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I LOVE DUNGEON MESHI (19) .

[and-fishing-equipment]

in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD

instead ask:

is it SINCERE

was it CATHARTIC

was it FUN TO MAKE

is it MADE BY ME

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[phyllocnistis]

lesbian pirate x sea maiden smut (alt ending)

as a thank you for 100 followers, here's an edited alternate ending to my sea maiden fic, where she fucking kills you

the sun beat down on you relentlessly. it had been days since your ship wrecked; your skin burnt and cracked, you were looking for salvation. stumbling across the sand in search of fresh water, you find yourself staring off into the jagged rocks beyond you, unsure if you're hallucinating or not. there's a.. woman? in the water? 

that can't be right, you think. shaking your head and rubbing your eyes, you check again and find nothing but chaotic waves smashing against the rock. relieved, you turn back to your pursuit of saving yourself.  she was beautiful, even if she was just a hallucination. 

no more than a few steps from where you had been standing, you stop again, feet frozen in the blistering hot sand. 

somewhere in the distance, over the sound of crashing waves and seagulls, you hear a voice singing. it was beautiful, the tones were woven in and out of the waves, it almost sounded like one complete song. you knew better than to turn around; you'd heard the stories all your life. deep in the ocean lurked haunting and disturbing beings disguised as beautiful women that preyed on sailors in their time of need. there were many versions of these demons, but you were most familiar with the singing ones.. ones that lured you in by singing an almost-too-beautiful song. you knew better. 

and still, you found yourself still, straining your ears to hear it all. you had nothing to lose; you'd surely be dead in a matter of hours, she would at least make it quick..

against your better judgment, you turn towards the sound and are shocked to find her much closer this time, only yards away.

she's so much more beautiful up close.. long, dark hair floated around her in the water, cascading down her back and over her shoulders. she was naked, though her hair covered her breasts, keeping her concealed. 

she looked normal enough, though her eyes were glistening in the sun. they were almost.. silver? like there was no pupil, only a swirling mist in its place. the water was dark, prohibiting you from seeing her lower body. 

inexplicably, your legs began to move, betraying you and carrying you closer and closer to this demon. 

"are you lost, dear sailor?" she said, her voice pitchy and clear, unlike anything you'd ever heard before. 

she pulled herself onto her elbows, pushing her hair behind her shoulder as she did. you tried not to look at her but found yourself staring at her cleavage, breasts pushed to the ground. 

"there is no need to worry, i can help you," she spoke again. you could see her teeth looked... sharper than normal but not completely unseen. 

something about her made you wonder.. made you trust her. 

"i-uh. ah. i-i am. lost, i mean," you stammer out. she laughs at you and you're suddenly aware of your current state: dirty, tattered clothes and emaciated and starving. 

"dear sailor, come to me and i can help you." her voice is commanding but smooth. authoritative. as your feet start to move shakily, she pushes herself back into the water, hair flowing down her back and completely revealing her chest. you're still unable to see her lower body, but as she swims away you catch a flash of what you think is a fin, though it seemed further away than what you'd expect from her. the water was beautiful and clear around her, small waves created from the water flowing off her breasts. her nipples were pinkish, a slight purple hue to them. she looked angelic.. like she could heal you in a moment. 

suddenly, you had arrived at the edge of the water, your feet carrying you there unknowingly. she was back now, almost within arms reach, perched on her elbows and staring at you. cool water soaked your feet as you stepped, desperate to get closer to her. 

she smiled playfully and her teeth were less alarming up front. reaching her arm out, she gestures for you. the second your fingers touch, you're shot through millions of emotions. the joy and suffering of everyone who came before you blasts through your body, tearing away at your edges and corners. it only lasts for a few seconds, though it felt like you had been struck by lighting. 

when you came to moments later, you were laying in the water, your remaining clothes having fallen, or blasted?, off your body. your suitor is nearby, staring at you with those silvery, misty eyes. before you can truly take in your surroundings, you realize you're no longer in pain.. you don't feel hungry or burnt or thirsty anymore, you're completely at peace. the silence is broken by her voice again.

"wow.. you didn't tell me you had such nice big breasts under those awful clothes, though, usually the sailors i meet aren't so... handsome." she said softly, almost drunkenly. 

you could feel yourself starting to blush, your hands instinctively covering your body. 

"no, no. i like it.." she interrupted. looking back to her now, you find a scaly lavender fin flicking in the water behind her.. so she did have a tail. did you care? she'd helped you, you could at least humor her.

"uhh. okay.. thank you for helping me; could you help me find a way off this island?" you ask, hopefully. 

"of course i can, dear sailor. but.. well, it's just that you're the only person i've seen for months, i was enjoying the company. i'd enjoy more too, if you'd have me," she batted her eyes as she spoke and turned herself onto her back, still holding herself up with her elbows. her head hung back and you could see the deep crevices of her shoulder blades. her tail slapped the water, sending droplets spraying over the both of you. something about her made you feel.. complicated. you had been warned against exactly this, heard of plenty of men from your village who had died this way. you were so desperate to get home to see your family.

and yet? you trusted her. 

"i.. i could stay a little longer, i guess.." 

this excites her and she flips over onto her stomach again, eyes wide and mouth grinning. her hands splash in the water, urging you to move closer to her. 

your feet move subconsciously, doing whatever she asks of you and before you know it, you're sat down in the wet sand next to her, leaning back on your elbows. 

you feel nervous sitting there, unable to look at her face. you can feel her staring at you, her eyes boring into your skull. 

"what's such a special sailor like you doing caught out here, anyway?" she asks. her voice fills your brain, you can't tell if she is speaking to you or beaming this to you voicelessly. still, you answer using whatever words you can find. 

"i, uh. my ship crashed into the rocks weeks ago, there was a bad storm, i think.."

"tsk, tsk. don't you know better than to sail during a storm? surely, someone like you should know better.." she touches you again, cool hand on your shoulder. there's no pain that follows this caress.

you look to her now and find her grinning again, her hair wet and loose behind her as the sun reflects off of her glistening skin. 

"i bet you know lots of things," she continued. "like how to win at games or please a woman."

you felt yourself blush, suddenly aware of your exposed chest again. it's true, you did know how to please a woman. but was this a woman? 

"i'm alright at games," you answer, too nervous to look back at her. 

"i can please any man but i've never been given the chance to please a woman," her fingers ran down from your shoulder to the tip of your wrist. you could feel goosebumps emerging despite the blazing heat.

she was beautiful, unlike anything you'd ever seen; half-human, half-monster but entirely gorgeous. watching her hair whip against her sun kissed skin felt seductive. 

"would you give me the chance?" she panted. slithering over beside you, she rested her head on your lap and you found your eyes dancing between her mouth and her chest. you hadn't felt the embrace of another in months and something about her cool skin enticed you. 

"y-yes," you answer with a trembling voice. 

she sprung off of you, diving into the water with excitement. seconds passed before you saw her tail follow- it was longer than you thought. soon, she was back in front you planting a cool, salty kiss on your lips. 

it felt amazing.. her cold body floated on top of yours in the water as she kissed you; her mouth found your neck and soon you were delighted to find her lips wrapped around your nipples. she seemed to enjoy pleasing you and your head fell back into the water in bliss. 

"can i.. try more?" she asked sheepishly. 

you thought about what it might feel like and decided she could, willing to bare the risk for such a beautiful creature. you barely manage to get out a "mmhmm" before she wrapped her arms around your waist and took off into the water, pulling you from your spot in the sand into open ocean. salty water burned your nose as you blasted through the rocks. you knew you would die here.

seconds later, the hard feeling of rock was under you as you were slammed into a mossy sea rock. you noticed your leg hit a sharp rock and a small bead of blood began to appear. the salt in the water should have stung, but before you could register any pain, a new blissful sensation arose from between your legs. looking down, you found yourself laid out on a massive sea rock, several feet in the air. in front of you, almost impossibly tall, was the woman with silvery eyes. she had your legs spread apart and was kissing your swollen labia gently, pausing to run her tongue in between the folds. you let out a whimper and she seems to enjoy this, splashing her tail into the water so forcefully that drops pelted the two of you. 

"is this how you do it?" she asks just before her tongue finds your clitoris. your whole body tenses and freezes up as her cool, soft tongue swirls around you. she's getting off on taunting and teasing you. 

you nod your head, cold bliss spreading through your body. you don't have time to think about how large she must be to be reaching you all the way up here.

"how about like this?" she teases again, gently pushing two of her fingers into you before returning to lick you more. 

you feel yourself clench around her fingers, desperate for her to give you more. desperate to see what she feels like.

still, she wanted to please you and so far, she's doing a good job. she uses her fingers masterfully, pulsing in and out of you and pushing all the right spots. you can't help but squirm and writhe, flexing your hips further into her hand to feel her deeper inside of you. 

"oh we're eager are we? i thought you said you would stay with me longer.."

she wasn't incorrect, you did say that. but right now your mind was racing from her touch and you couldn't help but think about fucking her. what would that feel like?

"i-i. i will stay, i just. fuck that feels so good.." you trail off, your own course hands running over your body.

she accepts the praise eagerly, smiling before biting your inner thigh gently.

she continues licking you until you come from the overwhelming sensations she's providing, something completely non-human. you lay there, spread out and exposed on the rock for several minutes before finally, it's your turn and you're eager to see how you can please her. 

"you are very cute when you moan like that, dear sailor." 

"th-thank you. i. thank you. how can i return the favor?" 

she perks up at this, planting her hands on the rock you're laying on and raising herself up to slap her tail in the water. for just a second, behind the brown locks of hair that seemed impossibly flowing, almost like she was underwater-even though she was several feet in the air, you could have sworn you saw.. arms? it was only a split second, just a glimpse, but you thought there had been an extra set planted just below her shoulder blades that held onto smaller, more jagged rocks below you.. surely not?

you decided you didn't care, you had more important business to tend to.

crawling forward on the cold, mossy rock you were careful not to slip. you approached the edge of the cliff cautiously, the sea-maiden mystifying you with her gaze. 

you swallowed your fears and doubts and cupped her face, gazing into her eyes as the sun began to sink below the horizon behind her. this time it was you kissed her. 

her breath was intoxicating, literally. you felt your mind getting more and more clouded as you kissed her, as her tongue ran over your lips. you found your hands wandering when they should have been frightened, over her back and her hips, which were surprisingly smooth, despite the small patches of scales. eventually they found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently. you felt honored to have this opportunity. 

"can we.. can you help me off this giant rock, please?" you ask, still nervous about falling. she finds you amusing, giggling a little bit before nodding and picking you up again, much gentler than how she got you up here. she whisked you away, back down into the cool waters and into shallow section of the beach, her long tail lapping up behind her as she sat you down. you drank the sight of her in, better than any whiskey or bourbon you'd ever tasted in your years on the sea. you felt a dull ache in your leg from where you had scratched it earlier.

suddenly and unexpectedly, her face changed and looked pitiful, almost apologetic. 

"what's the matter? did i do something wrong?" you plead, hopeful you haven't offended her someway. 

"no, no it's not that, you've been nothing but cordial. it's just.. well, you see.." her voice trailed in and out as she held back tears. 

"there's so much of me, some parts.. worse than others. you might not like them.."

you thought again about all the stories you had heard growing up, the missing posters you'd seen in town. you thought of how she touched you earlier, how she'd healed you. you thought about how you would never get off this island, you'd never see your friends again. maybe you would? maybe she could help? before you got carried away spiraling, you grounded yourself to the situation, staring back at her. her eyes were a dark gunpowder grey now, visibly darker than before. you could get lost in them forever, you weren't sure how long passed before you spoke again.

"i," steadying yourself to sound more confident, "i don't care. i can handle it, i'm sure you're beautiful, i-i know you're beautiful." 

her eyes lightened and she stopped crying, wiping tears away before swimming up to you, her cool nipples brushing your legs as she did. she stared at you deeply before kissing you again quickly then turning and disappearing into the water in front of you. 

you sat there, confused about where she had gone when abruptly, with a loud splash, she perched herself on the rock she had fucked you on earlier. you gawked at the length of her. she sat atop the rock; her tail stretched the full 10 feet to the water where she splashed. in a few areas, small fins protruded from the fleshy, scaly tail. they were dark purple in color and presumably to help her swim. your eyes had just settled on her full body when you noticed the arms- you had seen correctly earlier. four arms, two were normal, human-esque arms, the ones she had used to finger you just minutes ago. 

the others.. were larger. they sat on her back, hidden mostly by her hair, and were far more muscular than the others. they were several feet long, and had bony, lengthy fingers that protruded from tight, purple skin. 

there was something else.. something you couldn't quite see from here- a slit? you weren't sure, but you hoped.. 

with another splash, she slid off the rock, swimming to you impossibly quick. her eyes were ravenous. 

her lower half was much more muscular and sporadically covered in scales around her waist and hips, if you could call them that. the scales were thicker the lower down her body you looked and tucked in between some just below her torso was a slit, probably 7 or so inches long. it resembled something of cunt, though the outside of the slit seemed to be quivering, flowing like seaweed on the ocean floor. at the top of the slit, only inches from where her belly button should have been, a hood covered what you assumed was a clitoris, purple and swollen, pulsing gently. the slit was wet and slick, but not with the water around it.. it was almost shimmering. it was beautiful, you wanted to taste it, drink it.

your eyes found hers again, hers back to their normal color after she'd watch you drink her in. 

