembered,” he says nodding his head, an impressed grin now stretching at the corners of his mouth, “that is good.”

You return your attention to the paintings. What a gift it is to be standing here in front of them. Full of stories, full of history. And to be accompanied by the man who created them himself — who lived them himself. It is all a far cry from the vague glyphs you tried so hard to decipher in your book.

"They're amazing." You say in awe, following along the panels as you trace the line work delicately with your fingertip.

Immersed in the murals, you are too busy to notice Namor's softening gaze as he watches you study his work so intently. Here you are, an outsider who he has welcomed into his space. It is not like him to be so open, especially not with a stranger from the surface — never someone from the surface — yet, something about you causes a stirring inside of him. Perhaps it is your enthusiasm and wonders for his culture or your refreshing dose of humanity towards his people that compels his desire to be close to you.

As you follow the artwork from panel to panel across the walls, you arrive at a scene that suddenly makes you freeze. Your wrist snaps your finger back as if repelled by the paint itself. In front of you is a large image of Namor dawning a serpent headpiece as he hovers above the water. You are immediately back in your nightmare, your mind flashing to Namor’s outstretched hand then the darkness that closes in around you as you start to drown. You can almost feel the fire in your lungs as they grow desperate for air.

“What troubles you?” Namor asks with genuine traces of concern in his voice. Your sudden silence has not gone unnoticed. He moves to stand shoulder to shoulder with you now, looking up to analyze the same part of the mural.

"Nothing," you lie, shaking your head while your hand drops to your side. You withdraw from the painting, taking a few steps back from it and Namor.

“Your people," you say to change the subject, pointing your thumb to the rest of the artwork in the room, "they honor you. It's admirable, what you've done for them. To keep them safe all this time."

“But?” He senses there is more on your mind.

You stare at him, then turn your focus back to the tapestries surrounding you. Scanning them from wall to wall, you notice a pattern in the stories shown.

“It’s just,” you begin with uncertainty in your voice “for someone who has spent his whole life bringing peace to his people, I wonder how much of it you have experienced for yourself?”

Namor is quiet for a moment.

"And why do you wonder this?" He finally replies, turning to face you fully.

“I guess I look at these and I’m curious… how? How can you do that without completely breaking under the weight of it all? Even with—” you begin gesturing to his body and suddenly become desperate to come up with the right words in time, “superhuman strength.” Thank god.

“Hmmm,” Namor exhales, thoughtfully nodding as his gaze drops to the floor. He folds his arms over his chest, the golden band around his exposed bicep reflecting the light that softly glows from a nearby lantern. Taking a few steps toward you, he lifts his eyes to yours.

“It is true,” he says, “the burden I carry for the sake of my people does not always permit me the personal luxury of peace. It… can be difficult.” His tone shifts from diplomatic to vulnerable. “And who is to say I have not broken under it? It is that brokenness that has made me the leader I am.”

Turning his head toward the mural, he looks at it carefully before speaking again. His chiseled jawline accentuates the exposed veins protruding from his neck.

"To your question,” he continues, “I believe how is never as important as why. Why would someone fight to bring others peace when they themselves cannot have it?” Namor takes another step closer and lifts his hand to your chin, delicately angling your face upward toward his own. "Because we sacrifice to protect what we love.”

His eyes search yours earnestly. After a moment, Namor quickly drops his hand from your chin and you watch as he moves towards his desk, shuffling a few scrolls around before looking back up at you again.  

“I love my people,” he says, planting his hand firmly on the desk, “and I have seen evil, what it is capable of. I watch as the rest of the world grows desperate in their greed and ambition, their desire for power. They are becoming more dangerous by the day."

"You mean — surface dwellers?" You ask.

Namor raises his brow at you knowingly.

"Yes,” he answers cooly.

"I'm a surface dweller. Am I...dangerous?"

Namor sighs with a small smile.

“Yes. Though not in the way you may think.”

He moves from out behind his desk and back over in your direction.

“Now I have a question for you,” he says in a low voice, approaching you with a dark look looming over his face. “Please consider your answer carefully.”

The silence is intense. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your throat as you anticipate what damning question the king of Talokan has in store for you.

Namor’s expression changes on a dime, and he suddenly asks in a lighthearted tone,

“Are you up for a swim?”

—

You follow Namor out of his quarters and into the large open cavern. As you pass by several beautiful pools of water, you are enchanted by how the light dances across the rich tones of Namor's skin. The same light casts dazzling hues of aquamarine and cerulean across the surface of the pools, reflected onto the rocks surrounding them.

Namor approaches one of the bigger pools and removes the cape from his shoulder, exposing his bare chest underneath. Here is the Namor you recognize - prominent necklace, bare chest,  emerald green shorts. Before dropping his cape to the ground, however, he pulls out a Talokan mask from the fabric like the ones Namora and the other warriors wear.

“Take a deep breath,” Namor says as he turns to you. He pushes your hair back from your cheek delicately as he applies the apparatus to your face. Doing as you are told, you inhale deeply as the mask fastens over your nose and mouth.

“Stay close,” he instructs. You nod, and Namor steps to the edge of the closest pool. He looks back at you with a hint of a smile on his face. Then, with all the strength and grace of a god, he dives perfectly into the water and disappears under the surface.

You step closer to the pool. The faint rhythm of droplets falling from the ceiling rings throughout the cavern. You glance behind you toward the entrance, but there isn't a soul in sight. Namora’s words echo through your mind.

When it comes to you, he is blind.

You dive in, following Namor.

Once in the water, you quickly orient yourself. Looking around, you see the outline of Namor, his silhouette waiting for you in the distance. As you swim closer, he gestures for you to follow him. You kick your feet to propel yourself further downward, ears popping as you equalize to the increasing pressure.

You swim until you are clear of the caves. Though your muscles ache, there is something serene about being beneath the water; the quiet, the weightlessness, everything drifting harmoniously in rhythm with the current. For the first time since you can remember, your mind feels still. Free from the chaos. Somehow, the vast open sea does not frighten you with its deep blue void as it did in your dream. Not even a little. Instead, you feel a calmness in your soul as you lose track of time entirely, trailing Namor as you move through the ocean’s depths.

Quite literally in his element, you watch in awe as Namor swims so effortlessly. To him, it must be as easy as breathing. He looks more relaxed than you have seen him. Perhaps even enjoying himself?

You continue to swim, the water getting lighter as the visibility becomes clearer. A school of fish rushes past, their scales glimmering with each flick of a fin or contour of their bodies. Countless numbers weave around you in sync as if part of the same carefully choreographed ballet. You can’t help but smile as you watch them move so freely, and Namor can't help but smile as he watches you.

Suddenly the fish rapidly disperse and within seconds a huge mass flashes past you with incredible speed and agility. Your eyes widen and adrenaline rushes through you as you witness a killer whale chase the school, its size completely dwarfing your mere human frame. Involuntarily, you begin hyperventilating as you watch the giant creature swim off into the distance. When you feel a touch against your arm, you turn to find Namor next to you. His hand rises and falls in front of his torso, gesturing for you to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out.

The two of you remain suspended in the endless ocean blue as you your breath slows and your muscles recover. Namor looks upward, and as you savor the moment of rest you follow his gaze. You can tell by the light above that you are getting close to the surface, which must mean you are nearing your destination. When he nods, you know it is time to move. Slowly the two of you start your ascent and the ocean becomes warmer as you gradually near the top.

When you arise from the water, the sound of the rushing wind, the rolling waves, and birds flying overhead rush into your ears. Less than a hundred meters from you stretches a beautiful coastline covered in soft white sand and lined by rich green foliage.

You make your way towards it. Soon you are walking knee-deep in the waves, the tide splashing against the back of your legs as you near the shore. Removing the mask from your face, the sweet breeze of the island races by, rustling your wet hair and filling your nostrils with the earthy aroma of some nearby palm trees.

Namor has already reached the sand. He stands tall, water still running down his body. Staring out at the horizon, he runs his hand over his face and pushes his hair back, inadvertently flexing his bicep as he does so. The sun slowly begins its descent toward the Earth, its warm rays casting brilliant tones of red and orange across Namor’s exposed skin. It contrasts the deep blues and greens that illuminated him in the caverns, and at this point, you are confident he looks devastatingly beautiful in any light.

As you reach the shore, you take your place next to him and stare out at the skyline.

“Hard to beat a view like that,” you say breathlessly.

“My mother would always describe to me the beauty of the setting sun,” Namor responds. “I have no love for the surface world, but from time to time I visit this island. See what she saw.”

“Is this—?” You begin to ask.

