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unholywriters · 2 days ago
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Demon's Desire - Chapter Three: Lustful Wants
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Summary: After getting your new wings from felix, who seemed to have left you quiet a lot of things in return. You stared to work on your list along with trying to get other things you'd normally get done but you also had another goal in mind, to find hyunjin and talk to him. Wanting to know how you got caught in that crash to begin with and see what his role was, also seeing how he is once the moon is out.
Word Count: 5.6k
Parts: Teaser, 01, 02
Tags: Demon AU, Demon royalty AU, demon chan, demon felix, demon lee know, demon seungmin, demon han, demon changbin, demon hyunjin, demon jeongin, unprotected sex, male reader, top stray kids with some switches, bottom reader, MDNI, talks or hell, torture, sexual things, possessiveness, obsessiveness, poly! stray kids, poly! chan, poly! felix, poly!hyunjin, Poly!changbin, poly!seungmin, Poly!i.n., Plly
Taglist: @felixneverbadd @gnusihcom @a-short-ass-disappointment
PS: please enjoy this teasing hyunjin who enjoys messing with you, but nonetheless, reminding you of what he could really do if he wanted to. But being more soft towards you durning the late hours of the night, I hope you're enjoying the series so far, Please feel free to ask for a spot in the taglist I promise I will add you into it so you can enjoy the many chapter to come, not sure how many but they will happen. Next in the list will either be Gluttony Changbin or a sloth Hannie just to throw in something a little extra please enjoy and tell me who do you think should be next.
With that being said I decidede to take another darker turn towards the end just a little surprise, sorry it took me a while but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless1
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Filling my tub with warm water, bubbles and rose petals like I always do when taking a bath in the morning. Before I did any of that I made myself a drink, nothing too strong as of right now and set it next to the large sunken in tub with soft music playing the background to help me feel more relaxed then not. I grabbed a silk robe from my closet, usually the first one I see and hang it close to the tub with my towel for drying myself along with my bathroom vanity set up, with the wig from yesterday on the mannequin head for me to get ready for that process. I wanted to do that before I did anything else just to see if it was a lost cause or not and I just needed to take time with it and not rush into it. Taking off the rest of my clothes and setting them down to laundry hamper I kept in there near the tub but not close. My actual hair isn't that bad but if I can keep it up while I take a bath I do, and if not I just let it hang free while I do what I need to do and there's nothing wrong with that.
Slowly getting in I let out a relaxed sigh while slowly letting my back rest against the tub, closing my eyes while I let myself relax. This is all I truly wanted when coming home from work after so long. Just relax, eat somethingwhile watching a show and fall asleep hoping I'm not missing anything while getting ready to do more of a lot of things in the morning. All I wanted to do was this, grabbing my favorite bath sponge and soap I began scrubbing while being carerful of some spots, lookiong closely while I saw a small rose on my left side. It made me stop while I remember seeing the same one on felix, though it was intresting since mine was smaller then I think I could see what his was since it was still covered. It was going to be intresting to hide these during shows, makes me wonder what they would do if they saw those roses being covered just so I can keep my money up.
These men have everything in their hands, but I hate just taking it or being given that, I worked my way to get here. Even when I was constantly in pain and wanted to juist disappear and hope for the next life I would have loving people for my family who didn't want to make my life a living hell while I crawl my way to a palce they've been wanting to do for years yet lost. If I was going to get something, I was going to earn it no matter what any of them wanted to tell me or spoil me. I won't accept less or lowballs for it either. Getting out of the tub and letting out the water, I dried myself off with my towel and used my favorite lotion while making sure my face was cleaned since the makeup was ruined. Getting dressed in something casual for me to wear, it dind't matter to me, just as long as I felt comfortable in this moment right now I was ready to know this was going to be a while. Singing what I could just to get through this, having a steamer to get through this is my best friend for all of this. But the hair wasn't getting better, it wasn't the same anymore, I needed something new.
Maybe I can ask felix when I see him later if it's even possible but there's nothing else I could really do about it. Even after trying for hours to make sure I got everything since yet again I refused to just give up without making sure I could do something but not everything can be saved. There is no point on beating myself up over things I have no control over, that just makes everything harder to get through and I'm not here for it. I closed the wig in the bag it came with and looked at the other two felix had given me. One was the same as my last one, just a bit more sparkely then before. The other one was just as long and flowy, something I loved when getting wigs or even letitng my down my actual hair, but it was a dark blue, almost like a midnight blue to give out something…new. It was like something emerging from the dark and capturing you're attention just to pull you back in the darkness and giving you an embrace that there was no getting out of. Maybe I could use this one for now, since I needed something new after a while.
I help the bag and walked out of the bathroom over to my closet, the large walk in closet with a wide range of everything. Looking through I knew I needed something casual now, the things I was wearing had some sliver strands stuck on it and I just wanted to get into something else. Maybe just a hoodie with some sweats, I should also just let my natural hair breathe for a while. Letting it down while changing into a comfortable hoodie before walking to my room, walking to my work desk where I tend to keep my credit card, notepad to make sure I tracked everything and knew how much I spent on one store, if I go to any. Sometimes If I know I could afford to spend enough I should be good to go on a shopping spree, maybe that's what I need after a long day, well the start of a second one I could feel it coming and man was I not ready and just really wanted to get things done and come back home just to relax. Though my bedroom needed more decore, it was looking boring still I'm getting done with it by now.
I mainly enjoyed walking since I didn't want to drive, my roadrage was too real and I knew I would hit someone in a road rage or I'd get chased and walking just seems a little bit more…manageable after this. Grabbing my small bag I walked towards the door, making sure all of my cards were in there along with some cash just in case. Making sure I had my room key I left and locked the door, tapping the card against the keypad twice to make sure it's locked entirely before walking back to the elevator, one thing I forgot to mention that was in here was my earbuds so I can stay focused on shopping and not have to worry about random people calling my name when I don't feel like talking to them and just stay focused on the things I need to do so I can go home earlier and feel more relaxed and not feeling like I was already doing entirely too much for one day. Slipping them on as I pressed teh main floor button, I just played a random song on my playlist and elft it on shufle while waiting to go down the entire way. Walking out and handing over my key before walking out of hte large black steel metal doors to get to the main sidewalk, turning right and just walking down to the main store close to me, wanting to get my food shopping done first instead of just ordering fast food or eating out. I wanted to cook my own food for tonight and call it good.
It wasn't that far, was it always crowded though? Yes, was I used to it by now? Kinda but not entirely either. Grabbing a shopping cart I began walking around, staying on the left side since this closer and knowing me I was going too carry this all home and give it all to a staff member who has access to all the rooms, and would set everything inside my room without a hitch. Should I have bothered Felix back at home? Maybe but I don't know the exact room number he's in since the door closed right as he started to walk pratically since this place also makes sure everyone is safe, especially those who pay for the higher rooms since those cost more to take care of, though they do treat the lower rooms the same since I used to stay there before getting a bigger room like the one I have now. Sure it would take longer sometimes but since they've been able to expand on a lot more things, every floor now has their own keepers to make things a lot more easier. Something I thought was smart to do because it meant no one would try to steal from the higher rooms and get in trouble for it so fair is fair if you ask me.
But overall it was fine, and I was taking my time and felt more relaxed while trying to plan these out. Looking at everything, I felt better knowing I wasn't using that much but overall it was considered a lot. Overall, with everything I had in my cart, I spent just about 58,000 won ($54) in total with everything in bags before walking back to the hotel. My head held up high and kept walking to the front desk, which was a little bit late since of the drag because of the bags, but I was able to hand them over and watch the people walk to the elevator, where I was surprised to see hyunjin leaving in the same outfit he had when he dropped me off here. I titled my head as he flashed me a smile while walking over to me, his smile never wavering as he got closer. “Well look what we have here, what’s happening right here?” He stood close to me, looking down with his hands still in his pocket while I crossed my arms.
“Didn't feel like getting too dressed up on my day off, what are you doing here?” I asked him, watching him hum and walk around me for a while, almost like he was singing a song in his head anf feeling happy about it and just trying to feel himself. “I wanted to come see what Felix was doing since we have a lot to do tonight. I was about to leave and go to go shopping for some clothes, what were you about to do hm? Cook something and not give me a plate?” I felt my own eyes roll at that statement but I also had a smile on my face despite my efforts to try not to. “I usuaslly go window shopping unless I want something clothes wise, despite my outfit right now, why did you want to try and make up for confusing me when I left after we first met?” I poked a little bear, I could see it in his eyes that he was surpised just a little but and I wanted to keep smirking at the thought it but I didn't. I just kept looking at him while he got closer. I could tell he wanted to reach his arm out like he's been doing almost everytime we've met for now but he stopped himself and honestly I wanted to grab him and walk out since I could tell some people were trying to watch and be nosey about the bussiness that was happening right now but I kept my face as straight as I could.
But he surprised me because he got close enough and leaned down in my ear, his hands coming out of his pockets to hold my sides carefully. “You're smartt babyboy and I like it, let’s talk more about that away from nosey ears, doesn't that sound like a smart idea?” I could only feel myself nod while fighting the urge to roll my eyes. He pulled away just a bit and once again wrapped his left arm around my waist, walking out of the lobby to find him with a different car. “BMW? This looks more pricey then the ones I see on the special events we tend to have.” “Because it was custom made a while ago, thought I have her come out for a drive.” He opened the door and let me inside the backside, I didn't want to smile but I could feel myself smiling as I got in and looked at the black and wine red intieror. He knew what he liked and what looked good, I know some who just woudl've gone with the generic red but this was just the right kind of dark red that feel like a luxury to have. I can imagine the features he has for it as well but won't show it to me yet. “And don't worry about the drivers, I'mnot supposed to be telling you this so early but given how smart you are, I'm sure you can tell something about the drivers now can't you?” I looked over to him, watching him get in the car and closing the door while just leaning back in his seat, of course he didn't need a seatbelt. I guess overall I didn’t need one either but I was used to wearing one everytime I got in a cab just to go anywhere. After all It made sure I somewhat survivedand didn't just go flying out of the car like a fly.
“I thought they were just good at their job and acting like they didn't hear anything as much?” He shook his head, leaning it to the left while humming. “Their lifeless, we each have our own ones, a maxium of 15 just to throw peoeple off.” “Did you tell yours to get into a crash?” I raised a brow, almost ready to explode on him for getting me in this situation because I truly just wanted to go home and continue with my life and proabably laugh at my sister for making a scene if she ever did. “No, our leader had that planned out, we just needed to bring one to the car and hoep he or she would be able to make it past the drinking phase. Usually they all burn from the inside out. I wasn't supposed to be there, since I would stand out but Sometimes I don't listen to him, he gets annoyed about it but there's not a lot he can do other then keep me back in the main house for a while till he thinks I've learned my lesson for not listening to him when he says no.” My mind was trying to put the pieces together again, because clearly I'm not supposed to know who this leader is, but by the looks of it he seems more focused on his friends well-being but making sure the rules are being listned to and not ignored to a point of disrespect.
“The one in the middle? He looks terrifying almost when I met him.” Hyunjin has a habit of tilting his head slightly side to side I can see. Just from the way he's looking now, even when the driver is getting closer to the mall, I can see it from afar and by the looks of it, it's gonna be crowded all over again. Maybe I'll see some coworkers and we can either go on with the day or just talk. Sometimes we do butother times we see a lot of paying customers who used to get violent and try to keep ourselves hidden. Some are just weird but over all it's not my problem nor am I going to carry it like it is. “He can be like that in public or when we have someone we like. For your case, it's to show that we may tell you stories of him being funny and whatnot, but he also wants you to know he has a say in a lot of things that even I can't cross him in. And there will be nothing that any of us could do about it. But, if he likes you slightly, he might go easy on you.” The car parked in front of the main mall entrance, we could see some people peaking while they were walking, hyunjin got out and held his hand out. I tilted my head before looking down and seeing that my outfit was changed.
I wasn't wearing my laid back clothes, instead I was wearing something more fitting for the mall but it was still loose and laid back. I had a black undershirt on with a large white buttoned up see-tihrough shirtthe buttons were slightly undone, only 3 tops ones were and I now had black slack pants with a sliver chain on my left pocket with a large hoop on the front pocket. The sneakers were a nice pick, I was compleletely fine with this one as well but it confused me while I got out and held his hand. “How did you change my outfit? I was fully prepared to ignore people for judging my outfit.” His arm and hand went back to their favorite place while we walked to the entrance while we could slightly hear some whispers and still feel some of the stares coming from many angles.
“Because I'm the type of person that would say something to cause a scene and then ruin their life. Besides think of it as helping getting used to your new life. The main people you have to worry about in public, is our leader obviously, lee know and changbin. Those three take no disrespect when it comes to things like this. And that's not for debate.”
“I'm really worth allof that for 8 men who just met me and decided I was the one?”
I watched him nod his head while we walked and looked around some. There was one outfit I knew Iwanted even if it was for formal events and those are something I rarely attend to unless some of the fancy richer people I know decide to invite me. Even when I know they just need something for me, I charge for that kind of serives because I'm not just going to allow it to happen without someone regretting about it very much.I think hyunjin was just letting me be the guide while he walked along with me. “These are very high dresses, had a plan to attend something fancy outside of the bar now did you?” I could only shurg some while looking around. Slowly getting away from his wamring touch and looking at the racks before seeing a dark wine dress. “Depends onif any of you tend on inviting me to anything, Can't be surprised only to rely on someone to give me a backup. I like having my own options when we go out.” I would keep lookiong up to see his reaction to it since he seems like the type to enjoy spoiling someone he consideres to like, I have more questions for him, but with most of thios being in public it would draw attention and that would be the last thing I needed or wanted to deal with really.
“Besides look at this one, how could I say no to that?” I wanted to try and keep this conversation as normal as possible since I knew i'd be able to talk to him more later tonight. Even though it felt like it was so far from now, I knew that would be more of a better time since then we'd have no one else to worry about. I think he was able to catch onto my thinking or the fact that I really wanted to talk about something with him but it just wasn't coming out the way we wanted to. Since it would also make things a problem and it would be something none of us wanted to. But going back to the dress, it was more considered a mermaid style of a dress, a dark wine red color that would go well with any formal meetings or gatherings which I can only imagine that the men attened. There was a hand stitched design The top had that of a flower and stem design, left to your imagination of what kind of flower, I would say a rose since the color of the dress. The fabric felt like satin with a lace back style, something I knew I had the perfect boots for. Something I always enjoyed when getting dressed up was doing things like this, after all if I look good in a dress, why let my gender stop me from doing so? Even if my shoulders would show and I could probably tuck in the spaghetti straps on the dress to make it look like it was strapless, something I also liked when wearing something like it.
“Well now that you mentioned it, that girl you claimed to be related to when I picked you up.” Carefully putting the dress back on the rack, I looked over to him while he seemed to be looking at his own versions of a dress or even a suit to look for, since everything was close together and it all just overall seemed to look better. “There is an event I was invited to, along with felix and some of the others, you’d get to meet our leader for sure. I was going to go alone, but if you want to go with me then we can go together?” I titled my head to the side being curious of it since I wanted to see what else he had to offer. “Well what’s the attire? How classy or fancy do we have to dress up?” I could see the look in his eyes, he seemed to be happy and excited to be able to get something or the two of us and maybe even making something for the others to see and have something incorporated into the outfit of choice. “Let me surprise you, you can get anything else you wanted from here and I'll handle everything else.”
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Hyubjin agreed to have us matching wth some outfits, I let him pickthe outfits from when we lwft and he would come and pikc me up at the time we needed to go, which would be around 7pm, since it was going to be a long drive to somewhere far away from the pearing eyes of those in the city. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be any security. There would be since everyone ahd to verify who they were and who they were going with. Hyunjin promised that he would talk to his leader and get things handled so I could attend with little to no worryandhe would pay for the ticket if he needed to. Which I was sure wa like pocket change for him since he could walk into a store and get things for free but he would still pay the workers mroe then they were getting in most cases since some people would be rude to them after he left. He dropped me off at home, saying he would send the outfit when he was able to get what he knew would be good while I did my makeup.
I didn't go too wild with my makeup, I wanted something simpy but it would still be straight to the point. I decided to stick with black and gold since it just felt right. I didn't want to do the same looks I do for shows, which is just any silver or platinum looks and I wanted to try something different so black and gold it is. The inners of my eyes were a bright gold that would sparkle in any form of light. The outer parts of my eyes faded to a black settled look. To me it was giving a smokey eyed look but I enjoyed it for myself. I added a winged eyeliner just to look more dramatic? In a way but I liked it, my hair was curled, even with it being small {Just in case the reader has short hair} The Sun was started to set when I heard my doorbell ring.
Walking over and opening the door, it was the gift sender from downstairs and held out teh box to me. Smiling to me as I thanked her and walked back inside, setting the box on table and slowly opening it. Gasping in shock as I slowly held it up, It was something I didn't expect from him, this must be a very important event for him to send me something like this. It was a straples dress with a large black flab around my chest area that had a long piece go down the back almost a veil but it was for the back, the front had black jewels with the left side showing the left side of my waist and thigh, but I would have something to cover things no one else was allowed to see. The jewels reminded me of soemthing reaching out like tree roots in the ground. I had just the best pair of heels for these along with a small bag. I got dressed and messed with my hair while making sure everything looked great. Putting on my black heels that had gold on the bottom with a small black bow on hte back and more black jewels on the front. Walking around ym closet I grabbed a small back pruse with a long black string. Inside I would have my favorite cologne, a matching black and gold fan with my favorite birthday cake chapstick with my clear yet sparkly lipgloss.
I almost felt mself wanting to grab my matching black goves just to have something but I felt like I was doing way too much with that so I decided against it, but I did add some black dangling earings with a simple gold necklace with two matching gold bracelets. Looking in the mirror, I looked something new but I was happy with it. I liked the way I looked, how every curse was hugged but it wasn’t too tight or lose. Looking at my phone, because yes he made sure I had his number so I could surprise him instead of him waiting for me downstairs with felix since the two of them were going to ride together. I got the text that he was here and after maksing sure everything was locked, my phone was in my pocket. Double checking that everything was right and off, I left my room and locked it. Walking down the to elevator and walking past everyone on the main lobby, handing the front desk and handing over my key, smiling as I walked to the double doors and soon to the gates. Thanking those who looked at me before someone offered to open the gate and there I saw the two men waiting by the luxury limo.
Hyunjin wore a long sleeved white shirt, the shirt having flower and star shaped cutouts from the fabric itself with one long black glove that had a silver braclet. The black tight leather jeans had a black and gold belt around his waist but had some silver chains hanging from some of the belt loops, with the jeans covering the high boots he was wearing, at least I was guessing he was wearing those. He looked at me with a proud smile but he was also had a shokced look on his face while I walked closer. Looking over to felix, who had more of shocked face but was still happy to see me. He seemed to take more a prince look by his outfit. It was pure white, practically the same color as snow, no wonder we had so many people staring. Yet there was still some gold accents to it, the collar covering his neck had a gold stitched in flower with a gold chain going to his right shoulder. On the right side on the white pocket was a gold, I wantt to call it a button but its not. He did have gold buttons on it though, shinning with the light while the left side was covered with a matching clock. If I didn't know any better I would've assumed he was a prince with how he was dressed for such an event. And I can see why the place were going is going to be concsidered private from the public eye and we have to go out of town for it.
“Now Hyunjin look at this, you pratically incorporated everyones outfits into one dress for this handsome man, we're going to be late for this.” Felix wanted to say more, but people were talking and some were starting to pull out there phones to take vides or pictures. So all got into the black limo and comfortably sat as the limo drove off. “Well, minus the mob that was growing, thank you Felix, I told you I was going to try and blow people away.” “You two looked like you came straight from a fairytale and decided to come look for a bride and decided on a male. You two can’t say much when it comes to me.” I joked, seeing hyunjin act dramatically shocked, and felix starting to laugh. “Guessing by the fancy attire we all are wearing, this has to be something very important or something just to be yourself away from the public eye and trying to make the place free from people?”
I was sitting between the pair and could see them looking at each other. I almost wanted to say I could see a faint hint of green and red between the two of them, but I wasn't going to question yet. “Well, I would've explained that when you went to sleep tonight but giving how I've been with you pratcailly all day, you won't see me tonight, since you have to meet someone new to keep you on your toes. Me and felix have been too friendly with you, something out leader isn't too fond of thnking that we're favoring you and not giving you a fairchance. That being said the place that we're going to tonight is more of a close friend of ours, well a close group. They can tell you more then we can if they choose to, but always keep this in mind. If you see their captain, and trust me they make it well known who that is, but be careful of them. The two leaders are more resevered then the others are.” I titled my head while felix explained all of this to me. It was more of an eye opener and a reminder, I'm not a human anymore and there will be poeple that I run into that could either make my experience duriong this and some that could make me regret ever being here. Something I never thought to consider.
I have been more friendly and close with these two simply because Felix lives closer to me, and hyunjin seems to be more social and local in the places I tend to visit. I have 5 more people to meet, with one of them seemingly being the one who can either make a choice go through or put a stop to it quicker then any of us could blink with a snap of his finger. “You won't like the later part of this event, something we al started to think about later beacuse at the end of it, you'll begin to see more demons and such and what some of us do, speak out about it if you choose to but rememebr this. Me and Felix can only do so much, if we get told no by those stronger then us and there's only one, there is nothing we can do to save you. And you won't like us for a while because of it.”
If I could leave the car I would, because Hyunjin made his eyes glow this mixture of pink and a dark purple while seeminly enjoying the fact that I was confused and slowly putting things together that I don't have much control over what happens. I was so caught up in being treated like nothing was different and not experiencing anything different from what I'm used to that the now reality that the places I could go won't have humans anymore and if I'm not careful something drastic could happen and there is very little some could do. I was staring at Hyunjin but felix seemed to keep his eyes more normal but I could swear I saw the undertone green at the bottom of his eyes. It was something some would have to pay very close attetnion to in order to notice it. But it overall seemed something for them to enjoy, makes sense as to why we're dressed up so fancy for it as well. And why we had to be so far away from people. “What happens at these events?” “Can't tell you that, it would ruin the fun of your reaction. Don't worry, you won't be phycailly hurt, but you will hate us for the next oh..couple days?”