"you're still.. not scared?" 

"are you kidding, i. can i-"

"yes. whatever it is, yes, you can." she interrupts, the frills on her slit fluttering as she did. you don't hesitate, standing up and stepping towards her as she laid back on her elbows. staring down at her, you step over her with one leg, lowering your cunt onto hers before reaching for her arms and pulling her close to you to gently lick her nipples. you tease her for what seems like hours, pinching them and biting them. you're trying your best to focus, she's so stunning she deserves your full attention, but the feeling of her slit fluttering against your own clit is distracting you. you've never felt anything like it.. the touch was soft, softer than any flower you'd ever seen, but that shimmery wetness was spreading over your cunt, covering you and providing a light tingling, almost numbing, sensation. the fluttering of the lips felt like her tongue had earlier. it was so incredible, you came again just kissing her. overstimulated but excited, you moved down her, kissing each of the muscles you could see beneath her skin. she was bucking underneath you, the feeling obviously as good for her. in no time, you found her clit with your mouth and with a little apprehension, tugged gently at the hood that covered it. she moaned and you saw her second, longer arms grasping handfuls of sand. fighting your uncertainties, you give in and wrap your lips around the throbbing purple clitoris and suck, your tongue swirling around it while drooled on it. the shimmering wetness was sensational, like the most delicious wine you'd ever tasted. fireworks shot off in your stomach and mind as you listened to her coo and whine, thrusting her body into your mouth. 

you let your hands explore her tail as you sucked on her, surprised by how smooth the scales were before eventually your hands found her slit and began exploring. the frills were delicate but strong, moving in and out of your fingers easily. curious, you let one finger part her lips. she gasped as you broke the surface and pushed further into her, clenching tightly around your finger. 

"more please, can you use more?" her voice was breathy and desperate, unlike any tone she'd used with you tonight. without hesitating, you pulled your finger out and inserted 3 fingers, pressing upwards. it was covered in ridges and bumps and felt almost geometric, totally unlike anything you'd ever felt. 

"please, more," she begged.

you were surprised, but again you pulled your hand out and used your pinky as well. surely, 4 would be enough?

"i said more," she demanded, voice frightening, as her long, spindly arm grabbed yours, frightening you. it pushed your full arm inside of her and suddenly, you were elbow deep in her and she was screaming out in delight. 

you couldn't believe the sight, your whole arm inside of her; it felt like a dream. you flexed your fingers inside, pushing up and exploring the grooves and textures of her. she whined, her head tilted and back arched as you slowly pulsed your arm inside and out of her, building pressure as you did. you leaned down to suck her delicious, sweet clitoris again, now swollen to several inches around, picking up speed fucking her as you did. she squeezed around you, her muscles pulsing and flexing in ways you couldn't imagine. she was strong, almost able to hold your arm still inside her. she was totally alien to you and somehow it felt natural and correct to be here in this moment.

using all your strength, you slid your arm in and out of her and watched as she bucked and splashed in the cool, salty ocean. her pupils darkened, almost black now as she stared back at you, her hands holding your shoulders. 

even her moans sounded rhythmic, musical. she squirmed while you fucked her, your arm covered in the same thick, shimmering wetness that caused it to tingle. even as your arm grew tired, you persevered and continued until she came. when she did, she squeezed so tightly you thought you were losing circulation in your arm. she quivered and pulsed around you before finally letting you go, pulling you close into her chest for a hug using all of her arms. 

"that was.. no one's ever done that to me," she said breathlessly. you smiled and chuckled quietly to yourself. 

"well, i've never done it to anyone before-” your words were cut off by a shooting pain in your side. the breath caught in your throat and you coughed, a warm, metallic taste filling your mouth. you tried to pull away from her, to see what was wrong with your side but as you did, the same shooting pain came from your shoulder. with a gargled scream, you turned your head to find your whole arm gone, sinewy tendons and bone protruding from a loose flap of skin hanging from your neck. you were unable to process anything else as your mind emptied. she let go of you and you fell back, sinking into the shallows. it should hurt, it should sting, but the cool waters felt incredible. you could feel your edges dulling, blending into the water around you as you physically mixed with the ocean your blood turning the whole tide pool a deep, deep red. just as you began to accept your fate, understanding that you had been no better than the sailors before you, a swift yank pulled you deeper into the waves, your body leaving red streaks as it was dragged through the water like a toy. for a moment, your eyes shot open and you felt the pain of water careening past your open wounds. it was so intense that you wished for a swift death, longed to be back on the shore, sunburnt and dehydrated. fortunately, some god somewhere was merciful with you and after only a few agonizing seconds, you lost consciousness for the last time, your body being pulled into the depths of a watery grave.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

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Technoblade x Reader:

Under the FloorBoards: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII,  Pt. VIII, Pt. VX, Pt. X, Pt. XI, Pt. XII, Pt. XII ☁❆

Lost One's Weeping: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two ❆☁

Beauty and the Beast: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4: final, epilogue ❆⚘

Phantom of the Opera AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Final ⚘❆☁

Withered ☁

Where Loyalties Lie ☁

I’m Not Soft ❆

Let Me Worship You ❆

Fight For Me ❆

Royal ❆

Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁

Shut Up and Drive ❆

Written In the Stars ❆

Forgive me father for I have sinned ⚘

Don’t mess with the boss’s wife ❆

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

First Lady of the Court: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III ❆☁

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II, Pt. III ❆

Karlnapity x Reader:

Time Travel is A Tricky Business ❆

Fundy x Reader

Little Fox ❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

Slumber Party ❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

Tis' But A Flesh Wound ❆

Since I've Been Gone ❆

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆

Daddy's Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II, Pt. III ☁

The Women Who Loved a Monster☁

Family SBI x Reader:

Little Hope ❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

Them simping for you ❆

How they Kiss ❆

Them Leaving Marks on you⚘

A Pirates Life for Me ❆

Woes of an Immortal (3k Special) ❆⚘☁

[lonely-lost-soul]

Woes of An Immortal

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for 3k followers and I'm sorry this post came a little late! The vote to win was a one-shot with you all guessed it Technoblade. Enjoy the fluff, smut, and angst that comes with this fic.

As always I love you all and if you have fanart send it my way!

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When Technoblade became immortal his father had told him of the woes that came with it, immortality was a curse, not a blessing. Technoblade would be forced to watch his loved ones and old friends die while he remained young forever. It wasn’t something easy to live with, the guilt he would experience would never truly go away. The curse came with what his father called the voices, they yearned for blood and emphasized he needed a strong will and mind to ignore them. At the time Technoblade didn’t care was young and naive only looking for the power that came with the idea of never dying. He believed he never would fall in love, who would love a piglin hybrid, he was antisocial and okay with living all on his own for eternity. He was okay with never-dying until he met you. 

You were a simple girl in a village he was visiting, you resembled a greek goddess in the old history books his father had gifted him when he inherited immortality. He wasn’t one to fall in love simply based on looks, but it helped. You were in the town center children gathered around your legs as you read them stories. He had just finished tying up Carl when he noticed you were packing up to leave, he kept his eyes trained on you until he saw you were walking in his direction. Technoblade looked away immediately face burning from embarrassment, in his one hundred years of life this was the first time he felt butterflies in his stomach. He heard a soft hum behind him and there you were, god you couldn’t have been older than twenty, a baby compared to him. 

“Are you new here?” 

The question was innocent and held no ill intent, his tongue felt heavy as he nodded. You smiled warmly reaching your hand out to scratch under Carl’s chin, he tensed worried the voices would scream at him for you to stop. They were rather protective of his horse but to his surprise they were silent, he watched you pull a carrot from your bag, and Carl whinnied munching on the snack happily. 

“Do you have a place to stay? My father runs an inn.” 

“I’m here with my father I don’t know his plans. But thank you miss,” 

“No problem. Well if he’s unsure, it’s on the corner just over there. I’ll even give you half-price rooms,” You batted your eyelashes at him, “I hope to see you before you leave.” He watched you wave your hand heading off towards the inn, he felt a large hand grip his shoulder. He glanced up at his father, he was a bit taller than Techno but looked the same age as he did when Technoblade was born. Scars littered his face, and his scruff had turned into a beard over the years. His one tusk was chipped and his red eyes were dull from years of exhaustion. 

“Who was that?” His father’s voice was more profound than his own and Technoblade huffed slightly, 

“Just some women,” Technoblade mumbled, his father watched his expression, raising his eyebrow. 

“That’s the innkeeper’s daughter. (Y/n) I think her name is, young and pretty.” 

“Don’t try it old man.” Technoblade scoffed shoving his father’s hand off his shoulder, “She’s way too young for you. For either of us.” 

“Either of us you say? You mean you would’ve tried?” 

Technoblade stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heels, he turned to face his father, “Don’t.” 

“Don’t what? She’s a pretty little thing.” His father made a womanly shaped figure with his hands, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily. “The children loved her,” 

“Dad please.” 

“You’re almost 25 Techno-” 

“Only by human standards.”

“You’ve never dated a girl.” 

“Dad-” 

“Or guy!” Techno huffed clicking his tongue in distaste eyeing his father wearily and his father only chuckled in response. “Well, you’ll have a lot of time with her cause we’re staying with her and her old man.” Techno grunted pinching the bridge of his nose between his glasses, “It’s just until we make enough money to move to the next town.” 

“Fine. But I don’t want you playing matchmaker or whatever the hell you plan on doing.” 

“My lips are sealed, no matchmaking from your old man.” 

But Techno knew the look in his eye, he’d seen it a thousand times before mischievousness and joy that Technoblade never inherited. He knew this was going to be a long trip if his father continued to act like a child. He only clapped Techno on the back and led him into the inn, he was surprised to see you sitting at the front desk with a notebook in front of you. You seemed to be drawing something, or maybe it was writing something he couldn’t tell. A soft bell rang as they stepped inside and you turned to greet them, he noticed a small flicker of pride in your eyes as you stared at him specifically. His eye twitched feeling frustration bubble up in his gut, you had no right to look at him like that like you’ve won some competition. His dad nudged him forward a smirk playing on his lips and Techno huffed “We’ve come to hopefully take you up on your offer from earlier. If it still stands.”

“Course it does. My father’s out at the moment but I can set you up.” You motioned for them to make their way over, Techno’s father went first and introduced himself, 

“Orpheus. Techno’s father at your service I can cover the stay for both of us and we’ll have separate rooms please.” 

“Father? Why you don’t look any older than he does! What’s your secret? My father's gonna kill you when he sees how young you look!” 

Technoblade groaned as his dad laughed with what seemed to be pride, “Why thank you pretty lady that means a great deal. Techno takes after me you know,”

“Oh, I can tell.” You mused, “you’re both very handsome.” 

Technoblade blushed, he knew he was blushing because he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn hot with embarrassment. He shot his father a frustrated glare, “Ignore him. He’s an ass.” 

“I don’t find him to be that much of an ass.” You laughed grabbing two pairs of keys from behind the desk before walking out from behind it. “Surprisingly I’ve dealt with worse customers, follow me to your rooms.” Both men followed after you, Orpheus headed into the room that was assigned to him bidding you and Technoblade a goodnight. Technoblade noticed you still standing beside him and cleared his throat awkwardly, 

“Uh…thanks for the rooms…” 

“Seriously it’s not a problem at all.” You hummed giving your head a cute tilt to the side, “can I ask you something?” 

“Er…sure?” 

“You looking for a stepmom?” 

“HEH?” He knew his entire face was bright red and he felt jealousy bubble up in his gut unwillingly. You burst into hysterical laughter at his reaction and that only caused his face to burn hotter, 

“I’m messing with you oh gosh! I didn’t know you’d be so easy to tease.” You smiled covering your leftover giggles with your hand. “You’re much more my type,” 

“You’re bold…” He grunted nose scrunching in displeasure, although he didn’t feel that displeased with your comments. 

“So I’ve been told, I’ve also been told it’s charming.” 

“Whoever told you that is lying to you.” 

You tossed your head back and laughed, shoulders bouncing up to your ears eyes filled with pure delight, “Sleep well Technoblade, and have pleasant dreams.” Technobalde watched with careful eyes as you headed off down the hall, he gave a small chuff in your direction. However he couldn’t help but watch your hips and ass sway as you disappeared from his view, he flushed turning away from your figure. God, every minute that passed Techno was turning more and more into his pervert of a father. 

Technoblade awoke with a start, pupils shrinking as the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. There were terrified screams coming from outside the inn and a distinct sound of someone pounding on his bedroom door. “Technoblade! Open up there’s a raid outside in the village, get your sword and get up now!”

Technoblade was out of the bed like a shot, he didn’t have any time to put on armor, he just slid on his briefs and grabbed his sword storming out the door. “Dad!” 

“What kid?” He turned to face Techno, his hair spread out all over the place eyes blazing red ready for the bloodbath. The words stay safe were on the tip of his tongue but instead, he said, 

“Where’s the (Y/n)?” 