“Where she is buried.” Namor answers before you finish your question. His eyes drop as he reflects, “I am not sure what I expected to see the day I came to lay her body to rest. I suppose the beauty of an island she spoke of so fondly. Instead, I found my brothers and sisters enslaved by men who took life without a second thought.” His jaw clenches as he recalls the bitter memory. “But I saw to it the favor was returned.”

His meaning is clear. You are not sure which makes you more nervous — the calm and cool way he says it, or the menacing smile that accompanies his statement. Either way, his smile disappears as quickly as it comes. You have seen Namor’s ferocity firsthand and know what he is capable of, especially when it comes to protecting his people. A nervous feeling grows in the pit of your stomach as you begin questioning his purpose in bringing you here.

You consider the facts:

You are a surface dweller.

He did call you dangerous.

Oh shit.

Anxiously you glance at him, then redirect your gaze back to the horizon to maintain your composure. The soft waves break along the shore, racing up to your ankles. As the sand beneath your feet gets pulled out by the tide, you wish with all your might you could be pulled away with it. Instead, you sink deeper into the ground, more immovable than before.

“Are you going to kill me?” The words come out blunter than you intend, but you stand by them despite the quiver in your voice.

The question pulls Namor out of his thoughts as he turns to you, eyebrows raised. He studies your face carefully before answering.

“I probably should," he says. There is no malice in his words, only honesty. “The knowledge you have of me and my people... it puts me in a difficult position.” His eyes are solemn. "But I have lived a long time, and in that time I have witnessed many in their final moments before death when one truly reveals themself. That night on the beach, in what you believed were your final moments, you kept your word to me and my people. You said nothing to those men, even with your life on the line. There is no truer test of loyalty.”

Without a word, he reaches his hand out for the mask you still carry. You cautiously hand it over.

"There is a village eastward,” Namor continues, “you will find everything you need there, and the means to leave this place."

You feel his palm slip under your fingers to receive the mask. He takes a deep breath, then purses his lips in the direction behind you.

“Or, just up the way beyond those trees is a house. It is not much, but comfortable. It is yours to use... if you wish. You would be safe here.”

The offer catches you off guard.

“I… I don't understand." You mutter in slight confusion.

With a deep inhale, Namor squints back at the setting sun to collect his thoughts. Then, taking another step closer, he eliminates virtually any remaining space between you. His eyes are deep and mesmerizing as ever. Your heart races from his sudden proximity and you find yourself holding your breath as you wait for him to speak again. He peers down at you, so impossibly close that you can sense the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

"You are no enemy of mine," he says with authority, "and no prisoner of Talokan. You have my trust. And because of that trust, I will not order you to stay." Namor then drops the mask into the sand like it is worthless and gently slides his hands underneath your jawline, cradling your face in both of his palms. “But I am asking you to.”

You are speechless. The way he is holding your gaze, the tenderness of his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes flick down to your mouth.

"Stay," Namor says fervently in one final clarifying word. It is not a command, but an invitation. Perhaps even a plea. But most importantly, it is a choice. Your choice.

His eyes quickly dart back up to yours as he awaits an answer, but even Namor is not strong enough to keep his attention from dropping back down to your lips. He is clearly focused on more than just the words he hopes to hear come out of them.

In an overwhelming wave of boldness, you allow instinct to take over. No lives at stake, no siren’s song  — it is only the burning desire within your very soul for him that compels you. You close your eyes and melt into Namor’s touch, pressing your lips to his.

The moment you do so, it is as if a surge of energy courses through your veins, electrifying your entire body. Namor immediately welcomes your advance, molding his lips to your own. The smooth piece of jade that pierces his septum presses cooly above your lip, contrasting the heat of his skin to ignite your senses. As he slides a hand around to the back of your neck, his fingers curl into your hair to bring you in even closer.

A small moan escapes you as the tip of his tongue traces along your bottom lip. You can feel his smile against your mouth, then a tug at the same lip with his teeth. Another invitation, to which you gladly accept. You part your mouth open to let Namor inside. Both of your tongues dance together as your kisses become deeper and more indulgent.

Consumed by his taste and his touch, you slide your hands up his bare chest, desperate for more of him. Without missing a beat, Namor responds by running his arms down your body and hoisting you up off the sand with ease. You wrap your legs around him tightly and take full advantage of this new, higher angle. Moving your mouth in tandem with his, you savor the richness of his lips and entangling your fingers in his dark locks of hair. 

The two of you ebb and flow just like the rolling ocean waves, losing yourselves in each other. It’s not until you feel a faint burning in your lungs that you face the harsh reality of having to break away for air. Everything inside you fights it. If Namor were the sea, you would gladly let yourself drown in this moment.

But Namor, also sensing your need for oxygen, begins to slow down. He lowers you gently to the ground, though he is careful not to let you slip too far away from him. The two of you breathe heavily as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. Namor gives you another passionate kiss, this one slow and deep. His lips then move to the corner of your mouth and trail up to your ear, the heat of his breath spreading like wildfire across your skin. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Holding you close, Namor leans his forehead against your temple and presses his lips against your ear.

“Please," he whispers. "Stay with me.”

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Necklace with anchor made of human hair and gold, 1850-1890. Gift of Andrea Tice (an heirloom from her family)

Hair jewellery often contained symbolic representations, such as the anchor shown above. Although it is covered in gold, both the chain and the anchor are made of hair. Due to their practical function of anchoring boats in the harbour, anchors are logically associated with safety and/or the navy. In Christian symbolism, the anchor is also associated with hope, the rope-wrapped anchor for the navy.

An anchor woven into a memorial hair chain may have signified the wish that the deceased and the wearer would meet again in the afterlife, or that the wearer would intertwine their hair with their loved one at home to remember them for as long as they were at sea, or that the former owner of the hair lost their life at sea.

Ultimately, the idea of remembrance lives on in this piece even if the original owner is no longer known, because even if the name is no longer known, one remembers a former living person.

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♡ bad influence | heeseung ♡

he promised to leave you alone so you could sleep, but there’s something important you both forgot

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You’d already said goodnight, popped in your ear buds, and rolled over. The pillow soft beneath your head, comforter up to your chin, and the teddy bear Heeseung had won you long ago safe in your arms. This is the fastest way you know to fall asleep. Yes, you loved curling up into Heeseung’s arms, tucked under his chin.  You reveled in how it felt, the warmth and the safety. And, too often, you’d keep yourself awake to stay in the feeling

But tomorrow, you have a big day, so it’s a pretend-he-isn’t-here kind of sleep routine kind of night.

And, given that he’s just started shaking your arm and calling out your name, he’s making both aspects (the ignoring him and the falling asleep) very difficult. 

“What?” you ask, voice raspy with almost-sleep as you turn to look over your shoulder and pop one earbud out.

In the faint light, you see your boyfriend sitting up, knees beneath him, hands in his lap now that he’s gotten your attention. His lips are pressed together and his eyes are wide.

You turn over more, propping yourself up on your elbows, a string of worry pulling taunt through you. “Hee?” you whisper, still tired.

He opens his mouth to speak, which turns into a sigh. He closes his eyes and his shoulders slump. When he opens them again, his voice is timid. “I know you have to sleep, and I get that, I really do and I really tried and–” he cuts himself from rambling and levels you a passionate yet innocent stare. “You forgot to kiss me goodnight.”

The laugh that escapes your lips is big and bold and bright. The worry in you dissipates and is replaced with a big sense of adoration. How could you possibly be mad?

Heeseung pouts as you pull yourself to sit upright. “I’m being serious,” he whines, and it makes you giggle more.

“You’re so needy,” you tease, reaching out with both hands to pinch his cheek.

He leans into your touch, the warmth of his cheeks that you just know are blushing seeping into your palm. “I tried not to be…”

You pull him towards you, and it takes him off guard. He almost crashes into you as his lips meet yours, but one hand reaches out for purchase on the headboard and the other curls around your waist.

Heeseung sighs into your kiss, relief smoothing out his shoulders and the worry line between his brows. The arm at your waist is like an anchor, and when he’s sure you both won’t topple over, his other hand lets go of the headboard and his arm wraps around your shoulders. 

You smile into the kiss, and keep smiling when he breaks it, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you really need to sleep alone?” he asks, voice so small and hopeful.

Your hands move up from his cheeks to massage his scalp. Heeseung sighs again, relaxing further into your touch. His reactions, you decide, are addictive. His lips on yours, your jaw, your neck as he punctuates each kiss with a begging please?

Just as intoxicating.