We got to the place, stopping at the entrance where there were other luxury cars stopped in the large circle driveway that had those large water fountains in the middle. “Do try to remember, everything we've done was genuine, love.”
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spring-lxcked · 1 year ago
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btw movie!will is definitely not my william but to be clear on where i stand on movie!william:
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nanivinsmoke · 5 months ago
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✩ Eat Me, Number One.
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✩ allmight x pro!heroFem reader
wanting to get a little taste of the number one hero, during the hero’s banquet.
✩ warnings and tags: public sex, secret sex, ass eating, rough sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding, size difference, age gap, (late 20s reader), etc.
shout out to my editor, tysm <333!
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“fuck, this latex is sticking to my skin. shota, can we go? im not in the mood for this uppity shit, maybe we can get some ramen or something?”
“no, unfortunately the both of us are stuck here. i lost yamada an hour ago, which is really odd since he’s the loudest one out of all of us.” aizawa, your best friend and colleague, replied as he took a bite of the salty chip in his mouth. you sighed and downed the shot in front of you, while tugging on the latex of your hero suit with your free hand.
the three of you were currently attending the annual hero’s banquet, which was made for all heroes to meet and mingle with each other. yamada had spotted the karaoke room and tip-toed away from the group when the three of you arrived, leaving you and aizawa alone. you both hated coming to these things, but yamada forced both of you to come every time.
“gonna find the bathroom and possibly yamada, so we can leave.” your dry-eyed friend gave you a nod before you took your leave; grabbing a shot from a tray a waiter was carrying—downing it like it was nothing. getting hammered was your goal. maybe you could get *him* off of your mind. you maneuvered through the crowd of heros, mind bubbling with thoughts before your eyes landed on the huge figure of the number one hero; allmight.
it might’ve been the liquor finally taking its toll on your body, making your legs feel like jelly or just seeing him period, that had butterflies filling your stomach. you were beyond nervous, it had been months since the last time you’ve seen him. the last time you did wasn’t the best experience. "duty calls" he had said before he ran off. but, you weren’t gonna let that one time stop you from saying ‘hello’ and running off to find the bathroom.
you managed to walk over and tap the bottom of his muscular back, his seven foot frame towering over you as he turned toward you. his usual ‘smiling’ eyes softened when he saw you and he kept that same bright smile like always. “y/n, it’s good to see you.”
“likewise,” you quickly turned on your heels as your memories from that terrible night plagued your mind. “wait—y/n,” he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back towards him, his eyes scanning your face before dropping to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “can we talk?” you gave a quick nod and he pulled you away. you wanted to get answers, closure for the last time you two saw each other, so you could finally stop cringing at the memory.
the older pro hero led you through the crowd and into an empty room, which happened to be the bathroom. the seven foot tall man closed the door behind you both, and locked it—before turning to look at your smaller, yet curvy frame.
“y/n, I just wanted to apologize for last time. it wasn’t your fault that the date ended like that. i never meant to leave you like that. i know duty calls, but I should have never left like that without telling you, i'm sorry.” his voice was soft, sincere, and you could tell by his body language that he truly meant it.
a few months ago, you had went on a date with the number one hero. it was all going good, you had gotten to know each other really well during drinks and when you two had finally made it your table for food, he just disappeared in a blink of an eye. he didn’t call nor try to reach out to you, which made you become very insecure—leading you to believe that he didn’t actually like you.
“you don’t have to apologize—“
“but, i do. you were wonderful and im a little disappointed I couldn’t make this into something more serious; didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you—.”
“you wanted to kiss me?” it was silent for a moment, both of your eyes locked onto each other’s. the more the two of you stared at each other, the more your body temperature rose. everything about him was so captivating. maybe that was a perk of being one of the best hero’s japan has ever seen, but you were definitely falling for him.
it was sudden but his lips were on yours and all you could do was happily accept. your lips melted onto each other’s, dancing a smoother dance than a tango—with your tongue sliding into his mouth, tongues swirling around each other's. you couldn’t fight your growing arousal anymore, the crush that you had on the older man was bigger than ever.
he swiftly picked you up, not breaking the kiss not once. it was like a scene in a movie with the way he handled you. he propped you up against the white bathroom door, while he made love to your mouth. you clutched onto his yellow locks, pulling away from this kiss that had left you breathless. “think you teased me enough, number one. i need more of you.”
he had never been more turned on, until now. with one hand holding you up, he used the other hand to unzip your hero costume—freeing your plump and swollen breasts. allmight quickly wrapped his lips around your tender love buds, began to suck on them like it was the best candy he had ever tasted. you couldn’t suppress your moans; letting them flow freely out of your kiss-bitten lips.
he removed his mouth from your nipples, kissing between your breats and down your stomach. “allmight—please~”
“toshinori,” he corrected with a squeeze to your ass; making you squeal out. you had long forgotten about the party, or the possibility of other people being there.
“toshinori, please. just fuck me already.” he was taken aback by your vulgar words, but it riled him up even more. your hero suit fell down in an instant and he was lifting you off to the other side of the bathroom. using his quirk, he slid the toiletries off the sink’s counter and placed you on your knees—your ass sitting up in the air just for him; allowing him to dive his head right in between.
gasping, you held onto the marble countertop, while he licked your from your ass all the way down to your swollen clit. his fluid mixing with yours created a slippery mess, which caused you to go crazy. no wonder he was considered a pro.
“shit toshi—just like that, fuck…” you bounced your ass back onto his face, his big hands gripped your waist tighter; lips still attached to your wet clit. you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you were ready to accept it. however, much to your dismay, he pulled away from your dripping wet backside.
“wait toshi, i was gonna cum.” he ignored you, flipping you over onto your back; looking at you in all your glory before he gripped himself through his suit. “look, im going to warn you. you might not be able to take all of me, and that’s okay—,” you cut off his rambling by replacing his hand with yours on his bulge, fondling it. it left him groaning, eyes shutting from the pleasure.
“i'm a big girl, i can handle it. besides, a hero never backs down from a fight.” he chuckled at your response and gave you one last look, before he let his blue hero suit and briefs fall to the ground; showing all of him.
you could’ve sworn your eyes had fell out of your head due to how widen you opened them. standing about nine inches tall, his cock greeted you; dripping nothing but translucent fluid. it stood against his abs, twitching with need. not only was he lengthy, he was girthy too. you couldn’t help but to gulp as you thought about him entering you.
as much as you were nervous, you swallowed that doubt and angled him towards your aching entrance; after all you were a hero, you couldn’t let this scare you.
pushing him inside of you, you winced at the pressure—you had never been spread open like that. profanities flew out your mouth as he helped push himself inside, your soft walls clenching around his shaft; making him curse lowly.
he was only half way inside, since that’s all that could fit, and he began to move his hips slowly. the more toshinori moved—the wetter you became. soon, the sound of your cunt squelching and your lewd mewls filled the bathroom—driving the older man crazy. he was losing control over himself, each time you made those sexy noises; he wanted to slam himself deeper inside of you. to hear you yelp out and to feel you squeeze around him. to see all the cream build around him. to see how far he could drive you to insanity just by fucking you.
despite being a hero, the way he was thinking about punishing you with his dick; contradicted his heroic beliefs.
you on the other hand felt like you were going to die, in the most pleasurable way possible. each time he plunged inside of you, his thick tip hit your spot everytime—causing your toes to curl so tight; they felt like they were going to fall off. you babbled and moaned as he fucked the living shit out of you, calling his name while an orgasm ripped through you.
this was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. you were disconnected from reality a bit because of it, so you didn’t realize that you were no longer on the sink’s counter and now on the bath’s plush blue rug—until toshinori slammed down into you once again.
“fuck, you just keep getting tighter and wetter!” you had never heard him curse this much before, it was turning you on more and more.
he had you in the mating press position, hitting your most sensitive spot each time, while your hips and his balls met each time. you cunt was beyond wet, your juices dripped out and slid down onto the ground—creating a huge puddle underneath you.
you could feel him twitch inside of you and his strokes became faster and harder. he was cumming, hard.
a knock on the bathroom door startled you, causing you to look at it.
“hey! can you hurry up, i really gotta use it,” a voice could be heard from the other side, following another knock. you looked at allmight, waiting for his next move.
“in a minute….having some—shit—s-s-stomach problems”
“c’mon dude! you’ve been in there for like an hour”
“in a minute!” he yelled back, not stopping his movements. he was going to cum and nothing was going to stop him from finishing. with a few more slams, he released inside of you; while you came once more with him—this time you squirted all over him.
he grabbed your smaller body and rolled over on his back, with you lying on top of his sweaty, naked body.
“we’re going to need a plan to come out of here without them suspecting a thing,” you chuckled, peppering his chiseled face with kisses.
“this is why we have quirks, to get out of situations like this. now let’s get dressed, so i could show you more of why I’m number one~”
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daddyy333 · 2 years ago
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Needy | Eddie Munson x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 2.6k
summary: Eddie has never given it all to you because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you refuse to wait any longer. You want all of him and you want him now.
warnings: smut, p in v, oral (I think), squirting, overstimulation, ?
sorry this has taken so long I don’t know writing hasn’t exactly been my top priority because I’ve got a lot going on but I’m still writing as often as I can so new fics are gonna be slow but I promise I’ll be back to posting like I used to soon
The first time you saw Eddie’s dick, you were honestly worried. One, how the hell does he find pants and underwear big enough to fit that thing. Two, how were you ever gonna get it inside you.
He knew that look. A lot of girls wore the same look when they saw him for the first time. He didn’t understand it really, he knew he was a little blessed but he thought he was just a little above average.
So naturally, he went down on you and fingered you till you came 3 times to make sure you were relaxed and wet enough for him to stretch you out. You’d honestly never felt anything as good as Eddie’s cock, and ever since then you’d been obsessed with it.
You’d be calling every night begging him to come over, or to come pick you up just so you could feel him deep in you, feel that overwhelming stretch that felt better than anything you had ever felt before. He didn’t mind too much, he found it adorable how needy you’d get, whining about how much you need to have him inside you.
You almost always got what you wanted, but not entirely. He never sunk all the way in. Majority of the time he was on top, and even when you were on top he’d still be holding you still while fucked up into you. He didn’t want you to sink all the way down and hurt yourself, he knew he was thicker at the base and he didn't want you to go too far.
You had begged and begged him to let you try and see if you could take it, but he would never let you. No matter how hard you begged or how much you tried to force yourself lower, he always managed to stop you.
But tonight, oh you were getting what you wanted. You’d been the horniest you’ve ever been in your life the entire day, feeling your slick stick to your inner thighs whilst you worked and noticing a wet patch on your seat when you got out of the car, you knew you needed him and you needed all of him.
“Ed’s, put the book down” you said as you came in, throwing your bag on the dresser and unbuttoning your work shirt. Holy shit did he hate that shirt, he hated it because it was so provocative and they always gave everyone a size smaller so they would attract customers with their “attractive waitresses.”
But right now, oh god you looked sexier than ever. Your hair was a little disheveled, your makeup making your eyes look darker and even more attractive. He wanted to devour you and make you cum till you couldn’t think anymore.
You worked your shirt off, stepping closer to him as you unbutton your shorts. You got to the edge of the bed and kicked your shoes off before slipping your shorts off as well. He grinned at you as you climbed on top of him, resting your hands on his ribs as you leaned down and kissed him.
“Mm, baby” he groaned through the kiss, his voice low and raspy making your pussy clench around nothing. You moved your hands to his chest, grinding down on his half hard cock. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist hard.
You lightly tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled away, nodding at you. You got his shirt off and he smiled up at you, toying with the straps of your thong. You bit your lip and he sat up, running his thumb along your bra strap.
You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting him slide it off of you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect” he said and scoffed, burying his head between your breasts. Kissing, licking, sucking, he was all over your boobs for a good few minutes.
Once he seemed to finally move on, you got off the bed and said “take off your pants and boxers…please,” He shook his head and complied, groaning when you took your panties off and he saw your bare cunt, slick spreading on your inner thighs.
You whimpered softly as his huge cock sprung out, leaking precum as he hissed, jerking himself off for a little relief. You smiled and crawled on top of him again, running your hands up and down his chest and stomach, watching his cock jump as you felt his thighs up a little.
“Baby please…I need you. It hurts…” he said and you giggled. You bit your lip and lined yourself up with him, sliding down a little and stretching yourself. He sighed relievingly and squeezed your tit in one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip as he moaned at the feel of your tight, warm, and wet pussy on his sensitive tip.
“Go slow, babe. D-Don’t hurt yourself” he grunted out, he’d kill to pound into you till the sun rose but he never expressed it, because he would never risk hurting you. You groaned and started bouncing on him, not going all the way just yet.
He moved a hand to rub at your swollen clit, moaning loudly as your pussy sucked his cock in over and over again. “Baby…fuck, I love this pussy” he said and you smiled.
You grabbed his hands, forcing him to lie on his back slightly and held his hands as you continued bouncing on his cock. He grunted, abs tensing slightly as the pleasure consumed him. Perfect, just what you wanted.
You smirked, kissing down his jawline and neck. Once he was plenty distracted you sat up, his arms still above his head squeezing the pillow now to ground himself. You placed your hands on his chest and bit your lip, quickly sliding all the way down till your clit touched his little patch of pubic hair.
You gasped, moaning loud as your pussy stretched around him, feeling so so full you couldn’t believe it. “Babe!” Eddie shouted and grunted, shuddering as his cock throbbed. Your brows furrowed, jaw dropped as you moaned like crazy.
“Eddie…oh- oh I can barely take it- y- y-your so big- Eddieee!” You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. He breathed a little heavy as he wrapped his arms around your back, kissing you gently.
“Holy shit, you’re so perfect!” He said and you whimpered. You lifted yourself up and slammed back down, nearly knocking the wind out of yourself. He was so deep, and so thick you could already feel yourself getting close.
You only bounced a few more times before you were cumming hard, screaming Eddie’s name and squeezing his cock so good he couldn’t even think straight. “Haggh! Good girl…yea, cum so f-fast on daddy’s cock” he said and you cried his name, whimpering as your orgasmed continued to hit you in waves, your clit twitching hard as your pussy spasmed around his dick
“I- Uhh! Eddie! It’s too much- it- ahhh!” You moaned, tears streaming down your face from overstimulation. He gently pulled you off and you panted heavily, resting against his chest. “Eddie…” you giggled and he hummed, caressing your hair.
He was a little upset at you for doing it without warning and pushing yourself too far, or so he thought. “Need it again…please?” You begged and he furrowed his brows. He sighed and said “it was too much for you”
“No, I want it again” you said and looked up at him, straddling his lap. He kissed you softly and said “you just calmed down from the first one, baby you need to relax for a second” “Ed’s…” you whined, pawing at his chest.
He rolled his eyes and said “turn around then,” You smiled and turned around so your ass was facing him and he sat up, getting ready for you to sink down on his cock. He kissed your neck a few times and said “come on, babe, let me feel that pussy again,”
“Thought you wante-” “shut up,” he whispered as he pushed you down on his dick, making you whimper. You let out a strangled moan, your thighs tensing slightly as you got used to the feeling again.
You took all of him, whimpering and writhing on his fat cock. He grunted and squeezed your hips, biting your shoulder slightly. You groaned and started to bounce, holding one of his hands and reaching behind you to pull at his hair with the other and keeping him buried in your neck, just where he liked.
“Fuck! It’s so good- it’s so good!” You babbled mindlessly. He grunted and chuckled, palming your ass. You were so fucking sensitive, you didn’t know if you were gonna be able to get him there before you came again.
He smiled as he watched you bounce on his cock, face twisted in pleasure as you pulled at his hair and squeezed his hair. He grunted and said “could watch you ride me all day, gorgeous…”
You mewled at that, groaning harshly when he started to fuck into you slightly, feeling like the wind was being knocked out of you. He smiled and ran a hand over to your front, pushing down on the bulge of his cock in your lower tummy. You gasped and looked down, moans growing louder at the realization of how big he was and how deep you were taking him.
You whined, crying out as you started to clench hard around him. He groaned and bucked his hips harder, wanting to cum with you. You gasped as your legs shook, a sob racking your body. You didn’t know what he was doing to you, you were cumming so easily and so hard you couldn’t handle it.
“Fuck, babe…so sensitive,” he said, rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed, your pussy clenching so hard as you squirted all over him. Your whole body was shaking, your breathing all kinds of messed up and your moans and whines flowing out freely.
Your mind felt fuzzy after you finally stopped, nearly slumping over if not for Eddie holding you. He got you off his dick, laying you next to him as you panted hard, clinging to him. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at his angrily red cock. He needed to cum so bad, and he knew you didn't mean to but fuck he was really worked up.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you started to apologize and he shushed you, kissing your head and holding you close to him. He smiled and said “it’s alright, princess. I know, I know, you just can’t handle me, hmm? Too big for my little princess”
You mewled, peppering kisses on his jawline as slick gushed from your pussy again. You were so tired and sore but you wanted to make him cum and you’d do anything to get him there.
“Ed’s…” you whimpered, grabbing his hip. He shook his head and said “babe, uh uh, you’re gonna overdo it. I’m good, I’ll take care of it” “no, no Eddie….please” you said and he sighed.
“One more,” he said and you nodded, biting your lip. He kissed you softly, swallowing the moans you let out when he cupped your pussy, playing with the stickiness between your folds and toying with your clit.
“So wet, baby,” he said, jerking himself off a little to get him somewhere. You gasped softly, your breathing shaky and irregular. He grunted and you mewled as you watched him fist his cock, the tip reaching above your belly button.
“I want it Eddie,” you whined quietly, looking up at him with pinched brows. He cursed at how adorable you looked, getting into missionary so he could see your pretty face while you came around his cock.
“Yea? What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he said and your breath hitched as his mushroom tip circled your clit. You whined and said “I…I want your cock, I want all of it! I want your cum inside me, please!”
“Shhh, pretty girl. I’m gonna give it to you real good, don't you worry” he said and kissed you softly, sliding himself in and thrusting at a good pace. Not too slow, not too fast, just enough to let you adjust to the feeling.
“Awh, so fucking tight…” he grunted and you whimpered. You squeezed his shoulders, nails digging in his skin. You furrowed your eyebrows, moaning Eddie’s name and squirming as he began to drill his cock into you.
He grunted, sucking your tits into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. God, he was a slut for your tits. Whining into your boobs, he sped up his pace as much as he could.
“Mmh…Ed- E-Eddie!” You moaned and he grunted, panting softly as his eyes squeezed shut. He thrusted hair, your pussy swallowing his dick and making him see stars. “fuck…” he whispered, squeezing the sheets beside you.
You whimpered, hands tangled in his hair as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Shit- shit uhh…oh god, I’m close!” You moaned and he moaned into your ear, your pussy squeezing him deliciously.
“I’m almost there baby….agh! Almost there!” He said and kissed your neck a few times, squeezing your arm slightly as he tried to keep the same angle that was making his dick throb so hard he thought it might fall off.
“I can’t….ahh! Don’t stop, don’t stop till- shit- till you…fuck!” You cried out as you squirted around him again, you were so sensitive but you needed him to cum at least once. He rubbed your clit, making your eyes roll back as your legs shook hard, stomach clenching as he thrusted as fast as he could until he finally exploded in you.
He nearly screamed as he came, burying his cock deep inside you, grunting and panting as he came endlessly. “Y/n- fuuuck! It’s too good- it’s too- ughhh!” He groaned, pumping his cock into you a few more times as his cock throbbed inside you.
“Baby…hey, hey look at me,” he said and caressed your face. Your eyes fluttered open as you whimpered, looking up at him. “Hurts…” you whimpered. He kissed your head and said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I knew I should’ve stopped I’m sorry. Why didn’t you use your safe word, huh?” “Just wanted to make you cum…” you muttered tiredly.
He sighed and started to pull out and you winced, pulling at his hair. “Ahh- babe! You know it’ll be okay once I’m out. Just relax,” he said and you sniffled. You curled over on your side once he pulled out, panting slightly.
Eddie grunted and stood up, collecting himself as he quickly realized that was not just any orgasm. He groaned and grabbed a towel to clean himself off. He winced, his dick super sensitive from the most amazing sex you two have ever had.
He put on clean underwear and made his way to the side you were facing, brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to do anything, you know? We don’t have to finish with each other, I don’t have to finish inside you, none of that. I only want you to feel good” he said and kissed your head a few times.
You moved to lay on your back and sighed as the exhaustion took over. “What about you though?” You asked, playing with his hair. He chuckled and said “I always feel good with you baby”
You rolled your eyes and he chuckled, wearing stupid boyish grin. He smoothed your hair back and kissed you softly, humming into the kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He said and you blushed, looking away.
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ruanmnei · 2 months ago
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Let Me Kiss Your Sorrows Away !
or, various HSR men regarding your insecurities.
characters. . . Blade, & JingYuan.
tags. . . afab!reader, fluff, comfort, gentle sex, soft characters in general lol, established relationships, pet names (love, babe, darling), body worship, this came to me cause I’m sure most are really caring towards their loved ones. i’m sorry if i accidentally mischaracterized them >.<
hi im alive guyz
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Chubby Body • Blade
to be frank, he genuinely doesn’t care about your looks and such, he loves you for who you are— simply you on the inside.
but, he can’t help but feel pity whenever your gaze lingers for too long on the mirror when you get ready for your date together.
he had said it multiple of times how he appreciated you no matter what you wear, or how much you weight, but it seems like his words just can’t get through your thick skull.
