#yes i've sent most of this in some form or another through feedback for a while now.

[reilliane]

Prosaic ⊱⊰ Heizou

A/N: First test ficlet for Heizou! I still haven't completed his hangout but I can say I've gotten a few notes down about his personality. Hence... this! >:) also yes, this is inspired from his hangout lmao

✤ A supposedly normal day for a detective turns out to be the most thrilling when he finds yet another letter of complaint on his desk. (Or in another angle, a later interrogation going wrong- no, right??)

✤ Words: 2k

Cracking cases, solving puzzles, and working up conclusions comprises his daily objectives—which means no 'light' tasks like finding a missing cat.

Yes, one can say that finding a feline is significant to some, but he's always seeking more. Something profound; the roots of a problem, the tellings of a quandary, anything that makes up a good mystery.

But even a detective has his slow days.

Slow, for this matter, is that the day fails to bring him any sort of fascination. Occasionally, it manages to swing by an interesting event—like meeting the Traveler—but this... is just not it.

So he finds himself seated behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the wood with a minuscule sigh of boredom.

His peers are casting him puzzled glances, unmistakably awed at the sight of the usually out-of-the-office man sitting where he's meant to be.

'For once, Shikanoin Heizou is actually present.' quoting Kujou Sara herself.

Literally present, yes, though that doesn't mean his mind is.

The detective filters through the papers in his hand with a weary hum. As expected, the given cases are rather... depthless.

He has no issue with those, no no, it's just that-

Arms stretching upwards, he yawns.

-He'd rather be solving and tinkering. Maybe an investigation will suffice, but there is nothing of the sort in any of the papers.

At least, not until he gets to the very bottom, where he sees a rather familiar file personally referring to him. It is the heaviest of odiums possible, a grand consequence for a probable mistake done in a scene that resulted in dissatisfaction.

It is—!

“Does anyone know who wrote and sent this in?” he calls, waving the paper around as he rounds his desk, “The name section is blank.”

A complaint letter.

How cumbersome, to think that somebody is discontented with his competence! Dear him, dear him.

“No...” answers one of his colleagues, “it's brought along with the feedback, suggestions, and requests form as a stack, so...”

So this could've been sent a few days ago and no one could remember the face of the writer. Dear heavens, it does not help that the Tenryou Commission allows anonymity in writing letters of complaint.

Humming for the nth time, he stares away at the wall, linking his mind back to days prior.

Ah, he doesn't know if he should perceive this as fascinating or troubling.

“Another one, detective? Have you checked what it's about?” asked Uesigi after downing a cup of coffee.

“Mm, well... oh?”

Fascinating...

Heizou feels his lips curling into a smile as he rereads what's written on the parchment. “Oh.”

Or troubling....

Doushin Shikanoin should be put behind bars for being so distractingly attractive. It's impossible to work when he's around. He's a thief for stealing my attention and a debtor for not paying back the time he made me spend cursing his damned appeal.

Why, it seems to be both.

To his luck, Sara appears through the threshold of her own office, eyebrow arched upon seeing him.

She must've been astounded, as well, though she fared nicely in restraining her shock.

Upon seeing the paper in the detective's hand, she nods with a sigh, recalling the day it was dropped off at the station. “Come to think of it, there's also a hairpin on the ground. Whoever sent it could've dropped their accessory.”

Dropped something?

How convenient it must be for the writer that no one saw them. Ah, he should ask the guards stationed outside.

Sauntering towards the lost and found shelf, Heizou is swift to lay eyes on the hairpin in question, stilling when he is able to recognize it in a beat of a second.

Aha.

With crisp neatness, he folds the letter and pockets it alongside the accessory before turning to his superior. “Ma'am, I'll be heading out for a while.”

The office is silent.

Sara does not speak, but with the baffled blinking of her optics, Heizou is grinning and already strolling out of headquarters. If they peer closer, which they do, an evident bounce accompanies each of the doushin's steps.

All of a sudden, he's become peppier. Wasn't he bored out of his mind just a while ago?

They can barely process the quick turn of events, but they've learned to let it pass. Shikanoin is rather eccentric and they've gotten used to it.

So, they all went back to their prior matters post-haste, saving their curiosity for later as they hear him exclaim out the door.

“I'm on the case!”

Only someone like him would ever call a complaint letter a case.

It is apparent that business is slow this morning. The people ambling to and fro are few, with most only passing a wave of greeting.

