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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 3

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 6844

Contents: innie’s self deprecating thoughts are getting worse, best friends to lovers, angst, jeongin crying, handjob, fingering, accidental confession

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Confused.

That’s how Jeongin felt. 

Every day of the last nearly two weeks he and Seungmin seemed to be straying further and further from friendship. It seemed something about seeking comfort from Jeongin had changed Seungmin, or at least how they interacted. He was always nice and kind and caring towards Jeongin. He always had been. He had always checked up on him or helped him with things or just made sure Jeongin was okay. 

But something about it all felt decidedly softer. Aside from the fact that Seungmin was seeking out cuddles from him every few days now and more than once they had fallen asleep in the other’s bed, Seungmin had taken to making Jeongin food, giving him more hugs, and even holding his hand once while watching a movie, humming out that it was a nice and comforting feeling.

Jeongin thought that at some point his heart wouldn’t be able to take it any more. It was almost painful, the way Seungmin would softly speak to him, asking “Did you eat yet?” or “Did you sleep well?” He really thought his heart would burst from hearing “Your hair looks good like that, Innie.” again.

His heart was aching in the worst way tonight as he laid in Seungmin’s arms yet again, fingers running through his hair while his mind contorted into horrid shapes. Everything felt so comfortable and right and it was all Jeongin wanted. All of the actions; the kisses, the cuddles, the sweetness and softness and care was like a dream come true.

But…

Seungmin wasn’t his and he wasn’t Seungmin’s. Wouldn't Seungmin say it if he wanted to be with him? Wouldn’t he have asked him outright if he felt the way Jeongin did? So what was he doing? He couldn’t stomach the idea that his friend was taking advantage of him for sex or comfort or even all the benefits of dating without exclusively dating. Seungmin wouldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t.

So it left the lingering question; why was he doing this?

“You okay, Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was soft in the way that made Jeongin’s heart melt no matter how many times he heard the phrase, filled with sweetness and gentle concern.

“Yeah,” Innie knew he sounded far away because he was. His body felt so comfortable but there was dull pain in his heart and his brain couldn’t keep quiet and still for more than a second. He wanted too badly for this to be his life, his everyday, his everything.

But Seungmin wanted his friendship and asking the question or making the admission to get what he wanted jeopardized that, maybe it would even destroy it.

That thought was even harder to bear.

“You seem lost in thought.”

Like an open fucking book. He thought. It was worse that Seungmin knew his body language, his expressions, his mind. He had no poker face with him. Utterly defenseless without any hope of putting a guard up. What was the use of a shield when Seungmin could disarm him so effortlessly with a single look from his soft eyes.

Putty, he thought to himself. A pathetic little ball of putty in his hands.

Maybe that was the worst part. No matter what Seungmin truly wanted, Jeongin didn’t know that he had the strength to turn it down. He would, all too easily, take anything Seungmin was willing to give him, whether it was what he truly wanted or not. He just wanted to be close to him like this, even if it didn’t include a pretty title. Even if he wasn’t Seungmin’s Innie.

“Yeah,” he hummed, snuggling into Seungmin’s chest a little more. “I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jeongin hesitated, biting down on his lip while he contemplated what to say and how to say it. He didn’t know that opening up about it all was the best of decisions. Or maybe he was just a coward, too scared to ask for what he truly wanted. Unable to properly face his own feelings and put it out there.

How asking to give his friend a blowjob was easier than asking him to be his boyfriend he didn’t know. All that he knew is it was, in fact, much easier.

Seungmin’s fingers curled into Jeongin’s hair and tugged back very gently, only enough to urge Jeongin to look at him. Jeongin relented, unable to resist Seungmin’s sweet coaxing. He leaned back, feeling the warmth rise under his skin as Seungmin gazed at him with concern, again brushing his fingers soothingly through Jeongin’s hair.

“What’s going on?” He asked with the type of gingerly careful tone Jeongin was sure he’d only ever heard in dramas.

“Just…” He wasn’t sure what to say, knowing he would never in a million years get a confession off his lips. He didn’t think he would ever in his right mind be able to convince himself to express his true feelings, even if they were sitting in the back of his throat like if he was careless he might just cough them out. “Just stuff. I-I have some things on my mind and I’m not sure what to do about them.”

“Do you need some advice?” Seungmin hummed.

A smile tugged at Jeongin’s lips, if only he could ask Seungmin. This was perhaps the one matter in the whole world in which he couldn’t seek advice from him. “Maybe in the future? I think I need to really understand my own feelings first.”

“Okay,” Seungmin gave him a kiss on the nose. “You know you can come to me whenever, yeah?”

Not about this.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeongin hummed, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against Seungmin’s lips. “Thanks for being there for me.” Another kiss.

“Of course,” Seungmin smiled into the kisses. “I really care about you.”

Jeongin tried hard to quell the way the butterflies in his stomach got caught up in the tornado-like storm that was originating from his heart. “I care about you, too.” So close to what he wanted to say. If he wasn’t such a wimp maybe he would actually be able to take a leap of faith. “A lot.”

Seungmin nuzzled his nose against Jeongin’s in a way that made Jeongin utterly melt. It was all too sweet and it made his heart hurt worse and worse.

“I’m glad I have you around, you know,” Seungmin murmured. “I mean, I’m glad you’re in my life.”

Jeongin ducked his head, sure that his heart was about to burst. It was bad enough that he was so sweet and soft these days but the sweet nothings that had started leaving his lips as of late when they cuddled were really going to be Jeongin’s undoing. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could survive. He didn’t know how Seungmin could say something so sweet with purely platonic intentions. He didn’t know how he was managing to hide the way it was tearing his heart into little tiny pieces.

“You’re too nice,” Jeongin mumbled.

“I just like you too much,” Seungmin chuckled. “You’re so warm and comfy I can’t help myself.” He coaxed Jeongin’s face out from his neck only to pinch his cheek gently. “You’re just too cute. I feel like I have to tell you.”

“Shut up.” The words were muffled against Seungmin’s lips as Jeongin kissed him in some futile attempt to escape the way Seungmin’s words were messing with his head. The whole gesture made Seungmin laugh but he returned the kisses anyway, hands slipping down to wrap around Jeongin’s waist and hold him close.

“Can’t,” Seungmin hummed. “It’s much more fun to tell you. You get even cuter.”

Jeongin kissed him harder, pressing against him like the very act would calm the butterflies down when it, in fact, did just the opposite. It was like the sweetest torture that could ever be. Like heaven and hell colliding into a perfect little pocket of space and time just for him and he couldn’t stand it.

“You can’t say those things,” Jeongin whined between kisses.

“I can express myself all I want,” Seungmin chuckled.

“Not like that,” Jeongin pulled back.

“Yes I can,” Seungmin snorted.

A frown was pulling at Jeongin’s lips now as his frustration grew and his tone became whinier. “You can’t.”

Seungmin searched his face for a moment before his expression softened. “I can’t?”

“No,” Said Jeongin simply.

“Why not?” He asked, grinning slightly in amusement at Jeongin’s seemingly childish responses. His fingers started to work their way up Jeongin’s sides, almost tickling him.

“Because,” Jeongin squirmed in Seungmin’s grasp.

“Just because?” Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Just because, I can’t call you cute and tell you that I like you so much?”

“Yes,” Jeongin knew how whiny he sounded and that it was only making Seungmin more amused but he didn’t quite know how to stop it. All he knew is he couldn’t take much more of Seungmin’s sweet nothings. It was going to drive him completely mad. The tickling wasn’t helping either, making him start to giggle as well.

“Just because isn’t a very good reason to not say you’re really precious to me,” Seungmin said.

“Shut up!” Jeongin could feel his face burning and the butterflies fluttering and his heart breaking all at the same time as he threw a leg over Seungmin and pushed him onto his back. He grabbed the hands that had been tickling him and pinned them down to the bed next to Seungmin’s head. Seungmin gazed at him, dazed and unfocused for a moment as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“This- ah- I’m guessing this has to do with that thing you don’t want to talk about?”

Jeongin felt the pang of panic rip through his heart at just how close Seungmin was to figuring him out.  He leaned down quickly as his face burned, the desperation making him more bold as he kissed Seungmin hard until he was out of breath. Seungmin returned the kisses eagerly, squirming a little under Jeongin. Something about the sudden desperation creeping into his reactions helped Jeongin’s confidence.

He pulled back just enough to see Seungmin’s face as he panted from the kisses, eyes fluttering open.

“We’re not going to talk about it,” Jeongin breathed. He rolled his hips down hard into Seungmin’s earning a groan from him. “Okay?”

Seungmin met his gaze with sweet eyes, but not in a gentle and caring way, in a desperate way. “O-Okay,” He stammered.

Satisfied, Jeongin closed the distance between them again, meeting Seungmin’s lips with a kiss. Seungmin’s lips greeted his needily as he squirmed under Jeongin, his wrists wiggling a little in Jeongin’s grasp. He was a little more pliant, so easily letting Jeongin’s tongue past his lips and moaning at the sensation. It all might have gone to Jeongin’s head were it not already full.

As his nerves slowly calmed, the shock of Seungmin’s near-revelation fading, Jeongin started to move his hips. It felt more and more natural each time he did it, feeling Seungmin’s warmth under him as he moved slowly, mind very slow to clear of stresses as his body started to enjoy the sensations, brain sluggishly catching up. Even when he gave Jeongin a myriad of butterflies something about Seungmin and his scent made him feel just a little more calm. 

Jeongin shifted his hips, angling down just a little more and letting out a groan at both the way the sensation and rushes of pleasure intensified and how he could tell how quickly Seungmin was growing hard underneath him. Despite how he was enjoying being on top of Seungmin, and just how responsive Seungmin was all of a sudden, the feeling of him getting harder by the second was only serving to fill what little space was left in Jeongin’s brain with thoughts of Seungmin sinking his cock into Jeongin and fucking him positively dumb.

The thoughts sent a shiver through him that had him grinding down against Seungmin more roughly and squeezing his wrists a little tighter. He welcomed getting lost in the purely physical feelings as the thoughts in his mind slowly faded in the background, one by one. He let Seungmin’s scent, the taste of his lips, the sound of his moans, the feeling of his tongue and hips and wrists fill up his mind along with the fantasies that were becoming nearly impossible to hold back.

As Seungmin started to match his movements, rutting up with his own hips, Jeongin felt the desire to get even closer. His hands let go of Seungmin’s wrists, instead coming to steady himself as you pressed down as close to Seungmin as he could. It was inevitable; the kisses and dry humping and every damn thing about Seungmin was making him needy once again.

Seungmin’s hands slipped down to Jeongin’s waist, holding him firmly. Jeongin hummed at the contact, grinding down a little more slowly and enjoying the sensation, savouring it while Seungmin squeezed him. 

He could feel it in the kisses, as his own movements showed more desperation and Seungmin seemed to recover from whatever it was that shocked him at the outset, that the dynamic was shifting. Seungmin took control of the kisses and set the pace of their hips, slowing it down and urging Jeongin to grind down on him harder and painfully slowly. He swallowed the whimpers that started to make it off of Jeongin’s lips at the arousal igniting inside of him with each movement until he tightened his grip and smoothly flipped him over. Jeongin gasped as his back hit the bed, eyes flying open to look up at Seungmin watching him as sat between Jeongin’s legs.

“Since you don’t wanna talk,” Seungmin murmured. “What do you want to do?”

Jeongin’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he tried to parse through the fantasies that had played behind his eyelids. He knew what he wanted to try but the words to say it seemed too embarrassing of an admission. He didn’t exactly have to admit to every detail of his fantasies, but still.

Seungmin tutted at him as the seconds passed. “Are you going to make me guess?”

“N-No,” Jeongin managed, face starting to burn. And then. “M-Maybe?”

Seungmin chuckled, bringing a hand up from his waist to cup Jeongin’s cheek in a way that made his heart burst as he leaned in a little closer. “Well, which one is it? No or maybe?”

Jeongin averted his eyes to look over Seungmin’s shoulder at nothing in particular. “I-I- It’s not really- It’s um-”

“Innie,” Seungmin’s voice was so gentle as he called Jeongin to meet his eye again. “Is it something new?”

Jeongin didn’t say a word. He simply clamped his lips shut and nodded. 

Seungmin’s thumb smoothed over his cheek soothingly. “You don’t want to say it out loud?”

Jeongin shut his eyes as if that would somehow let him hide from his own feelings as embarrassment and shame washed up inside him. It wasn’t as if Seungmin would laugh at him or think it was weird.

He might.

Jeongin tried to hush his brain as he formed a response. “It’s- It’s a bit different. It’s new. S-So maybe you don’t- maybe you wouldn’t-”

Jeongin’s breath hitched as he felt Seungmin lean in closer, lips brushing against his own. “I’m pretty open, at least for you.” There was a light, teasing tone to his voice that did Jeongin’s heart no good. “Try me.”

“C-Can you- W-Would you-” The words were still sticking in his throat like tree sap, stuck to one another in a big heap that was nearly impossible to dislodge. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth again and felt Seungmin pull back just a little.

“Innie, look at me,” Seungmin said softly. Jeongin wondered if Seungmin knew he simply couldn’t seem to refuse him. His eyes flitted open to meet Seungmin’s. A hint of a smirk was on his lips but his eyes were warm and inviting and expectant and it was like, without even realizing, they drew the words right out of him, warming the sticky sap until it flowed.

“Will you finger me?” The words tumbled off his lips quickly and not as sweetly as they could have but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, the smirk was starting to spread across his lips, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Hmm, so you’ve been thinking about my fingers, then?”

You have no idea how right you are.

Jeongin shut his eyes again, this time to hide from the man who was so clearly amused by him. Was he just being flirty or did he guess that that easily? Was anything in Jeongin’s mind a secret? Could he keep even one thing hidden? He felt his face burning and he squirmed a little, even more embarrassed that Seungmin’s words sent a rush of arousal through him.

“N-No.”

Very convincing.

“Are you sure?” Seungmin leaned in, past his lips to nip at his ear. “Did this idea simply come out of thin air or have you thought about it before?”

All Jeongin could do was squirm, letting a soft whimper fall from his lips. The warm, velvet tone of Seungmin’s voice murmuring to him was only serving to make him harder all before he’d even been touched. The whole ordeal was mortifying and his hands found their way to his face, covering it in his embarrassment.

Seungmin pressed a kiss under his ear. “You poor thing.”

Jeongin weakly jabbed his knee into Seungmin’s side with a pitiful whine.

“Innie,” he hummed. “I promise I’ll be nice if you look at me.”

Jeongin spread his fingers, peeking through them at Seungmin. His smile was warm and comforting once again as his hands moved to rub Jeongin’s sides.

“I’m sorry,” He offered. “I told you you’re too cute. I can’t help myself.”

Jeongin wrinkled his nose. “Bad apology.” He muttered.

Seungmin snickered and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his burning cheek before finding his lips. He kissed Jeongin slowly, with a low burning passion that made his heart clench tightly in a horrible way. He did his best to ignore that, enjoying the kisses and helped along when Seungmin pressed the heel of his palm into the bulge in Jeongin’s sweats.

Jeongin gasped into the kisses, moans started to slip past his lips. Seungmin swallowed every last one, deepening the kisses and pressing closer to him. Jeongin did his best to follow the kisses despite the way his head was starting to spin from the sparks of pleasure. It was so simple, the movement of Seungmin’s hand, but it was quickly working him up and making him needier.

Seungmin’s free hand snuck its way under Jeongin’s shirt and his breath hitched at the gentle touch against his skin. He felt warmth spreading through him and a painful yearning in his chest at the intimate gesture. His thoughts twisted painfully at the reminder that none of this was as permanent as he wanted it to be. He’d end up back in his own bed, alone and missing Seungmin’s touch and comfort and presence every single time.

Jeongin tried to swallow the feelings down; they mixed with everything else in his stomach in an uneasy way. Despite that he didn’t want Seungmin to read into it too much, didn’t want him to stop. If Seungmin never fell in love with him at least he could have him like this.

Seungmin’s lips moved from his own and Jeongin let out a whimper in response. His eyes stayed closed as he felt Seungmin’s lips move across his jaw. His fingertips slid down Jeongin’s stomach in a way that made his breath hitch as Seungmin’s lips found home in the hollow below his ear, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. His hips pressed up of their own volition against Seungmin’s hand and he felt Seungmin’s lips curl into a grin against his skin.

“I like having you like this so much.” An admission that would have served to make Jeongin more embarrassed if it left his lips seemed to carry confidence when it came from Seungmin’s. And rightly so since it drew a quiet whine from Jeongin’s lips. He shifted up, pressing against Seungmin’s hand again.

“You’re so sweet.” 

A whimper fell off of Jeongin’s lips at Seungmin’s words. He was only falling in deeper with each word and he wished he could feel any other way than so in love and turned on from his words. If it were easy to pull away, if it were easy to not want this so badly he’d stop. He’d go back to an easy friendship and forget all of this ever happened.

If only it were that simple.

“Seungmin,” the name fell so quietly off his lips but he felt Seungmin’s lips press a lingering kiss to his neck before his answer.

“Yes?”

“C-Can you- can we…?”

Seungmin pulled back and Jeongin forced his eyes open, breath hitching at the intensity of Seungmin’s gaze, the way it was drenched in desire. Jeongin felt caught in it, like a deer transfixed in place. He swallowed hard, squirming a little underneath Seungmin and trying to resist the urge to grind up against the hand that was still against his clothed cock.

“You want to move on?” He hummed.

“I-Is that okay?”

Seungmin kissed his nose in such a sweet way that made him feel like he’d been punched in the gut. “Of course, Innie.”

Seungmin sat back on his knees, hands on Jeongin’s waist and tugged at him, coaxing him to sit up too. Jeongin would have followed anyway, Seungmin was like his sun, with his own gravitational pull just for Jeongin. He leaned in to meet Seungmin’s lips again, stealing a kiss. And then two. And then three. Seungmin didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed more than pleased to let Jeongin steal as many kisses as his heart desired.

When Jeongin did pull away Seungmin was giving him an easy smile with puffy, kiss-swollen lips, so tempting to steal just one more. His cheeks were a warm, rosy pick and his soft hair falling into his eyes. The soft, enticing image of him so utterly perfect and making Jeongin love him more with every passing second. Those three little words felt like they were sticking to the walls of his throat. So secure and yet so easy to dislodge. He let out a slow breath, arms still loosely hanging around Seungmin’s neck.

“Do you have any particular position you’d like, Innie?”

His voice was warm and it warmed all of Jeongin upon hearing it. He was sure his cheeks were flushing at the question as he hid his face in Seungmin’s neck, not quite sure how to answer. Did he want to admit to his preferred position of ass in the air and face smushed into his pillows. Could he even manage to say that out loud? What was the best position when it wasn’t just him? Would Seungmin find that weird, or not like it?

