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path777 · 1 year

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blessing and a curse: #DEAN_SWEEP + s1 dean winchester covered in blood (not his) + an unexplained fuck or die curse. i love the world

it was alarming to see dean pull into the parking lot of the motel like a maniac, the impala nearly scratching the next car over as he swerves and parks head-in. something was very wrong - even in the most urgent of emergencies you’ve never seen him treat that car this way. before you knew it he was kicking the door open, hand encircling your wrist tightly.

“dean, what-“ you start, noting the unruly state of his hair- even more than usual- the blood on his face and hands, and a panicked and fussy demeanor that was unlike the dean you knew. “are you hurt? should i-“

at that moment, dean makes a noise that the people in the rooms next to yours definitely heard. it didn’t even seem possible that it came from the man in front of you, a pained but nevertheless obscene moan, his eyes shut tightly as he clutches onto you. it’s then that you notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans, stretching the fabric there tightly. dean looks flushed, pupils dilated and lips parted. he doesn’t quite look embarrassed, just- in a state of unabashed arousal. heat shoots up your spine and your pussy starts to pulse palpably- both of which you ignore.

“listen to me carefully,” dean swallows. his voice is more gravelly than usual, almost hoarse, and laced with desperation. “i’ve been cursed. i’ve been cursed, and-“ he rubs his hand over his mouth, “and i need to fuck you. now.”

“what?” the curse part of it registers, of course it does, but at that moment the gravity of the situation escapes you - you feel hot, you’re in a tank top and sleep shorts but it’s suddenly really, really warm in the room, with dean crowding all up on you and his proposition- no, plea- lingering in the air. is a person supposed to smell this good covered in blood and dirt? and has his neck always looked like that? like- impossibly thick and- inviting?

his grip on your wrist tightens. “are you- are you okay with that, or- i mean, if i don’t come inside someone in, like, 20 minutes, i’m going to die, but you know i-“ he groans, low and guttural, “i don’t-“

“how do you want me,” you say in lieu of an answer, with maybe more conviction than necessary. dean’s eyes are shut tight, and he’s breathing heavily. “dean. how do you-“ but before you can even finish, he’s lifting the hand that he was holding, pinning it above your head against the door. and god, he’s so close to you, and the sweat- it’s so intense and overwhelming, like an aphrodisiac rising from his body, the smell of him enveloping you from all sides.

“is that a yes?” dean says, body pressed flush against yours now. you feel so heady, and his weight on you, hot and heavy, feels crushingly good- “i need a yes. please. please.” he’s looking right into your eyes, the tips of your noses nearly touching. but though he’s asking, you can feel his hips moving- twitching, almost, like it’s out of his control.

a beat passes and his hips jerk upwards, dragging his cock against your thigh. dean moans, though he stops himself almost immediately, biting down on his lip hard enough that you think it might start bleeding. “fuck- i’m sorry, it’s-“

“dean, stop- yes. god, yes- please,” you interrupt him to answer, tugging at the waist of his jeans with your free hand. he lets go of you briefly to unbuckle his belt. you couldn’t help but stare at his underwear then, at the wet spot on the front of it and the string of something sticky connecting the fabric and tip of his cock as he pulled the garment off.

you feel his cock between your thighs, the head of it so wet that he isn’t worried about chafing. it ruins your shorts, now sticky with dean’s precome, and he buries his face in your neck mouth open- tongue laving over your scent and sweat. he licks his lips- he seems more like himself now.

“should i- um, finger myself, or-“ you start, voice too breathless for your liking. next thing you know, after all this, he’s gonna accuse you of falling in love with him.

“i don’t have any lube- is that-“ he stops abruptly as his hand reaches into your underwear. his fingers swipe over your pussy- soaking through the fabric- and a self-satisfied look washes over his face, “i mean, obviously.” you almost roll your eyes but his lips are crashing against yours for the first time- you’re so painfully aware of everything about it; you want to brand this memory into your mind- the feeling of those lips, that impeccable cupid’s bow, perfect, full, pink, plush-

his lips are parted now, tongue darting into your mouth wickedly, and how he’s managing to do that in a situation like this is beyond you.

then your panties are at your ankles and there’s two fingers in you, thick and skilled- it draws a gasped whine out of you, the sudden stretch of him inside, twisting and curling at all the right spots.

“that’s it, sweetheart, come on- loosen up for me,” he says, almost under his breath. you can feel his impatience, rightfully there. but somehow he doesn’t feel rushed- just desperate, a little sloppy, and maybe even needy. “you’re so fucking wet.”

“dean,” you whimper, squirming under his touch. “dean, just fuck me, come on-“ it’s too soon and you know it, but the begging escapes you anyway- you feel white-hot, and the sensation of his fingers inside you are somehow electrifying, reverberating through your whole body. it’s something about his desperation, the fact that he needs you, needs his cock inside of your cunt-

“this whole thing is bad enough for you, i don’t want to hurt y-“

“and if i want you to?”

his lips quirk up, the first thing closest to a smile you’ve seen since he kicked open that door. “is that how it is?” his fingers start to move faster, your slick by now surely dripping down from the tips of his fingers if the lewd, wet sounds of squelching are anything to go by. “didn’t know that about you.”

you bristle. “there’re lots of things-“

“-i don’t know about you. yeah, alright, princess,” dean finishes for you. “let’s focus on me, now, yeah?”

but you can’t even let that simmer in infuriation because he immediately adds another finger, making it three digits that are readying your cunt for his cock, that are brushing the spot inside you that make your toes curl. it’s not long before dean decides that’s all you were gonna get - he has a deadline to meet, after all.

he pulls his digits out of you, coated in slick. he licks at it a little, just a dart of the tip of his tongue on his skin. god, the cheek, it’s just unbelievable- dean grins, lines his cock up, and-

he bottoms out in one thrust, the stretch hurting for a split second before it dissolves into a tautness in your cunt from being stretched too wide, too fast. you gasp, fingers splayed on the back of his neck. “dean, dean-“ you whimper, “that’s- oh- slow down, slow-“ he’s relentless; after the first thrust in, he sets an impossible rhythm and it’s driving you crazy. the noises falling from your lips are constant, an endless stream of moans and whines, begging for him to have mercy, or perhaps to make you come already.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he sounds wrecked now, “fuck.” and he keeps pounding into you fast, like he’s trying to go even deeper with every single thrust. the grip he has on your waist is bruising, the pain adding to the pleasure of his cock.

“this is,” dean pants, “such a bad time to have incredible stamina.” oh, this is so not the time.

“dean fucking winchester, i’m going to-“

“oh yeah, that’s it, talk dirty to me-“ but this only goads you,

“-put a gag in your fucking mouth!“ your voices overlap and you’re both breathing so heavily; you feel his hips stutter ever so slightly at your words, before he shuts his mouth and returns to his original rhythm.

“oh, you fucking freak,” you whisper, “you wanna be gagged? can’t ever shut your goddamn trap so you need a bit to drool around, isn’t that right?”

dean falters then, but he’s red, so red, so you take it as a good sign. “next time, princess.” you say scathingly, teasingly- the same way he said it to you just earlier. “next time, i’ll shove my panties in that hole of yours, how’s that sound?”

those green eyes are burning into yours, with equal parts desire and anger. he opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again. his mouth opens again, but-

“fuck, dean- you’re bleeding,” you reach your hand up to his face, thumb brushing gently under his nose, smearing his blood over your fingertip.

dean lifts his finger to his philtrum. he stares at the blood for a beat, and that intense look that was in his eye dissipates. “are you on the pill?” he asks you suddenly. it beings you back to reality a little.

“right, you- right.” you swallow. “yeah, it’s fine.” he nods.

“just so you know… i’d like that.” dean looks away, his hips picking up speed again. “or. i’m not opposed to it. i guess.”

oh, this is just precious. “sorry, i’m not following. is this still about the- the gagging, with my-“

“shut up,” he hisses, licking his top lip clean where a drop of blood had reached from his nose.

“ask for it properly,” you say, breathless- because after all, he’s still the one driving into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow - literally. “use your words, dean.”

dean groans. “i- i-“ his thrusts are irregular now, chasing his high, “want you to gag me, shut me up-“ his noises aren’t stopping, now, either, driving you both to the crest. “i’m close, i’m close- fuck-! want- in my mouth-“ he says brokenly, still unable to get all the words out.

“they’re gonna get wet with your spit, dean, and then i’m gonna make you wear them-“ and dean comes right then with a cry, pressing hard up against your ass, cock spurting hot inside of you. your cunt squeezes around him, spasming as you come down from the high.

his face is buried in your neck again, but you don’t need to see his face to feel the embarrassment radiating off of him.

you both start at the same time,

“at least you’re not dead.” “not. a. word.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader smut #dean x reader smut #supernatural x reader #god ive always wanted to describe dean winchester as sloppy needy and desperate #always <- like a couple of days #please dont take this too seriously wahoo

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rainsoughtflowers · 1 year

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*evil laughter in the distance* so you want requests, huh? I got you one.

part two of wavering hatred, short story and I don't remember if reader is fem or gn but I don't mind lol. karma and y/n resume their talk in the cave korosensei pushed his fave couples into. and what yn does is half of a confession, basically just asking him desperately as to why he makes them feel like that. karma is taken aback, doesn't even answer the fucker. so the episode keeps going normally as much as tension can be considered normal and the helping Irina-sensei happens blah blah blah. night falls on the island and yn is very much restless. not able to sleep they go on a walk and as they are walking in the dark hallway they pick up their eyes only to meet karma's surprised ones how romantic. they end up at the beach side by side resolving the tension sweetly with karma not being a teasing asshole for once, or so you'd bc he ends up trying to make up the lost time with a sweet long kiss make out sesh time

don't know if the last one counts as NSFW for you so if it does feel free to skip it obviously. this is the vague image of what I'd like to see but if you deem any changes necessary to suit your style then so be it, you are the writer after all. take your time and if you don't like it I have many more scenarios in store so dw :)

have fun writing!!

baited breaths

tw/cw - kissing lmao, a little bit of cursing.

a/n - hihihihi REALLY sorry this took forever but i was suddenly in a karma akabane mood :D

this work is multiple parts. part one.

it didn’t take long for you to recover from whatever sickness was forced upon you. your slumber had been interrupted by the loud sounds of blades slicing the air, and after groggily opening your eyes and sitting upright you recognized it to belong to a helicopter. your head throbbed due to the sounds and motions, and yet you still found yourself searching among the crowd. scanning for a shade of red still bright inside your mind.

you felt an emotion close to relief when karma akabane emerged, appearing unscathed and wearing his infamous smirk. gold scanned the crowd, and you mentally cursed the skipping of your heart when they rested on you. you pulled at the sheets covering the lower portion of your body, wringing your hands through the fabric to busy yourself as the contact never broke. something unexplainable passed over his features, your mind still foggy with sleep and the fever still burning your skin. but just as quick as the male was there he was disappearing, and your own thoughts drifted when you were handed a supplement supposed to cure you of your illness. you laid down, forced to close your eyes for more hours of slumber.

the next time you saw karma was early afternoon the following day, when you finally awoke feeling much better than before. it appeared most of the students slept past the early hours of the morning, though it was definitely much needed after the event filled night previously experienced.

you found karma on the floor, body leaned back and his arms supporting his weight. his head was lifted towards the sky, eyes closed as his red strands of hair billowed in the wind. he looked so…peaceful. not a trace of mockery or amusement on his features. one would barely be able to tell that the boy was actually the epitome of trickery.

it was almost like he knew you had arrived, eyes fluttering open to rest on your face. a smile curled his lips, and all peace was gone from his expression the moment he tilted his head and spoke.

“were you staring at me?” he teased, your cheeks flaring red in response to his question. because you were, but you'd never admit to such a thing in front of him, especially after the events from the night before. your mind still refused to recall the warmth that lingered on your fingertips and the embarrassing revelation you'd made about your feelings towards your classmate. unfortunately, it hadn't been the poison. you did find yourself attracted to him, as infuriating as his personality was.

you released a huff, sitting down beside him while folding your arms across your chest, “as if! i was just surprised.”

“by how attractive i am?” karma's smile was devilish, and you refused to meet the gold in his eyes as you released another frustrated breath.

“about how deceiving you are. if only all the girls swooning for you knew how horrible your personality actually is.”

everything about karma's hurt expression was fake, “such harsh words coming from someone who is only alive because i saved them.”

“that was a group effort. don’t go taking all the credit.”

“sorry, what was that?" karma cupped a hand over his ear, leaning in closer, "i was recalling how you called me smart and cool while on your deathbed.”

embarrassment flooded its way through your body, “that’s not-!”

your next words were interrupted by koro sensei’s entrance, and you’re forced to simply glare at the teen before giving your attention to your teacher. he was no longer trapped in the little small ball he had secured himself within during your last assassination attempt, back to wearing his tacky floral patterned shirt. the yellow octopus grinned, nerves stirring in your stomach when he spread his tentacles and proudly announced your next class activity.

a test of courage.

nagisa repeated the creature's words, confusion laced within his tone. if even possible, koro sensei’s smile widened, his tentacles reaching up to stretch the limbs, “yes! what better activity for a midsummer night?”

“you just want to have fun.” karma sang, his own smirk widening.

the red head’s accusation resulted in a lecture by your teacher, his voice dripping with irritation as he spoke about the loss of his vacation after being stuck in a ball. you couldn’t help but giggle at the reminder, hiding your laugh behind your hand.

still, his rant seemed to lift the spirits of your peers, talking excitedly among themselves about the upcoming activity and what might occur during it. you weren't sure what to think, hesitant about the idea of possibly encountering ghosts or something so frightening you'd embarrass yourself in front of your classmates. well, embarrass yourself in front of karma. you'd never hear the end of it.

speaking of the male, you found your eyes drifting to his face, trying to gauge his reaction to the proposed activity. of course, just as you expected, karma's eyes were bright with delight, perhaps amused by the prospect of getting to see whatever tricks your teacher decided to pull during the so called test. he was probably also excited to hear the screams that would eventually erupt from everyone's throats.

you glanced away, praying that this test of courage wouldn’t take place where karma would be able to make fun of you.

your stomach twisted itself into knots, and you couldn't differentiate between the nerves you felt entering the dark cave or the butterflies that arrived the moment karma began walking by your side.

of course. you should've known that the moment koro sensei proposed the test of courage, he hadn't intended to see which students were the bravest in the class. he was playing cupid. and for some stupid, horrible, confusing reason, he thought you and karma were a match.

the air in the cave was humid, making your skin feel sticky with sweat the deeper you went. it was also dark, and it didn't help that karma was the only one with a flashlight, forcing you to stick closely by his side. his skin was warm each time it brushed against your own, and you forced yourself to keep your eyes straight ahead to hide the red steadily scorching your cheeks.

it was quiet for the first couple of minutes, the only sounds being the water dripping from spikes in the ceiling and your own steady footsteps. you're surprised, since you had been anticipating karma's teasing remarks about how scared you looked. your eyes kept darting nervously around the enclosed area and your fingers never seemed to stop shaking. but he remained quiet, and one look at his expression showed...nothing. karma akabane appeared impassive.

"you look like you're having fun." you joked, trying to lighten the mood. even if karma was not reminding you of your current state, that was more scary than your endless bickering. you were relieved when karma glanced at you and twitched the corner of his mouth up into a smile.

he shrugged, facing forward once more, "it’s actually boring in here."

"why?"

"no one to watch scream."

you rolled your eyes at his response, "of course you'd say that."

karma glanced at you once more, opening his mouth to say something, but he's interrupted by the flicker of blue fire and the sound of an Okinawa shamisen.

you both turned at the sound, karma passing the flashlight over the walls until finding the source. you jumped, scooting yourself closer to the boy beside you when koro sensei appeared like a ghost from the shadows.