It just so happens that the most renowned festivities have elapsed, and the season of love is far away... so there are little to no folks who'd glance twice at your well-kept flowers.

Cheek resting on the palm of your hand, you sigh, waving at those that greeted you with a tiny smile. No such deductions are needed to be able to conclude that there will be no one buying today.

I can pay a visit to Yoimiya, it's always fun with her around. Objective in mind, you get to work, leaning off the counter to pat your kimono. I should close up for the day.

The location of the sun indicates that it's roughly around nine in the morning, ergo it's incredibly early to be closing, but you can't spend your time idling away.

Besides, if an urgent order arrives, your flowers are always prepared.

Your shop doesn't blossom in the season for no reason!

You lift a pretty bouquet of freshly imported silk flowers, about to transfer it to a neat and tidy glass case in the windowed backroom, when you hear rhythmical knocks against the wood.

“Miss [Name], good morning!”

Oh?

A dashing man stands in front of the counter, bright olive eyes telling of yet another possible gimmick. You wave.

“Good morning, detective. How do you do?”

A fascinating eccentric slithers in the dews of a prosaic morning, it seems.

Shikanoin Heizou doesn't frequent your floral shop unless it's to ask for some input regarding a case.

Your encounters mostly occur whenever you're free from floral responsibilities, bumping into one another in food stalls and event places. Having him here is not unwelcomed, however.

Now, he's always seen smiling, but he seems particularly brighter today as he wordlessly helps you transpose your flowers.

Perhaps the universe has sent him to liven up the day.

“Doing incredibly well, thank you,” he starts, dusting off his hands before flashing you an eye smile. “Do you mind answering a few questions?”

Ah, as expected.

He takes his prior position, in front of the counter and you behind it, much like a vendor and a customer.

Or for this matter; him, the interrogator, and you, the one being questioned.

“If it is in any relation to a case or of any aid, then I'd be pleased to,” you respond without batting an eye, swiping the petals that have fallen on the desk.

“Splendid.”

The sound of rustles prompts you to look, seeing him open a folded paper, though he keeps the contents to himself. He gives it a thorough reading.

You wonder what the case is about.

“So, may I ask where you were yesterday at the time of fourteen hundred?” he questions, flitting his eyes to meet yours.

His smile has grown lopsided, marginally appearing as a smirk.

Hearing his query drags a hum from your throat. Ah, is he asking whilst considering you a witness? Or a suspect?

Insouciant, you lean on the counter, mirroring his smile.

“Taking a stroll.”

“At the location of?”

“Inazuma city, of course.”

“In particular?”

“Here and there.”

Heizou folds his arms and gives you a frown, though this belies the highly entertained gleam in his eyes. You can't tell if he's dissatisfied with the fuzzy answers or not, though.

To any detective, they'd get pressed at the ambiguity, but this specific man... how should you put it—you have a feeling that he'd prefer a more unorthodox interrogation.

He always has a means to an end so he'll still get what he seeks regardless if you twist your answers. So, you suppose you're just making things a little more interesting.

Besides, you've got an inkling that this case isn't as critical as you assumed.

“You're being rather cheeky, miss [Name],” eyes slanting, he whispers, “If not suspicious.”

You can't help but laugh, disregarding his observation with a shake of your head.

“Oh no, but I am answering to the best of my ability! I haven't got any plans to go to Ritou or elsewhere, for the matter. So where would I take a stroll, if not in the city itself?”

He considers your answer with a thoughtful hum, mumbling something about it being a sensible answer as he cups his chin. It's not long before he is snapping his fingers, however, like he's conjured up a perfect query.

One that will force your ambiguous answers to conform with his.

“Hm! Then does the police station count?”

You shrug. “Well, your headquarters is in the city.”

The gleam in his eyes brightened.

With a flourish, he flicks the paper in his hands, turning it in your direction. “Then, can I assume that you are the one who filed this complaint letter?”

Humoring his assumptions, you lean on the counter, skimming through the words. You simper. Nothing short of flirtatious.

“What makes you think so, detective?”

“A friend told me that you did swing by headquarters at around two in the afternoon,” his eyes crinkle, accentuating the lift of his cheeks and the curve of his lips. “Need I say more?”

To add to the list of evidence upon which he can suspect that you are the writer, he takes out... ah, so that's where it is. The hairpin, you must've dropped it.