“hm…” you sighed as you looked at yourself on the mirror, occasionally looking from different angles to see how this outfit suits you.
you recently just bought this cute outfit set that you’ve been keeping an eye on for the longest time! but for some reason… it just doesn’t look right…it doesn’t look as good as it does on the model…
“you’ve been looking at the mirror for a while” he suddenly spoke up as he walked behind you.
“ah… well… i’m not sure if it looks good on me…” you said as you continued to fiddle with your top.
you can feel his gaze before his big hands rested on your shoulders, he moved as he traced your body, occasionally squeezing it. embarrassed, you looked away— just for him to squish your cheeks and make you watch yourself in front of the mirror.
“stop…” you mumbled as he planted a kiss on your shoulders, “mm, it seems like i need to take more actions so my words could finally reach that brain of yours.” he chuckled.
he carried you effortlessly as he made his way towards your shared bedroom, carefully laying you down, before placing a quick peck your lips.
“let me show you.” his tone soft yet demanding, you cant help but blush at how gentle he’s holding you— as if you were a frail petal.
he started undoing your top, slipping it off before kissing your stomach— squishing it occasionally, as well as rubbing your back, you squirmed in his touch and he just chuckled in response.
he peppered kisses on every part of your exposed skin, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, everything. as well as tracing your stretch marks and kissing them as well, “..all for me” he mumbled into your skin as he pinched your nipples and toyed with it. resulting a small gasp from you.
as his other hand was busy playing with your nipple, his mouth opted to show the other one some attention as well, licking long trails from your stomach before settling and sucking your boob.
your complaints goes unheard as he continued pleasuring you, as well as muttering you sweet nothings and praised your body for what it is. he carefully squeezed your waist and trace small stars on your body.
as you can feel the pressure building up, you grabbed his hair and stared at him with teary eyes , “blade— I-… I’m close….” you whimpered out, “mhm? then come, just let it go.” he simply replied.
as you reach your high, he squished your thighs, before finally letting go to kiss the tears off your cheeks, squishing your cheek together then kissing you on your lips, slightly biting at your bottom lips before letting go.
your jaw dropped as he started to undo his belt— maybe today’s date is cancelled…and it seems like he wont stop until you finally accepted his compliments— this will be a long night.
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Small Breasts + JingYuan
it never really occurred to you on what jingyuan’s type specifically, not until when you saw the pictures of his exes. their tits are practically 3x bigger than yours… maybe that’s where all of yours went.
you asked him about it, and he shrugged it off before kissing your forehead, reassuring you that ‘it wasn’t an issue’
it really wasn’t. but the parasites in your head kept thinking of it.
“got something to say, love?” his voice snapped you out of your trance.
tonight was like no other, your chest against his chest as you sat on his lap, his dick against your folds. he brings up a hand to caress your cheek, trying to soothe your worries away.
“if your not in the mood, you can always tell me, love” you shook your head, disagreeing.
“well then, do tell me, did something happen?” his voice smooth as honey, gosh, you just couldn’t get enough of him.
then it hits him.
“oh, love, trust me, it doesnt matter, did you really think id break up with you simply because of your chest?” he purred into your ear, before hugging you tightly.
“…still—“ “shh, do you not believe me?” he asked you as he kissed your jaw, “well… kind of. im sorry it’s just that—“ your words got caught off by the sudden kiss.
“you talk too much, love.” he chuckled before putting his large hands on your waist, hoisting it up, as he lines himself before gently putting you back down, resulting a choked moan escaping your mouth.
the burn was still there no matter how much jingyuan had fucked you in the past— his dick is just that good.
he gently laid you down on the soft mattress as he peppered kisses on your chest before playfully pinching one of your nipples.
overwhelmed by the sensation you can help but pull on his hair, he groaned in response but he continued playing with your nipples, sucking on one as his hand twist and pinched on the other.
“mm, so, so cute, love. just so perfect” he cooed as he gently pushed away strands of your hair from your face.
“you needn’t need to change, you’re perfect as it is.” he mumbled against your chest.
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planetpedri · 27 days ago
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HI! I saw you write for Criminal Minds and I was wondering if you could write for Emily Prentiss where she and reader work alongside one another like majority of the times, and maybe one of them (doesn’t matter who) is particularly irritable where it makes the other want nothing more than to just comfort them and it’s slight angst to comfort? (They’re each others work crush!) 💚
Please be rude — Emily Prentiss.
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Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader
Summary: This case was getting to Emily. You could see it throughout the day, she was growing more and more agitated. So you take her aside and try to get her to relax.
Word count: 500
Disclaimer/s: Mentions of potential murder , abduction , all the average criminal minds stuff , light angst , comfort !
A/N: clearing out my drafts before my trip yipee !
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Emily paced back and forth across the white tiles that lined the mall. A young girl had gone missing, potentially an abduction, and for some reason it was really getting to her. You stood a few feet away, leaning against one of the miscellaneous tables as you watched her with concern.
“Em..” You sigh out, pushing off the table. “Do you need a break?”
“No. No, i’m fine.” She snaps, her eyes widening as she realizes. “Sorry. That was rude. Something just feels off.” The raven haired woman shakes her head, running a hand over the back of her hair until she grasps the back of her neck to rub it lightly.
You nod in understanding, chewing on your bottom lip. “How about we go make coffee and you tell me about it? Hmm?”
Emily reluctantly agrees, dropping her hands to her side. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
Leading the way, you find the cafeteria. One of the workers agrees to make you two a coffee free of charge. While you wait, the two of you stand back. “So, what’s bugging you?”
“I just…” She glances up at you, “I just have this gut feeling, and it won’t go away.” She shrugs it off, shaking her head. “It could be nothing.”
Frowning, you reach out to the woman, squeezing her shoulder. “Hey, if you feel something, there’s a reason why. Don’t ignore it.”
Emily smiles at the small act of affection. She lifts her hand to cover yours, “okay, okay. Once we get our coffee, i’ll find Hotch.”
You give her a quick smile, trying to ignore the lurch in your stomach at her touch. “Perfect. How are you adjusting to the team, by the way?” You ask as you reach for the coffee’s the barista handed you. “Thank you.” You nod at her before turning back to Emily and hand her one.
Emily blows at the hole in the lid to cool it down. “Good, this is very different from my last job, but still, i’m adjusting well.” She smiles up at you for a moment, “you’ve been a major help, of course.”
Chuckling, you take a small sip. “Glad to be of service.” You’d been watching her intently since she had started talking, noticing what made her relax. “Okay, let’s go find Hotch, and you tell me about this hunch of yours, yeah?”
Emily swallows, “yeah.”
“Come on newbie.” You grin, nudging your shoulder against hers as the two of you make your way to where you knew your boss would be.
“Oh, before we go in,” Emily stops you with a hand on your arm. You turn to her with a quirked eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Thank you, for that. I know you were trying to calm me down. I appreciate that, I appreciate you.”
A warm feeling grows in your chest. “Of course, Em. Any time, any place, i’m here to help.”
Emily’s eyes flickered across your face, a small smile on her lips. “Right back at you.”
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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !
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elliesflwrgirl · 1 year ago
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cw, top!ellie, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, light bondage, pet names (sweet girl, good girl, etc.)
summary: cheating with ellie pt 2 FINALLY.
tags: @jjmaybankslittleslut @4rl0qq @gold-dustwomxn there u goooo
if u enjoy pls reblog and like!! i love u.
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you lay cradled in ellie’s arms after another night of fucking behind amber’s back. you lay against ellie in just an old tee shirt of hers, ellie runs her fingers through your hair, staring down at you. she notices the slight crease between your brows and frowns slightly. “what’s wrong?” she brushes some hair out of your face.
“nothing,” you fake a soft smile and she shakes her head. “no cmon, tell me. you can tell me anything.” she hums before placing a kiss on the side of your head. “i feel guilty, els. i just…i hate doing this.” you sigh and ellie’s body language changes.
“you hate doing what?” you hear the hurt in her voice and you’re quick to comfort her. “no, not…this. i hate going behind her back…it makes me feel shitty.” you shrug and she nods her head.
“well…do you wanna stop?” ellie stares down at you and you think for a moment. “i think we should…” your words weren’t the entire truth. things were complicated. yes, you loved amber. yes, you loved fucking ellie. and yes…you loved ellie. but, what if this went sideways? what if you did breakup with amber, and things with ellie went wrong and you lost her. even thinking about it was unbearable. you couldn’t, and wouldn’t ruin this friendship. it wasn’t an option.
ellie nodded her head, “oh…okay then.” she lightly scoffed before pulling away from you. scooting to the other end of the bed. “you should get going, ambers gonna wake up soon, it’s almost six am.” she brushes her hair out of her face. “and i’ve got patrol in the morning so…yeah you should go.”
you knew she was hurt, you could see it written on her face. a frown overtook your face, “ellie, don’t be like that.” you move toward her and she stands up. “be like what? like someone who basically just got dumped? because it feels pretty damn shitty.” she scoffs and you stand up, reaching for her hand.
she takes a step back, “i’m gonna shower…do me a favor? be gone when i get out.” she sighs before walking to the bathroom. you stand for a moment. realizing just how fucked this whole thing is.
you gather your things, putting your clothes back on and quickly slipping out into the night.
you walk back in through the back door of your house, quietly climbing back into bed. you see ambers hair scatter against pillows and you just feel guilt creep up inside of you.
the next morning you wake up to amber’s head laid on your chest, your arms wrapped around her. she yawned softly, running her thumb over your hips. it all felt wrong. she felt wrong. “morning,” she smiled and pressed a kiss to your stomach. you give a soft smile before she climbs off of you, and as you watch her leave the room, a part of you wishes she was ellie.
it was sickening, the way within the span of the past couple of weeks you had spent with ellie, it changed everything. ellie changed everything. suddenly all the moments you spent without ellie become more obvious that she wasn’t around, and you craved her. you craved her smell, her touch, her voice. you missed her even when you just saw her.
you climb out of bed to find amber in the kitchen making breakfast. toast and eggs. you rubbed your tired eyes, seeing as you were running on two hours of sleep, you were utterly exhausted. “want some?” amber mumbled as she was making her plate. you nodded, “mhm”
you seemed to be lost in your own world as you ate. thinking about ellie. thinking about how you left her last night. thinking about how should’ve told her the truth. you’re scared. scared as fuck to ruin this. to lose her.
“hello?” you hear ambers voice echo and you look up at her. “sorry, what?” she rolls her eyes at you, sighing. “i’m going out with friends tonight, i won’t be home till later.” you nod your head, not fully comprehending anything she said.
the rest of the day you were on auto-pilot. your thoughts only surrounded ellie, was she okay? was she still upset? what was she thinking? was she thinking about this as much as you? is this what you really want? you hated how this all came down to ellie vs amber. you hated it all. why couldn’t your girlfriend like your friend? is that what you and ellie were? friends?
it all just gave you a headache.
later that night you sat on the couch, reading some book ellie recommended. amber came out of the room in a small red dress, makeup done, hair done. you furrow your brows, “where are you going?” you stare at her and she frowns slightly.
“oh, i told you earlier i’m going out with a friend.” she hums, slipping on her heels. you close the book, “can i join?” you could use the distraction. “you wouldn’t like it. lots of dancing, you hate dancing.” she sighs and you furrow your brows. you loved dancing.
you nod your head slowly, “do i?” you laugh sarcastically and she looks over at you. “yes? you told me you did. plus, you never drink as much as me and it makes things less fun.” she shrugs as she checks herself in the mirror.
well fuck if that didn’t hurt…you furrow your brows and stand from the couch. “why’re your being so weird about this? do you not want me to come?” you ask and she turns around quickly. “what? why would you say that? why would i not want you to come?” she scoffs, checking her lipstick.
“well…you’re just coming up with excuses…it’s okay to say you don’t want me to come, we all need our space.” you hum and she rolls her eyes. “please don’t act like this right now.” as the words leave her lips a hint of anger hits you.
“what the fuck does that mean?” you scoff and she looks at you. “like some jealous bitch. i’m just going dancing with a couple friends.” she spews and you don’t let the fact it went from friend to friends.
“i’m the jealous bitch? that’s fucking rich coming from you.” you bark and she widens her eyes. “oh what now? gonna call me some jealous crazy bitch for saying ellie wants to fuck you? we all know it, everybody besides you!” she points her finger at you and runs her hands through her hair.
“jealous bitch, yes. crazy maybe not so much.” you huff and she raises her brows. “what the fuck does that mean?” she raises her voice and you roll your eyes. “what do you think it means, amber? ellie and i fucked! are you happy? you were right!” you scream and she widens her eyes.
“you fucked her?…you fucking bitch.” she scoffs. “not exactly unpredictable.” she grabs her bag and starts towards the door.
“don’t bother coming back.” you spit out and she scoffs under her breath. “wasn’t fucking planning on it.” and with that she slams the door.
a scoff leaves your lips that soon turns your to a laugh. it was all just so fucking bittersweet. you were hurt…upset even, but another part of you was just itching to tell ellie.
you grabbed your shoes, tugging them on your feet and heading to ellie’s. once you reach her doorstep fear creeps in. what if she doesn’t want to see you? what if she doesn’t care?
you place a soft knock on the door, nothing. another one. nothing. you knock harder and the door comes swinging open. ellie, in her sports bra and boxers, rubs her sleepy eyes. you widen yours, “fuck, i’m so sorry.” you shake your head and she leans against the door frame.
“what’re you doing here?” she rasped sleepily and looked at you. “i…um, i broke up with amber. i told her about…us.” you rush out and ellie furrows her brows. “you broke up with amber?”
you nod your head and she moves from the door way, “well, you wanna come in?” she sighs and you nod softly.
you walk past her and into the living room, looking back as she shuts the door. “so…” she sighs, “why’d you break up with her?”
you almost scoff, because, what kind of question is that? “you. well…i told her we fucked…and told her not to come back.” you shrug and ellie laughs dryly, “how’d she take that? you telling her we fucked.” she has a cocky smirk all over her face.
“she said it was expected, and called me a fucking bitch.” you fight back a smile as you say it and ellie grins, “fuck, i wish i’d seen her face.” she takes a step closer to you.
“god your so…” you trail off as you look up at ellie. her eyes full of something dark, and heated. “so…she’s out of the picture now?” she keeps taking steps towards you, causing you to subconsciously take steps back until your back hits the wall.
you nod your head, your throat feeling dry from all of this tension. “completely out of the picture.” you speak softly and she nods her head. her eyes fall to your lips, “so does that mean i can still do this?” her hands find your hips, pressing hers against yours. you nod your head, “mhm”
“and, can i do this?” her hand finds the base of your neck, gently holding it, pulling your face closer. her lips inches from yours. her breath hits your lips and you hold your breath. the feeling over her hands on your felt euphoric.
her lips press yours, softly at first but it quickly becomes a feverish, desperate kiss. you grip at her hips, and she groans against your lips. ellie grips your hips, walking you backwards through the doorway of her bedroom.
she presses a soft kiss to your lips before shoving you down onto the bed. a soft laugh coming from your lips before ellie’s hovering above you. her lips softly touch yours, a soft hum leaving her lips. she kisses down your jaw, her hands running down your sides. her hands wrap around your wrists, slowly bringing them up and pinning them over your head.
kissing up to your ear, “keep your hands up there for me, sweet girl.” she kisses down your neck, pulling your tee shirt up and off of you. she kisses down your chest, placing kisses between your tits, kissing down your sternum slowly.
she hums softly as she places a kiss against your hip, undoing your belt and pull it off of you. she straddles your hips and grabs your wrists, tying the belt around them. pinning them down once again and look down at you, “look so pretty like this, all helpless.” she murmurs as she climbs off of you.
she pulls your pants down and off of you, tossing them onto the ground. running her hands up your thighs, gripping at them. a soft whine leaving your lips at the roughness of her grip. you wanted to touch her, and you wanted her to touch you.
she hums, placing soft kisses up your thighs. “you wanna know how good i can make you feel when you’re all mine?” she looks up at you and you nod softly. “please,” you whine. “so needy,” she tsks.
she presses her tongue against your cunt, feel how wet you are against her lips. a soft low moan leaves your lips. she runs her tongue up and down your slit slowly, a torturous speed. she hums against you, gently circling her tongue against your clit.
a whimper leaves your lips as she does. your head tilting back, gently grinding your hips against her face. she pushes your hips down against the bed, “stay down,” she mumbles before dipping her head back down, gently sucking on your clit.
your hands pull against the leather of your belt, noticing they’re tighter than you imagined. a moan leaves your lips “fuck, ellie—“ she nods and hums against your cunt, “louder. want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” she demands and pushes two fingers into you. curling them deeper into you, a loud moan falls from your lips. “ellie, oh my god—“
“yeah that’s right,” she hums before she flicks her tongue against your clit, thrusting her fingers into you at an intoxicating speed. you toss your head back into the pillows, a whine leaving your lips.
she curls her fingers in you, massaging that perfect spot deep inside of you. you arch your back, moaning softly. ellie pushes your hips back down, moaning softly against your cunt. “i’m gonna cum,” you whimper softly.
ellie nods softly as you whine. she gently sucks on your clit as she repeatedly hits that spot inside of you.
as your orgasm washes over you, ellie doesn’t stop, she doesn’t even slow down. she flicks her tongue against your clit repeatedly, still hitting that spot deep inside of you.
“ellie—“ you whine as your thighs close around her head. she pulls your legs apart, opening them up and moaning against your cunt. “tastes so sweet,” she murmurs.
you grind against her face, a moan leaving your lips. everything felt so much more sensitive, yet so good. a whimper leaves your lips, “fuck”
she flicks her tongue against your clit, causing you to arch your back. you whine loudly, “ellie, please i can’t take it,” you attempt to close your legs again but she stops you, you could feel the bruises forming from her grip.
“yes you can, you’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me again.” she demands and you moan softly nodding your head. she flicks her tongue against your clit faster, a soft whine leaving your lips.
“god, ellie” you moan loudly, tugging against the leather of the belt again. it left a slight burn as you did, but somehow it made this all the more enjoyable.
you felt your second orgasm building in your stomach. ellie pushes her tongue into you, her nose pushing up against your clit.
you grind your hips down against her nose, moaning softly at the feeling. she pushes her tongue in and out of you, moaning softly against you as she does.
“i’m so close, don’t stop” you moan, tossing your head back. she moves her nose against you, a whine leaving your lips. your legs close around her head as your orgasm hits you, “ellie,” you whine as your coming.
she pulls away, pushing two fingers into you as she stares down at you. “this is all mine, you know that don’t you? you were mine the second you showed up at that bar.” she spits as she thrusts her fingers into you.
soft whimpers leaving your lips, “isn’t that right?” she teases and you nod your head. a hard slap comes down on your thigh. “words.” she demands.
“yes, fuck— i’m all yours, ellie” you moan. “and you always have been.” she hums.
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bengals-barnesbabe · 5 months ago
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Open Practice
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Pairing: CJ Stroud X Black!FemReader
Description: Football players, in your experience, are either childish, toxic or horrible communicators; your ex just so happened to be all of the above. But it’s been a few years and people can change. Or will a certain qb decide to pick up the pieces your ex left behind?
Warnings: Toxic Ex!Brevin Jordan
Word Count: 800+
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Walking into NRG Park felt odd. You’ve been to a football stadium before but not before noon or because your ex-boyfriend invited you to his open practice. Your relationship was like open practice actually, you practiced being the best girlfriend and he liked being open, for everyone.
Texas was huge, they were right when they said everything’s bigger in Texas. Including egos, you realized when you received a text from Brevin minutes after tagging Houston in your story.
From: No Air Jordan 🏈
Hey baby, heard you were in my city😁 Swing by tmr’s practice and watch me cook then I’ll show ya around 😉
You honestly thought he must’ve taken too many shots to the head, your breakup consisted of a few long texts and pure ignorance so you assumed he got the idea. Yet here you are sitting in the bleachers of the Houston stadium. You wandered around for a total of 15 minutes searching for somewhere to sit. Brevin only sent the one text so you had no idea where to go or where he even was. You almost left and forgot about him but a player in a #7 jersey stopped you.
“Excuse me, are you okay?” Damn dreads, pretty eyes and perfect ass lips.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was invited by someone on the team, but he’s not replying to me. So I was just gonna go.” You replied sheepishly.
“That’s cool, but if you want you could come over to my section. We’ll be done in about an hour and the view’s better over here.” He smiled.
He was cute, smooth and nothing like B, exactly your type. “Yea, I think I’d like that..”
“Oh sorry, I’m CJ. Quarterback.” Team leader = good communication. Noted.
“Y/n.” A whistle went off and grabbed CJ’s attention. “I guess that means ‘back to work.”
“Yea, we’ll talk after practice.” He flashed his award-winning smile once more then jogged back to center field. I’m definitely staying.
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Watching CJ- the Texans practice was actually pretty fun, you never could pay attention during their real games because of the boisterous crowd, but here on the secluded practice field you could actually focus on the players and didn’t have large men yelling in your ears.
Truth be told CJ looked electric out there. Everything he did lit up the light crowd, which makes sense with all his clean complete passes. His offense was ten times better than their defense, which sucks when it comes to game time, but what can you do?
Every once in a while he’d look back at our section and smile, just for a moment you let yourself believe it’s you he’s looking at.
Unbeknownst to you and Stroud, Brevin also noticed how he was looking in your direction. His face would tense up and for each play he’d ignore all instructions and go after the quarterback. Since he was on defense it wasn’t that long of a stretch between his duties and his actions, but he got pancaked after every attempt.
By the time practice was over, your ex was even more angered than before thanks to the amount of bruises he accumulated over the last two hours. Then he saw you and CJ talking, suddenly all his anger was justified.
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“I really enjoy talking to you Y/n. Is there any way I can persuade you into joining me in getting a bite to eat?” You lightly bit your bottom lip, the corners curling upwards at his question.
“I would love that-
“I hope you know she hates barbecue, and she don’t do relationships especially with athletes.” The voice of your emotionally incompetent egomaniac ex boyfriend interrupts you from afar.