"this is a blood-drenched cave of tragedy...where Ryukyu royalty, defeated in battle, met a violent end." his voice echoed in the cave, his words ringing in your ears even after the light went out and he disappeared.

your fingers curled themselves in the fabric of karma's shirt, nervously glancing around the cave. you knew something scary was supposed to pop up sometime during the ‘test’, but you hadn’t anticipated it being your teacher. and what was with the creepy music and costume? chills traveled down your spine, but you could find no further sign of the yellow octopus. you released a breath, glancing up to meet unsuspecting eyes.

there were no words in the dictionary you could use to describe what you felt in that moment. karma's eyes were clear, almost like water, and they tipped over and spilled gold down your form with each second that passed. as you stared, bathing yourself within the pools, your heartbeat quickened within your chest, the sound so loud within your ears you feared he could hear it. his own expression was hard to place, but you caught the surprise that flickered across it when your noses found themselves only mere inches apart. the butterflies returned, fluttering in your stomach and you swallowed thickly to compose yourself.

"kar-"

"you must stay together."

a scream is released from your throat, your body clinging onto karma's when koro sensei appeared right behind you. but just as quick as your teacher was there he was gone, leaving only the echoes of his voice bouncing off of the walls.

leave it to koro sensei to ruin a perfectly good moment.

you released the breath you’d been holding, registering your current position when you felt karma's muscles tense beneath your hands. hastily you pulled yourself away, refusing to meet his eyes as you grabbed the flashlight he had dropped and began to walk further into the cave.

"we should get out of here." you mumbled quickly, not daring to look back to check if he was following after you. your cheeks burned along with your shame, hating how foolishly you'd clung to his form. how pathetic was that? if karma didn't have an excuse to make fun of you before, he definitely did now. you could already picture the horrible smile on his face and the teasing tone of his voice.

"back then, what were you trying to say?"

your steps faltered, and you quickly turned around in confusion, "what?"

"when you were sick,” karma began, taking one step closer. your eyes followed the movement, before taking in the serious expression on his face, “you said you had something important to tell me."

you recalled the delirious words uttered the previous night, feeling your cheeks warm at the thought. you had been so close to confessing to him. confessing. in all honesty, you had hoped karma would forget about it, but perhaps his thoughtful expressions rooted from that unfinished conversation, "ah, that,” you shook your head, waving off his curiosity, "forget it. it was nothing."

"so you're a coward." karma declared.

you glared at him, hating how you knew he was provoking you for a reaction, and you still fell into his trap, "i'm not a coward."

"really?” the male stepped closer, and his eyes were the definition of mockery when they met your own, “your actions say otherwise."

"god, you are really infuriating,” you laughed, muttering bitterly beneath your breath, “i must be stupid to fall in love with you."

karma suddenly grows quiet, and when the irritation disappeared you finally registered what had been said. your eyes widened, expression mirroring the boy before you.

“oh my god.” you mumbled, putting your hands over your lips, “oh my god. i can’t believe i just said that.” how could you be so stupid? confessing your feelings? and on accident, too? you began pacing, your heart racing within your chest as you tried to think of what to do to salvage the situation. but there was no fixing it. karma knew, and the sight of his frozen state made you even more anxious, “well don’t just stand there, say something!”

but he doesn’t. the red head stays rooted to his spot, the only indication of emotion being his widened eyes and parted lips. you feel the dread stir in your stomach the longer you are forced to listen to the echoes of falling water and koro sensei’s words further down the cave. after several moments of karma’s continued silence you let out a frustrated breath. well, you got your answer then.

this time you really do turn around and walk off, refusing to look back. you would not cry. you would not. and you would not care about the fact that his footsteps never quite reached your ears.

karma probably thought of your infatuation as a joke.

that could be the only explanation for his current actions. as soon as you both emerged from the dark cave and met the eyes of all your classmates he began the teasing, talking about how carelessly you had thrown yourself upon him and the shrill scream you had let out. his words made you fume with anger, glaring at the redhead as he continued without an ounce of shame. why did he have to be such an asshole? where was the boy that was worried about you the night before? you began to laugh at yourself. you really were a fool for liking him.

everyone's attention is quickly diverted, however, when miss irina emerged from the cave with her hands tightened around karasuma's arm. sly, mischievious smiles formed on your classmates faces, and it's almost laughable how quickly they scrambled together to form a plan. you had no choice but to forget about your previous anger and join the scheming when rio pulled you into the small circle formed.

they began by provoking the poor woman into giving them answers, poking fun at her lack of experience and the obvious crush she had on the man. although she denied it at first, she eventually gave in, and you found the averted eyes and dusted cheeks to be cute on her usually pissed off expression. the other students seemed to think so, too, and they eagerly assured the blonde woman that the perfect love stage would be set for the two of them.

koro sensei led the quick debrief of what the plan would be, holding up a small whiteboard and wearing square rimmed glasses. the first part of the plan was to change her outfit, their reasoning being that karasuma wasn't into the revealing clothing she normally wore. yet, even after switching out her clothes for a white frilly dress, somehow she made it appear far more provocative than it actually was.

they tried coming up with the man's ideal type, only to realize that the 'woman' he was interested in was actually a military potential. okuda suggested cooking for him, but it was quickly scratched when karasuma only seemed to eat fast food. dejection quickly crossed over everyone's faces when they realized their stoic teacher was probably the problem and not miss irina’s attitude.

koro sensei was quick to lighten the mood, however, instructing the girls to help miss irina with her appearance and the boys with setting up a romantic dinner. you almost scoffed at the thought, for you couldn't imagine karma being romantic, let alone creating the atmosphere for your dear plan. you quickly turned away and joined the rest of the group when you felt his eyes lingering on your form.

the plan was simple. take up nearly every seat inside the building to force the two teachers outside for dinner. the rest was up to them.

rio and yada do an amazing job forcing karasuma outside when the time came around, bodies splayed across the seats as mischief gleamed in their eyes. they teased the older man, suggesting that he find a place to sit elsewhere despite there being none. when karasuma looked around and spotted every table occupied he sighed, heading towards the door without another word. the moment he left the building you all scrambled up from your seats, finding several hiding spots outside to eavesdrop.

you found yourself behind a bush, staring intently at the scene before you. it really was romantic. the sky was a beautiful painting of purples, reds, oranges and yellows, the waves crashing against the shore creating a beautiful sound. miss irina looked lovely in her new outfit, her face glowing with the golden shades of the sun cast across her skin, and her blue eyes sparkled when karasuma sat down beside her.

for a majority of the dinner it was quiet, the two adults eating at their own respective paces. you began to worry that your plan was a fail, and that your oblivious teacher would fail to realize he had been set up for a date. but just as the setting sun was getting ready to disappear beneath the horizon he spoke, and you all leaned in closer in hopes to hear what was being said.

your ears couldn’t pick up on anything, but you saw miss irina frown, karasuma looking at her with a confused glance. she remained silent for a moment, before she reached up, cut the tie holding her hair together and asked him a question. she received no response, a small smile turning her lips as she got up from her seat and walked over to his own. you released a soft gasp when she picked up the napkin, kissed it, and then pressed it to his lips.

she walked away, glancing back briefly to utter the words in her heart. and then she turned around, and you stared dejectedly at her form getting closer and closer to your hiding spots. that was the end.

you lowered your gaze, tightening your fingers around the fabric of your pants. despite the woman’s bitchy attitude, you admired miss irina. she had been brave, despite her date going no where. you knew what it was like to like someone who would never see you the same way.

you don't join the other students who get up and scold the woman, silently listening from afar to their raised voices and teasing remarks. instead your eyes drifted towards the piercing gold behind a palm tree, catching karma akabane's intense stare. well, at least he had the decency to cease his own teasing. he didn't smile at you, nor could you find a trace of mischief or amusement hidden in the pools of gold. instead the boy appeared to be thinking. over what? how rude his actions had been? the confession you had carelessly uttered?

you got up and walked away. you found that you didn't want to find out.

you couldn't sleep.

no matter how much you tossed and turned to change into a more comfortable position your mind refused to quiet down, annoying you greatly. it had been hours since you and the rest of the students turned in for the night, and hours since you struggled to slip into a dream. you didn’t know what was wrong. maybe it was the nerves prickling your skin, itching and clawing with great intensity. or maybe it was the reoccurring thoughts spinning endlessly in your mind, remaining even after you put on music to drown it out.

when your body refused to sleep yet again you groaned, tearing the blanket away from your body and slipping on your shoes. if you couldn't sleep, then you'd walk. maybe the exhaustion would finally let you rest.

you wandered quietly through the dark hallways, watching the shadows dance across the walls and the pale moonlight slipping through the windowpanes. it remained utterly quiet during the time of night, though you could hear the faint sound of crashing waves and billowing trees. it was calming, and you found yourself turning a corner to slip outside to the beach.

your movements faltered when you almost ran into another body, stepping back with surprise. who was also awake during the middle of the night? you squinted through the dark, trying to decipher the facial features and the frame of their body. your heart dropped to your stomach when you recognized the apple red hair and intense golden eyes.

you avoided the boy’s gaze, brushing past him without another word. you weren’t in the mood to talk, especially to him. you just wanted peace and quiet. a moment to think. you were so adamant about your decision that the only reason you paused was when he spoke up, voice carrying quietly through the night.

"gonna ignore me? i thought you were in love with me or something."

karma’s words strike an anger in your body so intense you couldn’t help but turn around and yell at him, not caring that frustrated tears gathered in the corner’s of your eyes, "you're a jerk, you know that?”

you released an aggravated breath, quickly turning back around to rush outside. why did he have to be so confusing? one moment he’s kind, taking care of you while on the brink of death. and then the next? it’s like karma completely disregarded his previous actions, returning to his annoying, old self. had you imagined that night? the careful way he had led you to your bed and the ghost of his fingers holding onto your own? and you, why did you still like him, teasing and all?

you plopped down onto the sand, bringing your knees to your chest as you set your gaze onto the waves pushing and pulling against the shore. you ignored the footsteps that trickled behind you, pausing just behind your figure. you refused to look. you refused to play his game. you thought you were making that clear, but karma just can’t seem to leave you alone, huh?

“why did you follow me?” you muttered. why do any of this?

“what you said in the cave, it must be true then?” karma asked from behind you. you couldn’t see his face, but you thought you heard the slightest hint of genuinity laced in his tone.

you looked back, annoyed, “of course it’s true! you think i would lie about that?”

“i know it’s hard to resist me,” karma smirked, head tilted. you hated how cute he looked by the catlike actions, and how the faltering of his smile and furrowed brows made your breath catch in your throat, “but why?”

why did you like karma? he was arrogant, annoying, and most of all horrible. he may be attractive, but that didn’t make up for the hundreds of times he aggravated you beyond belief. in reality, you shouldn’t.

and yet, there was that other part of him, the one that he rarely ever showed. the vulnerable side of karma akabane that he only seemed to reveal with you.

you glanced down, threading your fingers through the sand and watching the grains slip through your fingers. you took a moment to breathe deeply and formulate the correct words, “you…you’re kind, even if you don’t want to admit to it. you helped me when i was sick and you let me stick close to you in the test of courage. and yeah you’re also a jackass but…i guess i like that, too.”

karma doesn’t speak behind you, and something prompts you to turn around and look at him. the sight surprised you, for karma’s ears are red. really red.

“are you blushing?” you asked, a hint of a smile tracing your lips. it widened when karma’s face grows the same color as the tip of his ears.

“i’m not!” he defended, glaring at you. the sight made you laugh. you never knew karma could get so embarrassed.

“yes you are!” you insisted, unable to help yourself with the thought that ghosted near the surface of your mind, “oh my god. don’t tell me you have a crush on me, too.”

“and if i did?”

karma refused to look at you, gold pinned to the ground as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. he was fidgeting, face growing redder by the minute, and suddenly it began to make sense.

“oh.” you mumbled quietly, heart racing within your chest at the realization.

he took a seat beside you, continuing to glare at the sand by his feet. you waited, patiently, for the male to form whatever words he needed onto the tip of his tongue, “i tease you because i like you.”

you blinked, letting the words sink in. it made sense in a way. karma was definitely the type to torment the person he had feelings for. you found yourself scooting closer to his body, “why didn’t you just say so in the beginning?”

he released a huff, “it’s embarrassing.”

“embarrassing to like me?”

“to admit to it,” you saw his fingers dig into the sand, his glare growing more intense, “i’m not good at feelings.”

you continued to stare at him, fondness flickering like a flame within your chest. karma liked you. he liked you. and even though he was embarrassed beyond belief, he was telling you anyways.

you grinned, getting up and throwing your arms around the male. he released a grunt at the sudden weight of your body on his own, his face turning red once more as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his shoulder, “who knew you could be so cute, karma!”

“shut up.” he mumbled quietly, averting his gaze. but you felt a hand come up and return your embrace, light and hesitant resting on your back.

you squeezed tighter, taking in the warmth of his body and the sweet scent of strawberries lingering on his skin. the whole moment felt surreal, and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself now that you knew the red head’s true feelings.

you pulled away slowly, drinking in the rich gold of his eyes and the pale moonlight glowing upon his face. he was beautiful. and karma, he stared at you with such raw emotion you felt your breath get taken away with the breeze that passed through the night. his eyes flickered down, resting on your lips, and you smiled when his embarrassment told you everything he had thought upon making contact.

well, if karma was too shy to kiss you, you supposed you’d have to do it yourself.

the boy didn’t have time to react when your fingers rested on his cheek and you leaned forward, pressing your lips gently against his own. you felt the way karma’s whole body tensed, surprised, before he eased into the motion of your mouth on his. a small laugh broke through at his initial shock, pulling back slightly to let the sound break through. only, it was your turn to be surprised when he leaned forward and returned the affection with newfound eagerness.

you found that you could’ve kissed karma all night, relishing in the way his fingers wove themselves through your hair and the clumsy motion of his lips as they searched for your own. you weren’t surprised by his inexperience, it was your first kiss as well, but despite the uncertainty it was easy to find a steady rhythm you both liked. your own hands rested on the back of his neck, soothing the skin there and teasing the ends of his hair. karma seemed to like the ministrations when he released a pleased hum, the sound tickling your skin. yes, you could’ve kissed him forever under the delicate light of the moon and the dance of waves across the shore. you could’ve stayed in that moment for eternity, holding your breath for just one more second of his touch.

menu. strawberry rhubarb meringue tartlets..

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cool-cowboy · 3 months

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Dream Come True

Tags:

Dubious consent, Somnophilia, Drunk sex, masturbation, grinding, non-penetrative sex, clothed sex, overstimulation, Dirty talk, pining, obsession, Roommates, Vaginal sex, creampie

Summary:

In which Leon is a little obsessed with his roommate (You) and gets interrupted mid... selfcare time by a wasted you, who promptly falls asleep in his bed, looking way too good for him to resist.

Questionable at first, but you're into it, so it's fine. Young Leon, before Re2, in his police academy days, something like that. Anyways, Enjoy!

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Leon.S.Kennedy She’s gone, for now, off to see her friends, spending the night getting wasted and slutting it up with them. I mind it more than I should, the thought of her with another guy, doing the things I’ve been wanting to do with her since the day we met. It wasn’t all that bad, at first, just a crush. I’ve never lived with a woman before, let alone one as perfect as her. We’re not close, just comfortable, not friendly enough to hang out outside our room, something I’ve tried to change, get whatever guys who look at her while she’s out thinking she’s taken.

I close my textbook, finding it a little too hard to focus, thinking too much about her, well aware she doesn’t think of me. It’s unhealthy, I’m well aware my attachment to her runs deeper than simple lust, it’s a craving, some kinda disgusting need that needs met, so I meet it, time and time again, jerking my dick to the thought of her, half the time in her bed, a pair of her cute panties pressed to my face. I’ve gotten sloppy, comfortable in my actions, not having been caught so far, unwilling to try anything to properly satisfy the yearning I have for her.

I get up, picking up my little glass, some mixed drink she made for me, said she didn’t want to pregame alone. It’s gross, bitter with alcohol, but I like it, a little piece of her, something nice she did for me. I stand between our beds, debating, unsure if I should give myself the satisfaction of the smell of her on her sheets, well aware I’m headed down a severely questionable path. I do it anyways, never one to refuse myself when can get something good, never had enough to get used to it. Maybe that’s why I like her so damn much, she’s good, pretty and nice, soft and sweet, perfect.