“U-Uh anything is okay, I-I think?” He mumbled.

Seungmin snaked a hand between them, gripping Jeongin’s chin gently and pulling his face out of hiding to look at him. “Have you done this before?”

Jeongin refused to meet his eyes, feeling the embarrassment filling him more every second and wondering if there would come a day where these kinds of things wouldn’t fluster him. “M-Maybe a couple of times.”

Seungmin chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss before murmuring against Jeongin’s lips. “You’re so cute.” Another kiss. “Can you lay over my lap on your stomach for me, cutie?”

Jeongin wasn’t sure if it was just purely to tease him or because Seungmin liked the sound of the pet name but either way it was making his head spin. He nodded without saying a word, not trusting his own voice for a second as he did as Seungmin asked. He thought this might be the best position, able to hide in the pillows and muffle his moans and grip the sheets and not unlike what he had done himself.

It didn’t stop him from feeling shy, heart beating wildly as Seungmin’s hands ran up the backs of his thighs before hooking into the waistband of his sweats. Jeongin squirmed a little, fingers digging into the soft duvet tightly as he let out a shaky breath.

“Can I take these off?” Seungmin toyed with the soft fabric with one hand, the other rubbing Jeongin’s back. Surely it was meant to calm him but it was only making him feel more turned on. 

“Mhm,” the sounds came out very high in Jeongin’s voice but he held back his whine of embarrassment. Seungmin gave his thigh a little squeeze before slowly slipping his sweats and boxers down his legs. Jeongin took in a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to quell the thoughts that were washing over him of what Seungmin might think of this part of his body he had yet to see.

“It’s unbelievable that every inch of you is so pretty, Innie.” The words fell so easily off of Seungmin’s lips, as if they didn’t make Jeongin’s heart burst like fireworks had just gone off. Jeongin couldn’t help the giggle that fell off his lips as he hid his face fully in a pillow, if for no other reason than to try and hide how warm his skin had gotten. He shook his head a little bit, trying to refuse the compliment but apparently Seungmin wasn’t having that.

“I mean it, cutie,” his fingers dragged slowly up the back of Jeongin’s thigh. “You’re just so pretty.”

Don’t let that go to your head.

It might be the only time he was in agreement with his inner thoughts, trying not to like the new pet name too much. He couldn’t get used to such things, he couldn’t let himself think it meant anything or that Seungmin meant anything by it.

He did anyway.

Seungmin reached to the side and Jeongin could hear the bedside table slide open and the closed. He bit down on his lip, trying to keep his breathing even as he heard the quiet sound of Seungmin squirting lube onto his fingers. He couldn't seem to help his nerves and excitement as butterflies fluttered their wings against the walls of his stomach. 

“Just relax for me, okay?” Seungmin murmured.

“O-Okay,” the word came out choked and definitely not relaxed and Seungmin chuckled.

“You know if you’re tense I can’t do this, Innie.”

“I know that,” he muttered into the pillow. 

“Can you take some deep breaths for me?”

Jeongin nodded. His breaths were a little uneven but he did his best. Seungmin ran one hand over his back soothingly while the other gently coaxed his legs apart a little more. With each breath he felt a little more tension leave his body, relaxing against Seungmin’s lap and soft bed. 

“Just like that,” Seungmin hummed. “Keep taking deep breaths for me.”

Jeongin did just as he said, though his breath hitched when he felt Seungmin’s finger start to run in gentle circles around his entrance. He curled his fingers further into the duvet as a rush of arousal ran through him from the gentle touch.

“So good for me.” The reassuring words fell off of Seungmin’s lips and Jeongin shyly burrowed into the pillow a little more, muffling his whimper. He didn’t dare say anything, not trusting his voice to carry his thoughts effectively, especially as Seungmin pushed the tip of his finger inside him.

It didn’t matter that he’d done this to himself before, it didn't matter how many times he’d imagined what it could be like, something about Seungmin’s finger pushing into him, his warm legs underneath him, his hand rubbing his back made it all very different. He felt so much more sensitive and needy when it was Seungmin, even more so than in his own daydreams and it came with a fresh wave of emotions. His breathing was a little more shallow as Seungmin carefully worked his finger in deeper. He took his time, squeezing at Jeongin’s waist and keeping his movements slow.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Jeongin could only let out a whimper, a slight nod even as he couldn’t quite get a deep breath. Even with his face in the pillow he squeezed his eyes shut. The waves of pleasure from each little movement of Seungmin’s fingers just felt like so much and it had far too many feelings filling him nearly to the brim. Lovely, wonderful, horrible, confusing, and painful feelings. 

“Are you sure?” Seungmin asked with so much tenderness it made Jeongin tremble a little, everything from his breath to his heart feeling uneven. Maybe it was how turned on he was and how much more sensitive he felt with Seungmin. Maybe it was his new acceptance of the love he felt. Maybe it was his own shyness and how big of a step this felt like it. Or maybe it was some mix of everything but his head and heart were full to the point of bursting that Jeongin was biting down on his lip and trying to swallow down the lump that was rapidly forming in his throat.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice was shaky and within seconds Seungmin pulled his finger away, leaving Jeongin whimpering.

“Innie, what’s wrong?” His voice was laced with concern and embarrassment started to mix with everything else inside of Jeongin, feeling as if he was overreacting to this overwhelming onslaught of emotions. 

“N-Nothing,” he muttered unconvincingly. He felt Seungmin gently pushing him over and it took a few seconds before he blinked his watery eyes open to meet Seungmin’s worried ones.

“What happened?” Seungmin leaned over him, cupping his face with his clean hand. “Did I hurt you? Was it-”

Jeongin shook his head, shifting his gaze. “No n-no. J-Just- I don’t know.”

“Do you want to just cuddle for a while?” Seungmin offered but Jeongin shook his head again. He knew he wanted to do this, he wasn’t sure why he was feeling so many things all at once, unable to keep things from spilling over.

“I want- We can- I wanna do this. It’s- It’s just different when I do it alone,” he managed.

Seungmin fixed him with a soft smile. “How about a different position? Maybe you’ll feel comfortable if we’re a little closer.”

Jeongin answered with a nod, sucking in a shaky breath and trying to steady himself. Seungmin didn’t let him think about it too much before he kissed him deeply. Some of the thoughts became a little fuzzy in his mind and he was thankful for any reprieve from them. 

Seungmin helped him to lay back on the bed properly before fully pulling off the sweats that had been bunched at his ankles. Seungmin settled between his legs before leaning over him and pressing another kiss to his lips. Jeongin relaxed a little more into the kisses, feeling Seungmin’s hands on his thighs before he slowly pushed his legs up towards his chest.

Jeongin gave Seungmin a wide-eyed look as he pulled back from the kiss, heart beating fast at the new position, so much more open than before, but Seungmin just kissed his nose with a grin.

“I need your legs back, Innie,” he hummed. 

“I-I know that,” he muttered, thankfully at least that Seungmin was close enough that he didn’t feel too exposed.

Seungmin leaned in to kiss him again, this time lingering and deepening the kiss while adding more lube to his finger. He started to tease Jeongin again. Slowly circling his finger before pushing it in halfway and moving in shallow thrusts and slow curls. At the same time he dragged Jeongin’s bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled back from the kiss, letting a moan fall freely from Jeongin’s throat. 

As he worked his finger deeper Jeongin let his eyes flutter open and immediately regretted it. Seungmin was watching him, gaze intense and a ghost of a smirk on his lips while his free hand ran gently over his chest and stomach. He was taking in every little reaction that Jeongin had and along with a rush of arousal that made his cock jump against his lower stomach a sudden shyness overtook him and he groaned, covering his face.

“Y-You can see me like this,” Jeongin mumbled.

Seungmin kissed the backs of his hands. “I could see you before.”

“Not my face.”

“This is much better,” he murmured. “I like your face.”

Jeongin peeked through his fingers, trying to fix Seungmin with a glare but sure that he didn’t quite pull it off. A grin tugged at Seungmin’s lips in response to whatever expression he’d managed as he curled his finger in a way that forced a moan from Jeongin.

“See, it’s not so bad.”

Jeongin carefully moved his hands away, biting down on his lip to try and stifle any more sounds and feeling his face burning. His eyes finally left Seungmin’s as another moan managed its way past his lips and he felt the embarrassment welling up inside of him from something so close and intimate. It was making his dizzying array of emotions all the more confusing, not helped by his brain growing sluggish from arousal and pleasure.

Jeongin did have enough wherewithal to grab at Seungmin’s shoulders, fixing a pout onto his lips as he pulled him closer. He felt barely able to form one coherent thing to say to Seungmin with the array of feelings whirling through him but he knew he wanted to feel close to him.

Seungmin obliged with ease, managing to kiss him even if Jeongin’s kisses were messy. He never seemed to mind what kind of kisses Jeongin gave him, content with whatever his lips were met with.

Jeongin desperately tried to rid his mind of that one clear thought by kissing Seungmin harder.

It seemed to work for a while at least. Seungmin’s tongue slipped past his lips and Jeongin let it in with ease and moans. He noticed Seungmin’s finger slowing but couldn’t manage to think about what that meant until he felt the slow push of two fingers into him.

His head fell back in a wanton moan as Seungmin moved his fingers shallowly. He pressed kisses to Jeongin’s cheeks as he kept his movements gentle and slow through Jeongin’s heavy breaths and arms locked around him. Pleasure coursed through him from every little movement of Seungmin’s fingers and he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the tightening starting in the pit of his stomach.

“Is that alright, Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was far too pretty and the sound was purely dizzying. It was all Jeongin could manage to nod, biting uselessly on his bottom lip in a way that kept no sounds from escaping him. 

He felt like every feeling he’d ever had was welling up inside him all at once as his pleasure rose slowly towards its peak. He couldn’t make much sense of any of the disjointed thoughts in his lust-addled brain, just that with each passing moment he felt more in every sense of the word. 

And still a moan of the word “more” was falling off his lips, like they had a mind of their own, not that he disagreed. Quite the opposite in fact as Seungmin’s fingers reached deeper inside him, brushing past a spot that had his hips trying to buck up and cock jump against his stomach.

“You want more, cutie?” There was almost no teasing in Seungmin’s voice but the way he leaned in to murmur in Jeongin’s ear was only making more arousal run down his spine. He nodded desperately as his fingers dug into Seungmin’s shoulders. His whimper just barely resembled a “please” as he felt like everything in him was about to overflow. But he wouldn’t stop, nothing in the world could make him want to stop.

Seungmin shifted a little, and then Jeongin felt a hand wrapping around his cock. He let out a broken moan as his back arched off the bed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the amount of everything he was feeling, whole body starting to tense and hips trying to rock for more sensation in every way.

“Gonna cum for me, cutie?” Seungmin murmured and it was all Jeongin could do to nod and whimper out an affirmation at the way his high was fast approaching. His thighs tensed, stomach tight and nails digging into Seungmin’s skin as Seungmin pressed a kiss below his ear, fingers moving just a little more roughly, putting a little more pressure on the spot inside him that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“Such a good boy. Can you cum for me, Innie? Please?”

Seungmin’s sweet request would have been enough to have Jeongin cumming in his pants completely untouched. It was more than enough to send him over the edge, a cry of Seungmin’s name falling from his lips as he released, feeling his cock pulsing in Seungmin’s hand as hot strings of cum landed on his lower stomach. An absolute tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him, making every inch of his body shake and were his eyes open, Seungmin would have seen them roll back as his body experienced the pure bliss he’d been given.

A soft curse left Seungmin’s lips and at the moment Jeongin didn’t manage to realize that it was because of the sight of him. He was too encompassed with the slow movements of Seungmin’s fingers, working him through the last of his high, and then the rough kiss on his lips. He didn’t register the wetness on his own cheeks from the tears that had flowed over. And he didn’t know he was saying words between the kisses. The same three words over and over like a mantra.

“I love you.” 

Another kiss pressed to his lips before he’d even finished the last word, too breathy and quiet to properly hear.

“I love you.” 

It was as if everything that had been hidden in his heart was tired of being in the dark. It felt like everything inside of him had released all at once.

Tears.

Cum.

And…

“I love you.”

Seungmin’s fingers stilled before pulling out of him. The words falling off of Jeongin’s lips one more time as the bed shifted and Seungmin didn’t come back down for another kiss. Only then did he blink his eyes open, still blurry from tears, confusion fogging his brain as he cleared his vision and fixed his gaze on Seungmin, eyes wide as he stared back at Jeongin.

Jeongin shakily pushed up onto his elbows, brain still too slow to understand why Seungmin was looking at him like that.

“What-” Seungmin just blinked at him. “What did you say?”

“I- I…”

As if liquid nitrogen had been shot through his veins he felt as if everything went cold. His mouth hung open with no explanation as his heart squeezed painfully in his chest while his own words caught up to him.

Stupid! How could you be so stupid!?

The tears welled up quickly in Jeongin’s eyes, mouth clamping shut and bottom lip quivered. No smile, no laugh, not even an awkward joke. Almost no reaction at all to his words other than shock from the man sitting over him. Jeongin shifted away from Seungmin quickly, dropping his gaze. He couldn’t burst into tears. Not now. Not after that.

Such an idiot! How hard is it to keep your mouth shut?! How did you manage to fuck it up this badly?!

“Jeongin…” Seungmin’s tone was… apologetic? Confused? Upset? Jeongin couldn’t tell but he didn’t want to dwell on it. As fast as he could manage he rolled off the bed and grabbed his sweats. He didn’t care about the cum dripping down his stomach and onto his thighs, he could clean it up later. He just needed to get the fuck out of this room. “Jeongin, hold on-”

“Sorry.” He said it quickly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor and far too scared to look at Seungmin, lest his expression be even worse than what he’d already seen. Maybe anger. Maybe disgust. Maybe pity.

“Innie, just-”

“I’m really sorry.” He could hear his own voice breaking as he crossed the room to the door. “Just- Just- sorry.”

He ignored the way Seungmin called after him, his fear carrying him down the hallway and to his room as fast as he could run, far too scared of Seungmin’s reaction to stay any longer, in far too much pain to bear another second. His tears spilled over finally as he slammed his door shut, sliding down it and crumpling into a heap on the floor, humiliated, heart broken sobs wracking his body.

#oops i made it real sad #i promise itll get better #but it had to hurt first #in imgines #in smut #jeongin imagines #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #seungmin imagines #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids angst

[writing-fanics]

More Than Anything

Lucifer Morningstar x F!Reader

[summary: final battle lives lost but the show must go on!]

Masterlist > chapter I > chapter ii > chapter iii > chapter iv

[a/n: since it’s technically been a month Lucifer and Y/n’s relationship has blossomed but not into a romantic one just yet. Just maybe the occasional flirting but I will have flashbacks to moments to have it not feel rushed.]

[also y/n likes making cursed animal combinations like a dolphin with wings.. being in hell for a month has brought her out of her shell so much she’s much happier. also the reader is whatever height you are, but to me she's slightly taller than Lucifer. sorry if this seems rushed.. its alot of work y/n trained with vaggie in weapon combat. she also kinda had help from lucifer. if ya'll want I'll write another side chapter about what lucifer and her did in combat..]

word count: 3,789 {6-7 pages)

[warning: major spoilers for episode 7-8: mentions of sex: slight smut in the end (full poorly written smut in side chapter): death spoilers:

song

[Y/n] helped prepare the hotel while Charlie and Vaggie were out, she still couldn't help but think that if it all were to end tomorrow. Should she confess her feelings to Lucifer. She tried but failed weeks ago, and now with extermination day being 24 hours away. But even then would it even matter, if she did? If they were going to die what's the point? But then..

"Ugh, why do feelings have to be so complicated?!" She groaned to herself, as she helped fortify the hotel. In her own thoughts. Yet, she remembered how awkward Lucifer was acting this morning when they were eating breakfast. It could've been because of extermination day in the next 24 hours or maybe something else?

"A-Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, at Lucifer. Who scoffed in response and smiled nervously, "Y-Yeah, I'm alright fine perfectly fine." He sweats, as he looked at her nervously.

He watched as she left the manor to go help his daughter and the hotel prepare, and cursed to himself.. God, he was absolutely infatuated with her and couldn't even confess his feelings, for her. What if she dies? No don't think that he couldn't even bare the thought of losing her again.

He reached into his pocket and revealed the rubber duck with butterfly wings, and started at it softly.

[ Flashback ]

[Y/n] bit down on her lower lip, as she tried to make her first rubber duck. Squinting her eyes as she tried, to attach some butterfly wings. She smiled, jumping out of her chair in her guest room and ran down the hallway. She bursts into the room,“Lu, I did it!” She exclaimed, holding the rubber duck in her hands. Flapping its wings occasionally lifting itself off the palm of her hand. Flapping its wings.

“Wow, you did an even better job than me.” He said, causing her to blush. But shaking her head, “Nah, yours are way better.” She said, smiling looking at him.

She looked down at the rubber duck nervously, the extermination was only a few days away and people were preparing for a bloodbath a massacre, an all out war.

“I-I..” She sighed and downcasted at the ground, before shaking her head and smiled. “I made caramel apple pancakes.” She said, smile and Lucifer’s eyes lit up.

“Why didn’t you just say so!” He exclaimed, before she knew it he was already out the door of his study. Towards the delicious caramel apple pancakes.

She smiled sadly, looking down at the rubber duck. Pressing the secret button on its wing. “I love you!” It said its robotic child like voice exclaimed, and she looked down sadly. “I feel butterflies in my stomach when I’m with you,” she clenched her fist, almost crushing the duck but stopped. Looking at it sadly, “I really am pathetic.” she sighed, she walked over towards the shelf.

That had a rubber duck with similar top hat, to that of Lucifer and hesitantly placed it beside it. On the shelf, before backing away and leaving going downstairs to eat breakfast with Lucifer.

- ——

Lucifer entered his study after [Y/n] had left, to help prepare for war being a recently fallen angel and all. He sat at his desk, he glanced over at the shelf. Noticing a new rubber duck, figuring she must’ve placed it there.

He admired it in awe, the translucent butterfly wings. He remembered how much she loves butterflies, he remembered when she joked about combining the two. A Duckerfly. A duck with wings. Even then she was absolutely adorable, her jokes always seemed to make him laugh.

He titled his head noticing a hidden button on its wings, pressing it curiously. “I’m a duck with wings!” The duck said, and he chuckled.

“Duckerfly!”

“I love you!”

He stopped for a moment, processing what the duck had just said. Pressing the button again, “I get butterflies when I’m with you,” His heart seemed to skip a beat, he pressed it again.. and again and again. Until it looped back to it saying, ‘I love you.’