Rolling your eyes you decide to pay him no mind and just turn back to the nice guy in front of you. “As I was saying, lunch sounds great.”
Then Brevin inserts himself again, now only the field barricade separates you. “You should know who you’re getting involved with CJ, they call her Jennifer because she’s a maneater.” He wears a mischievous grin and defensive stance.
You scoff, “a maneater who’s only here because my loser ex boyfriend slid in my DMs the second I got to Texas. A maneater that was thinking about maybe hearing you out after our relationship went wrong. Even better, a maneater that was nothing but faithful to your misogynistic womanizer ass.”
“If I’m such a misogynistic womanizer why did you come?” He smirks thinking he finally got one over you.
“I heard your quarterback was way bigger than you, so I had to come check that out.” He flared his nostrils, and stormed off the field, but not before spiking his helmet.
“Jordan you’re getting fined for that!”
CJ chuckles to himself, impressed at the way you handled him. “Did you mean it?” He smirked.
You lean over the barricade and breathily whisper in his ear. “Every word.”
Then pull back to watch his face as he sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth.
“Let’s get outta here.”
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Walking out of NRG Park felt odd. Not because of unsatisfying BJ, but because it was the first time you’ve walked out of a football stadium and enjoyed the outcome of events.
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A/N: this sat in my drafts for too long, but I’m overcoming my posting anxiety and letting it see the light. Also I hit 100 followers🤭 tysm babes.
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matcha-milkies · 2 months ago
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MARRIED LIFE
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Summary: Bill Cipher gets everything he ever wanted, including (especially) a “marriage” to his favorite human. Ford and Stan disagree about where to go from here.
Relationships: Bill Cipher/Ford Pines
Content Warnings: Forced Marriage, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, (Forced) Alcohol Use
Tags: Triangle Bill, Canon Divergence - Weirdmageddon, Bill Cipher Wins, Collars
Word Count: 1,556
Link to AO3: Here
A/N: I don’t know yet whether I’ll post a second chapter. Perhaps! These gay little cartoon characters sure are fun to write.
Ford looked out over the sprawling destruction that was Gravity Falls. One arm crossed over his abdomen, in the other he nursed a cocktail glass topped off with swirling golden liquid. Bill was none too pleased if he came back and there was ever any left, but Ford could only stand so much of the stuff in one gulp. Besides, if he drank too quickly, the toll on his body was nothing to scoff at. He still had no idea what was even in it. Every time he had asked, Bill’s eye had simply creased in silent amusement, or else he had gone on talking like the man had never said anything.
Little fires dotted the landscape all over. Well, they weren’t so little, were they? Ford always made himself sick with these viewing sessions, but it was the only stimulating thing to do around here, aside from pinging out notes on the piano. And besides, why should he be spared from all the misery? If he was sheltered from it, up in his obsidian tower, the very least he could do was feel bad about it. He took another sip from his glass and grimaced. Great Scott, that was disgusting.
“Sixer?” The name sent unpleasant ripples across Ford’s nerves, but when he turned and saw his twin’s face, he let himself relax. A little.
“Stanley, you’re alright.”
“I better be. That was part of the deal and all…” Stan dusted off the sleeves of his suit, looking around. “Wouldn’t want you, uh… suffering for nothing.” His eyes traveled from the painting over the fireplace and then to the lavish, dark red robe Ford had cinched around his waist.
“Bill had a different flavor of suffering in mind for me.” As if to punctuate that statement, he tilted back his drink and nearly coughed it up again.
“Yeesh.”
“It tastes like bitter defeat,” Ford explained. He saw the face his brother was making. “I’m not being poetic, Stanley. He somehow made it taste like the actual poignant sting of failure. I would offer you to try some if I didn’t think it was slowly poisoning me.”
“Yeah, pass on that one. Why don’t you just dump it out in the sink? You do have a sink in here, don’t you?”
“Ah, yes, of course, why didn’t I think of that?” Ford’s expression softened, and he sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be snippy. It’s just… He would know. By the time I’m to the bottom of one of these, I’m… different. For quite some time.”
Stan seemed to be snapping these pieces together in his head, the drink, the robe, the golden “wedding band” around Ford’s throat. Clearly, it was forming a picture he didn’t like. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”
Ford eyed him and then let his gaze drop.
“Poindexter? You’ve been thinkin’ up a plan, right?”
“Of course I have! Every second of every hour, and I just keep hitting dead ends. He’s virtually omnipotent. I’m bound by contract to him, and even me thinking of ways to get out of it could give him a reason to renege on his end of the deal and hurt you! Or worse, the kids!”
“So that’s just it?! We lie down and roll over?!”
“I-I don’t know, Stanley. I’m mated.” Off his brother’s look, he added, “That’s a chess term.”
“I-I know it is! But could you not use it next time?”
Ford sank down onto the flesh couch. He hated that it hardly bothered him anymore. “Maybe this is it. Maybe… I’m meant to accept this fate, as punishment for—”
“Stop! Stop that! Do you hear yourself?” Stan strode forward until he was in his brother’s face. “You’re this pathetic? You hand the universe over to Bill Cipher on a silver platter and then give up?! You’re probably the only one smart enough to think up a way out of this mess, so how about less wallowing and more scheming?! Who cares what happens to me?!”
Ford screwed his eyes shut as he was berated. “I do! What kind of idiotic question is that?”
“And the kids, you want them to grow up in a world where Bill Cipher is king?!”
“Of course not, but you don’t know the things he’d do to them if I acted out, Stan! He’s not going to spare them because they’re children! He will torture them!”
Stan smacked the glass out of Ford’s hand. It shattered on the floor. Ford gaped. “Stan, you shouldn’t have—”
“I don’t care what he thinks! Neither should you!”
“Stop framing it like I’m on his side!”
“Aren’t you, now?!”
“I’m only trying to be pragmatic about our options! And thank God I am, or who knows where we’d all be right now?!”
Ford froze then, his muscles tensing at a familiar presence in the room.
“YIKES. Who knew the family reunion would get this VOLATILE?” Bill circled them with glee, his eye trained on them all the while. “HEY, I guess I’m part of the family now too, isn’t that right, Fez?” He looped an arm around a growling Stanley and wiggled his ring finger. “We’re brothers-in-law! Ha! Who would’ve thought?”
“Bill.” Ford’s breaths were painfully shallow. “I—”
“And Sixer!” Bill was suddenly in his face, his eye taking up the majority of Ford’s field of vision. “I had NO IDEA you thought about me this much when I’m away! That’s so sweet!” With no warning, his eye turned to a mouth and trailed saliva up Ford’s cheek and temple, leaving his glasses askew and his face scrunched up in distaste. The demon’s eye blinked back to normal. “WELL? Where’s my WELCOME HOME KISS?”
Once he had gathered himself enough, Ford leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on Bill’s face, near the corner of his eye. Bill giggled like a little schoolgirl.
“OH NO. It looks like somebody was REAL CLUMSY! Let me refresh your drink, doll!” The shattered glass reassembled itself and floated into Ford’s hand. The liquid leached out of the carpet, pouring itself back into place. “You hardly drank any! Here, let me help with that.”
“Bill—” was all Ford managed before his head was tilted back and about half of the glass’s contents were dumped down his throat. He gagged and almost choked, but somehow got it all down. When he was allowed to hold his head upright again, he found it quite the effort to do so. His brain felt fuzzy and full of cotton. There was a weird glittery filter over the world. He felt far more relaxed, despite the pounding point of tension persisting at the back of his mind. Any worry was now faint, like a distant star.
“Ford!” Stan shouted, but it was difficult to care that that was happening.
“Mhm,” was all he said in response, finally letting his head loll and his eyes close. “Mmm.”
“He’s just so TENSE all the time,” Bill explained casually. “This is how I get him to LOOSEN UP. And hey, I guess it makes it harder for him to YELL at you too. You’re welcome.”
“You’re sick, you three-sided freak!” Stan shook his fist, almost like a threat, as if he could do anything to the dream demon. “I’ll end you!”
“DOING AWAY WITH THE PRETENSE, HUH?”
“Pretense,” Ford laughed for some reason, stretching himself across the full length of the couch and propping his head up with his forearm. This seemed to delight Bill, who began petting through the man’s hair.
“IT IS A PRETTY FUNNY WORD, ISN’T IT, IQ?” The demon swirled the drink a little and then brought it to Ford’s lips.
“Mhm,” Ford agreed, his response partially muffled by the glass as he sipped down more of the mysterious golden liquor.
“SEE? I enjoy the MENTAL SPARRING, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes that big brain of his gets in the way.” Bill affectionately tapped the side of Ford’s head as he let the quarter-full drink hang in midair. “ANYHOO.” He rotated to face Stan head-on; the movement was uncanny. “You should get back to the twins! Cook up another adorable scheme that’s doomed to fail! Sixer and I will watch from up here!”
“S’anley,” Ford slurred, shaking his head in protest, but he didn’t get very far in his thought before Bill pressed the rim of the glass to his lips again. “B- ill– please- I-I can… can’t…” The room was spinning now, violently, and he felt like he was going to be sick. It was like he was speedrunning a very bad hangover.
“SURE YOU CAN! Don’t worry, I won’t let you throw up.” Another pat on the head, and Ford groaned his distress as his throat bobbed and the last of the liquid disappeared down his esophagus.
“Unh… S’an… Stan…” His head dropped onto the couch, eyes struggling to focus.
“Sixer.” Stan started towards his twin, but before he could make it more than two steps, Bill snapped his fingers and Stan was gone, returned to where he’d come from. The demon sank onto the couch and arranged Ford until his head was on his lap (however much of a lap Bill had), fingers continuing to card through his hair.
“Come on. Don’t look at me like that, Fordsy. The relatives can come to visit another time.”
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thefallennightmare · 2 years ago
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Ménage à Trois-Five
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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff.
Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.
A/N: SURPRISE BITCHES! I was looking at all of my work in progress' in my drafts and saw this story and thought it would be a fantastic idea to update this story that has been on hiatus for a while now. This story might be a 'if i have time, I'll update.' Also, HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!
Tags(open): @matisse030502 @buckystevelove @floral-recs @inlovewithametalarm @buckies-dolle @cjand10 @matchat3a @kamaria-sweet-writes @pono-pura-vida @miikayywhocares @kunaikunari @mousee555 @akmenia
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My feet paced anxiously throughout the small apartment, waiting for Steve and Bucky to return. It had been hours since I last saw either of them and my heart ached with worry.  
Before I could spiral even more, thinking the worst, the front door opened and in walked Bucky followed by Steve, who wore the proudest smile I’d ever seen cross his lips. 
“Where the fuck have you two been?! I’ve been worried sick,” my voice echoed. 
Immediately I cringed when I realized I sounded like a worried mother yelling at her two children. 
Bucky gave me an apologetic kiss to the side of my head, arm wrapping around my side. 
“I’m sorry, doll. Steve and I stopped at the bar down the road for some drinks. To celebrate,” he informed. 
I shook my head, confused. “I thought we were coming back here to celebrate you leaving in the morning.” 
“It was for me,” Steve spoke. 
He continued when I still wore the confused expression. “I got accepted into the army.” 
My face fell, shock and anger took over. 
“I’m sorry, what? How?” 
“Some German scientist heard his sob story and gave him a chance. Can you believe that?” Bucky said, the tone in his voice a clear indication that he was not happy about it. 
And neither was I. 
“Steve, we love you. But there’s absolutely no way you would survive one day out there. Your asthma alone could kill you,” I said. 
Steve stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “Don’t you think I should at least get a chance?”
The way he sounded so broken chipped at the crack in my heart that had slowly begun to crack the minute I found out Bucky had been drafted. The only glue that held it together was that I knew Steve would still be here with me. 
“Of course you do, Stevie. But I can’t lose you too,” I choked out a sob, my bottom lip trembled. 
His face softened and hesitated to reach for me, unsure if Bucky would step in to comfort me. 
He did. 
Bucky pulled me into his chest, soothing my cries with soft circles to my back. His lips ghosted over my forehead as I clutched his jacket into my fists. I had kept up this great facade that I was okay with Bucky leaving tomorrow but now that it’s less than twelve hours away, I was a wreck and needed something to keep my mind off of it. 
“Hey, look at me,” Bucky lifted my chin with a finger. “I’ll be okay. So will Steve. We’ll come back home to you.”
“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” I sighed. 
Bucky cupped my cheek, his warm breath fanning over my lips. “Good, because we need to talk about something else.” 
With our fingers linked, he led me towards our couch while Steve took a seat in the lone chair across from it. The way they were acting made me worry about what exactly we needed to talk about. 
“What’s going on?” I questioned. 
Bucky brought my knuckles to his mouth, lips pressing soft kisses over each one. 
“Steve and I have been talking,” he began. 
I nodded, urging him to continue. “And?” 
He gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “How would you feel about sharing yourself with him?” 
I blinked in surprise. “Wh-what? As in a relationship?” 
Bucky nodded. “It’s nothing new to us, we’ve shared girls in the past.” 
I looked between the two men, lips falling open in shock while Steve gave a small shrug. 
“If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’ve slept with.” 
The corners of my mouth pulled up in a slight smile, the ego boost I felt knowing that Steve chose me in order to lose his virginity to; with Bucky’s blessing. 
“You shared before?” I turned back to Bucky. 
He nodded. “It wasn’t anything serious in the past. But with you, we want to make it serious.” 
“I don’t know, I still feel like you’re trying to pull my leg.” I said unsure. 
“Doll,” Bucky grasped my chin between his thumb and fore finger. “I’ve been serious about everything up until now. Why would I be messing around about this?” 
I shrugged, unsure how to answer him. 
“So, what do you say?” He asked with hope in his eyes. 
I bit my tongue, weighing the options around in my mind. It was everything I had been wanting lately, both of my best guys with me. The three of us cared for one another and it only made sense to make it official. 
“Should we have rules or?” I asked, still confused about the whole situation. 
Bucky nodded. “It doesn't have to be such a headache like you think it is. If you want us both one night, you can have that. Or if you want only one of us, that’s fine. Whatever you’re comfortable with, Y/N.” 
“So,” I treaded carefully over my next words. “If, while you’re gone, Steve and I want to sleep together, that’s fine with you?” 
He answered my question with a fiery kiss, a moan rumbled from my throat. 
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Bucky repeated. 
I nodded. “Okay then.” 
The two men shared a look, a large grin spread to both of their faces, and I couldn’t stop myself from smacking Bucky’s chest. “You knew I would say yes, huh?” 
He shrugged. “I knew it from the moment you two slept together.” 
I looked between the two men, who were now my boyfriends. “So, what do we do now?” 
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Naked, sweat glistened bodies tangled together in the sheets, our breaths of ecstasy bouncing off of the walls. Steve was below me as I straddled him, hips rocking up and down his cock, while Bucky was behind me with his cock sliding in and out of my hole, something that was forbidden before this arrangement. 
“Are you okay?” Bucky kissed my ear. 
All I could do was nod, too far gone in my desire filled haze to form words. 
Steve groaned below me, hips stalling, and I knew what this meant so I urged him on with my slow, languid movements, my own orgasm fast approaching. 
“Not yet,” Bucky ordered. 
“Bucky,” I whined. 
A small yelp fell from my lips when I felt a hard smack to my ass then Bucky lifted Steve up against the headboard, the new position causing my vision to blur, almost tilting me over the edge. 
In this new three-way, Steve had gained a confidence I had never seen before and sloppy kissed me then began biting and nipping at the skin of my neck, hand pushing the strap of my shirt farther down my shoulder. 
We had been in such a haste to feel one another that I was the only one with clothes still on. 
While Steve continued to thrust his cock up into my folds, the tip hitting that spot and Bucky’s own cock pulsating against the tight walls of my asshole, it was all becoming too much, my orgasm on the verge of washing over me. Buck knew it, too, because with a firm thumb pressed on the small bundle of nerves between my legs, he allowed me that final release I needed. 
“Oh,” I moaned, a bright light casting over my vision as my ears rang with the force of my orgasm. 
My pussy contracted on Steve’s cock as my juices spilled over him and it was what he needed to release his own into the condom, hands gripping tightly at my hips. 
Bucky wasn’t finished, though. Once Steve had calmed from his high, Bucky pulled me off of him and laid me onto the bed, my body exhausted from that one orgasm. 
“I can’t,” I shook my head. “Too much.” 
“Yes you can, doll. I’m so close,” Bucky cooed. 
He quickly slipped on a condom before he filled me and I slightly grimaced, the size comparison between him and Steve almost coming as a shock. While Steve’s cock was skinny but long, Bucky’s was thick, the veins capturing every crevice. But as soon as he began moving his hips, I adjusted to him quickly and wrapped my legs around his back, Bucky burying his cock deeper into me. 
“Shit, Y/N. So good,” Bucky huffed in my ear. 
Steve lay still next to us, trying his best to calm himself for his heart, but that didn’t stop him from watching us. 
For the second time, I felt heat pool low in my belly, spreading quickly to my core as my skin felt on fire. My orgasm wrecked through me, without warning, as I wailed out his name, Bucky swallowing it with his tongue, hips stuttering as his own climax shot into the condom. 
Bucky collapsed beside me and I snuggled closer into his chest, him pulling Steve closer to us which in turn made Steve wrap his arms around me from behind. We stayed in that position for a while, letting ourselves calm, our breaths becoming steady finally. 
It was when the mask was pulled off of us that I remembered tonight was going to be my last night with Bucky for a while. 
Possibly forever. 
I blinked away the thought, tears welling in the corners of my eyes. 
Bucky heard the small sniffle and lifted my chin up towards him, not saying a word. He didn’t have too, he knew what I was feeling, what was too hard for me to express. 
We shared a deep, loving kiss. 
“I’ll be okay, doll.” 
I sniffled once more. “I know.” 
Steve’s grip tightened behind me. “You still have me for a bit.” 
I turned in his embrace and placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Stevie.” 
This night would be the last night for quite some time that the three of us would lay tangled together.
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something-tofightfor · 2 years ago
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Competing For Christmas 9: Here Comes Santa Claus
Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader
Word Count: 
Rating: E. It’s happening.
Summary: 12,336
Din still being in Mistletoe is just so he can keep his promise to say goodbye, right? 
Author’s notes:
Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for being patient. Thank you for all of the yelling in comments and reblogs and in my DMs. 
We’re almost at the end - and I’m starting to get sad about it. 
This chapter is a massive thank you - and a very late Christmas present from me to you. 
** Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter. ** 
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We need to talk? “Yeah, Din. We do.” You pulled on Grogu’s leash, urging the dog forward and toward his owner. 
As the two of you neared the man, the dog began to whine. 
You glanced up at Din and the man nodded twice, so you let go of the leash and then stopped moving. You watched as Grogu went back to Din, taking a seat by his feet and then settling his paws in the thin layer of snow that covered the ground. “Sheber olar, Grogu.”
It got quiet then, and as the flakes continued to swirl around you, you realized that you didn’t know what to say - or what to expect. “Are … Do you want to talk here, or -”
“I’m sorry.” He tilted his head back, letting out a long sigh. “My truck’s parked down the street, we can go sit there, if you want.” You did. In fact, you wanted nothing more than to sit in the warm cab and let Din say what he needed to say, but at the same time, you didn’t want to have to walk away from him when the conversation was done. 
“Did you come here to tell me goodbye?” It came out before you’d thought it through, and in the silence that followed the words, you began to understand just how much you didn’t want to hear the answer. “Because if you did, I don’t know how you knew I was even here.” 
“You weren’t home yet.” He pressed his lips together, head shaking back and forth. “And while I was driving home from driving by your place, I remembered the text you sent about coming to see the tree with Gogu. I wanted to stop before …” He trailed off. Before you leave. Before it’s too late. “But then I saw you sitting on that bench, and it…” 
He was upset - you could see it on his face and hear it in his voice, the man’s words thick with emotion and more broken than you’d ever heard him sound before. At least I’m not the only one upset with this. “Here I am.” You spread your hands wide and a bitter laugh escaped from your lips, one hand rising so that you could pinch the bridge of your nose. “Right where I always am, in the -” 
“Look.” Din sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “We need to talk, but I’d rather not do it in public, if that’s ok. It’s cold out here, and -” 
“Don’t make this harder, Din. you said you’d say goodbye before you left, and now you can. We can do that here. Boba said -”
“Boba and Fennec are on their way back to Mandalore right now.” What? You froze at his words, mouth open in disbelief. They are? “I didn’t go.” 
“Din?” Your voice trembled and so did your bottom lip, a tiny flicker of hope reigniting in your chest. “What?” 
“We need to talk.” He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “Please?” 
“My house is closer than yours.” Is this a good idea? Probably not. But … “Grogu’s more than welcome to come in, too.” 
“I’ll meet you there.” He reached out with the hand that wasn’t holding Grogu’s leash but stopped short, the yellow-tipped fingers of his glove curling back against his palm. “Alright?” 
It was and you told him as much. You also told Din to be careful driving before you turned away from him and headed back toward your car, the thoughts in your head a jumbled mess. 
The warm air from your heater was a relief, though. As you started the short drive back to your house, you tried not to think about what Din’s presence - and what the few words he’d said - could possibly mean. 
Fennec and Boba were gone, but Din wasn’t. He seemed off, but in a way that you couldn’t place. He’d found you - by luck - thanks to an offhand comment you’d made over text. It has to mean something … but what? 
You pulled into your driveway before Din did, opening the garage to park inside. Once parked, you closed your eyes and rested your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to calm yourself. What the fuck is happening? 
You didn’t dare to hope that Din’s continued presence in Mistletoe meant anything good. He probably just asked if he could catch a flight out tomorrow. That has to be it.
His lights flashing on the interior walls of the garage pushed you into action. As he cut his engine you got out of the car, waiting until he and Grogu were inside before you shut the main door and unlocked the one that led into your place.
