#i want to take a bite out of iz

[mayflywrites]

i lvoe yappin. i am a yapper. like. especially when it comes to fran and iz and bartylus i just cant shut up. it’s awesome.

y’all know that one bojack horseman scene where he tries to get wandas attention via auto-erotic asphyxiation and he accidentally for real starts choking. that’s fran doing that so iz will notice him. like it just. is.

and bartylus ugh. don’t get me started on bartylus. they are the only to ever. they’re two highlighters that sit on my desk that i make kiss.

fr could yap forever and it’s a blessing i only have the one mouth.

[reveluving]

Phillip Graves getting jealous because his shy wife is getting flirted on by someone else but she doesn't know how to respond?? Yes please!!

(could be sfw at first but when they get back home graves pounds his wife against any surface he sees because he can't stand seeing his wife getting flirted on right in front of him)

YUUUUH I HAVE JUST THE THING!! I know, it's been AGES with these, and this one from last year but I still hope you like it! and I know you said doing the nasty back home, but I thought "man, I'm already here. might as well!" and filthy-ize(???) it even more for good measure 😘💗

Includes; soft (& slightly mean dom) & possessive graves, fingerf~cking, unprotected sex (p in v), petnames ('sugar', 'pretty girl'), licking, biting & marking, praising, dirty talking, mentions of voyeurism & exhibitionism!!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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It happens. 

A lot.

The library, your favourite diner, your flower shop—anywhere.

It happens more than you can imagine, but with Phil around, it’s mostly from afar. The kind where they could only dream about making a move on you, if not for the guard dog with the sharp tongue.

Hence, when he’s not around, he worries a little for you, but he knows you can protect yourself when needed, thanks to the self-defence lessons he has given you when you were still dating.

So, imagine the unlucky bastard who thought it was a good idea to take advantage of your gracious hospitality, not knowing your husband was around.

It happened when he had finished work, but instead of heading home, he took the route where your flower shop was. Closing time was ten minutes ago so he knew you’d be waiting for him at the cafe next door, probably nursing a cup of your favourite drink or nibbling on a pastry.

He hated it whenever he couldn’t reach you on the dot or before, no matter how many times you’ve reassured him. 

Reaching the neighbourhood shops was like a breath of fresh air, enjoying the sense of familiarity and the breeze as he turned the corner, passing by the cafe first.

But with a glance, his brows furrowed, seeing that you were nowhere in sight. He quickly took it as a sign that you were still working, though a thirty-minute overtime was almost uncommon of you.

He parked his convertible close to the entrance of your shop but still out of view, and for a brief moment, he caught sight of you through the window. 

And just his mood lifted, ready to greet you with open arms, his smile dropped.

You were dealing with a customer, a man likely in his 30s and dressed, well, if one were told to dress formally, and they did it haphazardly, then that was exactly what it was. His body language was a little awkward, almost unsure what pose may look alluring in your eyes.

Though Phil had a knack for judging certain people by their looks, if and only if their personality rubbed him the wrong way, he didn’t have an issue thinking of the worst insults about the man, if not for the uncomfortable smile on your face.

So, leaning against the wall, away from you or the man’s sight, he listened in. 

“So, your husband’s in the military, huh?” He asked, but Phil wasn’t dumb enough to think it wasn’t a sneer in disguise. Probably thought he held some rookie position, “Must be hard not having someone to hold to every night.”

Phil didn’t bother hiding the scornful look on his face.

“It’s not bad,” He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice. The gentle sound that could heal even his worst wounds, “He finds time to check up on me.” 

Whether or not you were telling the truth or if you were downplaying your thoughts if his absence really did bother you, he’ll ask you later, but for now, he wanted to tell you how proud he was. Not letting some schmuck stick their nose in someone else’s business, and your marriage, no less.

“Well, sure, but look at you! I don’t know about you but if I had a girl like you? Shoot, I don’t I’d ever get any work done,” The audacity. Phil’s jaw tightened, listening to him weakly defend himself when you didn’t respond, undoubtedly displeased by his unnecessary opinion, “But that’s just me, y’know.”

“Right, um,” You turned to the row of flower pots, using the second to roll your eyes to the back of your head before showing him the bunch of bluebells in your hands, “How about some bluebells?”

The man pretended to think, “Nah, I mean, they’re cute but I’m looking for something… more,” He then leaned in, resting his arm on the counter, “A little bland, if I’m being honest with you.”

You forced a smile, but Phil, oh Phil.

He wasn’t smiling. 

Who was this man, no, who was this kid to not see how uncomfortable you were with his god-awful ‘flirting’ skills and judge your taste in your very own store?

“That’s fine, I’m sure we can find something else.” Oh, that pitiful tone of yours. Just how long has this man been bothering you?

You bit down a sigh, placing the bluebells back into their pot before walking back to the back of the counter. You knelt, possibly looking for something else, though Phil wouldn’t blame you if you were doing so to drown him out for a bit.

Phil had listened long enough. Moving off the wall, he clicked on the lock button of his car keys. He spun his keys on his finger as he entered the shop, the rattling sounds prompted the man to follow his figure. His eyebrows knitted further, more so when Phil casually stopped right in front of the counter as if used to coming over.

His eyes darted from Phil’s attire; simple yet sophisticated, and how he carried himself, then the convertible behind him. The sudden insecurity forming in the guy’s mind was a no-brainer.

You must’ve heard the extra pair of footsteps and the keys, “I’ll be right with you!” 

He didn’t respond, opting to eye the man—Chad, which he would later learn—with full of judgement. The latter flinched when their eyes met, though he tried to act cool soon by clearing his throat.

But the stare may have been too much for him, as he asked, his voice less confident than before, “Do I know you?” 

“You tell me.” He responded loud enough for you to hear, and just as he hoped, you straightened, visibly lighting up at the sight of him. 

“Phil!” You cheered, already forgetting about the customer as you rushed over to your husband for a hug, “I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight?”

He shrugged, wrapping one of his arms around you while he caressed the apple of your cheek with his free hand, “Change o’plans. Drove here as fast as I could.” He gave you a lazy smile, more so when you jutted out your bottom lip, pouting at his statement. 

“Phil, you know how I feel about you speeding home,” You sighed, despite leaning into his touch, “But I’m glad you’re back. Safe.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, not with that cheeky smile of his before he pressed his lips onto yours. You could feel the upturn of his lips when you yelped, and he didn’t even bother hiding his amusement—his delighted huff when you returned the kiss.

But before he could feel you, before he could melt into your hands as they held his face, you broke the kiss, almost hiding in his chest for a moment before motioning to the man watching—his face that of panicked realization.

“Phil—Customer…”

Ew.

Well, at least he learnt he had messed with the wrong married woman.

Phil suddenly grinned, and a painfully fake one, judging by the lack of positive emotion, or any emotion in his eyes as he looked at Chad.

“Y’here for an arrangement?”

“U–Uh, no. I’m just… looking around. Thinking of buying one for my, uh, girl.”

The man wasn’t dumb enough to think the smirk on Graves’ face wasn’t the face of mockery. A man who has done enough interrogations to know just how much he was bullshitting.

“Huh, Y’must be lookin’ for a special one if you’re makin’ my girl workin’ overtime,” He glanced at the clock just hanging by the door, his arm not leaving you once, “Y’sleepin’ in the dog house or somethin’?” 

“Phil.” You hissed, and ever so cutely, might your husband add. You briefly apologised to Chad, even if you wanted nothing more than to send him on his way.

“Sorry, sorry,” If you noticed his lack of sincerity, you didn't call him out on it. Graves held his hand out, the corner of his lips twitched when Chad took a step back, “Graves. Commander and CEO. Proud husband of this pretty girl right here.” 

Chad accepted, albeit hesitantly, nearly squawking when Phil purposely squeezed his hand. He had a feeling he wouldn't mind breaking his arm if it weren't for the obvious repercussions and well, you being there. 

“Mr Thompson was just looking for a bouquet for his girlfriend. It might take a minute so you can hang around for a bit while I help him.” You explained, standing close to your husband, now that he was with you.

“Or,” Phil spoke, and you should’ve suspected something was up just by his tone, despite his so-called generous offer, “I help him look for what he needs, while you go ahead and close up, get your bag, lock the back room and all.”

You raised your brows, “Phil, are you sure?”

He hummed, “C’mon. ‘Bout time I put my flower knowledge into good use. And who knows?” He glanced at Chad, sharply. With his eyes on the unwanted customer, he leaned to your side, as if whispering, despite making sure Chad heard him loud and clear, “It’s probably nothin’ more than a lil’ trouble in paradise. Nothin’ I can’t sort out, man to man.”

You thought for a moment. You had your suspicions when Chad stopped by the same time your shift ended. And while you wouldn’t have minded, he wasn’t exactly helpful about his request either. Giving you doubtful answers such as his supposed girlfriend’s favourite colour or the occasion. 

Plus, you were a little eager to be away from Chad, even for a short while.

In the end, you nodded, much to Chad’s horror.

“Okay, I just need to organize a few boxes in the back,” You squeezed Phil's arm, “Thank you. I won’t take long.”

Sliding his hand down your arm, he raised your hand to his lips before letting you go.

“Take all the time y’need, pretty girl,” And as soon as you were out of sight, his voice dropped, the upturn of his lips now in a manner that Chad knew this was going to be anything but a quick talk amongst men about which apology flowers were the best, “Take all the time y’need.”

His smile was nowhere to be seen as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched Chad pinching a leaf of random flower in the guise of interest.

But by the third flower, Graves had enough, surprising Chad with his authoritative tone.

“Y’just gonna stand there and ruin my wife’s flowers or are y’goin’ to buy somethin’ and get out?” 

“I’m…” Chad began but Phil didn’t give him the satisfaction to explain himself. He didn’t need to.

“Look. I’m really fuckin’ tired, and my girl is, too, but I’m sure you’re too busy trying to look down her dress to notice that.”

“That’s—”

“Cut,” He didn’t even need to raise a single finger as the tone he normally used on his team on a bad or serious day was enough to shut the man up, “... the bullshit, alright? Y’can buy all the flowers you want to impress her, save a puppy as soon as you see her coincidentally walk by at the park. Fuckin’ pick-me.”

The impatient smile plastered on his face told Chad everything about the commander’s patience.

“I know a degenerate when I see one.” Chad knew not to trust how calm Phil sounded, “And I know she can defend herself just fine. Hell, I taught her everything she needs to know t’deal with boys like you. But I can tell y’one thing; I’ll do so much worse than what she’s already capable of.”

Graves’ heavy footsteps sounded like a disaster waiting to happen in mere seconds before he stood in the middle of the shop.

“Might wanna get out while y’can.” He gritted out, and Chad didn’t waste a second to find out what would’ve happened if he didn’t that very instance, whether it was from you or your husband.

You returned just in time to find Graves appreciating the tulips, though, unbeknownst to you, he was also slightly miffed that some were stained by Chad’s hands alone.

“Oh, did he find what he needed?”

“‘Guess so. Took off as soon as he figured it out. He didn’t buy anythin’ though,” He swiftly carried the bag for you, pulling you in for a kiss on your forehead, “Sorry he wasted y’time.”

“That’s alright,” You grinning, not expecting him to apologize over that, “I just need to keep the flowers in the back. Mind helping me?”

Of course he didn't mind.

He moved with you, carrying much more stock to the cool room where the unsold flowers were kept. During his second run, he lightly tapped you on the ass, stealing a kiss before telling you to lock the register instead. You did just that, carefully organizing the cash and coins before locking it.

Phil worked with ease, pushing necessary pots and displays to one side and pulling the blinds down like the tasks were at the back of his hand. But he didn’t draw the blinds close all the way, though, leaving a small opening at the bottom of the windows where you and Graves could see the sun shining through and the feet of passers-by. 

But unbeknownst to you, he locked the front door and with great care, avoided the usual click.

He shamelessly glanced at you at every possible moment, watching you sit prettily as you focused on your task behind the counter. 

Once his side was done, he approached you, stannding in between your legs as soon as you locked the register.

“All done.” You smiled, crinkles forming in your eyes.

“Perfect.” He opened up his arms, closing the space in between as you embraced. But just as you basked in the wholesome reunion, you froze up, eyes wide at a familiar tent prodding your stomach. He didn't bother concealing his amusement, his smile grew at your giggles, showering one side of your face with kisses to hear more of you. 

“Thought he'd never leave.” He murmured against your skin with zero shame, which prompted you to pull back.

“You threw him out?” You asked in disbelief.

“He threw himself out,” He shrugged, not exactly lying but telling you the whole truth either. He cooed at your little frown, even holding his hand up in a saluting manner, “I’m serious. Scout's honour.” 

“Were you even a scout?” 

“Nope,” He responded without missing a beat, “But I do know how to tie a knot.” 

“Phil!” You smacked his arm, but it did nothing to deter him, “I wasn't even gone that long.” 

“Four minutes was all I needed.” He brushed his nose against your neck, looping his arms around you. You couldn't help but melt, sighing but more so in contentment than disappointment. Granted, you were anything but the latter, but who knows where your business would be if Phil did, well, whatever to your customers the way he did to Chad.

“He was bothering ya.” You knew it wasn't a question and there was no point denying it, so you hummed in confirmation.

“Kinda figure that out after a while,” You shrugged, though you didn't want him to worry either, “I, uh, had my suspicion as soon as I asked him what he was looking for.”

“Yeah? What did he really tell ya?” 

“Just said he wanted some pretty flowers for a pretty lady, and then,” You mimicked the awkward eyebrow-wiggles he did to you, much to Phil’s amusement and disdain, “And then said no to all of my suggestions.”

Phil’s tutting was akin to a Southern mother's, being his blood and all. That, and he was having second-hand embarrassment—to think Chad thought he'd have a chance using that line on you.

Hell, on anyone.

“It was getting a little embarrassing, honestly.” You couldn't help but snort, only for your smile to grow when he, too, expressed his amusement. 

‘A little’ was putting it lightly.

“You and me, sugar.”  

You leaned your weight against him just as he did against the counter, figuring that this was one of those days where he needed to just relax. Be around you as if you exuded great energy, and in his eyes, you were.

A far cry from the more despicable chaos he and his partnering team have to deal with for a living.

You brushed your fingers along his stubble, smiling to yourself at the familiar, prickly sensation. Ever the perceptive man, he angled his face so your lips were pressed on his instead of his cheek.

It was much needed for the both of you as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Though, you tried not to go too far with it, your nerves rising as your eyes flitted to the door, despite Phil’s breathy reassurance that he locked it.

Noticing your hesitance, he broke the kiss to rest his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled you, more so when his hands languidly moved up and down your body.

But then, his hands didn't stop moving upwards.

He swiftly pulled down the straps of your dress, trailing his lips along your shoulder. Though the dress wasn't fully removed, the way you haphazardly held the front of it against your chest, amplifying your cleavage which was just as alluring as you were topless.

“Phil!” You choked out, and yet, he continued. Licking across your newly exposed skin with the tip of his tongue. Starting from the collarbone, down to your tits when he squeezed your breasts together, and then, sucking on the plush at random spots. Eager to leave a mark wherever he could with shameless sounds of suckling and pops, “Here?!” 

If the way your hand shot up to his hair, massaging his scalp and pulling his head close instead of pushing him away was anything to go by, he knew dead set on making you scream.

He took a step back, encouraging you to stand up before hooking his arms under your ass, lifting you effortlessly to seat you on the counter.

His bulge was snug against you, thanks to his taller stature. The way his hands slid down your thighs prompted you to wrap your legs around him, despite the growing warmth in your face at the lewd display. There was something about the sliver of possibility of being watched that raised both your worries and anticipation, despite the opaqueness of the cream-coloured window blinds.

Plus, the shop wasn't exactly soundproof either.

He leaned forward, forcing you to lie back on the surface. His lips hadn't slowed down since, enjoying your squirms and breathless moans as he peppered your neck in kisses before raising his head.

“My wife's a beaut, isn't she?” He whispered against your temple, rolling one of your tits in between his fingers before sliding his hand down to your thigh, squeezing the plush of it, “Got these boys actin’ stupid around ya.” 

You gasped when his hand slid further under your skirt. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling them up and wedging the lacy material in between your sopping pussy.

“Even I can't resist her sweet lil’ charm,” He purred, pulling your panties to the side and then bunching the hem of your dress for him to delight in all its glory, “Y’know that, don't cha?” 

He swiped two of his fingers across your lips. Even the softest touch elicited the most delicious squelch he had ever heard. 

He hummed in approval, teasing you to his heart's delight, “But she's also so, so dirty, deep down,” He made sure you made the slightest mess, letting your juices drip bit by bit, down to your tight hole and the counter itself, “And this—this is only f’me to see, right, pretty girl?’ 

He captured your lips with his before you could even muster out a breathless ‘yes’, the kiss ending just as quickly as it happened before tapping your lips with his fingers.