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[Y/n] smiled as she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Charlie. “Thank you for everything,” thanked Charlie, looking up at the older woman smiling. "Ever since I was little," She said, looking up at her, "The stories, my dad used to tell me about you inspired me." and the older woman, looked at her and smiled her heart swelling with joy.

She chuckled softly, "When I was in heaven, I thought he'd forgotten about me." said [Y/n], her gaze soften as she reminisced of memories of the past. "Seems, it was quite the opposite who could've thought he'd tell stories of me to his own daughter." She said, smiling as she took Charlie by both hands.

She looked down at her, "You're like the child I've always wanted but never had," She said, the princess of hell couldn't help but chuckle, reminding her of the weird rivalry both her father and Alastor had.

"But, I'm not trying to replace your mother." She reiterated, "Not at all, I just want you to know. That I'm always here for you." She said, looking at her. Charlie pulled back from the hug, "I can see why my dad likes you so much," said Charlie, causing the woman in front of her cheeks to go red.

"Ah...Um.." She mumbled, but Charlie placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, "It's okay, I think the two of you would be cute together." said Charlie, smiling. Even though she missed her mom Lilith, and that her dad might still possibly miss her. She couldn't help but notice even though on the small instances, her and her dad have spoke before all this.

She could see how happy he was having [Y/n] here, in Hell. She noticed the occasional flirting. Yes, it might sound weird but she loved seeing her dad happy more than anything. "U-Um, thank you." stammered [Y/n].

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[Y/n]'s eyes widened as the force-shield shattered, but she snapped back as an exorcists attacked her and she could've sworn, she heard her shout traitor. She made quick use of her weapon, and ended the exorcists life by cutting off her head.

Patches of her clothes covered in yellow ichor, a tiny cut on her cheek she sustained when fighting an exorcists. But slowly, everything seemed to go downhill as the one who was supposed to take care of Adam. Alastor had suddenly disappeared leaving Charlie to fear the worst.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened in horror as Sir Pentious' airship was destroyed, right before everyone's eyes. "No!" Charlie wailed, as tears brimmed her eyes in shock. She'd barely gotten to know Sir Pentious, in the month she was in Hell.

But, he seemed like a good person who genuinely wanted to redeem himself. Who gave trust to his friends. and in the end made the ultimate sacrifice. Gripping the weapon tightly in her hands, she charged towards Adam.

Almost impaling him, but he dodged out of the way. "Why look who it is?" He said, looking down at her mockingly. She glared at him, "Why isn't it little miss traitor." He said, and she snarled gritting her teeth as she lunged towards him, but he laughed and dodge.

"Wow, you look even worse than you did in Heaven." He mocked, and she pursed her lips eyes filled with rage. As she dodged his attacks, "Says the arrogant bastard who let himself go after Eden," She spat, and he glared at her sending a beam that almost hit her.

But wasn't so lucky about the next one, causing her to groan in pain. "Wow, you really suck at this don't you." He laughed, god she wanted to rip out his fucking tongue. "Do you ever stop fucking talking?!" She shouted, angrily.

Adam dodged her attacks as she sent them his way. Swiftly flying out of the way angering her, as her eyes started glowing as she swings at him with the angelic weapon. She glared at him angrily, “All this for a dick you can’t suck!” shouted Adam, and she glared at him angrily. Gritting her teeth, “Ugh! Fuck you.” she spat. Missing him once again.

“You really are pathetic you know that?” He laughed. Before she could even react a yellow beam, struck her already bleeding side. Gold ichor dripping from the wound, her movement faltering, "S-Shut the fuck up!" She shouted angrily, but a blast sent her flying backwards. Causing her to crash into, the hotel knocking her unconscious.

“Y/n!” Charlie shouted, watching as she plummet to the ground. But she didn’t, and felt a pair of arms wrap around her holding her, she looked up and smiled. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, “Lu,” She whispered.

Then her eyes widened, “Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” She looked embarrassed, cheeks red. Lucifer cocked his head to the side,“Not all of it just the, a dick you can’t suck part.” He said, her cheeks bright red. How she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide in a cave.

She pursed her lips inward and groaned, “I would kiss you now-” Her cheeks turned red, as a tomato as he said that. Even more so as he looked down at her with a mischievous grin, “But, we can do that later.” He said, a grin on his face then turning to are at Adam.

Glaring at him as well as she pulled away from Lucifer, “I’ll take you up on that offer, but first.” She clicked her tongue, gripping her weapon as she glared at Adam.

Seething her teeth, as she gripped the weapon tightly. “Let’s get this fucker.” She spat, with swift speed flying off towards the angel.

Lucifer smiled watching as she flew off, “That’s my girl,” He smiled, as the two of them flew off towards Adam. Following after her, the look of anger on his face seeing his daughter in danger.

Lucifer cackled as he looks down at Adam, dodging his attacks."So, this is what you've been up to since Eden?" said Lucifer, a he flew around him."Gotta say, you really let yourself go buddy." He said, as he transformed into a snake. Adam grabbing him by the tail, and trying to throw him. But before he could Lucifer transforms into a duck. "You judgin' me? You're the most hated being in all of creations." Adam shouted, angrily at him.

"Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer." said Lucifer, using his fingers to make a 'V' shape bringing it to his lips. "or the second. Bow-chicka-wow-wow." said Lucifer, as he makes a thrusting motion in the air. Angering Adam, "I'll fucking end you!!" Adam shouted, as he chased after Lucifer.

[Y/n] flew up towards them, she laughed mischievously, as she transformed into different animals. Teasing him, “For someone who calls himself dick master, your own wives didn’t even want yours!” She laughed, grinning as you transformed into a dolphin with wings.

She slapped him using the tail across the face. Smiling mischievously, “Ugh! You bitch!” He shouted, angrily trying to grab her but she ducked. Flying away swiftly.

“The bully gets bullied,” She cackled, making faces at him before disappearing in a poof of yellow clouds. She giggled, as Lucifer took her by the hand. And the two of took pride in dancing to dodge, Adam’s attacks. “Oh, can’t catch us..” The two of them teased.

“That duck you left me,” He said, as the two of you disappeared from Adam, dodging his attacks. Her cheeks turned red as she looked at him, “I love you too,” He said, and her heart swelled with joy. Really was he saying this now?!

Adam gagged in disgust, “Stop moving you freaks!” Adam shouted, causing the king of hell to shake his head, “Hey, I’m trying to confess my love over here!” shouted Lucifer, causing her cheeks to turn even redder. Adam growing angrier, as he glared at them.

Adam groaned in anger, as he sent a beam of yellow ichor towards them. But Lucifer holding [Y/n] close protectively, as he swiftly pulled her out of the way. “Charlie!” She shouted worriedly, and swiftly as she said that Lucifer was off towards his daughter.

[ slight time skip ]

[Y/n] placed her hand on her bleeding side, as she stood up to her feet. Glaring at Adam as she stood beside everyone else, "You don't get to end this." Adam said, as he stood to his feet weakly. Climbing out of the hole, "I'm fucking Adam! I'm the fucking man," He shouted, looking at the sinners and demons in front of him, "and you're just some fucking clown or something." He spat, glaring at them.

"I started everything on Earth." He shouted, rambling. "All of mankind came from theses fucking nuts." He shouted, staring at them. While they just stood their listening to his tantrum, "You all should be worshipping me." He screamed.

"you ungrateful, disgusting fucking losers!" He shouted,Adam wails, and everyone stars at him in shock seeing the dagger protruding from his stomach. "Hey, you got something sticking out of your..your thing there." said Lucifer, pointing nonchalantly at the dagger sticking out of his stomach.

Adam fell forward, revealing Niffty holding the blade in her hands. "Niffty?" Charlie said in shock. Niffty sat there for a moment before, "Stab! Stab! Stab!" Niffty shouted, as she laughed manically. As she continued to stab him repeatedly. "Blood! ha ha ha!" She laughed, a crazed look in her eyes.

Lute screamed, as she rushed towards Adam turning him over as he died. Crying over her friend and leader, who sent her a final smile before dying. "It's over," Charlie and [Y/n], said glaring down at Lute.

"Take your little friends," said Lucifer, as he glared at Lute angrily in his demon form, "and go home." He shouted, is voice distorted and demonic. "Please.!" He asked, relaxed and calm yet with a sinister tone to his voice. Everyone watched, as the exorcists retreated back to heaven.

Lucifer sighed and turned back towards everyone, "Alright who wants some pancakes." asked Lucifer, as he wrapped an arm around [Y/n]'s waist. "This lovely lady right here makes some delicious, caramel apple pancakes." He said, a huge grin on his face. She smiled sheepishly, as she looked at everyone. Niffty raised her hand. "But first, I need to get this bandaged." She said, looking at the others smiling softly as she pointed at the wound.

She winced in pain as she climbed, over the rubble. “I’m okay,” She smiled, looking at Lucifer. She looked over towards Charlie, as she stared at the destroyed hotel. Everyone looked at her sadly, as she stared at the destruction and bloodshed that the war had caused. Holding KeeKee in her arms, she looked down at the banner they had made for Sir Pentious month's ago. Tears welled up in Charlie's eyes, realizing the ultimate sacrifice.

"He did it for us, the ultimate sacrifice," Charlie sang, as she choked back a sob. Vaggie placed her hand on her shoulder, "He gave me his trust, and look how we pay the price," She sang, as she walked away. She looked around at the cranage and destruction, "This bloodshed could have been avoided." She sang sadly, even though they won. She felt as if in a way it was all for nothing with the lives that were lost, "If I convinced Heaven to work together," She sang, tearfully.

She walked over towards the ledge, revealing the destroyed Hazbin Hotel and what remains, "I took a hotel and I destroyed it," She sang sadly, seeing the damage she couldn't help but blame herself for, "I know I could have done better." She sang, as she hugged her self tears welling up in her eyes, as she fell to her knees. "Better, instead of letting you down," She sang, looking down at the ground.

 'Come on little lady, why the frown?' Lucifer sang, as he looked down at his daughter, placing a hand on his shoulder. 'In the last ten-thousand years. You're the first one to change this town' He sang, standing up on his feet getting in front of her, 'You can do this, now I know it!' He sang, placing his hand underneath Charlie's chin. 'For your story has just begun'

"You can't quit now, hell, you owe it," [Y/n] sang, as she smiled at Charlie warmly, "There's still damage to be undone," sang Lucifer, as he smiled at his daughter.

"You've changed my mind," He sang.

"You've touched their hearts." sang [Y/n].

"Found the good in souls gone bad"

"The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone,"

Lucifer looked at his daughter triumphantly, and sang."But by God, Charlie!" [Y/n]wrapped an arm around her, "The show, it must go on" Lucifer and [Y/n] sang, Charlie looked up towards her friends.

“We can do this!” Charlie’s friends sang, as they looked down at her smiling comforting her, making the best of the situation. “We can build it!” everyone sang, smiling at her.

‘Best hotel that you’ve ever seen!’

‘Twice the bedrooms’

‘We can fill it’

“With more sinners than you can dream,” Lucifer sang, as he wrapped an arm around [Y/n]’s waist, a slight tint of red appearing on her cheeks. “It starts with you, you know, it's true.” They sang, as they looked down at her smiling. Hopeful despite the hotel being destroyed, despite the sinners lost.

“Fulfill your destiny!” Charlie looked at her friend, and wiped away her tears and smiled looking at them. “So long as I've got all of you with me!” Charlie smiled, as she wrapped her arms around them.

[Y/n] spreads her wings and smiles, as she flies around. Helping everyone work on rebuilding the hotel. From scratch to be grander than ever. As she sang to help rebuild the hotel she, still couldn’t believe that he loved her back. Almost feeling like a dream that he told her he loved her back. Her heart still skipping a beat, as a wave of relief seemed to wash away.

After a seemingly endless period of wallowing in self-pity, she had finally found happiness with him. With him by her side, she was filled with a sense of anticipation for what was to come in the future.

Suddenly, he scooped her up in his arms like a bride, and she let out a yelp of surprise. As he leaned down towards her, she felt his lips against hers, and a soft gasp escaped her. Her body tensed up in response as her heart began to pound against her chest, overcome with a mixture of nervousness and relief. Her eyes slowly fluttering shut as she melted into the kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning more into the kiss.

He whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder and turn beet red. Despite her flustered demeanor, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at him, and playfully leapt out of his arms.

Transforming into a duck with butterfly wings, and flying off. Lucifer chasing after her, as she switched between each forms giggling, as they continued to help rebuild the hotel. She smiled, as magic flew through her fingers butterflies flew around the hotel glowing with yellow ichor.

Everyone stood at the portrait of Sir Pentious, memorial saluting the great general who sacrifed himself for his friends. “We can do this,” everyone sang, as they stared at the portrait mourning the loss. But a smile on their face, knowing that his sacrifice guaranteed them a better and hopeful future towards redeeming sinner.

“We can do this,” Charlie sang, as she stared at the “We'll be better,” everyone sang smiling, as they remembered Sir Pentious. Saluting their fallen friend.

“We'll be better,”

‘Though redemption may take a while’

“Though it may take a while,” Charlie sang, smiling as [Y/n] placed her hand in her shoulder.

‘Wayward sinners, clear their ledger’

‘And we're doing it with a smile’ Alastor sang, as he appeared between them. Charlie’s eyes lighting up smiling, as she hugged him. “Yeah!” everyone except Lucifer, smiled as they looked towards Alastor.

‘We made a difference, wait and see’

‘We're gonna do this, you and me.’ Charlie and Vaggie sang, as they hugged eachother.

As they walked out towards the courtyard with a hopeful smile. [Y/n] smiled as Lucifer took her hand into his squeezing, she looked down at him and smiled. Fireworks lit up the red sky of hell, as they looked at the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer used his magic shrinking the key, and handing it to Charlie. Who smiled looking at the hotel, “And then tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!” They all sang, as they looked at the newly completed and rebuilt grander than ever. Hazbin Hotel.

[side chapter sneak peek]

Lucifer and [Y/n}, had left suddenly after saying goodbye to Charlie and everyone saying they needed some. "rest" But Angel knew all to well, he saw right past through it. "Yeah, they're about to fuck." Angel said, earning a groan of disgust from everyone. In particularly, Charlie. "Ew, that's my dad." said Charlie, in disgust looking up at Angel Dust.

"What? It's pretty obvious!" He exclaimed, folding his arms across his chest. Before looking off in the distance curiously, "I wonder what kind of kink the Short King is into." He wondered curiously, he took notice of the apples.

Charlie covered her ears, while everyone started walking off. "He's definitely into food play, whipped cream and apples." Angel continued, and "Lala! I can't hear you!" Charlie shouted, as she walked off. "Hey, Charlie give me Y/n's number so I can ask!" He shouted, running after her, "No!" shouted Charlie, as she walked towards the hotel.

"Aw, come one I need to know!" Angel shouted, chasing after Charlie.

meanwhile.. in lucifer's room{ya'll will get the actual smut later so rn its the morning after}

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open and he was met with the most wonderous sight, of [Y/n] and her crinkled up nose as she slept letting out the occasional snore. He smiled softly, as he brushed his fingers against her cheek causing her to smile. His heart seemed to flutter, how did he get so lucky?

"Aw, Lucifer." She said playfully, looking at him as he attacked her neck with kisses, "I've gotta make breakfast." She said, and he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. "Mm, not yet." He said, as he pulled her underneath the covers. She was in for a long morning.

a/n: no y/n didn't know that Lilith was in heaven im not kidding. She had no idea, but with her coming into play for season 2. There will def be some drama stirring, if she's a villian or not.

also lemme know if theres any gaps so i can go back and fix them.

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[dr-felitas]

wish you were sober

synopsis: in which you drunkenly confess to aventurine and he doesn’t believe you, rather believing that he’s not worthy, less even deserving of your love. despite that, his insecurity, you're under the belief that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. love - something that you want to introduce to him and show him “what it means to love you.”

pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 2.3k (i’ve gone insane) | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol; they're both drunk, insecure aventurine, unestablished relationship, they label themself as friends but reader barely knows anything abt him LMFAO, dual pov, DO YALL GET THE REFERENCE IN THE SYNOPSIS LMFAO??, rushed ending icl, half assed-ly proofread; oneshot

a/n: yesterday i listened to wish you were sober by conan gray and was like “damn.. this’d fit sunday” but then i asked azul what he thinks cause i couldn’t decide between su**day and <aventurine3. and they replied with that it’d be so much more angsty with aventurine (okay not quote on quote but you get the msg) and i dislike su**ay anyway!! so boom! (y’all are still getting another sunday fic..yay..ig.....)

tags: beloved @azullumi <3 and @cherieiu (stop punching me)

“i love you.” 

your confession doesn't come over as surprising for aventurine, he anticipated it. just like how the ebb awaits the flood, yearning for it but disappearing as soon as it arrives. missing out on each other for just a split second, as the other party sweeps and slips away from the grasp of the other. nevertheless aventurine is glued to his seat on the rich sofa. 

colorful poker chips are splattered around the rich mahogany floor tiles, bottles of vodka and wine, some already with their cork removed and empty, others who haven't even been opened yet. a chandelier adorning the ceiling of the big room, its lightbulbs glowing dimly in the caliginous room, illuminating it.

one of the lamps flickers while the others continue to shine brightly - too brightly aventurine thinks, if he were to watch them any longer he’d feel like melting. the closer he got to you the sun, the deeper he'd fall into the bottomless pit he managed to crawl out of.

the room reeks of alcohol. is the temperature rising? he feels like every time the last number on the digital clock changes the warmer it gets. his blond bangs stick to his forehead and beads of sweat are running down his flushed cheeks - that answers his question.

it’s hot - humid even. he's not sure if he's able to bear the heat in this narrow atmosphere any longer. he tries to blow the sweat away by waving at his face with his hand, trying to cool off his face - a futile attempt. god, what's this a/c even good for, if it can't do it's damn job.

he opens his mouth with the intent of wanting to say that you're lying, that you shouldn't say stuff like that when you're drunk and that you'll regret later. but he doesn't, he refrains from doing so. instead he gulps down the words immediately, letter for letter. they're a bitter pillow to swallow. flowing down his throat like the wavering water running down a stream - intoxicating, similar to the alcoholic liquid you've downed.

the blond looks at you through half lidded eyes. you lift yourself off the ground, he takes notice that you have a hard time doing so, legs slightly trembling as you remove them from the floor tiles. (you've always been a lightweight he thinks)

as you make your way over to him, standing up and wanting to sit yourself next to him on the large black leather sofa. you clumsily bump against one of the almost empty shot glasses that still lies on the floor. tripping over the small glass as your foot comes in contact with it. the glass that still contained some of the red wine you've poured in, not too long ago, tumbles as easily as a domino tile, falling upon the smallest touch. making the flimsy piece immediately meet the ground.

it breaks into a few sharp shards and the remaining alcohol starts seeping out of it, staining your once white socks with crimson colored alcohol. “ah m’sorry!” you mumble as you quickly bend down to gingerly pick up the fragments, placing them in the palm of your hand carefully, so that they won't cut you and leave slits.

aventurine takes another peek at you as you tidy up. your face is flushed, your cheeks tinted in a bright red and you let out incoherent sorrys, blabbering incomplete phrases. he wants to tell you that it's alright. that he feels the same and reciprocates yours feelings, that you don't have to apologize and he'll help you.

but he freezes.

the words that he wants to tell you, the ones he's been longing to say don't leave his mouth. neither does he move. instead he coughs, continuing to watch you while you clean up. a tissue has found its way into your right hand, helping you soak up the alcohol. (its his hand that should be intertwined with yours, not the tissue)

his throat hurts. 