“Let me get Grogu a bowl of water, and then … Din?” Confused, you turned back to look at him when you felt his hand on your arm. The man stood in the center of your kitchen, his eyes on you. “What are you -” 
“He doesn’t need water.” Din drew his lower lip between his teeth, shaking his head. “He’s fine.” 
“Ok.” Releasing another shaky breath, you reached for your coat and unzipped it, staring at Din. “You can take yours off, too. Even if you’re only here for a few minutes, it …” 
In the light of your kitchen, your eyes were drawn to the sleeve of his jacket - and a well-hidden design of something that looked like a rhinoceros on the man’s right shoulder that was only briefly visible. It’s like Boba’s. But what is it? When Din removed his jacket, you did the same, also bending over to pull your boots off and set them next to the door. 
He followed suit but when he was done, both of you stood motionless in the kitchen, waiting. Grogu definitely isn’t bothered right now. You smiled as the dog left the kitchen, heading into the room with the tree and flopping down in front of it, his legs stretched out as he laid on his side. “At least he’s comfortable.” Forcing a laugh, you pointed. “Do you want to sit?” 
“I …” He spoke, gloveless fingers flexing by his sides. “I don’t…” Oh, Din. You wanted to step forward, wanted to reach out for him, but instead of doing that, you were rooted to the spot, just waiting. “Fuck it.” He moved first, the man’s arms rising and wrapping around you before you could even react. 
He pulled you against his chest, lowering his head to rest his cheek against your hair. Despite your unease at the overall situation, you let him hold you. And you held him back, eyes squeezed shut as the two of you hugged in the center of your kitchen, clinging to each other wordlessly. But we can’t stay like this. We have to … he has something to say. 
It was you that backed away first, pushing gently against his chest to put space between your bodies and meeting his eyes again. “Why are you still here, Din?” 
He didn’t let you go, the man’s hands settling at your waist - but he didn’t speak, either. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your palm, and so you waited, understanding that he needed a few seconds to collect himself. “I needed to see you.” 
He spoke quietly, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds and then reopening them, the look of uncertainty slightly less pronounced. “Well, you see me, Din. Is this what you wanted?” 
“None of this is what I wanted.” He bit his lip, scoffing. “Not a single damn minute of this is…” You moved to pull away but he didn’t let you, the man saying your name and tightening his hold on your hips. “Except for you. The one thing I actually want, and I can’t do a damn thing about it because of what’s expected of me.” 
“I told Boba you’re going to be a good Mand’alor.” You traced over the neckline of his hoodie with one fingertip. “And I meant it. And in a year, these past few weeks won’t … they won’t hurt as much when we think about them, Din. You’ll have your people to worry about. And Mandalore, and I won’t be a -” Does he believe that any of this is true? Because I sure don’t.
“I wanted to come to see you this morning. I wanted to come last night, but Boba, he … he said it wasn’t a good idea. He said he would come and talk to you. He said -”
“I know.” You nodded. “I know, Din. He told you not to reach out until you knew what you wanted to say, and I appreciate that. And I know that I didn’t let you say goodbye last night, but now, I think … It’s time, right?” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes, the sting of them increasingly harder to ignore. “You came here to say goodbye?”
“I came here to explain.” Din pulled you a little closer, the man ducking his head briefly. “I came here to …” He trailed off, looking around the room and then back at you, straightening up and squaring his shoulders. “Can we sit? This might take a minute, and I don’t want to be standing next to your kitchen table while -”
“Yeah.” Tearing yourself out of his hold, you spun away. “We can sit, Din.” I have no idea where he’s going with this. 
Only a few minutes later, the two of you were sitting on your couch, almost a full cushion between you even though you were facing each other. Grogu was snoring quietly, and you couldn’t help smiling at the dog when you glanced in his direction. At least one of us is relaxed. 
“I saw he brought you Spotchka. Did he tell you what it was?”
“He did. Said the three of you used to sneak it in school.” Din smiled at that, agreeing. “I’m thinking about taking it tomorrow, and letting my family try it. At least then I can drink some of it and not have to drink alone. It looks good.” 
“It is good. It’s one of the most popular types of alcohol in Mandalore. It’s one of the things I always had in my refrigerator while I’ve been here. I should have offered you some one of the times you were over.” Well, you didn’t.
“At least I get to taste it now.” You gestured in the direction of the bottle with one hand. “So maybe something good did come out of all this.” 
The room went quiet again, and even though you had plenty you wanted to say, you were unsure where to begin. Because this isn’t about me. This is about him and … and what he has to do. 
“We’re going to release a statement on the first day of the new year about me taking Boba’s place. We’re going to try and get ahead of whatever she’s got planned.” Smart. 
It hit you hard, though - almost like someone had punched you in the stomach. But you still didn’t speak, despite the fact that your head whipped toward Din again. That’s so soon. A week. “And I take it you’ll be back in Mandalore for that.” He nodded. “I’m happy for you, Din.” 
“We’re also going to tell people what I’ve been doing for the last year - that I’ve been here, giving myself a chance to enjoy my life before I devote myself to leading them.” Oh. “Bo Katan will probably release the picture of us then, once she realizes Boba’s not going to give in and name her Mand’alor.” Of course she is.
“Thank you for telling me. At least now I can prepare myself. I can tell my family what to expect, and … it won’t all come as a complete shock to them.” Wetting your lips, you linked your hands together on your lap, pressing your palms flat against each other. “I’ll just need to know what you want me to say if anyone asks. I don’t want to ruin your chances of finding a -” Yes. I do. I don’t want to think about you with anyone else. 
“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said to me, about James?” Din shifted on the cushion, moving slightly closer to you, though his hands stayed put on his lap, too. “About how you couldn’t justify moving to a new city with him without some sort of … promise that he saw a future with you.”
“I did say that. And I meant it.” Confused, you moved closer, too. “But what does that -”
“I have to go back to Mandalore. I have to do my duty and take my place in the Palace. I owe it to the people and to Boba.” He wasn’t saying anything that you didn’t already know. Part of you wondered if he was saying the words out loud in an attempt to convince himself that they were the truth, and that there was no getting around them. “Do you know why I wanted to come here last night?”
“No.” Lowering your head, you shook it slowly. “I don’t, Din.” 
Din dragged his fingers through his hair and then scratched at his scalp, gripping the back of his head with both hands before he turned his head toward you, saying your name again. When he had your attention, he continued. “I wanted to come here and ask you to come home with me. To Mandalore.” 
It felt like someone had sucked all of the air out of the room. Your entire body froze, hands still in your lap and your lips parted. The only thing that moved were your eyes, and those widened at his words. What? That isn’t… we’ve never … He chuckled at the sight of you, wrinkling his nose. 
“Yeah, that’s about how I thought you’d react.” 
“Din…” Forcing the word out, you reached for him, slightly ashamed to see that your hand was shaking. “What?”
“You were with him for how long, and you still wouldn’t have moved if he’d asked you. You said you needed someone to be able to offer you some sort of future before you could make that kind of decision, and I… I can’t do that. I can’t offer you anything past what you see right here, right now.” 
His fingers closed around yours, the man’s grip tight. I know, Din. “I’m not asking you to. I never would. I understand that you have to go, Din. It’s not easy, but -”
“I want to.” He looked up again, the creases between his brows prominent, lower lip jutting out as he frowned. “I want to be selfish and tell you that I want you to come back with me. To be with me. I want you to understand that this has never just been …” He swore, covering his face with his free hand. “But how can I ask you to move to a different country with me if I can’t promise you anything because I don’t know what’s going to happen over the next six months and beyond? I don’t even know if you’d want to be with me in the first place, so how can -”
“Din, slow down.” Your thumb moved slowly over the back of his hand, trying to calm him - even a little. But now it’s my heart beating fast. Now it’s me that needs to calm down. “This is -”
“And you have a family here. Friends. I can’t ask you to leave them. I can’t just take you halfway across the world and see what happens. What if you hate it there? What happens when you miss your friends? What happens when I’m busy running the fucking country and can’t spend as much time with you as either of us wants?” 
“Din.” You closed your eyes, letting out another shaky breath. “It’s a good thing that you didn’t come last night or this morning and say any of this.” He recoiled like you’d slapped him, and the movement made you wince. “No. Wait. Not because it’s … shit.” You pulled your hand away from his and then covered your face with both of them, trying to steady yourself. Slow. Say what you mean. “I didn’t realize how much it was going to hurt when you had to leave.”
“Neither did I.” You felt his hand then, the man’s fingers closing around your forearm and urging you to lower your hands. “And then Boba told me last night that we needed to leave, and it … everything happened at once.” Yeah. It did. “I knew you were going to your parents’ earlier. And that was another reason I didn’t want to come, because I didn’t … I couldn’t dump this on you and then expect you to just …” He rubbed at his forehead. “Go.” 
You chewed on your lower lip, your eyes wandering from Din to the dog and then to your tree, focusing on the bright little bulbs. He wanted to ask me to go to Mandalore? He’s thought about it? He thought about it enough to… “Din?” He hummed, tilting his head to the right and letting out a deep sigh. “What do you mean that you can’t offer me anything but right here and now?” 
“How can I ask you to leave everything you know for me? We’ve only really gotten to know each other for the last month and a half, and we’re not … we’re not together. You just ended a relationship, and I was lying to you for -”
“Not lying.” Reaching for his hand, you took it and the squeezed. “You were protecting yourself and your friend and your country. And I understand that. Hell, if you’d just come right out and said “I’m basically a prince, and am going to become my country’s version of a king in a few months, so I have to be discreet”, I probably wouldn’t have believed you anyway.” 
“But I kept it from you. You had to -”
“And you told me the truth as soon as I asked you to. It wasn’t a lie because you were trying to deceive me. There’s a difference.” You both went quiet, Grogu’s soft snoring reaching your ears. “Are you … are you even allowed to bring people to Mandalore with you? Would you even be able to date someone like me, or were you just -”
“We’re… I’m allowed to be with whoever I want to be. But that isn’t … it wouldn’t be fair of me to pull you into the middle of this for …” He stood, tearing his hand out of yours and pacing in front of the couch. Grogu lifted his head, whining once, but as soon as Din spoke - one low word, nayc, his left hand raising slightly in a placating gesture - the dog dropped his nose back onto his paws, staring upward. What a good dog. 
What he was saying made sense. Din was trying to do the right thing - the responsible thing - by listening to what you’d told him in the beginning about needing some sort of certainty before deciding to uproot yourself. But it’s not the same. Din isn’t James. He isn’t just looking for … “
“What’s a Mudhorn, Din?” Staring up at him, the words tumbled from your mouth. “Why’d you choose that for our team name? And what… Boba seemed to think it was important. He asked me about it, but I didn’t know what to tell him.” Din stopped pacing, the man’s focus back on you as his eyes widened. 
“He brought it up?” You nodded. 
“Yeah, and then he showed me his … crest, I guess? For his family?” Din nodded slowly. “Din … is the Mudhorn that thing on your coat sleeve? Is it …” The pieces fell into place all at once, your mouth dropping open after you’d trailed off. The Mudhorn’s Din’s sigil. It’s his family crest, it … but he …. That was weeks ago. He didn’t … “You and I didn’t…” 
“I didn’t plan on that. It just … came out. But I wasn’t upset after it happened. And the longer we went on in the competition, and the more I heard people call us Clan Mudhorn, I liked it. It’s just been me and Grogu since I adopted him, and then for the last few weeks, it’s been a clan of three, and …”  A clan of three? And he says we’re not … 
 “I’m honored.” Pressing your lips together, you stared up at him and then patted the cushion next to you. “Please sit back down.” It took a few seconds but he did, leaving only a few inches between your thighs. “It might have just been a temporary thing, but that kind of … inclusion, Din? It means a lot.” 
“It’s supposed to.” He nodded, scoffing. “In Mandalore, one of the customs is to wear the signet of your people. The Mythosaur is meant for all Mandalorians, but individual designations are …”
“Well don’t worry.” You reached over, laying your hand on his knee. “The shirts just said Clan Mudhorn on them. The actual symbol wasn’t -”
“I wear it on my clothes now, and when I become Mand’alor, I get … it’s probably going to sound really weird to you, but I get ceremonial armor with it inlaid.” He tapped his shoulder. “It’ll be here, like it is on my coat now. Grogu’s… you can barely see it, but his collar’s got it stitched into the material. He’ll have a ceremonial something forged, too, probably some sort of lead or maybe a plaque for his travel crate. And my riduur, or wife, if I ever get married would have something made for her, too.” That makes sense. “It’s Mandalorian tradition. Every family has something different to identify them. Clan Djarin is also Clan Mudhorn, but when I take the throne, the whole of Mandalore is under the protection of Clan Mudhorn.” That’s huge. That … that’s a piece of him that …  
“Thank you for including me, even only for a few weeks.” Your voice was quiet, and you couldn’t meet his eyes as you spoke. “It means more to me than …” Wetting your lips, you let out a small huff. “More to me than you could ever know, Din.” 
You were dancing around it - and as the minutes passed, you understood what it was more and more. He said he was going to ask but hasn’t. He said he knows he can’t, but … but I think he wants to. And I … 
You wanted him to ask, but you didn’t want to admit it, because that would make it even worse when he left your house without voicing the question. 
Admitting it made things real, and part of you was desperate to continue believing that with the passage of time and Din’s absence, it would be easier to move past what you felt. But it won’t. Even if he just walks out, this is … nothing’s ever going to be the same.  
“When do you have to leave?” How long do I have until you’re gone? 
“As soon as the plane lands and gets checked out, they’re replacing the pilot and sending it back for me.” He sighed. “So it’ll probably be back here late tomorrow night, and then I’ll leave sometime on the 26th.” Oh. As he spoke, your eyes moved to the clock on the cable box beneath the TV. It’s after 12. 
“It’s Christmas.” Sniffling, you lowered your head. “So the plane will be back tonight and you’ll be gone tomorrow.” And I’ll spend the last day I could have with you pretending to be alright with my parents. “Do you need to go? Do you need to pack? It’s late, and I’m sure you -”
“I don’t want to go.” You heard his voice waver, and when you met his gaze again, it was Din that was holding back tears, the man’s eyes shining. “I don’t want to leave, or -”
“What do you want, then?” You shifted, pushing your shoulders back, head shaking back and forth slowly. “Because -”
“I…” He paused, mouth open as he watched you. “I want…” Din blinked, taking a deep breath, and then you saw his expression change, the light coming back into his eyes. “I want you to come to Mandalore with me and Grogu. I want to show you what life could be like there, with me.” He took another breath, reaching over to settle his hand on yours, the man’s touch heavy as he let the weight of his palm rest atop the back of your hand. “I want you.”
Hearing him say it floored you, but it didn’t come as a complete surprise. “Ok.” Swallowing hard, you nodded. “I want that, too. I want you, Din. I have for a -”
He cut you off when he leaned forward, the man’s kiss urgent as his free hand rose to the side of your face, the tips of his fingers curled behind your ear. You were too shocked to pull away, and so you didn’t. Instead, you moved closer, pulling your hand away from Din’s and spreading your fingers wide against his side. Is this happening? 
He squeezed your thigh as he deepened the kiss, the man wasting no time urging your lips apart with his tongue. Neither of you tried to end it. Instead, you moved closer to each other, lifting one leg and draping it over his as he pulled you toward him, holding you tightly. 
Both of you were still fully clothed, but it felt more intimate than even waking up in his arms on the couch had. “Wait.” He murmured the word against your mouth, kissing you once more before putting space between you. “Before I kiss you again, did … did you just agree to come to Mandalore with me?” 
“I did.” You had no idea what you’d do when you got there - if you’d find work, or even be able to work, where you’d live. You didn’t know what you were going to tell your friends and family. But I mean it. “As long as you were serious about me coming with you.” 
“I was. I am.” He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’ve never been more serious about anything.” Turning his head, he cleared his throat, gesturing to Grogu with his chin. “You’ll probably be spending a lot of time with that little guy over there.”
“Good.” You wrinkled your nose and  then grinned. “I like him.” Din laughed softly, his thumb stroking over your cheek. “Not as much as I like you though.” 
“I won’t tell him if you don’t.” Still trying to catch your breath, you let yourself think back over the previous few minutes and everything that had happened during them. I just agreed to go to a different country with him. I just agreed to leave with him without … “Hey. What’s wrong?” 
“I want to go with you Din, but I can’t just … I can’t be ready to go tomorrow. I need time to -” 
Your words were halted with another kiss from the man, but that one was tender, Din nodding as he pressed his lips to yours. “I know. I figured.” Straightening up, he dropped his hands and took both of yours, linking your fingers together. “What if… when do you go back to work?” 
“The fourth.” You paused. “No, the fifth.” He nodded, eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?” 
“I can convince Boba to let me stay until the morning of the 27th. That’ll give you a chance to pack.” Pack? “Come spend some time in Mandalore with me. Let me show you around, and that way … when we make the announcement, and when Bo-Katan does whatever it is she’s going to do, we’ll… be together. And we can make a statement about the picture together, and you won’t be alone to deal with the fallout.” 
“Are … are we together, then?” You were hesitant to ask the question, since he’d already said that you weren’t earlier in the conversation. But that was before. Things have changed, and … “Because -” 
“If you don’t want to be, no. We can say it was just a kiss, that we got caught up in -” 
“Din.” You closed your eyes, mentally preparing yourself. If I don’t say it now, I won’t. “If I didn’t want that, I wouldn’t have agreed to move halfway around the world with you five minutes ago.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him, holding up one hand. “I know this isn’t going to be a normal relationship. I know it’ll be hard. But as long as you can promise me you won’t get me over there and then just … abandon me right away, that’s … more than enough for right now.” 
“I can promise you that.” He took the hand you were holding up, wrapping his fingers around yours and then pulling it up and toward his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles - though he didn’t break eye contact. “Bat ner ijaat. On my honor.” 
“Ok.” Chewing on the inside of your lower lip, you nodded. “Ok, Din.” His face broke into a grin then, the man leaning forward and then wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly. I just … I agreed to… wow. You held him for a few long moments, relishing in the way Din pressed his forehead into the side of your neck, his lips hovering just above your throat. But wait. “Hey. There’s one more thing.” 
He backed off, a look of concern in his eyes, but you were quick to reassure him, fingers stroking the back of his neck. “What? What’s -”
“I’m going to need you to meet my parents before I hop on a plane with you and become a part of this. They know who you are already, and have asked about you multiple times. So even if we can’t explain everything, they need to know some things, in case … in case anyone asks them questions.” If he said no or hesitated, you’d know that you made the wrong call in agreeing to go with him. 
“Alright. Will you call me and let me know when you’re done with your family stuff tomorrow? I don’t have anything to do, so I can come over after you’re done celebrating.”
“You could just come with me.” Your heart pounding, you made the suggestion. “They asked where you were tonight, so you could just come with me tomorrow, and…” Trailing off, you realized how presumptuous it was. “Or I can call you. That’s fine too.”
“I can’t wear this.” He glanced down and then back at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “They’ll never believe a word either of us says if I show up dressed like I’m spending the day on my couch.”
“Oh, are you planning on staying over?” Arching a brow, you cocked your head to the left. “I don’t remember inviting you to stay with me tonight, Din.” His eyes widened, but before he could deny the intention, you burst out laughing, standing up and extending a hand toward him. “I’m just kidding. Please, stay. I’ll get Grogu that water for tonight, and we can stop on the way over to my parents tomorrow to drop him off and so that you can change. Your house isn’t really a detour.” 
“Do you have a guest bedroom?” He stared up at you, his eyes darkening. “Or am I sleeping on the couch with Grogu?” If you’re sleeping on the couch, so am I. 
“I usually sleep on my couch on Christmas Eve so I can wake up with the tree.” Holding out one hand, you waited for Din to take it. When he did, you pulled, urging him to his feet. “And I do have a guest bedroom, Din.” Here goes nothing. “But I’m willing to break tradition tonight, and I don’t think there’s any reason for me to sleep in my bed alone.” 
The room was quiet again, Din’s eyes locked with yours. For a few seconds, you thought you’d overstepped - and that he was going to deny you the same way he had when he’d explained for the first time why things couldn’t progress past kissing.  “Are you sure?” He spoke quietly, the man’s voice dropping into a tone you’d never heard from him before. “We can -”
“I’m sure.” Taking the opportunity, you nodded as you leaned in, kissing the space just in front of his ear. “Very sure.” 
That was all you needed to say. When you backed away and met his eyes again, Din’s were smoldering, his lips parted as he stared at you. But he didn’t say anything else, instead spinning away from you and saying Grogu’s name, snapping his fingers twice and then leading the dog to the back door. 
You felt a gust of cold air when he opened it, but by the time he’d shut it again you were in the kitchen, bent over in front of a cupboard and getting a large bowl out to fill with water. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I just said that. And that he agreed, and that … 
There was plenty to think about, and you knew that as soon as you had time to do so, it would probably become overwhelming. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to happen. Setting the full bowl down, you walked toward the front door and checked, making sure it was locked. 
The sound of Grogu’s nails on the floor made you turn, and you were treated to the sight of Din crouched next to your counter, the man stroking Grogu’s back slowly and murmuring to him for a few seconds while he drank. I could get used to that. 
Even as you had the thought, you lifted a hand to cover your mouth at the realization that it wasn’t just a fantasy you had to force out of your mind anymore. I … I probably will get used to that, and to being with them every day. 
“Are you ready for bed?” He was right in front of you again, and as he spoke, Din reached out, his hands settling at your waist. “Because I am.” 
You were tired - it had been a long and exhausting day, and you hadn’t slept well the previous night. But I don’t want to sleep. Not yet. Not when he’ll be here with me. “Are you?” Winking at him, you tucked one of his curls behind his right ear, biting your lip. “Alright, then. Come on.” 
Stepping away from Din, you reached back to take his hand before leading him up the stairs, flipping the light off once you’d reached the top. You paused with your hand on your door frame, collecting your thoughts. “What?” 