She washed her hair last night, the scent of her shampoo heavy on her pillow, my face pressed into it to breath it in. I’m laid out on my stomach, letting her smell settle on my skin, feeling slack with the reminder of her. My dick’s filling out already, pressing uncomfortably into the bed, her bed, my face buried in her pillow, breathing her in and sighing her out, the heat over my body familiar, pathetic, but I can’t help it, she does something to me I find downright unexplainable, ruined me, a perfectly normal and ordinary man, turned me into a needy dog.

“Shit…” I let my hands go up under the pillow, bringing a knee up to parallel with my hip so I can rut into the mattress, getting a little relief from the raging erection bothering me. It hurts, how much I want her, how close she is without giving it to me, but I can be patient, wait for the moment she gives in, lets me have her. I let out a low groan, taking a deep breath of her, pressing my hips harder into the bed, reaching one hand down to let my dick out, leaving my shorts mostly on, always wary of her returning, seeing me doing something so terrible. She’d be disgusted, if she knew, but she won’t, even after she’s mine, she doesn’t have to know, no harm done if I’m the only one who knows any better.

It’s not enough, not anymore, my need for her too strong for this to be good enough, but I don’t really have a choice, reaching down to wrap a hand around my aching dick, leaking onto her sheets, which are thankfully white, allowing me to not be too worried about the mess as I thrust into my hand, inhaling her smell, pretending it’s her below me, begging for it, clenching around me and moaning and loving it.

“Nnh- Fuck-!” I’m being loud, whining, muffling my noises with her pillow, keeping myself as quiet as possible, feeling so damn good inside her, making her feel good. I’m nearly there, ready to empty inside, fucking into my fist and drooling on her pillow, not worried about the mess just yet, lost in what her presence offers me, an almost painful pleasure, working me up in a way I never imagined before her. “Shit, oh god-ah- fuck-Nnh-”

“See you!” She’s at the door, unlocking it, prompting me to yank my shorts up and scramble across the floor to my own bed, forgetting to turn the pillow over before I do, choosing to leave it to have time to pull my blanket over my lap, feverishly grabbing my phone and trying like hell to calm down my breathing, not very believable, I’m sure I look a mess, flushed face and messy hair, my hand wiping drool from my chin when she comes in, wasted, smiling wide when she sees me, stumbling over in her slutty little skirt, giving me half an idea to bend her over her bed and finish what she interrupted.

“Hey, Le!” Le, a name only she calls me, a nickname I like, only when it’s her saying it. She comes over, seating herself on my bed, her hip pressing into my knee, the twin mattress not nearly big enough.

“Have fun?” She nods, a dopey smile on her face giving me a fleeting, disgusting thought of how easy it would be to take what I want right now. She pats my knee, letting her hand rest there, no idea how close she is to my aching erection, the contact making me flinch, not that she notices, she’s completely out of it, swaying where she sits, her eyes barely open.

“Yeah, tired now… Was helping Trish… She wanted this horrible guy so I had to be… wing woman thing.” She waves her hand dismissively, slumping forward over her lap, laying her face into my pillow. She’s never done this before, went out of her way to be close to me, sat in my bed, other than times where it’s casual, playing a card game, something like that.

“Are you sleeping?” She groans, stretching her legs out, facing away from me, her skirt hiked, giving me an insanely enticing view of her panties, thong nestled between her perfect ass, her pussy hidden beneath a scrap of black fabric, nearly begging me to press inside, fill her up and make her full of me.

“Get out ‘f my bed.” She curls up, top knee tucked up, bottom leg straight, her chin tucked down, back curved a little, looking impossibly sexy.

“This is my bed.” She doesn’t move, just lets out a cute little “Oh”, snuggling herself into my pillow, her skirt pressing a little higher as she shifts around, getting comfortable, making it nearly impossible for me to keep from holding her down and giving her the cum I was about to soak her sheets with. She falls asleep quickly, her breathing deepening and evening out, my dick painfully hard, edged then ignored. I’m not sure what to do, if she’ll freak waking up beside me, if she’s pliable enough to let me fuck her and blame it on the alcohol in the morning.

I lay down, just behind her, draping my blanket over her, just her legs, keeping her pretty panties and ass on display for me, just looking at her, enjoying the sight, her comfort with me, sleeping beside me. She’s a heavy sleeper, I know that, I’ve gotten a little loud a bunch of times while she’s been out and she’s never stirred, even when she’s not heavy with alcohol. I push my shorts down, ignoring the disgust bubbling in my stomach, wrapping my hand around my dick, running it up and down, slow, not wanting to waste this gorgeous opportunity, cum too quick and ruin it.

She moves, shifting her ass back half an inch, head of my dick nestled between her cheeks, an inch away from her hole. I take that as an invitation, a sign her body wants me just as much as I want her, just staying there, running my hand over my dick, choking down the groan that tries to escape when pre drips out of me onto her underwear, smeared into the fabric. She hasn’t moved, made any sign she wants me to stop, or that she’ll wake, so I take it a little further, slotting myself up the center of her ass, getting a good look, my hips moving almost all on their own, grinding the length of me up her ass, making me hiss, the elbow over my mouth not doing much to keep me quiet. I’m dripping, drooling into the crook of my arm, grinding myself into her, hoping to god she doesn’t wake up, halfway wishing she would, let me see her pretty face, her confused expression.

“Fuck-Nnh-” I pull back, gripping the base of my dick, tapping it against her panties, the spot covering her hole, this whole thing making my head fuzzy, the heat unbearable, shame and guilt building and making the satisfaction sickening, but I don’t have it in me to stop, deny myself anything good, something to calm down whatever sickness is inside me. I slide the head along the crotch of her panties, pausing when she pushes back, pressure on her clit making her flinch, though she’s still asleep, her breath even, her ribs heaving with deep breaths. Her warmth is too inviting, her pussy hot against me, my dick red and slick, begging for release, so eager to push her panties to the side and sink inside, take what I want.

I don’t, just reach over her, dragging her top leg down gently, pausing when she moves, waiting until her breathing goes even to finish, giving myself a couple inches of her thighs pressed together, my dick seated between them, searing hot and painful. I thrust gently, wary to wake her, be caught going this far, sliding my dick against her sweet pussy, giving myself some of the tightness my body’s after by fucking between her thighs, the feeling foreign, her skin much softer and plush than mine, the pleasure unlike anything I’ve experiences before now, the noises I’m letting out barley contained, loud and muffled, my brain hazy, too busy to care much about consequences.

I’m taking it too far, a hand on her hip pulling her back into me, my pace a little quicker than I intended, but she still doesn’t mind, just takes it, her thighs squeezing me, my dick dragging on her clit working her up, even if she’s not conscious for it. I decide to move her panties, just sliding them to the side, my hand shaking as I grip my dick, rubbing it up her slit, spreading the slick there up to her clit, rubbing it with the head of my dick, a choked moan sobbed into my arm when she shakes, nearly cumming from my dick, her thighs trembling and twitching, all raw reaction, nothing fake, just her, and me, giving her what she deserves, letting her feel me in the way she’s supposed to, hoping this isn’t the last time.

I press my head back between her thighs, now sliding easily between, her wetness making it easy, her heat more intense with nothing between us. I’m sure to slide my head along her clit with each thrust, loving her shaking for me, trembling, holding her thighs tight for me, giving me what I’ve been wanting, handing it over on a silver fucking platter. I’m moving faster, light paps of skin on skin filling the room, along with my frantic, heavy breathing, my body searing hot, painfully turned on, my face pressing to the back of her hair, the faint smell of her shampoo making me keen, high and needy, her body shifting, squirming, alarming me, the fear and arousal nearly making me cum right then.

“Le..?” I groan, I can’t help it, her voice is so pretty, and I’ve already been caught, so I might as well keep going, fucking between her thighs, feeling her shake for me, her body tense, nearly there.

“Yeah, ‘s me, just-ah- fuck-! Just- let me finish. I’ll make-Nhh- you finish, ‘s okay…” I’m panting, drooling into her hair, moaning too damn loud when she squeezes her thighs, purposeful, giving me permission, the permission I’ve been dying for, free reign over her perfect body, a willingness I never thought I had the chance of getting.

Reader “Feels good…” He’s fucking my thighs, why I don’t know, but it feels good, woke me up with shaking legs, his dick big and hot against me, the feeling nice, even if it is unexpected and probably kind of illegal.

“Yeah? Shit- Good, that’s so good-hah- You feel so good, warm, so fucking-Nnh-! Pretty-” He has his face buried in my hair, rutting against me, pulling my hips back into his, moaning in a whiny, needy way, his big hand shaky against me. “Wanted you so bad-fuck- can’t believe you- you let me, let me-ah- fuck your pretty thighs. Gonna make you cum, wanna be-Nnh- good, wanna-hah- fuckin’ shit-” He’s losing it, my thighs too tight around him, muscles squeezing tight as my orgasm nears, his thrusts losing their rhythm, his breaths panted into my hair. “Shit, you’re so-ngh- so close, go ahead, please, push this pretty ass back and help me, fuck yourself until you cum. Fuck-! There, so good, can’t-ah-fucking believe it, shit, shit-!” I’m cumming, letting him grind roughly into me, stretching out my orgasm, my low moan drowned out by his loud, whiny moans, all muffled by my hair.

“Le- Stop-” I push against him, but he doesn’t stop, keeps up the harsh pressure on my clit, forcing me through it, not giving me a second of calm before sending me toward another high, the pleasure fuzzy and painful, a new wave of slick wetting his dick and letting him slide easier, keep himself buried between my thighs. “No- shit- no more-!” He groans, his hand slipping around to grip the back of my thigh, lifting it up so my knee faces the ceiling, keeping me from restraining his movement, his other hand holding his dick against me, helping him rut into my clit, my next orgasm coming quick, nearly there already, pain mixing with pleasure in my hazy brain, my dazed moan returned by and eager one.

“Yes, one more time, you sound so pretty. Can’t let you get away with just one, ‘s not good enough, want you to fucking soak my sheets, leave me something to get off to… Shit, just a little more, I know, fuckin’ hurts, yeah?” I’m whining, curling in on myself, mind giving into the sensation, overworked body shying away from the pressure. “Hurts so fucking good, you’re shaking so bad, look so good letting me do what I want, letting me give you more than you can fucking take- ‘s better than I imagined, you’re the perfect- you’re perfect- so pretty- shit, you’re cumming, come on, soak me, yes, yes- My god…” I’m convulsing, his grip on my leg slipping before he rights it, my face pressed into his pillow to keep me quiet, the dull pleasure clouding my mind, making me soft, his fingers working me through it, bringing me back down.

“Leon… Le..? What’re..?” He’s turned me over, is looming over me, looking pained, pensive, his dick red and leaky, hanging heavy a couple inches away from my aching clit. He’s shadowed, looking a little sinister in the dull light of our room, but more hot, large and imposing, scary, somehow enjoyably so.

“Let me fuck you.” My brows draw together, unsure, not exactly opposed, but a little wary of him, since he apparently thought it was fine to use me while I slept. He seems off, less of the usual Leon, a more serious version, his expression hard and determined, but also almost desperate. I usually would have zero problem, he’s handsome, of course, and if he would’ve made a move under normal circumstances I’d be happy to oblige.

“Okay.” He groans, leaning down over me and kissing me, a little harsher than I’m used to, moaning against my lips and prodding against my entrance. This is disgusting, but he’s good at it, has me whining and out of it, something I’ve never had before, the only drawback being his apparent inability to ask, which he’s trying to mend, giving me a questioning look with his head pressed to my hole, sinking slowly inside once I nod, his head lolled back in some form of ecstasy, a low, shaky groan passing his lips. “Jesus, big-” I squirm, but he holds me to him with a grip on my hip, keeping himself seated inside, kissing me and moaning and shaking. He pulls out, all the way, staring down as he nudges his way back inside, the stretch a little much, but not painful, the pain coming when he presses a thumb to my clit, not moving it, just letting me get friction from him pulling my hips to meet languid thrusts.

“No-! Hey-nnh-! Stop! Le-” He ignores me, leaning over me a little and releasing my hip, resting his hand on my lower stomach instead, putting pressure there, the angle and force letting him hit the spot he was going for, my light pleased noise earning me a satisfied groan, his head hanging, his pace quickening, hips slamming into my thighs, thumb working on my clit making me clench around him.

“Ah- Feels so good- so-Nnh- pretty-! Gonna cum inside-fuck- inside-ah- shit-! You’re gonna-hah- gonna cum again. Squeeze-nnh- squeeze me-” I’m whining, my muscles painfully tight, his rough fingers harsh on my clit, my brain hazy with pleasure, his face above mine, my knees pressed nearly to my chest. “Want to- you to-ah- be mine-nnh- Wanna fuck- you and make you feel good every-hah-day. C’mon, cum for-nnh- me, one more time, god you’re fucked- all fucked- out from my dick, shit-!” I’m squeezing him, my orgasm nothing but the relaxation of tight muscles, the feeling of his dick twitching inside drawing a low moan out of me. “There you go, so-tight-! So good, perfect, so fucking-ah- pretty-!” He slumps over me, filling me up, warmth flooding my insides a pleasant feeling, the pleasure settled over me like a blanket, fuzzy and full-body. “Shit, milking me- fuckin’ squeezing the life out of me, so damn good…” He doesn’t pull out, just stays slumped over, me, unmoving, until I press a hand to his shoulder, making a displeased noise and refusing to get out of me. “Not yet.” I can feel his release leaking out of me, staining his sheets, but he does’t mind just breathes against me for a few more seconds before pullin back, sitting back on his haunches and staring at me while I sit up, messy and mostly dressed, clothes and hair out of place.

“You’re sick, huh?”

#leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #rookie leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #somno fantasy #smut

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quiverwingquack · 1 year

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the best day of his life

Drake wakes up in the hospital with Launchpad by his side.

((AO3 link in reblogs!))

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“I’m sure he’ll wake up soon. He’s really tough.”

Waking up to the sound of Launchpad’s voice is something Drake will probably never get used to, no matter how long they’ve been partners. He’s here, at Drake’s side, rather than spending time with his hundreds of friends, or with his family in Duckburg, or across the globe on some once-in-a-lifetime adventure. He chose to be with Drake when he wasn’t even awake.

Drake has never been anyone’s first choice until he met LP, and now he’s first every time.

“Visiting hours end at six,” a quiet, unfamiliar voice responds. “But I can keep the head nurse busy to buy you a little more time.”

“Thank you,” LP responds. “I appreciate it. And I’m sure he will too.”

Then, the sound of a door closing, and the sounds in the room give way to a quiet, rhythmic beeping. Nurse, monitors, unexplained unconsciousness? Definitely a Darkwing-related hospital trip. And Launchpad always worries when he’s in the hospital.

Time to wake himself up from this painkiller(and probably pain itself) induced daze.

Drake wills himself to open his eyes, carefully cracking them open to adjust to the sharp lights overhead. His head is propped up on an extra pillow, like he always asks for. Launchpad must’ve asked for one for him… and speaking of, Drake turns his head to the side, and there he is.

Launchpad is sitting beside him, reaching up to brush the feathers away from his eyes as he wakes. His red hair is ruffled and his hat askew, and his clothes are wrinkled and unwashed. He’s definitely been putting off going home to be here for Drake. Despite everything, from the pain in his bones to the dirt all over LP’s jacket, when their eyes meet, Drake feels comfortable.

“You look like shit.” A smile blossoms across his beak.

“You’re the one in the hospital bed,” Launchpad laughs, a soft and beautiful sound. A smile burns up the worry in the pilot’s gentle gaze, and his hand moves to cradle Drake’s cheek briefly. “You were starting to worry me, sleeping beauty.”

Drake laughs too, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest and the blush on his cheeks. “I always get back up, don’t I?”

“Yeah, you do.” LP sits back a bit, withdrawing his hand. His other one squeezes Drake’s, and he’s suddenly aware they’ve been holding hands this whole time. Drake briefly wonders how long he’s been out, and how long his partner’s spent at his side.

“I just—you were in such bad shape. They said you broke two ribs and your leg, but… I guess you just looked worse than you are.”

“Aw, LP, I’ll be alright! I feel fine.”