(he's not in the right mindspace to acknowledge if it's because of you - the unsaid words that he didn't reveal to you yet or because of the alcohol.) 

it's dry and lacks any kind of refreshing liquid that'd quench the drought that occurs in his throat. he contemplates, thinking about the choices he has. swallowing down his own spit isn't worth it, it makes his throat burn even more.

he comes to the decision to pour himself another glass of alcohol. (debatably his worst decision until now.)

twirling the almost translucent liquid in his glass, before fully gulping it down in one go. a bit of the alcohol escapes the depths of his mouth, running down his chin and messily staining his porcelain-like skin. 

he doesn't like the bitter taste, he can't seem to befriend himself with it. (neither can he befriend him with himself) although it's not the worst, he's just not able to find a reason to like it. after all, after a single sip it starts to sting as it enters his mouth.

the scent isn't great either, it smells strong, too strong for his liking, a scent that reeks of cleaning detergent and not to mention, it prickles on his tongue and burns as it slides down his throat when it makes its way into his blood. but there's one thing aventurine can't deny: it's efficiency.

it fulfills its purpose well making him lightheaded and dizzy, to the point of forgetting everything.

all sounds are drowned out. even the lame pop songs playlist you turned on because you insisted that “it'll set the right mood” is barely audible for him now. his ears hurt hellish, he wants to put his hands over his ears to escape the white noise. the sound that plays in his ears is similar to the one of when an airplane starts boarding - an unpleasant noise.

the only sound that remains for aventurine’s slightly drunk state is your voice. it echoes through his ears. your drunk confession playing over and over in his mind like a broken record, anticipating the day it'll be fixed, so the misery it is in ceases. 

his sloppy and sluggish movements - the way his hands tremble as he pours himself another glass, the nervousness that forms inside his body and the blush that spreads as quickly as a wildfire on his cheeks - they're tormenting him, and he blames none other than the alcohol for it. 

“a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, drunk words are sober thoughts, when you're drunk you reveal your true desires” his ass. the both of you are just friends. friends that are acquainted through work, nothing more, nothing less. aventurine couldn't bear to lose his only friend, after all he's already lost everything.

(anything he'd never want to lose will eventually be lost. it is as if fate had decided that everything that is worth wanting, everything that he wants to have and keep, will be lost the moment he gets his fingers on it. to aventurine there’s nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life that is full of anguish.)

his father whom he never got to meet, his mother and sister whom he was forced to leave behind and kakavasha, his younger self. all will be lost - everything was lost. if he wasn't careful now, one slip up on the thin ice or feet accidentally trampling over the floor full of eggshells, he'd not only lose himself in the process, but you too. his one and only friend.

crossing this line he set for himself, as he drew it along the earthy ground with his calloused fingers, trembling as they traced over the mud.

walking past the border that was created to keep everything and everyone distant from him, as he stood on the other side turning his back from the world, walking away and waving, to bid his goodbye from them.

the wall he built around him to shield him from the world, protecting everyone from the ugly thing that was kept inside , protecting himself from the people that only want to torment him.

forgetting all of these things, leaving them behind for you would mean showing you who he really was. a frail human being that hides himself behind a mask. the theater curtains revealing the person who played the role of the man who had called himself aventurine for the past years. placing him in the spotlight and giving the audience a show they'll never forget, like the fool he is. 

aventurine doesn't think that he is loveable, that he's undeserving of love - your love.

you think that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. providing him with said love, embracing him and showing him how pure love can be. 

the blond caught your eye right away. he was charming, funny and handsome. aventurine turned into your little work crush, your motivation to convince yourself just to see him.

the road was rocky and full of obstacles, set up by none other than aventurine. it gave you a better perception of who he really was and it intrigued you even more. why does he hide himself away from the world? why does he convince himself to not get anyone close to him even though he longs for the touch of another person? who is aventurine, really?

you can't answer any of these questions and neither are you certain if aventurine really can but that doesn't stop you. you continue to climb up all the way to know who he is, who the person you fell in love with really is. 

love, is weird isn't it? it comes in all different shapes and forms.

if someone were to ask you why you like him, you wouldn't know how to answer, because neither do you know.

but nevertheless you still like him. why? how come you like someone that you don't even know, someone that is foreign to you, almost like a stranger. even though the both of you label yourself as “friends.”

you're not sure what the color is that infuses his irises, he keeps them hidden beneath his glasses. despite that, you long to stare into his eyes and let all the plain and dull parts of your life get painted in the same colors of his hues. a color that brings you comfort and cures your sorrow. it's the hues that you want to stare at as you tuck a golden strand of hair behind his ear, in return he grants you a small but genuine smile.

a smile that you want to see more often, one that you want to keep for yourself. 

as for his scent, every person has their own unique and special scent. you plead to the gods above that he’ll let you bury your head into the crook of his neck and absorb his smell so it becomes the only scent that lingers around your nose. 

there are so many more things that you want to know about him but you're unaware of. one might say that you're odd for liking - no, loving someone that you barely know.

a stranger, a foreign person whom you know little about to almost nothing about, is the person that you love. absurd isn't it? but love is weird, love can be pure and ridiculous, but it can also be painful and heart wrenching. love is a feeling that not only brings joy to oneself but also causes pain. but it's a feeling that you never want to get rid of - not until you introduced aventurine to it. showing him what love has to offer and has in store.

in the iridescent light aventurine remains to look as ethereal as ever. a scent of vodka lingers around aventurines figure, the smell is strong, but you couldn't care less. his hair is disheveled but nevertheless continues to shine in the dazzling light. he lets out a tiring yawn and you couldn't imagine aventurine any more beautiful than in this moment.

vulnerable and for your eyes only. making it unable for you to tear your gaze away from the sight before you. 

he's like a shooting star, if you don't continue to watch and follow it and blink, even if it's just for a single moment - it's all over and you'll never see it again. 

“stop looking at me like that.” aventurine mumbles quietly, almost whispering. upon hearing that, you make your way over to him, glass shards long forgotten as you place them on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

your arms reach out to aventurine, clutching your hands on his shoulders. your grip is sluggish but you don't falter and continue to hold him. “like what?” your lips are slightly parted and your gaze is drowsy as you counter aventurine's question with a question of your own.

“like that.” he placed the hand that just rested on his thigh, on your cheek, slightly caressing it. “you're just gonna hurt the both of us if you keep this up any longer.” he's not sure where the boldness came from, he blames it on the alcohol once again; it finally seemed to kick in.  

“‘m not lying” you hiccup. tomorrow i’ll tell you how much i love you, no matter if it's once” a cough exits your throat “or a hundred times.” the words that leave your mouth are slurred, they're incoherent and muddled up. your grip on his shoulder weakens, hands slipping off and head falling against his chest.

..did you seriously just black out?

aventurine can only sigh at that. a small smile finds its way onto his face. he snakes his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and hugging you with the remaining power he had left before falling asleep. guess there'll be a lot to unpack tomorrow but for now he allows himself to indulge in this shared moment between the two of you. 

e/n: hope yall enjoyed this as much as i hated writing this!! (i wanted to throw up) i acc hate how i wrote this. it's not as choppy as when i started writing it but it still feels so rushed and so idk.. anyway reblogs with comments are very much appreciated! >< ALSO that one paragraph written in brackets..guess whose speech it was inspired byyyyy (hint: bsd!!)

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[qalrey]

my take on rarity! the gems represent bursts of motivation/inspiration :3

#fashion horse! pog! #i did this in flash 8 to get that sweet vector lines and to learn the pen tool #i shouldn't have tbh #bc i still don't know how that tool works AND the program crashed once i was done #flash waited until i was done redering those diamonds and gold then it remembered what type of program it was #(the one that crashes every 2 seconds) #(a fact that i'm Very aware) (it was my fault that i didn't save as often as i should) #art #digital art #mlp #mlp fim #mlp fanart #my little pony #friendship is magic #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp g4 #mlp art #mlp rarity #rarity #i can't imgine that this software was mae for animation #yet Animate doesn't work either and still has the same AND other issues

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...A Rainy Day At The Bunker

Pairing: Dean x reader

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“Mind grabbing another beer while you’re up?” asked Dean from bed. He held up an empty and you tucked it under your arm, carrying the empty bowl of popcorn out with you as well. Most of the lights in the halls were dim, a cozy warm setting filling the space. Dean had turned up the heat about an hour ago and now the bunker was perfect to have a quiet day in. Especially considering it was pouring rain outside.

With a hum you turned the corner into the kitchen, Sam working on a pumpkin pie from the looks of it.

“Aw, look at you being a sweet little brother,” you said, putting the bowl on the counter and setting the bottle in the bin underneath.

“I have my moments. Also, it’s your turn to get the takeout tonight,” he said with a grin. 

“But we’re watching a movie and cuddling. You know how disappointed your brother gets if he doesn’t have his cuddle time,” you said. Sam gave you a bitch face and you pouted, putting on your puppy dog eyes. 

“Fine,” he said. “You’re lucky you look adorable and comfy right now.”

“I’ll take your turn next week,” you said, ruffling his hair before you took a beer out of the fridge and set about making another cup of hot chocolate for yourself. “You want one?”

“I got a cup of tea going but thanks,” he said. You hummed to yourself as you found some milk and another packet of instant mix, heating it up in the microwave while Sam worked. “It’s nice to see you guys happy again. I missed that.”

“We did too. I did some pretty messed up crap when I was a demon. It took some time to work through it.”

“Finally believe him that he was never mad?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. He wanted to help me was all, he never blamed me for what I did,” you said.

“Why would he, runt?” he teased. 

“I worry,” you said, taking your mug out. “You wanna watch with us when you’re all done?”

“Later on. Dean needs his cuddle time after all,” he chuckled.

“Love you, Sammy. Let us know when you get hungry for dinner,” you said.

“Love you too,” he said. You took your mug and Dean’s beer back to your room to find him sprawled out in bed in his pajamas.

“Hello, cutie,” you said.

“Cutie,” said Dean, smiling as you put the drinks on the nightstand. You slid into bed next to him, Dean wrapping his arm around your back and pulling the blanket over both your laps. “Ready to watch the next movie, sweetheart?”

“I’d love to, Dean.”

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[jaykaysthicthighs]

Suck Them | JJK

excerpt | it was just supposed to be the usual great sex, but they looked so inviting

genre | smut (mdni), fluff

pairings | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | reader being a dom (just slightly), jk begs, p in v, kind of dirty talk, hand job, bit of rough sex, nipple sucking, strong language, i think that's all

wc | 4k+

notes | this is my first time writing smut or anything in general. so i'm hoping that even though i'm inexperienced you guys will still love and enjoy this

Jungkook was ramming you from behind - doggy style. Each thrust hits that golden spot for you. Jungkook never slowed down his pace; fucking you like it was going to be the last time.

You were in this position for a while now, your body was getting tired. You breathlessly spoke, "Baby, please. I'm getting numb. Let me lay down." Jungkook saw the way your legs were trembling, and it was not by pleasure. He wanted to be mean and say that you can handle it, but he was in a giving mood.

He pulled out, watching the way your pussy was clenching at the loss of his dick; Jungkook smirked. He flipped your body, so you were facing him. Your face was relieved, and you were happy that your aching limbs gets to rest. But without a second thought, Jungkook shoved his thick cock into you. Your head leaned back at the sudden occurrence. Your back arched, breast touching his chest. After a few seconds your body fell down, Jungkook's as well; his body slumping on top of yours. Your guy's body is connected in a missionary position.

He looked deeply into your eyes, loving the glow swirling around your irises. With his dick still inside you, he gave you a quick kiss; hands holding both sides of your face. "Is this better for you, baby?" You smiled warmly at him, thankful for the sweet boyfriend you have. You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened your legs wider. You tilted your head up; lips meeting his pierced ear, and you whispered, "Now fuck me, Jungkook."

When those words had spilled out of your mouth, Jungkook, in an instant, fucked you like a dog in heat. The sound of his skin clapping onto your plump ass and thigh echoed throughout the room. Your desirable moans turned his brain to mush. Jungkook was sent into a frenzy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The pleasure your lover was giving you was so euphoric. Feeling his hard length going in and out of you. His balls slapping your back hole, weirdly giving you extra pleasure. Your wetness as a natural lube. The sweat causes a stickiness to your guy's skin. His tip hitting your g-spot. You loved all of it. You felt like you were in another world every time you two fucked.

Jungkook leaned his head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, reeling in the feeling of you. He feels the way your nails dig and scratch his back. He feels the way you move your pussy up and down like you want more than what he's already giving you. The way you clench around his every time he hits your sweet spot. He hears the sinful sounds leaving your mouth. The slickness you provide for him. Your warm wet walls caging his raging dick. Jungkook truly felt like you were his utopia.

You looked at Jungkook. His face contorted with absolute sex. You watch the way his mouth groans out vulgar words. His eyes screwed shut, only focusing on the pleasure he's giving you and himself. You looked down at his abdomen, seeing the way his abs flexed at every slap. Jungkook always looked handsome to you, but when he's in this state, he's the sexiest fucker on this planet.

You untied your arms from his body and moved them down to his chest. You never really focused on your lovers' nipples, but when your hands grazed them, you saw the way Jungkook slightly shivered.

It gave you a thought. You pushed your hands on his abs, indicating for him to stop, and sat up. Jungkook looked at you with confusion; hands resting on your knees. He cocked his head to the side, "What's wrong, babe? Not feeling well?" You didn't spare him a glance; your eyes only focusing on his hard nipples. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if I can suck on them?" You pointed at his chest.

Jungkook's head faintly jerked back. This was new. It was always him sucking on your nipples, not the other way around. He stared at you, seeing if you were serious about this. Jungkook showcased a small downward smile. He saw your eyes clouded with lust staring at his nipples.

You were about to say something, but Jungkook crashed his body on yours; swiftly placed your mouth on his. You tried pushing him off, wanting an answer, but he only held you closer; demanding that you shut up and kiss him back.

You can never really say no to Jungkook, so you closed your eyes and fell prey to his touch. Without really realizing you climbed on his lap and somewhere in the middle you sunk yourself into his slick dick. You guys were fucking, but this time more slow-paced. You tangled yourself with him. Your arms around his shoulder, his around your torso; his hands resting on your ass. Legs wrapped around his body - crisscross style.

"Shit, baby, you feel so good." You moaned at his words. "Wanna be inside you forever. Inside this sweet, beautiful pussy of yours." You tucked your face in the crook of his neck; you were blushing. Jungkook chuckled at your actions, "Adorable."

You love fucking slow, but you wanted to be fucked hard. "Jungkook, please. I want it harder." you whimpered. Your wish is his command; fuck you hard, he shall. Your body started bouncing roughly on his dick. You were a mess; head leaned back, hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat, arms barely holding on, toes curled, ass started feeling numb from the constant slapping, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jungkook loved this sight of you. He loved the reason behind your messy exterior. He saw your neck blank; thought of an idea that involves painting you. He attached his lips to your damp neck and started coloring you. It was a little hard for him, fucking you hard and sucking on your neck at the same time, but he didn’t care if it meant that you were on cloud 9. He littered your neck with blue and purple hues, each a different size.

You couldn’t handle all the things Jungkook was doing to you. It was too much; your body felt pleasure in many areas. You were close, and Jungkook noticed. Your pussy holding him hard. Jungkook sucked some air in through his teeth; he felt like you were going to cut off his dick. He wanted you to reach your high, even though you were holding him, hostage, he fucked you hard. And to add more to your pleasure, he brought his thumb down to your cilt and did figure 8’s around them.

You felt like you were being attacked. It was so much to bare, you reached your climax and held onto Jungkook for dear life. Jungkook analyzed the way your body shook as you came. The way you held him so tight he felt like he was turning purple. Your pussy clenching and unclenching around his dick. Your shaky moans echo in his brain. He knows that you’re all fucked out.

Once your high died, you realize that Jungkook hadn’t cum with you. You pulled away immediately and stammered, “W-why? Why… Why didn’t you cum with me? Did you not feel good?” You felt bad that you were the only one who came; your eyes getting teary.

Jungkook saw the distress painting your face. He gently held your face between his hands. “No, baby. I felt so good. You were such a good girl for me.” Jungkook let go of you and sprawled his legs on the messed up sheets of your bed, and leaned back. One hand slightly behind holding his weight and the other traveling up his chest. “I just thought I should wait to cum. I wanted to grant your wish on sucking these,” Jungkook rubbed his hard nipples, “I want you to pleasure me, baby.”

Your breathing was heavy; you were nervous. “I don’t know what to do.” Jungkook grabbed your arm, so there were only inches between you two. “Just think about how I suck yours and copy.”

“Easier said than done. Jungkook your mouth is skillful.”

“So is yours. The way your mouth does wonders to my cock. Very skillful in my book.”

You wanted to suck his nipples badly, but you didn’t really think about how you’ll do it. Jungkook saw the hesitation you were displaying. He was growing a bit restless. “Baby, hurry before my dick goes limp.”

You stared up at your boyfriend, and he barked, “Suck them, ____.” You dived your head to his chest and did open-mouthed kisses on them. Jungkook took a sharp breath in, "Shit!" He brought one of his hands to your nape, gently massaging the area as you sucked him. The other wrapped around his pulsating cock, pumping it at a slow pace.

Your eyes were closed, focusing on the pleasure you were giving your boyfriend. When you swirled your tongue around his perky bud, you heard the way Jungkook let out a low groan. You opened your eyes to take a peek, and what you saw made you wet.

Jungkook had his head leaned back, the only view in sight was his Adam's apple. You saw the way his beads of sweat rolled down at every groan. You saw the way his throat danced at every gulp taken. The way his throat turns red at every passing second. You've never seen this sight of him; it was a huge turn-on.