He pressed a hand against your back, but didn’t say anything else. “I…” Pushing the door all the way open, you turned around to face him. “I never thought this would be happening. I thought you were gone for good, and now you’re…” Reaching out, you fisted the material of his sweatshirt in your hands and then stepped backward, pulling him through the doorway. “Now we’re here.” 
He laughed, agreeing with you, but the laughter stopped once you were both fully inside. The nightlight from the corner illuminated enough so that you could see what you were doing, but you didn’t want to turn on any other lights. There’s no need to. “Want me to sleep in my clothes? I can keep my jeans on, so -”
“Din.” Taking a breath, you reached down and pulled your sweater over your head and then let it drop to the floor. His eyes followed the movement - just like you’d hoped they would, and the way he shifted his weight, fingers curling inward toward his palms encouraged you. “No, I do not want you to sleep in your clothes.” 
The room was silent and after a few seconds, you realized it was because you were both holding your breath, Din’s finally leaving his chest in a whoosh as he stepped forward. Lifting both hands, he gripped your upper arms and then pushed you backward, following until you were pressed against the wall to the right of your bed, the two of you chest to chest. “I don’t want to either.” 
You laughed at that, but it didn’t last, Din’s mouth covering yours in a bruising kiss. 
It made you gasp, though at the same time you leaned in, seeking more from him, your hands rising to push beneath the material of his hooded sweatshirt. He groaned at your touch, his upper lip curling, and then Din pulled back, mumbling your name. “Hmm?” Stroking up and down his back with one hand, you tilted your head back to rest it against the wall. “Everything alright?” 
“I don’t have a condom.” Ah. That. 
“I do.” You chewed on your lower lip, gesturing to the bedside table with your chin. “Box is still in there from… before, so as long as you don’t mind that, we’re… we’re good to go.” You didn’t know if bringing James up - even in passing and in a relevant way - would ruin the mood, but when Din responded by rocking his hips forward and against yours, a single nod of his head visible before he ducked down to kiss you, you knew that it hadn’t. Good. I don’t know what I’d do if … 
He bit down on your lower lip, applying slight pressure before drawing it between his own. You couldn’t help the moan that slipped out at the feeling, the glide of your hand turning into a curl of your fingers, the edges of your nails digging into his skin through the shirt he had on under the hoodie. That earned you another roll of his hips, the man’s thighs holding you against the wall even as his hands left your body. 
The longer the kiss went on, the deeper it became. And as it deepened, it slowed, too, every lick of the man’s tongue against yours purposeful, Din masking the sounds you made with ones of his own that you hadn’t even dreamed you’d be fortunate enough to ever hear. 
“Need to get you into bed.” When he spoke, it was directly into your ear, his voice low. “Need to touch you. Want to -” 
Somehow, you pushed him away, though you were focused on not only what the man was saying but how he was saying it, your breath coming out in short bursts. He wants me as much as I want him. “Let me get this off of you, then.” You murmured his name, hands moving down to the bottom hem of his hoodie. “Lift your arms, Din.”
He did what you asked, only dropping them again when his sweatshirt joined your sweater on the floor. When you reached for his belt, he didn’t stop you there, either. 
It came undone with a few deft movements of your fingers, and instead of pulling it totally free you let it hang and turned your attention to his zipper, the tips of your fingers making contact with the cool metal. 
“Wait.” He said your name and you stopped immediately, eyes moving away from your hand and back up to meet his. What did I do wrong? Opening your mouth to ask, you caught the smirk on the man’s face before he spoke again. “Why are you doing all the work?” What? 
He touched you then, large hands beginning at your waist and then moving up, pushing the cotton t-shirt you wore up along with them. Gasping at the contact - and the warmth of his palms on your skin - it was your turn to raise your hands, though you didn’t hold them over your head. Instead, you wound them around his neck, leaning in to kiss Din just as brazenly as he’d kissed you against the wall. 
That seemed to surprise him, the man inhaling sharply, though he didn’t pull away. It encouraged you to continue, even as his hands settled atop where your bra band covered your ribcage, the shirt bunched up just beneath your shoulders. 
Licking along the seam of his lips, you gave him no warning before you took the lower one between your teeth and bit down. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to get a reaction from him, Din’s hands squeezing your flesh as he kissed you back. Tilting your head to the side, you encouraged him when you inched closer, the fingers of one hand tangling in the curled hair at the nape of his neck. 
But Din surprised you, the man backing off as he used both hands to drag your shirt over your head and then twist the material around one curled fist, the motion forcing your elbows closer together in front of you. You didn’t let go of him even as your eyes widened in surprise, though, mouth dropping open in a shocked gasp as your gaze flicked down and then back up to meet his. “Din, w -” 
“I wasn’t expecting that.” He was grinning, his eyes heavy-lidded as he stared at you. “But I liked it.” Good. Good, because … “But you and I have been very patient for the last couple weeks, right?” 
“Yeah, but -” He twisted his wrist and your hand slipped, dropping enough so that you had one palm pressed to his skin, the heel of it resting on the back of his shirt collar, the other resting on his shoulder. “Din?” 
“If you keep doing that - biting me, I’m not going to be able to take my time with you.” He wet his lips, the man’s tongue dragging over them slowly. “And I want to take my time with you.” He released his hold on your shirt, raising his hand and dragging his knuckles slowly over your cheek. “Okay?” 
All you could do was nod. When Din leaned back in - his mouth finding yours easily, you played along, kissing him slowly, your hands staying in place as you let him lead. 
You didn’t know how it happened but Din maneuvered you so that you crossed the room in careful steps. 
The man only pulled back when your calves hit the side of your bed, Din’s smile once again little more than a smirk, his hands settled at your waist, just above the top band of your leggings. Slowly, you pulled your arms back and removed the shirt, dropping it next to you and then waiting, wondering what the man’s first reaction to seeing you in only a bra would be. 
It was better than you’d expected. Din took a full step back until only his fingertips were in contact with your skin and you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly through the material that was stretched across it. “Worth the wait, or no?” 
You regretted speaking as soon as the words were out, but before you’d had a chance to apologize for how needy you sounded, Din was pulling his own shirt off and tossing it to the side, never looking away from you. “Yes. You have … no idea.” He groaned and then stepped forward again, giving you almost no time to admire him before he was urging you into a seated position on the edge of the bed. 
It forced you to look up at him, your lips slightly parted as he ran a thumb over them, his head cocked to the right. Fuck, this is … You gripped the blanket with both hands, fighting the urge to reach for his jeans again. But when his hand dropped, the man sliding two fingers beneath one bra strap before urging it down and over your shoulder, you stopped holding back. 
As he moved his fingers over the slope of your shoulder, you undid the button and then moved to the zipper, watching the movement of your hand instead of looking up at him. 
You knew he’d stop you if he wanted to, so when Din only shifted his stance, flexing his hips toward you, you took that as a sign he wanted you to continue. 
The man’s jeans slid down and over his thighs before they pooled around his knees - and then his ankles, but you weren’t looking there. Instead, you were focused on what was in front of you - the thick band of his underwear snug against the man’s hips, dark material covering his thighs and stopping much higher than expected on his legs to expose more of his golden skin. Holy shit, look at the way they … fuck. 
“Damn, Din.” You bit your own lip, then, finally looking back up. “Wow.” You were fully aware that you probably sounded like an idiot, but instead of laughing, the man only winked at you, his other hand repeating the process with your second bra strap without breaking eye contact. 
“You wanna take this off, or should I?” He squeezed your shoulder. “You’re wearing more than I am.” You didn’t want to take your hands off of him but did it anyway, reaching behind you to unhook the material before shrugging your arms free and letting it fall onto the mattress next to you. “Maker, look at you. Gar’re mesh’la.” Changing the angle of his hand, the pad of one thumb stroked over the upper part of your chest, but before Din could move it lower, you dragged the edges of your nails up the sides of his thighs and slid your hands around to the backs of them, pausing there. 
You knew that he was just as torn as you - the desire to take your time and explore warring with the need for the instant gratification of touching him, and you wondered what was going to win. 
The question was answered only moments later when his hand moved from your shoulder over the center of your throat and then up, the man’s grip firm but not painful as he tilted your head back. His touch made you shiver, and at the slight motion you watched his brows rise, the smirk back on his lips in full force. “Oh, my G -”
“Lay down.” He tightened his grip briefly but then let you go, bringing the hand that had been on you to his waist before using it to adjust himself. “Lay down so I can take those pants off.” 
It was inelegant but you scrambled backwards and away from him before he was even done speaking. Leaning back on your elbows you watched what he did, breath caught in your throat. The man lifted one hand and let it trail up and over your still-clothed calf and knee, his eyes focused on the movement. 
Without warning, he leaned over and reached for your waist, undoing the single button there - and then slipped his fingers beneath the material so he could drag it downward. 
You lifted your lower body before he could ask, breath catching in your throat as Din pulled your pants off much more slowly than you were expecting. It’s like he’s unwrapping a present. But it’s not an actual gift, it’s me, and - 
“If this is what getting a Christmas present is like, I think I have a new favorite holiday.” You whimpered at his words, your eyes rolling back as his hands made their way to the skin of your calves, urging your legs apart so that he could step between them. “Fuck, this is -” 
“Din, please.” You didn’t know what you were asking him for. But Din reacted to your words, his hands sliding up your legs as he leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and your body. “Please, just…” 
“I’ve got you.” He squeezed your legs, the man’s breath fanning over the skin at the center of your chest. “I’ve got you.” You nodded, the movement of your head the only thing you could manage as he lowered his mouth to kiss your skin, the man turning his head to the right and licking at the swell of one breast. 
The mattress shifted as he raised a knee to give himself better leverage, and when Din’s mouth trailed up the column of your throat, you finally moved, too - hands rising to grip the hair at the back of his head and urge him up faster. 
You could have kissed him for hours, letting the relief you felt at the man’s presence flow from you and into him, but Din had other plans. 
He pulled away from you and stood again, circling the bed and opening your top drawer to reach inside. You repositioned yourself on the bed once he was out of it, stretching out lengthwise so that your head was on the pillows. 
The foil square looked positively small in his hand, but as Din’s fingers curled around it, his smile grew, the man’s eyes never leaving your body as he climbed back into bed with you. “Gotta take those off before you can -”
“Oh, I know.” Din knelt next to you, glancing down. “But so do you.” 
He was right - you still had underwear on, too, and because he’d taken care when he was removing your pants, he hadn’t even touched the thin material. “I can change that.” Digging your heels into the mattress, you lifted your hips and used both hands to tug the only thing you still had on down and over your legs, kicking them off and into a dark corner of your bedroom. “Better?”
“Much.” Din licked his lips as he eyed you, his gaze traveling the length of your body and then back up, his broad chest rising and falling as he nodded. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”
“No, but you can tell me.” You reached out for him, your hand making contact with the elastic at his waist. “If you want.” He swallowed hard as your hand dropped, fingers caressing the bulge beneath the fabric. It took everything in you not to whine at the feel of him - warm and firm, thicker than you’d imagined, but when he thrust his hips forward, pressing himself against your palm, you couldn’t hold your reaction back. “Din, you -”
“I’d rather show you.” He was breathing hard, the man widening the spread of his knees as you curled and uncurled your fingers against him. “One second.” 
He removed his underwear without getting off of the bed, and at the sight of his totally nude body, you felt your toes curl. I can’t believe … we’re here. We’re … this is happening. Your hand rested against one of his thighs, the room quiet aside from your breathing as you waited. But I don’t want to wait. “Din?” 
“Hmm?” He pressed his hand against your belly, fingers spread wide. “What?” 
“I know you said you wanted to take your time, but …” Your hand slid higher and then in, the pad of your thumb brushing over the length of him. You fought back a smile as his muscles jerked at the touch. Perfect. He’s perfect. “Can we not do that tonight? Can we just -”
“If that’s what you want.” He reached down and took your hand in his, guiding it and urging you to wrap your fingers around him. “Of course.” He closed his eyes as you began to move in slow strokes, the man’s lips parting as he groaned out with each exhale. “Maker, it’s been -” 
“You can touch me too, Din.” You were almost desperate for it, wanting nothing more than to feel the man’s hands on you. “If you want.” 
And he did, the hand that had been on your belly sliding lower before he repositioned it, turning it so that his fingers were pointed down, the tips of them curling as he reached the apex of your thighs. 
You gasped at the feeling and then whined as he slid them through the slick that had already gathered there, two of them spreading you open while the one between began moving in slow circles. He was teasing you with the light touch, and even though you wanted to enjoy it, you also wanted him. No more waiting. 
Your hand moved faster and his did, too, your eyes squeezed shut as you dug your head backwards and into the pillow, your hips rising a few inches off of the mattress as they sought out more from him. “Might never stop touching you now that you told me to start.” He murmured the words into your ear, Din’s cheek pressed to yours as he leaned forward. 
“Good.” You gasped out the word when he pushed a single finger into you, your fingers tightening around him. “Don’t stop.” 
Dragging your hand up higher, you coated your fingertips in the gathered moisture from his tip and then began to stroke him in earnest, your hand picking up speed as he replaced the single finger inside of you with two, both of them pumping in and out of you at a pace that wasn’t quite slow, but also wouldn’t be enough to actually get you off. 
You relished the sounds that both of you were making in the dimly lit confines of your bedroom - sighs and groans along with the occasional grunt, but you’d meant it when you asked him not to take his time. “Need you.” You squeezed him once more and then let go, your hand falling away and then seeking his out, your fingers around his wrist stilling the movement of his hand. 
He didn’t remove his hand from your body, though. Din paused with both fingers still buried in you. Even though he wasn’t moving, you could feel the pull of your muscles around them, your body attempting to draw him in deeper. “Might hurt if I do that now.” He kissed you gently, shaking his head back and forth. “And I don’t -”
“I’ll be alright.” Opening your eyes, you looked up at him. “What’s the Mandalorian word for promise?” His eyes widened but to Din’s credit he replied almost immediately, the words he spoke quiet but clear. 
“Ni rejorhaa'ir te haat.” He pressed his lips to yours and then repeated himself. “It means ‘I tell the truth’, and -” 
“Ni… rejorhaa'ir te… te haat, Din.” You were sure you’d butchered the pronunciation, but Din didn’t seem to mind at all. The man’s mouth met yours in another hard kiss as he drew his hand back and then used both of them to pull you into an upright position, both of your hands scrambling into place to help. 
He repositioned himself as the two of you kissed - the man moving to straddle your lower body, chests pressed together as his fingers dug into your back and urged you to stay in place.
You felt him then, as he relaxed and settled some of his weight against the tops of your thighs. I want to… It was you that broke the kiss, pulling away from him enough so that you could glance down, your eyes fixated on the way he looked. “What are - oh.” He cut himself off when your fingers wrapped around him again, the man’s breath catching as you began to stroke. 
You clung to him with your other hand, the palm pressed against the center of his shoulders, but when Din’s hips began to roll in rhythm with your motion, you stopped thinking about anything else. 
The only thing that mattered was the way he felt in your hand and sounded as he panted into your ear. You only cared that he was in your bed with you, and that he wasn’t stopping you, even though it was you that had made the request to speed things up. 
“Next time,” he rasped, the man’s tongue dragging along the skin just below the lobe of your ear before he bit down on it. “Next time, I’m going to take my time with you. Use my hands and mouth, and dank farrik, you need to stop or -” 
“Alright.” You nearly moaned the word out, your hand stilling - though you didn’t release him. “I’ll stop.” But you didn’t let him reach for the condom - instead, you turned your head toward his and sought his mouth, the man’s lips soft and warm when they met yours, the kiss short but sincere.
Despite the unfamiliar position you were in - Din on your lap, leaking all over your hand while he knelt above you - you’d never been more content. And I’ve never wanted anyone this much, you realized as he deepened the kiss, the man’s tongue pushing into your mouth to meet yours. It’s terrifying. 
He removed one hand from you, and then a few seconds later he backed off completely, saying your name. Din was breathing hard, the rise and fall of his chest much more even than your own rhythm. “Last chance to tell me to leave before -” 
“I don’t ever want you to leave.” Your smile was tight, your exhale deep through your nose. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that this is what I want?” You paused, thinking. “You know what? This would still be what I wanted even if it meant it was only going to happen once.” 
That seemed to be what he needed to hear, the man nodding and then tearing the condom open, holding the latex between his fingers. Oh, I should tell him, it - “This feels …” He frowned as he began to roll it on, gaze dropping and then rising to meet yours. “Why is -”
“We had to get the ones with the extra lube.” You spoke quietly, clearing your throat as you ducked your head. Oh, this is embarrassing. “I’ve never been someone that got really -” 
“Didn’t feel like that to me.” He used the knuckle of one finger to lift your chin, the kindness in his eyes making you gasp. “You just needed the right person.” Yeah, I… At the end of Din’s sentence, his voice dropped, the man’s large hand moving back to your jaw and angling it so that he could kiss you again. “Lay down.” 
The words were whispered but you listened to him, settling back onto the pillows as Din repositioned himself between your legs, finally letting go of himself and using both hands to push your knees apart. 
He stared at you as he moved, lips parted and his eyes never lingering in one place for too long. I like how he’s looking at me. I like how - You moaned his name out as he slid a hand around to the back of one thigh, urging that leg into a bent position, and then Din shifted on his knees, inching closer as he stretched a leg out behind him. 
You wanted to watch but instead, screwed your eyes shut when you felt him press against your entrance briefly, a single flex of his hips allowing him to slide upward and through you, Din also hissing out another string of words that you couldn’t understand. “Tell me if it’s too much.” 
It was barely a whisper but you heard it, and after you’d nodded in reply, Din moved again, your body stretching to accommodate him as he pushed inside - first the tip and then a little more every few seconds. 
Din’s groan was loud but nowhere near as loud as yours. And when he lowered himself toward you, both hands sliding up the blankets on either side of your body to settle by your head, you reached for him. Your fingertips skated over his sides and then down, fingers curling around the toned muscle beneath his waist. 
“It’s not too much, Din.” Your leg tightened against his hip and then - moments later, when Din rocked forward again, you encouraged more, dragging him closer until he was completely inside of you. 
But Din didn’t move, except to drop his head so that you couldn’t look into his eyes anymore. His breath traveled over your skin with each sharp exhale, the heat of it raising goosebumps in its wake. 
And there was pain - the size of him something you’d need time to get used to. But the man’s body going completely still was enough to give you a few breaths to adjust. “Oh, Wero. I knew… even then, I…” His hips flexed slightly, the drag inside of you noticeable - and welcome. “Ner yatne wero.” 
You wanted to know what he was saying and wondered if you’d remember to ask later, but your thoughts scattered when he finally began to move, the man thrusting into you in slow, smooth strokes. He was taking it easy - you had no doubt about that. But as the seconds passed, the pinch of pain faded and you were able to focus on everything else. 
The way he filled you on each stroke, his hips making contact with yours before he pulled back and did it again. 
The way he was fisting the blankets on either side of your body, the strain of holding himself upright evident in the bulging of his biceps, tendons rippling just beneath the skin’s surface. 
The sound of his low grunts as Din found his rhythm, the man’s mouth barely separated from yours, though it was close enough that the tips of your noses touched.
And through it all, you encouraged him with sounds of your own. Quiet gasps and groans, a low, breathy moan as he altered his angle and found a spot deep inside of you that you hadn’t been counting on, the whisper of his name as he pressed a quick kiss to your mouth and then whipped his head to the side, tucking his face against your neck. 
And despite the way he was wrecking you with every other part of his body, it was that action that impacted you the most. 
Your attention was torn from the way he filled you and used his broad frame to cover as much of you as he could and drawn instead to the way his soft curls felt against the sweat-sticky skin of your neck, and the heat from each exhale as it washed over the side and front of your throat.  You could feel the tip of his nose as it dug gently into your skin, every thrust forcing a slight movement of the rest of him. 
It was too much - but not in a way that you’d ever admit to him, because it was also everything that you’d never dared to hope was possible, and you weren’t in any hurry to give it up. Ever. 
Din groaned again, the sound vibrating through him, and when he pulled his hips back almost far enough to completely remove himself from you, it was your turn to move first, one leg rising to wind around his thighs and urge him back in. “Oh, that’s what you want?” He hummed, opening his mouth so that he could nip at your throat. “Alright.” 
You kept your leg in place. The next time Din repositioned himself to ensure complete access to you, you let your hands trail up and over his bare back, the man’s muscles flexing beneath your touch. Pulling him closer, you urged his chest against yours and when you adjusted your hips, you whined at one particularly deep stroke, your body reacting with an almost violent shudder. 
“Right there, Din. Oh, shit, right there.” The edges of your nails dug into his back and you were certain that when you finally released him, there’d be tiny crescent shapes indented into his skin. But I don’t care and he doesn’t either and … “Feels good. So good, you…” 
You were panting, breath escaping you in harsh bursts, but before he could reply or you could continue, you felt a molten heat gathering in your belly and then spreading lower, your mouth falling open in surprise as your toes curled. Oh, shit, already? 
It was rare that your orgasm came so quickly - and even less typical for your body to tip over the edge without additional assistance. But the friction from Din’s body - the drag of him as he thrust in and out coupled with the short, coarse hair at his base that rubbed against you on every forward stroke - was enough that night, his name leaving your mouth in an elongated gasp that was also half-whine. 
You loosened your grip and moved your hands up to grasp his hair, urging him to look at you. You need to see this. You need to… He locked eyes with you, the heat of his gaze almost explosive, even in the low light that filled your room - but it didn’t last. “That’s it.” He smiled, the expression softer than you’d imagined, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Let me feel you.” 
And you did - trying not to break eye contact while your body shook beneath his, Din’s pace steady and strong, the arch of your back forcing your chests closer together as the contraction of your muscles pulled him deeper into your body. This is perfect. 
But it would only be truly perfect when Din came, too, and so you took as deep a breath as you could manage, tugging on the ends of his hair to bring his face closer. “Let me feel you, now.” You kissed him softly, your lips closing over his and lingering, giving him a small nod of your head before you broke apart.