“Are you sure?” He’s suddenly wearing That Face again. That creased brow and troubled frown that betray the stress and doubts Launchpad never wants to admit to. The face that tells Drake what he can’t bring himself to say.

“Okay, I feel a little sore, but I’m fine! I promise.” Drake reaches over with his other hand, clasping LP’s in between both of his. “I would tell you if I wasn’t. And if anything changes I’ll tell you right when it does.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

There’s a short silence, then. A deep breath and reflective pause, time enough for Drake to take stock of how he actually is doing. His right leg is stiff and straight, a dull pain beneath the cast, and his chest feels like a fire about to go out. Still burning, but fading—probably thanks to a hefty dose of painkillers—and soon to burn itself out entirely.

Considering he’s been in the hospital for who knows how long, that’s not bad! Or, rather, not bad for Darkwing Duck, anyway. Drake’s life is so far from normal now he’s forgotten what injures regular people can actually handle.

He’s going to be just fine, but Launchpad… there’s so much care and concern in his expression, so much anxiety driven by affection. And Drake never knows how to fix it. Every time he ends up injured, whether it’s burning himself while baking or getting his ass kicked on patrol, LP looks at him like he’s scared the sky might start falling. “I’m sorry” and “it’s not a big deal” and “you don’t have to worry about me” all worked out about the same amount. Which was none.

No matter what he says, no matter how he handles it, Launchpad will always be scared of losing him. And Drake understands why, after seeing LP crash dozens of planes despite him always emerging from the wreckage with a grin. It’s hard knowing that one day they might not walk away from something they do every day.

Another deep breath.

“Hey, LP?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Drake’s heart suddenly decides not to do its job, skipping beats as he speaks. “You know that, right? And—and I’m always going to come back to you.”

“I—I love you too,” Launchpad replies breathlessly. Drake wonders if he too feels like the air in his lungs was suddenly spirited away. But then LP laughs, and all the tension is replaced with adoration.

“I love you!” Drake says again. There was a weight holding his heart down before, like barbells and barbed wire replaced his binder around his chest. But looking at LP’s lopsided, messy grin, a smile so bright it lights up every room, it feels like that weight has floated away on the wind like a million floating lanterns. “I love you so much. I promise I’m gonna be okay.”

“I love you too! I love you so much!” LP’s hand moves to cradle his cheek again, his touch so tender Drake feels like he might melt. His cheeks are on fire with a bright red blush, just as Launchpad’s are as he leans in.

When their beaks touch, it’s like a fireworks show. Beautiful and bright and loud, a thousand sparks in the air. Drake feels like he’s flying, like they’ve just fought a hundred villains together and come out on top. This is everything.

Drake is kissing Launchpad, and it’s the best day of his life.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #drakepad #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #mine!#jay’s fics #first fic in almost a year. i feel very good!

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thinplacesradio · 6 months

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a field of white, three-bladed wind turbines at night, seen through a car's windshield. deep blue sky. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:

[021] THE BALANCE. A CALLER FEELS WISTFUL. THE HOST WATCHES WINDMILLS.

listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:

[static, radio tuning]

[Traveling Sales Rep: Don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right back, after these short messages.] [static, radio tuning]

[click]

Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,

and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.

[Thin Places theme]

I’m coming to you awed from my studio, which is what I like to call this silent, endless field of windmills I’ve found myself at the foot of. I am smaller even than the dot at the center of the blades. Every second, they blink red, then go dark again. Red. Black. Red. Black. There. It’s like they’re all breathing together, or all looking out for something, a hundred eyes opening in unison.

Something is beginning to spin them off in the distance, coming this way. I don’t feel a breeze. The night air is still and empty. But something has them shuddering and turning, faster and faster, moving through the herd like a swarm of biting flies.

So… what is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you’ve got going on in your life - feelings, omens, premonitions, hauntings.

Are you getting help from the other side?

Are you looking for something small?

Are you seeing someone across the street that no one else can see?

When the veil between worlds is thin, we get closer than ever to the strange and the unexplained - but also to each other. Call in, get it off your chest. Lines are open.

[click] [voicemail:]

I am feeling particularly wistful this evening, and wondering if time itself has lost its balance. Maybe, just maybe, there is something out there - smaller than we think it is.

[click]

You’ve got me wistful over here, too, caller – next door to you in the neighborhood of the cosmos.

I don’t think time has a balance – or, if she does, not one that I will ever understand.

[steel guitar - eerie, curious music begins]

There is no real moment where the hourglass is balanced. A grain of sand doesn’t suspend itself in midair. The next one is always falling behind it. We never have the present moment. And yet, the present moment is all we ever have.

Time doesn’t need to hold steady. She passes. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes relentlessly, but she never pauses, not once. There is life to live. There is rot to progress. There is hair to gray and water to flow and billboards to peel and bleach white. Even if you lose track of her, she never loses track of you. Well. Of most of us.

We’re all one of those little grains of sand, caller. Everything big is made up of something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. The windmill field is each windmill, and each blade, and each atom of metal, and each person who welded it together in the factory, who loaded its parts onto the train that would bring it across the country to this place, who worked the machinery to piece it all together. And each of those people is every moment they’ve ever been through, and every person they’ve ever loved, and every mistake they’ve ever made, and every bright thing that’s captured their interest or their ire.

Am I making any sense, listeners? Maybe not. I’ll try again. The big things are hard to touch. We let them pass through us and then remember how it felt. We keep the big things in the small things, because the small things are what we have. But that’s good. That makes them easier to hold on to.

I’m here. So are you. All the impossible things exist anyway. And thank God for that.

[click]

[a swarm of creatures]

[click]

The windmill above me is creaking to life. There’s still no wind, but I can feel something moving, trying to settle around me. The red lights are flashing quicker, now, uneven. There’s a pattern to them that I can’t understand. I think they’re speaking, in whatever way they can, but they aren’t speaking to me. The invisible swarm passes right by me, and around me, but it doesn’t settle – except for the brush of one small animal-insect-something that does not have a taxonomy that lands on the back of my hand, for just a second. I feel chitin or scales or feathers or fur. And then it’s gone, and everything, including the windmills, is still again.

[click]

Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do. As always, our number is 717.382.8093. That’s 717.382.8093. Until next time. I’ll be here.

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#episodes #021 #the balance #bugs #swarm #time #thin places radio #tpr #caller: kent #surreal #liminal #sorry to post this so late i (KO) am on my couch still wearing my david byrne big suit halloween costume #happy one year anniversary to tpr! by the way!#ok that's all. love you guys

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2023 in Review, part 4: Teen baby sitters

My teens got an unexpected addition late in the year with the arrival of Remco Babysitters Club "Kristy." She was in an eBay lot with unhelpful photos and limited description, but between the two dolls in it, at least one was definitely on my wish list as something, and the price with free shipping was great.

Doing a body comparison with the two 10-inch girls reveals a lot of similarity. Lacy (Totsy) has bendier legs due to their internal wire, while Kristy (Remco) has regular click legs that don't click very well any more. Lacy has a more developed chest. Kristy's arms are set more "outward." These bodies are so similar, though, that I now wonder if Lacey is not a Skipper clone (since she's neither anime-eyed nor tall), but a Babysitters Club clone. The timing on mold stamps is plausible.

A quick Googling for Babysitters Club dolls isn't showing me a short-haired blonde, but cloning is sometimes more of the concept than of the specifics. Lacey would have been compatible with them and able to wear most clothing.

The addition of Kristy does raise the question of how much height equals age. Babysitters Club gals were canonically in junior high, so 14 at the absolute oldest. I've been treating Lacey as about 16, and thus old enough to date canonically 16-year-old Teen Skipper.

From the faces, Kristy is significantly younger than Lacey, Honestly, Lacey's proportions look to me like she's the younger sister of a 14-inch adult, not a 12-inch adult. However, 14-inch is a size that doesn't interest me, so Kristy just hit her growth spurt, while Lacey is naturally petite.

Kristy is too young to be a rival in Lacey and Skipper's romance.

Kristy makes a reasonable sister for Creata "Today's Girls" Hillary, though Hillary's head is larger than Kristy's, and her expression looks more mature.

The parentage of Kid Kore Baby Allison remains unknown, though she now is very well-supplied with sitters! Acquiring Baby Allison was one of those weird unexplained urges that hits a doll collector occasionally. If I were Mom, I'd soon have two of each Kid Kore baby, plus representatives from multiple other brands. However, I bought my favorite baby first, so there's no need for more. The only other baby that tempts me is the Totsy Native American baby, as that one also has hip and shoulder joints.

Over the long haul, if I keep Kristy, that skintone mismatch between head and body, plus the worsening condition of her legs, makes it likely I'd find a better articulated body for her. I'm not sure how well she fits into the community, but every time I question buying her, I notice she has amazing hair (much better quality than the usual 1990s fiber) and a sweet, if someone vacant, face.

#dolls #dollblr #fashion dolls #teen skipper #totsy #remco #babysitters club #kid kore #kid kore allison

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I was re-reading Love in Vain by matty_macgregor on ao3 just now and this passage got me thinking about Venti and how he's written in this fic and how I absolutely adore it.

1 thing before we start, yes we are going to look over the fact that this whole fukkin ESSAY came from a 10k pwp

"“Interesting,” he murmured. “Our anemo archon truly isn’t as the Church makes him out to be.”

“Are you surprised, Master Diluc?” Venti asked, breathless.

“No. Nowhere in canon did I ever hear that Barbatos is a drunkard, a lecher, or that he likes being roughened up.” Diluc cocked his head as he moved–there was something hard poking at him. “Or that he gets hard by being thrown to the ground.”

Venti grinned then, all easy grace and smug amusement, as if he weren’t pinned down on the ground by a man twice his size. The arrogance in the tilt of his chin made Diluc want to strangle him. “Nowhere in your family history does it say that a Ragnvindr likes to sit on a hard cock, but here we are.” His eyes crinkled as his smile widened. “You’re not so different from your ancestors, Master Diluc. All the same pretty face, all the same fiery passion. All the same devotion and eagerness to service your archon.”"

I don't know how to explain it but one thing I adore in fanfiction is exploring traits about characters that aren't well focused on in canon. Say there's a throwaway line about an event or an unexplained design detail. I love to think and read about those.

Here, it's Venti's archonhood.

I just love to think about who he is when he's not Venti the "Tone-Deaf" Bard. I want to see him as Barbatos.

And Love in Vain does that really well. In this Venti is still cheery, yes, but he's a lot more realistic with it. He is proud and arrogant and confident about it, he is mature and mostly serious. He's being himself and not amping it up for appearances. To me, Venti seems very over the top in game, idk if it's just bc it's a game and he has to be to get the point across or its the voice acting or whatbut it seems forced.

This is the most realistic I've ever heard or seen venti written.

Diluc knows this isn't just some guy, he knows how dangerous Venti is and that he is far more powerful than Diluc is and they both know it. He says it himself

Diluc wasn’t a mean lover. He would never, ever hurt anyone. If Venti had been simply what he projected to be, a childish, slightly dumb bard too short to be considered an adult, he wouldn’t have been rough. But this wasn’t a simple bard. This man was Barbatos , the anemo archon, a being of incomprehensible age and power.

And even as he lied there and allowed his mouth to be devoured and his hair to be tugged and his arms to be pinned down, Diluc felt that power humming just below his skin. Anemo swirled around them, just enough to make itself known. Diluc sensed it the same way he sensed his own pyro powers when he called them forth. It was there, lingering under the surface. He knew Venti could turn the gentle breeze into a gale that would send his body crashing into the nearest tree. Venti could steal the air from his lungs, could kill him with a tiny flick of his little finger.

Honestly idk what point to make at the end here other than that I fucking adore it when Venti is treated like the ageless, proud and wise god alongside his cheery mask and somewhat lethal alcoholism and that you should go read this fic.

Love in Vain by matty_macgregor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36708391

#Venti #diluc ragnvindr #diluven #venluc #genshin venti #genshin diluc #fanfic #character study #feenie rambles #i wrote this 🍃#its 6am

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stcries · 1 year

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10 facts about my characters, accepting !

@allnostalgic wrote: 10 facts about rin !

1. this one came to me first. because rin grew up partially in australlia, he has a fondness for nature. this includes being out in the bush, going on hikes, or even just the smell of fresh grass or the saltiness of the ocean. it’s very relaxing for him, something that is a huge stress reliever for him. sometimes, if he gets stressed, he’ll go for a walk by himself, immersing himself in the wilderness away from other people for a short while.

2. rin is a very heavy sleeper. he puts his heart and soul into each and every day, so by the end of it all, he’s usually quite tired. whilst he does tend to go to sleep pretty early, he can quite easily fall into an incredibly deep sleep. be warned if you try to wake him up, as you may end up getting an elbow in your side via him doing it subconsciously. he’s also not a morning person, he stays sluggish for a long time in the morning before finally waking up properly.

3. despite having a rough exterior around most people, rin absolutely crumbles when it comes to romance. this man couldn’t stop fumbling over his words if he tried, and his face usually ends up the same colour or at least close to the same as his hair. he’s awkward most of the time around both his crushes and his partners, which may usually lead for them to take charge.

4. he has a soft spot for almost all animals, but specifically domesticated pets, like cats and dogs. this is because of his family’s cat, steve, as well as his australlian family’s pet dog, winnie. they have helped him through terrible points in his life, which further raises his appreciation. in the future, he definitely gets a pet of his own, but what it is has yet to be known. in his free time, he takes in and fosters strays.

5. because of his friendship with sousuke, rin has learned a few cooking skills from his friend. whilst he is by no means a master chef, he knows how to handle himself in the kitchen instead of sticking to microwavable foods. he cooks most of his own meals, mainly to keep his physique in top condition for his swimming career, but he dabbles into junk food from time to time, or if he’s had a rough day.

6. this one’s a bit random, but i can imagine rin with darker roots in his hair. it’s not a drastic change, but the roots of his hair is noticeably darker than the longer parts of his magenta locks. this isn’t died, it’s just his naturally occuring hair, and it’s rather unexplainable.

7. he ABSOLUTELY has pierced his ears before, and still has them in. they’re nothing more than simple black studs most of the time, but he still loves them none the less. he also never leaves the house without some form of jewelry on, be it a watch, bracelet, necklace or something completely different. he also frequently paints his nails.

8. because of his difficulty making friends as a child, rin tends to act more aggressive towards others in order to gain respect from them. to him, it still works, because nobody seems to mess with him anymore, but it also makes him less approachable because of his intimidating aura. however, if people take the time to get to know him, he’s a huge sweetheart underneath that shell.

9. has a habit of chewing on things because of his sharper teeth. most of the time, this includes things like pens and pencils. he sometimes accidentally bites the inside of his mouth as well, but he’s gotten used to it by now. he used to be very insecure about his teeth when he was a child, but has since embraced them.

10. despite his rough exterior, he does have a soft spot for cute things. when he gets his friends presents or trinkets, they usually include some kind of comical soft toy or figurine and other things of the same form. and yes, he absolutely has a plush toy shark that he’s kept since he was quite young, and it’s a comfort item for him. it’s a rather secretive thing for him, and he actively hides it from those even most close to him, not wanting to be seen as weak.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . HEADCANONS ❝ rin matsuoka. ❞#allnostalgic #I HAD A FEELING YOU'D SEND ONE OF THESE IN FOR HIM #he's a fairly new muse so most of these were pulled out of my ass but MEH #squishes his cheeks.....i love him sm

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Horror movie ask game: re-animator, paranormal activity, saw >:)

Ooh lets see

re-animator: are u neat or messy?

I work in cycles. Everything is organized and then slowly the mess takes over until it becomes unbearable, and then it gets organized again. But even then, I feel like there's a method to my mess! Sure, all the hair ties are gone from where they usually sit, but I know there's one under the dresser in the corner.

paranormal activity: do u believe in ghosts/demons/aliens/magic/anything paranormal?

