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lowkeychenle · 2 years ago

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Like We Just Met [ZCL] (M)

Description: Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

Genre: Fluff (literally SO MUCH FLUFF we love Chenle in this house go away if you don't) // Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (it's actually sweet this time am I feeling okay), talks about marriage etc etc. Nothing really dark or upsetting in here.

Word Count: 11,292 (y'all I have no idea how this happened...)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. the rest of the Dreamies)

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Author's Note: Lowkey? This was so fun because it's from Chenle's POV...or it's supposed to be haha. This is probably my favorite fic I've ever written catch me crying in the corner...also this gif don't mind the real tears in my eyes

Nobody questioned Renjun when he said he’d invited his friend to dance practice. They brought friends in every now and then, so it wasn’t anything new. Chenle was having a bit of an off day. He kept screwing up the choreography (that he’d done seven hundred times probably in the past week alone) and even accidentally elbowed Jaemin.

Renjun’s friend had yet to show up. Chenle was beyond frustrated with the way things were going, so he let everyone know he was taking a break. He grabbed his water bottle and stomped out of the practice room.

He ended up a bit down the hallway, resting his back on the wall with his eyes closed. All he needed was a break. That had to be it.

“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked.

When he looked at you, he recoiled a bit. He’d never seen you before—he’d definitely remember—but something about you felt familiar. Like a warm aura surrounded you and infiltrated him in the best ways.

“You’re Chenle, right?” You tilted your head at him. “I’m Renjun’s friend, (Y/N). I was supposed to watch practice, but I got lost. This building is pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m Chenle.” He blinks at you a couple more times. “Um, we’re always in the same practice room. I’ll take you over there.”

“Actually, is there a place to get some water? I forgot mine at home.” You scratched the top of your head and scrunched up your nose. “It was really hot outside.”

“It’s on the way.” He gestured down the hall with his head.

You followed him without hesitation. He was acutely aware of every step you took, of how there was only a few feet between the two of you. Even though he had no clue what to say to you, you didn’t mind walking along in silence. It was unlike him to be shy. Next to impossible for him to be starstruck.

“How long have you known Renjun for?” he asked. And why the hell had you not come around sooner?

“Oh.” You took a deep breath and pursed your lips in thought as Chenle stopped to grab you a water bottle from the kitchen. “Four years now? Five? His family knows mine, so when I came back here, his parents told him he had to help me find my way around.”

“Well, today’s pretty laid back,” Chenle explains. “We’ll probably practice for another hour or two and then go home. We’ve been at it all day.”

You hum in response, opening the cap and taking a sip. “Thank you for this. Sorry to keep you from practice.”

“Don’t be. I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” Chenle chuckles, gaze drinking you in when you’re distracted by your water. “And…they can be a little…much at first. But they’re all great people, so you’ll be fine.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m nervous.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

He bit back a smile, pressing his lips into a thin line instead. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Renjun has given me plenty of warnings,” you tell him.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken you to the practice room yet. The two of you stood in the kitchen, but he knew the second you were with everyone else, the conversation was over. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, and that odd feeling of warmth settled into his chest.

“Like what?” Chenle raised his eyebrows.

“He said you’re cranky and mean.” You smiled at him, and he swore he was almost knocked off his feet. There was something about you that drew him in.

Chenle made a mental note to scold Renjun later, but he’s not necessarily wrong…he was cranky until he saw you.

“Well, in that case, what he said about everyone else is probably accurate, too.”

“You don’t look cranky,” you interjected. “You’re not mean either. Mean people don’t get strangers water bottles.”

“I’m mean to Renjun. And Jisung.”

“They’re your friends. You get a pass for your friends.” You slid one of your hands into the back pocket of your jeans, rocking on the balls of your feet as silence befell the room.

“They’re waiting for me,” Chenle says. “We should go.”

You nodded in agreement and followed him. He sulked a bit when the other members were introduced to you. They were all nice—because they always were—but when it came time to get back to practice, he found himself gravitating toward you several times.

Nearly every time he looked at you, you were already looking at him, too. Maybe it wasn’t just him that felt the weird tug. He hoped it wasn’t.

After they wrapped everything up, Chenle sat against the back wall, feeling so heavy as if he could fall asleep right there. He was exhausted.

Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark were already on their way out the door, leaving Jisung to slump next to Chenle and Renjun to talk with you. Jisung noted how he was watching you, but he didn’t say anything right away. He drank his water and stayed quiet.

You said something to Renjun, who smiled at you and nodded. He headed for the door and waited for you outside. When Chenle realized you were coming over to him, he shot a worried glance over at Jisung.

“Would you look at that?” Jisung cleared his throat. “Time for me to go.”

Before Chenle could even grab him, Jisung was halfway to the door. Once you were in front of him, you sat down and crossed your legs.

“You did really well today.”

He chuckled. “I think that’s the worst I’ve done this comeback season.”

“Then you’re in pretty good shape.” You shrugged, picking at the seam of your jeans. “I wanted to thank you. For helping me earlier.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” he said. “You’re Renjun’s friend. Of course, I’d help you.”