“Somewhere in the fray. Find her and keep her safe.” 

Those were the words Technoblade needed to hear before he burst into action. As soon as he demolished the front of the inn the screams were only getting louder and more frantic. Blood littered the streets and the doors of the village and Techno felt his vision narrowing desperately searching for you and you only. He heard another shout and managed to block an incoming attack from a pillager the stopped his ax’s swing halfway with the blade of his sword before running the man through. Blood splattered his chest and face as he pulled the blade out and with a sickening thud, the man fell to the ground. “Mama help!” The voice of a young girl shrieked he turned and saw her cornered by the giant creature known as a Ravager. Before Technoblade moved a blur flew passed him sending loose locks of hair across his face, the smell of strawberries and cedar entered his nostrils and the only thing on his mind was you. He watched as you unceremoniously threw a rock at the beast, it huffed steam pouring out of its nose. 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” Your voice was like a knife as it cut through the pandemonium around you, the creature turned to face you and it gave the girl time to run away in the direction of her family. It stomped its hoof against the ground its voice was a mix of many different animal snarls and you reeled back, Techno saw the panic settling across your face. As soon as Technoblade moved towards you the beast began to charge, your body locked up in panic and fear as a response. Luckily Techno reached you before the monster did and curbed its attack with a swift slice across the side of its face. The Ravager screamed bloody murder turning its sights on Technoblade officially, Technoblade turned to you, his eyes a blazing red, 

“Run.” 

His voice didn’t even sound like his in his own ears, it was the first time he heard them so mad, the voices all shouting to kill the creature in front of him. 

“Come back to me.” You stated sternly grabbing him by the pants and pressing a kiss to his lips, it was quick and he almost couldn’t process it with everything going on around him. You were gone from his body like smoke in the wind, and Technoblade could solely focus on the monster who was in front of him. 

“Alright you freak” he grinned flashing his teeth, “Bring it on.”

~~~

After that the two of you were joined at the hip, Technoblade and his father saved the village and were always welcome there anytime they happened to be in this direction. The village also said they could get any supplies they wanted for an amazing discount, which they both took advantage of without argument. Techno more often than not found himself not going on hunts with his father unless it was necessary and instead spent most of his time by your side. He helped you in the inn, even though he was less than personable to many patrons trying to get rooms he did have amazing stories to keep the patrons who frequented the bar on the edge of their seats. He also had a great habit of convincing you to slack off from your duties leaving most of it to your father, who could only bite his tongue because his daughter had caught the eye of the village hero. 

“Techno not right now…” 

“Are you not on your break?”

“I am but-” 

“Then come on no one’s gonna know.” He mused pulling you close by the hips leg expertly slotting in between them making you shiver against his thigh. “Have a little faith in my ability to please you,” He purred nipping and kissing along the column of your neck. 

‘Need. need. Need. want. Want. want.’ Now that the two of you were offical the voices had started referring to you as Techno’s and he was just realived they all could agree on something for once. 

“Fine…you horny bastard. But you only have until my breaks over!” 

“I can make that work,” He pulled you into the storage closet somehow being able to keep his lips interlocked with your own. You moaned sofly against his lips as his hands found your butt giving it a squeeze before lifting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively went around his waist only serving to pull him closer to your flushed body, your breathing hitched as his tongue entered your mouth only briefly battling for dominance. You let Techno take over rather quickly his one hand began sliding up your waist and landing on the swell of your breast giving it a tight squeeze. He felt you moan at the sensation against his lips and he pulled away from you a string of saliva connecting the both of you, you whimpered and began to unbuckle his pants, he hoisted you a little higher so he could shimmy them down his waist. You purred sofly leaning forward to kitten nip and lick at his neck, he grunted feeling your legs tighten around him, he thanked the gods that you mostly wore skirts and dresses cause all he had to do was hike up the dress to your hips. “Hm?” He panted his hand poking and prodding at your entrance, “You’re already so wet for me? I barely touched you.” He snickered as his fingers disappeared into your folds you let out a needy groan head tossing back against the wall with a soft thud. 

“Hm…Techno more…” You panted pupils blown wide and hazy, “Add another so I can take you…” 

“Yes ma’am.” He purred adding another finger and curling it against the tight spongy-ness of your core. You moaned his name breath hitching in between the moans and he’s never felt more turned on in his life. “Yeah? You like that?” You only groaned louder your walls fluttering rythmically and tight around his fingers.

“I’m close.” You whimpered panting loudly, 

“You ready?” 

“Hmhm.” He watched with glee as you bobbed your head eagerly, as soon as he got confirmation he sheathed himself inside your folds. You both moaned, his head fell onto your shoulder as he panted against your wet skin. 

“God, you feel so good baby…so tight.” He snapped his hips and your moans began to echo off the walls of the room. “It’s like your pretty little pussy was made by the gods just to take me, so good.” Techno continued to growl in your ear nipping and biting at the skin there as he sang praises to you like a mantra. “S-shit-” His eyes shot wide open taking you full force as you began to clench and spasm around him, you shouted his name as you came and he wasn’t that far behind. He stayed inside you for a moment or two longer before you kissed the side of his head, 

“Gotta get back to work…I’m ruined…” 

“Hm good. You’ll think of me all shift,” He mused setting you on the ground watching your mixed fluids run down your legs before you let the dress fall covering up the mess successfully. 

“You’re an ass.” You grumbled opening the door to the broom closet with a huff, 

“You love me.” He spoke without really thinking, it was the first time he ever said it to anyone let alone you, you looked back over at him with surprise. He winced slightly, “er…sorry-” You cut him off with a kiss, 

“I love you too…” You flushed slyly before scampering off back to your job at the inn he felt his heart clench. 

You really were just too adorable. 

~~~

A letter arrived on his desk by a crow, Techno always kept the window of his study open he liked the fresh air to filter through his stuffy office. The crow let out a caw jumping around a little as Techno took the letter from his leg. He recognized it as one of Phil’s crows almost immediately and tore the letter open with his nails, he grunted a little feeling weight on his leg. He looked down to see his daughter clinging to his pant leg, all smiles and a toothy grin. “Now just what do you think you’re doing nugget?” He mused picking her up by the back of her shirt, she giggled loudly as he plopped her in his lap. Holly had your hair and face shape but she was gifted with Technoblade’s red and black eyes as well as her pointed ears. 

“Mama wanted me to come to get you! She said it’s almost time for dinner,” she hummed nuzzling into his chest, his face softening considerably. 

“Tell her I’ll be in, in a minute alright? I just have some last-minute work to do, tell her your Uncle Phil sent a letter.” 

“Okay, Papa. Love you!” 

“Love you to nugget.” He hummed watching as she squirmed off his lap and disappeared through the door. Techno released a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in as he unfolded the letter, his eyes scanned over the ink and he felt his jaw tensing at every word. Phil was practically begging for Techno to head North to help his eldest son Wilbur, apparently the man had gotten himself kicked out of his own country by a dictator. Wilbur and his young companion seek to overthrow this new form of government and need Technoblade's help. A favor for an old friend. His past accomplishments spread that far, he was always known to be calculated, cold and ruthless, but he was younger than. He didn’t have anything to live for, no weaknesses, now, however…he looked up to see you standing in the doorway brow creased in stress.

Even worried you still looked ethereal to him, motherhood and age had taken to you kindly. So far your mortal body had barely any grey hairs and you were still as agile and lively as you were when you first met him all those years ago. “Holly said it was Phil?” 

“I need to leave by tomorrow.” He hated the way his voice shook, he had to clear his throat before continuing, “He’s cashing in a favor…” 

“Then Holly and I will come with you, we’ll pack up our things and-” 

“No. No, you can’t come.” Technoblade stood from his desk taking your hands in his own, they were always so small. He cradled them gently as a deep frown settled across your lips, “It’s going to be a revolution. If you and Holly get wrapped up in it who knows what you’ll be used for it’s too dangerous.” He kissed the top of your head in hopes to soothe you, he could smell your anxiety and could practically hear your thoughts spinning. “It won’t be too long…I promise to get you as soon as it’s safe and I’ll send crows to you every single moment I get. You…probably shouldn’t send any back though…in case they’re intercepted.”  

“Techno, what if we lose you and I never know? What if something happens here? I can’t lose you not to something like this, just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t be killed.” 

“Sweet Thing.” He tutted a smirk resting on his features, “Technoblade never dies remember?” 

“You’re such an ass.” 

“Yeah but I’m your ass.” He snickered capturing your lips in a kiss, and he felt heat like an ignition curl in his gut. His hands reached around to squeeze your ass and you let out the cutest squeal, 

“Techno not now! Holly’s waiting for us for dinner!” You scolded hitting him lightly on his broad chest, he chuckled softly watching your cheeks puff in frustration. 

“Hm…not now,” He mused trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, he felt you shiver beneath his hand. “But tonight. I won’t get to taste you in lord knows how many weeks after today, you’re all mine once Holly is put to sleep.” He could smell the arousal coming off of you in waves and he smirked against your neck, “Yeah sweet thing? Sound good?” 

“Yes…” You whispered quietly face as red as blood, 

“Good girl.” 

When morning came you didn’t want to let Techno out of bed, “Princess I need to go.” He sighed as you buried your face deeper into his chest, you were still stark naked, body covered in bruises and bite marks for last night's escapades. 

“Just stay here with us…” 

“I wish I could. I need to say goodbye to Holly, she was devastated when we told her.” 

“You are her favorite.” 

“I am not.” Technoblade huffed although a bit of pride swirled in his chest, he caught you giving him a look. “Maybe a little, but she’s a daddy’s girl I couldn’t ask for anything better!” 

“Yeah…yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled sadly brushing hair away from your face, “I’ll write every day.” 

“Swear?” 

“I swear.” Technoblade noticed the furrow in your brow wouldn't disappear and he placed his large hand on your cheek. “What’s wrong…other than me leaving that is.” 

“Depending on when you return I’m not…I won’t look the same. I’ll be older…What if you don’t recognize me?”

“Even if I’m gone for years I’ll always recognize you. You’re my wife it’s not your beauty that wormed its way into my heart it was your personality. I told you when we got married that even though I’m immortal you’ll always have my soul until the day you die.” He kissed your forehead softly, “Plus I love me an older woman.” “Okay time to leave.” You huffed and he chuckled fondly peppering your face in light kisses, “Send me a letter as soon as you can.”

“Of course. Love you.” 