You didn't need to be told, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. But his approving hum at your first, kitten-like lick was encouraging. It had you chasing after his praises, verbal or otherwise. 

His cock was downright throbbing, wishing it was his cock you were eagerly drooling on instead of his fingers, but who was he to say he wasn't enjoying the view in hand either? 

Once he was sure they were wet enough, he slid them out of your mouth, crudely enjoying the string of saliva for a second before dropping his fingers to your cunt. 

He mirrored your parted lips, watching your face scrunch up as he eased in one finger. Your whimper was pitiful, and the slightly wicked side of him couldn’t help but coo at you almost condescendingly, knowing you could handle something much bigger than his mere finger, even if they were much thicker than yours. 

He set a torturing pace, taking in the way your body moved, rolling your hips in hopes you’d have his fingers knuckles-deep in you. The way you half-heartedly covered your face with one hand was endearing, probably too overwhelmed by his unapologetic stare.

Then, he cranked up the speed with two fingers, greedy for more of your juices leaking out each time he moved in and out. And by the time you were clenching around three fingers, he was ruthless with his pace. 

Unforgiving. 

He looked euphoric just from bringing the pleasure to you, tipping his head back as he listened to you struggling to hold back your moans and whines whenever he pulled out to tease and slap at your clit.

“Colour?” As casual as he tried to sound, he was just as breathless as you were.

“Green…” You whined, pleading him to continue, even if it felt like you were overstimulating, “Phil, please… Please…!”

You didn’t have to repeat, for he amped up his pace and chased after the climax when the pitch of your voice heightened, arching your back like you weren’t sure if you wanted him to carry on or push him away when you were getting close.

He didn’t falter, nipping on your shoulder just a tad harder just before you trembled, cumming and clenching hard around his fingers. He cupped your face with his other hand, soothing you from your high with praises and kisses. 

“Such a good girl, my good girl. Always so brave f’me, makin’ the sweetest faces. None of those boys gets t’see what I see.” 

It wasn’t long before he carefully slid his fingers out, comforting you each time you whimpered or twitched.

Opting to continue caressing your face, he took the chance to snag a taste of you. Savouring the one taste he had been dying for each time he was away for work.

But he didn’t finish it all. As much as he wanted to, he needed to save the rest for his cock, itching to have a mere feel of your wetness.

Speaking of, he was straining, standing proud and curved a little as the tip, just a hint of red, nearly touched his belly button as soon as he pulled his trousers down. It yearned to feel you, tight and hot, his extra-vulgar actions were the results of restraining himself. 

He shuddered a little—it was entrancing, holding one of your legs up for him to brush his lips against and seeing his cock slide up and down your pussy lips. 

Even after prepping you well, it felt like his cockhead was breaching your walls. You let out a breathy sigh, tilting your head at the upside windows, tensing up at the sight of passersby’s feet at the foot of the glass.

“What do y’think, pretty girl?” He murmured against your leg, still pushing into you, “Do y’think that Thompson guy’s around, wonderin’ why the window’s closed while the car’s still out there?”

The way your head tilted back against the counter in ecstasy, the last rays of the sun shining down on your skin. Even with the AC still on, it stopped neither of you from sweating. The thinnest layer of perspiration, especially gathering along your throat, down to the valley of your breasts—oh, what a shame it would be if he didn’t have even a single lick of it.  

And he did just that, leaning in to give one of your tits a teasing lick.

Those half-lidded eyes, that drunken smile—oh, he was losing it.

He felt like the most blessed man in the world.

“Eyes on me, bunny. He can listen all he wants but this—it’s you and me.”

And it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your peak, Phil kept his eyes on your facial expression because if it wasn’t the sexiest look he had ever seen before he, too, cums with you. In you.

Holding himself up with one hand beside your head, he used the other to caress your face, allowing you all the time in the world to catch your breath. But truth be told, he had fucked the senses right out of you.

“You alright?” “Mmm…” Your murmurs had him chuckling as he carefully gathered you in his arms.

“Can y'walk? Or do I have to carry you? Because y'know I don't mind either way.” Not especially the latter. He may not be as buff as some of his team but he feels good being able to prove the assumptions wrong. So wrong.

You shook your head, and though none of you were even certain what your answer was, Phil somehow understood, but not before letting you collect yourself for as long as you needed. There was no need to rush. Not now.

“Alright, pretty girl. I can do that.”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[ggidolsmuts]

IZ*ONE soloists firing on all cylinders that week

Imagine having an OC moment with all of them 😫

What would you "OC moments" be for each of them? What would make the most sense if you have to chain all of the events together?

If you could only do it raw with one of them(basically breeding them), who would be the lucky one?

I call this "Good Morning Let's Dance Underwater, Taxi!" XD

"Good morning oppa!" You are awakened by Yena pulling the sheets off you.

"Hey Yena, ready for Waterbomb today?"

"Mmhmm, just as soon as I make sure you have a good morning!" The bouncy duck gets on your bed and pulls your boxers down, intent on having her treat. In one solid gulp she takes you all the way down her throat, coating your shaft so that she can jerk you more smoothly in between deep bobs of her head.

"You can ease up, don't you have to sing later? Fuck I don't want you to get tired."

"You better cum quickly then, or do you need some material?" Yena takes off her top, allowing you to watch her tits jiggle as she works on you. Yena quickly earns her good morning as you blow her breakfast down her throat.

"Fuck good morning Yena, that was great."

"Great, I'll see you later then, I need to go prepare!" Yena leaves and you make your own way to the event. You are ambushed by Chaeyeon backstage.

"Hi oppa, let's dance!" She yanks you into a vacant dressing room and kissing you with jittery energy.

"Calm down Chaeyeon! What if someone catches us?"

"It'll be fine, we'll be quick, I just need to work off the nerves." Chaeyeon shimmies out of her shorts, and she is intent on starting a rumor with you, pulling your own shorts down—she didn't want to just get off, she wanted to get fucked right before getting on stage!

"Mmm!" Her hand smacks the door loudly as you can't help but push into her wetness roughly, pinning her against the door. "That's it, fuck me fast, get me off." You make sure not to mess up her hair and make up, holding her steady by her hip and thigh, and keeping your distance so you don't kiss her or leave marks on her accidentally. The end result is even hotter as you watch Chaeyeon's every expression, her eyes fluttering shut on every deep thrust, biting her lip to suppress her moans. You reach a hand between your bodies, and with a firm rub on her clit Chaeyeon yelps before covering her mouth, muffling her loud moans as she clenches around you violently.

"Uhh…" she groans when she finishes, hand falling away from you, completely relaxing against the door. "That was what I needed, thanks oppa!" Chaeyeon turns around and wriggles her hips.

"Quickly, just pull out." A few pumps into her from behind is all you need to finish, spurting your load all over her creamy white butt. You watch as Chaeyeon reverts to being a professional, wiping herself clean before pulling on her shorts yet again. A little shaky on her legs, she still manages a wink and a peck before heading out.

You go out and join the crowd gathering around the stage, ready for the performances. Water rains down on all of you, fired from the powerful water cannons dotting the stage and surrounding area. Someone grabs you on the shoulder, and at first you just assumed it was someone stumbling, but they kept their hand on you, and another daring arm wraps around you torso. You turn sharply to retaliate, only to be greeted by a cheeky grin.

"Eunbi?"

"Shh not so loud." She's wearing a poncho and sunglasses, but her figure is unmistakeable. "Keep looking forward," she adds, sounding like a criminal that has you at gunpoint. You do feel something less pointy but more cushiony as Eunbi hugs you from behind. Her hands dive daringly beneath your shorts, gripping you firmly.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Just enjoy it," Eunbi whispers in your neck. With everyone jumping around you in time with the music, no one is really paying attention to you. Eunbi would just be a clingy girlfriend to anyone looking on. Few would notice her hand down the front of your shorts, unless the person in front turned around fully, and even fewer would notice you jumping weirdly, lightly thrusting your hips forward as Eunbi strokes you from behind.

"Don't you need to go on stage soon?"

"Mmhmm, I just want to make sure you don't pop a boner while I'm on."

"Well ugh fuck, I'm gonna pop if you keep doing this!" Eunbi leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Go ahead, cum for me oppa." She strokes you firmly and palms your head, and with a muted moan you're spurting directly into Eunbi's waiting palm. You hiss in sensitivity as she moves her hand around and over your tip, smearing your load all over it.

"Mm so sticky." She kisses your neck before withdrawing her hand from your shorts. You turn around to see Eunbi licking her hand, sucking her fingers clean. "Delicious. Well, it's almost my turn, enjoy the show!" Eunbi gets on stage shortly after, mic in hand, muck like she had your cock in hand earlier. You barely pay attention to her performance, still mostly stunned at her daring act earlier.

With waterbomb over you remember your other role—to pick up Yuri from the airport. You quickly change into some dry clothes and head over.

"Hi oppa!"

"Hi Yuri, welcome back! I booked a taxi for us, so you can leave right away."

"That's great, thank you so much." Yuri leans in to you flirtingly, firing you a smile that should belie her just getting off a long flight. You help her load her luggage into the trunk, and Yuri's halfway in the taxi before she turns to you quizzically. "Aren't you coming with me?"

"Oh no, I can take the subway back myself."

"No no, come with me!" Yuri pulls you into the taxi and it takes off. At first the two of you are sitting on each end of the taxi, but over time Yuri inches ever close to you, eventually leaning againt you. She grabs your hand, pulling it under the jacket covering her legs and resting it on her thigh. Her eyes twinkle with mischief, and though you remain unmoving, Yuri's slightly moving her legs, parting them slightly, inviting you deeper in. Her breath hitches when you do so, moving up her toned thighs, feeling the smooth skin, quite literally getting warmer to your destination.

"We have arrived." Unfortunately, your destination has been reached before you arrive between Yuri's thighs, and with a disapproving look the taxi driver sees the two of you off, not even getting out of the taxi to help you with her luggage. Yuri asks you to help her bring it up to her apartment, and inevitably you're invited in, and similarly inevitably you're on her bed.

"Shouldn't you rest?" you ask, knowing her answer already.

"No, I'm too horny." Yuri holds up her phone. It's a blow-by-blow of what Yena, Chaeyeon, and Eunbi have done with you today, there for all to see in their group chat. She hikes up her dress, her underwear dropping to the floor. Yuri straddles your hips, the dress hiking up further, revealing more of her delicious thighs. She takes you inside her, and as she sinks deeper down on you, the dress rides up further and further, until finally it reveals your cock buried in her, her lips seeming to grip your shaft, leaving a sheen of slick when she rises a little.

"Oh god yes, that's so deep!" She passes you her phone. "Take a picture." You watch Yuri through the screen, capturing a few of her alluring expressions before putting the phone down. She rides you with purpose, squeezing you with her walls.

"Fuck Yuri that feels so good! Shit you should get off me before I cum!"

"No, I don't want to!" Yuri grabs the phone and types something quickly before shoving it in your face.

Yena: I gave oppa a morning blowjob

Chaeyeon: I let oppa fuck me in the dressing room

Eunbi: I gave oppa a handjob in the crowd during waterbomb

Yuri: I let oppa cum in me

The phone falls to the side as Yuri continues to ride you, the claps of skin on skin loud in the room when she begins to bounce her hips.

"Cum in me, I'm going to cum too!" With Yuri hugging you so tightly there's nowhere for your load to go other than straight into her womb, the two of you connected fully at the hips. Yuri whines into your neck, each moan in time with the tugs of her velvet muscles, urging you to eject more into her.

"Mmm thanks oppa, just what I needed." Yuri rolls off you, your load leaking out of her haphazardly. "You can use the shower if you want, I need to rest a little."

"S-Sure, thanks Yuri." Once you finish your shower you swap with Yuri, and she calls out from the bathroom.

"Can you check my phone for any new messages oppa?" You pick up her phone once more, only to find a new line in the group chat.

I let oppa breed me in the shower

Time to take another shower.

[beansprean]

Izzyhuahua is the most insanely accurate characterization yet. Thank you @batsarebetterthanpeople for your post.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Ed, in a modern black tee shirt and jeans, walks in a door that dings when he opens it. He has a square shaped cloth shoulder bag strapped over his chest that is decorated with skulls and embroidered with "Izzy" at the top. Popping up from inside is a dark brown long haired Chihuahua with white on his muzzle, spots on his head that look like angry eyebrows, and a spot on his cheek that looks like an x. 1b. Ed from the back as he holds up dog Izzy with both hands, saying, "you're gonna have to sedate him." Lucius, dressed as a vet tech in peach scrubs and a red kerchief, holds out his hands to take him with a smirk, responding dismissively, "Haha, don't worry! Dr. Bonnet can handle this little guy." Izzy growls softly. 1c. 10 minutes later. Lucius reappears, hair missed, clothes torn, and a bloody bandage around his left pointer finger. He holds out a form on a clipboard and says, "Yeah, we're gonna need to sedate him."

2a. Close up on Stede, dressed in teal scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck, on a bubbly yellow background. He looks up, eyes widening and cheeks turning red, mouth soft as he fumbles through an introduction, "Hello, I'm Dr. ...uh.... Stede..." 2b. Reverse close up of Ed in a similar state, staring lovestruck and blushing as he responds dazedly, "...Ed..." 2c. Close up on Izzy as he furiously launches himself upwards, growling and snarling! Offscreen, Ed screams, "Ahh, fuck, Izzy, no!!" and Stede shrieks, "Oh God!!" and calls for Lucius.

3a. Later, Izzy is now out cold on an examination table, snoring and tongue sticking out but somehow still looking angry. Text nearby points to him and says "extra extra drugs". Ed and Stede stand on either side of the table, Ed gently petting Izzy's back with a smile as he explains, "He has a lot of separation anxiety... I'd just like him to stop biting people, haha." Stede, arms crossed, looks down skeptically at the dog and just replies, "Right." He thinks to himself, 'Diagnosis: complete asshole.' 3b. Ed looks down, blushing a bit, and continues, "Makes dating kinda tough, heh." Stede immediately perks up but tries to keep it casual, looking everywhere but Ed and sweating at his temple. "oh?" he ventures carefully. "You're single, then?" Ed sighs, replying, "Yeah. Iz here has run off my last two boyfriends." 3c. Ed looks up at the ceiling, playing ignorance, and taps his chin facetiously, wondering aloud, "But maybe if I found someone good with animals...who understood-" Stede, looking sweaty and panicked, interrupts him at top volume with "Do you want to have dinner with me?!" 3d. Stede drops his tomato red face into his hands, mumbling, "I'm sorry, that was so unprofessional..." Ed just beams at him from the other side of the table, clearly having gotten the invite he was fishing for. On the table, Izzy starts to twitch and wake, one angry eye cracking open.

4a. Stede and Ed on a black leather loveseat in Ed's home, mismatched candles the only source of light on either side of them and music drifting sensuously from a speaker. Both are clearly dressed for a date, Stede in a button up and khakis and Ed in a purple henley and gray trousers. They are leaning close, knees interlaced, Ed's hand on Stede's thigh and the other cupping his cheek, Stede with one hand stretched on the back of the couch and the other expertly cupping a wine glass. Their faces are an inch apart, eyes closed, about to have their first kiss. 4b. There is a happy "yip!" as Izzy suddenly jumps up into Ed's lap and places his little paws on his chest, breaking the moment and causing Ed and Stede to jerk back from each other in surprise. 4c. Ed laughs and wraps his hands around the little dog, hearts floating up as he coos, "Aww, Izzy! Did you need some attention?" Unnoticed by Ed, Izzy turns to look at Stede over his shoulder to aim what can only be called a triumphant smirk at him. Stede jerks in surprise and looks immediately offended and angry. /end ID

[gnrswife]

Izzy stradlinXfem!reader

words:884

Warnings: smut..durr

You and Izzy are in the car, making out passionately after a date he took you on. You and Izzy have been dating for a few months and haven't had sex because you're a virgin and scared, but Izzy has been patient, making sure you're comfortable before you decide to go further with him. For weeks, you've been thinking about letting Izzy take your virginity and decided that today you want to lose it to him. As you and Izzy have been making out for a while, you climb on his lap and he grips your hair gently. When you start unbuttoning his pants, Izzy stops and looks at you, asking,

"Wait...are you sure?" Secretly hoping you say yes because he's been dying to fuck you since he met you, you nod, "Yeah, I'm sure...l want you to be my first," you say and smile softly at him. Izzy looks at you to make sure you're serious, and when he sees you are, he smiles big, kisses you with more passion, pulls your shirt off, and continues kissing you. The kisses get deeper and harder; he bites your lip and trails down, nibbling on your neck, leaving hickeys. You moan softly and buck your hips against his, whispering, "Izzy..." Izzy groans, bites your neck softly, and wraps his arms around you, unclipping your bra and watching as your breasts fall out perfectly. He kisses you harder and faster, trailing kisses down your neck, taking your right nipple in his mouth and sucking on it while his left hand toys with your other nipple. "Oh, God, you're so perfect, baby...like a goddess," he whispers in your ear. You moan quietly while he's sucking on your nipples, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling his hair softly. Izzy leans up, softly pulls you down to lay on the seat, and wraps your legs around his neck.