You slump into his form, pulling him back down under the covers. Heeseung smiles wide, knowing you let him win but loving the outcome all the same. 

“See?” he says once you’re tucked beneath the covers and curled up into him. “Isn’t this better?”

“Yeah,” you conceed, your turn to sigh as you relax into the soft spot of his shoulder. One arm curls around his back and the other rests on the opposite shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his nightshirt. “Goodnight, Heeseung, my bad influence.”

Heeseung chuckles, something half asleep and entirely endearing. He plants a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “Goodnight, love, my everything.”

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Can you write about this 🥺🥺🥺 maybe reader wasn’t feeling well during her pregnancy with Aaliyah but Brooklyn is there to comfort her. Jack walks in , and his heart melts cuz she’s learned to be so kind from the both of you 🥹🥹🥹.

If you want to read about reader getting pregnant with Aaliyah, read Waiting in Vain, not required to understand this story though 🥰

The last couple of weeks after your pregnancy announcement had been terrifying. The IVF process had made your chances of carrying to full term very slim, and you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were on edge, always expecting a call to deliver you the worst news possible.

Your doctor assured you that your pregnancy was progressing normally and that both mom and baby were healthy, but at this point you were numb to the good news, always bracing yourself for the bad news.

Jack was trying his best to be the anchor of the family, balancing taking care of you with keeping Brooklyn on her regular schedule. He hadn't been to the studio in weeks, and had told his team he was taking an indefinite break. His career was the last thing on his mind when there was so much hanging in the balance. He didn't want you doing anything that would jeopardize your safety, so he was waiting on you hand on foot. You hadn't lifted a finger in weeks and you were starting to go stir crazy.

****

"What color do you want, daddy?" Brooklyn leaned back on her heels looking over at Jack, as they sat on the back porch spending the late morning painting, almost every inch of her skin covered in finger paint.

"I think I want to paint my sun pink." Jack held out his hand so she could hand him the bottle. "No daddy! Suns aren't pink, they're lellow!" Brooklyn giggled, shaking her head.

"What? That can't be right", he teased, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably, eventually letting out a chuckle. "When did you get so smart?" Brooklyn tapped her chin, narrowing her eyes in deep thought.

"When I turned three!" She held up three little fingers, a toothy grin on her face.

"Well, I hope to be as smart as you one day. A pink sun, what was I thinking?"

Jack caught you out of the corner of his eye as you walked past the backdoor. Morning sickness had left you exhausted the last couple of weeks, and he was hoping you'd get a couple extra hours of sleep today while he kept Brooklyn occupied.

"Come on baby, let's get you cleaned up." Jack stood, dusting off his jeans before he took Brooklyn's hand, leading her into the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, your eyes shut tight as you took small sips of water, a wave of nausea waking you up from your nap.

"Mama, look!" Brooklyn held up her paint covered hands for you to see. You gave her a small smile, grimacing as your stomach flipped. "You look like you had fun out there, Brookie." Jack helped Brooklyn up on her step stool, turning the water on so she could wash her hands.

"How are you feeling?" He looked back at you as he dried off her hands. You opened your mouth to reply, bile quickly turning in your belly. You just made it to the sink as you hurled, emptying the contents of your stomach. Jack held your hair back, gently rubbing your back as you took a few shallow breaths, trying to compose yourself. "It's okay, babe. You're okay. I'm right here. I love you so much." He handed you a paper towel to wipe your mouth.

Brooklyn was concerned, tears starting to brim in her eyes. "Mama, what's wrong?" She had only seen you sick a couple of times in her life, almost all of them in the last couple of weeks. "Oh, baby, mama's okay." You pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, picking her up in your arms. "Baby in mama's tummy just doesn't like what she ate for lunch. Maybe baby doesn't like tomatoes just like you, sweet girl." You ran your finger over the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

"Baby needs to be nicer to you, mama." Brooklyn declared, a frown on her face, making you and Jack chuckle.

"C'mon, B, its time for your nap." Jack took her out of your arms, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking down the hallway. You leaned against the counter, gripping the edge, as you felt yourself wavering, your eyesight going blurry for a couple seconds.

****

After ensuring Brooklyn was asleep, Jack found you in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub. You frantically tossed the pregnancy test in your hand into the trash as you heard his footsteps rounding the corner.

"Brooklyn was asking about all of the foods the baby didn't like so she could stop eating them." Jack laughed, not noticing your coverup. He stripped his sweatshirt off, rinsing off the finger paint that was still on his arms. "I think she got finger paint everywhere except the paper." He examined his elbow in the mirror, wiping off a bit of blue paint with a baby wipe, tossing it toward the trash can. Realizing he missed the basket, he leaned down, stopping in his tracks.

"Jack, don't-" you started, reaching out towards him. He pulled the plastic stick out of the trash, turning it over in his hand before he turned to you. "Why are you still taking tests?" You expected anger on his face, but instead he just looked sick to his stomach. Dropping his eye contact, you gripped the edge of the tub, that all too familiar nausea hitting you again.

You let out a sharp breath, cradling your head in your hands.

"I uh, I just keep thinking one morning I'll wake up and all of this will have been just a really weird dream, and I won't be pregnant anymore. I take the tests just to make sure." You held your breath, waiting for his response. You both were silent for a minute, not sure how to proceed.

"It wasn't this difficult the first time." He finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "We have so much love to give, why is this so damn hard?" Jack's body tensed up as he threw the test back in the trash, forcing the can to tip over with a crash. You stomach dropped at Jack's words, and you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat as tears threatened to fall.

"I feel like we're being punished", you admitted, standing up and wrapping your arms around Jack's torso. You listened to his frantic heartbeat as you laid your ear against his chest.

Your quiet moment was interrupted by the sound of Jack's phone vibrating from his back pocket. "This better be fuckin' important", he grumbled when he saw Neelam's number on the screen. You walked out of the bathroom, laying on your side on the bed while you listened to Jack's side of his phone conversation.

"You've never needed me there before, why now?

I told everyone I was not going to be available for a while, why would you make that kind of commitment?

Yeah, I know what I said before, but things have changed.

Tell him I'm sorry, but I'm not coming."

He walked out of the bathroom, running his hands through his curls.

"What did Neelam want?", you asked, tracking his movements as he paced around the room. You could tell that something was bothering him. "Nothing."

"Jack, it didn't sound like nothing. Is it something for work?"

He let out a frustrated groan before answering. "We booked some studio time with 40, Drake's producer, months ago, and he finally agreed to come today." He didn't even look up from his phone, frantically sending off texts.

"Jack, you have to go. You've been waiting for this for forever. This could completely change your next album." Jack sighed, sitting next to you on the bed. "No, I told them I was taking time off of work to be with my family." He leaned back against your waist, your hands finding his hair, twisting your fingers through individual curls.

"Jack, you have to go. You'll only be gone a couple of hours at most. I'll be fine."

"If something happens while I'm gone, I'll never forgive myself." He closed his eyes, feeling a headache at the base of his neck beginning to develop.

"Nothing's going to happen. The test in there was positive. All of the tests before that one have been positive. We need to make a promise to each other that we'll try to go back to our normal lives as much as possible. All we've done is stress each other out walking on eggshells around the house. That is not the kind of world I want to bring our child into, okay?"

Jack nodded, giving your belly a rub and pressing a kiss onto your shirt before he stood up. "I'll be only gone for a couple hours. If we don't get something laid down by then, it is what it is."

****

The rest of the afternoon was pretty quiet. Jack checked in with you exactly at the two hour mark, letting you know that he was coming home, but after finding out that they had barely decided on the track, you encouraged him to stay as long as he wanted. You could tell from his tone over the phone that he was smiling and having fun for the first time in weeks.

You were still feeling a bit of residual nausea from your morning sickness, so you and Brooklyn laid in your bed, watching some of her favorite movies. You hadn't even noticed you had dozed off, until you awoke suddenly, lifting Brooklyn off of your lap so you could run to the bathroom. You dropped to your knees just in time, choking back tears as you held your head over the toilet.

You startled when you felt a small hand on your back, looking over to see Brooklyn standing to the side of you, trying to comfort you as best she could.

"It's okay, Mama. It's okay." She reassured you, "I love you." She had seen Jack comfort you many times in the same way, providing you with love and comfort while you were sick.

"Thank you baby", you replied, taking a couple of deep breaths before vomiting again. When you thought you were finished, you sat down on the cold bathroom floor, your head spinning. "Can you get mama's phone off of my bed? I need daddy." You were choking back sobs at this point, feeling an oncoming fainting spell.