You wanted to hear - see more of him in this state. You noticed that his other friend was getting neglected, so brought your hand up, and took him between your two fingers; pinching him hard.

Jungkook whipped his head down and yelped at the sudden act. You took his breath by surprise. He stared at you speechless; he hissed, "What the hell was that?" You halted your deed, anxious that what you did you a bad mistake. You looked at Jungkook and murmured, "Did I hurt you? 'm sorry, babe. I won't do it again."

Jungkook saw the way you were on edge. He didn't mean to sound rude. It's just the action really took him by surprise, and Jungkook was slightly embarrassed by how it kind of felt nice. His face flushed by the remembering feeling; he turned his head right, scratching his neck. Jungkook gulped, "No... You didn't hurt me." Your eyes bugged out a little bit. You watched Jungkook's face grow red by the minute. You smiled, he looks so cute to you.

You placed your hands on his thighs. "Okay? Did I do something wrong then?" Jungkook shook his head no. You were confused, "Okay, then what happened?" Jungkook was too embarrassed to voice out the reason. There was a silence roaming the room. You tried to get a better look at his face. "You have to tell me something, Jungkook."

Jungkook turned his head to you and meekly confessed, "I liked it." Your smile grew wide; you exclaimed, "That's all?" You started giggling at the situation. Jungkook got shy and hid his face in his hands. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby." You reached out and pulled his hands away from his face. You got close to your boyfriend's face; your guy's lips brushing against each other. "So, this feels good?" Your hands went back to its previous destination and tugged his hard bud. Jungkook bit his lip hard, containing his moans, almost drawing blood. He gave you a small nod to your question.

Your free hand dragged his bottom lip down. "Don't be quiet for me." Right then and there, Jungkook's head fell back, and he let out one of the loudest moans you heard escape him. In response, you moved your head down and did kitten licks to his other pink bud.

Jungkook felt so intoxicated by this new feeling. He needed more. He bent his head down and pleaded to you, "Please, don't lick. I want you to suck me like you did earlier. Suck me hard." You smirked against his chest. But before doing so, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his leaking cock. You smiled at him with excitement, "Just to add more love."

Jungkook loves this side of you. He loves the way you look at him with much domination. He loves the way you touch him with so much eagerness. He loves the way you pleasure him like you were the top in this relationship. He loves everything in this moment.

Jungkook grinned at you and pumped his cock with excitement. He'll do whatever you want him to. You went back and gave him the hard sucking he wished for. Jungkook moaned like a bitch; he would've thought it was embarrassing, but right now, he doesn't care. Jungkook was moaning like there was no tomorrow, so you thought you should do the same thing. You moaned against his nipple, causing the vibration to shoot through him. He shuddered at the feeling.

The hand job he was giving himself, the moaning and sucking on one nipple, and the tugging on the other were making him see stars. He now knows why girls love their tits sucked so much. You were the cause of his euphoria.

Jungkook's body started twitching, signifying that he was close. He cried out, "Please, baby. More. More. I'm close." And just as you were asked, you fastened the speed you were going and gave your lover more. "Ahh..... Fuck! ____, I'm right there!"

Jungkook let go of his cock so he could grip your shoulders. You felt his fingers drilling holes through your skin. He was cumming hard and fast. A popping sound came the moment you detached your mouth from his nipple. You watched the way Jungkook's body quivered when his high was subsiding; body tense. His moans were shaky; beads of sweat falling to the ruined sheets. You looked down to see the warm, white liquid covering your thigh, some even on your bare torso.

Once everything was calm, you lifted up your boyfriend's head and kissed him. You guys kissed so hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, moans being swallowed by each other, but in the end, he still was the one to top.

Jungkook pulled away breathlessly, not just by the kissing, but by way you sucked him so good. He stared into your eyes and praised, "You did so well, baby. You made me feel like I was on cloud 9. God, why didn't we do this sooner?" You both chuckled at the last bit. You gave him a quick kiss and proclaimed, "It doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world. I'll gladly suck - not only your delicious cock, but that divine set of twins you got."

Jungkook leaned his head back at your words. "Fuck, you're getting me hard. Don't talk like that." He got up and grinned when an idea popped up in his head. "Actually, let's take this in the bathroom. Start our round two while washing up."

You giggled at the idea. And just as you were about to get up, you said, "I love you, Jungkook." Jungkook picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead, "Not as much as I love you, ____. End of discussion. And if you still want to argue about who loves who more, let's do it in the bathroom."

You bellied out a laugh, making Jungkook all tingly inside. "Okay, fine. But this time you have to suck mine."

"Your wish is my command, my queen."

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x female reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #bts smut #bts imagine #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts fluff #imgine #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #fluff #smut

[siren-of-agony]

Answers to "please stop"

No.

I can't.

I won't.

I don't want to.

I don't know how.

I will soon.

But then how will you learn?

We're almost done.

It's almost over.

Ask me again!

Oh well, if you're asking that politely…

Fine. For now.

Only once I've come up with something more fun.

Only once you've come up with something more fun.

Or what?

I know you can go a little bit longer.

You know I won't.

I love it when you beg.

I hate it when you beg.

I'm so bored by your begging.

Not until you're too weak to ask me to.

But I don't have anything better to do.

I wish I could.

Alright! See? All you had to do was ask nicely.

I'm not doing anything.

What, exactly?

Just once more, I promise!

Just once more, I promise! (🤞)

You're doing this to yourself.

You wanted this.

You want this.

You know you made me do this.

Are you ready to give me what I want, then?

I will once you give in.

What will you give me in return?

Why should I?

You know there is only one way to end this.

You know there is only one way this will end.

(Answers to "it hurts")

#whump #whump dialogue prompt #whump dialogue #whump prompt #whumblr #i had 2 ppl request a part two to the it hurts one #and i couldnt come up w enough stuff i liked #so here #have this instead #I wrote this all down yesterday when i was trying to fall asleep and i kept coming up w new things so i just kept unlocking my phone and #writing stuff down #i thought i had way less than last time but it's actually much more #granted i rly leaned into the differences just slight wording changes make #also i feel like half of these would do so much better with some sort of term of endearment stapled onto theme #them #so when reading them just imagine some of them with a darling or a sweetheart or a honey tacked onto them bc that's how i imgined them #also if these writing prompts end up on kinblr again and someone accuses me of forgetting safe words just know i'm gonna break into your #house and put mustard in your shoes

[moumouton4]

Angry Sex || Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 20 of the Smutember 2023 ( Hello as you can see I'm very late but school and my own health are keeping me away from writing as much as I'd want too. I'm so dizzy I had to come back from school today, though I still wanted / needed to write the end of this fic I started 5 days ago )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : angry sex, biting, growling, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1111

Despite what everyone may think, angry and rough sex wasn't really something he accustomed you with. In fact, Sanemi was quite the lever boy, always being sweet to you, as love making was for him a deep moment of intimacy in vulnerability. Though he was like everyone and sometimes things, even the more pointless, managed to get under his skin. And when he would get home let’s say that you better be off for the next few days, just saying.

Today wasn't like any other day. Your boyfriend, who usually didn’t have any problem getting the respect of his peers, got beaten up by a little boy. Some kind of newbie that came with his sister, a mucking demon. That he told you way after, in the morning the tension finally leaves his body. Because when he came home and you tried to ask him why his face was so bloody but he only wiped his face with the back of his hand and stared at you.

He looked pissed off but with something more adding to it. His pupils were dilated with something similar to lust but the anger was almost taking the upper hand.

“Sanemi are y-”

“Get over here” he growled to you, in a way that wasn't casually for him when he talked to you in the intimacy of your home.

You didn’t need anything more to be said. You walked towards him with a certain anticipation creeping in the back of your head. As soon  as you stepped closer enough he literally snatched you like some wild beasts, with his muscular arm tightly wrapped around your waist. His face was so close to you. You could feel his hot and ragged breath fanning against your lips. Suddenly you fell the ground disappear under your feet as he hoisted you on his shoulder.

You were so entranced by his action, as he made his way to your room at a determined pace, that you didn’t hear him the first time. So he repeated himself “‘T’s not going to be like usual” he mumbled once again.

This time you heard and snapped your head towards his, trying to look at his face.  But as you managed to finally catch a glimpse of his face he plumped you on the bed. From then, he didn’t waste any time in pouncing over to you to undress you. Of course he made sure you were consenting to continue. Once he himself undressed you couldn't tire your gaze away from his hardening member. Damn.

You still wondered how the fact of being angry could bring his body to react this way. You couldn't say though the thought of it and what you were seeing was enticing. He crawled on the bed, as he set himself between your legs. You could feel his hardness brush against your thigh. You could feel the heat emanating from his strong body.

Then you noticed that his gaze was drifting between your thigh, as if he was trying to gauge how aroused you were. He didn’t want you to hurt while he penetrated you even if he was in this state. He brought his fingers and gently stroked your clit as he pushed his hips forward to gauge the water. His swollen tip brushed against your slick folds, his mouth half opened as a growl escaped past his lips. You were so wet already and he just knew you were ready for him.

After a last quick glance at you, he let go of everything as he entered you with one quick thrust, bottoming out right away. That was now that he was going to let his emotions consume his every action. He almost immediately started pounding your tight warmth, your body suddenly pushed back into the soft mattress. Mattress he bought because well he was a bit worried to destroy your back in the fûton.

His calloused hands firmly held you in place as his hips worked deftly against yours to coax as much the pleasure out of you both. With a swift motion he grabbed your legs and threw them above his shoulders, his length plunging deeper and deeper with the new angle. If you were a moaning mess, he just couldn't help but groan loudly in your ear, as if trying to assess a certain domination. This day and unexpected encounter had a toll on his pride and he just wanted to make sure that he could still get the upper hand when he wanted to.

“S-Sanemi I-I’m going t-” you whimpered, barely able to talk because of the rapid pace he had set.

His head inched closer to the flesh of your shoulder as he spoke lowly “Give it all. Give me everything Y/n” and just like that his teeth sunk in your shoulder. There will definitely be a mark tomorrow. You moaned louder, your walls milking his cock just the way they should to push him over the edge. Each time he dragged his come out before slamming it back in, he could see it covered in your cream and gosh he was this close to pull out and go down on you if he wasn't at this close from painting your insides in white.

His rhythm got more assertive as he neared the edge. The pace got incredibly fast until he felt the knot in his stomach burst in a firework. His hips stuttered against yours, his mouth coming back to yours as if seeking comfort amongst everything that was happening. His balls tensed suddenly just before he started to fill you with his seed, marking as his once again. He clung to you as his body quivered like each time he had such an orgasm.

His hips, way more slowly now kept moving against yours as he emptied himself, until his softened length slided out of you by itself. Your breaths and tongues mingled in a heavy dance, between lust and exhaustion. After a moment he set his head against your breasts, aka the best pillow. His milky hair tickled your skin as he nuzzled against you, sighing contentedly. There he was, your post-orgasmic soft and cuddly Sanemi. His grip got looser as his fingers drew idly patterns on your skin.

“Thank you” he muttered, genuinely grateful for the intimacy you shared, even when he was like this.

“It was my pleasure” you breathed softly as your fingers combed through his hair, relaxing him even further “Whenever you’d like” you added, bringing a rare smile to his lips, as he nuzzled closer to you. He was so so so grateful to have you in his life and so did you.

#demon slayer #demon slayer imgine #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagine #kimetsu no yaiba smut #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa imagine #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi shinazugawa smut #sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #kny sanemi #kny sanemi smut #smut #smutember 2023 #miri-writes

[soulkeeper801]

Phone - Twice Sana

Requested: can i request sana x reader where she’s on tour and away from r. she misses her and calls. while on the call r notices sana go awfully quiet, only shallow breaths heard, and stops talking, then sana tells r to “keep talking”…

Sana x f!reader

Words 1.1k

Fluff, a little smut?

(A/N: this could be a second part to A Thing, if you wanna check that one out)

“It’s so unfair!” Sana whined at her phone screen when she saw you pouting. 

Even if you were in different time zones, she still managed to find the time to facetime you or at least call you to hear your voice. 

Only a few days after you officially got together, the group had to leave for their US tour for a couple of weeks which meant Sana couldn’t be all over you like she had been for the last few days. 

“I wanna kiss that pout away, baby,” she continued, looking at you with stars in her eyes. “I’m going to do everything in my power to bring you with us the next tours we have, it’s extremely necessary for us to have one of the choreographers on the road and it’s vital for me to have you by my side every night!”

You chuckled at her remark, “I would love to spend every night with you, love”.

Sana whined one more time, crossing her arms and pouting at your words. “I want you here,” she whispered, her heart feeling heavy due to the overwhelming feelings she had for you.

You sent her a flying kiss which she lovingly took and placed against her lips. 

“Sana-ssi, we’re leaving in five minutes!” a voice from outside of her hotel room shouted, gaining her attention for a second before focusing it back on you. 

“I gotta go,” she said with sadness in her voice. “Are you going to miss me?” a playful smile adorned her lips.

“Every minute, baby”.

“I’m going to call you before I go to bed, is that okay?” she asked, making sure she wasn’t being too clingy or interrupting any plans you might have.

“If you don’t call me I’m going to think you don’t love me anymore,” you warned, getting a blissful smile from her.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” she whispered, looking intently at your eyes through the screen before hanging up and leaving for the appointments scheduled for the day.

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“Hey baby,” you said into the phone as night had arrived for Sana and she was about to sleep. “No video this time?” you asked. 

The previous days, she couldn’t help but facetime you in order to see you before going to bed.

“Too tired to even hold the phone, love,” she answered, sounding exhausted. You heard the sheets ruffling on the other side as a sign that she was already on her bed and probably about to fall asleep.

“Your voice sounds like you need me there to cuddle you until you drift off,” you suggested, knowing she loved it when you told her what she wanted to hear.

“I do,” she answered in a low whine, “I swear I would have the best sleep of my life with you here in this giant bed”.

“A few more days, pretty girl,” you assured, “when you get here I promise I’m not going to let you go anywhere. I’ll show you how much I’m missing you these days, I miss your lips, your neck, your fingers interlocked in my hair,” your voice turned low as you felt yourself getting carried away.

“Mhm, babe…”

“I think these days have only proved how bad I needed you in my life. Since I met you, love, you’re all I can think about, your smile, your voice, the way you make me feel…”

A long sigh was heard on the other side of the line.

“I’m not lying when I say that you’ve brightened my life, whenever we're together, time seems to stand still, and it's just you and me, lost in our own little world”.

“Y/N…” Sana said in a low whisper.

“The more I get to know you, the more I realize how special you are. Your kindness, your intelligence, your incredible sense of humor—it all just draws me closer to you.”

Sana let out a tiny whimper.

“And now,” you said, overwhelmed by the immense love you feel for Sana, “I feel like I'm falling in love with you, deeply and completely. It's something I've never experienced before, and it scares me a little, but I'm also thrilled that it’s happening with you, with the most amazing girl I’ve ever met…”

You paused for a couple of seconds waiting for an answer from the other side of the line, yet were only met with the ruffling of the sheets and deep sighs.

“Sana, are you still awake?” you asked, a smile on your face thinking about how tired your girlfriend must be and how you took the chance to pour your heart out.

“Y/N…” she replied almost out of breath, her voice filled with a sultry tone and lower than it usually was, “please… keep talking…” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Sana? Are you okay?”

“Y-Y/N…” Sana whimpered, letting out a tiny cry.

A sound that made you understand what was happening on the other side of the line as your face turned completely red. Good thing Sana couldn’t see you or else she would never stop teasing you about it. But at the same time, it was a pity you couldn’t see your girlfriend touching herself to the mere sound of your voice.

“Sana…” you said one more time, this time putting an effort to sound exactly like Sana liked, “there’s nothing I need more right now than my lips traveling your body…”

She left out a low moan.

“My hands caressing your skin as I make my way to where I can worship you the most…”

Sana’s whimpers became more audible.

“I bet you’re really wet right now,” you whispered, gaining a cry from her. “It would be so easy for me to slip a finger in but we know it isn’t enough, right, love?”

“F-fuck, Y/N…”

“I want you to use two fingers as if they were mine,” you continued, “in and out, slowly, to the sound of my voice”.

Sana’s moans were getting higher as she followed your instructions.

“You sound lovely, baby,” you praised, “making those pretty noises for me”.

You knew she was out of breath by the way she was reacting.

“You would sound even lovelier coming for me, pretty thing”.

With a high pitched cry, you heard the sheets ruffling one more time as you imagined she was gripping them riding her orgasm out.

“Y/N, that was…” she started talking for the first time in several minutes. 

“Shh,” you replied, smiling widely, “you must be exhausted by now, baby”.

“I am,” she confessed. “I just wanted to say that all of the things you told me were so beautiful and it made me feel so loved”.

“I love you,” you assured her one more time.

“I love you more, Y/N. More than anything in this life and I can’t wait any longer to be back with you,” she whispered as her eyes slowly closed.

She fell asleep to the sound of your voice telling her how lucky you were for having her in your life.

#twice x f!reader #twice x reader #twice fluff #twice smut #sana x f!reader #sana x reader #sana fluff #sana smut #sana imgine #twice imagine #twice scenario #soulkeeper801

[damon-loves-pie]

Girls Talk Boys

"Girls Talk Boys."

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count: About 3,200 words

Warnings: 18+, Some ‘smut’ not much though kissing, talking about sex, some touching, but nothing too vivid. Talks of sexual relations, hidden relationships, sex toys implied. Henderson reader, and of course Eddie and Max never got hurt. 

ANOTHER WARNING: Max does imply asking about sex toys and how people are in bed just like most teenage girls I know, I know she’s young but going off how I was at 14/15 I was buying them already and experimenting with things like that. She DOES NOT DO anything sexual, she just teases Nancy and the reader and asks about their sex life. But if it’s going to bother you I ask you please to not read it, or hate on it since again I am writing based on how I have experienced life.

Summary: After defeating Vecna the party has made it mandatory to have dedicated hang out days. It is boys/girls night at Steve and El/the byers. Eddie and the older Henderson Sister have a secret relationship while people ask why they aren’t together. 

Author’s note: Hello everyone! I am back with another story! I feel great to have been able to write not one, but two stories! Especially after not having had motivation to do anything in months. I had gotten inspiration for this actually weeks ago but just couldn’t find a way to put it in words. I was driving and girls talk boys by 5sos came on off my playlist and it got me thinking. And yes I did listen to the song 10 million times while writing this. It is 3 AM where I am, so I have not proofread and don’t want to wait to post because I was excited about this. I hope you all enjoy! 