He kisses down your stomach and leaves hickeys in the valley of your breasts all the way down to above your belly button. "Izzy...please," you say, pleading for him to do something. You're so wet Izzy can feel the wetness through your panties. He smiles and lays his head on your stomach softly, trailing his fingers up and down between your folds through your panties. "Oh, baby...you're so wet..is this all for me?" he says lowly. You nod and look down at him and moan, throwing your head back softly, saying,

"Yes, Iz... all for you." Izzy smiles at that, kisses you through your panties, and groans, "Fuck...you smell so good." You grip Izzy's hair as he pulls your panties to the side. "Oh, look at that...she's so beautiful, all pink and wet." He tugs your panties all the way down and, without warning, starts eating you out, sucking on your clit and licking up and down your folds. "Omg! Omg Izzy, please! Fuck, fuck, your tongue feels so good," you moan loudly. Izzy rubs himself against the seat at the sound of your moans and inserts one finger into you. "You're so tight, baby...gotta let you get used to it, or it's gonna hurt really bad," he says softly.

After a few minutes, Izzy is still eating you out and inserts another finger. "Omg! Izzy, I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby," you grip the headrest and cum all over Izzy's face. Izzy licks it up, goes back up to you, and kisses you more passionately.

"You did good, baby...so good for me," he says while unbuckling his pants. "You ready, sweetheart ?" You don't say anything but nod, still coming down from your high from Izzy eating you out. "Come on, baby...I need words, are you ready?" he says lowly in your ear. "Yes..."'m ready, Izzy," you whisper shakily because you can feel Izzy's cock teasing your tight hole and moan. Izzy wastes no time and shoves his dick in you, waiting a second so you can get used to his size. You cry out quietly because the sensation of Izzy entering you is a feeling you never felt before. Izzy groans in your ear and says, "Baby...you're so tight and warm, feels so good... can live in this pussy." You moan out loudly and wrap your legs around Izzy, pulling his hair. Izzy gets lost in the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him and goes harder and faster. When you start to wince and cry, he doesn't stop. "Izzy!.. ow," you moan and cry out for him, and he doesn't stop. Despite this hurting you, your body keeps clenching around him, making him go faster and groan loudly. "Fuck! You were made for my dick, fuck I'm finna cum," he leans down and whimpers in your ear. You scratch at his back, pleading for him to stop, but he doesn't listen. You repeatedly clench around him, moaning loudly, your nails digging into the seat and his back as you cum.

Izzy cums inside you, and you whine low and softly

izzy looks at you with a guilty face and pushes your hair from your face "baby...I didn't mean to be that rough...you just felt so good," he says, laying on you and kissing you more. You shake your head as tears fall.

"...it's okay.it's okay, it felt good," you say, smiling and kissing him, knowing he didn't mean it.

an: okay so this one is straight ass i was running out of ideas near the end so it was rushed BUTT I POSTED THATS ALL THAT MATTERS POOKIES LOVE YA this was a request by my fav pookie btw

[unknownperson246]

Hey i was wondering if you could do one of Izzy Stradlin but in around late 1991-93 with the dreads, like this photo (I’ll send)

I was thinking he could go real hard n shi like yelling at you, growling, just losing his mind over the desire. Then after the fucking during dirty talk he notices he hurt you a bit since how rough he’s been, so he calms down, takes care of you and cleans you up + makes sure you go to next class safely etc

hiii I’m so very sorry it’s late. I hope you enjoy it 🩵🩵

Losing His Mind:

Words: 973

warnings: *smut* fluff* *p in v* *cussing* *age gap* *daddy kink* *degradation* *rough sex* *Izzy is a professor* *praise kink* *aftercare*

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It was the year 1993. You were in a classroom alone with your geography professor. You and Izzy were in an empty classroom. No other souls in sight besides the two of you. His tall naked skinny figure standing in front of you getting ready to demolish your views and feelings about sex with any other man besides him. His cock throbbing, feeling the urge to be inside of you already. You took a deep interest in him. Your obsession with him started when you first started college but you were too shy to say anything to him up until today when you wanted him so badly. You were very needy. While you were deep in your thoughts about how all of this started you felt a hand tugging harshly on your hair. He wanted you so bad. He was going insane over the desire of you. He pulled on your hair making you move towards him. He put his cock inside of you. He immediately pulled out once he realized you were doing it a different way. “Fuck Y/N,” He yelled at you in your face while his cock was moving around on your bare thigh.

“You're doing it wrong,” He said while you both were in the middle of intercourse.

“Well please teach me then Professor Izzy” You let out a moan as you smirk at him.

“Don’t fucking get smart with me dumbass.” He yells.

“You little fucking whore. Aren't you just a needy slut?” He says spitting on your face. He put himself back at your entrance and entered without one warning. He was growling at you like an animal and it scared you. You knew he was going to give the best he had with all of his energy. You loved seeing him this way. You wanted to see Izzy like this all the time but today you must have triggered something in him. It was something you did earlier that made him angry. He already had a suppressed feeling of lust toward you that you triggered. Izzy puts his hands on your hips. He pushes you a bit so you are leaned up on his table so you don’t fall over and hurt yourself. He 

“Izzy it hurts” You cry out trying to communicate that he is hurting you.

“You can take it!” He yells at you. 

“Fuck yeah, I can Daddy,” You say.

His thrusts keep getting even more and more rough when you call him daddy. 

“I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me,” He says, losing his mind over you.

“Iz,” You moan, holding onto his shoulders.

You look at him in his eyes.

“It drives me crazy when you look at me like that” He says each word breathlessly.

“Don’t stop, I'll go harder” You moan.

“I am about to come” You scream.

“Go On” Izzy grabs your neck while thrusting deep inside of you. He keeps on getting rougher with each thrust to the point where you almost bleed. 

Your head goes back while his hands are supporting your neck. Your legs shake but your hands don’t let go of his hips. You hold on for dear life trying not to fall back. Every part of your body wants to give up but you keep on going. Your stomach knots up even more and you release your come on his cock that was begging to be inside of you. He leaves kisses and bite marks on your neck.

“Izzy,” You say, catching your breath.

He feels himself having an orgasm as soon as you have yours. His head flew back against the chalkboard. A few rays of sun hit his eyes and you could see the true color of his beautiful eyes. They were hazel. His hair gleamed a true light brown in the sun. His dreads flew out of his face to the back once his head tilted. He was taking deep and heavy breaths as grunts escaped his mouth. You were mesmerized at the sight of him having his orgasm. You observed everything around you. It was amazing watching him have an orgasm. While he pulled out strings of come followed. The strings went down your thigh. He noticed that you were bleeding at the neck. “Shit, did I bite too hard?” He asked in a soft tone making sure you were okay.

“Yeah, it's nothing,” You say with your fingers tracing over the bloody marks.

He goes to his desk and grabs his first aid kit. He pulls out some alcohol and a cotton pad. He applies some cleansing alcohol to the cotton pad before warning you.

“This is going to sting,” He says.

You nod showing him that you approve. You grit your teeth once you feel the alcohol making contact with your small wound. 

“I’m sorry for all the stuff I said. I didn't mean it. It was me being mean only for role play” He says smiling at you.

“I know. I didn't take it personally” You say back. 

He puts clothes on after he helps you take care of yourself. He helps you fix your clothes once they are on. He helped with your tangled jewelry and your hair. He cleans you up with a wet napkin so you don’t look sweaty. He cleans off the come with the same wet napkin. 

“Did you get any of it on your clothes?” He asks you.

“No Izzy,” You say smiling. 

“Y/N please call me Professor Izzy when we aren't alone. I don't want anyone finding out that we see each other” He says smiling. 

“Sure. Professor Izzy” You say winking at him while you're at the door to leave.

He watches you walk to your next class making sure you safely get to your destination. 

[thekingbiscuit]

I have a bunch of random writing rotting in my notes app, so even though I prefer lurking and reblogging I'm just gonna drop this ravioli outline thing here. It's written quick and dirty but that's just how it iz

Legend wants another divorce

When you're married for tax and immigration fraud purposes, till death do us part doesn't have that much of a kick to it.

The links witness the most lovingly dysfunctional marriage in all hyliankind.

The links turn up at Legends place for the first time. He takes them home, ravio is at the door, angry. Cries at link for leaving him alone for two months, says without his ugly mug threatening the customers he couldn't squeeze as a much money out of them, asks for another divorce, then runs off into their bedroom.

The other links are flabbergasted. Wars is dying inside cause no way is the collector (asshole) is married and divorced. Leg rolls his eyes, ignores questions and tells them to just sleep anywhere and don't touch anything.

At dinner, leg makes ravio a sandwich, gets down on one knee and asks ravio to marry him again. Ravio swoons with a yes, but before he can take a bite, he reams ravio about mixing his merchandise up with his adventure stuff, takes a massive bite out of the sandwich, says he wants to be divorced again.

Ravio won't let link sleep on the bed, it's improper, but leg is freaking tired and he can't have the couch because there are guests over, so leg just tiredly asks if they can be married again, ravio requests dowery of one week of bed cuddles, three days, four days and I'm big spoon. Deal.

At breakfast ravio has a single bite of waffles from wild, requests another divorce, says he wants to marry wild instead. Legend gets up on the table, sword out, and asks wild what he's playing at. Wild is so utterly confused and time diffuses the situation. Legend tells ravio he'll come crawling back and ravio sicks his tongue out at him

Legend does in fact win him back when Ravio needs him to do something in the shop, and leg wants to get paid a wage (and rent), Ravio would rather them be married so he's just contributing to the house.

They go to the castle eventually, mius leg he couldn't be bothered, where Fable tells em yeah they're legally married. Leg didn't tell her outright but she suspects it's because married couples with kids have lower taxes. The other links are shook and confused, so is fable, saying he adopted his three younger siblings. These are just link split up into the triforce heros but the chain doesn't know this.

[iznsfw]

I'm glad the waterbomb festival doesn't have a mascot, or else I fear we would get IZ writing Eunbi sexy time with it 🤐

All the dirty water canon puns that would be in the fic 🙀:yerivamp:

We've already lost to a Mcdonald's clown, you can't hurt us with a waterbomb mascot😣(Thankfully there isn't one)

That's Eunbi cleansing our thoughts with her face of disapproval

That Mcdonald Xiaoting fic has 400 notes by the way so... I guess when horny strikes even Ronald McDonald gets a pass🙊

Have you considered....

It Takes Two to Take On Big and Heavy Things

Kwon Eunbi x Bikini Cups

Eunbi fixes the cardigan over her body. It can't be called one when it's literally see-through, especially when it gets wet, but it has to be there. To contain them. No, not her tits, but the ones who hold them, the ones who—

"Feeling yourself, Eunbi-ya?"

The left cup of the bra presses to her breast. It molds perfectly to her nipple, almost squeezing too hard. Too sensitive to be surprised, Eunbi muffles a whine.

Are they... speaking?

"Bet you feel so sexy right now," a voice from the right says. Immediately, the fabric of the right cup of the bikini slides up and down the curved slopes of her tit. "You want us to slip down, don't you? So everybody could see what you were hiding all along?"

"No!" she denies. What's there to lie about when her legs already squirm together under her white skirt? "I'm... I don't—"

"Shhhhh."

She shuts up. Wait, why is she following orders from a blue bikini? She doesn't know. It just feels right. Somehow.

"Good girl," the Left says, tightening its hold so that she's forced to press herself against the wall, "stay quiet. No more talking. We only want to hear those pretty moans."

"What—"

The Right's fabric twists around her nipple. She lets out a sharp cry. She begins to shiver—alright, alright, she deserves this. She should be following orders.

"G-gah... please," Eunbi says, biting on her lip. She puts her hand under her skirt for she can't take it anymore. She needs it now. "Please, please, please, please—"

"Alright, you've learned your lesson." Intertwined voices reach her ears and send a plummet of lust through her body. "Touch yourself. We'll do the rest."

The fabric twists and caresses her sensitive, perky tits just as her fingers enter herself. Eunbi's large breasts heave at the stimulation and her fingers tend to their speed, accompanying the pleasure with another kind.

Her breath's tangled in a knot. She can't breathe. Her boobs feel too good, drunk in a high of bikini-induced euphoria. Her hand's in on the fun as it plunges and pulls.

From the Left: "You like feeling cloth pull and tweak your cute nipples, Eunbi?"

"Bet she does." Right. "They're so fucking big it should be illegal. But look at this slut enjoying it all. Go harder, I want to see her cum."

See? They have eyes?!

"I-I-I—ahhhh!"

Her clit practically struggles to keep up with her rubbing as she fiddles it to orgasm. Her shouts echo in the dressing room. The bikini cups are undefeatable with their moves that fondle her chest and suck at all the right places. Her thighs curl together while her head throws back into the wall heavily.

"Good girl. Just keep cumming for us."

"I wonder if Bikini Bottom over— I mean, under there is doing a good job sucking her clit."

"Mind your own business!"

[countrymusiclover]

3 - A Sloan Date

Part 4

Feisty Coffee Girl

Running my fingers through my hair I chuckled nervously feeling my face turn red with the interns watching our interaction. “I guess I’m meeting you for the second time, Mark Sloan.”

My entire body had frozen at that moment. I reached into my pocket of my coat drawing out my phone. Scanning through my phone contacts I saw that the number had called me when I had picked up my daughter from school. “You've been blowing up my phone for almost two weeks.”

“I thought you would have called me back by now if you were interested and most people I’m with are typically interested when we first meet.” Mark responded to me shoving his hands inside his coat pockets.

Christina spoke up first behind us. “You know the Mark Sloan.”

“Not really. We only met one time when I worked at the coffee shop.” I corrected her statement before she assumed we had a long past together when we didn't.

Meredith raised a brow. “So how did you two meet?”

“He wanted a coffee and I gave him a scone recommendation. That was basically all.” I looked at the girl.

Izzie finally rounded the nurse desk grabbing me by the back of my jacket pushing me away from the coffee guy. “You listen here Mr. You stay away from her. She doesn't want anything to do with you!”

“Woah Iz dial it down a bit would ya. Nothing happened.” I pushed my way around her, not clear on what she was so pushy about. He was a guy that we were meeting for the first time. He couldn't wrong me from our first meeting.

Mark smiled at me, sending me a wink. “Don’t worry she'd have to let me take her on first before we could ever get serious.”

I felt my face turning red at his words and it only got deeper when our gaze locked onto the other. I didn't feel up to dating at the moment. I had my daughter to think about first and foremost before anybody else. “Mark, I'll at least take you up on your offer to buy me a drink.” I finally spoke towards the plastics surgeon.

“Y/n!” Izzie gasped in disgust.

Waving my hand at her I focused on Mark. “What time were you thinking or what time do you get off of work?”

“How about a quarter to never.” Izzir growled behind me.

Mark put his hands in the pockets of his dark pants. “I'd say around 7. Does that work for you?”

“That’s fine with me.” I replied back.

Someone cleared their throat behind him and we saw an older black guy standing before us. “Dr. Sloan can I see you in my office?”

“Sure chief. I'll see you tonight, feisty coffee girl.” Mark sent me a wink following him to his office on the next floor of the hospital.

Another doctor walks over to our group that had styled black hair and soft eyes that met in Meredith’s direction but says nothing for a few minutes. The man finally did say something to the group though. “So. Who’s the feisty coffee girl?”

“That would be me.” I raised my hand moving away from Izzie, extending my hand to the guy. “Y/n, Y/n Stevens .”

“Derek Shepherd. Nice to meet you. Uh I'm sorry but do you know the kid driving the wheelchair through the hospital?” Derek introduced himself before my eyes went wide, turning around on my feet.

I jumped backwards away from him when a wheelchair came running past us and I instantly saw my daughter being the one driving it through the hospital area. “Uh sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later, Izzie. Eve!” Chasing after her it took me a good few minutes before I had caught up with her and we made our way home since I had to get ready for my date with a doctor.

“Why can’t I come with you?” Everly asked me eating her chicken bites that I had made for her in the oven.

Slipping on my tenna shoes I was standing in my bedroom with the door open so we could still talk. “Because where mommy is going tonight isn't a place for kids. Don't worry we will spend the whole day together tomorrow to make up for it.” I told my young child looking at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t been on a date in forever.

“I'll get it!” The doorbell rang with Everly opening it revealing Caroline who closed it behind her.

She sat her bag down searching for me. “Y/n, I want to see your outfit before the date tonight!”