Short answer: yes. Long answer: yes, I've had paranormal experiences myself! I saw a ghost when I was a little kid, my hometown has a lot of UFO sightings, all that jazz. Honestly, I get kinda annoyed when people don't believe in anything paranormal lmao, it feels arrogant, like you're saying, "all these unexplained and mysterious things in the world aren't actually a mystery, because I, some rando with no credentials, understand them all perfectly!"

saw: give a controversial opinion >:3

Typically speaking, I don't believe there are bad movies. Even if a movie sucks shit, I'll try to dissect it, try to find something I like about it, or at least try to figure out what the people making it were going for. The only real exception is movies that are bad on purpose, but even then, sometimes those are good (hello Velocipastor!).

Aaaaaaaand also Sinister. Jesus, I hate the movie Sinister, it always shocks me when people like it. Shudder just put out a list of the 101 Scariest Movie Moments, and Sinister made the top 10, and I literally had to pause the episode and have a lil rant. I can't even tell if it's a bad movie, or if it just does a lot of stuff I find personally annoying (jumpscares aimed at the audience and not the characters, lazy creature design, a plot that feels like it was found in the annals of r/nosleep, that thing where the lights don't actually cast any light so all the lights are on but the room is still completely dark, every single scene being orange and blue, etc etc), but either way, it's one of the only popular horror movies that I dislike because I genuinely think it's bad. Usually when I dislike a popular movie, I can at least recognize why it's so popular.

#for example: i don't really like Hellraiser. in fact I like the sequel more than the first one. i am totally in the minority there #and i can totally recognize that Hellraiser is a technically pretty good movie. it just doesn't do it for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#but fuck Sinister all my homies... actually really like Sinister and i do not get it #ask game

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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 33

*Warning: Adult Content*

Noah Hunter leaves.

His brother, Alpha Dane Hunter, can make whatever excuse he wants for Noah’s unexplained disappearance and if he has an excuse for what he said and did, Noah doesn't want to hear it.

He doesn't want to hear whatever Julian Hart has to say for himself, either.

Fae identity crisis or not, he was the first person he trusted enough to tell about Thomas Flynn and he promptly went and broke that trust.

As for Ambrose Thorne, Noah knows if he sees the darkening mark on his cheek and the pain on his face...

Well, Dane might be doing a great impression of an asshole at the moment but he's still Noah’s brother and he want him in one piece.

So, he dusts myself off, swallows the emotions threatening to reveal themselves in tears and in the most mature and dignified manner imaginable, he runs away.

His wallet and car keys are in the house, though, so like a real hero he runs away on foot.

The bookstore is only a short walk from the house, thirty minutes, if he hustles but he takes his time and gets there in forty-five.

He’s not scheduled to work but he figures Shanti won't mind.

She doesn't seem to mind much, in fact and Noah still haven't figured out how she manages to keep her store open with one part-time employee and a weak stream of customers.

However she does it, he’s grateful, grateful for the cool, book-scented aisles, the intriguing array of strange, rare titles and for Shanti herself.

Her gentle demeanor and river-incense perfume have a calming effect on him and her soothing presence has become something he can rely on.

She looks up when he enters and her eyes go right to the fresh bruise.

Dane hadn't hit him all that hard, really but any blow from a guy that big is bound to hurt.

"Noah?" she asks, coming around from behind the desk for a closer look at him.

"I did not expect you so early. Are you all right?"

Today she's wearing a long, green dress made of loose folds of fabric and it seems to flow around her like moving water.

Her dark hair falls down her back like a shadow and when she lightly touches the side of his face, her fingers are cool.

"Just a little family argument," Noah answers, shrugging.

"No big deal. I thought I might as well come in and get an early start, if that's okay."

She nods.

"A new shipment of books has arrived. You can help me to unpack them."

"Sure," Noah agrees, turning away self-consciously to interrupt her study of his face.

"Where do you want them?"

"Anywhere there is room." She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand.

"It does not matter."

"Okay," he shrugs and get to work.

He tries to place the books next to something similar, a related topic or title but Shanti is right, they're all random and obscure,and the shelves are so disorganized anyway, it hardly matters where they end up.

Noah has just finished stuffing a book of love potions next to a volume containing over a hundred uses for spider's webs, when the door jingles and the first customer of the day wanders in.

He hears Shanti's pleasant greeting and a murmured response that sounds like a question and turns his attention back to his work.

It isn't until a shadow falls over him and he turns that Noah realizes the customer isn't a customer after all.

Julian Hart stands at the end of the aisle, looking pale and miserable and chewing the corner of his bottom lip.

Noah turns back to the shelf as his chest and face heat with anger, the rush of blood making his cheek throb with fresh pain.

"Julian, you are the last person I want to see right now," he says, keeping his voice quiet and low.

"Please go away."

"I'm sorry, Noah," he whispers.

"I didn't mean to tell him. It just... happened."

Noah scoffs.

"I'm sure you'd be fine if I ‘just happened’ to break your trust, huh?"

"No," he replies, still in a whisper.

"I'd be pissed as hell, and I'd never want to see or speak to you again."

"Sounds about right."

"Noah, please... Will you let me explain?"

Noah bites the inside of his cheek and then turns towards Julian, doing his best to convey a cold glare.

"Sure, Julian. Go ahead and explain."

Julian’s eyes go to the mark of Dane's hand and Noah hears his quick intake of breath.

"Shit. He said he hit you but I... I didn't really think..."

Noah covers the mark with his hand and turns away from him again.

"Well, go on," he says.

"Explain. Tell me why my brother knocked me on my ass and expelled me from his pack. I've had plenty of arguments with him over the years, Julian, some pretty violent ones, if you recall but he's never turned it into something physical before. So, tell me what's different this time."

Julian sniffs.

"Can we go somewhere else?"

‘No.’

There's silence and then Julian sighs again.

"This is all my fault."

"You think?" Noah returns, glancing at him and with some satisfaction, sees him flinch.

Julian pauses and swallows, hugging himself tight.

"The tea was working," he says softly.

"At least until last night."

"All right, what happened last night?" Noah prompts, turning his attention back to the books and making a pretense of straightening them.

Even more quietly, Julian goes on.

"Dane and I were... Well we were... getting 'intimate' you know. It was... more intense than usual, somehow. My whole body felt alive, lit up inside and then... Well, then I freaked."

"You freaked?" Noah repeat , frowning at him over his shoulder.

"What does that mean?"

Julian frowns back at him, a little of his usual spark returning to his eyes.

"It means I had a fucking panic attack in the middle of sex," he snaps.

"I lost it, scared out of my fucking mind by the thought of what might happen and Dane had no idea what he'd done wrong. I didn't know what I was saying and by the time he got me calmed down, I'd told him all about you and that Thomas guy and how much I wanted to help you prove the truth and all kinds of shit. Everything except... Well, everything except what's really wrong with me," he finishes with a wince.

"Nice," Noah drawls.

"So you sacrificed my confidence to keep your own. That's what makes you such a great friend."

"Noah, I'm sorry..."

Noah sighs.

"Fine. So maybe that explains why you told him. It doesn't explain what happened this morning."

Julian rocks back and forth on his heels, still hugging himself.

"Dane's pissed," he says.

"He feels like, as Alpha, he's supposed to take care of you and he can't do that if you don't trust him. He's not used to feeling powerless. Plus, he's worried about you, scared that you're vulnerable and unprotected and that Thorne's preying on that. He'd meant to talk to you about it, warn you to take things slow and then this morning he saw that it was already too late. And when you told him we'd been to Faerie, he realized you weren't the only one hiding stuff. He snapped because he's afraid, Noah. He's afraid for you and then you confronted him with the thing he fears most about me and... I guess it just pushed him over the edge."

Julian takes a step closer and rests a careful hand on Noah’s arm.

"He feels awful, Noah. We both do."

"I don't," Noah says, surprising myself.

"You know, Dane told me that there's always a place for me here, a place in his Pack," he shakes his head.

"Well I don't want it. Not if it's something he thinks he can take away from me every time I piss him off or if I have to buy it with blind loyalty. I'd rather be alone. I'd rather be with Ambrose."

"Noah, he didn't mean that. Of course you're Pack, you'll always be Pack. He..."

"No," Noah shakes his head again.

"When Dane Chose you, you became Pack. Well, I've Chosen Ambrose and until he's Pack, too... neither am I. In the meantime, I suggest you tell Dane the truth because until you do, this..." he gestures at Julian.

"Isn't going to resolve itself and I'm done helping you."

Noah walks away from him and gets back to his work and a moment later he hears the chimes on the door ring softly as Julian leaves.

Noah stays late and it's nearly evening by the time he says goodbye to Shanti and head home.

By then, the mark on his face has faded to a light discoloration, barely noticeable against the caramel tone of his skin.

He might not heal as fast as some Wolves but half a day is plenty to hide a bruise.

Again, he takes his time, walking slow.

Unlike that morning, though, when he'd been too wrapped up in a confusion of pain to notice much else, he enjoys the fresh air, the slanting golden light of the early autumn sun and the scent of dry earth and hot pavement, interrupted now and then by a cool breeze carrying the aroma of the nearby forestland.

Dane's words and actions and Julian's betrayal, conscious or not, still sting but not as much as before.

He might not have a pack but he has a home and someone who loves him and for now, that's all he needs.

As he approaches the old house, Dougal runs to meet him, barking a happy greeting from the other side of the low brick wall.

Noah stops at the post box and opens it, pulling out a handful of mail and turn to open the little gate when an irregularly shaped envelope escapes the rest of the bunch and falls to the ground.

It's small and brown, the size and shape of a greeting card and Noah notes with surprise that it's addressed to him.

He hasn't updated his residence anywhere official yet and he can't think of who might send him something in the mail.

There's no return address and Noah’s is printed on an adhesive label rather than written by hand.

Curious, he tears open the envelope and pulls out the folded piece of paper within and then nearly drops it again in surprise.

It's from Thomas Flynn.

He scans it quickly and a weird, sick feeling lodges in his throat.

Noah, Please forgive me. I'm not a well man. I've done terrible things, and I know that I can't undo all the harm, but I'd like to try. Meet with me—please—and let me explain. I miss you, and I miss what we had together. Give me a chance to put things right, while I have time. Repentantly yours, Thomas.

Below Thomas’s name is the address of a local bar and the words...

‘Tomorrow, 2 pm.’

Noah stares at the note for so long, the shadows have noticeably lengthened by the time he looks up from it again.

If he hadn't already received one 'Sorry, I'm sick and didn't mean to' apology today, he'd have torn the note to shreds, fed it to Dougal and then mailed it back to Thomas in the form of a shit.

Instead, he folds it into a little square and tucks it in his pocket, lets himself in through the gate and walks up the path to the house.

The whole way, he has an unsettling feeling of being watched.

He doesn't know what he intend to do, yet.

For one thing, there's the question of how Thomas knows where he lives.

Then, there's the matter of what he wants and why.

Maybe he's telling the truth and he's really had some life-altering change of hear, but Noah trusts that about as much as he'd trust a stone not to sink.

Then again, the very idea that Thomas imagines he'd even consider speaking with him, after what he did...

Noah lets himself in the front door and notices that two unfamiliar pairs of shoes are arranged on the rack.

Voices drift from the library on his left, one of which belongs to Ambrose but the others are as unfamiliar as the shoes.

Noah sneaks past and makes his way upstairs, not at all prepared to pretend to be sociable.

In Ambrose's room...’their room’... he falls back on the bed with a sigh, rubbing the little bump of the folded note through the fabric of his pocket.

He can hardly judge Julian for keeping secrets from his Mate, when he’s keeping secrets from his, after being mated less than a day.

Noah resolves to tell Ambrose everything, as soon as they have a moment to themselves.

In the meantime, he pulls out his cell-phone and opens his contacts.

There's one person who's always had his back, no matter what.

The only problem is, he hates to ask a favor because Noah knows it will be recalled in the most humiliating, juvenile way imaginable.

It can't be helped.

He sighs once more, commit himself to some unknown, future torment and calls his sister, Freya Hunter.

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 40 - Growing bond. Episode 3.

George: As we were all done eating, I sat quietly, smoking a pipe, observing the 3 clover snuggling up in front of the fire Congo had lit in the fire place. Evan from time to time still softly sobbing, and Andy did his best staying by his side, soothingly caressing his hair and holding his hand. Congo was wrapped up in giving the boy a soothing food massage, trying to calm him as much as possible.

Akin: Alright, if everyone is done, I would like to say a few more words. As it is getting late, I will try my best explaining things as short as possible, as I need to get back to my people. We still have a long night ahead of us, looking into our discoveries. He sipped a glass of water and stood up Can everyone hear me? As all of us nodded, he continued Now, you may wonder why Andy? Why does these things seem to keep happening around him? Unexplainable things. And how could he have been bonded with 3 people? One of them only being a half bond? We seem to have found something extraordinary about Andy, and although we can all agree Andy is indeed something extra ordinary, there's more to it than just his personality. Andy, I am sure you remember how A once tried to explain to you about Marius, right? What he classified him as?

Andy: He nodded softly and smiled in a way so he got stars in his eyes, as he almost always would when speaking of Marius. Yes…. A told me that Marius is the opposite of him, a demon. That Marius was more what we humans call an angel.

Akin: Yes, that is correct. And he also told you what that means for Marius.

Andy: He frowned lightly Yes… it means that Marius was designed pure, and as something that awakens all men's desire, man always craving to ruin pureness of this world. Marius was made to please men, and all of mans fantasies.

Akin: Nodded firmly that is correct. And you also remember George at a point told A, he was starting to think, you and Marius might have been more like each other than anyone actually realized. Right?

Andy: He nodded lightly with a hint of hesitation on his face Yeees?

Akin: Good. He turned towards us around the table again. Daniel… how do you feel about Andy, in general, I mean, when you look at him?

Daniel: He looked at Andy a bit pensive That I can't keep my fingers off him… that I gotta have a piece of him.

Akin: Chuckled warmly Right. Robert… have you noticed how handsome Andy is?

Robert: Yes… that is quite obvious.

Akin: Yes. Have you also noticed his long curvy arms? His slim waist, his gently hips, his round firm butt, and his almond shaped eyes?

Robert: Cleared his voice and actually seemed to blush a bit I guess…?

Akin: Right. Lenny… have you ever caught the sound of Andy having sex with someone? The sound of his moans?

Lenny: Chuckled warmly It's very hard not to catch that a few times, when you have lived around Andy.

Akin: And how did it make you feel? Were you embarrassed? Did you leave fast so you could no longer hear, or did you linger around to listen to his moans?

Lenny: He frowned softly Actually, my wife normally drags me away, I normally hang around as it amuses me a bit.

Akin: Is there any other feelings than amusement?

Lenny: I don't know what you mean? I mean, I like the sound of his voice?

Akin: Smiled satisfied It is nothing none of you have ever noticed before, and I hope any further interaction with Andy won't be awkward. But there is a perfectly good reason for all my questions and your answers. You see, Andy is what I would call the human version of Marius.

Congo: Looked up from Evan's feet, and something seemed to fall in place for him as he nodded and reached a hand towards Andy's cheek, stroking it softly

Akin: This does not have any affect on anyone or anything. This does not mean Andy is supernatural in any way. It just so happens to be he's the same as Marius, only the human version.

Lenny: Cleared his throat So you say my son, was designed to please men?

Akin: That is correct, but it is much deeper than that. There is a 'magic' a mystery around Andy, a deeper universal soulness about him. He is indeed something rare and magical, in the sense of not being magical as you humans understand the word. It's hard to explain really without leaving a hint of Andy being more than human. It more direct translated means, Andy is a pure vessel of love and goodness, with a potential to tab into great powers. People instantly feel chemistry with him, or strong sexual desires. Also people are able to form much stronger spiritual bonds with Andy that any other people. Able to feel him, even when he's not around. Able to feel his soul so to speak. This is why Evan crashed tonight. He was no longer able to feel Andy's soul as the mate bond still is a bit shaky due to Andy's not being fully formed yet. Evan's bond is so to speak crying out for Andy's, longing to make the final connection.

Lenny: Cleared his throat again So… do we need to so something special around Andy?

Akin: Not more than usual Lenny. He's still the same special son you have always had. Nothing has changed, I just told you this to make you understand why these things happens around Andy, and why so many people seem to notice that there's something about Andy. And also to understand why so many men seem to… let's keep it at notice him, shall we?