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Summer of '86 was unlike any summer before. It felt like there was more pressure to make it as normal as possible for all of us, especially after what we've been through the last couple of years. We all realized after the final battle against Vecna we were bonded for life and needed to make sure we took care of each other.

Which is why that March after the government somehow cleared Eddie's name, we started having dedicated nights for the party outside of our usual hangouts. The second Saturday had became movie/game night for everyone. While the 4th Saturday of the month was dedicated to boys/girls night.  

It was something that was all agreed upon. We would switch out homes, parents fully understanding the need of it. (Well besides Mr. Wheeler of course, but Mrs. Wheeler is quick to put him in his place.) Though it seems the usual hosts tend to be Steve and El/Byers. Steve's parents still don't seem to care to be home and Joyce somehow convinces Hopper we're all grown enough to be alone and that if anything were to happen, it would somehow happen even with them there by reminding him of high school.

All the parents knew of everything though. After the upside down broke through to the real world, there wasn't anyway of hiding what we all had been dealing with the last couple of years. Steve's parents just wanted to make sure their house was okay, while the Sinclair's were pissed to find out both of their children had put themselves into dangerous situations.

Dustin and I's mom wasn't happy with us, after having lost our father she didn't want to experience the loss of someone else important to her. (We didn't have the heart to tell her what happened to Mews though, that will forever be a secret.) Max's mom couldn't believe she had moved her daughter to a place more dangerous than California, when she moved here in hopes of keeping her safe.

Mrs. Wheeler and Mr. Wheeler didn't have a lot to say, Mr. Wheeler still doesn't believe that we've spent the last couple years actually fighting these things. He claimed we all had great imaginations, while Mrs. Wheeler was in shock but made us promise to tell her and the other parents if anything were to ever happen again.

Wayne didn't care about the upside down, or the monsters. He was just happy his boy was safe, and had gotten cleared of all chargers. He claimed to have known the government was hiding more than the masses were being told of. Said if they had just been honest, maybe none of this would of ever happen.

I don't really know what happen with Argyle’s parents, to be honest I'm not even sure if they know, with him being 18 when the events happened. Robin's parents at first wanted to move her away, to shelter her from all of this. She was supposed to be focused on graduating and band, not getting involved in this mess. But she convinced them to stay since she was already 18 and an adult, plus since she only had a few months till graduation.

Which talking about graduation; Nancy, Robin, and Eddie managed to graduate. Nancy and Robin were a given but Eddie got through with a loophole. After the 'earthquake' ruined half the town, they wanted to push out all of the students to make room for those who needed shelter. So basically everyone got passed for the remainder of the year.

But the weirdest thing to have happened since Vecna is Eddie and I. After Eddie almost got killed in the Upside Down, I couldn't keep my feelings a secret anymore. Little did I know before speaking out to him about it that night in my house, he himself was preparing to tell me how he felt.

Both of us couldn't imagine having not told each other how we felt and didn't want to risk another moment. That night lead to where I am today, pinned under Edward Munson as he begs me to skip girl's night.

It was June 28th, 1986. The last Saturday of the month and instead of getting prepared for going to El's, I was listening to Eddie's excuses.

"Come on sweetheart, do we really have to go tonight?" He teases against my neck, lips loosely moving against my skin while he leaves small, sweet kisses. The air was thick and heavy as he held me beneath him, letting his rough hands hold my hips in place while his lips explored my body.

My body ached with desire at the thought of staying in the sheets with Eddie. With my hands running beneath his shirt, nails lightly scratching into his back as he bites my earlobe slightly, causing me to gasp softy.

"No," I moan lightly, his tongue swirling around my collarbone before he bites the sensitive skin. "B-But, I think it would make everyone question where both of us were." I stutter, feeling his hands roam up underneath my shirt onto my stomach, shivering from the touch.

"We can just say we forgot," He breathes, continuing to work on my body. His lips trailing kisses up my neck to my lips, connecting his with mine. My brain fogged as his tongue traced my bottom lip before entering my mouth. Moaning into the kiss, I roll my tongue against Eddie’s, his hands moving to feel under my breast, cupping them slightly.

Part of me wanted to say fuck the others and stay right here melting beneath his touch. But I can't, we can't. Pulling away, I set my forehead against his. Both of us breathing heavy as we look into each other's eyes.

"Eddie, till we tell everyone, we can't risk anyone asking anymore questions than they already do." I tell him, feeling my chest move up and down heavily. Eddie nods slightly, understanding.

We both had wanted to keep it a secret because we hadn't wanted to give our friends another big change to deal with. We felt like it wasn't fair to them especially after everything that had happened, given we didn't expect to keep it a secret for so long. But the town was finally getting back to normal.

"We don't have to sneak around much longer, I promise." I smiled at him, pushing back his hair out of his face.

"I know, (Y/N). The town has almost everything rebuilt and people are finally starting to move back into their homes." He nods, leaning over to grab a cigarette off the nightstand. I watch as he sits up, lighting it before leaning against the wall of his bed.

Wayne and him had gotten a good amount of hush money from the 'misunderstanding' and bought a nice little house for the two of them here in Hawkins. People were fleeing after having realized Hawkins was more 'cursed' than they thought. But that meant that Wayne finally had his own room ever since having taken Eddie in when he was a boy. I hated how it had to of happened, but I was happy they were able to make the best of things.

I smiled at him as he offered the cigarette to me, taking it between my fingers. Bringing the cigarette to my lips, I inhaled deeply picturing the reactions of everyone once they knew.

"Do you think they would find it weird? Even though they keep asking why we aren't together yet?" I look at him, watching his eyebrow furrow as he takes the cigarette back between his fingers.

"Why would they find it weird?" He asks, blowing smoke out of his lips. Shrugging, I blush slightly.

"Because it actually happened? And maybe they will find it weird because they didn't expect it to." I tell him nervously.

"Do you think dating me is weird?" Eddie teases, passing the cigarette back to me.

"No," I laugh as the smoke bursts out of my mouth.

"Well then they shouldn't think any different." Eddie reassures me placing his hand on my knee, giving it a light squeeze before handing me the cigarette with his other hand.

"It's just this will be big news to them, especially Dustin. He looks up to you so much." I sigh, putting the cigarette out in his ashtray.

"I know sweetheart, but I don't think them knowing would change anything, hell like we said they keep asking both of us when it's going to happen." He reminds me, drawing circles on my knee with his finger lightly.  Eddie chuckles, causing me to smile I turn towards him.

"What?" I laugh lightly.

He smiles slightly, shaking his head.

"It's just you've never actually told me what the girls say to you." Eddie tells me, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I felt my face redden as he looked at me, knowing there was a reason I never told him about what goes down at girl's night. It's the same reason I try to not pry about boy's night.

Pulling my hands to my face, I feel a nervous laugh escape my lips.

"They just ask the normal things. Like what I think of you, if would I date you," I tell him, as my voice trails off " or If  I would uh um sleep with you." I mumble, hoping he didn't hear the last part.

But unfortunately Eddie did, causing a grin to spread across his face, brown eyes shinning.

"Oh and what do you say? Would you sleep with the freak?" He teases.

"Wouldn't you wish to know." I laugh, shoving my shoulder against his.

"Well I tell the guys I think the world of you." Eddie smiles knowingly, connecting my hand with his.

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Girls night has been a on full spring, El and Max shoving Chinese takeout into my hands as soon as I walked through the door. We watched some movies we all brought since we couldn't check out movies from Family Video after it had been destroyed. We also painted our nails, and even convinced El to let me pierce her ears after watching Grease.

It had been a fun night so far. Which is why at 1 am when we ended up laying around the living room, I knew it was far from over as our monthly talk was executed.

As always Max started the conversation, turning towards Nancy.

"Okay, so Nancy we need to know. How is it with Jonathan being back?" Max asks innocently, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth, watching as Nancy smiles. "Leaving your bedside drawer alone now?" Max continues, getting straight to business as Nancy's eyes widen while her face goes red.

I laugh, as Nancy gasped.

"Max," She laughed nervously, tossing some popcorn at her. Giggling, Max puts her hands up in defense.

"Hey, were were all thinking it." Max shrugs as Robin chuckles at the sight.

"You still didn't answer her question Wheeler." Robin smirks making Nancy glow more as she pushes her hair off her shoulder nervously.

"It's uh- um been nice." Nancy admits, "And yes, I've-um been leaving my bedside drawer alone more often now." She said sheepishly, bringing her hands to her face as we all erupted in a howl to her response.

Still giggling Max turns towards me, still wanting to start off tonight's talk headstrong. I raise my eyebrow at her in challenge as she grins in acceptance.

"Now enough about Nancy, how about you (Y/N). Have you found someone to take place of the box in your closet?" She questions, making all the girls turn towards me.  I shake my head, popping a few M&Ms into my mouth.

"I think you need to stop snooping through our rooms and take a look under your boyfriend's bed." I laugh, leaning back into the couch.

"Erica has said some things." I tell her as she shakes her head in disgust.

"Uh gross, I don't care to know what boys look at. They go feral over a piece of bread." Max shudders. Making us all snicker at her sudden repulsion.

"But let's be real, has anyone caught your eye yet?" Robin continues for Max, making eye contact with me. As I shake my head, shrugging.

"I'm just not looking to get into a new relationship." I admit, telling partially the truth. El furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Don't you want to be happy?" El asks, making me shake my head at what this poor girl has been taught.

"You don't need someone to be happy, and my box in my closet takes care of me very well." I tell them, pointing at the other three. They all share a glance before Nancy turns back towards me.

"You know who I think would be okay with your box?" Nancy says, making me hum in response as she gains confidence.

"Eddie." She smirks as Robin claps in excitement.

"Oh yes defiantly! Remember when we were in his room and saw the handcuffs on his wall!" Robin reminds Nancy. Causing Max to smile in response.

"He defiantly is a freak for reasons people don't know." Max nods as the older girls nod in agreement. Poor El looked confused, not understanding how far sex can actually go.

"Why would he have handcuffs in his room? He's not a police officer." El asks, causing all of us to laugh nervously.

"That's a conversation for another day honey." I tell her as she nods, understanding I'll explain it to her a different day. I was trying to not let my face redden at the conversation at hand, because I had defiantly used those handcuffs on multiple occasions; on me and Eddie.

"I still haven't heard a no, have you ladies?" Robin raises a eyebrow, glancing at the girls.

"I have not either Robin." Nancy agrees as all their eyes go back on me causing me to laugh lightly.

"Eddie is just a friend." I lie causing all of them to roll their eyes.

"So was Jonathan." Nancy states.

"And so was Lucas." Max reminds, making me feel defensive.

"That doesn't mean me and Eddie are going to become anything." I point out.

"But he likes you." El states, not understanding why we wouldn't date each other.

"What?" I choke on my drink, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"He likes you, I can tell." She tells me.

"He most defiantly likes you." Nancy agrees.

"And you like him too." El points out.

"I don't think you guys know what you're seeing." I roll my eyes, throat starting to tighten under the pressure of the girls.

"(Y/N) will you please just admit you're into him." Robin begs. As Max fights herself on sharing a piece of information, before deciding to share it with the room.

"You're over there almost every night for some reason." Max speaks up.

"You pay attention to when I'm over there?" I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie's home hadn't been the only one available in the neighborhood he moved to, just like his trailer wasn't the only one to get ruined. Max once again had became his neighbor as her mom had to find a new place to live.

"Funny enough the nights you aren't there, Eddie doesn't seem to be home either." Max smirks, knowing she connected the dots a few months ago as the girls soak up the information.

Nancy's face lights up as she realizes what she just heard.

"OH MY GOD." She says sitting up, slamming her hands on the floor.

"OH MY GOD!" She squeals, "You two are already dating!" She points at me as my face turns red, not knowing how I could get out of this.

Everyone jumps up slightly at my face turning red. Sighing, I pick up a Twizzler.

"You can't tell anyone." I point it at them as they scream. After everyone calms down Max leans forward.

"So does he really live up to the freak title?" Max asks, causing a laugh to escape my lips.

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Eddie's P.O.V

Instead of being in bed with (Y/N), I'm stuck here listening to Dustin give Steve Harrington love advice. Not that I don't find it amusing that King Steve is now needing a 15 year old to tell him what to do to find a girlfriend.

"I'm telling you that you need to find your Suzie dude." Dustin tells Steve while all of us guys lay in different parts of the living room. Steve looked annoyed with the young boy, wondering why he always felt the need to help him.

"How come you don't bug Eddie on finding his Suzie." Steve says defensively, wanting not to the the topic of conversation.

Curiously I glanced at Dustin, wondering why I haven't heard him bug me on finding someone for a few months actually.

Anyone could tell that Steve's words had taken Dustin aback especially by the way Dustin goes to speak and then pauses for a second when he realized all the eyes were on him. Putting his hands up in defense he goes to speak.

"Okay it's not my place, but I think Eddie has already found his Suzie." Dustin tells us, making my throat turn dry.

"What do you mean?" I ask, rubbing my neck slightly. Dustin turns to me, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, I hear you sneak into my sister's room every other night." Dustin reveals, causing everyone to gasp. "My mom might be deaf but I'm not, and those walls are thin." He tells me.

"Hell yeah man, you found the girl of you dreams. Good for you dude." Argyle smiles, lifting a his drink at me in cheers. While I nod, before turning to Dustin.

"Dustin I don't know who you're hearing but it's not me." I shrug, trying to keep my cool as the boy rolls his eyes.

"How many other people roll up listening to heavy metal? Plus you park right down my alley." He tells me. "Also, I'm not stupid." The younger brother reminds me.

"I park down your alley at midnight, why are you out at midnight?" I question him, leaning towards him.  

"Why are you down my alley if you're not dating my sister?" He challenges, leaning forward as well.

"Hold up, hold up. You're telling me Munson here is screwing Henderson?" Steve asks. "How the hell did that happen?" Causing a chuckle to escape my lips, I always knew he had a thing for her, it's probably why he was nice to Dustin in the first place.

I watch as Dustin physically gags.

"Ew dude, don't say that. She's still my sister." He shakes in disgust.

"Well it sounds like you've been listening to it for a few months." I laugh, pulling my beer up to my lips.

"They make Walkman's for a reason." Dustin shivers.

While everyone else caught onto the words that just left my mouth.  

"Months?" Mike and Lucas's eye's widen.

"Months," I nod.

"Now that's not fair, I thought she was off limits." Steve shakes his head in annoyance.

"She was supposed to be, but it looks like someone didn't listen." Dustin eyes me, causing a chuckle to escape my lips.

"Okay, to end on a serious note. I am going to need you guys to not say anything because your sister will kill me if she knew I told." I explain to them.

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Thank you!

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Runaway — Farmworld! Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summary: reader finds themself being pulled towards Finn like a magnet, but their advances seem unwanted and they flee in guilt. wanting to leave, they find themself in Prismo's cube.

tw: no vocal consent for a kiss, angst

a/n: this one may be triggering as the reader doesn't ask for consent to kiss, so skip this one if you aren't willing to read that (they don't force themself or anything, but always ask for consent before doing anything!!!!)

wc: 0.6k

Chapter Four

Master List | Chapter One

The sound of crackling fire was the only thing you could hear. The warm orange glow bathing the room in a soft gentle lighting. A cozy warmth overtook me, as the company I held was warm as well. It was late at night, Finn and I sitting together in front of the furnace. A ritual that seemed to have formed during my stay. 

The longer I stayed here, the more I questioned the entire situation. The thought of staying grew every day. Each day, the less I thought of home, and I grew to doubt that Prismo even knew my whereabouts. It’s gotten to the point where I wouldn’t care if that was the truth. I felt at home, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I looked over to Finn from the corner of my eye. The orange glow hit his face so beautifully. His hat was nowhere to be seen, his blonde hair exposed. I knew that he was showing a more vulnerable side to him, as his hair was streaked with white highlights. I wasn’t told much, but with his aversion to the crown and the further evidence of white streaking his hair, I could only assume in this universe, he had worn the crown. Even Simon couldn’t escape his crown wearing self, as his hair also had a white streak in it. A constant reminder of the past. 

Finn met my gaze and I felt my blood pump faster. Neither of us backed down, and stared at the other with a sense of adoration. I didn’t even notice when our faces drew nearer, breaths mingling together. The crackling of the fire seemed to go louder, all my senses trying to focus on something to ground myself. I searched his eyes, no uncertainty to be found. 

I carefully placed my lips on top of his. They weren’t the softest, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Except for the fact that he was reciprocating. 

I pulled back, nearly falling to the floor due to the force. My heart beat faster, this time with fear instead of enamor. My entire body felt like it was on fire, my skin felt like it was crawling. Oh glob did I actually do that?

“I-i’m so sorry,” I said desperately, unable to meet his eyes. “I-I should’ve asked first and…glob I’m so sorry.” 

I stumbled back, nearly knocking into the kitchen table before running out the door, missing the fact that he reached his hand out to try and stop me from leaving. I ignored the chill of the outside air as I took to the sky, flying over the forest and away from the house. I wasn’t sure where I was going, only thinking about the weight I currently felt on my chest, and the tears that threatened to fall out of my eyes. When I felt far enough from the house, I descended into the forest, sitting under a tree. I rubbed my arms, trying to warm myself up.

I felt like a monster. How could I have done that? I thought I was better than that. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tugged at my hair, wanting to forget everything. A few tears fell before I stood up. I need to make a campfire, get my mind off of what happened until I can think more clearly. Gathering some big and small branches, I managed to get a decent sized fire going. I stared blankly into the flames, heart clenching at how just a few hours ago the situation was vastly different. Once the fire dwindled, I decided to lay down, wrapping my wings around myself like a blanket. Closing my eyes, I wished I could be anywhere but here. And like that, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

That was until my surroundings became a blinding white. And suddenly, I was in that familiar yellow cube, with a pink figure smiling sheepishly at me.

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♡ ─ bf!stray kids texts after an argument

warning(s): swears are said, mentions of not eating when upset in Felix's, kind of open ended on Felix's about whether they make up or not (sorry, but not really :) ), angsty, mentions of fighting, snapping, saying harsh words (though never detailed), lmk if I missed anything please!

request: hello! I love your texts. I was wondering if you could do a stray kids reaction text to after a argument with their s/o?? thank you so much and for all your work!

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Loki S2 E1 spoilers without context~

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each of your fingers like rays of the sun leona kingscholar x reader

summary: in which you like to hold and to be held by leona's hand, a lot (not like he's not in the same boat)

tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff/romance, established relationship, 4k+ words, not beta read

author’s note (see end notes for more): The fourth fic to my five senses series

you can also read this on AO3

I.

The day was concluding and yet the date was merely reaching its beginning, Leona rising with the setting sun. 