“Does this look too simple? It feels too simple but we're just supposed to go out for drinks. I mean it isn't helping this is my first date since I had Eve basically but-” I was cut off with my best friend raising a hand.

She eyed my outfit, which was some ripped blue jeans and a light orange lace shirt that was short sleeved. I left my hair down where I had curled the ends of it to look slightly cuter. “You look cute and he clearly found you attractive in your work uniform so you shouldn’t have to worry.”

“Okay I’ll choose to believe you.” I smiled, calling my daughter over. “Everly!”

She ran over to me when I lowered myself down to a knee hugging her before I left for the evening. “Promise me that you will be super good for Caroline while I am gone.” She looped her pinky with mine and I did the same making our promise. The bar that we were meeting at was near my apartment building so I could just walk down there. Walking down a few different streets I entered the bar seeing Mark sitting at one of the bar tables.

“There’s my feisty coffee girl.” Mark smirked when I sat down on the barstool across from him sitting my bag on the edge of the table. His eyes scanned over me not dropping the smirk. “You look cuter than you did in your work uniform.”

I blushed, snorting out a laugh. “I would hope so, Dr. Sloan.”

“Dr. Sloan, you don’t gotta call me that when we aren’t in the hospital. We’re on a first name basis aren’t we?” Mark smiled with a waitress bringing over two shots of tequila.

Picking up the glass I corrected my last statement. “My bad, Mark. But if we’re on a first name basis, call me Y/n.” We both raised our shot glasses and downed the drink yet I scrunch my nose at the bitter taste not used to doing strong alcohol.

“You okay, Y/n?” Mark asked, seeing the reaction on my face.

Covering my face with my freehand sitting my glass down on the table. When I got pregnant with Eve I didn’t have my first real drink until the day she went to elementary school. “Sorry tequila ain’t my thing.”

“We can go for something lighter. I ain’t picky especially if we can meet up again.” He met my gaze, waving the waiter over to get some different shots for us. We had done about four or five different shots just talking about his job and my job.

I wasn’t sure if I could tell him about my daughter yet. Most of the time when I did guys pretty much didn’t call me back after the date or just left during the date. If it was just me and Eve for a few more years I’d be somewhat okay with that. “You really want a second date. I didn’t think a simple coffee shop girl would impress a plastic surgeon.”

“You’re not a simple coffee girl, Y/n.” Mark sat his glass down reaching for my freehand laying on the table intertwining his with mine. “There’s something about you that interests me.”

I blurted out the question feeling embarrassed the second I said it. “You aren’t just saying that so I’ll sleep with you?”

“I’ll prove it.” He responded quickly back.

A curious look crossed my face. “How ya gonna do that?”

“While we keep going out I won’t sleep with anyone else. I won’t even mention it unless you want me too. Does that seem fair?” Mark squeezing my hand waiting for my response.

Squeezing his hand in mine I agreed to the offer not knowing what I was getting myself and my daughter at some point into. “Sounds like an interesting challenge. I accept it.” The night ended with him walking me back to my building and nothing more.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[he-goes-down]

Hi, it's me again, can I ask you for a smut with our dear Izzy, like him in the Juju Hounds era, like he's in a photoshoot and he and the fem reader that is the photographer have sex ? I love Izzy dreads!

OMG YESSSSSS juju hounds izzy is my life line

Photograph

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x reader

Warnings: smut, videotaping, unprotected p in v, small dirty talk

Second Person POV:

“Okay and pose.”

You said and the flash snapped, temporarily blinding your boyfriend and his band as they tried their best to keep their eyes open. That was the end of the whole band shoot and it was time for just an Izzy cameo. “That was a good one, thanks guys.” You put a little thumbs up in the air as you peaked into the camera. The band started to leave to go to a bar down the street, they said bye to Izzy and yourself saying they’ll see the two of you later at the bar. “Okay Iz, come here.” You said and he walked up to you. You showed him some of the pictures and let him choose what he thought was the best. Soon it was the slotted time for his shoot.

“Okay, a little to the left, you arm a bit more up.” You spoke, peaking into the camera as you ordered him around. Another flash. You did another thumbs up as an indication he could stop his pose. “I love it when you order me around.” He flirted. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his words. He soon began to do bad attempts at model poses. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” He said striking a god awful pose. You laughed at his sillyness and was about to take a picture but he moved and you took a photo of him in the middle of a laughing smile. So cute. But you went back to your normal schedule photoshoot. Taking a few really good shots and a few crappy ones, crappy ones that were in his opinion, but you thought they we’re good, especially the model was a really sexy man.

You were soon finished with it and began to order around the photos you took, what will be further edited and what will be discarded. Izzy came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist resting on your hips, his mouth coming for a quick peck on the neck and then resting his head on your shoulder. Watching as you scrolled through the pictures on the camera. “What happens with the shit ones?” He asked. “They get deleted but I’m gonna keep these ones.” You told him, still looking through the photos you took of your boyfriend. “And do what with them?” He asked with a certain lusty and suggestive undertone. “Doesn’t matter, you won’t be there when I use them.” You played on with his joke. “Is that so?” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked at you, his mouth now going back to your neck but this time, suck snd biting the sensitive skin, making you moan in your mouth. “I’ll always be here when you… need me.” He took a suggestive pause. “No need for photographs.” He said, his one hand squeezing your hip and moving you to face him slightly. His other hand going from his hip to your heat. He passionately kissed you on the lips, you moaning against his mouth as his fingers passed over your cunt. The sexual noises spilling out from each others lips as his tongue entered your mouth and you began to heatedly make out

You started to frantically unbutton his shirt, wanting him to stop teasing your pussy and to fucking rail you. “Someone’s needy…” He said. His hands now going to your shirt, untucking it from your pants and traveling under your shirt feeling your bare skin. His hands staying at your upper torso, his thumbs playing with your sensitive nipples as he held you. “Izzy… fuck- just please…” You begged. “Mhm? Use your words baby.” He told you. “Izzy-…fuck me.” You softly panted. “Say no more.” He finished. Both of you began to shed off your clothes. Izzy went to one of the tables placing some of the equipment off the table, but taking the spare camera and putting it ,slightly tilted downwards on the self above the table. He pressed the record button. “Now you’ll have a video of me.” Izzy said taking you by the hand leading you to the table. Bending you over the table and adjusting his position behind you. His highly above average cock lining up to your pussy. Your cunt ached and screamed for his big dick to absolutely destroy you. “You ready baby?” He asked, gripping your hips tightly. You nodded and whined. “Good girl.” He said and he began to slowly penetrate through your clenching heat. His cock stretching you out roughly, making you back arch, but Izzy pushed you back down on the table, your tits and stomach pressing against the cold surface of the table. Izzy’s one hand now placed on your back and the other on your hip. He groaned loudly as he was all the way in you. “God, fuck baby…” He mumbled. You whined and clenched around as he began to thrust into you. Small slaps with each time his hips met your ass.

Izzy looked up straight to the camera, giving a wink before he grabbed both your hips and slammed into your pussy like no tomorrow. “F-…Fuck!” You screamed and moaned. Stuttering and mumbling as he railed you. “My girl likes to be fucked like a fucking slut yeah?” He smirked as he went harder and faster. “Mmm… Fuck! Izzy-…” you moaned his name as continued to repeatedly fuck your pussy till it went numb, hitting your g-spot making your head fog and your moans slur. You clenched around him hard feeling that you were about to cum from his hellish thrusts. He knew that feeling all too well, he knew every inch if how your body worked and how you liked it. “My good girl gonna cum?” He praised through pants. “Ah-! Izzy! Fuck!” You cursed and shook under his touch and dick. “Cum for me slut.” He told you and with that sparked your stomach to burn, your walls to clench and your legs to buck and shake. Cumming all over his dick, whining and whimpering as he still harshly fucked you. “Izzy-…” “Yes baby, I’m so close.” He huffed, his thrusts getting sloppy and faster as he pushed to cum inside you. “God- fuck!” He groaned loudly as he spilled inside you.

“Now you have something more to use in your alone time.”

A/n: it was really bad im sorry im running on 3 hours of sleep

[th0rns-n-r0ses]

Could you please please please do a smut inspired by faster pussycat’s song Where There’s a Whip There’s A Way with either Duff or Izzy????

where there's a whip, there's a way ~

[WARNING - SADISM//MASOCHISM, WHIPS]

izzy stradlin ~ smut ~ female reader ~ 1076 words ~

~~~~~

Fear courses through your veins. But desire and pleasure swirl in with that fear, causing sweat of anticipation to bead up on your forehead. Your eyes dart over to Izzy as he takes a whip off of the wall of his closet and walks over to you. Every little inch of your body is practically screaming for you to beg for mercy [In a sexual way, of course], but the ball gag that Izzy has shoved in your mouth is certainly preventing that.

Izzy approaches you, wearing nothing but his black boxers, which tighten as he sees you tied up in such a vulnerable state, his cock growing hard. Everyone underestimates Izzy, but when it comes to the bedroom, he’s gonna take over the whole situation. You of all people would know, of course, he loves to see your hot body squirm and writhe for him.

He approaches you slowly, and you look down at his hard cock, seeing the outline through the fabric. Your heart catches in your throat and your breath quickens, some spit falling from your lips due to the gag. The whip drags on the ground as he walks, giving him a dangerous sort of vibe. And God, did it make you hot. Sweat trickles down your face, coating your face with that hot feeling. Izzy’s fingertips touch your cheek, wiping away some of the sweat that clings to your skin and hair. A small, twisted smile forms on his slender and pale face.

“God, you’re such a whore.” Izzy cracks the whip, making a menacing and loud noise. “And I fucking love it.” He snickers and backs away, the whip following him on the floor. Your eyes dart to the whip, fearing its power. Izzy turns back around, the whip trailing around him. He snaps it, a loud CRACK coming from the whip. You wriggle and squirm, preparing for the pain and sting of the whip. Your eyes land on his, that sadistic gaze looking you right in the face.

SNAP.

The whip hits your skin, leaving a huge stinging sensation across your body. You scream, the gag heavily muffling the noise. Tears stream down your face. God, that whip hurts, but it feels so good!

“You like that, don’t you, you slutty little masochist?” Izzy sneers with a smirk, whipping you again, a harsh stinging on your stomach. You let out a cry and a moan through the gag, feeling the tight striptease garments tighten around you from how much you’re squirming. You insisted on going naked, but Izzy didn’t want to hurt any sensitive part of you, despite being such a sadist. It’s a bit sweet really.

CRACK!

Another whip hits you on the arm, right on the bicep. You scream in pain and pleasure, every little sensation surging through your body. Those screams seem to turn him more, as well as the sight of sweat and spit dripping off your face.

“This is gonna be fun.”

~~~~~

“Move, you slut.” Izzy commands.

“Iz, baby, I can’t..” You groan, your legs shaky and tired from riding him for so long. God, he’s so good at this. So far, Izzy’s gotten three orgasms out of you, but he’s never even shown signs of breaking, not even for a moment. You swallow, looking down at your bruised body that’s covered in Izzy’s bite marks and hickeys he’s given you on the stomach, chest and shoulders. The puffed up marks across your body sting and burn. Your whole body feels so weak, not knowing if you can move on any further. “Yes, you can. Now move!” Izzy growls, leaving a hard slap on your ass. You groan loudly, your head falling back from the pain. From the intensity, you know that slap’s gonna leave a mark for a while.

Following his command, you bounce yourself up and down on his cock, moans and whimpers escaping your mouth as you do so. Izzy gives you a sly smirk and lays back, lighting a cigarette as you ride his cock.

“Such an obedient whore.” Izzy smirks and runs a hand on your thigh, breathing in some smoke and breathing out, a cloud escaping his lips. His arrogance makes you feel utterly defeated, as if he’s just looking at you for entertainment. You slam yourself down on his dick, the sudden change of manner sending a wave of shock from him, his eyes widening and the cigarette almost falling from his lips. That’s it. You’ve found the weak spot.

You move your hips, riding hard on Izzy’s cock. He tenses up, breathing in through his teeth. He puts out the cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed, tilting his head back and tightly grabbing your waist. As you feel his strong hands grip your body, you feel a shiver slip up and down your spine, causing you to falter. Izzy’s tight grip on you gives him a sense of control, and he starts to forcefully shove you down on his cock in quick and hard movements. Your g-spot gets his with every movement, causing loud and high-pitched moans to leave your mouth and fill the room. Izzy grunts a little bit, knowing that he was finally gonna cum soon.

Your entire body tenses and your stomach churns, feeling an orgasm being drawn out by him and his forceful movements. Izzy grits his teeth, looking at you with a pleased and hungry look in his eyes. You cum on his cock, high and desperate moans escaping your mouth as he fucks you throughout it, edging closer himself.

“I’m so close.. God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Izzy groans in that calming yet sensual tone, his body shaking a bit as he comes closer and closer to his orgasm. You let out hoarse moans and whines, your entire body aching from the rough sex he’s giving you, his cock slamming into your body. Izzy’s breaths grow heavy and his jaw clenches as you feel his cum coating the inside of your cunt. You let out a long moan and fall over on him.

Izzy chuckles, stroking your hair as you lay on top of him. You can tell he’s proud of you for getting this far, as it’s always hard to make the guy cum. He looks down at you as you rest your head on his chest, one of his hands on your cheek, looking you in the eye.

“Why don’t we do this again next week? ~~~~~

[Listen to this song though, its actually so good]

[rainbowmoonstonestories]

Let Your Dreams Be Your Wings | Chapter 18

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix 2022, minor content from the Comics) Rating: Explicit Relationships Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x F!Reader  Characters: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus, Lucienne, Matthew the Raven, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Hob Gadling, Death, Rose Walker, The Corinthian, other minor Sandman characters, Original Characters. Warnings: 18+ content (minors DNI), explicit sexual content, POV switching, very long chapters to read. Summary: You always dreamed of becoming a successful Fashion Designer, sharing your creations with the world and making your father proud. But with him being very ill and so many costs solely weighting on your shoulders, things didn’t go as planned and you had to take a different path instead. An interesting offer led you to the elder Alex Burgess and you were hired as a new housemaid for a very good pay. However, your kindness and outstanding empathy convinced the man to give you an additional task for a doubled compensation; gaining the trust of Dream Of the Endless, held captive into the basement for over a century. Despite the shock of finding such an ethereal entity stripped of all his clothes and contained into a confined space, you had to accept for the sake of your father. But the more you got to speak to the mysterious anthropomorphic personification who didn’t utter a single word, the more you were lost into his eyes that, conversely, seemed to contain the entire universe. A deep connection formed between the two of you, separated only by a thick layer of glass.

Little did you know, what started like a simple housemaid job was about to change your life forever.

Credits: The moon dividers were made by firefly-graphics

Tagging: @number-0-iz, @emarich7, @jaziona92. If anyone else wants to be tagged in the next updates, let me know! I noticed that Tumblr sometimes won't let me tag everyone for some unknown reason, so if it comes to that I can at least send you a message to notify you.

You can also read this on AO3 if you feel more comfortable!

While on one hand your work in Cape Kennedy was progressing without any hiccup, the situation with the Vortex was beginning to escalate and deteriorate at a very alarming rate. But there was only so much that you, as a mere mortal, could do to assist.

The Corinthian lounged in his chair, his unsettlingly perfect smile unwavering as he examined you through his disconcerting, mirrored sunglasses. You stayed as motionless as a still lake, frozen and unflinching, with your heart pounding intensely in your chest.

Even though fear engulfed you and the Nightmare instilled a chilling sense of dread, you were determined not to present yourself as vulnerable or an easy prey.

"Well, look who we have here," he remarked, settling comfortably and flashing his trademark grin. "Do you remember me?”

"Naturally," you replied, your tone distant and firm. "Thanks for the drink, but I must admit I'm not really into the Black Russian Cocktail.”

He let out a chuckle, seemingly entertained by your biting response. "Ah, such a shame. I thought it might be to your taste,” he said, his voice silky, laced with feigned charm. "But I assure you, I'm not just here to buy you a drink. In fact, I'm more interested in...conversation.”

A shiver coursed down your spine, but you held your stance, your hand reaching for the Moonstone necklace as a form of support. "What do you want, Corinthian?" you questioned, managing to keep your voice steady despite the terror simmering within you.

His grin broadened at the mention of his name. "Straight to the point. I like that.”

He leaned slightly forward, cautious not to breach the invisible protective barrier that the necklace symbolized. "I just happened to be in the area and saw a familiar face. It's always nice to catch up with old acquaintances.”

You narrowed your eyes, not letting his nonchalant demeanor fool you. "Acquaintances? Is that what we are now? Because the last time we met, I didn't even know your name.”

The Corinthian shrugged, pretending indifference. "Names are overrated. It's what lies beneath that's truly interesting. Speaking of which,” His gaze shifted to the pendant in your hand. "That's a beautiful Dreamstone you're wearing there.”