Andy: Chuckled hoarse

Akin: Shook his head lightly and chuckled too Yes, I'm in no way surprised you find this amusing. Now if we can all try keeping focus a few more minutes, as I have a last thing to add.

Robert: How about the mate bond between Andy and Congo? Will this new bond with Evan affect it? And why didn't Evan react to it earlier?

Akin: This was exactly my last things to add Robert, thank you. And to answer, I think the most qualified guess would be to say, that Evan wasn't fully bonded with a mate, so as there were no bond on Andy's side, Evan could not detect a mate. Evan was short a mate.

Evan: So I'm a freak. I'm short a mate, and short on live sperm counts.

Andy: Sighed softly You're not a freak. Don't say stuff like that.

Akin: He smiled warmly towards the three clover No, you are indeed not a freak. Sometimes nature makes mistakes. He paused a few seconds And about the mate bond… we don't know yet, but I already have a team working on it. But I ask you all to be patient. Most things there is to find on mate bonds, are not something you look up online. So we can't Google ourselves to an answer here. It will take patience and a lot of reading in old dusty books. It may take days or weeks for us to come to a qualified conclusion. But, technically, nothing should happen. As Congo and Andy already have their bond sealed by marriage, nothing should be able to break them.

Evan: But I can never marry Andy he looked like he was going to cry again, but instead his face turned somewhat numb and he seemed to lose all hope in the world in the blink of an eye, turning pale.

Akin: Evan, please try to relax. It is a fact known to us already, that Andy and A got married after Congo and Andy's marriage. And absolutely nothing happened. Right? So technically nothing should happen if you and Andy were to get married. We can even perform the ceremony. Whenever you would feel like. However, we ask of you to be patient. It may be a bit different with you two, as the matebond is partially formed by Andy. So we have to make 100% sure before we do anything. But we will work our very best on getting a final conclusion on this, as fast as possible. If you both allow us, we would like to take a few more blood samples from you, as we will have to run a lot of different tests over the next short while. But we assure you, no matter what, Andy and you will be together. We assure you, you will not lose each other. In any way.

Gaby: She kneeled down next to Andy and Evan, smiling warmly at Andy I'm sorry sweety… I have to she shook the syringe in front of Andy, and he quickly rolled up his sleeve

Andy: No problem Gaby, I will gladly do this. I am just so overly happy, I can hardly contain it at this point! I can't believe my fairy tale just got so much more magical.

Akin: Right, I'm glad you're so happy right now. But should the happiness at any point turn to worry about your bond with Congo… for any of you he nodded gently at Congo Please try to keep calm, and patient. I assure you we will work night and day till we have an answer.

Andy: He nodded and smiled warmly I trust you.

Gaby: She gently rolled up Evan's sleeve May I?

Evan: His eyes were hollow and he looked exhausted as he nodded a single time

Gaby: She caressed him softly, then inserted the syringe I know you're scared honey, but no one is gonna take Andy away from you, especially now. And no one is gonna take Congo away either, don't you worry a single bit. Try to find relaxation, you need it on top of today. May I suggest…

Congo: Planted a light hand on her arm That's enough Gaby. If he will need anything like that, he will speak the words himself*

George: I chuckled warmly as I observed my wife being told off. She chuckled softly as well and removed the syringe gently from Evan's arm, handing both over to Akin as she reached us at the table

Akin: Thank you my dear. Now, if anyone has any questions?

No one seemed to have anything to add or ask about, but we all suddenly looked very tired

Akin: Alright suits me fine, as I would rather get back to the clan for news as fast as possible. I will keep you posted if anything new comes up. He nodded specifically at Congo and I And you know how to contact me, or Gaby if anything should come up. That goes for the rest of you as well. He shook hands with me quickly, and I lead both him and Gaby to the door, agreeing with Gaby that we could meet up at home tomorrow.

George: I then packed up Lenny, Robert and Daniel, agreeing with them it was better if they would head for Daniel's place, leaving me to watch over the boys for the night. Congo of course insisted on helping making the next door bedroom ready for me, but I quickly convinced him to head to bed with the boys as Evan looked like he had had more than enough and was on the verge of yet another breakdown. I gave Andy a big hug and congratulated him, before I gently stroke Evan's cheek and congratulated him as well, alongside wishing them all three goodnight. Then I watched Congo, gently lifting Evan in his arms, Evan hiding his face against Congo's chest, and the three of them slowly making their way downstairs. Life is without a doubt a mysterious thing. And some days are truly magical.

#unicornmanes #Akin Lupei #George Cullman #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Robert Thompson #Leonard Cullman #Lenny #Gaby #Gabriella Lupei #Evan Thompson #Congo Shaw

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A Worse Pill to Swallow: A Bonkers Blueshipping Mpreg Pokéfic (part one of three)

I was twelve years old when I wrote this. Enjoy my oldfic if you dare.

Warnings: Pokémon/Human romantic relationship (warning because some people might be disturbed by it, even though Meowth can consent in this story); unexplained mpreg/male pregnancy (I think mpreg is fine, just explain it maybe); bizarre anti-abortion overtones (the views expressed in this fic by twelve me do not represent the views of adult me); general angst; shaky grasp of the realities of pregnancy and childrearing; possible out-of-character moments for Jessie, James, and Meowth; weepy!James (even moreso than he is in canon); dickish!Jessie; generic boyfriend!Meowth; odd ideas about romance; kitten birthing scene; ellipses abuse

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*Meowth gets ready for bed. His beautiful, blue-haired virgin waits quietly for him. Obviously, that's James. He's wearing white pajamas: a white button-down shirt and white shorts. Very cute.

Meowth: (thinking) He looks so innocent, I almost hate to take his virginity away. (out loud) Are you ready? James: (turns around and smiles) Yes.

*James isn't afraid to reveal his body. He used to cringe at the thought of naked people, but he isn't afraid to expose himself to Meowth and let Meowth "explore" his body. If they're going to break the rules, they might as well enjoy it.

*A few weeks later, James wakes up nauseated. He goes into the bathroom and starts vomiting. Meowth wakes up because he notices James isn't in bed with him.

Meowth: James? Are you okay? James: (puking noises)

*Meowth goes in. James is wiping his mouth.

Meowth: What's wrong? James: I don't know. I guess I'm coming down with something. Meowth: (takes James's temperature) You don't have a fever. Hey, wait! I have an idea! Maybe it's hypothermia. James: Meowth, it's not even cold outside. Meowth: It was worth a try.

*They're both silent for a minute.

James: Remember when we….you know. Meowth: The night after the Shuckle incident? James: Yes. What if….something strange happened? Meowth: There's only one quick, private way to find out.

*Meowth takes out a pregnancy test for Pokémon (because James would have kittens).

Meowth: Here, pee on the grey oval. Then we need to wait a minute.

*James pees on the grey oval. Then he and Meowth nervously wait for sixty seconds, which feels like sixty years. When they look at the oval again, a blue plus sign has appeared. James and Meowth stare at it, then stare at each other. James has tears in his eyes.

James: Oh, Meowth, what are we going to do? Meowth: It's not the end of the world, Jimmy. James: Is there anything I can do? Meowth: There are pills that can end it in twenty-four hours.

*James rests his head on the toilet seat and starts to cry. He does not want to kill anything, especially a little kitten that hasn't even had a chance to live.

James: How long does it take for kittens to develop? Meowth: About sixty-three days. James: I have to put up with this for nine weeks?! Meowth: It's been a few weeks, maybe you're a few weeks pregnant? James: (sighs) I might as well get used to it. Meowth: You mean, you're actually going through with this? James: What else can I do?

*James and Meowth gaze into each other's eyes. They hug, then make out. James looks down, then looks away, giggling.

James: The kitten is already feisty. Meowth: I guess if it's moving, you're about four weeks along.

*James and Meowth make out again.

*A few days later, James is five weeks pregnant. He gets out a plate and warms up a hotdog. Then he covers it in chocolate sauce and starts eating it. Jessie stares at him.

Jessie: What's the deal with that food combination? Meowth: Well, we definitely know he's pregnant now.

*James then drinks two glasses of milk.

*Later in the bedroom, James and Meowth are getting ready for bed. James is folding his clothes on a chair, when he suddenly gasps and clutches his stomach.

James: Those kicks couldn't have come from just one kitten. Meowth: Kittens can come in groups of three to ten.

*James sits down heavily on the bed and winces as the kittens kick again.

James: Three to ten?! I thought I was only having one. (winces) I feel like a Snorlax. Meowth: It's definitely more than one. James: (eyebrow raise) Really? (looks down at stomach) Meowth: Cats can sense these things, you know.

*James has a puzzled look on his face as he looks down at his stomach. He's feeling the kittens settling down and….gently vibrating?

Meowth: What are they doing now? James: I think they're falling asleep. And purring.

*The next day, James wakes up at noon. Meowth is sitting next to him on the bed.

Meowth: You slept a long time. You must've been beat. James: Bearing a whole litter of kittens is hard work.

*Meowth makes sure his claws don't come out when he strokes James's soft, silky, blue hair. This immediately makes James smile. It also causes the kittens to move, making James sigh.

Meowth: Is it the kittens again? James: Of course. (blushes)

*James and Meowth start kissing and stroking each other. This is very soppy and like a romance novel, but Meowth did impregnate James, so….

*Later, Jessie, James, and Meowth are watching TV. James's mood swings begin to kick in when a romantic telephone commercial plays.

James: (wipes away tears) What a sad commercial. It makes me want to— Jessie: Cry? That's all you've done since you first started this ridiculous relationship! The commercial wasn't that sad. James: (irritated) Are you calling me a crybaby? Jessie: What if I am? That's what you are, anyway. Count one day out of the last five weeks when you didn't cry.

*James glares at her.

James: At least I'm not heartless! Meowth: Quit fighting, you two. It's not good for the kittens. James: (angrily, at Meowth) Haven't you done enough?!

*James flounces out of the room and slams the bathroom door.

Meowth: See what you did to him! You know he's going to be irritable. Jessie: I didn't know James could be irritable. He should wear a mood ring so I know. Meowth: Not funny. Jessie: It wasn't meant to be. Meowth: Do you mean the joke wasn't meant to be funny, or that James wasn't meant to have kittens? Jessie: Yes.

*James is listening to their conversation from the bathroom. He immediately goes to the toilet and throws up. He starts to regret having a Pokébestial relationship and starts to cry silently. A sharp pain makes him crumble into a ball on the floor, sobbing helplessly.

*After James cries for a while, he feels the pain go away. The kittens aren't kicking him anymore and have gone to sleep. James dozes off in front of the toilet.

*Jessie, James, and Meowth don't talk to each other until bedtime, when James apologizes.

James: Jessie? Meowth? Jessie and Meowth: Yes? James: I've been thinking. I may have said some things I didn't mean. I was just irritable from the hormones. I'm sorry. Jessie and Meowth: Apology accepted. James: (voice breaking) And Meowth, if I offended you when I….(sniff)…when I said you've done enough….(gets teary-eyed, then starts crying) I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. I love you. (hugs Meowth tightly to his bosom) Meowth: (smushed) Apology accepted, but not needed. James: Thanks, Meowth. (sniff) Meowth: (smushed) You're welcome, but please stop hugging me. James: Oh. Sorry. (puts Meowth down)

*A few weeks later, James is nine weeks pregnant. He's actually not showing that much, since Meowth kittens are a lot smaller than human babies.

*Every time James has to go to the bathroom, Meowth comes with him in case it's time for the kittens to be born. One night, James gets up to use the bathroom. Meowth goes with him.

Meowth: You'll only have to put up with this for a few more days. James: It feels like….(winces, holds stomach) It feels like a kitten could just pop out now.

*James starts to feel like he needs to poop. He suddenly feels a sharp pain in his stomach.

James: (yells) Meowth! Meowth: What?! What?! James: (strained) I think it's time now. Meowth: Breathe. Lie down.

*James's attempt to birth the kittens backfires. They go back to bed. James gets up several more times in the night.

James: (moans) This is the ninth time I've had to get up.

*Meowth is still in bed. James didn't bother to wake him up. Meowth wakes up to hear a small cry from James. He runs into the bathroom. James is sitting on a towel on the floor, legs spread and pantsless.

Meowth: James! Are you all right? James: (dazed) Yes. (reveals four Meowth kittens) Aren't they precious so far? Meowth: Yeah….Wait a minute, you said "so far." There are more kittens coming? James: Yes. I just feel one more left.

*Meowth goes over to James and coaches him to breathe and push. James is screaming. Luckily, Jessie is a heavy sleeper.

James: (straining and breathless) I can't do it, Meowth. I'm too weak from getting out the other four. Meowth: You can do it, James.

*James screams as the contractions get more intense. He pushes as hard as he can.

James: (nearly crying) Oh, the pain….(squeals, pushes) Meowth: One, two, three, push! James: (straining) Come on….come out….(continues pushing) Meowth: When you push, I'll catch. One, two, three, push! James: EEEEEEE! Kitten: (pops out of James's nethers) Meow! James: Oh my gods! (cries) Meowth: It's so cute! And loud!

*Meowth bites off all the kittens' umbilical cords. James smiles blissfully and opens his pajama top. The first kitten puts their mouth on James's nipple and drinks the milk that comes out. Meowth holds the second kitten up to James's other nipple. The others crawl around and nibble at the afterbirth while they're waiting their turn.

*Months later, the Meowth kittens have grown older and can mostly look after themselves. They've formed a pack and gone hunting. While they're out, James blasts Meowth's rocket off again. A few weeks later, this conversation happens.

James: I think I've acquired a fondness for hotdogs with chocolate sauce and milk. And maybe it's just regular that I cry during telephone commercials. Meowth: It's happening again. James: What are you talking about? (realization hits him) I'm….pregnant?! Again?! (looks down at stomach) Meowth: (sweat-dropping) Heh, heh. Maybe…. James: (trying to sound calm) How many kittens am I likely to have this time? Meowth: Judging by your eating habits and your four-hour nap on the couch yesterday, I'd say….Oh, about ten to twenty. James: Ten to….(faints)

-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: James really should've used Plan B, but knowing Team Rocket's luck with plans, it probably would've failed.

#old fic #fanfic #team rocket james #fanfiction #team rocket meowth #team rocket jessie #blueshipping #pokemon fanfiction #mpreg #interspecies love #james x meowth #scriptfic #cw pokephilia

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[Lio] Ok so we had a freakout last weekend about The Situation and long story short I met the person who’s been stealth-masking.

It was wild, I was right in the middle of an extreme breakdown (shaking, couldn’t move/paralyzed in fear, spiraling real bad, SO angry that I couldn’t think of anything else, I felt so nautseous and angry) and there were important things we had to do later in the day that I was just completely unable to think about because I was so mad.

And suddenly it was like a switch flipped. I felt not quite myself. “I” felt like I was a woman and I felt completely calm, or maybe numb? And I noticed I felt weird so I focused on myself (Lio), and I realized I wasn’t fronting anymore, I was in headspace floating ‘next to’ someone who had the ‘POV camera’ and I could feel that I wasn’t in control of the body.

So I addressed her, and it went more or less like this:

Me: Are you the one who’s been fronting in secret?

Her: Yes.

Me: Are you Minerva? ((This was a name that we’d felt some unexplained connection to for a long time))

Her: That could be me. I did not need a name before, but maybe I can talk to you more easily if I use that one.

Me: Why are you here? Why show yourself now?

Her: You needed me. You cannot handle this anger now. I have taken it from you. I did not mean to hide from you; I am busy protecting you. I only came when necessary.

Me: Are you guarding the darkroom? Are you the reason we’ve felt a lot of pings from people but they never show up? ((The area of headspace we were having this discussion in; also the area where new people start forming))

Her: Yes. I am holding them here. If they appear too quickly, you will be destabilized. If it becomes safe, I may let them out. Some have already escaped me, but you do not know them yet, because they are sleeping and will not wake until they are called upon.

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So basically - on one hand. It’s nice to have a name and a face to put to this person we’ve known about for some time but couldn’t contact, and to know that the ‘thing’ that was causing the ‘headmate printer’ to be stuck was a person doing something deliberately and not us just randomly being fucked up

But on the other hand. It sucks that this is the situation where she showed up, and now we have the knowledge that this barrier is artificial and there are people forming behind it, and there are people we don’t know of who are.. dormant? In stasis? Unawakened?