He had slept the afternoon away, not having anything urgent to do, not when his calculations dictated he still had some absences left before it would become a real problem. As for his location, he had taken to sleeping in his room as opposed to his other favored locations—only a strategic choice, chosen based on the demands you had made of him earlier.

His choice was correct, as expected, for now there was no need to leave his room to find you and no need for you to do the same, not when you strolled into his room, as you have many times before (but not as of late, to his disdain). It was as though his becoming yours meant not only his heart but his room would become yours as well.

He would be a hypocrite to complain about such a thing, but he cared too little for becoming a good person now.

“Don’t make so much noise,” he complained half-heartedly, not bothering to pretend that he had not just woken up. He was sure you could tell anyway, your stifled laughter as you watched him yawn, your own attempts at scritching the back of his neck and ears. With his good mood, he supposed he would allow it. 

“Looks like you’ve already set it up,” you said, glancing at his desk, the table turned to face his bed, and with misfortune you took to sitting on the chair than with him on the bed. “Should I play white or black?”

“White is already facing you,” and for a few other reasons he would rather not tell you, things you really had no need to know, “so you should just play that.”

“Okay,” and although you haven't started the game yet, your fingers hover over the chessmen, stopping over a particular pawn that Leona thinks you intend to move first.

“I’m surprised you even want to play chess,” Leona said, finally sitting up properly to face his side of the board, “I didn’t think you knew how to play… Do you know how to play?”

It’s nothing against you; he would have accepted your offer to play with him even if you didn’t, but it surprises him (pleasantly) that you might. Sure, he’s seen you watch him go against his dorm members, but other than that he wasn’t really sure if it was because you were interested in the game or if it was because you were interested in him.

“I watched a bunch of videos!” you said, defending yourself, “I’m not going to be a grandmaster anytime soon, but I know what the chess pieces and pawns are and what they do and, you know, enough basics to play.”

Leona grins at the distinction. Look at you, doing your research—you might actually stand a chance against him.

“Then I don’t have to go easy on you,” he replied, before adding a little lie, “not that I had any intention of doing so in the first place.”

Your opening move is standard. You don’t do something stupid or overly advanced by moving the pawns at the edges of the row, even though he would have liked to see a strategy involving either or. You go for a popular but beginner-friendly opening: the Queen’s Pawn to d4. It’s aggressive in a sense, a way to dissuade him from moving the king’s or queen’s pawn for his opening… or perhaps you wanted him to take the risk. 

He looked up to meet your eyes, and he didn’t have to look any further down to know that you were smiling. 

Cute, but it’s really too bad that he has no intentions of falling for your bait.

“Knight to your f6,” he mumbled, more for you to hear than himself. Leona’s not particularly chatty when playing, most people don’t have the capacity to do so when they’re too busy thinking five moves ahead, but he doesn’t want you to be too tense. If you wanted to talk about, well, anything really, you should do it. This was a date after all, impromptu it may be, not a competition.

“I wanted you to move–”

“Yeah, and that’s exactly why I didn’t move there,” Leona said with a drawl, watching the tips of your fingers touch each and every pawn, clearly contemplating what to move next. Usually you had to move whichever piece or pawn you touched first and with anyone else he might have used the rule to his advantage, but he instead waits for you to decide patiently. 

If the consequence was having a game run slower than normal, was it really a consequence at all if it meant you stuck around a little longer?

“Pawn to… c4?”

“You don’t have to say it out loud,” Leona informed you, “but that’s a good move.”

Because it was a good move—probably your original plan anyway, if he had made the move you wanted him to. Regardless, you were able to strengthen your control of the center.

You smile at the praise and Leona tries not to smile back, distracting himself by moving a pawn to g6, right beside the knight.

Your next few moves don’t matter too much in the grand scheme of things—all he needs is to fianchetto his bishop, something you can’t really stop no matter what you do—but he does think it’s amusing that you end up mirroring his moves, clearly unsure of how to move when he’s too focused on defending than attacking you at the moment.

With two squares cleared out, he moves the rook and the king.

“I don’t think you’d cheat in chess, so what even was that?” you asked.

“Huh. Looks like you haven’t made it to the video about castling yet,” Leona quipped, but before you could complain he stood up, making his way to stand behind you. He doesn’t think he makes for a very good teacher, more of an instructor than anything, but he’ll try… only because you’re expecting him to, clearly wanting to replicate whatever it was he did.

“I’m sure you know that the most important piece in the game is the king.” With his index, he pointed to White’s king, and with his remaining fingers, he temporarily set aside the bishop to its right. “I’m sure you saw how I purposefully cleared these two squares—it’s because you need this particular rook for this.”

Without talking about it, the both of you quickly look around, not bothering to hide your sighs of relief when a chess piece named man fails to appear before your eyes. 

“Because the king is the most important piece, it has to be well protected, defended. That’s where the rook comes in—a rook is basically a castle, which is what the move is called, so the king is pretty much hiding behind a bunch of walls to defend itself.

“When you make sure the king is defended throughout the game, the less chances of it falling into any traps or getting cornered… or you’ll at least have other pieces in convenient positions to attack if needed.”

“Castle to protect the king,” you muttered to yourself, sliding the two pieces together, “like this?”

“No.” Placing a hand over yours—the hand holding onto your king—he nudges the rook out of the way, effectively swapping their positions. “Like this. They don’t just move to the right and left, they have to swap as well.”

Leona hadn’t thought much of his clasping your hand—he’s not shy with giving you the physical attention  you want—but your words thereafter do affect him, a fluster that takes him a little longer than usual to push down.

“I get it now! Thanks to you, my king definitely won’t fall too fast now,” and then, for extra measure, you let out a laugh. It’s hyena-like and Leona wonders if he’s left you alone with Ruggie one too many times, if his assistant’s been telling you one too many things.

He lets go of your hand with a click of his tongue, returning your pieces to their old positions. Here he is, teaching you how to play better so you could increase your chances of winning against him, but here you are making a joke out of him.

Still, he huffs in amusement when you move the bishop, then the rook, and then the pads of your fingers meet the king once again.

II

Sometimes Leona thinks he indulges you a bit too much—well, it’s less think and more know, but since he can’t be any more self-aware than he already is, he mostly just lets you do as you please.

That was how it was before you started dating, after all—him hardly reciprocating your actions, teasing retorts at most as his heart banged against his chest and hurt his ears. You and all your neon signs pointing that yes, you were attracted to him, and him finally having enough of you embarrassing yourself (and him), leading to him deciding that if you were going to keep that up without saying anything, then you wouldn’t have any objections if he asked you out himself. He remembers more than just your happiness—he remembers the pride you could barely contain at having him do the asking, as if it was an achievement.

Still, you can’t just expect to get away with everything. You should’ve recognized the inevitability of him biting back; he would argue that you preferred when he did. It wasn’t just that you thought it was fun when he did do so, the lazy lion getting up to do something, but more so you liked the idea that he could actually take initiative to do something for himself as opposed to simply having it handed to him.

These days, it’s you making yourself into his personal alarm clock. 

Leona’s quit skipping every class he could. He’s not against graduating, believe it or not, and it definitely helps that he genuinely wants to see the Afterglow Savannah improve and that taking up an internship is a prime opportunity to start getting work done. It also helps that he has someone (sometwo if you count Ruggie, but he’s not very effective so he chooses not to)  constantly pushing him to attend his classes.

Still, he’d prefer to not go to each and every one. Some classes, in his opinion, are just downright repetitive, if not pointless, things he already knows being taught to him again. Skipping those seemed valid to him, but it seemed it was not to you.

“Come on, kitty,” you kept his hand in a tight grip, dragging him along the hallway. It was empty considering everybody was already in class, and while it would have embarrassed most people, Leona was just glad nobody would be present to eavesdrop. “You’re late to class.”

“We’re late to class,” Leona countered, “did you forget that you have class, too? On an entirely different building?”

“Okay, whose fault is that?” you huffed, “You’re the one who kept me asleep!”

“But you were sleeping so soundly, weren’t you? What kind of guy would I be if I were to wake my partner up?”

“You would be a gentleman who saved my attendance record, that’s what. Professor Crewel is gonna kill me one of these days,” you muttered to yourself, “or Professor Trein, or maybe even the headmaster himself.”

“You’re exaggerating,” he said with a shred of a laugh, “it’s not like they don’t know I’m to blame.”

You stopped in your tracks to look at him. 

“No way is our relationship so widespread that the faculty knows about it.”

“Even my family knows, so obviously the faculty does, too. Just because they’re adults doesn’t mean they’re above gossiping,” Leona said, grumbling as though sorely disappointed with the older generation, “not even Trein. He’s a history professor, which means he’s just better at separating fact from fiction.”

“And the facts are?”

Leona snorted, lifting your enclosed hands and waving them around. “The facts are clear as day. I wouldn’t just be allowing you to hold my hand willy-nilly like this if there wasn’t anything between us, much less allow myself to be dragged to class like this when I could be taking a perfectly good nap.”

“Go take a nap in class, then,” you retorted, “the important thing is that you attend, not that you pay attention.”

“Huh, wonder who taught you to be such a bad influence?” he asked, trailing off the end of his rhetorical question with  yawn. “Well, if you’re gonna be a bad influence, what’s stopping you from going all the way with it?”

“What are you planning?”

“I was just thinking that I felt bad for always making you late to your classes,” he drawled. His classroom was a few steps away, but with you having relinquished most of the pressure on his hand, he decided it was his turn to take control of which path to take; that path was away from the main building and heading towards one of his favorite areas on campus—the botanical gardens. “Not only should I bring you there, but I should apologize to Professor Crewel for taking up so much of a precious student’s time.”

“Do you have a death wish? My classmates will never let me hear the end of it!” you whined, “If you want to sleep in the greenhouse, you should have just said so. Don’t drag me into it.”

You could protest a little more if you wanted, make him stop his tracks and leave you to walk back on your own, but you simply complained about how unfair he was being. Leona thinks it has to do with his hands—well, hand—still intertwined with yours, the fact that he’s the one doing the holding this time around. Perhaps you’re letting it happen so you can spend a little more time with him. He’s the same, after all, the reason he’s awake and doing this much.

“Then let’s take a nap in the greenhouse next time. That way, you’ll be able to wake up for your class in time. You’ll even have the professor serve as your alarm clock,” he chuckled, even as you threatened to leave him behind. He knows you won’t, because your grip is just as tight despite it, only loosening—with hesitance, a fact that makes his heart swell just the smallest bit—when no more detours can be done.

“I’ll see you later.” 

Leona shook his head. 

“No, I’ll pick you up.”

Leona’s never seen himself as a particularly domestic partner, but you smile at him and he thinks he might have to do this walking you to class thing more often. He can lose a few minutes of sleep for that.

III

“I learned something recently,” you began, “about palm reading, and finger lengths, and all of that. From Cater.”

“Yeah?” Leona asked, indulging you. “Show me.”

He knew where this was going, having recognized a pattern in your behavior as of late. He was not opposed to it—he’s an enabler of most of your antics, admittedly—but he does want to see what kind of tactic you’d initiate this time.

“Apparently our hands hold meanings too.” He’s still resting his head on your lap without any intention of leaving, but he adjusted his arms so you could take hold of his hands more easily. “I don’t know if I believe it entirely, but considering we use them so often throughout our life,  I guess it makes sense… Also, it just seemed fun to learn about.”

One of your fingers went to trace the sides of his, moving along the tips and gaps in between. “For example, if your index finger is longer than your ring finger, you’re probably a confident, natural leader. Someone calculative and analytical. A risk taker, someone who prefers others to take the initiative but happily takes the spoils, and–”

“Are you sure you talked to Cater and you’re not just making this up?” he accused half-heartedly, “Maybe you’re cherry-picking things you’ll think suit me.”

“–and someone who likes their solitude, dislikes it when their time alone is disturbed.”

“Never mind. It doesn’t fit me after all,” claimed Leona, “I allow you to interrupt my alone time all the time.”

“Hello? Like you don’t enjoy my presence. I’m joining it, not interrupting it,” you argued back, “in any case, let’s say the ring is the longer one of the two.”

Your finger stilled against the aforementioned finger, before tracing an imaginary ring around the digit. 

“It’s said that people with longer ring fingers are seen as more… ugh,” you sighed, as though reluctant to admit something, “ , they’re more attractive.”

“Oh?” He grinned, looking away from your hands to stare right at your face. You wouldn’t look at him properly, so he tugged at your fingers to catch your attention. “So I’m attractive? More attractive than most people you’ve seen?”

“Charming too, clearly,” you sighed as you rolled your eyes, though Leona noticed that it was not exactly a no, “which is another trait of people with longer ring fingers… I guess both descriptions work out for you, so it doesn’t actually matter which one has a few extra centimeters.”

“What about the palm lines then?” he asked, “Fortune telling isn’t really my style, the idea of placing all my bets on some kind of  fate ain’t really all that appealing to me, but I’ll hear you out.”

“Oh, um…” You grasp a hand, and then two, and just… stare at them, following the lines with your fingertips. “I already forgot.”

“Heh, you forgot? Really, if you wanted to hold my hand that bad you could just ask, it’s not like I’d ever say no to you,” Leona teased, baring his teeth as he grinned. “Have I ever said no to you?”

“No?” you answered, “I mean, that’s not why…! Okay, I really did want to try reading your palms, but Cater and I only talked for maybe twenty minutes max? I only remember, like,  the heart line.”

“Then read that. What’s the issue?”

You went silent, suddenly shutting your mouth. If it was anyone else, Leona would have thought they were embarrassed—it was something to do with romance after all and, well, that was a topic that flustered many. However, because it was you, it was difficult to say it was because you would feel embarrassment—you do lots of embarrassing things around him, after all. The truth behind your hesitation was…

“Well,” you began, fingers pointing to the long line stretched across his hand, “this is your love line. Based on the length, it would mean… Leona?”

You trailed off as Leona shut his palm, trapping your finger within the warmth of his hand. 

“I don’t need to hear it after all. I already know the answer, anyway.”

IV

Leona thinks (knows) he spoils you, but he thinks you spoil him just as much, to the point that he finds himself wondering if his existence is enough to warrant such treatment. After all, days like today he knows he hasn’t done anything particularly nice or special, and yet it feels as though he has with the way you hold onto him (or the way he allows himself to be held instead of holding).

“Give me your hand.” These days you don’t ask (though you still play tricks to retrieve your treat). What you do more often is demand, demand in the way royals like him do, because you know you can do so with him by your side, with him.

“Going to read my palms again?” he joked, already handing his hands over as an offering.

“Maybe some other time,” you said, “I was just thinking… your hands are kind of rough, aren’t they?”

“If I were a typical prince, I would’ve been offended,” he commented. Sure, he kept himself groomed—he’s still a part of a royal family, lowly a member as he is, so personality aside he’d rather not have people point out anything off with his looks too—but things such as keeping his hands moisturized just weren’t in his list of priorities.

“I don’t mind it like this.” He hadn’t asked, but he did wonder. Perhaps you knew that. “I wouldn’t have minded one way or the other, but I do like the roughness. It… suits you, I guess?”

Leona laughed, “Because I’m not a gentle person, huh?”

“Because it shows me that you’re someone who’s always worked hard,” you explained, “no matter what anyone says, I think this much is proof that the person you are now isn’t just because you were lucky to be born like that. Lazy and effort-averse as you may be at times, things like this prove that you, too, worked hard to achieve the strength and intelligence you have.”

He really doesn’t think he’s done anything to deserve the way you treat him, and it’s on days like today that he remembers what he loves most about you. It’s not just that you’re fun, that you’re amusing, that you’re cute—it’s because you are one of the few who can see past his pride and his arrogance, his imperious attitude; it’s because you care for him so easily in the ways he finds himself too prideful to imitate, fumbling the words spoken by his heart.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, terribly enamored of the way you bring your lips up to the knuckles of his fist. Those hands are not clean, have been used in fights for better or for worse, hands capable of destruction with some few choice chants, yet you kiss them as though they were innocent. “Seriously.”

“Of course, my prince.” You laughed even as his fingers stretched to cover your mouth, and like the sun peeking from the clouds your grin remained present and bright.

V

“Just two moves…” you muttered to yourself, “I can’t believe I fell for that! Or, you know, did that, since it was my fault. I literally read about this pattern on some chess website.”

“That’s what you get for experimenting without care,” Leona said, shaking his head as he returned the pawns and queen back to their positions. “Never thought I’d see someone use f3 as a first move, easily the worst opening you could do, followed by g4 which is the worst follow-up you could do. Guess there’s really a first time for everything—I finally got to play a Fool’s Mate against someone for once.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m glad you had your fun,” you grumbled. Malice wasn’t present, but he could tell you did want to win at least one match this time around. Maybe he would help out with that, though not without seeing what you could do, first.

“Then try some other opening or pattern,” he told you, “looks like you actually know more this time around.”

“Of course I did. I didn’t want to look foo–okay, never mind.” You grabbed hold of a pawn, twirling it around between your fingers. “Let’s go again.”

“Think you’re going to win this time?” he asked. It had come off as a tease, a way to rile you up, but the reality was that he was genuinely curious if you had a strategy you wanted to try and pull off.

“Maybe. Just indulge me this time, okay?”

Then you move the pawn in front of the king two squares forward. King’s Pawn Opening. Not bad, especially since you could control the center if you choose your moves right. It’s the next move, however, the one you pull right after he mirrored yours, that caused your plan to immediately click in his brain. 

“Bishop to c4. You think you’re funny, do you?”

“Are you going to go along with it?

“I’ll show you.” Which, for Leona, was another way of saying of course. You were you, and with a message so charming, who was he to deny you, the both of you, of fun? “Knight to c6. Truly a first time for everything—never would I have thought I’d lose a game on purpose.”

“Queen to h5.”

“Knight to f6.”

“Queen to f7.” You grinned gleefully. He supposed losing was worth it after all. “Scholar’s mate.”

end notes | masterlist of all my works | series masterlist my other leona fics [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

[1] Title. The title can be in both Leona and the reader's perspective. If you liken Leona to the sun, then wouldn’t his fingers be the rays of warmth? And for Leona, since he comes from Afterglow Savannah, I think it means a lot for him to compare the reader to the sun, and though he’s already used to the warmth, he finds himself craving the one coming from the reader.

[2] Pieces vs Pawns. Many people do use “pieces” (or some other term in their respective language) as a catch-all term, but really pawns and pieces are different, with chessmen being the appropriate term for both pawns and pieces (in English, from my sourcs). Since reader makes the distinction, it shows Leona that they made the effort to research his favorite game. He would have appreciated the gesture of playing with him nonetheless, but that was a plus to him.