As an entity crafted by Morpheus himself, you speculated it would be easy for him to sense his master's essence residing in the stone. The crystal had not yet shone any light, but it likely wouldn't trigger as long as a secure distance was maintained.

Given his aim to stay under the radar, it was certainly unthinkable to do anything that might catch Morpheus' attention.

Despite this, you were not ready to lower your defenses. You gripped the pendant tighter, your knuckles whitening, until you were overpowered by a terrible uncertainty.

The pendant housed Morpheus' energy, the identical one he employed to craft his subjects. All of them, Dreams and Nightmares alike, including the Corinthian. Would it even function against that creature, or was it destined to stay inactive in the presence of its creator's power?

However, understanding Morpheus as you did, you figured that he wouldn't leave anything to chance.

"You stay away from me," you warned, your voice low but fervent.

He lifted his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender. "Easy there. I'm not looking for trouble. Just a friendly chat. After all, it's not every day you run into someone who's so... special."

His tone bordered on teasing, but underneath it lurked a layer of menace.

You shot him a stern look, your heart maintaining its rapid pace. "Why are you really here?”

The Corinthian's smile remained, but a spark of irritation flickered across his face. "Let's just say I'm here on business. But you, my dear, seem to have stumbled into something far bigger than you realize. I wonder...do you even know what you're protecting yourself from?”

You offered no response, your silence serving as a testament to your fear and resolve.

The Corinthian reclined again, his expression contemplative. "You know, the Dreaming is a fascinating place. Full of wonders and horrors alike. It's a shame, really, that some of us can't ever truly escape it.”

Your fingers traced the contours of the Moonstone, deriving fortitude from Morpheus' gift.

You looked intently at him, your jaw set rigidly. "You were meant to stay. The Waking World is not the place for you.”

The Corinthian chuckled with a predatory glint that seemed to emerge on the dark lenses. “Ah, but the Waking World is so much more entertaining. So many unsuspecting souls, so many dreams to twist and shatter. The Dreaming can be quite confining, don’t you think?”

"You're playing a dangerous game here. You know that sooner or later he's going to find you, right?”

He laughed once more, a sound lacking any semblance of mirth. "Oh, but I have plans, my dear. Grand plans. And they don't include being sent back to the Dreaming like a misbehaving pet.”

His presence was deeply disturbing, stirring an urge in you to eradicate him instantly. It would be so easy; you had the means to inform Morpheus, to signal him that his nightmare had reappeared before your eyes. Yet, despite your impulse to act, you were held back by the bustling public scene, brimming with humans immersed in their own lives.

“Dreams are fragile things. And even the most powerful can crumble under the right pressure.”

You swallowed hard. "Be that as it may, you can't hide from your master forever.”

"That won't be necessary.”

At that moment, the suspicion began to creep into your mind that he was not only aware of the forming Vortex, but also harbored intentions of exploiting Rose for his own gain. Perhaps that could provide an explanation for the persistent feeling in your gut.

Alternatively, it could be your paranoia casting a cloud over your perception, and his presence in Cape Kennedy might not be related to the girl at all. However, his hints towards a grandiose scheme were undeniable, and whatever he was plotting, it was improbable that it would result in anything remotely beneficial.

Your phone began to vibrate and ring on the table, breaking the tense silence yet escalating your alertness. Andrew's name lit up on the screen, and despite your strong desire to extricate yourself from that situation, your body didn’t budge.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

Your eyes blazed with defiance. "Just so we’re clear, I won't let you harm anyone. Especially not him.”

It was a daring move on your part. What could a mere mortal such as yourself, lacking any supernatural abilities and unaware of this Nightmare's true potential, realistically hope to achieve against such monster?

“We’ll see about that.”

The Corinthian maintained his malevolent smirk, as he rose from his chair and smoothed out his jacket. The ringing of your phone ceased, the screen going dark. "Well, it's been delightful catching up, but I must be going. Places to be, people to see, dreams to corrupt. You know how it is.”

He made a motion to leave, but then halted, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing. Give my regards to Dream. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again very soon.”

Your blood ran cold as he continued speaking, gradually advancing towards the door.

“Enjoy your stay in Cape Kennedy, sweetheart. And remember, nightmares can follow you anywhere.”

With that, the Corinthian vanished into the bustle of the street, leaving you in solitude at the bar, your thoughts spiraling out of control.

You exhaled a prolonged, trembling breath of relief as soon as you found yourself alone at the table, your fingers finally releasing their grip on the Dreamstone. The fact that he left you entirely untouched, without even attempting to lay a finger on you, could signify a multitude of possibilities. Was he planning to toy with you a bit longer before erasing your existence from this world? Did he have intentions of annihilating the entire human race, you included, all in one sweep?

When your phone rang again, you jumped in your seat. You allowed the call to continue for a few more seconds, swallowing down your anxiety and only answering it when you were certain you could muster up your voice.

"Andrew, hi.”

"Oh, Y/N, you answered! I'm nearly there.”

"Yeah, I inadvertently left my phone on silent," you feigned. "I'm on my way.”

"Oh hey, is everything alright? You sound strange...”

Apparently, you weren't very good at concealing it.

"I'm fine! Just a bit tired, it seems the jet lag is really taking a toll on me now.”

Fortunately, Andrew seemed to accept your excuse. "Ah yes, of course! Sorry for having you run around like this.”

You swiftly settled the bill for your drink, leaving the undesirable Black Russian Cocktail abandoned on the table. "No need to apologize, I came here specifically for this.”

"Yeah, but I'm not in any hurry at the moment. So if you need to take things slower, just let me know, okay?”

You smiled, exiting the bar and crossing the street, breathing in the refreshing salty air. "Of course, but don't worry!”

"Right. I've just arrived. Are you nearby?”

"Yes, literally five minutes away.”

"Great! I'll hang up now, see you in a moment!”

As you slipped your phone back into your bag, you were taken by a sudden wave of calm and contentment, simply from Andrew's display of kindness and concern. Given the extremely negative energy you had absorbed from the Corinthian, the positivity radiating from your newly-acquired friend served to completely dispel the Nightmare's impact on you.

Nevertheless, the situation was not to be underestimated. Even though Morpheus might have been unaware, the possibility of his own creation plotting to obliterate not just the Dreaming but also the Waking World was a grave matter. It was vital that he be apprised of the looming threats he was up against.

Unfortunately, given his perpetual sense of duty, there was a fear that this revelation might exacerbate his self-blame. The notion of you coming across the Corinthian in London had already caused him significant distress, to the extent that you were fearful of his reaction to finding out that the Nightmare had, in essence, posed an indirect threat to you.

No, it was preferable to keep this information to yourself for the time being. Having a line of communication with the King of Dreams, you had the capability to reach out and converse with him if the need arose. Thus, as you spotted Andrew awaiting you on the most picturesque beach of Cape Kennedy, you made a silent pledge to yourself to monitor Rose as closely as possible, ensuring that no harm would befall the girl and, by extension, all of you.

Andrew couldn't have come up with a better idea. He intended for you to experience the magnificence of Cape Kennedy up close, guiding you on one of the most serene strolls you'd ever taken in your life. The melody of the sea was enchanting, the sky was unblemished, and the ocean was astoundingly beautiful. Owing to the Beach Land that was a frequent destination in your dreams, you had cultivated a deep fondness for the ocean.

Once again, he transported you back to his quarters for a thorough work assessment and outline. Charlotte was even more ebullient than the previous day, welcoming you with a warm hug and presenting another tray of fresh beverages and snacks, which you gladly accepted. Andrew had already given his approval to your drafts and the requested modifications, so technically, a large part of your job was already completed. What Andrew sought from you now was counsel on the overall presentations, along with guidance regarding the advertising strategy.

You were so immersed in the task at hand, surrounded by stacks of papers as you both scribbled notes and laid out plans on your laptops, that time slipped away unnoticed. Dinner had come and gone in what felt like an instant, the sky transitioning from daylight to a dark canvas speckled with twinkling stars amidst your ongoing conversations.

As the day came to a close, Andrew drove you back to Hal's B&B, suggesting you get some rest before the next briefing. A tranquil night was upon you, underscored by the calming whispers of rustling leaves and cricket melodies.

Yet, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something could emerge from the shadows unexpectedly at any moment.

Your footsteps reverberated along the pathway leading to the front door. As you pushed it open, the sound of Hal's voice drifted from nearby.

“There’s not much to do in Cape Kennedy after dark. Or during the day for that matter.”

You stopped in your tracks. His voice resonated with an unmistakable undertone of exhaustion and defeat.

“That’s kinda what I like about it,” Rose retorted in response. “I was thinking, maybe I should move back.”

“Why? To do what?”

The tone of Hal's inquiry made his disapproval abundantly clear.

“I don’t know. Before my mom died, I was gonna go to grad school… and try to become a writer.”

Nonetheless, Rose appeared unperturbed and relaxed, exuding an air of tranquility.

“But maybe it’s like you and New York.”

“God. I hope not.”

“No, I mean, your life is here,” she corrected. “You have this house, people who love you. You’ve got Dolly.”

You generally refrained from eavesdropping, but you felt that interrupting at that juncture would be incredibly inappropriate. Thus, you remained standing outside, right before the slightly open door.

“Rose, do you think I wanna be here? Cleaning after Barbie and Ken? Don’t get me wrong, I love them, they’re great. But if Broadway called tomorrow, I would sell this fucking house.”

The palpable sorrow in his voice touched a nerve. You had experienced similar sentiments once, longing to discard everything you had in pursuit of the fulfilling life you aspired to lead.

“And I would never think about any of these people ever again.”

There was a pause, followed by Hal's voice resuming once again.

“Go to grad school, write a novel… about me, but do it now while I’m still cute enough to play myself in the movie.”

Rose's soft chuckle was barely audible, but the joy it conveyed was unmistakable. It mirrored the enjoyment you felt, prompting a quiet smile to spread across your face.

“’Cause this, was never my dream.”

Soon after, Rose withdrew to the room she shared with Lyta to turn in for the night. Hal continued to clean up the area, the sound of glasses clinking against each other echoing throughout the room. Truth be told, you were keen to have a one-on-one chat with the girl as you hadn't yet gotten a proper chance to explain your encounter. But in that moment, you felt an overwhelming urge to give Hal some words of support, a growing desire in your heart that you simply couldn't overlook.

At last, you walked inside, gently closing the door behind you and advancing towards Hal, who was gathering the last vestiges of the drinks the others had left behind. Catching sight of you, he performed a graceful twirl and greeted you with a smile as radiant as the sun.

"Hi! I haven’t seen you all day. Has your work with Andrew been keeping you on your toes?”

"Somewhat, but things are progressing quite well," you responded.

"Oh, I'm certain. With your talent and his qualities, I can only anticipate the best.”

Shadowing his movements, you nervously bit your lower lip. "Speaking of talent, I couldn't help but overhear your exchange with Rose.”

Hal halted, clutching the empty tray in his hands. "Well, it was just, you know, something I needed to get out of my chest.”

You nodded in understanding. "We need that sometimes. But allow me to remind you that you already have everything you need within your grasp.”

He let out a sigh. "If only, my dear.”

"No, I'm serious. Maybe I don't have the right to say this, given we just met yesterday. And I understand this might sound like empty encouragement from someone who doesn't fully get your struggle. But you are so much more than this life you're discontented with.”

He had already talked about his aspirations with you - his dream to take center stage in Broadway's grandest shows, to become a celebrated star whose name would be remembered by all. Observing how his present life was constricting him, you felt an irresistible need to emulate your mother and extend as much consolation as you could.

You were no deity, no monarch of dreams. But he was a reflection of your past self and everything that persona embodied. Though you understood you were not your mother, you were at least confident in knowing the right words to express.

Hal's shoulders sagged and the new smile he offered was imbued with sadness and resignation. "Y/N, you're so kind to say that. But do you really think anyone would consider a Drag like me?”

"Hal, I witnessed your performance last night. Your voice is spectacular, and your stage presence was so mesmerizing that I couldn’t even blink while watching you.”

"Thanks, darling, But that won't exactly open the doors to Broadway for me.”

You shook your head in disagreement. "You don’t know that.”

He persisted in his skepticism, his countenance marked by desolation, as he found it impossible to conceive a more promising future for himself. You couldn't simply stand by and accept his surrender to circumstances.

“I mean, look at me. I am a living testament to how a life that once felt riddled with misery can transform into everything you've ever dreamed of.”

"Yes, and I love having you here right now. But I'm not like you, Y/N. All I can do is wait and hope that this endless cycle will take a different direction. Rather sooner than later.”

His pessimism didn't surprise you. After all, there was a time when you too were unwilling to believe in the possibility of betterment, bracing for nothing but disaster despite your father's and Hob's efforts to help you see things from a different angle.

"Or, you could cultivate this talent of yours and follow your dreams. Don't let it go to waste, you truly deserve to shine,” you said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

At that moment, something unusual occurred. A warmth emanated from your heart, appearing to radiate along his sleeve. Hal's face transitioned into one filled with wonder and surprise, staring at you as if he'd just seen a miracle unfold right before his eyes.

"Hal, you have your own individuality that defines who you are now, and also who you can become if you don’t give up.”

This time, he seemed to contemplate it, diverting his gaze and pursing his lips. "You do have a unique flair for words, don't you?” he noted, breaking into another bright smile and letting out a profound sigh.

He wasn't the first to compliment your communication skills, which evidently played a significant role in your professional success.

Still, you couldn't help but feel that it wasn't merely a perk you had acquired, but more so a family trait that you had inherited from birth.

"I try, at least.”

"Keep doing that, and you'll go really far in life.”

You chuckled, releasing him and slipping off your jacket. Somehow, as soon as you moved away, it felt like the enchantment had shattered, returning the atmosphere to its prior, ordinary state.

“Just give it some thought,” you suggested.

"Oh, I will. Maybe a good dream will stir some inspiration tonight.”

As you approached the stairs, gradually ascending the first few steps, you flashed a playful yet sincere wink in his direction. "Dreams have the power to do just that.”

If only he, or anyone else for that matter, could comprehend the depth of that truth. If only they could marvel at the wonders that the King of Dreams could bestow upon each one of them, had they dared to ask.

How had the mortal realm managed to endure an entire century devoid of the Dreaming? How had you navigated through countless silent, barren, desolate nights?

However, the elements within the dream realm could be as breathtaking as they were daunting. There were beings as mighty as the Corinthian, who had transformed what was meant to merely mirror humanity's deepest fears into a tangible nightmare in the Waking World.

Upon finding the plush comfort of your bed, you attempted to expunge all traces of those convoluted emotions from your gut. As you drifted off to sleep, you could only wish to find yourself enveloped by the dream figures you held so dear, all except Morpheus who, much to your chagrin, was preoccupied with the quest to locate his Dream and Nightmares.

One of which was tremendously close to all of you in the mortal realm.

As you leisurely strolled along the beach, your father's hand in yours, your younger self dipped her toes into the moist sand along the shoreline. You felt incredibly small and unburdened, reminiscent of the times you used to visit the seaside many years ago. The beach was tranquil, with no one else in sight, just you and your father gathering exquisite seashells and breathing in the refreshing air.

"Be careful there," he teased. "Or else you'll run out of space in that bucket.”

"I can't help myself," you replied cheerfully. "There are so many seashells, I want to collect them all.”

"This really is the best place in the world, innit?”

You nodded emphatically. "Of course it is, we're in the Dreaming.”

It was fascinating how a part of you maintained awareness, while another part seemed to have been transported back to the innocence and simplicity of your childhood.

"Beautiful. Simply beautiful," he observed.

The day was idyllic, reflecting the splendor of the dreamworld. You watched your small fingers digging into the damp sand, extracting more seashells and stones, each one glittering under the sun like a precious jewel.

But it was not reality, it was merely an illusion, a façade on the verge of shattering before your eyes.

Suddenly, a distant rumbling echoed in the sky, a sound that wasn't a novel occurrence.

"What was that?”

Your father appeared completely unconcerned, disregarding the approaching roar entirely. "Mh? What are you referring to, darling?”

“That sound.”

"What sound? All I can hear is the ocean.”

You stopped, causing your father to pause his strides as well. With the bucket's handle clenched tightly in your small fist, you focused on discerning the subtle noises in your surroundings.

Indeed, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, leading you to conclude that what you had heard was merely conjured by your imagination.

Until a colossal fissure, which jolted the entire landscape, emerged in the sand, a hair's breadth away from your father's feet.

"Dad!" You cried out. "We need to get away from here, now!”

“Mh? Whatever do you mean?”

With a trembling index finger, you pointed towards the ominous crack. Despite your frantic warning, he continued to smile - a wide, almost terrifying grin that you had never seen before.

You released his hand, the bucket falling to the ground. "You're not real. None of this is. It's all just a dream,” you repeated to yourself.

"Is that so? Well, I suppose I can't let you leave now.”