As for her.. she doesn’t seem interested in social things (both insystem and out). Which is entirely fair; she has a job she feels she needs to do and she’s doing it pretty well. I keep trying to talk to her, just saying “hey, what do you think about xyz?” “Do you like abc?” and her response is almost always “I don’t care.” Not in a condescending way, just in the sense that she truly doesn’t seem to care about having an opinion on most things because it’s not relevant to her job. (Which seems to be emotional regulation/suppression, both in and outworld).

But she does have an appearance at least; she’s a tall and toned woman with long, messy red hair that covers her eyes. She also has a sword and she was wearing a plaid button up and jeans.

——

I also think someone else just fronted earlier today. I felt once again very not in control and the person in front was nervous, hungry, and hypervigilant, and seemed to be younger/a teenager and he was very startled/alert about being in our kitchen. I have a feeling I know who, but I won’t assume anything until we get a better read on him.

I asked Minerva if he was someone she had blocked before; she shrugged and just said if he was in her block before, he isn’t still there, and she’s not actually aware of who is behind her ward, she’s just concerned with keeping what’s behind it from coming into our headspace too fast.

My theory - if it is who I think it is - is that while Minerva is dampening the anger bit of The Situation, The Brain is redirecting the fear and anxiety bits and giving this guy an anchor to latch on to. Which honestly is an alright strategy? We can’t do anything about The Situation in the physical world, but dumping the hard emotions into someone who the rest of us can work with might help I guess.

Not that it always works perfectly by any means - we are really good at quickly outpacing whatever function The Brain summoned us in here for. The Brain keeps being like “hello my little OSDD system, I have created A Part that has A Job and A Set Of Carefully Compartmentalized Emotions And Memories, please utilize them as a Coping Mechanism as intended” and we keep being like “ok, but what if we take that guy and treat them like just a normal dude and let them form hobbies and opinions and let them make a fursona and do whatever fun shit they want?” and then we end up with a pile of Kinda Well Adjusted Guys Who Happen To Sometimes Have Trauma But For The Most Part Are Simply Chillin And Are Just People. But On Account Of Being Just People They Don’t Want To Confront Trauma Because That Sucks.

And then the Brain’s epic master plan to give us another hashtag damaged goods sad little scrunkly in order to force us to face our mental problems fails epically because we simply teach said sad little scrunkly how to play terraria for 10 hours straight instead of confronting their slice of the mental illness

But like, whatever. Bring it on, Brain. Lets teach that traumatized child how to play Minecraft

#liolog #xrdslog #minervalog #???log #hunterlog #ETA: that unknown was hunter

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selinakidreams · 3 years

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hello!! this is my first ever collab and man o man am I happy to be participating in @buttershouse ‘s Magic March with so many talented people!! Please go check out everyone’s work, there’s so many delicious pieces to choose from.

without further a-due, please enjoy this 7k word mash of a magic coffee shop/witch/ college au that I have goin here

pairing: Sero Hanta (with a FUCKIN UNDERCUT !) x gn!reader (afab)

warnings: she’s WHOLESOME, implied sexual themes throughout and then actual smut at the end !! , sex on aphrodisiacs

a/n: thank you so so so so so so so much to @keishinslove @hiddenbluee @spikesbimbo @scorpiomoonslutt and @dymphnasprose for reading and beta-ing this big boi- you guys helped me so much and 🥺🥺 you guys seriously mean the world to me.

tag list: @hiddenbluee @undersero @sawam0chi

“Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble,” you hum as you steep black tea before shifting to the other part of your station so you could add the guise of vanilla to the milk you were about to steam.

You hear a snort come from your coworker as she looks over to you before smirking, “You think you’re so funny,” she teases while heating up a chocolate muffin for the current order.

“I do, I really do,” you muse, holding the metal pitcher up to the espresso machine’s steam wand. The distinct smell of the liquid luck wafts around as you begin blending it in with the milk; it makes you smile, a comfortingly warm feeling washing over you.

You always hoped people stepped into the shop hearing about the rumors and whole-heartedly believed them; believing in the magic that went into each drink when they ordered something off of the special menus- and that it wasn’t just for the unique taste.

When you first started out, you often heard that with each new employee, the magical feeling tends to die out sooner or later; the happiness of creating spells and potions for others fleeting with the ever-growing pessimism towards all things unexplainable. After working at the shop for three years, one would think the feeling would have caught up to you, instead you felt anything but. With each new regular whose eyes sparkled with excitement as you handed them their unique concoction of a drink, your smile grew wider. Sometimes the familiar faces would come back and whisper about how each drink gave them the right energy to deal with each individual situation… almost like magic. You could do nothing but smile, sometimes a coy little wink was added, exciting the customer more and more. They'd leave with a newfound pep in their step. That's what has kept you going for so long. All anyone ever has to do was keep an open mind and believe that true magic does exist, and when you do, it's almost as though a door opens up, full of delightful possibilities.

As you called out the finished order and thanked the satisfied customer, the shop’s entrance bell chimed, welcoming in the newest one.

You look up and made eye contact with someone who seemed oddly familiar; you tend to remember almost every person that has shown up more than twice at the cafe, so the fact that you can't fully recognize him only shows that the cafe couldn't have been where you’ve known him from... You couldn't quite put your finger on where you've seen him before but you definitely couldn't forget the welcoming aura he radiated. With his black hair pulled into a ponytail, exposing his undercut, and his extra large t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame, he flashed a bright smile, heading up to the counter to order.

Accustomed to ‘hey’s, ‘hi’s, or even an immediate order, the first thing out of his mouth somewhat surprised you. With a tilt of the head and a squint of the eyes, he mumbled out, “.. You look really familiar.” as he tried to place the face.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing...” you trailed off.

After a few seconds of analysis with no conclusion, he seemed to shrug and let out a little chuckle with a passive “it'll probably come to me in the middle of my next class…” before his eyes caught sight of the menus off to the side. Not wanting to make it too obvious that you were tempted to stare, you aimed your gaze elsewhere, only occasionally sneaking a glance at him while he was preoccupied with the menu.

“Ahh… can I get…” he kept his sights on all the options he could, as if it was going to make him any more decisive. Part of you hoped to hear something special, something magical, only to hear, “uhh a… hot latte please?”

While a very solid drink, you subconsciously waited to hear a flavor come after it; staring at him, almost in a daze.

“Did I forget something...?” Your eyes grew wide, mind blank, trying to come up with an excuse for the elongated silence but before you could spout something out, his smile grew as he rolled his eyes, “Oh, duh, I forgot the size!” A breathy laugh came after his revelation and your chest felt lighter once the sound hit your ears. “Could I get a large please?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” you chime as you grab a large paper cup and mark down his order with a sharpie.“Will that be all for you today?” looking back up at him, your customer service smile makes its awaited appearance like clockwork as it did when wrapping up every order. His eyes darted to the full pastry case before he could conclude, causing an actual smile to grace your lips, “Tempted?”

“One way or another, yea,” he said with an undertone of something else being implied, causing your cheeks to heat up. The smile that he threw in there further caused a little flutter of your heart.

“Well luckily for you, we just restocked, so you've got a wide range of goodies to choose from.”

He licked his bottom lip and smoothly responded with, “Well which is your favorite?”

“My favorite? Hmm… Well, I always love a good chocolate croissant whenever I'm drinking regular lattes. The chocolate adds in that kick of sweetness that compliments the lack thereof with the coffee and bonus, it's not too heavy where it will make you feel bloated.``

“You really know how to sell a guy… That sounds amazing. Could I have that, please?” the tone in his voice was playful, fun, possibly flirty- and that was something that you were not going to think about. He’s a customer; he might not come back when he wants his next cup of coffee.

“You want me to warm it up for you?”

“Sure!”

Picking up the prongs, you took the freshest croissant from the batch and placed it in the microwave oven, turning back around.

You voiced his total with a soft smile, “Cash or card?”

“Card. uh .. Can I leave a tip on here?”

Cue the airy sigh that left your chest. A man who knows to leave a tip: you were in love with him already.

“Yea!” you squeak before clearing your throat, “Yea, once you remove your card, the option should pop up on the screen!”

You throw one more smile back at him before turning around to start his drink, not missing the incredibly hard stare your coworker was giving you. You try not to look at them throughout the duration of making his drink.

Handing the handsome man his order, your hands lightly brushed against his and you fought hard to ignore the hefty thump in your chest. You looked back up at him and swore that there was a tint of rose dusted across his cheeks.

You saw the beginning of his outburst before you could hear it.

“Sero!” he said quickly, “Sero Hanta. That’s my name.”

You smiled, sticking out your hand and saying your name, “I’ll be sure to remember it… Sero.”

The rest of the shift went by pretty quick after that. Your coworker couldn't keep their mouth shut about how he was flirting with you and how you just so happened to be flirting back. You two were giggling so much that the rest of the shift just seemed to slip away and before you know it, it was time to clock out.

“Is there anything you want me to do before I head out?” you shout, asking the newly present night shift as you’re halfway out the door.

“No no, we got it,” both your coworkers chime, “just hurry up and get to class!” one of them adds.

Rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye, double checking that everything needed for class was in your bag before fully lugging one of the straps onto your shoulder and heading off.

The walk wasn't that far from the shop, luckily- taking your time and enjoying the world around you was such a cooldown from the hustle and bustle of your work shifts.

The college town was quaint, warm, homely; It felt like everywhere was a short walk away- which it was. There was an ample amount of time for you to stroll to class after one of your shifts.

As you peruse down the street, you took note of how bright it felt this time of day and how soft the glow emanating from the sunlight hitting the trees was; the kiss of the sun heated your skin, allowing you to bask in the warmth of everything: the environment, the vibe, the mood. What a great feeling.

Random thoughts passed in and out of your brain as you got to the entrance of campus- but the continuous train of thought halted at the station when the image of that man who came into the shop, the one with the undercut- Sero Hanta, popped up.

He was really attractive… where had you seen him before?

You mindlessly head towards the lecture hall, with the image of Sero’s face ever present behind your eyelids. The approaching building was a beautiful brick with ivy climbing up the side, a framed golden plaque near the large double doors announced that people were about to enter the Mirai Sasaki building- something you would normally stop to admire but today, you headed straight inside and towards your seat, still mentally preoccupied.

Plopping down, you situate yourself, getting everything out; your textbook, notebook, pens, pencils and even a highlighter. You take a deep breath before slightly shaking your mind to wake up and concentrate on the human sexuality lecture that was about to start. Sero Hanta can wait.

Is what you told yourself and yet, the thought of him wouldn't leave you alone. It went so far as even hearing the professor call out his name.

“So, I just wanted to clarify,” your ears perk up at the voice, “The article you gave us was about how unequal the orgasm ratio- the orgasm gap- is for women… but I feel like there is a new wave of um… feminine orgasm appreciation. Not to get too personal, but I know between my friends and I, we make sure that our partners always come… first.” He trailed off at the last part, probably coming to terms with the awkward phrasing he had ended with.

You had to take a second to get a grip; too many things were happening at once and the one that held most of your attention was the fact that Sero Hanta blatantly admitted to wanting the girl to orgasm first.

What a gentleman.

“Thank you for your… input … mister Sero- but with what you pointed out, it’s actually a perfect segway into the first project of the semester! If you notice in your syllabus, I typed a very vague title for the next class’s date. We're going to talk about it more next class but until then, please read the assigned articles by the next class and have a good rest of your day!”

While the majority of the class was packed and headed to the door, your eyes stayed glued on Sero as you mindlessly put things away. It seemed as though he was taking his time as well. Maybe he needed to talk to the professor?

Seeing that your desk was now cleared, you slowly began descending down the stairs to get to the floor level, eyes glued to each step in front of you, mind somewhere completely different until your head is met with a firm back. With wide eyes, you step back and begin a stream of apologies, head bowed and eyes still on the floor as if you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. A warm chuckle hushes you accompanied with a light, “It’s alright, it’s alright!”

You look back up and are met with the mind-dizzying smile of the man who failed to leave your thoughts alone.

Before your eyes could get any bigger, he murmurs your name. “So this is where I know you from!” He slightly cheered, lopsided grin growing comfortable.

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“Hey! Hey- you guys aren't closing are you?” You hear a panting voice rush through the door- the complete opposite of the energy the cafe currently held. You and your coworker were just winding down from your shift, cleaning and making sure everything was restocked for the next shift, soft music aiding the mood.

Sero was attempting to collect himself when he realized the two pairs of stunned eyes staring at him.

“I just- I wanted to walk with you to class. If that’s cool,” he said to you, flattening his shirt down, “and maybe get a coffee.”

Warmth fills your face as you try to suppress a smirk, “in that order?”

The already flustered college student blushed just a bit harder. Before he could come up with a response, your smirk eased into a soft smile, “okay Sero, what could I get you to drink?”

He steps further inside and orders the same thing he got the first time: a large hot latte. It doesn't take long until the drink is in his hand and you're shooing him off to a table, “I’ll be done in like 10 minutes, is that alright?” you ask, hints of your customer service mannerisms kicking in. He nods and you get back to cleaning, unaware that your movements became a bit swifter.

After clocking out, you’re met with an eager grin and a glint of something unnameable in sero’s eyes.

“The coffee was excellent, by the way. Both times I had it. Do you do something to it? I feel like it’s so much more than just a simple latte.”

You smile at two things, him opening the door for you, and the fact that he was absolutely oblivious to the fact that his drink is one of the few drinks you don’t add any magical properties to.

“I make it with kindness.” You say as you two start your walk, intertwining your hands behind you.

“So mister Hanta… have you been stalking me?”

His eyes grow wide as his cheeks taint red, “N-no! I just thought that maybe you work every shift that’s before our class.”

“Hmmm… So were you going to come by every day to test out your theory if i wasn't there today?”

“Well, luckily you were there, so I guess we’ll never know the answer.”

After you hummed out a response, the walk turned into a comfortable type of silent.

The both of you had several things passing through your mind, but outwardly, one was caught up basking in the fresh spring air while the other was admiring how the wind would slightly shift your hair.

Deciding to break the silence, you turned to face him, “Hey, so, why did you choose to take human sexuality?”

He didn't seem surprised to hear the question but he took a moment; it didn't seem like he was scrambling to find the perfect answer, it was almost like he just couldn't properly find the words.

“Honestly, I love intimacy. I think its really cool that not one person’s views on sex and sexuality and the miniscule details within it, are the same.”

While the words you were hearing made sense, it must have shown that you weren't prepared for such an insightful answer because he let out a hearty laugh that seemed to go on and on, even after he took a deep inhale.

“I’m sorry-” he choked out as he grabbed his chest, “your face just-” he gulped another breath of air, trying to regain composure.

Throughout his fit of laughter, you almost joined in a few times if it weren’t for you biting your cheek in attempts to keep the annoyed facade up.

As soon as it seemed like he got it all out, you try to pull a convincing pout.

“So what's the real answer, then?”

He cocks his head at your question, a smile still playing on his lips, “whaddya mean?”

“You're telling me that what you said wasn't just to catch me off guard?”

“Oh! No no, that's really why I'm taking the class. But i bet you thought i was going to say something asshole-y like ‘i just wanna learn more about sex so i could be better’, hm?” he said the last part in a dopey voice before smirking back at you.

You rolled your eyes in return, “not necessarily, that was just a really… refreshing… answer.”

By the time you got to class, it seemed pretty full, which was a bit odd seeing as though there was still some time before the lecture started. Part of you was hoping that you could snag a seat next to Sero or he could snag a seat next to you- but both of your usual seats were surrounded by others already. There was also always the possibility that maybe he didn't want to sit next to you; you didn't want to get your hopes up so you turned to him, waved goodbye, and headed to your normal seat. Unbenounced to you, he physically slouched in disappointment before heading to his spot.

The lesson went on, and while he wasn't crowding your mind today, you subconsciously kept stealing glances at him throughout the lecture in hopes that one of the times you'll find him glancing back at you. The only time you did catch him staring at you was with wide eyes when the professor announced that you two were going to be partners for the upcoming project.