Brooklyn ran out of the room, pulling herself onto the bed. She had used your phone plenty of times before, and knew exactly how to find Jack's number.

Jack was pulling into the neighborhood with Urban when he answered his phone. "Hey, babe, what's going on?" His heart started racing when he heard his toddler's voice on the line.

"Daddy? Mama's sick. She needs you."

****

Jack took the stairs two at a time, not even bothering to close the front door behind him as he made his way to the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of Brooklyn still rubbing your back as you sat on the floor. Her face lit up when she saw Jack, running over to him. "Mama was sick, but I helped, Daddy."

"You sure did, sweet girl. Thank you so much." Jack's eyes were still focused on you, trying to assess the situation. Urban held out his arms to Brooklyn from behind Jack. "C'mon Chickadee, you deserve some ice cream for how helpful you were." He took her downstairs, away from all of the commotion.

"Hey", you groaned out, trying to ease a bit of the worry on Jack's face.

"We need to go to the hospital." He slowly helped you up, shuffling you over to the bed, his eyes searching your face.

"Jack, no I swear I'm fine. It's so ironic they call it morning sickness, because it definitely does not just happen in the morning." You let out a small laugh, Jack giving you a gentle smile in return. You cupped his cheek as he took your other hand, rubbing your knuckles. "I promise you, I'm okay. I just panicked. Luckily, our daughter knew exactly what to do."

"I was just telling her how smart she was this morning." Jack laughed, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

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[rea-grimm]

Dragon Zoro

You spent your entire life on a winter island known for its hatred of dragons and the best dragon hunters in the world. You had the impression that you were the only exception. You have always been fascinated by dragons and opposed to killing them. There were already few of them in the world. You didn't want them exterminated.

You were looking out the window when you first saw him. A green dragon circling above the island. Only later did you find out that he appeared there on the same day as the pirates who anchored on the other side of the island.

As you watched him, you got the impression that he was lost. He flew from place to place, but he didn't stay anywhere extra long. You were sure the hunters would notice him at this rate.

It didn't take long for your words to become true. Hunters with a single mission began to gather in the vicinity. Shoot down and dispose of the dragon.

During the one day you were out, you watched the hunters try to shoot the green dragon out of the sky. They kept missing him when one of the hunters finally got a shot. Until the last moment you thought he missed, but when the dragon started to fall to the ground, you knew it was true.

You watched the fall and knew approximately where the dragon was falling. You couldn't just leave him to the hunters, so you made your way to where he was supposed to fall. But you had to hurry, because you knew from the clouds that a blizzard was coming soon.

Before you even got to the dragon, it started snowing heavily. You arrived at his point of impact. But you didn't see him anywhere. However, you knew you were in the right place by the broken trees.

You looked around as a giant pile of snow moved next to you. You jumped aside before you realized it was the dragon. The dragon shook off the snow cover and looked at you. However, when you approached him, he started growling at you.

"I just want to help you. The hunters who were shooting at you will be here in a moment. If you don't want to end up as their new trophy, let me help you,” you said, undeterred. 

The dragon stopped growling at you and watched as you walked up to him and started to get him out of the net that was attached to the arrows that hit him in the side.

That net you got him easily, but you were more worried about the arrow in his side. The dragon tried to stand up, but the arrow was in the way. He tried to get to him himself, but he couldn't.

“I'll pull it out,” you said, taking an arrow in one hand and bracing yourself against his body with the other. The moment you touched it you were momentarily blinded by a white light. You had no idea what it was, but you weren't about to find out. You heard a gunshot and knew you didn't have much time.

“Follow me,” you ordered as you temporarily treated his wound with a scarf. The dragon looked back towards the approaching hunters before deciding to follow you.

In the safety of your home, you hid the dragon in the barn. Your family used to have cattle, but that was a long time ago. Now you had a barn full of unnecessary things you didn't want to get rid of.

Without you being able to prepare something more comfortable for him, the dragon lay down on the pile of hay. In the meantime, you reached for the first aid kit and properly treated his arrow wound. The dragon watched you the whole time but didn't even flinch.

When you were done, the dragon looked to its side before yawning to reveal a row of sharp teeth. After that, he laid his head on the ground again and fell asleep.

You didn't want to unnecessarily disturb him, so you returned to your cottage, which was right next door.

You made yourself a hot drink, wrapped yourself in a blanket and sat down in the chair. You were proud of yourself for saving the dragon from the hunters.

Now you were about to get some rest and relax when there was a knock on your door. With a blanket draped over your shoulders like a coat, you went to see who it could be.

You opened the door and peeked out. To your horror, they were hunters. You didn't like this at all.

“Good afternoon, sorry to disturb you, but we are looking for a dragon. We managed to shoot him down and followed his tracks all the way here,” they explained. 

You hoped the snow would cover all tracks when you remembered that they might have been following him from the blood from her wound.

“Afternoon, a dragon? Where would I hide the dragon? Besides, it's against the law,” you lied.

"We have to check all options. Do you mind if we look inside?” he asked. You didn't want to look suspicious so you let them in. Maybe they won't go to the barn.

But that was just wishful thinking because when they searched your house, they immediately headed for the barn. Now you feared the worst. You wanted to stop them, but nothing you said deterred them.

You prayed for him to change their mind, or for the dragon to escape. The hunters opened the door, but the dragon was nowhere to be found. A young man with green hair in a green coat was lying on the pile of hay instead of a giant lizard. He sleepily sat down and lazily stretched.

“Something wrong?” he asked sleepily, sitting up. Hay was still falling from his hair.

"Who are you? This island is small enough for us to know everyone here,” the hunter frowned.

“I'm Roronoa Zoro…” he introduced himself before you cut in on him.

"He got lost in a blizzard. I was walking around when I found him buried in the snow. I couldn’t leave him freezing there,” you improvised.

The hunters looked at you questioningly, then at Zoro, before finally deciding that you might be telling the truth. With that, they apologized for disturbing you before leaving to search for the dragon.

When you closed the door after them, a stone fell from your heart. You took a breath and were about to roll onto the couch when you noticed Zoro leaning against the door frame.

"What about your wound?" you asked him, noticing his bandaged waist.

"It's better. I'll sleep it off and it will be completely fine," he replied as if it was nothing.

“I had no idea dragons could change like that,” you said, pointing at his human form.

“Among dragons, it's more of a legend too,” he shrugged before walking closer to you. “Thanks for the rescue.”

"You're welcome. I'm glad we got rid of them so easily,” you smiled, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"Can I look at your hand?" he asked

“Uh, yeah,” you didn't understand, but you didn't see a problem with it. Zoro took your hand which you touched him as you pulled the arrow out. You had a dragon symbol on your palm.

"What is it?" you asked as you hadn't had anything like that there before. You were sure of that.

"That means you're my rider," Zoro replied with a satisfied smile.

"What?" that caught you off guard. You've never heard of riders. Maybe only in legends.

"That's right. You belong to me," he said as if it was a matter of course and collapsed onto the couch.

After this, he promised to tell you what he knew about it. Although even among dragons it was relatively rare. Some have given up the search altogether.

But before he tells you, you have prepared something for you to eat and drink. After all, he was still your guest.

"Do you live here alone?" Zoro asked you as he followed you into the kitchen after a while. In the meantime, he inadvertently looked around your house, because he was able to get lost even in such a small place.

“Yeah, both of my parents died a few years ago,” you replied. It still bothered you, but with each passing year, it hurt less and less.

"Why did you save me?" he asked, and this time he took a bottle of alcohol from the closet and drank.

"I don't know. I just didn't want them to kill another dragon,” you shrugged. It was true and you didn't need any other reason for it.

Once the food was finally ready, you sat down at the table as Zoro told you what he knew about dragons and their riders.

You were barely halfway through your meal when there was a knock on the door. You walked to the door with Zoro hot on your heels. When you opened the door, the same hunters that were there before were standing there again.

"We're going to get the dragon," their commander told you, showing you the Zoro’s wanted poster. "He's a pirate and a dragon!" he added sternly. Without waiting for your answer, the two hunters grabbed your arms and held you in place while the others burst into your house.

"You will come with us. We have a cell ready for traitors like you," one of the hunters holding you mocked you.

"Zoro, run!" you screamed until one of them put a hand over your mouth and silenced you like that.

These hunters had been annoying Zoro for a long time and this was the last straw. You saw him make his way through the hunters out the door as if they were dolls and turn into a giant green dragon as he ran. He turned around and knocked several hunters aside with his tail before charging in your direction.