What on earth?!

You started to retreat, but he made no move to follow. Your dream father stood there, statue-like, tilting his head and staring at you with an utterly blank expression. You could feel the chaos mounting in you, the urgency to flee and awaken. The crack continued its course, spreading around your father like tree roots.

Paralyzed, you could only watch the horrifying scene unfold in front of you. The sky turned ominously dark and the ocean receded, only to rise again and form a gigantic wave. It towered over you, threatening to crash down imminently.

And then, a hand clamped down onto your shoulder, compelling you to pivot around. Your face, no longer that of a child, was reflected in the Corinthian's round black lenses.

“Give my regards to Dream. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again v͔̠ͬ͝e͕̰̥̦̐ͥͪ̇̓͊ͭ͊ͧ̏̕͢r̵̡͕͕̮͉͙̯̅̇̄ͣ̊̑y̲̼͋͐̓ͅ s̱̭͔̪̩̳̜̹͕̹̩͙̙̪̗̤ͮ̊ͥ̏ͮ͋́͗ͧ̐̽͘͜͟͝͠ͅǫ̷̷̛̙̫̞̳̮͆̒͐̐ͯ͛͡ǫ̙ṇ̵̆ͬ̓͘_̛̬̣̻͙̐̅ͥ̓ͪ̃_̵̶̝̣̝̈̆ͣ̍̉.”

His voice echoed all around you, reverberating in your ears and becoming distorted. The tidal wave crashed, engulfing everything in its path and wiping it all away. You were caught in a maelstrom, spinning uncontrollably, gasping for breath in the underwater whirlwind.

Awakening with a jolt, you kicked off the covers and sat bolt upright, pressing your back against the pillow. Panting, anxious and disoriented, you looked around to anchor yourself and dispel the remnants of your dream hung in the air, creating hypnagogic illusions of shadowy figures and wavering walls. It took a moment of deep, calming breaths and a run of your fingers through your tousled hair to bring your racing heart back to its normal rhythm.

Morpheus was absent, and the idea of slipping back into slumber was out of the question for now. You sprang to your feet, slipped into your cozy slippers, and draped a long open cardigan over your pajamas. A hot cup of tea, you thought, might just be the remedy to calm your frazzled nerves and restore your sense of lucidity.

Making an effort to keep the noise low, you stepped out of your room and gingerly made your way down the dimly lit hallway. You arrived at the main staircase, cautiously descending, with one hand instinctively placed on your chest where the feeling of water filling your lungs persisted.

Distractedly, you moved forward, and the light turned on in the dining room immediatly piqued your curiosity. The table was decorated with a tray full of traditional British biscuits, and a hot teapot was perched on it. A hefty figure was seated in front of the nocturnal treat, humming contentedly while relishing it.

“Gilbert?”

“Oh, hello Miss Y/N! What are you doing up at this hour?”

You smiled, observing his apparent fondness for his cane, which he seemed to carry with him wherever he went.

"I can't fall asleep," you answered. "What about you?”

"I was reading, lost track of time again. I brewed a spot of Chamomile, fancy a cup yourself?”

Given the state your nightmare had put you in, the prospect of a calming cup of Chamomile tea indeed seemed heavenly.

“Yes, please," you agreed. "I would appreciate that.”

"But of course! Would you mind having a sit? I’ll be right back.”

His warm and courteous manners always uplifted your spirits. Even the way he carried himself was full of grace and poise.

The soft sound of him rummaging through the cupboard reached your ears as he pulled out a vacant mug from the kitchen. Upon his return, he presented you with some of his biscuits with a sincere smile, and you felt like a spoiled child in need of a sweet snack to alleviate the tension. Had he possibly discerned your distress?

“Do you often make tea in the middle of the night?” You asked.

The corners of his lips curled upward even more, his mustache following the movement. “Old habits, I suppose. There's something comforting about it, don't you think?”

“Yeah. It reminds me of home.”

Gilbert sat down beside you, spooning a generous amount of sugar into his cup, now promptly refilled. "Feeling a touch of homesickness, are you?”

"Oh, it's more about the folks I hold dear back there. You know, family, friends.”

Gilbert savored a new sip of his Chamomile, licking his dampened lips and appreciating the warm brew. "And a dashing young chap too, perhaps?”

You held back a chuckle, finding "young chap" to be a rather amusing term for someone of Morpheus' stature.

"Let's say there is, in some sense.”

"Splendid. I won’t pry then.”

You truly pondered where this man originated from with his old-world sophistication.

The warmth of the beverage slid down your throat, finally dispelling that dreadful feeling of suffocation. "I love reading, too. It's unfortunate that I no longer have enough time to dedicate to it, but I’m passionate about my job."

"Yes, I did catch a few snippets. You work in the fashion industry, don't you?”

"That's correct. I'm a Fashion Designer, so I handle all aspects of the creative process and general promotion.”

Gilbert cast his gaze downwards, seemingly deep in contemplation. "Creative, that's marvellous. You know, it reminds me of someone I used to know a while back.”

“Really? Someone special?”

"Ah, my dear. He was the very heart of the place I hail from.”

"He’s not anymore?”

Gilbert grew nostalgic. "Oh no, he is. He'd been away for a very long time, you see. Without him, my homeland lost its essence. I left because I wanted to... embark on new experiences, I would say.”

You had a multitude of questions, but given your limited familiarity with the man, you didn't want to overstep any boundaries. You hypothesized that he originated from a quaint English town, and the person he spoke so warmly about was possibly a revered clergyman or a commoner cherished by many.

"Do you plan on returning?" You asked.

"Eventually, yes. I never intended to leave my place, I simply... needed to explore… more of this world.”

His explanation was notably vague, giving you the sense that he was carefully choosing his words to sidestep other topics he seemed less eager to discuss.

But ultimately, that was just a part of his charm.

"I understand. Thank you for sharing, Gilbert.”

"A pleasure, Miss Y/N.”

As you both continued to enjoy the Chamomile and savor the tasty biscuits he had provided, a momentary silence fell between you. Oddly enough, it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable; instead, it nurtured a feeling of closeness. His presence was soothing, organic, and serene. You could faintly detect an aroma of damp moss and lush greenery emanating from him, along with hints of apples, sea ozone, musk and sandalwood.

Even though you were indoors, your mind was conjuring up the image of a lush green oasis. Unknown to you, the dreadful thoughts of your nightmare had entirely faded from your consciousness.

That was, until he posed the subsequent question, interrupting your mental imagery.

"You said you can’t fall asleep. Is something troubling you, my dear?”

Setting your mug aside, you aligned your back more straight against your chair. "I woke up from a nightmare earlier. It was quite unsettling.”

"Oh dear," he expressed. “Are you all right?”

"To be honest, I’m a little worried about something. But I can’t tell if my feelings are warranted, or if I'm just making everything more complex than it needs to be.”

Gilbert lapsed into a thoughtful silence again, absentmindedly twirling the spoon in his tea.

"Dreams can reveal a fair bit about your-" he cleared his throat. "-our own selves. Our worries, longings, even our darkest truths. They can be quite revealing, in their own cryptic manner.”

For some reason, he seemed to possess knowledge far beyond what any typical human being should. But considering the significant time he spent engrossed in books, his extensive cultural understanding was not surprising to you.

"It's weird, isn't it? Dreams can manifest the most beautiful visions one could ever see, yet sometimes, they can be so frightful that they make you want to never fall asleep again.”

He guffawed. "I've seen my fair share of unusual dreams. Each one is a journey, wouldn't you agree?”

You, more than anyone else, could attest to the spectacular travels one could undertake through their dreams.

But those very dreams you loved deeply, those realms and magical constructs, if not the Dreaming as a whole, were seemingly endangered by a force equally formidable.

As unsettling as the nightmare had been, you couldn't let it deter you from delving into your subconscious mind.

“I do, actually. It’s a little tough, though.”

"Isn't it just? This world's a grand old place, my dear. Just as many marvels to be found as there are true horrors to behold.”

You bobbed your head in agreement, gazing at the remnants of your Chamomile. "You're so right Gilbert. I wish I could remove a thing or two from my memory.”

"I daresay. But isn't that also part of what makes you... well, human?”

His point held weight, considering the lessons you had acquired over the years. All those hardships, all the adversities you had to surmount. Even Morpheus confined to that cage, isolated, insulted, and forgotten. Had you not witnessed all that, you would have entirely overlooked his existence, and inevitably lost the opportunity to understand what it meant to love and be loved by him.

Every fear, all the concerns, all the wonderings and questions. They all contributed to your growth and shaped who you wanted to become.

"Thanks, Gilbert," you voiced softly, "I really like talking to you.”

"Absolute pleasure, Y/N. Whenever you fancy a chat, I'm here to lend an ear.”

Having finished the Chamomile and nibbled the last crumb of your biscuits, you gathered the empty mugs and plates onto the tray. Gilbert generously offered his help, which you politely declined, allowing him to retreat to his attic for some rest (or to indulge in more reading).

You let the water run at the bare minimum, washing the mugs and plates with utmost care. You returned everything to its proper place, gently closing the cupboard's door to preserve the quiet. Gilbert's footsteps were soft and deliberate, until the surroundings became so silent that you couldn't hear a fly.

It was still early, and you didn't know how long Morpheus would take to conduct his investigation. All you could wish for was that no hindrances had appeared in his way.

As you slid back under the covers and settled onto the mattress, you grabbed your phone and plugged in your earbuds. You swiped across the screen, rifling through your saved playlists until you found the specific track you were looking for.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇

You used to play these melodies when contending with your chronic insomnia, and even if they weren't particularly helpful at the time, you still cherished the calming sounds they produced. And so, you pressed the play button, adjusting the volume to a moderate level, getting yourself comfortable and closing your eyes.

The soft music echoed in your ears like liquid gold. You felt weightless and cleansed, as if the bed had vanished beneath you. When sleep claimed you once more, you felt comforted and at peace, journeying through a variety of pleasant dreams.

The fact that you had no pressing obligations the following day was a stroke of good luck, for when morning arrived, you were still blissfully asleep in your bed. The Dreaming appeared to be just as it always was, granting you unrestricted exploration. You took a serene stroll in the most beautiful meadow you had ever seen, crossed a forest bathed in hues of pinks and reds, and even engaged in conversation with a chatty deer you encountered along the way. At times, the things appearing around you looked odd and somewhat nonsensical, but it didn't particularly bother you.

And then, you were enveloped in a sea of stars, to the extent that you found yourself traversing an actual galaxy. Even though you were walking, you couldn't see any physical ground under your feet.

You weren't sure of your destination, but the energy pulsating through the paradisiacal landscape motivated you to continue, and you simply couldn't resist the call. The dress you wore, so lengthy that it trailed behind you like a royal gown, was imbued with the brilliance of stars and the swirling cosmos.

All that stunning beauty made your thoughts drift towards Morpheus, and you realized how much you longed to see him again.

Distant voices began to form and resonate from the far end of the nebula, where a powerful blue light flashed and expanded. You quickened your pace, walking briskly, until the light became almost blinding, compelling you to raise your hands in front of your face.

And it was fortunate that you did, because a few moments later, you collided with something hard and icy, as solid as marble.

The galactic spectacle had completely dissolved, replaced by a radiant blue fog that began to thin out and dissipate. The pillar in front of you obstructed your view, but it didn't take long for you to recognize the castle's throne room.

How were you able to locate that place again without Morpheus’ explicit invitation?

And then, you recalled his earlier words, assuring you that you were always welcome in his castle. Could it be that this had inherently given you unlimited access to it?

“Do you have any idea what his life is like in the Waking World?”

A woman was speaking, but you couldn't identify her.

“Humans cannot live in dreams.”

Morpheus.

“As long as he stayed there, the child had no life. Nor the chance for one.”

Sensing that you were amidst something significant, you moved your body slightly to the side to survey the unfolding scene. Morpheus, as handsome and majestic as ever, stood a few steps above Lucienne and another figure, a well-defined woman who was clearly far from human. Her skin was dark, akin to a desaturated purple, adorned with fuchsia streaks that pulsed like faint lightning. Her entire body seemed alive, displaying a kaleidoscopic effect that resembled liquid shadows.

“The boy is being abused,” the creature stated. “He’s suffering.”

“You abused that suffering,” Morpheus counteracted. “To build a Dreaming you could rule.”

And then it struck you, the realization that the non-human figure was one of the Dreams Morpheus had been trying to find. Or, to be more precise, one of his Nightmares.

“I had no wish to rule.”

She didn't seem terrifying to you. Even her appearance, while peculiar and potentially intimidating, was actually quite enchanting to look at.

Unlike the Corinthian, which was ironic considering that he bore more resemblance to a man than anything else.

“I merely wish to be a Dream and not a Nightmare. To inspire rather than to freighten.”

The nightmare was seething with anger, filled with pain and grudge against her master.

Lucienne was attentively listening, without uttering a word.

“The choice is not yours to make,” Morpheus responded, calm and unyielding. “We do not choose to be created. Nor do we choose how we are made.”

His statement stirred thoughts in your head. Did he ever contemplate why he came into this universe, the purpose of his birth, his initial creation? Did he ever consider being someone else, something else, instead of perpetually fulfilling his role as the King of the Dreaming?

“That is true,” affirmed the Nightmare with a smirk. “But we can change.”

“No. We are, each of us, born with responsibilities. Even I am not free to choose to be other than I am. Nor is anyone.”

If anything, this only provided an answer to your inner query. Ever since the day you met him, you hadn't considered that his duties and what he embodied could be as heavy as a boulder to him. You knew he had to make exceedingly difficult, if not impossible, decisions. But what if, deep down, he wished to cast aside his metaphorical crown and hand over his realm to another?

“If that were true, why did all the other Dreams and Nightmares choose to leave this place when you had gone away?”

“Not all of us chose to leave, and nearly all have returned,” Lucienne finally interjected.

The creature turned to look at the librarian. “Do you think they came back out of love?” Then, once again, she redirected her focus to her creator. “Or because they were afraid of what you would do to them if they did not?”

You were cognizant of Morpheus' capacity for aloofness and command, and he had even admitted his past errors to you. But as inflexible as he could be, was it truly so erroneous to aim for maintaining proper order within his realm, if it also meant safeguarding the Waking World and its denizens?

“Because I am not afraid.”

You could sense the change in the atmosphere, which had abruptly become chilly and foreboding. Morpheus pivoted completely, fixing the Nightmare with a defiant glare. “You should be.”

You leaned forward just a bit more, taking care to remain unnoticed by any of them. It's quite humorous how you continually landed yourself in undesirable circumstances, which obliged you to stay concealed and listen in on others.

“A Nightmare’s purpose is to reveal a dreamer’s fears, that they may face them.”

You might have been wrong, but even from where you were, you noticed a reddish tint in his eyes. He was in pain.

And also, he was enraged.

His shadow started to shift, advancing along the stairs and extending out, stretching right towards where the Nightmare was positioned.

“Perhaps a few thousand years in the darkness will reveal your fears.”

The shadow made contact with her feet, and the moment it did, she began to pulverize and disappear. Her legs slimmed down, disintegrating like ash, and the rest of her body followed the same fate.

She was scared, but at the same time, she held his stare with bravery and pride.

And you could see that she was teetering on the edge of tears, burdened by the spectrum of missed opportunities.

“Better that than to make others afraid,” she said at the very end. “Even a Nightmare can dream, my lord.”

With widened eyes and a dropped jaw, you watched in sheer disbelief as the creature dissolved right before your sight. Morpheus stood as an image of defeat, quietly enduring the loss of one of his own creations.

“Even a Nightmare can dream.”

In your trance-like state, the only thought that surfaced was, blimey.

Even Lucienne was clearly distraught. How had things managed to escalate to this extent? Why did events have to take that horrific twist, landing Morpheus in such a tough spot? Why all the anguish, the torment, the catastrophe?

Only one name came to mind; Roderick freaking Burgess. What would the scenario be if Morpheus was never captured? If the Dreaming was never deserted, and if his subjects never abandoned their duties?

“You feel her punishment was unjust?”

The way Morpheus immediately sought Lucienne's approval with an expression akin to witnessing his raven’s murder once again (oh, you didn't even want to remember that, much less think about anything happening to Matthew) left you instantly heartbroken.

Lucienne contemplated her reply, then she freed her hands from their entwined position behind her back. “I used to be something else. Before you made me your librarian. We all chance, sir. Even you, perhaps. One day.”

Oh no.

His response was unsurprising. Even though his voice echoed gentleness and respect, you could perceive the bitterness lacing each word he spoke following that.

“Lucienne, I realize that in my absence, you were compelled to make decisions in my stead, and I am grateful to you.”

You sensed that a 'but' was forthcoming.

“But I am back now.” There it was. “You may return to the library.”

Ouch.