Still, the way he sounds assured with his conclusion makes it impossible not to be smug with your rebuttals. It is bizarre for him to delve straight into decisions without considering other known possibilities.

What can be the reason... oho.

“So you mean to say that simply because I went there, I was the one who wrote such a thing? You flatter me, doushin.”

His reaction is kept subtle, but it's no use under your equally watchful eye. There is a slight falter to his confidence, hardly noticeable.

With a slight tip of the chin, you draw out a prolonged sigh before gesturing behind him. He glances over his shoulder and sees a couple of women averting their gazes and speeding away, faces behind their sleeves.

“Surely, you are not blind to the gazes cast upon you by plenty of women. Yes, I came to the police station yesterday, but haven't you thought of the possibility that I was dropping it off for someone else?”

Heizou turns again, eyebrows arched. He doesn't bother hiding his surprise this time, but he's always been the tenacious kind.

One can easily tell that he will not be changing his mind about his answer anytime soon. Well, two can play at that game.

“My intui-”

“My intuition tells me that you came here with the hope that it was I who wrote it,” you cut him off, leaning closer and closer it's almost as if you're about to-

“Is that right, handsome?”

At the whisper, Heizou falls prey to stillness and genuine astonishment, watching as the florist withdraws with a charming smile. She only went close to take her accessory—that is now being slipped into her hair.

After his bearings have returned, he clears his throat and crosses his arms again. He tries not to let the compliment cloud the gears of his mind, though his cheeks are already rather hot.

“Then let me rephrase my question.”

The fixed [c]s on his person makes him feel warmer than usual.

Laid upon the desk is the complaint letter, sliding forward under the timid force of his fingers.

“Did you come to deliver this for somebody?”

He is highly, awfully aware of the soft fingers that graze against his own when [Name] moves to take the paper. Slow and purposeful, as though she's prolonging the 'accidental' touch.

The fact that they both aren't backing down from the others' stare sends a thrum of excitement in his chest. Fluttering butterflies, racing hearts, he yearns for it when the touch finally vanishes.

It takes him his all not to give chase.

“Oh, detective,” [Name] winks. An invitation. “Wouldn't you like to know?”

At least, until permitted.

Heizou's smile doubles in size.

Turns out that his day isn't as boring as he originally thought.

a/n: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the moment 'complaint letter' showed up in his hangout i have gotten this idea ever since ahdjdhjasdhas what better way to return his charm with an equally charming MC? ;) but seriously, i am in love with mutual pining hasdhajksdask

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#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #heizou x reader #heizou fluff #female reader #mutual pining is muah #who doesnt like that trope it is splendid

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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[mochiable]

— how you met nct dream.

anon request: hello! i don’t know if you take this type of request but i would love a scenario on how you meet nct dream ot7 if it’s possible, thank you!

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₊˚✧┆𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

you had been watching that cute boy on the badminton court playing with his friends ever since you had started working in the gym and you couldn't help but become more and more interested in him with each passing day. the noises he made when he hit the shuttlecock, the whimpers that came from his pink fluffy lips when he missed the expected shot and the way he frowned and puckered his mouth when his partner missed were some of your favourite things about going to work. yet you had never been able to strike up a conversation. never until this day, when his friends decided to take a break and go watch the football match, while he preferred to stay and practice a bit more.

"you're good," you complimented him once you approached him and threw him a bottle of water, which he managed to catch on the fly. "thank you," he replied flashing you a shy smile, causing his cheekbones to bulge. "where did you learn all that?" you asked sitting down on the bench at the side of the court. he turned to look at you nervously, setting the bottle down once he had taken a sip. "my father... well... he taught me, i guess," he replied, averting his gaze to anywhere on the court except your eyes. "and what do you like best about it?" you questioned him, watching the feather he was playing with bounce on the ground. "ahhh, i... i like badminton, i mean... i like it a lot, like... the... the... the rackets are really nice," he replied trying to find the right words, looking even more tender than ever and causing a smile to form on your lips. but just then his friends arrived, so you stood up and approached him. "nice to meet you, mark," you bowed your head and he copied you, failing to hide the blush on his cheeks.

₊˚✧┆𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

you snorted once more when the card of the hotel you were staying at wouldn't open the door. you had just taken a dip in the pool and were starting to get cold from wearing only a t-shirt over your swimsuit. you had already used every curse word the dictionary had and still the door wouldn't open. until suddenly you heard a click and it did, so you hurriedly tried to enter. however, something a little softer than the door blocked your way, making you bump into it or, rather, into someone.