It didn’t take long - Din’s pace quickening as he shortened each thrust, the man’s eyes closing before his mouth opened, tongue poking out to wet his lips briefly. You whimpered as he changed angles again, releasing his hair and replacing your hands on his shoulders. 
You felt his muscles tense a minute or so later, Din whispering your name as his hips stuttered, stalled completely and then began to move again, filling you as completely as he filled the condom he wore - added heat between your legs, the man’s muscles seizing repeatedly as he finished with a series of quiet grunts that you knew you’d never forget.
When he was done - the man’s arms and legs trembling, his chest rising and falling against yours while be fought to catch his breath - Din finally lowered his head again. He sought your kiss and you gave one to him freely, Din’s tongue delving into your mouth as if he was cementing a promise. And maybe he is. 
He hovered after the kiss ended, the man’s breathing deep and slow. “You ok?” He took another breath and finally lifted one of his hands from the blanket, stroking your temple with his fingertips and then lingering at your cheek. You nodded, biting down on your lip. “You sure?”
“I am.” Settling deeper into your blankets, you sighed. “What about you?” 
“I,” he started, voice low. “I’m better than I have been in a long time.” Din finished speaking and then reached between your bodies before slowly easing himself free, the man turning away from you to sit at the edge of the bed. 
You watched as he stood a few moments later, striding toward your partially open bathroom door and disappearing through it. Did that just happen? You took a few steadying breaths, turning your attention toward the ceiling and placing a hand flat on your abdomen. It did, and I agreed to go with him, and - 
“Here.” He was standing next to your bed, a hand towel between his fingers. “Figured you’d want to clean yourself up.” With a grateful smile you took the cloth from him, exhaling at the fact that he’d dampened a corner of it with warm water. For the next few seconds the room was completely quiet, but when you let the towel fall to the floor and turned toward Din again, he was watching you. 
“What?” Reaching out, you laid a hand on his thigh. “Din?” 
“I really want you to come home with me. I wasn’t just -” He shook his head. “I meant it all.” 
“Hey.” Squeezing his leg you jerked your head toward the pillows. “Lay down, OK? You’re naked and it’s gonna get cold pretty fast.” He looked torn but did as you asked, and when both of you were covered with your comforter, rolled onto your sides and facing each other, you took a deep breath. “I know you did, and I meant it, too.” 
“But I can’t ask -” 
“You asked me to come with you for a few days. Let’s start there.” You ran your fingers through his hair and were unable to keep the smile off of your face at the man’s damp roots. It’s going to be so curly when it dries. “We have a lot to talk about, Din. There’s a lot to consider - like my house and my job and my family, but none of that needs to be decided now, does it?” 
“No.” He swallowed, his hand sliding over your bare hip and resting there. “It doesn’t.” You watched each other for a little while, the man’s eyes searching your face, and when he spoke next, the question he asked didn’t surprise you. “Why?” 
Because I’m pretty sure I love you. It was too soon - too fast, too much, and so you didn’t say it out loud. Not yet. “Because I want to.” You yawned, using the pillow to cover your face, and when you looked back at him, he was frowning. “This is different than it was with James. I don’t … I don’t know if anyone will understand, especially with how fast this is all happening, but it doesn’t matter, Din. I understand and you understand. This isn’t a normal situation, and we just … we have to do what we can to make it work.” 
“What if it doesn’t?” He ran his hand up your back slowly, the tips of his fingers following your spine. At the touch, you moved forward, closing the distance between your bodies. “What if me being Mand’alor makes you decide to -”
“Then we figure it out as it happens.” Leaning in, you kissed him, pressing your lips to his mouth and then to his jaw, taking a breath. “We won’t know until we try, right?” 
It was different for you, despite the relationship between you and Din being so new and untested. You trusted him, and even though taking the leap of uprooting yourself from your life had seemed unthinkable only a few months earlier with James, it didn’t feel that way with Din. And it never has, even in the beginning. 
“This is The Way.” His voice dropped again, Din nodding as he inched closer. Whatever that means … yeah. I guess it is. 
You kissed him again then, the weight of Din’s upper body pressing against yours as he urged you onto your back, his hand trapped between you and the mattress, the fingers of one of yours tangled in his hair. There was hope in his kiss, a lightness that hadn’t been there only moments earlier. When you broke apart, Din kept his eyes on you, the set of his lips going from a slight smile to his signature smirk. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 
“I was right.” Questioning him silently with a frown and a few quick blinks, you waited. “You just needed the right person. Maybe next time we can try something different and a little less… lubricated.” It took you a second, but when you realized that he was changing the subject and talking about the condoms - and your body’s reaction to him, you laughed, eyes squeezing shut and your hand tugging his hair harder than necessary. 
“It’s Christmas, Din. Are you trying to get on the naughty list? I hear there’s no presents that way.” He laughed, too, but didn’t answer until you were both settled again, the laughter subsiding. 
“I already got my present.” So did I. He paused. “And I was just making an observation.” He arched a brow. “Hopefully I can make it a habit.” 
“I’d like that.” A lot. “And if you don’t want to, you don’t have to come with me tomorrow, Din. It’s not like they’re expecting you, so -”
“Wouldn’t miss it. I’m not going to let you explain all of this on your own.” He cleared his throat. “That’s not who I am.” He didn’t need you to agree, and so you didn’t, instead mouthing the words “good night” to the man and then closing your eyes, your arm slung around his upper body and his around the lower portion of yours. 
You wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but you didn’t care. And I don’t think he does, either. You also knew that in the light of day, everything that had happened in the previous 36 hours would catch up to you - and it would be a lot. But I won’t change my mind. Not before either of us knows what being in Mandalore together will be like. 
“Hey.” You were almost asleep when he interrupted your thoughts, his voice tinged with fatigue. “After your parents’... I know you need to pack, but …” He sighed, the end of it turning into a yawn. “Will you come over to my place and give Grogu his present?” 
“He’ll need something to keep him occupied on the plane.” You smiled at the thought, nodding, though you didn’t open your eyes. “Yes. I’ll come over.” He hummed in agreement, and a few seconds later, you did open your eyes, saying his name. I forgot until … “And that way, I can watch you open yours, too.” 
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Sheber olar = sit here 
Nayc = no 
Bat ner ijaat = on my honor
Gar’re mesh’la = you’re beautiful 
Ni rejorhaa'ir te haat = I tell the truth
Ner yatne wero = my ‘best’ problem (my favorite problem)
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angelsanarchy · 1 year ago
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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 15
Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27
Oystein had finally made it home for the holidays. He promised his mom he would stay the week but all he wanted to do was sleep. They had finally gotten the album out and actually making some money back after a year and a half of dedication. They had already started working on what comes next but going into the next year, Oystein wanted to take things to the extreme.
"Honey, please don't fall asleep yet. I have groceries coming and I don't think your dad will be back in time to help." He wasn't asleep yet but the TV wasn't helping.
"The TV is nauseating. There's nothing on it." He complained switching the channels.
"You look exhausted honey. You need a vacation away from here." Oystein rolled his eyes.
"This is my vacation Mom." He could see the concern on her face but she kissed his head gently as he continued to loaf across the couch. The doorbell rang just as he was starting to get comfortable and he let out a sigh.
"Can you get that please?" Oystein held his hand up at his mom who popped her head back out the kitchen as he walked to the door.
"Hey man-" Oystein opened the door expecting anyone but her but there she was, Y/n standing there looking completely different from the last time he saw her.
"Um...your mom has a pretty big order..." Y/n gestured over her shoulder and Oystein followed her down the steps quietly stunned. They hadn't spoken in two years and Oystein couldn't even remember the last time he saw her. He decided the night she told him to fuck off that he would throw his every thought into their album. He wasn't going to let her ruin what he was building. He had a brief stint with a photographer who took shots for the album cover but once that dwindled out, he decided no more fucking around until they had reached the pinnacle of what they were creating, what he was cultivating.
"I'm sorry if this is awkward, I honestly didn't know you had come home." Y/n said honestly.
"I'm visiting on holiday. I promised I would come home after we finished the album but never made it so this is me making up for it." Oystein explained grabbing bags from the back.
"I'm sure they loved that. Your dad hasn't stopped bragging about you whenever I bring groceries." Y/n smiled and it made Oystein's chest hurt.
"You changed your hair." He blurted making her laugh.
"I did. It was starting to get too long so-"
"It looks good." Oystein added. She reached out and touched the top of his making him freeze.
"Your roots could use a touch up. Your evil is bleeding out." Y/n joked. He wanted to laugh but the last time they spoke, she was shitting on his image. She had no idea who he was now.
"I've been a bit busy." Oystein tossed more of the groceries at the bottom of the steps and Y/n nodded realizing he apparently didn't appreciate the joke.
"That's what I hear. Congratulations on the album. Your sister actually gifted it to me for Christmas." Oystein didn't know why he felt self conscious that she actually owned a copy of their record but he tried not to let it show.
"I'm sure it's getting a lot of use in a drawer somewhere." He grabbed the last of the groceries and started to walk away.
"It's not...and it's really good. I don't understand most of it but it's good Oystein." He finally looked at her face and she held a sincere gaze as she complimented him, almost like she was proud of him.
"Well I guess we didn't need a list of backup singers after all considering Pelle is still alive and kicking." Oystein shot watching her face fall.
"Tell your mom I said happy holiday." She turned her back on him and started down the driveway to the car but he followed.
"You know you should consider growing up and finding a legitimate job. I mean I thought you would have moved on by now but here you are still slinging groceries." Y/n laughed out loud at Oystein's bitter jab at her employment again.
"What? You don't want to talk about how much of a poser I am? Or how I don't give a shit about my band? You've got nothing to say now?" He pressed continuing to follow her as she slammed her trunk shut.
"I'm not going to fight you Euronymous. It would be a waste of both our times. The only thing you're doing now is revealing how absolutely full of shit you are still. I can see you haven't changed one bit." She got into her car and he felt his blood boiling. He wanted to fight. He wanted to get under her skin. Anything just to keep her talking to him. Before he could say anything else, she was backing out of the driveway as his dad was pulling in. He gave her a wave before parking in front of Oystein who was clenching his fists, stalking back to the groceries at the bottom of the steps to drag inside.
"Blast from the past! I bet you and Y/n had a lot to catch up on." His dad clearly didn't realize they were no longer on speaking terms.
"Hardly. Honestly I thought she would have gotten a real job by now. It's pretty pathetic to still be delivering groceries at her age." Oystein's dad halted his son with a firm grip.
"Oystein...you didn't say that to her did you? That is incredibly inappropriate and hurtful. She works really hard to support her family, especially after what happened with her mother." Oystein had no idea what his dad was talking about but he was actually upset with him.
"What happened to her mom?" He asked curiously.
"She had a psychotic breakdown. Tried to kill herself in front of the kids. Her dad had to have her committed just to be able to care for her. Y/n has to work like she does to take care of her brothers. I think even one of her brothers has the same problems her mother has. It's incredibly sad." Oystein couldn't lie. He felt like a dick for saying what he said but there was nothing he could do about it.
They were just two different people who couldn't make it work. It was bittersweet but not surprising. He couldn't let her take him back to where he was then. He had to stay focused on keeping the image that he worked so hard for.
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myewten · 1 year ago
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Here's part 2 of fubu! Jake, please enjoy
Sub Jake, Dom reader, Mommy kink, bathroom sex, degrading Jake, idk what else are the tags
Jake was in disarray; all of a sudden the perfect person appeared in front of his eyes all ready for the taking, someone who he'd happily set aside his player tendencies from. And as quick as you appeared in his life, you left just as fast. Days of messaging you on bumble, insta and telegram, all being left at seen, then all just being delivered. He knows you haven't blocked him and yet you choose to ignore his relentless messages.
It was all going so smooth, you guys were seeing each other for casual sex and the moments after when he hung out in your apartment made him think that there was a connection more than sex. Those longing looks, those shared blankets, those intimate touches by your kitchen counter, those stupid moments before you kicked him out.
Did they mean nothing to you?
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A week passed and Jake started to finally entertain the thought that maybe you weren't gonna come back to him. So he finally said yes when his friends Chan's invitation to go clubbing.
"dude, she's ghosted you for a week already. she's not gonna just appe---- wait isn't that her?"
Chan was almost worried Jake broke his neck just to check if you were really there. And low and behold, you were. Just as beautiful as the day you left...a week ago or so.
A black and red halter dress, hair and makeup all done, everything was perfect about your look for the night. It's like it was ripped right out of Jake's wettest dreams. The thing that pulled him out of his fantasies however was that you were dancing with some random tall and masculine looking chick.
He felt defeated, then he remembered "who gives a fuck, I'll just act drunk"
And so before Chan can stop his younger friend, Jake went waddling over to try and steal you from the chick that could most likely beat him up.
"mind if I steal you for a moment sweetheart?"
"and if I say no?"
"please mommy, I miss you so much"
"sit"
And Jake was sat right on the closed toilet while staring at your towering pressence. Awaiting patiently for whatever you'd give him, your attention was enough as is.
"what gave you the idea that you could grind your pathetic little dick on my ass when mommy was busy?" you were leaning on the wall in front of the toilet and slowly traced the tip of your red bottom heels on Jake's legs. Slowly ridding it up until it was pressed up on his visible hard on and slowly adding pressure while simultaneously giving Jake a wonderful view of you wearing his favorites pair of panties. It was a sight worth dying for.
All he could do was whimper at the sight and your actions almost making him finish. He hadn't touched himself since you left. "answer me, slut."
"I-i'm sorry mommy--! I miss you so much. p-please come back to me. I-i'll b-be so good for you. Just use me. P-please come back! I-i---"
You cut him off by a kiss and swallowing his moans, sitting on his lap to get comfortable for your next actions.
"if you don't make a sound, I'll make you my only slut. ok?"
All he could do was desperately nod as you already started unzipping his pants and taking out his aching dick. Even the sight of you spitting on your hand as if there wasn't enough pre-cum coming out of him to help you out made him even more turned on.
You started you pace slowly and teasing his tip as you nibbled on his Adam's apple. Jake's plump lips was most definitely bleeding from how hard he was bitting down to quiet himself. "Did you bring your car baby?"
a nod was all you got as a reply and you continued to fasten you pace and then stopping. "Good, let's continue this there. But first, let me take care of my poor little slut"
You knew him so well, all you had to do was go back to teasing his tip and he was all over your hand and whimpering ever so quietly.
he was hard almost instantly again when he saw you taste him from your hand and kissed him to make him taste his own cum. "open and swallow for me baby."
"good boy, now let's say good bye to your friend and you can taste mommy in the car ok?"
"yes, mommy"
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itsthestutterforme · 10 months ago
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Hey Rebel 1/2 (Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega!reader)
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Summary: Ari tags along on one of your missions, nearly jeopardizing it when he catches a whiff of your intoxicating scent.
Notes: GIF is not mine, this is not a beta’d read, A/B/O dynamics, reader is Afro!Latina and a CIA agent, reader is very bratty in this series
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“I see the target,” you said through comms. The loud bass from the music reverberated in your ribs as you push passed a few people in the club.
The club was a lot more busy than you anticipated which made your mission quite easy for you.
You preferred to work alone on missions but with this particular target was violent and the two of you had history.
He killed your partner and made you watch. He kept you alive to continue the torment of know that your mistake had your partner killed.
Though he wasn’t just your partner, he was boyfriend at the time. His scent was everywhere in your apartment, and when it slowly started to disintegrate in spaces he would hang out the most, you wanted to tear your heart out.
When his clothes stopped smelling him and started smelling like you, you had nothing left of him but memories.
He wasn’t your mate necessarily, but you he made you feel safer than any of your previous boyfriends had.
His death put you in second gear on your missions. Your accuracy increased by 23% and you spent every waking minute in the gun range or in the gym. You were a forced to be reckoned with and quickly became Ethan’s favorite agent.
And Ethan couldn’t have his favorite girl off on a potential murder mission without backup.
So he sent in a newer agent with a promising record in shooting accuracy for support. And he sent in Ari, his other favorite.
If the target made your cover, he was as good as gone. So you put your pride aside and disguised as an exotic dancer.
It was the best chance to get close to the target without immediately getting made.
You tugged at the bottom strap of your solid gold top to alleviate some pressure on your ribs. You were sure they gave you a size smaller than you told them so your breasts are practically spilling out.
The bottom was a measly and thin, it was very obvious that it was made of leotard fabric and tailored it to be a bikini bottom.
You had absolutely no breathing room in this outfit. Every inch of skin on your body that could be visible is shown.
You’re not necessarily used to your sternum tattoo and your thigh tattoos being visible to the naked eye.
Continuing through the crowd, a man slapped your ass as he walked by making you immediately tense.
You looked over your shoulder at him, watching as he drank your figure in. One disgusting man isn’t going to jeopardize your mission, so you continued moving.
The mixed scents of designations with smoke and sweat made you nose blind to anything else so you didn’t bother sniffing.
You made eye contact with the newer agent when he started speaking on coms.
“I count five guards,” he says, pressing and adjusting his Bluetooth in his ear.
A scowl made its way onto your face when you saw a larger man in an all black suit look in the new agent’s direction.
He flagged down another man and they converse for a few paces, sending occasional glances in his direction.
Shit.
“Do me a favor and stop messing with your comms. You’ve been made. Go to the rendezvous point.” You commanded.
“I wasn’t made.” “Fine then I’ll let Tweetledee and Tweetledum take you into the back alley and beat you to a pulp,” you snap.
His eyes widen when the two large men push their way through the crowd and beelined straight for him.
“On it. Sorry.” He rushes out the back door with them hot on his tail.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you rolled your neck around until it cracked. “Maybe you should go easy on the kid,” Ari points out.
“I’m not going to let anyone jeopardize my mission, Romeo.” “Your mission?” you opened your mouth to respond when a man whistled over at you, motioning you to come over once you made eye contact.
“Care to give me a dance, sweetheart?” The man asks, pulling you into his lap and squeezing your waist eagerly.
“Anything you want,” Ari’s gaze darkened when he saw your hips moving sensually to the soft beat of the music.
You threw your head back, your box braids swaying around until the landed on your chest. The man pulled you even closer, scenting the sensitive skin below your ear.
A omega woman approached Ari with a tray full of drinks.
“May I offer you a drink, sir?” She bends down slightly so he could take a drink from his seated position.
“Thanks honey,” he took out his wallet and gave her a twenty for her consideration. Her hand caressed his palm when she gingerly took the bill from his hand.
She moved her hair to the side, exposing her unmarked gland. “I’m not interested,” he takes a sip of his bourbon once the omega moves away from him.
Ari hasn’t had genuine relationship with an omega that wasn’t sexual. He initially fell for the bullshit theory that philosophers create centuries ago about the match made in Heaven.
An alpha and an omega destined to be together by the Alpha Gods.
He quickly realized when he married Rachel that not every omega can spark that special connection.
Just because omegas weren’t easy to find in common society, doesn’t mean they’re all special. Now he’s found himself caught in a marriage because an omega got pregnant
Neither of them have filed for a divorce yet because of the immense amount of paperwork and money that would go into it.
Ari came to terms with the fact that his child spends more time with the babysitter than with her parents.
With him away on missions and Rachel spending every waking minute with her sugar daddy alpha, the kid doesn’t stand a chance at a normal childhood.
And it’s not like anything is going to change any time soon.
Ari was seated in a loveseat across the room for you. He watches you over the rim of his glass, still dancing on the man’s lap.
He tilts his head as he tried to decipher your thigh tattoos from behind.
“I didn’t realize how tatted you were, Juliet.” You rolled your eyes at Ari’s remark and had glanced over the man’s shoulder at the target.
Rumlow. You thought to yourself. The man he was meeting hasn’t up yet, but you needed to prepare yourself for when he does.
Your strategizing was cut short when the man cradled your neck, smoothing a hand over your gland.
You stopped your movements, narrowing your eyes directly into his. The smile slowly fell from his face and a low growl grumbled in your chest.
His hand slowly dropped from your gland and you snapped at him.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” he holds his hands up and you slid off his lap.
“Pig,” you walked away from him and made your way to the bar. You were going to be giving drinks for the rest of the night. Screw the dances.
“Well that wasn’t very nice,” “Fuck you, Romeo.” He smiles against the glass before downing the rest of the bourbon.
Ari couldn’t help but notice the frequent head turning from groups of men when you walk by. Followed by the sniffs in your general direction.
Ari had to admit, you had an interesting scent. Actually, there is no scent initially and no way of telling what designation you were.
The way you carried yourself, you could easily be mistaken for an alpha. But Ari had a sneaky suspicion that you weren’t an alpha.
You were an omega that took the strongest scent blockers he’s even heard.
He’s smelled your original scent before. It was a faint whiff, but he smelled it and he’s been drunk for it ever since.
He made the connect that you scent spikes through the scent blockers when you’re aggravated about something.
Luckily for him, he had a knack for being aggravating. Truth was, Ethan knew you were capable of doing this mission alone.
It was Ari who insisted on tagging along.
But you will never figure that out. Or maybe you will, you’re quite the sharp tool. “We have a long night ahead of us. So let’s just play nice.” Ari suggests.
“Don’t provoke me and maybe I will,”
You continued serving drinks, getting more and more annoyed with every slap on the ass you received.
Ari kept an eye on the door to any new faces turn up and after a while, you realized how quiet your comms have been.
It’s been dead silent for at least five minutes. And Ari never knew when to shut up so you knew something was wrong.
You looked around for Ari only to find him staring at you confusingly. You needed to talk to him but you couldn’t pull him aside.
Otherwise that would break your cover. Letting out a sigh, you set the tray of drinks down at the bar and made your way over to him.
“Follow my lead,” you said to him, putting your hand on his shoulder and sliding into his lap. He keeps his hands by his side as he looked at you attentively.
You held his gaze for a moment before moving your hips against him and rolling your body. “What happened to comms?”