When was Zoro close to you, the two hunters let go of you and ran away. However, the dragon caught you in its claws and rose into the air with you. You yelped in shock and immediately grabbed onto his paw. You had the impression that as his rider he wouldn't let you go, but the primal fear was there.

Zoro didn't fly far with you, though you couldn't tell for sure in the snow. You landed on a mountain, high above the clouds, where he carefully placed you on the ground.

"Aren't you hurt?" he asked you when he turned human. You shook your head, you were fine. However, when you were now prey for hunters, you had nowhere to go.

"We should get back to the ship," Zoro said, looking around as if trying to find the right direction.

"Do you think I could go with you?" you asked him weakly. Zoro looked at you like you had grown a second head.

"And you would rather stay here?" he asked.

“Now that I'm blacklisted by hunters? No idea,” you replied without thinking.

"Then there's nothing to talk about," he said matter-of-factly.

"Do you think the others won't mind?" you asked.

"As I know them, they will be excited about you," he replied, and the cook immediately came to mind. He will have to guard you from him. That calmed you down a bit.

You wanted to make your way to them as soon as possible, but it looked like Zoro had no idea which direction their ship was headed. You could have helped him with that. After all, it wasn't such a big island and you were sure that you would find her together.

You hid until dark so the hunters wouldn't see you. Zoro turned into a dragon and you climbed up his neck. As he took off into the air and descended below the clouds, you were able to make your way to the ship together.

As soon as you landed, you were surrounded by crew members who were happy that the dragon had finally returned. You jumped off his neck just in time as the blonde with the cigarette kicked him in the head.

"Stupid Marimo, where have you been hanging out again?!" he shouted. Zoro growled at him like a dragon and looked like he wanted to dismember him. The others noticed you too and the angry blonde immediately turned around.

“Aww, Meroline! I hope this idiot didn't kidnap you. Was he nice to you? Are you hungry?" he was melting over you, his eyes just shining with excitement. You didn't know what to say to that. You didn't have to either, Zoro turned into a human and stepped in front of you.

“Hands off my rider,” he said angrily with his arms crossed.

"Are you telling me that this beautiful Mellorine is your rider?" he didn't want to believe it, and a similar surprise was visible to the other crew members. However, this soon resulted in joy and had to be properly celebrated.

As you found out later, Sanji had prepared a giant dinner in your honour and prepared several of your favourite foods. All the crew members welcomed you warmly and treated you as another member of their family.

As the crew members started to fall away, you noticed that Zoro had disappeared as well. You just caught a glimpse of the end of his tail as he headed out the door. You followed him as he spread his wings and flew up the mast to the nest. That didn't deter you and you climbed after him.

“Nice view,” you said finally making it to the top. Zoro just smiled and motioned and you sat next to him.

“I never thought I would find my rider. And especially this early,” he said while looking ahead.

“I never thought of something like that either,” you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder. 

Zoro then told you about his goal, to defeat a dragon named Mihawk and become the best dragon swordsman. You had to admit that was an admirable goal. You then told him yourself that you didn't want to be a burden to him, and that you would support him as much as you could.

With that Zoro pulled you closer and hugged you from behind. He covered you with his wings like a blanket and kissed your hair before resting his chin on your head.

This was a harbinger of the wonderful adventures that were yet to come.

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[itsohh]

Blacklight

A/N: Female reader, just a lil dumb idea that I played around with @lululandd​

Summary: The group of you head out for a 'team building' exercise of mini golf. A rather frequent occurrence and this time, Gaz has selected a blacklight theme venue. It's a real shame about that quickie you had with Ghost prior.

Word count: 2674 

Warnings: Smut

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Parked in the dark safety of an alleyway, the night sky worked well in making the tinted windows of the car darker. A match made in heaven, no one would really notice what occurred inside. His hand wrapped around your throat, an anchor as you moved on top of him. This hadn’t been a planned thing, rushed and full of urgency the pair of you only had about ten minutes total before you would be irritatingly late. Head tilted back, your eyes were closed with a drunk expression spread across your face. He watched as your lips parted and allowed small moans to escape your lips. Your hands were planted steadily on his shoulders while your hips rolled in circles.

Ghost's pants were barely open, just enough for his cock to be comfortably free, buried deep inside of you. Your underwear was pushed to the side while your skirt covered the pair of you. His neck gaiter had pulled down to expose his face to you. A light squeeze around your neck had your eyes crack open and met his. Despite being in the dark, you could see the warm brown of his eyes that gazed into yours.

Your hips didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Each roll, each movement of your hips had pleasure swell inside of you. So deep and incredibly full you swore you could feel him in your chest. “Simon.” You panted out his name, obvious that your second climax was near. A climax that he was determined to join you on. His large hand directed your throat towards him until you were close enough for him to plant his lips on yours once again. It was a wet messy kiss, hardpressed as you pushed your chest against his.

Simon's free arm wrapped around your waist and you could feel the way he bucked up into you. So close, there wasn’t any real rhythm to his movements, not anymore. “Simon.” You pulled back slightly and gasped against his lips while your nails dug into his shoulders.

“That's it, that's it, pretty girl. Come for me.” His voice was gruff, full of lust as he slammed into you. He pulled you hard down against his cock while you came. It was an action that finalized his own end. Inside, his cock throbbed. He groaned out as his eyes shut, his dick filling you up with as much seed as you could possibly take. It spilled over the edges of your cunt and a small amount leaked onto the edges of his pants.

Loud pants echoed from the pair of you which turned into a light laugh from you when you let go of him and blinked. “Fuck.” You ran a hand through your hair as smiled at the man, joy written across your face. The same joy was reflected across Simon's face and he let go of your throat. His hand drifted down to your thighs and lightly rubbed the top of them under your skirt. An action that you had done to him ten minutes prior that had started everything.

“You alright?” He raised a brow and you nodded.

“Yeah, just needed a second. What time is it? We should get going.” You asked and his eyes flickered to his watch.

“Let's get you cleaned up first.” The driver-side door clicked open and with one hand he gave in a push. A shutter of cold air had you gasp out and Ghost gave you a small look of sympathy. He swivelled around so his feet were planted on the ground outside. It gave you an easy way to get off his lap. The second you remove yourself from his softening cock, the pair of you both let out a groan while his seed was quick to dribble down the inside of your thighs. Your eyes fell to cock which fell to the side while Ghost leaned over to the passenger side of the car and grabbed your jacket.

“Here, before you catch a cold.”

“Thanks.” You shrugged it on while he opened the glove compartment for tissues. His focus on you, he wiped away the two lines from your thighs while you adjusted your underwear back into place. It would catch the rest of his seed, it would be wet against your cunt but a piece of you didn’t really mind. You found your phone in the pocket of your jacket and pulled it out while Simon cleaned himself up and tucked his cock away.

“Where did Gaz say this place was by the way?” Your eyes flicked up from your phone when he got out of the car, his neck gaiter and hoodie back in place. Completely cleaned up, no one would be the wiser.

“Just down the road about half a block. It’s not far, come on.” The car locked and the pair of you were on your way.

Soap waved as he spotted you both coming from afar.

“‘Bout fucking time the pair of you showed up.” Soap slapped an arm around the pair of you and squeezed in the small gap.

“Still waiting on Laswell.” Price huffed from his spot in the front of the cafe.

“Is Mrs Laswell coming?” You asked and your memory went back to the last time she brought her wife along to a game of mini golf.

-

“I beat you for real this time.” Soap smugly looked towards Gaz.

“No way, I got third this time.” No one bothered to try and get first or second place anymore. Not with Ghost and Price around.

“I dunno Soap, Gaz did pretty well in the first half.” You leaned forward while Laswell calculated the results. Forbidden from crowding around her, it was all silent when she finally cleared her throat. She had a surprised expression across her face for a split second because it was covered with a neutral poker face that she had long since perfected.

“In third place…” Everyone leaned forward. “Price.” She looked up and he shrugged. Victory didn’t have much meaning to him. Meanwhile, you, Gaz and Soap all gaped at each other. Someone else got either first or second. The first time in forever. “Second place was Ghost.” His eyes looked over to you and he gave you a quick wink before Soap and Gaz practically rushed the woman. “Get back, like a pack of dogs the pair of you.” She huffed but rolled her eyes with fake annoyance. “Well done darling, you came first.” Her eye line went towards her wife who had been rather silent. Caught off guard the woman smiled at her while Gaz and Soap stared. Who knew that she was a master at mini golf?

“Ah, maybe next time Soap. Well done. Did a hell of a job to beat those two.” Gaz praised her and everyone did a little round of applause. Meanwhile, Soap shuffled next to you.