That was a lot to take in all at once, and given your empathetic nature, you rapidly absorbed the torrent of emotions floating in the atmosphere. You observed the sorrow in Lucienne's eyes, the despair of feeling obsolete to her King. She retreated with measured steps, leaving Morpheus standing rigid on the staircase.

The regret was unmistakable. His frequent blinking, the strain in his jaw, his hands curling into tight fists.

You let out a sigh, bumping your forehead against the column. If only you could do something, anything, to magically erase all that pain from their hearts. If only-

"I am sorry," he said unexpectedly. "I did not wish for you to witness that.”

Oh. Oh. Of course he was talking to you. You were in the Dreaming, right in the center of his dwelling. It was only to be expected that he would be aware of your presence in his castle, considering you were practically a whisker's breadth away.

With caution, you stepped out of your hiding spot, your gown trailing behind as you moved towards the King of Dreams. The fabric maintained its shimmer, harmoniously matching the cosmic ceiling overhead and the inner lining of his coat.

"I'm the one who should apologize," you declared. "I just wanted to see you, I didn't expect to end up here.”

The instant his eyes met yours, a flicker of astonishment and surprise colored his face. He watched you as if spellbound, descending the staircase to meet you midway. When you halted, merely inches from his face, you gave him one of those smiles he cherished the most.

You were clueless about the depth of his love for you in that moment, of how you looked every bit a queen, his queen, gracefully moving in your natural surroundings.

Your dream dresses were a mirror of your inner self, each more beautiful than the last.

"Wrong place at the wrong time, as we humans like to say," you continued. "Did you know I was here all along?”

“You thought I did not?”

“Touché.”

He lowered his tear-brimmed gaze, the tips of his cool fingers tentatively grazing yours."Are you not scared of me?”

It was difficult to fathom that he was still unsure, questioning the genuineness of your feelings for him. But upon reflection, you couldn't truly fault him.

You shook your head. "My love, I could never be afraid of you. You should know that by now.”

His hands were always so tender, so delicate, and yet so sturdy. His hands rested around your waist, only to glide upwards and adhere to your skin, the dress granting him an ample view of your back. He held you close against his chest, and you melted in his embrace.

“Do you not think Lucienne is correct? About change, about me?”

"Morpheus, I wouldn't want to change a thing about you. I think this entire matter should be handled with care, from all perspectives.”

He displayed a pouting expression, gently rubbing his forehead against yours. “I have my duties.”

“I know.”

And these obligations were eating him up from the inside. Encaged in a glass cell for a century, he neglected his realm and failed to guard the very humanity that triggered the destructionn of the Dreaming to start with. However, upon witnessing the magnitude of his role, you began to doubt whether his sacrifice was worth it. Ruling over the dream domain and protecting the mortal world shouldn't provoke such deep anguish. It was consuming him, devouring his essence.

"Don't be too harsh on Lucienne, though," you advised. "She's the most dedicated being I have ever met, but I’m sure you are aware of that.”

"I am.”

It was quite a shame that she had no clue of the magnitude of his high regard for her.

"You see, when you were still confined to that cage, I had a dream. It was one of my first experiences in this realm, and somehow, I found myself here. In this very same room.”

He listened quietly, his hands softly gliding down to your lower back.

"I was lost. Everything was in ruins, devoid of life. But Lucienne was here, aimlessly roaming the castle, and she found me. The sight of a human standing in the midst of your throne room took her by surprise, after such a long time.”

The way she sustained and persevered for over a century remained a mystery. She deserved a dedicated monument.

"She was so alone, Morpheus. She was waiting for you to return.”

None of his words were intended to diminish her. Lucienne held significant value to Morpheus, not only as a trustworthy librarian but also as a competent collaborator within his domain. He only adopted a defensive stance when the topic of change surfaced, a concept he struggled to grasp given the nature of his own existence.

"And, about the Nightmare you punished...”

“Gault.”

The fact that he still wished for her name to be acknowledged despite his conduct, did not elude your notice.

"I don’t know what happened, and if she did wrong you, it's in your rights to restore the original state of things. But... she appeared honest about her feelings, about her wish to become a Dream. Is there truly nothing you can do about it?”

For an instant, you were apprehensive that he might reproach you merely for daring to discuss matters you didn't completely understand.

But his eyes held nothing but tenderness for you. "Y/N, she was made to be a Nightmare. In order to make her into a Dream, she would need to be undone and recreated.”

"But isn't that a part of any creative process? Altering things that already exist, but no longer fulfill their original purpose?”

“It is different.”

Your smile broadened as you caressed his cheek. "I know that I can't compare what you do with my work in the Waking World. Your subjects have a function that accompanies humans through their personal journeys. But, consider this: everything we make, whether it be clothes, art, music, movies, or novels, it all influences us in one way or another.”

He furrowed his brows, mulling over your words and attempting to decipher the implications of your statement.

"Sometimes, an artist might choose to redraw an old piece to make it better. A writer might opt to remake an entire chapter if it doesn't align with their envisioned perfection A composer could discard a fresh song and reconstruct it from scratch just for that note they didn’t get right. An entire dress can be taken apart, mended, and redesigned.”

Your focus moved to the location where Gault had once been. You could still observe traces of smoke and ash spiraling around the room.

"Gault wasn’t a mistake, Morpheus. She just wanted to be understood, regardless of how wrong that might be.”

He stayed silent, tracing your line of sight as he swallowed.

"Ah, but I'm only human. So, what could I possibly know, right?”

And then, he flashed a small grin. It was almost unnoticeable, barely distinguishable, but just clear enough for you to catch it.

“No, you are observant. Your words are truly valuable.”

You weren't expecting him to affirm your truth, nor to retract the punishment imposed on Gault and reinstate her to her rightful place. But that was acceptable. Because you realized that Morpheus was not simply disregarding your viewpoints.

“You are valuable, too.”

You ran your nails along the collar of his coat, savoring the clear contact, the softness of the material.

"I need you to understand that you're not alone in this. You have Lucienne, Matthew. Even Able and Cain, despite the latter's rough character. And naturally, you have me.”

For him, it was tough to believe that a genuine support system existed behind him. Given all the trials he had to withstand, the burdens he shouldered away from others, and the solitary grief he faced after the loss of his son.

Even now, distancing himself from Lucienne and dispatching his creation into the darkest void, were not measures he felt particularly prideful or content about.

He smiled. "Having you by my side is more than I could ever hope for or deserve, my love.”

You craved him as much as you needed the blood flowing in your veins. You longed for the sound of his voice, so low, smooth, and resonant, his words overflowing with love and adoration for you.

He kissed you, slowly yet assertively, before pulling away and letting you go. But now that he had a moment of tranquility with you, as the day on the other side had just commenced, he wanted you to savor every last minute in the Dreaming, before you ventured back to your world and he proceeded with his investigations.

The final moments in the Dreaming had been unforgettable, with Morpheus guiding you through parts of the castle you hadn't yet explored. But before you fully succumbed to the pre-awakening haze, you chose to contradict your prior decision and confessed that the Corinthian was, in fact, in Cape Kennedy.

The realization that his nightmare had encountered you for a second time, unbeknownst to him and with all the potential dangers it could entail, inevitably sent Morpheus’ mood spiraling downwards all over again. For a moment, you feared that he might harbor resentment towards you for not summoning him at that time. However, when you explained how cunning the Corinthian had been by choosing to meet you in a public place filled with mortals, the Endless pronounced that you had acted prudently.

Morpheus also confirmed that the Corinthian had evidently been drawn by the Vortex herself. That also signified that, should he locate her, things could potentially escalate to an irreversible point for all of you. Therefore, he tried to convince you to head back home, with the aim of keeping you shielded from both Rose's power and the Nightmare's grasp.

Regrettably, you had to reject his suggestion, as your work was far too important for you to merely abandon it. Morpheus attempted to argue, but eventually, he let the topic rest. He made a solemn promise to utilize all his resources and abilities to ensure your safety, insisting that you alert him immediately should anything unusual, or even remotely dangerous, occur in your presence.

Admittedly, having Morpheus concerned for you amidst all that he was grappling with did make you feel quite guilty. Nevertheless, there was no way you could leave Andrew in the middle of the project without a valid excuse. Morpheus understood the amount of effort you had invested in establishing your current career, and the last thing he wanted was for you to lose all that you had achieved.

By the time you woke up, everyone else was already bustling about town attending to their own affairs. The only exception was Lyta who, conversely, was strangely sick and confined to her room, not making an appearance even once.

You seized that day off as a chance to recuperate, with the lingering effects of jet lag still draining you, and the remnants of your tumultuous night further exhausting you. It was approximately lunch time when you noticed Rose crossing the threshold, her fatigued, baffled expression indicating that something was drastically amiss.

"Rose?”

"Oh, Y/N, hi," she said in a distracted manner. "Is Lyta still in her room?”

"I believe so, she was feeling under the weather earlier when I knocked. But, on that note, are you okay?”

Rose shook her head, offering a feeble smile. "I don’t even know, to be honest.”

You could only speculate that what kept her outdoors that morning was linked to her brother Jed. Clearly, things didn't pan out as she had hoped.

"Come on. let's talk," you encouraged her, softly draping your arm around her shoulders and ushering her upstairs.

"Oh, there's no need to, I mean-”

"Yes, Rose. There is," you corrected. "There's something I need to share with you.”

You were aware that Morpheus would have preferred to keep you as distant as possible from everything the girl embodied, but you couldn't just ignore her when she looked so afflicted.

And despite her apparent eagerness to retreat to her room, she consented, trailing behind you and stepping into your chamber without any protest.

You let her settle on your bed, which was still partly unkempt, and you took a seat next to her. "Firstly, tell me what happened."

You noticed her hesitation, stumbling over her words. "Well, I actually found Jed. I went there because I wanted to speak to his foster parents, to see him, and possibly bring him home with me.”

"Let me guess, they didn't permit you to.”

She sighed. "Even worse.”

“Worse?”

"Y/N, I... I went there and the police were swarming all around the house. I found out that the couple is dead, and Jed is nowhere to be found.”

Out of all the things you thought she might say, that was definitely not one of them.

“Wait, what?!”

"I know, it's insane!”

"But, do they know how they died? Was it an accident? Were they killed in their own home?”

How could she be so close to reuniting with her brother after so many years, only to have him slip even further away?

Right then and there, your intuition flared up more intensely than before. Something was undeniably wrong. What were the odds of that happening?

"I have no idea. The police didn't want to disclose any information. I wasn't even allowed near the house.”

You gently placed your hand on her back, moving it up and down in a comforting motion. "I'm so sorry Rose. The silver lining is that he wasn't there, so he's at least unharmed. Right?”

"But now, I don't even know where to start looking.”

What kind of comfort could you give her in a situation like that?

"Y/N, you said there was something you wanted to tell me. But... could you answer a question for me?”

“Of course.”

She pressed her lips together, staring at you with a hint of apprehension. “"Are you real? I mean, you're human, right? I'm not just imagining you.”

You laughed. "I am very much real, I assure you.”

"It's just... you were in my dream. I met you before actually seeing you in real life.”

You nodded. “You did.”

"So... how...?”

You clasped her hand, which felt somewhat cold and trembly. She appeared so fragile and delicate, how could she contain such a potent power capable of not only shattering the Dreaming, but also penetrating its walls and affecting the Waking World?

"Rose, I'm sure you know the answer to that.”

She blinked a few times, permitting you to gently squeeze her hand. “I think so. And you?”

She was testing the waters, probing to see what you might potentially know or be oblivious of.

You couldn't find any valid reason to not tell the truth about it.

“Yes, Rose. I know you are the Vortex.”

For a moment, she appeared flabbergasted, not really anticipating your forthrightness. She stood, pacing back and forth a few times, only to raise her voice in desperation.

"Who are you, really? What's going on?”

Her outburst was more than justifiable. She was separated from brother when she was a teenager, never having the chance to see him ever since. Then, her mother passed away just before she could uncover the true nature residing within her, which could endanger her life, due to the need to eliminate any direct threat against an Endless' realm.

It was unfair, you thought to yourself. She deserved better than what life had dealt her.

"I'm simply Y/N,” you replied. “A human being just like you. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“But how do you know I’m the Vortex?”

Was it even permissible for you to divulge your relationship with Morpheus? Could you be open about your association with his realm?

In the end, you carefully opted to omit the major details.

"I am acquainted with the King of Dreams."

"You know Lord Morpheus?”

“Yes. Very well in fact.”

She returned to the mattress, allowing her body to slump onto it like a sack of potatoes. Her eyes clamped shut, and she took a deep inhalation, only to exhale it out.

"Rose, I wish I could tell you more about why or how you became a Vortex, but not even Morpheus himself has an explanation. All I can say to you is that you need to be careful.”

"All I do is sleep, and all of a sudden I'm in everyone's dream.”

How dreadful it must feel, to intrude upon your friends' subconscious and probe their minds against their will.

"You haven't come across a man with blond hair and dark round sunglasses, have you?”

"No, not that I can recall," she specified. “Why?”

With Matthew keeping a watchful eye on her during the day, you knew that she at least had some form of protection from the Dream Lord. But was that truly sufficient to keep the Nightmare at a safe distance from her?

You couldn't afford to give her one more cause for alarm. She couldn't find out about that creature tailing her, aiming to use her Vortex abilities to annihilate the Dreaming and take complete control over humanity. It was such a hefty load for you alone, understanding how dark and warped the minds of mortals could be and how readily they could be remolded.

For the moment, you wanted her to concentrate solely on her brother, who seemed to be entirely missing, if not kidnapped by someone malevolent for all you knew.

"Let's just hope it never comes to that.”

You blinked a few times, clearing the haze from your brain, as you peered into the distance at what appeared to be a barren wasteland, gloomy and parched. It was dark and cold, reminiscent of a swamp.

What was that place, and why did it evoke a sense of déjà vu?

You glanced around, took a few steps forward, and inhaled the aroma of earth and decaying vegetation. Nothing was there apart from some patches of mud, scattered algae and rocks that either looked shattered or flipped over.

"Yep, I'm afraid so.”

A voice from behind caused you to startle, but when you spun on your feet, nobody was there except for a deer, watching you with a pair of large, glossy black eyes.

"What...?”

"Oh come on. Don't say you don't remember me.”

You were completely disoriented, unable to even recall your own name. But then, as time progressed and the gears in your mind kicked back into action, everything fell back into place.

You knelt down, gently patting the deer's head. "Of course I remember you. I'm sorry, it took me a moment to realize I was dreaming. I must have dozed off on the couch...”

The animal smiled. "Eh, it happens sometimes. No big deal. But I'm glad you're back. Things are really getting messy over here.”

“Messy? What do you mean?”

The deer's expression morphed into one of puzzlement. "Are you serious? Can't you see the state of this place?”

"I do see it," you responded. "Where exactly are we? I know this is the Dreaming, but...”

"Y/N," the deer advanced. "You know where you are.”

That proclamation sent a chill down your spine, and as soon as you looked up, attempting to detect any sign of what the deer was referring to, the surroundings trembled and shook violently. You heard the loud noise of something fracturing, splitting apart. And then you saw it, the same crack from your nightmare, widening and branching out. It continued to broaden, wildly seizing the landscape around you.

The deer was correct, you knew exactly where you were. Merely contemplating it caused your heart to plummet, and your stomach to coil into a painful knot, tugging from every direction.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you were in the Beach Land. Except now, it was just land, bereft of beach, water, and signs of life.

“No… please tell me this isn’t real. Tell me this is another nightmare.”

The deer sighed. "It is a nightmare, in a sense. But I'm afraid this is simply what the Dreaming is starting to look like. All of it.”

You slumped onto the ground, letting your arms hang limply at your sides. "The Vortex did this?”

“I assume so.”

Was your proximity to Rose that late morning in any way accountable for such a significant, vital part of your dream life, to be completely eradicated? Or had she caused such a disruption recently that your nightmare delivered the final blow?

You didn't have the time to figure out an answer, because another earthquake rattled everything again. It was fierce, horrifying, and certainly not something you wanted to see worsen any further.

"You need to leave," the deer told you. "Exit this place before it's too late.”

"But this is a dream, right? Nothing can physically harm me here.”

"That's not the main problem. If the Vortex strengthens, you could be disconnected from this land, if not the Dreaming itself.”

“What??”

Could it really be possible that Rose accidentally set off something so grave? You dismissed the thought; the idea of losing the Dreaming was unbearable. Morpheus. Lucienne. Abel and Cain. Goldie. How could you ever bear to be separated from them all, from the love of your life?

"Go, Y/N. Wake up now. Or else he'll never forgive me.”

He?

“Wait, did you-”

“ሠ𐌀ኡ𐌄 𐌵የ!”

Your eyes flew open, and all you could see was the ceiling of Hal's B&B main hall. No peculiar noises, no tremors of the earth. But you, on the other hand, were profoundly rattled, your heart pounding fiercely in your chest.