“No idea,” he slowly slides down the seat, his hands gripping the arm rests for dear life.
“Do you know how long they were out?” “No,” he grunts. “Do you think they’re onto us?” “There’s a chance. Are they looking?”
You glanced over his shoulder and saw Rumlow with a dancer giving him a lap dance. He downs his drink and shakes his glass at the bartender.
You felt Ari’s body tense underneath you and you raised a brow at him.
“If you want this to be believable, I need you to touch me.” “I’m trying to be respectful,”
“Please. Don’t pretend like your eyes haven’t been glued to my ass all night, Romeo.” He licks his lips and rested his hands on your thighs.
The second his hand touched your bare thigh, you inhaled sharply. Heat spread from your thighs up your waist and chest, finally resting on your face.
Your mating gland throbbed painfully and you stopped moving against him. His grip on your thighs tightened when you tried to move off of him.
Ari groans as the same burning heat took over him, his gland pulsing at the same rhythm as yours.
Your heart sank in your chest when you made the realization. Your scent was spreading passed the scent blockers.
Ari’s hands move up your back and held you close, dipping his head to inhale your sweet scent of honeysuckle and warm honey.
You let out a fearful growl when the tip of his nose brushes the base of your throat.
Your heart continued to patter in your chest when you made eye contact with the group of betas looking over at you, sniffing in your general direction.
The anxiety caused your scent to spike and you attempted to leave his lap once again but he held you down.
“Let me go,” “If I let you go now, they will swarm you. Just trust me,” he says the last few words slowly, removing his grip from your back.
He takes a few deep breaths, moving your body with each breath. You looked over at the initial group of betas who crinkled their noses and looked away from you.
His husky scent of pine and sandalwood invaded your nose in strong wafts. He was masking your scent with his, staking an unwanted claim. You had matched your breathing to his, bring you out of your anxiousness.
You hadn’t realized you were digging your nails into his dress shirt. Releasing him from your grip, you slid off his lap.
And when you looked over at the target, he was gone. “Mission’s over,” you hugged your arms to your chest and beelined for the changing room before Ari could reach for you again.
He waited for you outside in the car and you had changed back into your black slacks and white blouse.
You had pulled your box braids into a low bun. Sliding into the passenger seat, you tossed your duffel bag in the bag and sent a text to the new agent letting him know you were on your way.
Ari watched you turn your face to look out the window once you send the text. You were actively avoid any interaction with him.
At least before you entertained him with snarky remarks and insults. This was much worse. He reverses out the back alley and onto the highway.
“So are we going to talk about what happened in there?”
“Nothing happened, Levinson.” “Bullshit. You felt something and it scared you.” “No I wasn’t. I was pissed that I missed another chance to take the some of a bitch down.”
“Yeah, sure.” He says skeptically. “Why do you take such strong scent blockers?”
“Because of what happened in there. I’ve always had an intoxicating scent. And it’s gotten me into a lot of trouble as a teenager so I suppress it.”
“It is very intoxicating,” another silence fell over the two of you and Ari looked at you but your gaze remained outside the window.
“You’re really not going to talk about it?” “No. I already have a lot on my plate with work. I don’t need this right now.”
“Our primal instinct doesn’t care about our human duties,” “You sound just like those ancient men in those history books,” you dismiss.
“Look at me,” “No,” “Look at me, omega.” “You’re not my Alpha. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just want to talk to you.” “There’s nothing to talk about,” “Yes, there is. Stop dismissing everything, Y/N. This is serious.”
And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
You looked away from the window and said, “How serious is this, Ari? Hm? Is it life or death? Or just some stupid reason for Alphas to have complete control of another living being?”
You poked harshly at his arm and he growled at the tone you used and you emitted a growl low enough to make your chest vibrate.
“Y/N,” he warns. “I am not an omega you can just claim, Ari. If you try, I will make sure to make your life a living hell. So just drop it.”
You held his gaze for a few seconds before returning your gaze back out of the window. Ari made the conclusion like this was nothing like how they described it in the history books.
If you truly was his mate, then how the hell was he going to prove that to you? He had better luck finding a needle in a haystack.
**
Ari wasn’t sure what to do about pursuing you. Your inner omega was aggressive and untamed despite your calm human nature. You were strong for an omega and you made it clear that you had to be earned.
He spent weeks bring your flowers, contacting some of your coworkers to learn your favorite foods and wines. You didn’t trust him at all, but you decided to give him somewhat of a chance.
He took you on a date on horseback. Once he found out you grew up in el campo, he immediately researched the nearest horseback riding stable and booked a session.
He wanted to know as much about you as possible. From you of course, but you’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since you met him.
When he tried to lean in to kiss you after the date, you growled at him and retreated back into your house, leaving him completely dumbfounded on your porch.
You kept him on his toes, which encourages the chase. But Ari’s concern is that you never stop running from him.
That he won’t get the chance to catch you and he’ll lose you forever.
The last thing he had to remember between you was an argument. It was the day before he was set to leave for Ethiopia and wanted to see you before he left.
He would have been gone for weeks at a time and there was no telling when he would be back.
You were pissed because he hid the fact the was married from you. He thought you knew from Ethan but you hadn’t.
He replayed your argument almost daily in his head up until the drive back to your place after the assignment; his face would heat up at the mere thought of it.
“When were you going to tell me? Were you even going to tell me?” “Of course, I was- I thought you already knew.”
You scoffed and turned away from him to walk into your kitchen. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have given you the time of day.”
You took a glass from the cabinet and poured a bourbon on the rocks. “You barely give me the time of day now,”
“Any normal person would have gotten the hint by now and move on,” “Then I guess I’m not a normal person,” you down the drink in one shot, making a face when the burn lingers.
“Ari, I really don’t think this is going to work. You’re married. You obviously married her because you had some sort of connection with her. So focus on repairing things with her instead of starting new with me,”
“No. There was never a connection. I did it out of obligation.” “So.. does that make me an obligation then?”
“I want to be with you, Y/N. We share a connection whether you want to or not. So stop being stubborn for once and allow it to happen.” He snaps.
You met his gaze from across the counter and let out a long breath. “I think you should focus on your mission for tomorrow,” you said after a long pause.
He huffs and presses the palms of his hands against the counter. “Okay,” he said softly and left your house.
You waited for the door to close to lean your head against the wall. He wasn’t going to go away. So that means you have to.
Ari was immediately concerned when he was greeted by a for sale sign in your front yard when he pulled into your driveway.
He left the flower he bought you in the passenger seat and ran up the stairs. The front door was locked so he went around back to check if the sliding glass door was open.
He sighed in relief when the door smoothly slid open. Everything was moved out from the house and your scent has faded out, even in your bedroom.
He bowed his head when he realized that you were gone for nearly as long as he was on assignment.
Where the hell did you go?
He pulls out his phone and clicked on an unsaved number. On the third ring, someone answered.
“Well isn’t this a surprise. How’s it going, sunshine?” Lloyd greets. “Lloyd, I need you to do something to me,” “Name it,”
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justgleekout · 1 year ago
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Are We Ever Gonna Be Okay Again?
Summary: An alternate timeline in which Kurt did go to Lima for Christmas and he and Blaine had that much-needed heart-to-heart.
But uh-oh! It's angst and they cry.
Rating: G
Words: 2273
Additional tags: Missing Scene, Fix-It, Episode: s04e10 Glee Actually, Alternate Timeline, Blangst, angst with hopeful ending, Mostly Canon Compliant, talks about cheating
Notes: Would you believe it? I've written something again!
It always bothered me that Kurt and Blaine never had a real conversation about Blaine's cheating. So this is me exploring the hows and whys and filling the gaps the writers had left. This is heavy on the emotional (bl)angst. Sorry, I like to inflict pain on this fandom.
And of course, thank you to the best beta in the world @esperantoauthor (Esperanto on Ao3)! <33
Read on Ao3
When the doorbell rang, Blaine was shaking. He hadn't seen Kurt since the opening night of McKinley's rendition of Grease. And that encounter had left him almost feeling worse than when he left New York after Kurt and he had just broken up. Blaine felt nauseous. He tried to swallow the feeling away, but his mouth was dry. He opened the door and when he saw Kurt in the doorway it was all he could do not to cry. 
“Hey,” Kurt said, his voice barely above a whisper, and he gave Blaine the faintest of smiles. A smile so small and unsure that Blaine almost wished he hadn’t smiled at all.
The air between them was thick and heavy. With so many things yet unspoken, so many emotions unshown. Blaine wanted to reach out. He wanted to enfold himself in Kurt's arms, but he didn’t want to scare Kurt away, so he settled for a small, “Hey,” in return. “Do you want to come in? It's freezing.” The incredible normality of that sentence made him sick to his stomach. Nothing about this was casual and they both knew it.
“Yeah, okay.”
Blaine stepped back and Kurt entered his house. 
“Did you want to come up to my room?” 
Kurt shrugged. “Sure.” He tried to smile again, but it didn't reach his eyes. He followed Blaine up the stairs into his room and sat down on the edge of Blaine's bed. His back was oddly straight, and he stared down at his hands. 
Blaine closed the door behind them. He didn't know why he closed the door; his parents weren't home. Maybe it was to keep Kurt from running away. To hold them together. To shield them. Blaine took a breath and sat down on the bed next to Kurt, making sure to leave enough space between them. 
“So..” Kurt said. He glanced at Blaine. He looked apprehensive and it hurt Blaine. It felt awful to see the person he loved, look at him with fear and doubt and not be able to reach out to comfort him especially because he was the reason Kurt felt like that in the first place. “How have you been?” A question usually thrown into small talk so casually now felt incredibly heavy. 
“Awful,” Blaine said truthfully. If this was supposed to be a heart-to-heart, he might as well be honest. 
Kurt nodded, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “Me too.”
“Kurt, you must know how sorry I am. God, I am so sorry I don't think I will ever be able to say it enough for it to cover the severity of how much I mean it, but-” 
Blaine was sure his heart stopped when he felt Kurt's hand on his leg. “I know. I believe you,” Kurt said. “And I meant it when I said I wanted to forgive you. But it’s hard for me, Blaine. I thought I could trust you with my life and then you…”
Blaine flinched. “I know.” 
“But maybe we can talk about how we can move forward?” Kurt prompted. He actually looked hopeful.
Blaine bit his lip. He wanted to move forward, but he couldn’t do that without moving back for a bit. He took a deep breath to gather the courage to speak, “I would actually really like to tell you what happened and why I did what I did.” It came out faster than he had hoped, but he had said it. “I also want to explain how I felt when you-”
Kurt stiffened and retreated his hand. “You don't get to blame me for cheating, Blaine,” he said slowly. 
Blaine felt like he had been slapped in the face. Where did that come from? “I- I'm not blaming you. I just want to explain how I felt. I-”
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don't wanna fight about this again.”
Blaine wanted to take Kurt's hand, as if touching him would make him understand, but he didn't. “I don't want to fight about this either, Kurt, but we never really fought about it in the first place. We never even talked about what happened… you just decided you didn't want to hear what I had to say and let me drown in guilt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I made you feel guilty for cheating on me,” Kurt snapped and stood up from the bed. 
Blaine stared at Kurt. The fear and sadness he felt before, made room for frustration. “Kurt, you know that's not what I mean.. I- Can we please just talk about this? That's why you’re here right? To have a conversation?”
“I’m not going to listen to you just trying to defend yourself, Blaine.” His voice was cold and flat. 
Blaine started to feel the desperation rise in his chest. “You are not listening, Kurt.” He was forcing himself not to cry, though tears were burning in his eyes. 
Kurt pursed his lips and started walking to the door. He was leaving. “This was a mistake.“ 
But before Kurt could reach the door knob Blaine stood up. “Can you please just listen to me!?” Blaine snapped, tears finally falling. He didn't want to raise his voice. He didn't want to fight, but Kurt just wasn't hearing him. “This is a big part of the problem, Kurt! You don't listen to me. You don't want to hear what I have to say, but I just- I need to explain. Please just for once listen to me!” Kurt couldn’t leave now. Not again. 
And for the first time, Kurt was quiet. His eyes were spitting fire, but he was listening. He was finally listening.
Without taking so much as a breath, Blaine continued. He had held these feelings inside for so long, now that he had started, he couldn’t stop the words from pouring out. “Every time I try to talk to you, you shut yourself off. You ignore me, you change the subject or you get angry. And I am sick of it. If you want to give us another shot, even just as friends, I need to be able to share my part of the story as well. You don’t think I hate myself for what I did? I cried myself to sleep about it for weeks, Kurt. I am not trying to play the victim here, but do you even know why I cheated on you? Do you think I did it because I was horny and because you weren't around I just asked the first person that wanted to fuck me if I could come over? You really think that?” At this Kurt’s expression changed slightly. He still looked furious, but Blaine could see something else behind his eyes. 
“I felt so alone, Kurt. I was scared. I had convinced myself you didn't love me anymore and I couldn't even tell you any of this because I could never get a hold of you for longer than two minutes. And when you finally did have a second to spare we only ever talked about you, which only strengthened the feeling I had that I just wasn't important to you. I felt completely replaced. You didn't need me anymore.”
Blaine saw that the anger in Kurt’s eyes had subsided a little. He had a pained expression on his face now and had defensively wrapped his arms around his chest.
Blaine took a deep breath. He had thought about what he was going to say next, but he never dared to say it out loud before. “I- I think maybe subconsciously I cheated on you so that that would be the reason you didn’t want to be with me anymore… not because I wasn't good enough or because you had just… fallen out of love with me.” Saying it somehow felt worse than thinking it. “I also desperately wanted to feel like I meant something to someone again.” Tears were now falling down Blaine’s cheeks. He didn’t want to think about what he was about to say next, he knew it would hurt Kurt, but he had to tell him. He just had to. “So when this guy, Eli, added me on Facebook, I thought… I don’t know, I thought maybe I would feel better.” 
Kurt flinched. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away as if to block out what Blaine was saying.
Blaine continued, “Maybe it would numb this ache in me. Maybe this was the only way I could get you to care. Or maybe I just wanted to protect myself against the pain. But whilst I was doing it, it mostly felt like I was punishing myself. For what, I don't really know. I guess for being stupid enough to believe I would be important enough for you to want me around when you moved to New York. I still don’t fully understand why I did it. All I know is I was hurt, and panicking and confused. And then, right after I did it, I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life. It felt so wrong to be with someone else. I realised that no matter how bad things would've gotten between us, it was worth fighting for and I just threw it all away in a single night. The only thing I wanted was to undo what I did. And knowing that was impossible was the worst thing I've ever experienced.”
Blaine was dizzy. He felt such a deep-rooted all-consuming guilt. He knew it wasn't an excuse. The decision he had made on a whim in a state of panic had ruined the best thing he had. He had not only broken Kurt’s heart, but his own too. Being with someone else, giving his heart and body to a random guy so carelessly had made him feel sick. He felt gross and empty and he couldn’t even blame the guy he did it with because he didn't do anything wrong. He hadn't even known Blaine had a boyfriend. 
“I don’t know what I even expect from you, Kurt. I can’t ask for forgiveness. I understand if you decide you don't want anything to do with me, but just... I needed you to know. To understand maybe? I made the worst mistake of my life and I’ll never be able to undo what I did even though I would in a heartbeat.”
“I’m sorry.” Kurt's voice was so faint Blaine almost thought he had imagined it. 
“You- what?”
“I’m sorry,” Kurt repeated. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, Blaine. I- I had no idea.” 
Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes and saw that they were shining with tears. 
“I was so immersed in my new life. I was excited about everything that was going on in New York. I was making new friends and I am sorry I became blinded to how you were feeling. All when I promised you, you weren't gonna lose me. I promised and I failed you.” 
Blaine couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Never in a million years had he expected Kurt to apologise. He didn’t even know he needed to hear it until he did. “Kurt, I-”
“But you still hurt me, Blaine,” Kurt said, but there was no venom in his voice. Not anymore. “You broke my heart and my trust and I don't think I deserved what you did to me-”
“Of course you didn’t!”
“-But, I am glad you told me, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen when you needed me to hear you. I think I needed to hear this to move forward and try to forgive you. And I want to forgive you, Blaine, so bad, but I just… can’t. Not yet.” 
“I know.” It hurt to hear Kurt say that, but he knew he really couldn’t expect anything different. Kurt needed time. He needed to process everything Blaine had told him, but Blaine could wait. Even if he had to wait years for Kurt to fully forgive him, it would be worth it. “Can I…” Blaine hesitated. “Can I please hug you?” he dared to ask, hoping he wasn't pushing his luck. 
And then, before he knew it, Blaine was enveloped in Kurt’s arms. Completely taken aback, it took Blaine a second to register what was happening. He then slowly curled his arms around Kurt’s back and buried his face into Kurt's shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and tears started falling again, and they kept falling until he was sobbing in Kurt's arms. 
Kurt squeezed him tight. He held Blaine close and rubbed his back as Blaine clung to him as if he needed it to survive. It had been almost three months since he had been able to hold Kurt and he didn't dare to let go, afraid Kurt might disappear if he did. Blaine heard Kurt sniffle next to his ear. He was crying too. 
They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. The physical connection was like a godsend and the ache in Blaine's chest didn't feel as sharp anymore. Maybe, just maybe, the hole in his heart could finally start to heal. “Thank you,” he murmured into Kurt's shoulder when he had calmed down a bit, and then, “I love you." These last words said so softly they were barely audible as Blaine hardly dared to say them out loud at all.
They pulled apart and Kurt wiped the tears from his face with his hand. He gave Blaine a swift smile. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.
“Are we ever gonna be okay again?”
“I hope so.”
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theacedragon0w0 · 8 months ago
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Lizard out of Water
SagexHazel Fishing Trip Fic
Giving the Butch4butch couple some love
Hazel belongs to the pookie ever @puffymucher
Hazel chuckled as she saw Sage carrying the large cooler and camo bag up the hill, "Yer sure ya don't need a hand there Bluebell?"
"I said I got it love!" Sage shouted excitedly, bouncing behind the hellhound as they made their way up to the fishing spot.
"Thanks again for letting me tag along with you Hazelnut."
Hazel stopped so she could ruffle the reptile's hair, "Shoot, if anything I am glad ya wanted to come with me, the boss and the others aren't so keen at getting their hands dirty like us."
Sage playfully punched Hazel's arm, "Which is why we are the hired guards."
"Can't argue with that. We are almost at the spot, this ain't like the gluttony ring but it's pretty damn close in terms of it being far from the city."
Sage sighed, "Anything to take a break from having to smell constant cigarette smoke and cheap booze."
After a few more twists and turns, the two made it to an open lake, isolated by the twisted oak forest that protected it from the influence from the nine circles.
Sage couldn't contain their excitement, "Is this the same lake that Lucifer himself created as a wedding gift for Lilith?"
Hazel scratched her neck, "I think so, I didn't look too much into it, I only figured it was a nice quiet place away from it all."
Sage was already trucking over towards the dock that stood over the mass body of water, dropping their stuff and already pulling out the fishing gear by the time Hazel caught up with them. Whistling at Sage's muscly-soft body.
"I didn't think you'd be this excited over fishing dear,"
Sage's ears drooped, "Oh, sorry," but Hazel squeezed their shoulder.
"Don't apologize for it Bluebell! It's very sweet that you're putting all this effort for me." Hazel giving Sage a kiss on their nose bridge, getting happy gurgles from the demon. Hazel's paw was still resting on Sage's cheek, staring at the scar that was still a deep crimson.
"Hazel? Everything ok?"
Hazel snapped from the dark thought, "Oh I'm good Bluebell! Now let me show you how to cast your line."
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Sage was humming a soft tune as their line lazily danced to the wind. Hazel was watching her girlfriend as she went to pull two canned sodas from the cooler, watching Sage's tail wag back and forth to their rhythm.
Sage stopped when Hazel bumped their arm with the cold drink, thanking her for the refreshment. Hazel continued to stare at Sage's tail, her gaze centered at the large scar that rested under the base of the tail. Hazel wrapped her arms around Sage, pulling them in a tight embrace.
"Ok Hazelnut, what's bugging you? I can feel your growl radiating through your fur."
"I love you Sage," Hazel muttered, "You are like if a bunch of rainbows and sparklers were duct-taped together and was covered with heart stickers."
Sage wiggled under the hug so that they could reciprocate it, "So what's the problem love?"
"I just wished I would've killed that cunt sooner, I hate having these thoughts of someone laying their hands on you, especially when you did nothing but try to love 'em and they hurted you anyway."
"Listen," Sage pushed Hazel just so they can have some space, they carefully unbuttoned the bottom buttons of Hazel's shirt, making the hellhound blush deeply.
But Sage stopped as they rubbed their hand over Hazel's stomach, "You know when you told me how you got those scars, I was hellbent on finding your ex so I can turn her into a chalk outline."
"But I said no, cuz I know you would've done it."
"Because I love you too Hazel, and the others as well. I'm going to be stuck with these but you know what? If I was asked if I could redo everything I wouldn't change anything, because you guys make it worth it."
"Oh Sage!" Hazel pulled Sage towards her, their noses awkwardly mushing together but they readjusted, exchanging soft moans as the two ran their hands over each other.
The moment halted when Sage heard the pole unwind quickly, "Hazel I think I caught something!!" Quickly scampering over to the fishing pole.
"You got this Bluebell!" Hazel cheered as Sage was strategically reeling in the line.
They almost got the fish out of the water when the line snapped, the force of it threw the reptile out of balance as they fell into the lake.
"Sage!" Hazel shouted, diving in just as Sage was returning to the surface.
Hazel looked at her lover, whose wet hair covered their face and was laughing.
Hazel moved the hair out of Sage's face, cupping the their face as the two were floating on the water.
"Sorry about losing the catch sweetie," Sage sheepishly confessed.
"I'd say it's worth it as long as I get to hear ya laugh like that!" Hazel replied, pulling Sage into another kiss.
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