“Yah know what she does for a living?”

“No idea. Gotta be something good to beat those two.” You whispered back.

“Only one way to find out.” He waved you his phone and you shook your hand.

“Laswell will kill us, wait until after.” You whispered a hiss and he nodded.

The moment after the couple had left, the pair of you furiously started to type away on your phones, both googling her name to find out any information.

“What are you two doin'?” Gaz asked as he slid into the booth with Ghost next to him.

“Trynna figure out why Mrs Laswell’s so good at mini golf.”

“Maybe she's got practice?” Gaz offered and the pair of you looked up.

“Nah, gotta be something else. Aren't you curious?” Soap prompts the man and soon Gaz has his phone out as well doing his own research.

“Man, I can’t find shite.” Soap grumbled when Price showed up, hands full with drinks while his phone rang. Ghost too had joined in on the group ‘project’ and Price let out a sigh when he pulled out his phone and answered.

“Forgot something?” He asked, his eyebrows raised, and the phone call was shortly cut off. The stern sound of your name came from his lips. It had you jump slightly and he soon did the same with Soap and Gaz’s name.

The three of you looked at him like deer in headlights and he gave you all a disapproving look. “What's up, Cap?” Gaz was the one to rip the bandage off and he sighed.

“Stop fucking googling Laswell's wife.”

“Hey, we would never.” Soap let out a protest and both you and Gaz jumped on it.

“Yeah cap, think you got the wrong people.”

“Dunno how you got that idea, sir.” You grinned and he gave the three of you a tired deadpan look.

“She can see all the shit you do on your phones.”

Soap stared at him wide-eyed and the three of you subtly closed the tabs. “Everything?” Soap's eye looked to the side.

“Yeah cause you morons are using your fucking work phones.” Price went to open his mouth again when his phone rang again. You saw Laswell's name pop up. His eyes narrowed and looked towards Ghost who hadn’t been part of the conversation.

“Would the unknown person with the Swedish IP please stop googling her wife?” The three of you looked at each other confused and you leaned towards Soap.

“Hey, that's a really good idea to use a VPN.” Your hush voice spoke and he nodded in agreement. Price took the phone away from his ear and placed it on the table with the speaker on.

“Whoever's on their personal phone I can still gain access rather quickly. I get notified when her name is searched. If you don’t stop digging right this moment I will take control of your phone and I will go digging.” Her voice had you all frozen with wide eyes.

“It's closed.” Ghost's voice had your heads' snap towards him in surprise. It was so obvious yet none of you had connected it. Laswell let out a small sigh of relief.

“Thank you. If you want to know more about her, next time ask her directly. I trust this won't happen again?”

“Yes ma’am.” There was an echo as the line went dead and Price sat down and grabbed his drink with a grumble.

-

Gaz’s voice brought you back to the present.

“Nah, Laswell said it's just her this time.” Gaz stretched. He had a grin on his face, it lit up his entire face and you could tell he had been looking forward to his pick.

“So what is this place? You barely told us anything about it.” You asked as Laswell approached.

“Apologies, hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Ah don’t sweat it, Laswell.” Gaz led the group through the cafe to the front entrance where you all grabbed a club. “This is a pretty standard mini golf place but it's blacklight themed.”

“Sure is!” The attendant smiled. “Party of six for today?” She cheerfully asked as she led the group to the cashier. She then led you all into a highly decorated area, and not many people were around. Neons were all over the place with spray-painted fake trees and an outlined course. It was a nice place.

You were at about the third hole when you noticed it. The way the light hit Ghost's pants. You froze and he raised a brow when he noticed the way your eyes stared at his crotch. The small areas that his cum had leaked now glowed rather brightly under the light. All colour drained from your face.

“Here, your turn.” Soap moved for you and you nervously shot your ball. When you bent over slightly, your ass stuck out and Ghost could see the small lines that glowed down your inner thighs. It was far more noticeable the higher he could see, the areas where his cum had overflowed and settled between the pair of you. You managed to get your ball in on the first hit and when you started to walk back, Gaz was already working on following your example.

“Hey uh LT, I think you got a little something on your–” Soap had noticed the marks too but hadn’t quite connected the dots. Soap's voice trailed off as Ghost stared at the man. Emotionless. He opened his mouth but closed it again to turn to you. The same expressionless look was on your face. His face turned back to Ghost and then his crotch. “Just uh right uh-”

“Got what Sergeant?” Ghost’s voice was cold, almost daring him to continue, to figure it out.

“You know what? Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Price came up with Laswell and she headed towards the line as Gaz leaned on the wall. His eyes glanced at Ghost’s crotch like everyone else.

“That’s cum innit?” Gaz immediately said with no hesitation and you let out a cough of surprise. Prices glanced over to your thighs that had pressed together under your skirt.

“Cowgirl.” Price nodded towards Gaz and you could feel the way that your face heated up due to the conversation. Ghost's brows lowered in an annoyed fashion but he let them have their fun. Soap's eyes darted from yours to Ghost before he whipped his head around to look at Price.

“How in the hell did you figure-”

“Boys, do you mind? I’m trying to take my shot.” Lawsell let out a sigh and everyone went dead silent. She lifted her club and Price let out a small snicker under his breath, his eyes on yours.

“Seems Ghost already did.”

Kate's club collided and her ball flicked to the side and off the course. Laswell let out a small sigh while Gaz laughed with Price.

-

You watched as Price finished up the final shot of the night and gave his score to Laswell. Ghost silently appeared next to him and you turned and gave him a small smile. “You alright?”

“Yeah, could go for a shower.” You hummed out a laugh and his eyes squinted in a smile.

“Right, in third place…” Your conversation was cut off as Laswell started. “Ghost.”

“Bit off your game tonight hun?” You whispered and his eyes sized up your body.

“Bit of a distraction you are.”

“Second place, Price.”

“Hmm, what's Price’s excuse?” You hushly spoke and Ghost leaned against your ear.

“Never said you were distracting me. Dirty old bastard that one.” You elbowed him in the side.

“Heard that Simon.” Price spoke to the left of you but there weren’t any hurt feelings or hostility. Only a long-term friendship and familiarity. “Takes one to know one doesn’t it?”

“Right on that Captain.” Ghost nodded.

“First place for the first time. Soap. Well done.” Soap beamed at the result while everyone gave him a small applause.

“Right, your drinks on me then.” Gaz slapped Soap on the back and the group of you headed out into the cafe bar.

“You two calling it a night?” Laswell asked as you started to follow Ghost. He gave you a look that told you it was up to you.

“Yeah, catch up on some rest.”

“Can’t argue with that. Have a good night.” She nodded and you waved off to the rest of the group. Before you got out of earshot you managed to hear them for one last time.

“Maybe no more blacklight next time Gaz? Scared ‘em off.” Price's laugh of a taunt had you giggle and Ghost raised a brow at you but soon joined in on your light mood. With his arm around your shoulders the pair of you retired for the night, but not to sleep.

#ghost x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #call of duty #modern warfare 2

[naurimastaur]

Thrill Ride O’ Love

^Nicked image from Pinterest (@ gail) & title from yk..

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: Young teen Fred’s in his delusional girl era (funfair edition) x

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Fred sat imprisoned by only what he could describe as a mangled piece of metal as he let y/n convince him to experience a muggle rollercoaster.

His eyes were mesmerised by the older couple in-front, their heads bowed toward the other’s as they shared a laugh in excitement.

It inspired an idea in his otherwise empty head.

He coughed and slipped his hand into y/n’s palm, looking around as if to find someone to blame for the action.

She looked to him, to their intertwined fingers, then ahead to save herself the bother.

“Thought you might need the strength of an above average, muscular male to anchor your fear,” he said honourably.

“George’s here?” She gasped.

He scoffed as she laughed, using his spare hand to cover his smile. His heart fluttering at the fact she hadn’t pulled away from his touch in immediate disgust.

He hyped himself up as the ride began, confident he’d have her in his arms by the end of it.

Unfortunately coming to realise upon her horrifyingly joyful giggles at the ride’s drop, he had been severely mislead by romantic cliches.

At the first smack of wind pressure to the face, Fred squashed his face into the armpit of her puffer coat for protection. Their conjoined hands placed against his chest as a safety measure, obviously.

His face was once again met with a force as y/n swatted him away, before she choked on a snort at his expression; eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape mid scream.

What a charmer.

Their picture was framed at the centre of the stall’s screen as they exited the ride.

Fred stuck out a hopeful foot to trip her up, arms outstretched to catch her in a poor attempt at distraction.