And that, wasn't even the full extent of what you were about to confront.

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[voxmortuus]

Hi! Could I request some Sergeant Allan "Ize" Isaac and female reader where they are married and he reunites with the reader after being gone for some time and he and the reader have a conversation on wanting to start a family, and it leads to smut and fluff. Thank you.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Sergeant Allan "Ize" Isaac x F!Reader!Wife ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ The Wall ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 1.3k ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Pregnancy discussion | Passionate Making out | Unprotected PiV | Passionate Sex | Dirty talk | Cream Pie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I hope this brings you some joy. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @marlosrph Direct gif link ✧*̥˚ ATJ TAGLIST: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was surreal. Him being here, right here, your arms wrapped around him tightly you buried your face into his chest and sniffled. You weren't crying because you were upset, or sad, you were just so overjoyed with him being right here. For Allan to be home, it felt like it had been so long. You felt like you'd never have him back, that you'd lose him to the sand. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly and grip him tighter.

Feeling him kiss the top of your head, he leans back just enough to look down at your face and he smiled softly.

"Hey, Baby." He whispered with a small chuckle.

"I can't believe you're home, that you're here."

"I can't believe I'm home either." he stated softly.

Finally moving to let him inside you close the front door and you look at him.

"How long are you home for?" You ask.

"Baby, I'm home for a while."

"A while." you repeat softly. "Well, I think tonight I'll make your favorite." You smile.

"Well, I actually think that's a great idea, but I want to talk about something else." He stated.

You turn and look at him, a slightly your brow arched a brief moment and you tilt your head. "Is everything okay?"

"Things are perfect, but I've been thinking of something, and it really stuck in my head." He stated. 

"And what have you been thinking about?" You ask him.

He moves you toward the living room and sits you in his lap. Keeping you close he lets out a soft breath. He wasn't quite sure where to go with it, but at the same time, he knew exactly where he wanted to go with it, and it was all about just blurting it out. But it's been something he's thought about since being gone, and it was what kept him together, it's what kept him going, and in the end, it's what brought him home. He gives you a smile, leans in, and kisses your lips tenderly.

"I think it's time." He stated simply.

"Time for what? Coffee? Dinner? A dog?" You chuckle.

"To start a family." He replied.

You pause, blinking a few times. Was he serious?

"A... a family? You want a family?" You ask. Your heart is pounding, did he really want this or was it some spoof dream?

"Yes, I think it's time we have our own little family. You can't tell me you never thought of it." He stated softly.

"Of course I have, but then you left, and all I thought about was having you back." You stated.

"Well you have me back, now I've been gone for a while, I may need practice." He smirked.

"Yeah, I've got you back... practice..." You were still letting it sink in. "Are you sure? You want to start a family?" You felt like you really needed to ask.

"I'm as sure as the grass is green." He reassured you.

You bite your lip and nod. "Okay. As long as you're sure?" You smile.

"You ask me if I'm sure one more time..." He chuckled and kissed you again. "Yes... I'm sure." He states.

Feeling this feeling of pure joy, you slip off his lap and take his hand and lead him up the stairs, kissing him every so often, when you get to the top of the stairs he pulls you close and strips your shirt off, tossing it to the side, every few steps clothing was being tossed aside. Kisses could be heard throughout the home. Getting to the bedroom he picks you up and places you on the bed as he nestles himself between your legs. Leaning down he kisses you deeply, longingly. Your hips press up and you feel the stiffened hard flesh and you let out a shaky breath against his lips. Your arms wrap around him tightly your hands in his hair as you press your lips against his again, and again, eventually, your tongues dance an intimate dance.

He pulls back slowly and looks over your face, tucking some hair behind your ear, he moves his hand to run his thumb across your lips. "I love you.... so much." He whispers.

"I love you. More than anything." You whisper back.

As soon as you had responded he slowly presses into you. You let out a soft moan, you press into him. Your hips roll against him and you wrap your arms around him pulling him close, pulling him into a deeper kiss.

His pace is slow and steady, intimate, passionate, with purpose, with nothing but love and devotion to you. This man he loved you, beyond wanting a family, you were his queen, and he was your king. Together you ruled the world, but right here in this moment, far beyond wanting that family, wanted this time with you.

As his pace slowly begins to pick up your walls clench around his length, massaging him, coaxing him, almost in a sense of praise and encouragement. His body worked against you, as your hips worked with his, a perfect tandem of give and take, a thrust, a roll, a moan, a grunt, it all worked together perfectly. He presses against you, one arm resting next to your head as the other is braced at your hip as if guiding you both.

The sweat begins to build upon your brow as he picks up his thrusts, your bodies moving in a perfect unison. Your moans echoed around the room, the grip on your hip, the panting and groaning of him causing you to roll your hips a little more intently against him. The way he filled you. It was all so much but at the same time, it was just right. The way you both moved together. You were made together. Your nails dragging across his back as he thrust deeper into you caused you to moan louder.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered against your lips.

You smile and kiss him deeply.

"I could watch this face for hours." He stated as he continued his pace, gliding within your lower lips with great ease.

"If you keep doing that, I may just let you." you muse against his lips.

Truthfully he wasn't sure how much he could take as he felt that pressure builds in his gut as he thrust a little deeper, moving his hips against yours, that friction only made you think the very same, unsure how much longer you were going to last.

"Oh fuck..." you moan softly.

He growls as he picks up his pace a little more, feeling like he was riding a fine line, having a rough time on not losing control, truthfully it had been a long while since he had such intimate moments that weren't with his hand alone in a shower stall as quick as he could shoot off, but all of this though long or short was with great purpose.

You pick up your own pace with your rolling of your hips and you let out more moans, frequent, back to back, your eyes close you grip at him harder, your nails digging into his shoulder as you feel your whole body tremble.

"Ohh.... fuuuck..." You moan loudly.

As quickly as you came, he was right behind you, burying his cock deep within you and you feel his cock begin to twitch, and you feel this warmness wash over you as you let out a loud moan your head pressing into the pillow as your legs begin to shake a little more as he fills you.

His breathing slows, and the pace of his thrusts slows to an eventual stop and he looks over you and smiles softly. "How about dinner, and we try again?" He smirked.

You look over him. "How about we try again in a few minutes and order dinner." You chuckle.

[the-precious-bite]

hiiii could you do a fic where Izzy is a vampire and he finds out your having his baby after you guys fucked thank you!! ❤️

Heyy, this will be my first ever smut! So if it's bad i'm very sorry. Please let me know if I did well on this and give me some tips!

Surprise!

Warnings: *smut* *daddy kink* *breeding kink* *pregnancy* *fluff at the end*

Izzy had you pinned against the wall which made you absolutely weak. He was kissing your sweet little neck of yours. You knew he wanted to bite it but he wouldn't do such a thing to his precious baby. He slowly moves his kisses down to your collar bone where he gives you little nibbles. You were already wet but him doing this to you sent you over.

"Fuck y/n, you're so sexy." He snarled at you.

"I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you y/n. I am going to fill you up with my hot seed." He squeezes your sides and that caused you to squeal.

You warmed you legs around his waist and you can feel how hard he was. His dick was throbbing, wanting to be inside your warm tight cunt.

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧

"Face down Ass up, slut." He tells you. You did what he said, you look back and you see his thick vainy long cock tease your enterance.

"Izzy..please.." You whine at him wanting his cock in your tight hole already. Without a warning he slams into causing you to gasp in surprise.

"So tight for me y/n. I'm going to fill this cunt all the way up." Izzy responds.

God you loved it when he talked to you like that. You loved hearing him filling you up so you could have his baby..but he doesn't know that you already are.

"Please Daddy..I want your baby..* You moan as he starts pounding into your wet pussy.

He is destroying your pussy, his thick cock is so deep inside that you can feel it in your lower stomach. He grips onto your waist tighter, his thrusts got harder and faster. You were a moaning mess. Your legs began to shake. You knew you were close and so was he.

Hearing his grunts and groans and him calling you dirty names sent you over. You came around his cock, he was close to cumming as well. His thrust were getting more and more sloppy until he finally came in you. He grabbed your hair pulling it back and telling you

"Don't move my pretty slut..take all of it sweetheart.." Izzy responds and kisses your neck while he's still in you...

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧

You guys finally got all cleaned up and now were cuddling on the bed. He was stroking your hair making sure that you were loved and safe in his arms. You had this voice in your head telling you that you need to tell Izzy. You still couldn't believe that you were going to have a mini half vampire in your guy's life.

"Izzy..I need to tell you something..." You look at him and he was smiling softly at you.

"What is it love?" Izzy asks you and he creases your cheek.

"I'm uhm pregnant." You responded and before you could say anything else, he grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you deeply.

"I love you y/n" Izzy says softly

"I love you too Iz"

The End! Sorry if it's bad 😭 This is completely new for me so again I'm sorry! @unknownperson246

[harossoup]

Scream(ing because of Seungmin)

@harossoup

Genre: smut, with a lil fluff

warnings: cursing, groaning, moaning, whimpering, dry humping, unprotected sex, seungmin "fucking the reader stupid", cumming inside & on,lmk if I missed any!!

pair: afab!reader x amab!Seungmin

You had invited over your best friend, Kim Seungmin for a light-hearted movie night earlier in the daytime because you wanted to see who'd scream and flinch the most at horror movies, and made a bet to whoever screamed the most, even while not watching the movie it just had to be playing had to treat the other to a meal of their choice. You both had agreed to this over text messages, earlier in the morning.

You specifically planned it at night, because it seemed more eerie, and you knew Seungmin was more cautious at night so he'd quickly lose.

Once he arrived, it was night and the sky was dark like charcoal, the glistening stars illuminating Seungmin a bit.

"Hey," He said, smiling once you opened the door. His hands were in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, his hair fluffy and some strands wet as if he came after getting out of the shower, and overtop of his defined abs a plain white shirt that was baggy and reached about to the waistband.

"Hi, Min, hurry up it's so cold outside." You responded, smiling too, moving away from the doorframe a bit and gesturing towards the couch with a blanket sprawled out over it, which had an elegant glass coffee table in front of it, with snacks on it such as Popcorns, Skittles, Gummy worms, Hot Cheetos, etc. Just things you think Seungmin would like.

Once he had gotten inside, you locked the door tightly and hurried over to the spot on the couch beside him.

"Seungmin" His name came out of your lips to get his attention, almost like a cat's purr.

"What do you wanna watch?" You asked. "I was thinking scream first, how about that?" You drawled while staring into Seungmins's coffee bean colored eyes, which were staring right back.

"Yeah, let's watch that." He stated in agreement, never breaking eye contact.

You had to break eye contact first because you felt your face warm up, your cheeks almost turning Scarlett red.

You quickly brushed it off and acted unbothered by grabbing two gummy worms, placing them in between your middle and ring finger as if they were cigarettes. You gestured your hand towards him, and he grabbed both just to tease you.

"Seungmin!" You hissed.

In response he giggled while chewing on a side of the gummy worm, almost pursing his lips as if he was sucking into a lemon due to the citric acid on the gummy worms. You couldn't help but bite back a laugh.

"S-Strop Iz nawt funnhe," he cried, but he couldn't talk properly because of the sour taste.

"Seungmin just spit it out" you whined as you rolled your eyes. Both your hands met your cubital fossa on each arm, making them cross as they were brought below your chest.

He stood up and hurried to the kitchen, the sounds of footsteps, gagging, and the kitchen sink faucet running followed along.

While he did that, you grabbed the remote control and fidgeted with the buttons until it took you to the movie.

Once you finished, seungmin was back in the living room, but now, he was against the arm of the couch you were sitting on earlier, specifically the left side but now you're laying on his upper thigh, his fingertips stroking your hair as you both watched the movie.

"Min" you cooed his name softly, feeling his posture straighten once he heard you.

"Yes?" He replied, taking his hand out of your hair.

"Nothing." You say while giggling. Your throat vibrated as you did.

"fuck." Seungmin cursed under his breath at the feeling of your vibrating throat on his cock, filling him with pleasure.

"hm?" You hummed as you sat up.

"Don't lay there okay?" He muttered as he cupped your cheek with his hand. You nod, obeying his orders, but once you laid back down you asked him "Why can't I?"

He didn't respond, he just stared at you.

"Seungmin." You said, looking up at him as your neck was directly on his dick.

"Shit." He said underneath his breath while throwing his head back.

You then realized why he did, which made you quickly get up off him and apologize profusely. You repeated "I'm sorry" over and over again, as if it was a chant, or you were a kid being forced to write and say "I'm sorry" after misbehaving as many times as you can.

"|Reader's name|, sit on my lap." He said, patting the space in between his thighs. You follow his orders once again, not wanting to make him mad.

While watching the movie, you felt jolts of excitement rush through your body, getting wet by the moment.

You then realize you were on Seungmin's lap, which made a whimper roll off your tongue, when it did you had felt Seungmin's nails go deeper into your skin.

Soft kisses were planted on your back as he humped you.

He turned you to face him quickly, he took that to his advantage and kissed your sensitive nipples which made you whimper.

Before you knew it, Seungmin had gotten his and your pants off.

"Can I.." Seungmin began before hesitating. "Can I fuck you?" He asked as if he was begging. You nodded in approval, then he wasted no time to push his veiny, long length inside you.

A breathy gasp, almost like one when you hold your breath before jumping into a pool was pushed out of you by the force of his cock inside you, now twitching.

He picked you up, only the tip in your pussy then before he dropped you back on, causing breathy moans and groans from both of you and the sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, echoing too.

"a-ah f'k..." You cooed almost incoherent words at his pace, making you closer to reaching your climax.

"mm..I-Im c-cumin’" you whimper as he fucks you stupid.

"Cum for me, be a good girl hmm?" He hums, his breath hitching and himself panting.

With a strong, deep thrust you paint his dick that was once peach tan with white. After your climax, you go ragdoll and Seungmin is now holding you up by your waist.

He fucked at your g-spot, which made him cum and paint your walls white.

Once he noticed how limp you were, he quickly questioned you "Baby, are you okay?" there were still hints of panting in his breath.

"Yes..too tired to move," you respond, which made him giggle and whisper in your ear "Get me some cheesecake factory and next time ill fuck you harder hm?"

Fuck, he ruined you.

[octuscle]

"Baggage Claim"

Hey! Is DEL still available?

Sorry, but the only other thing I can offer you is a case from ATL. Far less exotic. But also completely impractical for you. What the hell are you supposed to do with fishing equipment. In your whole life you have never fished. And you're certainly not going to sit down on the Hudson River. You don't want to eat what's swimming in there anyway. Well, the chain is cool. You can wear it sometime… But now you should worry less about the suitcase and more about the presentation for your next appointment.

Your colleagues and also your customers are a bit irritated that you constantly include any comparisons in your presentation, in which it is about fish, hunting or the like. But otherwise it was a good appointment, the customer has concluded the contract. A reason to celebrate. The first thing you do when you enter the bar is to take off your tie. Man, you really can't breathe with that stuff on. And while the others toast with sissy stuff like Negronis and gin and tonics, you order yourself a big beer. You drink it all in one go. And order a second one. The burp was world class. You grin broadly. Your colleagues ask if you've still got it all together. Sure thing, you answer, but now you have to piss first.

On the toilet you take your cock out of your lucky jockstrap. You've always worn it to important football games in college. The piece is completely filthy. Huhuhu, that's me too, you think. How long ago was college, anyway? A year? You shake it off and stow your dick again, buttoning your not-quite-clean jeans and fastening your belt with the monstrous belt buckle representing a Southern flag. Scratching your three-day beard, you wonder where in the middle of Manhattan your boots always get so dusty. Never mind, you need another beer. Your colleagues keep their distance from you. They never understood why you, the hick, got the internship. Hey, you didn't want the job and you didn't want to go to New York. You just don't belong here. So you leave the would-be masters of the universe alone and go to the river. That's where you feel most comfortable in this jungle. You snot your chewing tobacco into the river and go back to your guesthouse. The sooner you are in bed, the better.

Before you start your job at da bank, you have to help your yo pops feed da animals. Your ma haz already prepared uh gud breakfast for you. But now da corduroy jacket over your lumberjack shirt n off to da office. Some of your neighbors need uh loan for new farm machinery. You're glad you let your grandma convince you to go to college. But you're even happier that you came home afterwards. Running da local branch of da bank is all you can ask for. Here, folks don't care if your hair is uh little longer in da back. Old steve haz been cutting your hair all his life, so as long as he lives, let him keep doing it.

Yawl know chur paypul. Few know thet naw wun iz comin' tuhday, yawl can gist close thuh store. An hif sumpn happens, everyone has chur number or at least chur dad's number. Thay can gist cawya. Yawl don't feel lahk it anymore after yawl negotiated thuh loan. Yawl celebrate thuh closin' now with uh beer on thuh boat. Let's say hif thuh fish bite.