“So I guess this means it's an appropriate time to ask for your number… I wanted to ask you for it but I didn't want to move too fast…?” he said as you two approached eachother after class, cracking a shy smile while he absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck, a subltle flex of his muscles on display. It was a bit hard to concentrate with a combo move like that attacking you, as if he was going in for the kill.

“I wouldn't have thought it was too fast.” you softly counter, flashing him a tender smile.

It was one thing to feel the heat go to your face, it's another to visibly see it appear on his.

You both traded phones at the same time with the promise to text each other later that night; you put a little coffee emoji by his name while he put the sun next to yours.

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Sitting at the furthest table away from the register, you start to unpack your laptop and make yourself comfortable- you're gonna be here a while. Powering up the device, Hanta pulls at the seat across from you and begins to mimic your movements.

“So you want our first project meeting… at a coffee shop?” you start, trying to keep the smile from coming onto your face. Looking up at him would mean automatic defeat seeing as it's getting harder and harder for you to look at him without your lips twitching upward.

“I thought it would be very symbolic.”

A snort greeted both of your guy’s ears as your eyes went wide and your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Anyway, so the project.” Blushing around him was starting to become a regular occurrence, as well.

“Right,” he says clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

“So the project is to point out common sexual misconceptions and back it up with statistics and research articles. The fact that we got dibs on the misconception of the orgasm gap all because you had bragged about your personal sex life…” the thought alone shot a wave of warmth down your spine and right to your lower region. A flash of a Sero you hadn’t faced yet appeared in your imagination; him looking up at you, hungry and eager to please. It made your breath hitch.

“Well, yea! I had to voice it. I mean, I feel like it’s common sense! When you have sex by yourself, then you can focus on what makes you feel good and what makes you cum. But when you’re with a partner…” he trailed off and your gaze snapped to him, “you should make sure they cum at least once before doing… whatever you two.. had.. planned on… doing.” Sero finished, his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

Oh fuck.

You felt yourself throb.

“Y-yea! Uh I completely a-agree.”

It’s almost as though he could tell that you were flustered so just to top it off, he smirked, “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” before deciding to drop it and move on.

He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “You guys really do make the best coffee. I got the same thing as I did with your place and yet… I'm here longing for your coffee.” you snort once again.

After that, the conversation eased into the project and what exactly needed to be done; the assignment was very simple but sorting out what dates you guys were going to meet up and how exactly you were going to go about gathering the information was all crucial. The project was due in a month and needed to be submitted in powerpoint format- which the both of you were relieved about.

It was really cute seeing Hanta’s eyes all lit up when it came to the part of how you two were going to go about getting all the information needed. He even suggested to conduct a little side research if you guys were ahead of schedule. It was something that made your heart patter. It was almost like you had smelt some of the charmed rose petals from work because every time you looked at him, you couldn't stop the warmth that flooded in your chest.

With that thought, there was the fact that he was more than likely going to be spending large amounts of time at the cafe- would he notice? Should you just come straight out and explain it? Explain that you were considered a witch, someone who was open-minded and was in tune with their intuition and can work with certain herbs, charms, and spells to create wonderful things? It didn't seem that big of a deal to you, it was something you had grown up with; simple spells and practices that just made day to day life more simple. Not every witch has been through the same childhood you had, there’s no special school- not that you were aware of, anyway. Your parents kept their grimoire out in the open and let you frolic about as they eased basic wholesome rituals into your life, and when you got old enough, they let you take in chapter by chapter each spell they casted, each potion they brewed.

When you applied at the cafe, your first interview was full of normal questions worded in a way that almost sounded like it had a double meaning, thankfully you caught it and later was asked for a second interview- conducted by the boss himself. He had asked you to perform a basic potion/drink you grew up with, something that made you feel like you were walking on air. It was simple; a butterfly pea tea with a breath of life, with just a little bit of lemon activated the spell in the brew. When the well made drink hit his tongue, he offered you the job not a second later.

No. You wouldn't tell Sero yet. It never came up; It’d be odd to tell him straight off the bat- there's really no need. If he ever asks… then you’ll tell him.

But he hadn't so far.

Each meeting so far felt incredibly productive. It seemed like getting work done came naturally, with the topic being easy to discuss between the two of you and getting the articles to support your claim was fairly simple- apparently a lot of studies have been done about people’s orgasms.

Since drafting up a skeleton outline the first time meeting, the bits and pieces really started coming together, but the get-togethers sometimes didn't go as planned- however, what was a constant was that no matter what the meet-up consisted of, there would always be a paper cup from your work, filled with a hot latte.

Some of the days, rather than working on the project, the two of you would use the allotted time to sit in your cafe and goof off, or sometimes you would host “tea time” in your apartment and talk about anything and everything- and it was okay because very early on, you both gathered all the adequate articles that involved your topic and sifted through them to get the statistics you needed. Collecting the data was simple enough and putting it together just came easy to you.

Looking up from your laptop, finally done with sorting all the cited sources in each slide, you wave your hand at Sero to get his attention. Hanta was working on phrasing the facts and statistics from each work, so when he tilted his head up, gaze still on the screen until he finished typing the last sentence, he took his headphones out and hummed as he looked at you.

“You get the same thing everytime we’re together… why?”

He glanced at his almost empty cup before fully taking out his headphones, “I get it all the time because it really is the best latte I've ever gotten from a cafe before. I tell you this all the time.”

“You never… wanna try anything new?”

“Is there something in particular you want me to try?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow upwards.

“Well no, not necessarily…”

“Well then how about you give me a recommendation? What’s a drink you think I would love?”

This one stumped you for a minute. Though the thought had crossed your mind quite often, you couldn't quite pinpoint which special drink he’d appreciate the most. Something warm… something reflecting how you feel about him.

“I think that you should get the Time Flies; it's this black tea latte with orange zest and it's really… cozy.”

“Okay, I'll try it the next time I go.”

And he did. The first sip he took felt like smooth gold hitting his tongue. So warm and rich that it had apparently induced the vivid image of the sunset from his grandmother’s porch. He was remembering the orange glow of everything the light touched. The whole day, he was feeling incredibly nostalgic, he even did some of the things he used to do when he was a kid, like watch old black and white movies and make dinner with his mom (even if it was through a phone call).

He told you all of this with one of the most handsome smiles you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.

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“So,” you start once everything is situated on your living room table, the two floor pillows that play hosts to your guy’s lower halves sit diagonal from each other.

“So.”

“Everything is practically done, I just wanted to… call this meeting so we could just quickly skim over it and see if there was anything in the powerpoint that needed fixing and or adjusting.”

“Very reasonable reason to call this meeting but both of us have been looking at this practically nonstop… so I’m pretty sure it's good.”

“Well it’s due next class and I know we finished it up a few a couple of days ago but… there is absolutely nothing wrong with striving for perfection. And if anything, I’m trying to save your reputation.” he choked at the accusation you were attempting to make, “Oh yea! How are you going to get away with making that bold statement in front of the class, do a whole project on it, and then just… have it not be anything short of jaw dropping?” you didn't even wait for him to speak, “exactly. Your rep is on the line, I'm just the sorry person who got stuck with you.” You smirk, driving your ludacris point home while crossing your arms over your chest.

Scoffing, he leaned over and lightly shoved you, “we got to choose are partners for this project! You chose to be with me!” his cry caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth as you readjusted yourself onto your pillow, “that's neither here nor there.” you try your best snotty act as you stick your nose up in the air.

“Okay okay then, your grace, let us go over the powerpoint,” he jested along and gave you a slight bow.

After a quick runthrough, everything seemed spick and span, so the two of you became more relaxed and sunk into the larger floor pillows once again.

“So… I noticed that you finally got something from your shop.” Sero gestured over to the other paper cup on the table. “I have never seen you with your own coffee before, why today?”

Your cheeks involuntarily began to heat up; the drink he was referring to was none other than the Love Me or Love Me Not. Usually, you never went out of your way to make it, but for the occasion, it was necessary. It was the last time you guys were going to meet up for the project and you just… had to know.

Let it be known, messing with love potions wasn’t your forte, you preferred for everything romantic to be consensual and untampered with- that's why this brew in particular was one that you preferred out of all the ones that are out there. When made correctly, the person drinking it should be able to look at their crush (in person) and if the crush liked them back, then the drinker would get a fierce wave of goosebumps; if the person did not like them romantically, their head world ache for just a few minutes before going back to normal. Simple and effective, plus no one gets roughed up or drugged.

Not a single sip had been taken yet, you were on edge about the situation. This was the first time you had ever made it for yourself, and it was pretty nerve wracking to see if this man who you began harboring feelings for liked you the same.

It’s surely gone cold by now but that wasn’t going to stop you. “Oh! Uh- I was just really craving this drink today.” You say lamely before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a gulp.

The smell of rose hit your nose before you could register the taste. The evenly sweet syrup paired with the strong espresso danced on your tongue before you swallowed it. You softly sighed, it tasted delicious. Another sip slipped past your lips.

A roll of relief cascaded through you when an intense wave of goosebumps rose on your poked at your skin, causing you to cough and sputter. Eyes going wide and squeezing shut as the coughs wracked through your body.

He likes you.

While coming down from your fit, you semi glance at Hanta who had almost instantly appeared by your side, patting and gently rubbing your back.

“Is there liquor in that?” He joked as he handed you your drink so you could have more liquid to ease your throat.

You shook your head after drinking some more and cracking a grin. It might’ve been too big of a smile for someone who just choked but you didn’t care. Sero Hanta… likes you.

Unable to help it, you glance down at his lips only to realize how close he is. Your grin slowly drops, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Can I uh.. can I try your drink?” He says, face red with blush.

As you go to hand him your drink, he leans in and cups your jaw- causing your whole body to still, even your heart stopped to join the languor.

He peaks his tongue out to softly lap up a drop that must have been on your lip, before capturing your lips with his.

It felt like your mind shut down, and all you can feel is how soft his lips are and how sweetly he’s kissing you. Almost hesitantly.

He pulls away in attempts to find your gaze to decipher how you felt about it.

Your breath is ragged as you look back at him- everything and nothing is going on in your head in that moment, unable to speak, until you see the goosebumps that coat his body.

Your heart thumps impossibly faster as you realize that not only does he like you… but he truly believes. He believes in the two of you, he believes in love, and he believes in magic.

Without another second to waste, you tackle him in a hug and find your lips on his in a way that you know you’ll never get enough of.

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The cold nips at your nose just as big hands nip at your waist, causing you to let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp. A flash of soft black hair blurred your vision before cold lips meet yours. “Hanta,” you sigh into the kiss before pulling away and giggling.

You were heading back to your apartment after a day shift at work, the sky already becoming darker because of the autumnal equinox.

“What are you doing? I thought I was gonna meet you at my place.” You say as your fingers intertwined and your step fell into pace with his. He pulled you closer so that you were basically leaning into him as you walked.

“You know those chocolate and pumpkin scones you baked for me? The special ones?” He quietly moaned.

Your eyes go wide as he purposely guided your intertwined hands over his blatant bulge.

“Hanta you weren’t supposed to eat those until later, the spell usually kicks in within the next 30 minutes!” You giggle again.

A few weeks after you two started officially dating, you formally sat him down and explained everything you didn't when talking about your guys’ past- the memories of frolicking through tall grass and talking to your mother’s familiar, to getting your job at the cafe. He told you that it was a lot to take in, but never did he push you away. When he went to the cafe, he was more observant. Somewhere in the months between June and July, he slowly became more and more interested in the rituals you would do and the potions you would make. He wanted to start joining in. Now in October, he loves seeing your crystals around your house and all the different herbs you grow in the sills of your window. When he found out that you could bake magical pastries with certain herbs, he almost immediately asked you to bake him some. At first, it started as something simple like a sage and rosemary savory loaf that helped cleanse your pallet of any negative energy. Then it started becoming more and more intricate, and that's how the two of you ended up here.

“I know but fuck-- I was hungry and they looked so good, and now I’m hard and I need you.” he spoke lowly.

This was going to be fun.

The rest of the way, you were casually asking him things that shouldn't be heard in a public setting, “What is it you want to taste first, Hanta?”

“How badly do you want to fuck me into the mattress? Hm? Have your big cock stretch me out?”

“Wanna fill me up?”

By the time you both got to your apartment, there was no fumbling with the keys to get your door to open, you already had them out; getting through the door took three seconds tops. Next thing you know, your back was against the closest wall, your hands pulling at his tied up hair and scraping your nails against his scalp when the soft locks fell. One of his big hands lifted up a leg of yours and he groaned as he thrust upward against your heat.

“Fuck-” he panted into the kiss before trailing down your neck, still holding up one leg while the other hand finds itself under your shirt, his fingers hot to the touch.

Releasing your leg and dropping to his knees, he looked up at you as he fumbled with the button of your pants. You lace your fingers in his hair, feeling him yank the material down your legs, tossing the one leg over your less dominant leg over your shoulder, and when a warm muscle hits your sopping clothed core, you pull his hair harder to apply more pressure.

“Look at me when I have you in my mouth, I wanna see how much you enjoy this.”

You felt yourself clench, and apparently so did he, because a smirk grew on his lips. “Oh, you like when I say things like that?”

“H-hanta, please.. '' your voice wavered before you sucked in a sharp gasp. He had a finger, then two inside of you in no time, the other hand keeping the underwear out of the way so his lips could wrap around your clit.

He was pumping in and out of you faster and faster, occasionally switching the pace to unbearably slow and when you would whine, he’d tilt his head up, mid lick, to throw you a teasing glance before picking up the pace. He bagan curling his fingers, hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling and with the pressure building up, it had you panting out a breathy repetitive stream of his name.

“‘M gonna cum Hanta, hh-” you moaned out before clenching your eyes shut, your body involuntarily shaking above him. And right below you, he was ready to lick up everything you had to offer.

Holding you steady as he came up to kiss you, your juices still on his lips, “you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. The short sobering moment hit as soon as he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, but after he tossed you onto the bed, the look he gave you as he was unbuttoning his pants drew your mind hazy again.

“Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, to have you a drooling mess because of my cock.” he huskily whispered, giving you so many delicious previews of how the night will go. “You want that, pretty? Use your words.” he said as he crawled over to you and caged you in. The scent of cedar wood and citrus clouded your senses.

“Yes please Hanta!” you whine, “wanna feel stuffed b’cause of your cum. Please fill me up--” you whimper out, cutting yourself off when you felt his leaky tip at your wet entrance.

Just like each time you two have been intimate, he guides himself slowly until he's in to the hilt of his pelvis, “shit, squeezing me so hard- c-an i move?” he moans out.

Unable to form coherent sentences, you frantically nod and squeak out, “yes!”

With your permission granted, he eases in a thrust before he starts snapping his hips into you.

“Fuck, look at you, milking my cock so good-” he moaned, as he leaned in and kissed you. Each sharp thrust jolted you upwards, proving just how powerful his thrusts were. You threw your arms around his neck for the slight stability.

You began to let out little moans into the kiss that spurr him further; everything was beginning to get to him. How tight you felt around him, the feel of your tongue against his, the sloppy wet noises of your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum-- i'm gonna cum!” he choked out.

You clawed at his back while whimpering pleas for him to fill you up, “fill me up with your cum, your cock fills me so good, please Hanta, more- more!”

You were clenching around him hard, and to bring you right to his level, he found your puffy clit and began a quick circular motion that made your jaw go slack, causing more frequent clenches.

His mind blurred as he pushed himself the deepest he could, moaning out your name and a gruff curse before emptying himself into you.

You felt him twitch inside of you right before hot seed coated your already warm walls, and that’s what pushed you into a convulsion of ecstasy.

He lazily humped his hips into you as you rode out your high before pulling out and rolling next to you.

Calling out your name to bring your attention to him, he pulls you into his chest where you could feel his racing heart, “what if… I started singing that song from hocus pocus? You know the one..”

What a goof, you thought to yourself, playfully smacking his chest as you roll your eyes, looking up at him.

“I put a spell on you… and now you're mine…” you begin to whisper, earning a hearty laugh from you boyfriend.

Maybe it was mutual, but quite possibly he had put a spell on you. And you were more than okay with it.

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