“can i help you with something?” the boy smiled kindly as two others a little taller than him appeared from behind. you frowned, looking at the number painted on the door and then looking at the number written on your card. it was then that you realised your mistake, “shit! sorry, sorry. i've got the wrong room,” you apologised, trying to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. “is your room next door?” he asked leaning the side of his body against the door frame, to which you nodded, “i hope to see you again then,” he spoke, as the other two boys who hadn't moved yet tried to hide their laughter. you smiled still a little self-consciously and turned around with the intention of getting out of there. “nice outfit, by the way.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

you were taking the dog for a walk in the park as you usually did, but this day was a bit different. you let the dog loose, trusting him completely, although you regretted it after a second when you saw how he ran away from you, starting to chase a boy riding his bike. you ran after him, calling his name and wishing you were born with more stamina, because your lungs weren’t strong enough for that. the boy slowed down when he noticed the animal running after him, who didn't think twice before jumping on top of him and knocking him off his bike, licking his face while getting petted. when you managed to get to where they were, you apologised repeatedly, getting several "don't worry" from the boy, smiling with amusement at your furry friend.

“i hope your dog doesn't attack me again,” he laughed softly, hopping on his bike and riding off, reassuring you that there would definitely be a next time.

₊˚✧┆𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

in the summer you worked in a flower shop, you didn't get paid much but it was enough to pay for your studies. that day, your boss sent you to the most famous dance company in your city to deliver a bouquet with yellow sunflowers, something strange you had to admit.

leaving the lift you bumped into a handsome guy who apologized for not having noticed and almost destroying those beautiful flowers. as an apology he offered to guide you to your destination and you, a bit shy, accepted shyly. you could notice the look of confusion when you pointed out where you should deliver the sunflowers and, when you entered the room, he didn't hesitate to speak.

“so the flowers are for me, you’re the one sending them?” he approached them to smell their soft, fresh scent and then looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. you shook your head slightly, watching an amused pout form on his handsome face, “how bad, i would’ve wished to receive such a gift from someone so pretty.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

Songpa Naru Park was perhaps your favourite place to spend the afternoon when you didn't have too much to do. coming here, watching the almond blossoms swaying in the wind, listening to the swallows singing and watching families having a good time were your favourite images. you couldn't miss the photographs, you were nobody without your camera and your snapshots.

at that moment, watching the black and white ducks arguing over which part of the lake belonged to each of them, you felt a flash in your right profile, which made you startle and your camera, which was in your lap, rush to the ground. however, a big hand prevented that horrible disaster.

“forgive me,” the stranger apologised, “i didn't mean to,” he showed you his perfect white teeth as he returned the camera to your lap. “did you take a picture of me?” you asked looking in his direction, remembering that bright light. he looked at you with regret and put his hand to the back of his neck, scratching it nervously, “sorry about that too.” you gave him a tight-lipped smile and lifted your shoulders, “don't worry, it's all right,” you replied turning your gaze back to the lake, “it’s beautiful, isn't it?” you asked, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “yes, very pretty,” he replied, looking at your picture on his camera, which brought another smile to your face, a bigger one this time.

₊˚✧┆𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

you were definitely lost. maybe if you hadn't listened to your brother, you would now be at the restaurant where your parents were waiting for you. but obviously, he didn't want to use the gps as he had "memorised the way". and this is when he forced you to roll down the car window and ask some stranger for help.

“excuse me, could you tell me where Las Torres restaurant is?” you asked a handsome guy, wearing a loose summer brown shirt. he smiled at you and asked for your phone so he could write it down for you, which you readily agreed to. “here you go. i’ve drawn you the official route, but also a small detour that will get you there faster,” he explained, handing you back the phone through the window. after thanking him and saying goodbye, he gave you a smile with a wink, which caused a slight blush to appear on your cheeks. you soon learned the reason for this gesture. he hadn't asked for your mobile phone just to guide you, but to write down his number as well.

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

you were having dinner with a friend at one of your favourite restaurants, celebrating the end of the school year and another year of your friendship. however, you weren't paying full attention to your friend, as you were busier watching the boy who hadn't stopped looking at you all night and who, when you looked back at him, looked away, blushing slightly. halfway through dinner you could notice his friend saying something in his ear, looking in your direction, and how the boy's eyes widened while he began to shake his head. but suddenly, the other boy stood up and, ignoring his friend's prayers, approached you with a mischievous smile on his face.