Maybe whilst surrounded by his powerful, loving arms she’d realise what a catch he was?

“Is that drool?” She snickered, pointing towards his photographed mouth.

“Behave.”

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A/N: We’re going to act like I didn’t disappear for four months and my dog didn’t die (writer’s curse). But hey! Happy new year everyone! Wishing you all the best, accept this poorly written fic from me <3

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins #fred weasley imagine #george weasley #harry potter #hp fandom #winter #hp fluff #fem!reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #funfair #oneshot #crush imagines #delusional

[lunargrapejuice]

Hello! I saw that you have requests open so I would like to request hcs for Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao (separately). How would they react when their s/o had/or is having a nightmare and is clearly shaken up by it. Thank you and take ur time ❤️

i love comfort fics and for some of my favorite boys too? 🥰 yes please! thank you requesting lovely💕 after i wrote these i realized you asked for hc but i wrote short stories instead, i hope you enjoy!💕

diluc ragnvindr, zhongli + xiao reacting to you having a nightmare

comfort | no pronouns used

diluc

the cold night air of the winery chills your sweat beaded skin the moment you are torn from your dreams and sit up in bed, though in the darkness, in your fear stricken state, it’s hard to tell what’s real or if you are still within that terrible nightmare. it’s so dark.. so cold.. just like your dreams.. with a white knuckle grip your hands bunch up the fabric of the duvet that lay at your waist, your hold on it only growing tighter as fear and uncertainty seeps into every pore on your body. the danger isn’t over.. how could it possibly be when the sight in your dreams was there each time you blinked or closed your eyes or when you could feel the darkness around you begin to swallow you whole.

diluc was awake, he had been the moment you began to stir. no matter how deep his sleep may be, when it came to you he was always alert and ready. with wide eyes he watched as your body jolted up in bed, his own following suit. his ear burned as he caught every painful heaving breath you took that filled the space around him. fear of his own clouded the heart that beated for you, making it near impossible to move. at first he can only look around for potential signs of danger, anything that could have brought you harm but the room is still aside from your shaking figure and it doesn’t take him long after that to know just what awoke you, for similar things have awoken him the same way too. he’s scared, scared about what you saw and if it was as terrible as his own dreams, scared that his touch would only make it worse. but even in his fear, as he always did, he pushes through. 

he calls your name softly, unable to hide the shakiness in his voice as he reaches out for you but never touches the softness of your skin. the heart in his chest contracts painfully when you let out a choked sob instead of an answer to his call, covering your mouth with a shaking hand. in the moonlight he sees tears stream down your face and something in his body screams to move, to do anything to take away your pain. 

you don’t feel him get out of bed or hear his quick footsteps as he makes his way to your side, still focused on trying to blink away the painful images plaguing your mind to no avail. only when the bed dips, when bright red emerges from the darkness, when familiar warmth begins to heat your damp skin just from his proximity, are you brought from your trance. lifting your face slowly, tears still streaming down your cheeks, you break even further when you’re met with the worried look of your beloved. it’s painful to see him like this and it makes you wonder if perhaps he saw your nightmares too. you want to touch the unsteady hand that extends towards you without ever connecting but it’s hard to breath, hard to move from where your body anchors itself to the sheets. a choked sob of his name is all you can manage, your voice sounding so broken, so unfamiliar to you both. you want to curl into yourself, hide away and forget your dreams but before you can further succumb to your fear, before you can shut yourself away from diluc and his love, strong and protective arms wrap around you, one finding the back of your head, the other around you middle, holding you tightly against dilucs burning chest and providing a guiding light to safety from what you thought was inescapable darkness. 

as you hold onto him as if your life depended on it, as you bury yourself in the crook of his neck and take in his scent, letting it remind you that you’re safe, he swears to himself he won’t hesitate again. time and time again you had seeked out his touch in a sea of people willing to give themselves to you and he has always brought you comfort and love that no one else could hope to rival. it wasn’t possible when the love he had for you and you alone burned as brightly and intensely as thousands of stars that would always light your way out of the darkness and to each other. 

he’s so warm, his scarred skin soft and familiar, grounding you to reality alongside his hushed words and you let yourself be consumed by it, by him. 

“shhh my love, i’m here. i’ve got you.. i’ve got you..”

“you’re safe, just hold onto me and breathe.. good, just like that.”

diluc holds you tightly until your tears stop dripping down his exposed chest, until your rigid body relaxes against him, until your breath is deep and quiet from being lulled back to sleep and he’d continue to hold you until the sun rises and the darkness could no longer cease your smile. 

“no matter the form of darkness that threatens you, i will always protect you.”

zhongli 

ever the light sleeper, the ex archon is awoken by your sleeping whimpers and the way your body tenses against him before you are. he blinks away the last bit of sleepiness quickly and in the moonlight peaking through the curtains he can see the tears streaming down your cheeks and staining your pillow. normally one to relish in the peacefulness of your sleeping state, he wouldn’t dare disturb you but this was different, anything but peaceful and he hated to see you in such a way. 

as gingerly as he could, he wipes away your tears and calls your name in hopes to pull you from your distress. when your eyes shoot open, fear painted in your irises like a raging storm, his own glow as a beaker of light in the fog, leading you to safety and his arms hold you steady. in your fear you try to pull away, to figure out what was real and what wasn’t after what had flashed before you in your terrible dreams. it felt so real, even now you weren’t sure if you were still asleep because as your body shook against your lover, as the images you saw moments ago flashed before your eyes over and over again, your heart screamed that the worst wasn’t over.

“my lily, please, try to take a breath,” he speaks softly, with all the gentleness he has and your body listens as if he had commanded you with all the power of the god he once was.  

you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding your breath and the suddenness of air returning to your lungs makes them feel like they’re on fire even though the air is cold. your wheezing breaks your lover's heart, crumbles pieces of his sturdy walls - only you could break the geo archon like this - but even so, he would not fail to be the pillar that held you steady and lifted you above the darkness into the clouds, where only love and beauty were waiting for you. 

your arms wrap desperately around his middle and to distract yourself from your thoughts you bury yourself in his chest, get lost in his steady heart beat and his soothing touch up and down your back and through your hair. each gentle kiss he places to the top of your head, each declaration in his deep and calming voice that he would keep you safe, that he was here and what had happened was only a dream, slowly by surely brought your sobbing to tiny hiccups and your shaking body to relax in his arms.

“fear not, my dear, nothing can hurt you now..”

“i’m here.. i have you..”

when you’ve calmed but found yourself still unable to find your way back to sleep, he offers you himself. a warm place to rest against him, his heart beat a calm white noise, a story to keep your thoughts away from your previous dreams and all the love he had for you as he held you against him. even after your breaths grow deep and your hold on him relaxes, your mind unable to fight off sleep any longer, he continues with his story and his loving touches, worries of your nightmares still clinging to him. he wonders what played out in your mind that left you scared like a child and if you would tell him when morning came.

he wouldn’t push, wouldn’t pressure you and would understand if you wanted to keep it to yourself. he values your privacy, as long as you knew he was there when you were ready that was all he truly cared about. but even so, he found himself weak to his boundaries when he looked down and saw you sleeping peacefully. he would do anything to ensure you rested like this always, that nothing could weigh down your free heart and found himself calling upon his archon powers. resting his forehead ever so gently against yours, he takes in your lovely visage one last time before closing his eyes and seeping into your dreams, surrounding you in an impenetrable shield of gold and dreams of a world where nothing could harm you. 

xiao

a heart wrenching whisper of his name brings him to your side in an instant, his mind and heart racing with only one question and one solution in his mind. where could you be so late at night that you’d need to call upon him for aid? he wouldn’t hesitate to lay waste to anyone or anything who dare harm you but, in the stillness of your bedroom he stands confused and unable to lower his weapon. 

he’s seen you resting many times. found his karmic debt felt lighter as he watched your chest rise and fall peacefully, your mouth parted slightly, a content and beautiful look on your face, as if nothing could hurt you and as long as he was alive, that was true. but how was he to help now? no one was harming you and yet you cried, called his name, curled into yourself as if it might save you and when your mind had finally decided it couldn’t bear it a moment longer, it woke you violently, sending you falling from the bed, disoriented and scared.

you hear the clashing of a weapon as it falls to the ground and light footsteps as its owner lunges to catch you. xiao wasn’t sure what to do when he first saw you being plagued by your dreams. he had devoured many dreams but it was not a pleasant experience for him or his victim so how was he to help you escape yours? but as you awoke and your body moved on its own, xiao found himself following his instinct to protect you, forcing him to do anything but simply stand there and watch you suffer. 

he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to your touch, sometimes even pulling away from it when it became too much for his skin but he couldn’t find the will to pull away from you once your arms wrapped around his neck and you sobbed into his shoulder. his touch was all he had to offer to help you through this and you begged for it with every movement you made. resting his back on the wall behind your bed he held you tightly against him, his powerful arms wrapping protectively around you, your shaking hiding his own unsteady hands. you may have found his hold crushing if it was any normal day but as you cling to him desperately, trying to forget your dreams, you don’t want it to stop. 