“Love you too.”

~~~

Trust was always something Technoblade valued, he’s been away from his wife and daughter for years now. Only sending letters and never getting anything in return was slowly killing him, however, he finally began to believe he was safe on the far outskirts of what was once known as L’manburg. His execution came and went and he showed those who were after him that he was never to be trifled with nor was anything he held dear. He felt like it was finally safe for you and Holly to be by his side forever, the only problem was Tommy. This kid was now living with him and Technoblade was beginning to see him as an apprentice, he had always emphasized how important trust was with the boy. He showed him his Wither Skull bunker and that seemed to get the point across and Tommy was much more forthcoming with the hybrid. 

“Tommy pack your stuff we’re going on an adventure, I got one more secret to show you.” 

“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy seemed more excited about the idea of an adventure than whatever the secret Techno had. “When are we leaving? It's been so boring here lately! All the training has been b-o-r-i-n-g!” He punctuated by throwing an arm around Technoblade’s shoulders, the hybrid shoved him off with a huff. 

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” 

“Sorry for wanting you to be able to protect yourself.” Tommy mimicked wiggling his fingers, 

“You know maybe I won’t take you with me-” 

“Big man! Big man come on I was kidding! Don’t be like that!” 

“We’re leaving at dawn. You’re in charge of packing the food and water for yourself understand? I’ll let you borrow one of my horses.” 

“Carl?” 

“Absolutely not.”

The morning rolled around and it was Tommy who was up and awake first, on occasion Tommy reminded him of Holly, even if it has been a few years since he saw his daughter. They both had the same energy at times and maybe that’s why Techno always had an odd sort of soft spot for the blonde boy. Technoblade got both of their horses set up and put the saddlebags on making sure to fill it with enough rations for the both of them because knowing Tommy he probably wouldn’t listen to Technoblade’s instructions. Tommy was beside him with his turtle shell helmet on top of his head and the ax of peace was strapped securely to his back. They set off due South, every so often Technoblade would look at the sky to make sure they were going in the proper direction. Even though he hadn’t been to your village in years he still knew the way there like the back of his hand. 

After all, Technoblade never forgot a place that held such meaning. 

It took them about a full day to get there, the moon was rising in the sky as they approached the village. Tommy’s face was set into a frown his eyebrows raised practically into his forehead, “So…is this a pit stop for the night or?” 

“Nah this is it.” 

“Er…I hate to break it to you but this is just like any old village? What’s so special about a dumb village? They got like epic trades or some shit?” Techno rolled his eyes hopping off Carl and tying him safely to a fence post and motioned for Tommy to do the same, his young companion did the same with a little trepidation. 

“Come on I’ll show you,” Technoblade began to walk through the rows of houses the villagers who were awake seemed to stop and grin at the very sight of the hybrid. Hushed whispers began to filter through Tommy’s ears and he subconsciously pressed himself closer to Techno, 

‘Is that Techno?’

‘No way he hasn’t aged a day!’ 

‘Someone tell (y/n)!’ 

Tommy wasn’t sure who this ‘(y/n)’ person was but ran into Technoblade’s back as he suddenly stopped short. They were standing in front of a cottage, beautiful vines wrapped around the wood and it seemed like wisteria were growing. You always loved to garden and the house looked beautiful, even more, beautiful than when he left it. The door swung open and before them was a young, teenage girl her (h/c) hair was pulled into two twin braids little tusks poked out from her bottom lip. Her eyes seemed to swell up with tears a pout settled on her face, Tommy looked between the girl and Techno and his stomach flipped the resemblance was uncanny. 

“Hey Nugget…” The girl made a noise launching herself at Technoblade, Tommy moved quickly to grab his sword but paused seeing Technoblade wrap his arm tightly around the girl. She was sobbing and Technoblade kissed all over the side of her head, looking at her more gently than he’s ever looked eat everyone. “I missed you…” 

“I missed you too dad…”

Tommy blanched, “Did she just say, dad?! Techno man what the fu-” 

Techno didn’t seem to be listening to Tommy because an older woman appeared in the doorway, the late thirties or early forties at most, her hair was speckled with grey but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were as wide as saucers an apron was tied around her waist, “Technoblade?” 

“Princess!” Techno let out an almost wet laugh charging to the door and wrapping you in his arms. Your scent was the same cedar and strawberries he almost cried smelling it on your skin, you were just as beautiful as he remembered you being. “I’m home…” Now she did begin to cry, weep openly in fact, she pulled away smashing her lips against Techno’s who gave a soft groan of pleasure. How he missed the feeling of your lips on his own, he wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you senseless but his daughter and friend were watching. He rested his forehead against your own, he Tommy was cursing like a disgusted sailor behind him but he didn’t care, he only cared about your voice.

“Safe? Are we finally safe?” 

“Yes, sweetpea. We are safe.” Technoblade whispered softly before pulling away completely, “Tommy come here.” Techno waved the boy over, he hesitantly walked towards the two aware of the teenager following behind him. “Tommy this is my wife (Y/n) and our daughter Holly,” He introduced and Tommy’s jaw went slack, “Sweetpea this is Tommy, my apprentice.” 

“You have a wife and you never told me! A wife! Am I the only one without a wife!” He practically shrieked, “And you have a kid? What the fuck Technoblade! How?! Why?” Tommy looked at you in awe, “this one really? What the living fuck! Who else knows about this!”

“Just Phil and now you.” 

That seemed to stun the blonde into silence, “Only me and Phil?” 

“Phil and I.” Holly corrected with a cute twitch of her ears, Tommy glared at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“Holly be polite.” You scolded softly opening your arms and wrapping Tommy in a hug, he made a sound of stress blinking a few times, “Welcome to the family Tommy.” He grew stiff in your hold before letting out a shaky breath and hugging you back in return, he held on probably a little longer than necessary. 

“Thank you…” He whispered against your neck before pulling away with a cough, “It’s nice to meet you wife and child of Technoblade.” 

“The pleasure is ours, please come in I just finished making dinner. There’s more than enough to go around, I never could break the habit of cooking for three.” You laughed softly feeling Technoblade’s hand on your back grounding you to the moment, “Do you like steak?” 

It took Tommy a moment to register she was talking to him, “Er yeah. Sounds good to me, I’m not one to complain about free food.” 

“Potatoes just the way you like it too Techno.” 

“You’re such a saint,” He breathed leading you through the door and everyone else followed behind the husband and wife duo. Tommy looked around the small cottage taking in everything that involved Technoblade in his earlier years, before L’manburg before the war. He fell back and watched as Holly took her seat at the table, and Techno sat beside her it’s when he could really take in the resemblance between the self-proclaimed blood god and his daughter. You were cooking on the stove smiling to yourself, he still couldn’t believe he was hiding an entirely new life and one that was so domestic. “Tommy. Take a seat. You look like you’re going to shit your pants.”

“Language.” Holly hummed and Techno let out a disgruntled ‘heh’ in response to his own daughter's scolding. Tommy snickered sitting on the other side of Technoblade turning to you, 

“So I have to ask how good is Techno in bed?” 

“Tommy!” Technoblade snarled face glowing red, you only laughed in response to his question, 

“You’re a troublemaker aren’t you?” You mused setting dinner down in front of him, and Tommy scoffed 

“Nah I’m a basically a saint lady. Don’t I just radiate angelic innocence?” 

“You radiate something all right,” Techno grunted, and this time it was Holly who snickered clearly enjoying the bickering. 

After dinner, you helped Tommy set himself up in the guest room, which he was very much grateful for, loudly declaring that you two love birds and keeping the volume down before disappearing. Techno’s arms immediately snaked around your waist squeezing you tightly, lips and trailing down your neck tenderly. He felt your neck vibrate as you let out a pleased and breathless hum, “Bed?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Once the two of you were secure and safe inside the room Technoblade allowed himself to finally fully relax in the presence of his once own home. He glanced over at you and felt himself smiling, mostly due to the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since he arrived back here. “Come here, Sweet Thing.” He opened his arms and you fell into them, “We’ve both had quite the adventure huh?”

“Shut up and hold me…” 

He chuckled running his hands through your hair, “It looks good all salt and peppery I like it.” You pulled away to glare up at him, he noticed the wrinkles by your eyes and lips and felt his heart swell with adoration. “What? I do you’re aging like a fine wine. I love it age looks good on you. Just like pregnancy did- Ow don’t hit me!” 

“You’re just as horny as when I left. Age didn’t do you well it seems, you didn’t mature at all.” You scoffed but your voice was light and airy, showing no real malice and Techno’s grin only widened. 

“I’d argue I’m hornier because we’ve both had quite the dry spell, a few years now right?” He teased and he watched you flush pink. His hands were already on your ass giving it a playful squeeze, “unless, of course, you’ve been a naughty little girl hm?” 

“Of course not.” You answered quickly, “you’re my husband. You’re the only one for me, I love you.” He felt his heart swell immensely hearing those three words and he captured your lips in a kiss and he sighed softly against them. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him flush he awkwardly backed up his legs hitting the bed before pulling you down on top of him. 

“You’re coming home with me. You and Holly, it’s safe I’m never going to be without you again. Neither of you girls. Phil, Tommy, and I will protect you I’d trust them with my life.” 

“Promise me.” You whispered lips hovering above his own, “That we’ll be with you for the rest of our lives?” 

“I swear it,” Technoblade assured, hands cupping your cheeks, “We will spend the rest of our lives by one another's side.” He groaned once more as your lips connected with his own, he really couldn’t believe how touch-starved he was without you by his side. “You’re so hot seriously, you’re like a sexy mom.” 

“I am a sexy mom.” You snorted as he broke the heated kiss with the comment, 

“Yeah but I feel like I’m like you’re my friend's mom and we’re home from school and me and you are having a scandalous relationship-” 

“You’re disgusting.” You sat upon his hips throwing your head back in laughter, he smiled bringing his lips to your neck nipping at your jugular.

“MILF.” 

“You’re a child.” You snorted letting out a small whine as he dragged his tusks down the collum of your neck, “Techno…” 

“Yes?” 

“Fuck me?” 

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” He purred.

~~~

It wasn’t long after you returned with Tommy and Technoblade when you fell ill for the first time, neither you nor Holly seemed used to the cold atmosphere where he made his home. It remind Techno how fragile you were and he fretted over you like a nervous parent would a toddler. You assured him it was just the flu and you’d be recovered in no time, you were right as usual and you soon adapted to the cold. Holly fell in love with her new home, she especially liked to spend time with Uncle Phil and Techno’s new neighbor Ranboo. As the years went by no one dared to mess with him or his happy little family, especially after the SMP got word of what Technoblade did to Quackity when he kidnapped Techno’s horse. They couldn’t even begin to imagine what Techno would do to someone who harmed his wife or child they would shiver at even the thought of the repercussions. As the years grew Techno remained the same age, the same looking he watched the world around him grow and change while he and Phil remained the only constants. He watched as Holly grew into a lovely young woman, with a knack for adventuring and getting into trouble with Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo. She was just as reckless as Technoblade was at her age which was saying a lot, he felt like he always had to have one eye out for her which was hard to do when he had the other eye trained on you. Your hair had finally went fully white and it matched the snow outside their home, but you still held your smile and the light in your eyes. However, he couldn’t help but fret over you, it was clear your body was growing weaker and weaker as the years continued to tick by. 

Then you got sick. 

Not like the flu, this one swept you all too quickly one winter leaving you throwing up and coughing blood up into tissues in a way like Techno had never seen before. Phil and he tried all sorts of healing potions but nothing seemed to work, you only grew worse until you could barely get out of bed. Phil had whispered to Techno that night that he needed to prepare to lose you a little sooner than he expected. Techno felt his heart shatter at the idea, they didn’t have enough time together. He fell into a spiteful rage bubble in his gut, not at you but at the gods for cursing you with the ability to age. Cursing the gods of time that so much of his had to be spent away from you and his daughter, it wasn’t fair. You were still so young…weren’t you? He had stopped counting, as the numbers increased it only made worry and anxiety churn in his gut. Maybe he should’ve kept better track, if he did maybe he would’ve caught the illness more quickly and you would still be okay. 

“Mate you need to go be with her…” Phil interrupted his self-destructing thoughts, “You should spend however long you have left with her by her side and smiling.” 

Death was never easy, not for anybody but especially not for an immortal. As he held his lover's hand, he watched her eyes close peacefully, her white hair framed her face like a halo. He took in her appearance, smile lines, and forehead wrinkles, but she kept her love and her sharp wit throughout their life. He thought back on the many times as he got older that you told him he should move on but he never did. You were his soulmate, his lover, and his person. The child the both of you made was in the other room weeping softly, but he wanted- no needed- to stay with his wife. 

“It’s okay…we’re all here you can let go now sweet thing. My beautful, princess.”

A whisper like a butterfly's breath was all it took for you to go. He watched her breathing slow, the breaths were long until they finally came to a stop. It didn’t stop the tears from falling, fat and wet down his cheeks. He wished he could’ve died with you, he would’ve given up everything for you. He would’ve fought even the strongest Gods if it meant he could have even one more night by your side. He felt his body shaking as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, you were older physically but to him, you were still the same you from all those moons ago. It was then he realized his father had been right all along. 

Immortality was a curse.

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The One Who Speaks

C!Technobladex Fem!Reader

(You and Techno used to be best friends until he developed a crush on you now suddenly 10 years have passed and all you want is a glimpse of him)

Warnings - A/N: Physical Touch, Make-out session but nothing too heated.

FLUFF!

Word Count: 2.5k

Traveling to Philza’s place for your monthly visit was a nice time to reflect, maybe to do something different, maybe don’t travel through the ocean with nothing but your backpack until you come across a shipwreck to make a boat. Yeah, reflecting. Visiting Philza gave you a sense of peace, hearing his stories, seeing he’s doing alright after everything, seeing it’s possible to move on from things you thought would be forever. He gives you hope that one day you might move on from your own problems, like being alone 24/7, traveling to pass the time, and having this stupid “crush” on Technoblade. When you were pre-teens he all of a sudden stopped paying attention to you and all you could do was accept it, you left him in the dust on your horse, sent away to live with your aunt that was hundreds of miles away. You only started visiting Phil when you heard about the town being blown up, you wanted to make sure he was ok. He was like family to you, so one year ago you decided to make the trip to see him and now you go once a month to catch up. When you first went the first thing you asked him was, “Is Techno ok?” He smiled and shook his head softly, “Y/n, you know him…” he walked to the table you were sitting at with two mugs of tea in his hands, “Technoblade never dies.” You smiled with him, “I don’t know him now but yes. He never dies.” He pressed his lips together at your comment, putting one of the mugs in front of you. You thanked him, and picked it up to warm your hands, “Where is he, if you don’t mind me asking?” Phil looked at you with pity written all over his face, “I don’t mind and remember that, but darling I’m going to be honest with you.” He sighed looking down at his mug, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, he rarely speaks to me anymore…” Your eyes widened, you felt a rush of coldness washed over you. You became cold to the touch even with the hot cup in your hands, “I take that back actually,” You looked up from the mug, ready to take anything he had of Techno, “He checks on me from time to time, sometimes even spends the night but he walks around like I’m not there.” Your eyes soften at his words, sorry for what’s happened between them. You looked at his free hand, taking it into yours and squeezing it, “I’m sure he has his reasons.” He nods, flashing a quick smile. You were worried but you “knew” Techno and he would never neglect someone or something unless he had a reason to but you still questioned it when it came between you and him.

You were still miles away from Philza’s house, and wondering if you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. You slow your horse down and take a look at your map, glancing in all directions trying to see anything familiar, then you see a landmark that’s on the map. You exhale, the anxiety dissipating as you put the map back into your bag. You snap the reins to walk again when you see a shadow on the ground, a shadow that could only be made if it was in the air. You have your horse come to a complete stop, sliding off and looking at the shadow then up into the sky. A bird was flying high in the sky, making circles around you. You whistle, bringing it down to you. The bird lands and you notice it was a crow! All you could think were negative thoughts, hoping to God that Phil was okay. You pull some seeds out of your side bag, pouring some on the ground for the crow. The crow hops over and sets a scroll down before pecking at the pile of seeds. You pick the scroll up, standing to look at it better.