“good evening,” he greeted, interrupting your conversation and resting his hands on the table, “you've caught my friend's eye, but he's too shy and cowardly to come and ask for your number himself, so i’m here to make his dreams come true,” he addressed you with confidence and amusement, pointing to the sweet boy who was now covering his face with the tablecloth. you finally decided to write down your number on the napkin and your heart skipped a beat as the boy smiled shyly at you after receiving the piece of paper with your number written on it.

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[hermette-historian]

The Scientist Behind the Historian

It is another lovely evening, dear friends, and why is this one so wonderful?

Well, simply because this evening four hundred of you have decided to join me on this little journey through the dust-laden history of everyone's favorite SMP. Our hermits of old might be a bit shocked at how many young people just popped into existence in the middle of their spawn jail.

I think perhaps it is time that I reintroduce myself to you, explain a bit about why I've decided to undertake this project, and talk about how I intend to keep it moving forward.

And then in return you all can tell me why it is four hundred of you found my work so interesting, gee whiz.

First,

Who is the Hermette Historian?

A pleasure to meet you all! My name is Wynett Lapour, and contrary to popular belief that is not, ah, by any means my real name or anything close to it. I've received some concerned messages about that, and rest assured it's completely fake (just catchy).

I am a second-year University student studying Physics and Chemistry, with minors in Music and Asian Studies. As you can imagine, that is....a lot of work. I may or may not be putting off quantum physics homework dangerously close to the deadline in order to write this post. Such is my life. COVID-19 sent me home to my parents' house for the past two and a half semesters, though I've had my vaccine and have set up my housing for the fall semester to go back to campus...here's hoping with all my might.

When I'm not writing schoolwork, doing Hermitcraft-related things, or working weekends as a grocery delivery driver for some pocket money, I'm off riding my horse, loving on the dog, or pissing off the aforementioned dog with the sound of a violin or piano or guitar or just my very annoying singing.

This is the dog (big dog):

And this is the really big dog horse (feat. me, hi me!):

The not-so-big dog likes to lay across my lap when I'm watching Hermitcraft, and has developed a particular affinity for Keralis' voice.

So How Does Hermitcraft Fit In?

Believe me, I ask the same question every single day. I've been watching Hermitcraft since my senior year of high school, got obsessed with it because of COVID-induced boredom and lack of social interaction (life sucks when all of the friends you just made at University are now out of state) Oh yes, I should probably mention that I'm American by the way as that seems to be a popular point of confusion for god-only-knows what reason. Why do you all seem to think I'm British? I started this journey out of curiosity four months ago and continued it out of sheer stubbornness, and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. The pattern of taking on all of the things because what is time? Time is fake and I am above that nonsense should be pretty apparent by now, but why deal with that on an introspective level when funny block man and funnier block woman go brrr?

That should pretty much sum up what's going on here. My daily routine consists of Is a Hermit or hermit-adjacent person streaming? If yes, keep stream in background and do school work. Phone off, no food, remain focused until stream ends. When stream ends, walk the dog, eat a thing, get some water, and find another stream. Repeat until no streams, then in this liminal period watch as many historical episodes as you can possibly squeeze in. Watch time may vary, and make posts as inspired.

Of course, this is relatively flexible depending on all of the above factors plus I do have friends that I call and speak to regularly I promise. It's only possible because of COVID restrictions, however, so once my life resumes as normal things are gonna be a little (lottle) bit upended. But we'll figure that out when we get there!

I do plan to get as far through the history of Hermitcraft as I possibly can, and not to end when I finish S1. However at the end of season 1, I'm planning to put out a fair few special things and documents that I've been keeping track of since the beginning! This includes the extremely long, detailed, roundabout server tour that I've been hinting at coming to a YouTube channel near you, Hermit Superlatives! As what will likely be my next long form post, and a document for your viewing and writing pleasure of all of every single on-screen death that I had the pleasure of encountering.

We've got a long way to go, dear friends, so I hope you brought your walking shoes! or movement equipment of the like. I welcome all of your feedback (remember, I'm still very new to this platform!) and I wish each one of you the most pleasant of Saturday evenings.

To many more!

-Wynnie

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