[3] Opening moves. Reader wanted to do the Queen’s Gambit, since it’s a popular and well-known opening. It’s also a move with a monarch in the title. Chosen not necessarily to represent the reader (see a different note for that), but you could see it that way if you want. They could not push through because Leona saw through them. Anyway, Queen’s gambit is White to d4, and afterwards c4, and while they did that they couldn’t complete a gambit because Leona went to move the knight instead of trying to control the center immediately.  

[4] Leona’s opening move is called King’s Indian Defense, a response against the Queen’s gambit… and my personal favorite opening when I had the misfortune of playing Black (a.k.a. going second) in matches. Also chosen for the monarch in the move name. When White goes d4, the knight (horse) goes f6. At White’s c4, pawn moves to g6.

[5] Yes most of these notes will be about chess I’m sorry! Okay so a few other choices I made in writing the chess scenes. Reader, both times, plays white (goes first), for a multitude of reasons—Leona putting them first, them being the light of his life, Leona wanting to give them the advantage, all of that. Leona goes second because, yeah… the second-born, second-place thing, but also he willingly chooses it for the challenge, because it makes it more fun for him, and because he enjoys just watching you go first and reacting to the things you do. It’s less of Leona going easy on you and more of him trying to see what you know and how well you can predict moves so he can teach you appropriately later on.

[6] Castling. As Leona explained, Castling is a move in chess specifically to protect the king. Also slight humpty dumpty reference. It was believed that he was based on a king (and he’s commonly depicted as an egg-king in media), and when he sat on the wall he had a great fall… so basically whatever “castling” Leona did against reader was a failure because he fell for the reader, lol.

[7] I actually don’t know what finger is longer for Leona.

[8] Ending moves. Scholar’s mate was chosen… For obvious reasons. He lets the reader win because he thinks it's cute that they chose that move from their “research” HAHAHA.

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Every white femme on this app just posts "I wish I was a WASP housewife but in hot pink lesbian" and acts like this is good for butches and femmes sorry no I do not dream of living in the suburbs and having an ugly combover I'm Black

#the fact that a lot of white butchfemme imgination begins and ends with a romanticising of the white working class in the 50s #is really funny #because for racialized butches and femmes our aesthetics and livelihoods have continued to evolve #but a lot of white butchfemme is attached to imagining a suburban existence #but not the one they actually grew up in #an idyllic white picket fence one that has no need for revolutionary ideas #it reveals how much white lesbians do not understand the relationship between the personal and the political #or the relationship between the fantasy and the political

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A Guarded Heart

Request: Hi 

I was just wondering if I could please request a Maverick x girlfriend reader where she is just very closed off and has some trust issues (maybe from past bad relationships) and maybe Maverick starts to notice but he doesn’t say anything he just slowly tries to get her to open up him. Then after he feels that they have made progress maybe she runs into one of her ex’s and Mav doesn’t know about it. So that causes her to backtrack from all the progress and she just completely shuts herself from him and Maverick notices so he finally says something. At first the reader thinks he is mad at her (due to the trust issues) but really Maverick is just concerned and wants her to let him in. So after the reader finally lets her walks down Maverick is there to comfort her.

totally your choice 100%

Pairings: Maverick x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of abuse

When you first met Maverick, it was at The Hard Deck. You were out with your friends from work and your boyfriend, Jerry. You had been waiting at the bar for your friend, Penny, to grab your drink for you and another round of drinks for your friend. You had known each other since childhood and were thick as thieves. She didn’t like your current boyfriend, Jerry, he was nasty towards you and your friends and hardly let you do anything without letting him know what you were doing or he had to be with you. 

Maverick had been sitting at the bar talking to Penny when you had walked up. Penny smiled at you “Hey, Y/N. Another round for your group?” She asked and you smiled. You had come out with some coworkers and your boyfriend and you were trying to have fun but he was making it hard and this was the only way you seemed to get away from him and breathe. 

“You know us too well.” You said and chuckled and so did she. She smiled and got to work when you noticed a handsome stranger sitting next to you. “Hi.” You said and Maverick could’ve sworn that your voice sounded like honey.

“Hi, I’m Pete but you can call me Maverick.” He said and you smiled.

“Ah, a Navy man. Let me guess, pilot. My name is Y/N.” You said and he smiled.

“Nice to meet you and how did you know?” He chuckled and smiled and you decided that you loved that smile.

“Well, you introduced yourself with your first name and then what I assume is a callsign. I grew up with a Navy father.” You said and he smiled.

“Oh, what is it that you do?” He asked and you smiled.

“I’m a high school teacher.” You said and he nodded his head while smiling and then Penny was walking over to you with a tray.

“Here you go Y/N/N.” She said and you smiled at her.

“Thank you.” You said and turned to Maverick “I’ll see you around. I hope.” You said and he nodded.

“You will.” He said and then you were off heading to your work group and he watched you every step of the way.

“I see you have met our local sweetheart. I’ve known that girl since we were kids.” Penny said and he smiled and turned his gaze to her.

“She seems sweet.” He said and Penny nodded.

“She is. Too bad her boyfriend treats her like shit. He’s always so rude to her and her friends.” Penny said watching you and Maverick did the same. He watched Jerry pull you over and start yelling at you and saw how you shrink into yourself trying to defend yourself. He then threw his arms up and you flinched and stormed off. 

Maverick wanted you to break up with Jerry and be with him. You deserve someone that loved you and he could give that to you.

Each time he went out with The Daggers to The Hard Deck on Fridays he always looked for you. Each Friday you were there sometimes with Jerry and others not. When Jerry wasn't with you, you were a totally different person and he liked that person. 

2 weeks had passed and he hadn't seen you and he was missing your presence. He was with The Daggers as they were laughing and talking about anything non-work related. While they were talking, he was looking for you and frowned when he didn't see you. After a few minutes of looking around the not so busy bar, it was pre-rush hour, he tuned into the conversation. Jake had been going back and forth with Bradley and everyone butted in. There was a break in the conversation and he thought that it would be a good time to get another round of drinks. “I'm gonna get another. Anybody want one?” He asked and he heard a collective of ‘No I'm good.’ He nodded and headed to the bar.

“Hey.” Penny said when she saw that he had sat down. “She hasn't been here the last few weeks. I'm worried.” She said.

“How did you know?” Maverick asked her and she smirked.

“I saw you looking for her and see how happy you are when you're talking to her. She used to be a happy outgoing person who wouldn't take anything from anybody but since she got with Jerry, she's done a 180.” Penny said and that made Maverick upset. He was about to reply when the door was harshly thrown into the wall and a frantic you came rushing in. Eyes wide looking around frantically until they settled on Penny and you were rushing over to her. Maverick grew very concerned when he saw your busted lip, bruised cheek, and black eye. “Y/N.” Penny said and was quick to rush around the bar and straight to you. “What happened?” She asked and you shrunk in on yourself.

“Jerry hit me. He got drunk and complained I worked too much. He also accused me of cheating. When I tried to defend myself, he threw a glass at me and then hit me.” You said tears escaping your eyes. Penny grew outraged and then looked over to Maverick.

“Stay with her while I go and get the first aid kit.” She said and Maverick nodded and you turned to him embarrassed that he was seeing you like this. You had to be honest when you first laid eyes on him you fell in love and actually felt something unlike when you saw Jerry. 

“Why do you stay with him?” Maverick suddenly asked before he could stop himself.

“What?” You asked surprised.

“Why do you stay with him?” He asked again, this time not stopping himself.

“Because I love him.” You said you were unsure of yourself.

“Y/N this is not love. This is abuse. No man or woman has to put up with this. You should leave him and be with someone you love.” He said as he grabbed a napkin and started to wipe the blood off your lip.

“Like who?” You asked, looking at him broken.

“Like me.” He said and you continued to look at and then you realized he was right. That night you broke up with Jerry and with the help of Maverick and his squad, that you had met and fallen in love with and they fell in love with you, moved you out. 

A week later you began dating Maverick and it was the best decision of your life. At first it was a rocky road. You still had that feeling that you weren’t good enough for Maverick and that you should be doing everything for him, but he was quick to remind you gently that you didn’t have to do everything for him and it was a shared effort. You still had a lot of work to open up, Jerry and all of your past relationships had taken a toll on you. You day you were cleaning the kitchen with the help of Maverick and you two were actually laughing and having a good time when your elbow accidentally knocked a glass off the counter on the floor shattering it. Your entire world stopped and the laughter had stopped and you were quick to look at Maverick as he turned around. “I’m sorry.” You said and then bent down to start picking it up in a hurry. 

“Y/N/N-” He began in a soft tone but to you it was a warning sound.

“I’ll clean it up. You can go.” You said and he looked heartbroken but you couldn’t see it too worried about picking up the glass. You didn’t even realize that the glass had cut you but Maverick did and he was quick to rush over to you.

“Y/N, it's ok. It’s just a glass. Something that can be replaced. I didn’t even like that glass anyways.” He said and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“You’re not mad?” You asked and he smiled and shook his head.

“Not in the least bit. Now come on and let me clean this cut up.” He said and you nodded and got up when he gently grabbed your wrist to gently lift you up. He led you to the bathroom and had you sat down on the counter and cleaned the cut and bandaged it. Then he kissed your hand and then you both went and cleaned up the glass and then spent the night together. 

You still had a lot of damage done by ex-partners. When you were with Jerry and the others you had to ask permission to go out with friends or do anything. Your friends had asked you to come out and you told them you would think about it. When you got home from school and Maverick was there working on some work you walked in hesitantly and he noticed this. “Everything ok, Babe?” He asked with a smile and then it turned into a frown when you didn’t answer.

“I was wondering if it would be ok if I went out with some of my coworkers. Would that be alright?” You said while looking down and this hurt him. What kind of man would break down a caring woman this much to make her afraid of asking to go out with some friends. He didn’t say anything and that worried you “It’s ok. I’ll tell them I can’t.” You said and he shook his head and got up and walked over to you and gently raised your head to make him look at you.

“Of course you can go. You don’t have to ask me. I want you to go and have fun. I just want you to be safe.” He said and you looked taken back at his words but smiled and your eyes brightened. That made him smile, if you were happy then he was happy. That night you went out and had fun with your coworkers and had a blast and your friends took notice of this and were really happy they were getting back their best friend. 

Maverick had been held up at work and he was running late and his phone had died. It was close to 8 PM when he finally got off work and he headed home. He smiled thinking about you being there and couldn’t wait to get you in his hold and just hug you. He pulled into the driveway and smiled when he saw your car there. He parked next to it and killed the engine. He got out and got what he needed and headed inside. When he walked in, he noticed that the house was silent. “Babe? I’m home.” He said and frowned when he didn’t get a response and then he heard sniffling. He walked into the living room and saw you crying and he dropped everything and rushed to you. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Are you cheating on me? I tried calling you and texting you but you didn’t answer.” You said and you looked at him through your tears and he shook his head.

“Not in the least bit. Cyclone held me up at work with more work. My phone died. See.” He said and pulled out his phone and tried to turn it on but nothing happened. “There is no way I would cheat on you.” He said. “Trust me.” He said and you sniffled and nodded. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

During one of the regular Dagger Squad meetups, he had brought you with him and you had stayed quiet for most of the night and Maverick respected you and didn’t push. Mickey was going on about a Star Wars movie that he had seen recently and you had also seen it and some of the others had too. He was asking people their opinions on it and everyone gave theirs including Maverick. “What’s your opinion on it?” Mickey asked, looking at you and you tensed up thinking he had gotten the person he was talking to mixed up.

“My opinion?” You asked a little nervously.

“Yes.” He said with a smile and you looked over at Maverick and he smiled and nodded his head at you.

“Well, I think it is a really great movie. In fact, I’m a huge Star Wars fan and I’ve seen all of them including the new ones.” You said smiling and Maverick was smiling.

“You are my new best friend.” Mickey said and he came over and hugged you and you hugged him back.

That was 8 months ago. Maverick thought you were making really good progress. Sure, it took some time but you were laughing more around him and others. You were speaking your opinions when asked and sometimes when you weren’t asked. You had stopped asking him for permission to do things instead you were letting him know what plans were going to be. 

It was a Friday afternoon when you were having lunch in your classroom when Maverick decided to have lunch with you. He walked to your classroom and knocked on the door and you looked up and smiled when you saw him. You waved him on in. He pulled up a seat to your desk and sat down putting his lunch in front of him and then setting yours in front of you. “I know how busy you can get so I decided to bring lunch to you.” He said and you smiled.

“Thank you. I had actually forgotten to grab mine this morning.” You said and he laughed. “I won’t be home for supper tonight. Some of the girls and I had planned to blow some steam off at a new local bar/pub that just opened up. They said you’re welcome to join if you wanted.” You said taking a bite of your sandwich and he smiled.

“I’m meeting up with The Daggers tonight. You go have fun with the girls. You’ll have to tell me how it is.” He said and you smiled.

“Oh, I will! It’s supposed to be really good because of the reviews that he received.” You said and you started going into everything and he just sat back and listened. He gave his opinion when it was needed. Maverick stayed until the bell for students to return sounded and he got up and gathered your trash and threw it away and then came over and kissed you. Students started to roll in one by one, some drooled over him and others were envious of him. But he was all yours.

The end of the day came quickly and before you knew it you were shooting a text off to Maverick.

Hey, about to leave the school and go out with the girls. Have fun with the squad! Love you!

In an instant you got a reply back. This was not the first time you said that to each other.

Mav: The Daggers are gonna miss you and so will I! You go and have fun! Love you too!

You smiled and walked to your car where your friends were already there. It was decided that you would follow one another and off you went. You all found parking spaces and got out at the same time. “This is going to be so much fun!” Violet said and everyone agreed.  Everyone walked in and got a seat and the night began. 

Round after round and a lot of food was ordered. Everyone was having a great time and nothing could ruin it. “Want another round of food and drinks?” You asked and everyone nodded. You walked up to the bar and put your order in and waited. 

“Y/N, is that you?” A familiar voice sounded and you force, it was one of your exes, Terry. You turned around and looked at him.

“Terry.” You said clamming up.

“Wow, look at you.” He said looked you up and down and it was making you feel uncomfortable. “How are you?” He asked leaning up on you.

“I’m good. Just to let you know, I have a boyfriend.” You said hoping that would make him go away.

“He let you go out looking like that?” He asked, looking you up and down.

“I came after work with some friends. He loves me, you know.” You said and he scoffed.

“Yeah, right. He’s definitely cheating on you and I don’t blame him. You’re not very good in any department.” He said

“That is not true. He loves me and I trust him. He doesn’t mistreat me like you did.” You said and he grew angry.

“Whatever bitch. He’s gonna leave you and I don’t blame him.” He said and stormed off. Your drinks and food were ready and you grabbed it and walked over to your table. You were quiet for the rest of the night and you decided to text Maverick. 

Hey, just checking in. Hope you’re having a good time.

You waited for a response and when you didn’t get on you grew anxious. Thoughts were coming back like what if he was cheating on you? What if he got sick of you and decided to leave? As thoughts were rolling through your head a text came through.

Sorry, just now seeing this. I’m having a great time. Wish you were here. 

That made you feel a little better. It was late and you decided to call it a night. The girls complained but understood and you left. When you got home Maverick wasn’t back yet. You parked your car in the driveway and shut off the engine and then you were walking into the house and decided to get ready for bed. Once you were done you crawled into bed and started to cry and that is how you fell asleep. 

Maverick arrived back to the house late and he smiled when he saw your car there. He parked his bike next to it and walked into the house but it was silent and he frowned. He called out to you but didn’t get an answer. He walked into the bedroom and found you fast asleep. He smiled and got ready for bed and then crawled in behind you. He wrapped an arm around you and fell asleep peacefully. 

The next morning you woke up early and noticed that Maverick was in bed with you. You smiled but it quickly vanished when everything from last night came back. You slipped out of his arms and decided to get your day started. You started to make breakfast for you and him. That is what Maverick woke up to and slowly rolled out of bed and headed into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw you making breakfast but frowned when there was a lack of music. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and that made you tense. “Good morning, Baby.” He said and frowned when you didn’t say it back right away.

“Hey.” You said and continued making breakfast. Then you were grabbing a plate for him and making it and handing it to him. “I made you breakfast.” You said quietly. 

“Thank you.” He said and then noticed you walking away into the laundry room. “Aren’t you gonna eat some?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I have a lot of other things to do.” You said and he frowned.

“You should really eat something.” He said and you shook your head.

“I’m good, thank you.” You said and disappeared into the bedroom with a load of clothes. He did eat but he missed you eating with him. Everything he had worked on with you had disappeared and that worried him. 

This went on throughout the day. You made him lunch and didn’t eat and you made him supper and didn’t eat. You asked permission to do things and were just on edge the entire time. It was truly concerning him. You shied away from his touch and when The Daggers were over and your opinion was asked you stayed quiet or gave a very brief answer. He hated the way you had back tacked. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Night drew closer and now it was you and him sitting on the couch watching what he wanted to before it was something you or the both of you wanted to watch. He paused the show and turned to look at you “Babe, is everything ok?” He asked and you looked at him.

“Of course.” You said and reached up for the remote but he stopped you and took your hand in his.  

“We need to talk.” He said and fear struck your heart. Was he mad about something? Was he going to break up with you? Was he actually cheating on you? 

“I’ll go and pack my things.” You said silently and he was quick to shut that down and pull you gently down.

“Where on earth did you get that idea?” He asked

“You said we needed to talk.” You said and he shook his head.

“I just wanna know what is going on in that head of yours. You’re not yourself.” He said and your head fell down and everything came spilling out.

“I saw one of my exes, Terry. He said some things that made me second guess us. He said that you were cheating on me and that you don’t love me. He also said he didn’t know how you let me go dressed like how I was.” You said and that infuriated Maverick.

“Babe, none of that is true. I’m not cheating on you and never in a million years would I. I love you with all my heart.” He said “You’re allowed to dress however you like but I want sexy clothing for me.” He said and you chuckled. “You’re my girl.” He said and you smiled and started to cry. “Hey, come here.” He said and opened his arms and you crawled into him. “I’m never leaving you. Ever.” He said and you nodded. He reached for the remote “Now what do you want to watch?” He asked and you told him and he smiled.

While lying there cuddled in his arms. You knew he was right. He wasn’t going anywhere and you weren’t either. He has made you feel like a normal person again and you just felt whole with him and you loved that feeling. “I love you, Maverick.” You said loud enough for him to hear and he did. He kissed your head.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He said

The rest of the night was spent in his arms watching what you wanted to watch. He loved you, truly, and you weren’t going to let him go anytime soon and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. You two were it for each other. Nobody was going to change that, especially exes that decided to pop up.

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