My dearest Y/n, you’re probably worried that something’s happened to me but I couldn’t be better, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’ll be having company over while you're on your way. I don’t know how far you are but I hope you aren’t too far. I would like you to see them before they have to go, Love Phil.

You smile down at the lovely note, thinking that Tommy might have been there but you have talked to him before at Phil’s house so who could it be. You ponder on it for quite a moment before your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

It could be Techno, you thought.

You roll the scroll back up and put it in your bag, seeing the wonderful crow ate all the seeds up, you chuckle and decide to give him more just out of likeness of the note. You get up on your horse, snapping the reins one last time before setting off to Phil’s house, which wasn’t more than a few miles away.

You see Phil’s house appear in the distance, grinning and kicking at your horse to go faster for this last stretch. All you could think about was possibly seeing Techno, finally locking eyes with him after all these years. You slow your horse down as you approach his house, hopping off before he even comes to a complete stop. You shake dust out of your hair and pat yourself down before knocking on the door. You knock on the door and wait for someone to open it for you. You turn around to your horse that’s neighing at you from behind, you try your best to shush him but he decides to be stubborn after a long and hard ride. You wave him off as the door clicks, you whip your head around to meet Tommy, “Tommy!” You yell, “Ay!” Tommy yells back pointing finger guns at you. You smile at him, raising your arms up to hug him. Laughing as he picks you up and spins you around in the house. Closing the door as he sets you down, “Come on, I want you to see someone.” He says, too fast for you to understand but grabs your hand just as quickly as he spoke pulling you towards the kitchen. Light-headed from the laughing and spinning you stumble behind him, trying to not fall to the ground. He slows down, walking into the kitchen. You keep your hand in his, waiting to see the one and only Techno but when you round the corner you’re met with a transparent figure, almost shiny with the sun beaming through it. You narrow your eyes as it turns around, “Guess you weren’t expecting me?” It says, you’re left speechless, mostly trying not to cry. It was Wilbur. Phil told you about the war, when Wil told him to kill him. Holding back tears, you cover your mouth, “Wil?” You knew it was him but you had to make sure. He nods, making you whimper. You walk up to him knowing you would go right through but you wanted to be close. You breathe out as you look at his face, so dark and light. You raise your hands, roaming the air where his face would be but all you could feel was freezing air. He brings his hands to your wrists, marking them with cold rings. You chuckle softly as tears fall from your face, trying to smile but wince at the every-longing want of his hands in yours. He was such a big inspiration of yours but when you heard he had turned evil it was hard to think of him highly. But then, you heard of his death and it shattered you. When you were little, he was always there for you, especially when Techno started to grow distinct, he was there. You missed him so much but now seeing him, his presence, you finally had closure.

You take a deep breath in and let it out, keeping your eyes on him as you step away. Walking backwards to Tommy, you look at Wilbur one last time as he waves at you. You give him a small wave back before he dissipates into thin air. You turn around to bury your face into Tommy's chest, he hugs you back with watery eyes. You could hear him sniffling, you chuckle, “It’s ok Tommy, he’s in a better place now.” He rubs his eyes and scoffs, “What do you mean, I know that, why wouldn’t I know that. I mean look at me.” You remove your face from his chest, as you look up at him, “I know you needed that as much as I did.” He scoffs again, “No I didn’t, I was perfectly fine without him.” You laugh, making him laugh too, as he shakily breathes in and out, “Oh, how I missed him.” You wipe tears off your face, “Me too Tommy, me too.”

You and Tommy were sitting at the kitchen table laughing when the both of you hear the side door open and loud boots fill the house as they stomp off whatever was on them. You look at Tommy with confusion but all he does is smile, making you even more confused. A loud nauseated voice booms through the hallway, “Hey Phil there’s a random horse eating snow in the front, it has a bunch of stuff on it too-” The giant stops in his tract, this time very real. When he sees you, he pulls his mask down from his face, “Y/n?” You stand up, your eyes not believing it, your mind not believing it, but your heart does. Your heart believes it’s really him, it’s really Technoblade. You clear your throat, not sure what to say, “Uh- hey-” You were always speechless around him, never knowing what to say, how to say it. He takes a step closer as he pulls his gloves off, “Uh…” He couldn’t speak either, his eyes were roaming your body, he wanted them to do all the talking. You and Techno stand there in place just looking at each other for a good moment.

Tommy stands up, making sure to make as much noise as possible, “Hey big guy, how was work-” Techno leans down to Tommy ear’s, “Get out.” Tommy mouths ok and walks off to the front door, saluting at you. You watched him as he walked and saluted back at him. You put your gaze back on Techno noticing he was a little closer than before. You don’t think you can hold it in anymore but with it being 10 years, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You watch him as he stops just a couple feet away from you, your breathing becomes heavy, heat rushes to your cheeks. You open your mouth to speak but nothing except a chuckle comes out, he watches you look at the ground and to the side looking out the window. Every inch of you is on his mind, he takes his hand and brings it to your chin to draw your attention back to him. You look at him with doe eyes, thinking about all the times he looked at you with those same charming eyes. You pull away though not wanting to get too close, not wanting to feel the same urge you felt when you were just a kid. You look away towards the window for a second but he pulls you back, now arm around your waist and hand on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

You find it hard to not look at him with your faces only inches apart, his long pink hair falling over his shoulder and into his face. You cave in finally, your eyes traveling his face for it has been too long since you’ve seen him, “Techno…” You breathe out, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. You find the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shoulder with the other. Gripping at his shirt, he looks down at your lips, “Why did I wait so long?” Your heart flutters at his words as they roll off his lips and onto your own. You mouth I don’t know, giving him a weak smile. His lips part as he moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, running it along once before diving into a deep kiss. You took a breath before his lips crashed down on yours, interlocking your fingers in his hair. He pushes you against the table a little rough, “Sorry.” he says in between a kiss. You couldn’t care less about being rammed into a table but you loved that he cared for you, “It’s ok.” You whisper, keeping the kiss going and placing your hands on the table to brace yourself. He slowly snakes his tongue into your mouth as he finds your hands and intertwines them with his. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue roaming your mouth, you grip his hands tight, making him moan. He continues to kiss you like it was the last time you were ever going to see each other, touch each other. But he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to pull himself away from you ever again. He wanted you more than ever before, finally having you in his arms.

You slowly start to pull away but Techno wants one more long kiss before accepting your movement, resting his head on your shoulder. He needed that break as much as you did, his breath raspy and deep on your neck. You wrap your arms around him, as he does the same. You look up to the ceiling with tears in your eyes, happy tears. Happy that you finally get to express your loving feelings to this hunk of stoicness. He glides his touch from your waist to the back of your legs, picking you up and putting you on the table with no effort. You gasp when he picks you up, looking deep into his eyes to find love and affection. He pulls you as close as possible, making you wrap your arms and legs around him. You rest your forehead on his, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help but do the same. Your smiles always gave him warmth, from his ear tips to his toes. He always liked that about you and it has never changed, even after all these years his memory of you has never faded. He leans back so he can see you better, scanning for any new details.

He cups your cheeks and rubs his thumbs on your skin. He’s hot to the touch, making you want to melt in his arms. A single tear falls from your eye, he’s quick to gently wipe it away, kissing where the droplet was then kissing your forehead. He looks down at you, taking an impossible step towards you, “I’ve loved you for too long, to give up,” He pauses and glances at your lips, “I’ll make it my life’s mission to never let you go…again.” Your breath hitches, you couldn’t believe he was saying this to you, finally. You let out a breath with a big smile and your head vigorously nodding at his remark. He smiles back with a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. He picks you up and spins you around for a moment then plants you on your feet. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you give him a couple of nice soft pecks on his chapped lips. You were forever happy to have him by your side now, even if he had to work. The both of you hear the side door open, “Techno! I need your help with the hay bales!” Philza’s voice rang through the house before you both heard the door close and footsteps went down the outside stairs. You look up at him and pout. His eyes narrow down the hall towards the side door, “He can wait.” Before you know it you're off up the stairs to the spare bedroom Techno sleeps in, making sure to lock the door behind him.

[squinch-depraved]

p! link masterlist ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

!!! submissions are open if you have a link you'd like to share !!!

꒰ thank you to everyone who sent stuff for this, i hope to continue adding to it !! ꒱

✦jschlatt:

the one that started it all

sitting on his lap

short but sweet

i could totally see him waking you up like this

he would absolutely film this you can't convince me otherwise

unpaid intern schlatt 1

unpaid intern schlatt 2

✦ted nivison

him holding you in his lap and playing with you

making him eat you out while you read

just kinda grabbing him

bathroom sex

ted and his stupid little apple watch

✦charlie slimecicle

lazy sex with charlie

slow and romantic

pounding up into you from behind

holy fuck this one is so perfect

you cannot tell me he wouldn't be into this

teasing you

jerking him off like this>>>

✦cooper cscoop

cooper links coming soon !!

✦hasan piker/hasanabi

bulge thread !!

[lukewarmpetulance]

I'm tired of thinking like I was born with the wrong genital organs. I didn't get the ones whose bearers are respected and praised in this sick society I've grown up in. I'm tired. I don't want to be here.

-Jamima, the girl who painted her walls deep blue and yellow, the paradox.

[lun1st]

when someone says something about my appearance and all of a sudden i’m rethinking all of my life choices.

[sprout-lmao]

Why can’t I be a real boy?

I See boys having fun hanging out with they’re friends, laughing and stuff, meanwhile us girls have to deal with seeming uncool.

being a girl sucks, I wanna be a real boy.

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

No one talks about living clothes! It would be SO HOT if one day, I decide to splurge on some cute lingerie. I get a few bra and panty sets that offer a ton of support and make me feel hella confident. And they fit so well! After a long day, I reach for my vibrator to unwind when I suddenly feel, strange.

There’s already a pulsing in between my legs because of how worked up I am, but suddenly I feel…different? I feel these tentacle like things licking and sucking my clit. My panties are changing shape somehow, morphing into something else entirely! Next thing you know I get fucked by my lingerie until I pass out. I’ll never need to reach for my vibrator again! It’s not a want it’s a NEED

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[service-mutts-doghouse]

Woah i like this alot

[lizhaoyu]

Do you take smut requests? If yes maybe giving Iso a blowjob? 👀 I wanna choke on that dick ngl

What the hell guys I would never ever write smut what the fuck

(NSFW under the cut 🤤)

How did you even get here?

One second, you were teaching this newbie Agent the basics of proper spike defusal. He was pretty cute, his hands were shaking and everything, and when you'd hold him to stay steady, you felt like he'd just start shaking even more.

You could tell he wanted something from you. You could tell by the way he was breathing heavily, purposely messing up just so you can touch him some more. And when you do touch him, you could almost hear his small whimpers. Was this guy a manwhore or what?

This poor, poor guy. You thought that maybe he just needed some help, maybe you can take him into your room and "talk" to him or something.

Now, here you were, giving this poor man a great time. You didn't expect this guy to have the biggest dick you've seen in your entire lifetime.

Sure, you've never given head to anyone before, just seeing a couple pictures of dicks because horny fucks online love sending them, but this guy's cock was just too much.

His dick was practically standing proud and tall, his tip leaking copious amounts of precum. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that this is Niagara Falls.

This guy was a whimpering and moaning mess. He was begging you to touch him already, jerking his hips upwards.

"Chill out," you laugh, "You're leaking so much."

You poke the tip a few times, which led to more precum, and loud moans from Iso.

Goddamn this man was fine. Maybe you'd give in to your worldly desires just this once.

You slowly stroke his cock up and down, eliciting whimpers from him. Your fingers were stained with his sticky cum, but that didn't really stop you.

And apparently, it also didn't stop him from jerking his hips upwards and begging you to keep going.

So, you did. You took his tip into your mouth, tasting the slightly salty cum on your tongue. It was hard to take it all in, especially since his dick is like, a fucking horse cock idk, but his hip jerking made it all the more easier.

His moans filled the room, whimpering your name over and over, while his tip hit the back of your throat perfectly.

You were practically gagging, but hey, who doesn't wanna gag on and choke yourself with a huge cock?

Things didn't last long because Iso was very horny and a manwhore and ended up cumming all over inside your mouth.

You swallow his thick and sticky cum, before pulling away. God, this guy was still fucking hard? He's a manwhore confirmed.

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(A/N: guys what the fuck ummmmm he's literally my husband and i just woke up and started writing smut bro like what. also, part three of why so shy is cumming soon (haha get it ahhahahaha I wrote this in 30 minutes come on i havent even woken up fully yet))

[aklxojjk]

Chica Tímida

[ Gekko x Fem!Reader ] Gekko looks through your phone and finds the Spanish lessons Reyna was giving you.

note - This has the smallest amount of lore, reader understands Spanish but doesn't know how to speak very well, i got most of my Spanish from my Mexican friend so if its wrong please let me know. ALSO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR.

w/c - 2k

warnings - Smut, praise, dirty talk, dirty talk in Spanish, very passionate, riding, fingering.

purple text is Reyna and green is Gekko in case y'all get confused.