“are you hurt?” he asks and the sudden sharpness of his voice against your cries causes you to flinch in his arms. biting the inside of his lip he hesitates to say anything else, attempts to pull away to give you space in fear he’s only made you feel worse but your arms around him only tighten and he succumbs to his desire to take your pain away, no matter the means, even means he’s unaccustomed to. 

no words are spoken as he holds against his chest, letting your hair tickle his nose, the unsteady beat of your hearts echoing off each other until, in unison, they steady. xiaos hold on you never waivers and his touch brings you from the darkest dreams to the brightest nights where the moon shines boldly in all her beauty. he doesn’t understand how he is capable of bringing you such comfort, how his karmic debt doesn’t cause you further pain but as long as your discomfort ceased, such things did not matter. the cold of your bedroom, that felt like it was dragging you further into the abyss minutes ago, turns into a warmth that reminds you of the nights spent in the tall mountains of liyue and each moment that ticks by you let the memories of your dreams fade into the night until only xiao remains. 

xiao watches over the land before him, listens to the wind whistling in the mountains of jueyun karst and hopes that it is bringing you peace, as it has for him when he’s felt the weight of dreams crushing him. when he feels the steadiness of your breath, though your hold on his never lessens, he knows you have found sleep once more and he is finally able to speak. “rest. i will keep those dreams away. i swear it.”

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#genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #xiao #diluc #zhongli #diluc ragnvindr

[ninnosaurus]

|| A Gift from the Cosmos ||

So, this is completely inspired by @sha-biest and her lil baby Ammie found on this link > Here. Short inspo to this one shot can be found there > There.

Inspired by Sha's Golden Future AU This is a... Ninno-Got-This-Scene-In-Her-Head-And-Just-Had-To-Get-It-Out-Or-Else-It-Would-Stick-Like-Glue kind of deal.

Please be kind. I haven't written anything serious in YEARS so I'm a bit rusty but yes. Enjoy, and do check out the links. I take NO credit except for the writing itself.

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Nudging the door with his heel he closed it and gently took his sandals off and placed them next to it. He barely made any noise at all walking around his meditation room gathering the materials he needed. 

A brush and his special paint. 

Michaelangelo made quick, yet thorough work of preparing his meditation circle. Every rune had to be perfectly symmetrical. Not a dot or line could be out of place or else, everything could be ruined. And he could come out of this injured. Lately he'd decided to try and broaden his mystical powers. He could physically feel his powers itching under his skin. 

No, not even under his skin. In his soul. It was an itch he just couldn't scratch, almost like his mystical powers wanted out. To stretch its legs. To walk and talk and live with them. It was hard to explain. 

He had to push his boundaries, even further than he’d done this far. 

So, Mikey decided to take matters into his own hands and started experimenting with new chants. New runes. New incantations and enchantments. Deeper meditation. Everything rune and chant being made by hand from scratch.

Some of them worked, some didn't. The ones that did work were saved in a journal.

He even had a smaller journal where he kept his more… darker, gruesome runes. Runes made to hurt, and even kill. He needed it. Needed to know he at least could. 

This time, he’d found an opening into not only space, but into cosmos itself. A possibility to enter the concept of existence and aether. Not like before, before he was simply at the sidelines. Watching. This time, he’d touched on the possibility of changing the aether. To create a new reality inside of space and time. Maybe even to create life from nothing. To commune with the very cosmos he lived in. 

The problem was how precise he had to be. He had asked his brothers and Gen to not interrupt him no matter what. If they needed him he would feel it in spirit. 

Standing up, Mikey inspected every rune and every line on the meditation circle together with the ones covering his hands and feet to make sure everything is symmetrical before walking into the center of it. 

He took a deep breath and crossed his legs before lifting off from the floor, levitating, and closing his eyes. As his heart slowed down his head began to hang and a soft, golden glow emerged from under him.

The light crawled up his hair. His golden streaks lighting up, illuminating their way. The glow made him feel warm. It felt like a hug, like coming home after a long trip, familiar. Like he belonged and the turtle let out a contented sigh, feeling his entire body relax into the soft embrace. 

Not before long, all the runes, sigils and chants written in a language unknown to outsiders also began to glow. From the circle on the floor anchors emerged. Golden chains meant to keep his physical form grounded, a safety chain of sorts, connected with his wrists and ankles. With four metallic clicks the safety protocol was finished.

Even if the only thing that was going to travel was his soul, his body still needed to be protected. Traveling into the cosmos was dangerous. He knew he would need plenty of recovery after this. He was going to be exhausted.

Soon enough, he found himself outside his body. Simply stepping out of his physical form. His ninpo worked as a sort of conductor for his mystical powers. Without his ninpo, none of this would probably not even be possible. Yet, here he was, simply a whisper and a breeze. Looking back to his physical form. 

He looked around. Looking for his brothers’... and Gen. Smiling, they were all just where he’d left them. After making sure everything looked just fine he turned his back towards his body, and walked towards the door. 

This is it. He thought to himself. This is the moment I find out if I made it or not. 

There were so many things he wanted to ask cosmos. To ask the stars, to figure out how and why everything was made to be. Why were he and his brothers chosen? Why not anyone else? Can he possess people? Can he bring people back from the dead? Can he give Donatello and Leonardo their arms back…? He had to know. 

With a shaky hand, he reached for the handle. 

Behind it, he was flashed with a blinding light making him hiss in annoyance and slight pain in his eyes as they adjusted to it. What he saw was beyond anything he’d ever seen before when traveling to the aether. 

Now, he could touch the realities with his own hands, so to speak. To test it, he himself killed one butterfly only to watch as a completely new reality and timeline was created right in front of his eyes. 

Everything and nothing was planned to happen. 

Mikey knew it all, but he also knew nothing. 

Walking through the plane, he looked to his right and saw his reflection. Only that it wasn’t this current him. It was an older beaten up one. This Michelangelo was a sad one, war stricken and tired old man who wanted nothing more than to finally rest. To know his death meant something. 

To his left was a younger him. A Mikey who had yet to grow up, yet to live through the war coming his way, but it was a younger him he had visited once in a dream to help with the upcoming Kraang invasion.

They all walked until suddenly, the older Michelangelo disintegrated in an explosion of light. Mikey and his younger self shared a look in silence before continuing to walk towards the second door.

That’s when his younger self stopped him.

“Are you sure?”, the youngest one asked. Eyes filled with worry, like he wasn’t sure about any of this.

“I- I’m sure.”, the older one replied. “This is what I- what we’ve been searching for. I need so many answers.”

The youngest one let out a breathy laugh. “Sometimes, what we need isn’t answers, but questions.” 

The long haired one looked at him quizzically. “I don’t understand.” 

“You will.”

With those words, the door was suddenly blasted open and Mikey thrown through it. In the fall he saw a drop of his ninpo expelled from his chest. It hovered above him, a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him before everything went dark.

He did a sharp intake for air. His lungs burned like he’d been drowning. Heart racing, head hurting. The last thing he remembered was being flung through a doorway, a bright sun flashing and those bright blue eyes looking back at him, then waking up on his meditation room floor. 

Sitting up, he groaned as he rubbed the back of his head, a small bump forming from where he landed on it after falling to the floor when his soul crashed into his body again. 

What struck him first after the initial shock of suddenly being back in his room was a very soft, low humming sound coming from in front of him. 

Mikey choked on air when he lifted his head and came face to face with a ball of light hovering in front of him. 

But it was what was inside of the ball. 

A baby. 

The ball started moving towards him, which resulted in him scooting backwards until his shell bumped the wall behind him. When the ball stopped moving, Michelangelo’s hands lifted almost by themselves to cup the small thing. 

He was speechless. Did he…? How…? He… 

He found himself just staring out into the room. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He probably barely breathed. Suddenly, the small life in his hand started to move. He looked down and it was when they made eye contact again he realized what it was. 

The cosmos itself had seen his struggles, his fights and his utmost reverence for life on the planet and therefore. The cosmos itself had gifted him a drop of sunlight in the form of a daughter.

#rottmnt #sha-biest