MDNI

You sit up in your small but comfortable bed rubbing your eyes, looking at your clock it shines a bright 7:00 AM at you. Groaning slightly you get up and make your way to the bathroom, turning the lights on you start brushing your teeth immediately. After getting done with your daily skincare routine you change into more acceptable clothing, since you sleep with just panties and a shirt on every day.

Making your way to the kitchen you see a bare-faced Reyna drinking some black coffee. 

"Good morning chica." She says in between sips.

"Morning... I just had the worst sleep ever, felt like I just took a nap, you?" Yawning you make your way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs with bacon.

"it was alright, our work has been pretty complicated lately" She looks at you with a sly smile. 

"Why are you looking at me like that Reyna... What did I do this time?" you give her a smile taking the seat in front of her, taking a sip of your coffee.

"How have you and Gekko been?" Her tone is playful.

"We've been good unless he told you otherwise…?" your statement comes out more like a question.

"No, he told me you guys were closer than ever... but he wishes you were closer if you know what I mean." she sips her coffee nonchalantly.

"I see, I mean the only reason I've been hesitating is because I wish I could talk to him more you know... sensually but in Spanish." looking away from her, you feel your cheeks grow warm. 

Your relationship with Reyna has always been really good even before Gekko joined the team, but recently you noticed that she has been talking to him more, and that made you feel as if you couldn't share information with her about your relationship with Gekko. Maybe it was the fear that she would disapprove of you guys relationship or perhaps you were just too timid to share all the details.

"How about I teach you some phrases?" 

"Please do" Pulling up the notepad app on your phone you give her a nod as if to say 'I'm ready'

"Just give me your phone I'll write them down for you"

You immediately give her the phone and finish your breakfast, grabbing her empty plate and putting it in the sink. When you come back she puts your phone in front of you, smirking.

"'Okay let's see if the pro has game" You smile at her and pick up the phone.

qué guapo estás

me encatas

estoy loca por ti

Estoy pensando en ti todo el tiempo

estás bueno

cógeme

https://www.spanish_pillow_talk.com

You can understand most of these except for the word before the link, they were normal compliments one would give their partner.

"What does cógeme mea-" Your sentence is cut short when wingman jumps in your lap, meaning Gekko is not too far behind. 

"Hola amiguito" 

"Hi wingman" you say before squeezing the poor little guy.

"Hola mi Reyna, hola mi cariño" his arms wrap around you from behind and you feel his head on top of yours, before you could look up he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and heads to the kitchen to grab his breakfast.

"Te ves guapo hoy." you immediately shift your gaze to Reyna looking for some sort of approval, and she nods slowly. 

"Only today? I thought I looked good every day." His laugh can be heard from far away, that laugh that you so loved. 

"You know what I mean" Rolling your eyes you click on the link that Reyna had left on your notes, the website took a while to load so you just went to get water. 

"Gekko you've got training later today with Harbor, I totally wish I could stay pero yo tengo una meeting con brimstone" Reyna stands up making her way out the door.

"So I was thinking we could hang out before you have to train" You come back to the table water in hand, and as you sit down you notice your phone is missing. 'Where is my phone?' you thought lifting the table cloth and checking all of Gekko's pets to see if they had it, but your phone was still missing.

"So what exactly do you mean by "hang" before I train" he has a slight smile on his face, he's holding your phone reading something off it.

"just hang out in your room- Oh." you quickly snatched your phone off his hand, checking what he was reading. Your phone read: 'Pillow talk in Spanish' 

“just hang?”

"I was asking Reyna how to uhm compliment you in Spanish and she… she recommended that website!" your nervousness gave it away, he knew you were lying.

“so Reyna recommended you to talk dirty to me? no necesitas mentirme, estoy tan duro pensando en ti” He’s no longer interested in his food but rather you.

You look down at your notes analyzing everything you could say to him right now. “okay maybe we won’t just hang, but please speak slowly so I can understand you.” Eyebrows dropping as if begging him for mercy. 

“Of course,” He took his time throwing all the trash out and leaving the dishes in the sink, but once he was done he lifted you making your legs wrap around his waist. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to”

As he walked to the room he kept giving quick pecks on your lips and cheeks, making you blush as you looked him deeply in those brown eyes of his. Gekko is okay with PDA but knowing you don’t like it, he chose to not embarrass you in case someone comes out of their room.

Stopping the kisses to get the door open, he sits down on the edge of the bed with you still in his lap. He pushes his lips against yours again when all of a sudden he bites your lip softly and you open your mouth just enough to let his tongue in, the heat is intensifying and your moans start getting more audible. Your hips can’t help but grind against his clothed dick, which he responds with helping hands deepening the friction. You both break the kiss to catch your breath but when you are about to go back in he makes you stand, then spins you around so your back is facing him and he sits you down again on his lap. 

“Relax cariño,” You feel his warm breath as he gets closer to your neck, then your shoulders, then up to your face… teasing you slowly as he leaves a trail of kisses. His hands caress your hips just above your panties, his digits twirl around the cloth, he subsequently slides it off your thigh then drops it on the floor. “Estas tan mojada” he whispers in your ear as his hands roam all around your thigh but not where you need him most. One of his hands leaves your thigh and you feel his digits go up and down your slit, spreading it, collecting some of your wetness.

your hand covers your mouth making it very hard for him to hear you, you didn’t mind that since this whole situation made you so timid.

 “Why are you so quiet.. am I not doing this right?” You feel Gekko’s frown as he kisses your neck before he pushes his fingers inside you, gently pumping you, curving them ever so slightly trying to find your sweet spot.

“Cojame porfa..” You didn't mean for it to come as a whimper but you’re glad it did because he started fingering you deeper and faster, every pump hitting your sweet spot and making you huff and whimper out his name. 

“I will as soon as you cum” his voice low as he concentrated on making you feel good, his free hand stops roaming your hips now cupping one of your breasts fidgeting with your nipple. He knows you’re close and that's turning him on. “Tan hermosa” his whispers in your ear tickle, you turn your head to look at him with eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. 

“I’m about to- “ his glistening wet fingers slide out of you leaving you with a feeling of emptiness, but that's instantly replaced with pleasure when he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t manage to get any words out as your orgasm takes over you, leaving your legs trembling and your eyes closed shut. 

His fingers start rapidly rubbing your sensitive spot as you're coming down from your high, the movement makes you throw your head back against his shoulder. Once you’ve stopped trembling you hide your face on his neck, kissing it and marking your territory.

He once again makes you stand up only this time though he stands up with you sliding his pants down, he sits back down on the bed with his arms behind him to support him. 

You try to be sexy by leaning down and rubbing him through his boxers but he pulls you in by the waist forcing you to fall on top of him, you lift yourself off of him and pull his boxers down. One of his hands is firmly gripping your waist and the other is still behind him. 

“Me encanta cuando me miras así” This is probably the most you have used your brain to speak Spanish but it pays off seeing the look he gave you. 

“yeah?” the hand on your waist forces you down on him earning a moan from you as he took you by surprise, you both let out a groan as more of him slides inside. Both his hands grab a hold of your ass and start moving you, making you grind on him. You speed up as he adjusts himself inside you, thinking the grinding isn't enough you start to bounce on him. He lays back down pulling you with him, kissing you passionately as his back hits the mattress. 

“qué rico mami, me encantas” He whispers sweetly in your ear while his hands rub your back, his lips giving you a small kiss on the cheek, then your lips, then down your neck. “I love you”

“I love you too” You’re drunk off his love, eyes closed, smiling at anything he says, craving his touch as you push your body against his. All of that comes to an end when you open your eyes and go back to riding on him, he pulls you down just enough to be able to grab your boobs. You look at him sweetly and he does the same to you, he adores you.

His eyebrows furrowed as you picked up a pace and his hands left your torso and are now on your hips again, making you grind faster. One of his hands leaves your side and holds your face making you look at him as he’s about to cum. He wants to see your face when you finish with him inside, he wants to see you throw your head back, your mouth part open, and he wants to hear you moan his name.

His eyes are closed but he tries to keep them half open as he's about to cum, your mouth agape slightly as you feel your second orgasm arrive. You push your lips against his own as you both moan in each other mouth, his hands never leaving you.

Gasping for air you part ways, getting off him and lying next to each other you both stare at each other. Nothing but love in both your eyes, smiling wide you giggle a bit.

"¿qué~?" he hugs you as you both laugh

“you should speak Spanish more often, you sound so sexy” You say with your face in his neck

“you should too, i loved it.”

[hollowbutcanlove]

They cheated on you

[princess-okkotsu2]

Hirofumi Yoshida x afab reader (no pronouns used) // WC: 1.7K // CW: use of the octopus devil during sex, kissing turned dubcon turned noncon, creampie. Implied age gap (reader is older). Reader is said to have hair down to at least their shoulders.

A/N: sorry this is late and sorry this is hot garbage pwp but. It’s something u.u also… I know octopuses technically don’t have tentacles. But we are using his octopus devil so we make do. I could not, as a man of science, conscientiously call it a tentacle but. It’s fine it’s fine. Also Yoshida’s probably ooc idk I never wrote him before </3 also he refers to you as senpai. In my head reader is older than him and is a senior in public safety. They work with Yoshida sometimes on assignments that they take on her own.

written for @ficsforgaza kinktober event 🩷

You wonder if you’d ever felt more exhausted than you do right now.

Today you’d hunted down a devil together, on the insistence of Public Safety. And this one was rather tricky. It even had a piece of the gun devil inside, a marble-sized bullet-shaped object that Yoshida now keeps twirling around his fingers like it is a curious little thing and not extremely dangerous.

“Are you still playing around with that thing?” 

Yoshida, sitting on the bed in your shared hotel, instantly looks up at the sound of your voice. You're wrapped in a towel, and using a second one to dry your hair. His eyes trail up and down your wrapped body; if it were anyone else, you’d feel a sense of shame at your nudity. But Yoshida, the contracted devil hunter with whom you occasionally work with (and even more occasionally sleep with) does not inspire said shame.

“It’s not often you get to hold something like this, senpai,” he replies from below his dark mop of hair. Well, it’s all you can see of his face at this angle. Black hair, ear piercings, and lips moving as he speaks.

“And you shouldn’t be holding it, kouhai,” you tell him, stepping close to the side of his bedding. You take the piece of metal from his hands and place it onto the nightstand, away from his hands. Luckily, it’s small enough that it doesn’t instantly pull towards other, larger pieces. The tip of the bullet spins when you set it down, pointing in a direction that you assume leads to more gun devil flesh. Yoshida, once the bullet stops spinning, simply looks at you in amusement.

“It doesn’t seem so dangerous right now, does it?”

“Well—“ a surprised laugh bubbles from your lips as he suddenly extends his arm and hooks it around your waist, pulling you towards him. You topple onto the bed, squarely landing on his lap. 

“I can think of a few things that are more dangerous than that tiny piece of metal.”

You feel a hand of his graze your bare thigh, flirting with the edge of your towel. You squirm around on his lap, turning to face him. You should be annoyed when he manhandles you, but you can’t find it in you to be mad.

“Oh, and this dangerous thing is supposed to be you?” You laugh. Admittedly, he is definitely capable of being dangerous. But why give him that kind of satisfaction? Yoshida is often quite sarcastic, even crass. It’s fun to play his game, even a little.

“That’s a possibility.”

To push yourself up into a sitting position, you release your hold on the edges of your towel, letting the fabric slide off your body. Your hair’s still damp as it curtains around you, dripping down your shoulders. You drape yourself onto his lap, stark nude. He watches with unwavering interest as your warm skin begins to turn to gooseflesh, and as your nipples pebble in the cool air.

“Well, you did look really cool—and dangerous,” you emphasize the word playfully, “while fighting that devil earlier. You and your octopus… how did you get a devil to work so well with you, anyway?”

This close up, you can finally meet Yoshida’s gaze. Inky pools of black stare back at you, as his fingers settle onto your hips. He’s dressed in sleepwear—thin tee shirt, thin pants, thin enough to feel his stiffening length below you.

“Paid a hefty price,” is all he says. Cryptic.

“Hm.. does it do anything you ask?”

One of your hands comes up to fiddle with his piercings. The other rests against his clothed abs, between you. Yoshida squeezes your side, chuckling under his breath. 

“Anything.” Out of sight, he makes a motion with his free hand. “Even whatever is going on in that perverted little mind of yours.”

“Little? The only one with anything little around here is—“

Before you can finish your sentence, your words are cut off as you gasp: an octopus arm, seemingly having appeared out of thin air, winds itself around your naked waist. It’s touch is quite cold, making your gooseflesh only more pronounced. The underside of the appendange is lined with suckers, and you can feel each round pronounced ring of each sucker as it grazes your flesh. You simply stare down at Yoshida, at the smirk that seizes his lips, as you shiver and tense under the touch of his octopus devil.

“H-have you done this before? Is it safe?” You ask, voice shaky. Another octopus arm winds itself around your shoulders, the tip of the arm prodding at your chest. You harshly swallow the whimper that threatens to escape your lips when the bottom octopus arm starts to poke at your mound. “Hiro??”

“Hm. Maybe,” he shrugs. “Trade secret,” he adds with a chuckle. He leans back against the headboard, and if it weren’t for his intense gaze, you’d guess him simply disinterested in this whole affair. As if he’s doing it for your amusement and not his own.

“Wait, I,” another gasp, as a third arm winds around your neck. “Hold on—“

The third arm stuffs itself inside your mouth and down your throat. And suddenly all you can do is whimper around the appendage, to Yoshida’s delight. You know he can be a bit of a tease and a sadist and maybe even a little mean, but this feels like it takes the cake of all your encounters so far. He finds himself laughing at the way your brows draw together in frustration above your nose.

“Sweetheart, relax. It’s what you wanted, isn't it?” His thumb digs into your thigh as he squeezes the fat. The second octopus arm flattens against your chest, the suckers attaching themselves to your skin. The entire row lays flush, suckers attaching themselves to your nipples and to the rest of your chest. It’s a strange sensation, the pressure undulating like a heartbeat against your chest.

You begin to move your arms, in an attempt to peel the octopus devil off your chest. As you struggle against the octopus arms, another two arms appear, coiling themslves around your wrists and forcing you to stay still on Yoshida’s lap. As the very first octopus arm begins to push itself between the lips of your pussy, you watch with disdain as Yoshida’s free hand reaches down to his pants. Is he going to touch himself to this right now?

“You don’t like it?” Yoshida asks, watching as you squirm. The tip of the octopus arm rolls against your clit, its touch cold and slimy. A loud, distressed whine reverberates against the appendage in your throat. “But look how wet you are, senpai—you must like it.”

Your pussy practically drools onto his thighs, wetness dripping as the suckers line up against your pussy. Your thighs start to squirm, but between the octopus arms and Yoshida’s hold on your thigh, you can’t move out of this position. 

Your eyes widen as you watch him pull his cock out of his pants. He rubs your juices onto it, gives it a few pumps. As the suckers begin to attach to your clit, he uses his thumb to tap his heavy cock against your pussy. To the sounds of your muffled moans, he uses both his hands and the octopus arms to maneuver your body, making you sink down onto him. The octopus arms harshly suck at your nipples, your clit, any and all inches of skin they wrap around, making your body feel weird and hot and overstimulated. As you reel from the feeling, Yoshida’s cock enters you in one quick motion, aided by all the slick, and pokes at your cervix unpleasantly. 

Yoshida doesn’t seem to mind the look of distress on your face; his lopsided, infuriatingly handsome smile only gets wider with every tremble of your thighs. He angles your body forward, so he can fuck into you from below. But all you can really focus on is the feeling of the slimy, textured arm rolling against your tongue and your throat. You feel like gagging, the tip of the appendage fucking the back of your throat mercilessly. Your nipples and clit, meanwhile, are sucked on with a rhythm, steadily getting harsher with each movement. Despite your reluctance, you feel a tightness in your core—the sucker attached to your clit coaxing you towards your high. Yoshida feels you get tighter as he fucks you, and asks you, “Are you close?”

Your response is a frustrated grunt, but he feels it in your pussy, the way your walls squeeze him tight as he fucks you. You come apart with a strangled cry, your pussy gushing fluid around his cock. Yoshida is not far behind, and soon you feel a warmth pooling in your body as he stills and comes inside, chest rising and falling as he pants against the headboard.

Your body feels even more sore than the fight you’d endured earlier; everywhere where the suckers had attached themselves is covered in small red rings. The arms don’t let you go, but they do relax their hold. Except for the one in your throat, that hasnt moved an inch.

As Yoshida pulls out of you, the remaining appendage by your clit slides down, prodding at your hole. With whimpers and whines of protest, the appendage pushes into your pussy, before any of Yoshida’s cum can spill out, plugging you full.

“Sorry,” he coos, thumbs drawing circles on your thighs. “My cute little senpai in a position like this… This sight’s too good… let’s play a little longer.”

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

[luslushearth]

Hate sex with Sunday…. (Placed before he becomes harmonious or whatever)

Warnings: Afab reader, overstimulation, degrading, unprotected, creampie, Reader is really vulgar, Marking

The silent serenity of the room is disturbed by pants, and loud squelches of your growing lust splattering through the air. The only thing muffling your moans is a gloved hand engulfing your lips. Unfortunately for Sunday, you are purposefully trying to be heard by the entirety of Penaconys dreaming visitors. Sometimes, he seems to forget just how much of a handful you are…

You bite his gloved hand, the man pounding into your pussy hissing in pain. Yet, each thrust continues its relentless pace, only slowing to allow him words, an insult (though he calls them ‘critiques’) for you.

“You… I truly… do dislike you.”

“Aww… Haa… Seems like your dick loves me though.” You’re immediately silenced when Sunday burrows your body into the matress, hitting that spot inside you when he thrusts at a particular angle. “Ah…! S-see…? Your dick really does love— Oh…!” Sundays finger works diligently on stimulating your clit, the cloth fabric of his gloves only furthering the sensation. “Maybe….! Maybe not me… But you’re really obsessed with my— Haahh… My— Mm..!” You don’t even have the chance to finish your sentence, Sundays lips finding refuge on yours.

He’s… Never done that before…

You moan into his lips, his thumb still grinding itself into your bud while his other hand plays with your tit, rolling the nub between his fingers.

When you pull away for air, you whisper his name, attempting to ask what it is he’s doing, but you’re stopped again when he dives into your mouth, spit exchanging with each movement. You can feel yourself approaching climax, much earlier than you bet to him you would. Which is horrible, because, that means you’ll essentially be a cocksleeve for him whenever he wishes for the next few months.

He separates his lips from you, smiling at the way a thick trail of saliva connects you two, spit trailing off the side of your mouth. It’s a thrilling site, one that makes him hit that spot in your walls even faster than before. His wings flap to the side of your head, cutting off your vision from anything else but him.

“You… Haah… You truly are a temptress.” All it takes is a finally snap of his hips and your hand flies up to his head, gripping his hair as your walls flutter around his length. Despite your blissful climax, he continues his ministrations slowly even as you cum, further serving your rapture. “It’s why I dislike you so.”

You’re not sure why he hates you so much, but you have no time to think about it, especially when he props himself up. He looks down at your dazed face, a smirk coating his lips. All too familiar.

“Wha… Give me some time to recover you beast— Ahh.. Fuck…!”

“It’s not fair if only you have release. Besides… Haa… You’ve survived… more than one hnngh, haven’t you?” … He plans to wreck the absolute hell out of you. He leans down to your ear, a husky voice escaping him, “You don’t deserve relaxation on the seventh day, so atone for your transgressions.” He props your legs above his shoulder, essentially preparing you to become his own personal cum dump.

“Sunday you little bastard—! Nghh…!” You won’t admit it him, you never will, but that was so hot. Yet again, he might know you think it, especially with the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, the idea of him emptying his seed furthering you thirst.

“I hope you remember that… Haah… promise… I prefer pe… pests at least remain orderly…” his thrusts grow sloppy, words slurring, a sign he’s close. In a last ditch effort of revenge, you laugh at him, tightening harder. You’ll shred his dignity too, even if you have to surrender your own.

He glares at your face, that sneer breaking when he can feel himself coming close, your second climax quickly reproaching. After a few more thrusts, he empties himself, all of himself into your body, not daring to pull out. In turn, your flutter around him once again, squirting at his abdomen, wetting expensive clothes. He allows himself to plug your hole, your fingers brushing through his hair while his face finds refuge in your neck.

“Aww, my favorite sight… the all famed Sunday pathetically weeping at getting his dick wet~ Now, what time do you want me out of here hm?”

“Did an imp like you really believe us to be done?” His hand reaches back to your hips, his grip tightening.

“… What?”

…

You lay on the side of the bed, glaring at the culprit of your current bed ridden state. He doesn’t return the sentiment, a false face of pleasantries returning your feelings.

“I hate you Sunday, whatever your last name is.”

“Hate is strong, I prefer dislike. Take my feelings for you.” He continues to smile even when you swat your hand at him, an attempt to kick him out of the bed.

“Yeah? Well you must’ve really like that huh?! Look at me you bastard!” You lift up the blanket, pointing at your pussy that drips with the multitudes of load he spent inside of you. At some point you lost count, but you know for sure it was more than 7. “I mean, how could someone cum that fucking much?!” He doesn’t answer, tilting his head, beaming. “I’m not even gonna start on all these bites you freak.”

“I see, so you’re saying you’re much to weak to go again?”

You pause. He’s doubting you.

“I could do it again.”

“Are you sure? My, I wouldn’t want to hurt such a frail being—“

“I can fuck you again Sunday, stop being—!” He’s already on you as quick as the words left your throat, your legs wrapping around his hips. He’s lucked out, this part of the dreamscape is emptier than usual at this time.

Unfortunately, you seem to be quite the opposite… You’ve fallen for Sundays tricks once more. Then again, the feeling of his dick rearranging your guts, isn’t as bad as you tell him it is.

[princess-okkotsu2]

nothing shameful (Yuuta Okkotsu x gn reader. 18+)

CW: MDNI!! incest, five year age gap (thats not an age gap to me but I’ll mention it anyways), explicit sexual content. Virginity loss (reader). JJK spoilers, most of this is post-canon. reader wears a skirt at one point but everything else is genderless.

Length: 3.6K

A/N: this is considerably less horny and more emotional than I intended going into this. Anon who asked me about cousin yuuta this is definitely not what you meant but. I got hit with a vision you see… oh and Hana is like. The unofficial name everyone has given Yuuta’s sister on Twitter. So it’s fake but like. A fancast. Ykwim. Also there’s a scene in here (not romantic but some feelings are implied) where reader is 16 and yuuta is 21. They dont act on anything until reader is older. If that bothers u dont read, k?

“You can see her too?”

Those are the five words that started it all, spoken by your cousin Yuuta in a hushed, surprised voice back when he was just ten and you were five. You were playing in your mother’s living room, surrounded by Yuuta, Hana (his younger sister), and a mountain of toys, when, while setting one of your dolls into a toy car, you so casually looked up behind Yuuta and asked him, “Who’s your friend?”.

You don’t remember it well, but for Yuuta that moment changed everything for him.

Up until that point, no one believed that there were eyes lurking in the shadows, creepy laughing creatures clinging to people, nor that the hulking spectre with massive, sharp teeth at his side was indeed the remnants of his recently deceased best friend, Rika Orimoto—all of the things a young, confused Yuuta would desperately trying to convince his mother of. His mother, and later your mother (sisters the two of them, bonded at the hip) would brush off Yuuta’s worries—schizophrenia, they called it at one point. Delusions, at another.

“What a shame,” you recall your mother saying once, while chopping radishes. “Yuuta-kun’s such a sweet boy otherwise.”

And later, when you told her he wasn’t making it up, that there were monsters at every corner, in every closet and every alley, she simply said, “What a shame, that you’re talking nonsense now too.”

To say that you and Yuuta became each other’s confidants was an understatement. As the years passed, you were the only one Yuuta could turn to, the only one who would believe him when he spoke of ghoulish monsters and sneering laughter in his ear that never seemed to go away. At every family gathering you’d be side by side, looking out the window and pointing out the curses you see, or you’d be outside exploring some scary side of the park. Whatever little harbor for low-level curses you’d find, the fear of these monsters would go away the second you faced them with Yuuta holding your hand. And though he was scared too, something about facing them together felt empowering. At one point even Hana was jealous of you two—it felt like you were harboring a secret she could never be in on.

And one secret became many, as the years went by.

You learned later that you were born with the ability to see curses. That, just like others who have the sight, you awakened it around the age of five or six. Yuuta tells you this when you’re twelve and he’s seventeen, now miles away from Sendai, placed into a school that he says is special. It’s where you’re both (finally) confirmed as not being crazy afterall. He tells you everything: that those monsters you see are called curses and that they kill thousands of people across Japan; and that there are people who exterminate them for a living, too. He tells you that is what he is doing now at his college in the mountains in Tokyo. And that he helps people, saves them from these monsters. That he’s found his purpose and his place in the world, finally.

You ask him, naive as a child, if there’s a place for you there. And he says when you’re old enough, you can be a part of his world too. And you cling onto that hope, terrified of Yuuta going to places where you can’t follow; afterall, this was once a secret, for just the two of you. Something about the fact that others knew this side of him hurt, though you didn’t understand the feelings then.

But you surely understood your feelings when you were sixteen, a first year at the Tokyo technical college, and your cousin Yuuta was now a teacher at the college. You hadn’t seen him in quite some time—he’d been absent from family gatherings since attending the college, always too busy to make it to anything on time. You learned later that it’s because he’s the one and only special grade sorcerer, a man so powerful he’s in a league of his own, and as a result spends nearly every day around the clock exterminating the most powerful of curses. Suddenly missing a new year’s dinner or a birthday didn’t seem so terrible.

But on that first day of class, you knew nothing except that he’d abandoned you, left you among the rest of the family that could never understand the things you see everyday, the constant paranoia and fear that you felt. Only Yuuta understood you, only Yuuta could make sense of all of it.

It’s what had you lingering around him after class, whining for his attention.

“Yuuuuuuuta-niiiiii,” you slumped onto his chest, after the other students had left the room.

(Calling him ‘yuuta-nii’ was something you used to do as a child, mimicking his sister Hana. When you were younger, it used to make him blush, and used to make him stammer out ‘I’m n-not your brother!’

As if being cousins was such a different distinction.)

“I haven’t seen you in so long I’d thought you died or something,”

Yuuta simply chuckled at your antics, no longer the blushing stuttering kid he was, but embraced you all the same, big strong arms coming to wrap around your frame.

“Is that why you were giving me such an angry look the entire class? I’m sorry.”

As he squeezed your waist, you took a deep breath in. He smelled so good—like clean laundry and an earthy, pine-scented soap. And he’d gotten so tall, he had to bend at the waist to hug you. When had your cousin, scrawny and trembling like a fawn at all times, become a man? And what were you doing, ogling him like this? Your face felt warm at the thought.

“I’m just… glad to see you again,” you hiccuped, emotions overwhelming you.

Yuuta pulled away from you, just enough to cup your face in his palms. You blinked away the wetness you felt welling up behind your lashes but you couldn’t bear to close your eyes, trying desperately to soak in Yuuta’s appearance. His hair may have been longer and his jaw may have hardened, face no longer round with fat—but his wide eyes still sparkled that dark, stormy shade of blue. It felt like home, seeing them again.

“Are you crying?”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered as he wiped at your eyes with his thumbs. “It’s just—I was so alone back in Sendai,” you murmured, fearful that you sounded like a child in his eyes. But they softened with warmth.

“I’m here,” he said, pulling you back into his chest. He felt your hands form fists into his jacket, the water from your tears wetting his coat. But he didn’t mind it. “Everyone here at the school understands this feeling. You’ll find a place here, I know it. I did it.”

“Okay,” you told him, your words muffled by his coat. You didn’t have the heart to say ‘but I want that place to be with you’ despite how much your heart willed it so.

After you calmed down some, you pulled away from each other. Something about how different he was—how much bigger, how much taller, how confident he was and how he’s a teacher now, treating you like a kid—it hit you like a tidal wave, making you feel so small. Without thinking too much of it, you crossed your arms over your chest and stared down at your feet. What an idiot you were, for crying at your cousin’s feet like a child when he’s grown into such a man.

As you stared down at your feet, you heard shuffling, and just as quickly as it started, it ended with him placing his white coat around your shoulders. He grabbed the longer side and fastened the button, covering you with it, leaving him in his black t-shirt. You willed yourself not to look at his arms.

“Huh?” You blinked up at him, confused.

“It’s a bit cold out,” Yuuta said, looking towards the window. “Are you wearing a summer uniform?”

You looked down at your navy blue clothes—a short-sleeved coat with the high collar, cropped at the midriff, paired with a short flared skirt, stopping at the mid-thigh. The fact that he’d paid such attention to your clothes made you fluster.

“It’s my custom uniform,” you explained, an index and thumb finger coming to pinch at the edge of your pleated skirt. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers.

“You’ll catch cold,” he says with a pout. “At least wear something warm—”

“What are you, my dad?” You snicker. It felt a little nice to crack a joke, despite your emotions being high.

“No, I just,” he stands straighter. “Just looking out for you, cousin.”

“I’ll go to the dorms and change—happy now, sensei?”

And when you did go back to the dorms before outdoor training, you did ask he asked, changing out of your skirt and into something warmer. But you left his jacket behind in your dorm room, and it wasn’t until days later that Yuuta found it folded neatly on his desk—only after several nights of you battling homesickness by sleeping in it until his calming scent had faded.

Despite the three years of training at the Jujutsu technical college, you didn’t amount to anything more than a grade three sorcerer by graduation.

Your curse techniques were quite weak—perhaps a consequence of not being from a prestigious sorcerer family and not having a special curse technique of your own. Even now, at the age of 19, you lagged behind your classmates at the college. While they were going on missions and defeating increasingly difficult curses, you’d come back from low-difficulty missions with your tail between your legs waiting for Shoko—or worse, Yuuta—to heal you of your injuries while stronger sorcerers would go back to the site and defeat the curses you couldn’t. No amount of training with Yuuta, Kusakabe, or any of the other sorcerers improved your abilities, and even with Yuuta there to lick your wounds and reassure you that you’d get better at sorcery one day, that day never came.

It was just after graduation, when you were lingering about the empty dorms with a sense of frustration in your heart, that your cousin Yuuta had come to find you, pity clouding his ever-grieving eyes.

“Why are you here?” You say to him when he stands outside the door to your dorm, wondering when would be the right time to knock.

“Can we talk?” You hear Yuuta’s muffled voice, but even then you can hear the sympathy dripping off of him. You plop onto the bed and say nothing, waiting for him to come to you.

“What’s there to talk about?” You huff out, voice teetering between anger and defeat. Yuuta crosses the distance between the door and your bed, sitting beside you at the edge of it. You don’t have the heart to look at him, instead opting to stare at your hands and idly soothe your fingers on your lap.

There’s a long pause before Yuuta says, “I think you should be a Window.”

The response to his words is all physical—your hands clench into fists, jaw clenching tight with resentment. A lump forms in your throat and tears sting at the corners of your eyes. You’d begged Yuuta to come to this school, to be a part of his world—and the best you could do is being a window? It feels like you’d failed everyone—but especially Yuuta, the one person you’d admired and loved all this time.

“You’d be safer,” he continues, after you say nothing. “Ieri-san says you’ve been taking harder missions and coming back injured. It’s reckless—”

“I don’t care.” You mutter.

Yuuta continues, “What if you take a mission you can’t come back from? What if I’m far away and I can’t get to you?”

“I don’t care!” You tell him, louder this time. When you meet his gaze, he’s shocked by your outburst. “I want to get stronger—I just… I want things to be how they used to be.”

“How they used to be?”

“Back when we were kids and the only ones who knew about curses, when it felt like it was just you and me.” You know you must sound like a spoiled kid, like Yuuta’s too old for this now, to cater to your childish feelings. But you verbalize them anyway. “We were always together, always at each others’ side. Now you’re so… you’re special grade and I’m not even good enough to fight a curse on my own. I thought if I came to this school I could catch up to you, to hold your hand and be by your side again—but this is what it’s come to. You’re so amazing and I… I’m just a window.”

“I hate to hear you talk like that,” Yuuta spits, turning to you. He sounds revolted. “I’ve seen you work hard. I didn’t work any harder than you to be where I am—I just got lucky. I’m an anomaly. That doesn’t make me amazing.”

You reach up to his forehead, to brush over the healed scar that traverses straight across it. The look that passes over his face—you already know the story behind the scar, what happened before you arrived at the college, years ago. But to Yuuta, the scar is still fresh.

“You’ve done things I can’t even imagine doing, Yuuta. Of course, you’re amazing. I just… I feel so stupid. And confused…”

“You’re neither of those things—”

“I am! I’m awful—I’m holding onto this feeling that doesn’t make sense… I—I feel like—like I… like when people look at you, I want them to see us. I want it to be me and Yuuta again, like it’d always been. I want you to have someone to depend on, too. To take missions for you, to let you rest, let you come home. I want to be useful to you—for you to look at me—to see me as equal to you—”

“Hey,” he stops you, taking your chin between his fingers, as your hand cups his own. You’re crying (you always seem to cry, when it’s for him) and your breath hitches when he kisses at the tear on your cheek. “I don’t want you to be a special grade. I want to get rid of every curse I possibly can—and then come back to you, safe and sound. That’s the kind of world I want. And I promise you,” he adds, your gazes interlocked. “I promise you I’m looking at you. I don’t care if you’re not a special grade—I don’t want you to be. I want you to be you.”

Maybe it’s just how emotional you feel at the moment, or how charged the air feels between you two—but whatever it is, something comes over you, something you don’t recognize. Before you can stop it, your hand at his face slides to his neck, and you pull him into a kiss. It’s soft, nothing more than a closed-mouth peck on the lips.

He doesn’t seem as surprised as you are when you pull away.

“I’m—I’m sorry!” You blurt out, body tensing. “I don’t know why I did that, I—”

Yuuta quiets you, though, by reciprocating your kiss. His is with purpose, angling your face to deepen it. At first, you’re mumbling something against his lips—probably something about how you shouldn’t be doing this, how you’re cousins for God’s sake—but as soon as you feel his tongue prod at your lips your mind is distracted. Instead of resisting, your priority becomes memorizing the taste of his tongue sliding against your own.

“Yuu-Yuuta,” you sputter, his spit clinging to your lips. “We, we—I—”

“You and me—right?” He asks, leaning into you. “It’s always been you and me, being a sorcerer won’t change that.”

You find yourself leaning back, ever so slowly descending towards the bedding below you. When you search his gaze, he’s looking at you in ways you’d only imagined in the filthiest of your dreams: entirely full of desire. You didn’t ever think yourself deserving of a gaze like that from him.

You nod, daring to say the words you can’t take back: “I love you, Yuuta.”

He tells you he loves you when he lays you down on your bed. He tells you he loves you when he kisses your lips, your cheek, your neck; when he peels your uniform top off of you, large hands kneading your flesh and memorizing every curve. He tells you he loves you when your thighs open up for him, when he hears that sweet little chirp of your voice when the pads of his fingers make their first contact with your sex; and he tells it to you when you’re both bare and you’re suddenly ashamed, flustered and warm and flushed as your cousin sees you for the first time—sees you as you are, nothing but flesh.

“Are you sure this is okay?” You stutter, looking anywhere but at him as if the walls of your dorm room have eyes; and they’re about to tell Yuuta about all the times you touched yourself to him in this very bed—exposing your depravity for him and him alone.

“I love you,” he says. “So why wouldn’t it be okay? As long as you’ll have me,”

You look up at him, clothes discarded beside you, nothing but his necklace dangling in the air between you. He’s so handsome, you think. Who else could ever measure up? Who else to be your first but the one person who’s ever been your entire world?

“Please?”

He kisses you when he enters you, swallowing your whimpers and easing your pain. It’s slow, and you’re thankful for how mindful he is for it being your first time. It feels weird before it feels good, but when it does feel good you’re so glad it’s him making you feel like that. It’s like you were missing something, until the moment Yuuta made you feel whole. That’s the only way to describe it, when he’s pressed chest-to-chest, when every part of you feels like it’s cradling every part of him.

He fucks you, so slow it borders on torture by the time you get used to it.

“Faster, Yuuta,” you beg, to the sound of his soft chuckles.

“Yeah?” He sounds amused; perhaps it’s at your eagerness, at the way your fingers claw at his shoulders as your ankles brush the small of his back. You don’t regret it though, asking him to go faster—because once he picks up the pace, you’re seeing stars, whimpering out pleas and crying out his name. For a while, all you concentrate on is the sounds Yuuta makes; how lewd his moans are, the words he says to you just icing on the cake. A part of you wants to enshrine them to memory, partially believing that this may just be another one of your dirty dreams.

And Yuuta, well, he too tries to savor this moment, to remember every sound you make and every taste of your mouth, your skin. He’d been waiting so long—torn between doubting your feelings and trying to ignore his own. They’d always been there, at some base level: his blush when you’d hold his hand, his heart racing when you’d see the things he saw, felt the things he felt. Just as you do, he feels complete with you around; like the two of you fit together perfectly.

He feels it too, being wrapped in your embrace. Feels something that he knows is sick and twisted in his heart when you finally cum—the first time you ever do, with another man. You squeeze around him, impossibly tight, as the most delightful moan bubbles out from your kiss-bitten lips. How beautiful.

He fucks you through your orgasm, watching the rise and fall of your chest, the way you squeeze your eyes and part your lips and let sounds flutter unabashed from them, just for him. He doesn’t last much longer after that, fueled by the sights he’d only imagined so many times before. He pulls out just before his peak, and while you look down between your bodies, Yuuta wraps a fist around his length, furiously pumping the shaft until white spurts from the tip, coating your belly. He groans as the droplets land on your skin, like an abstract painting of his own design, the liquid shining in the low light with every rise and fall of your chest.

“Sorry,” he breathes out, once he’s done coming on your abdomen. “I’ll clean up”

“It’s okay,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Don’t leave me just yet.”

He kisses your cheek, a smile on his lips. “Not even to clean up?”

“Leave it,” you reply. “It’s fine—it’s just us, isn’t it?”

“It’s just us. Always will be.” As if brought back to your earlier conversation, he adds, “Even if you can’t be as powerful a sorcerer as me—I want you exactly as you are.”

Knowing Yuuta’s affection for you, now, you feel soothed. No matter what happens, he will always be beside you, and you will always be in his heart. It’s all you could’ve ever wanted, and more.

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End of Chapter 5! Very quiet last few pages, and maybe I should have updated both this and the previous update together? Butttt ehhh, oh well.

Next chapter, Chapter 6! It sounds like we get to see Marceline :) Enjoy!