“Right.” You brushed your hair over your shoulder and prepared to stand up. “I should go—”

“Will you be coming back?” The question shot out of his mouth, sending a blush to his cheeks in response.

“I’m not sure,” you told him. “That’s up to Renjun I guess. It was really cool to see how passionate you guys are.”

“Let me give you my number.” Chenle grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Um, just in case you get lost again. And need help finding the room.” He cringed at himself, hoping he wasn’t going to get rejected.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him the tiniest smile, but it made his heart flutter anyway.

He handed it to you with the contact app open. You didn’t even hesitate to type in your name and number. After, you sent yourself a text, and Chenle heard it ring in your back pocket. You gave it back to him, grinned, and left him sitting there in shock.

He couldn’t choose between staring at you as you left and looking down at your contact open on his screen. His stomach twisted with nerves, but the second he saw the smiley face emoji you’d put next to your name, he already knew.

You were going to be someone to him.

Mark drops something in the kitchen, snapping Chenle out of it. He looks at you, and you smile back at him. With you pressed into his side and your legs over his lap, he can’t help but grin right back.

His hand rests on your thigh, thumb sliding gently back and forth as he presses a kiss to your temple. He’d never get used to this.

After returning from the kitchen, Mark allows the game to resume. His nose scrunches as he glances between you and Chenle. “That’s a weird ass question.”

“Not weird.” Chenle shakes his head. “Critical thinking, Mark, you should try it.”

“Oh, be nice.” You shove his shoulder.

For a while now, Chenle has felt his feelings growing more than he thought possible. He’s already in love with you (thankfully, since you’ve been together almost a year now), but something about you lately has him on a whole other level. Even then, he’s not sure what it is. He decides he’ll ride it out for a while and see where it takes him.

“Why would you ask your girlfriend what year she’d take a time machine back to? Shouldn’t she be like…happiest now?” Mark asks, sipping on whatever mixed drink he’d prepared in Chenle’s kitchen.

“You’d think.” Chenle snorts, leaning back against the couch and throwing his arm around you.

“He asks me questions like this all the time,” you tell Mark. When you steal a glance at your boyfriend, his breath catches in his chest.

What the hell is going on with him lately? He can’t concentrate around you (even more than usual) and every tiny thing you do has his heart hammering against his ribcage. Soon enough, he’s sure you’ll both hear the bones crack.

“Has anyone, by chance, ever told you two that you’re gross?” Mark chuckles to himself and leans back in the recliner. “Some of us are single and lonely, you know.”

“Some of us will never be that again,” Chenle shoots back.

“Oh, you two are the worst.” Your laugh echoes pleasantly in his ears, and he subconsciously leans closer to you.

“I am curious what your answer is, though,” Mark interjects. “Since Chenle’s so sure.”

Chenle takes a sip of his own drink, nearly cringing at the bitter taste dragging down his throat. He’s not much of a drinker—social at best. But he can still appreciate the buzz and the hazy happiness that comes with it. You take his hand that dangles over your shoulder, twirling the friendship ring wrapped around his middle finger. The action is so, so simple, yet it makes his stomach turn.

If he doesn’t figure out what the hell’s going on with him soon, he’s gonna have to separate himself from you.

“Well, you’re right.” You shrug, shuffling closer to Chenle. “This part of my life has definitely been the best. But if I could go back to any time, it would probably be when we met. You only get to meet Zhong Chenle once in your life, dude. I’d do it over and over again if I could. The second I saw him, I knew he would be important to me.”

Chenle thinks back to the moment he first saw you. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you like an actual child or the way he took in every detail of you to store in his mind forever—just in case he never got to speak to you again. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he analyzes your answer.

Mark groans. “That doesn’t count! That was last year.”

Grabbing the pillow next to him, Chenle throws it at his friend. “Leave her alone, it was a good answer.”

But when he contemplates that thought, he’s not sure he understands what you mean. His ears burn, the tips of them turning red as he recalls how embarrassingly nervous he was around you all the time. How awkward all of your firsts together were. Everything now is so much better than back then.

Not to mention he’s looked at you the same way since that first night. His feelings for you have grown, sure, but those butterflies he used to get still torment him just about every time he sees you smile.

“Why?” Chenle finally asks.

“You were so cute,” you hum, shifting closer to him. “Everything made you nervous. You almost keeled over in embarrassment when you asked to hold my hand.”

Mark laughs, and Chenle sends a glare his way. No part of that is even anywhere near funny.

“Okay, it's your turn.” Mark gestures at you.

Chenle resists the urge to reach over and touch your face. Usually, he’s so much better about being so clingy in front of his friends and, while he would prefer Mark not seeing this side of him, he couldn’t care less when his gaze is locked with yours.

“Cool.” You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “Both of you. Hypothetical situation. Let’s say you’re drunk. You walk into a room and everyone you’ve ever loved is in there. Like…loved. Who are you going to?”

“Dude.” Mark’s jaw drops. “That’s such a shitty question for me.”

“You’ll live,” Chenle replies. “Just romantic love?”

“All of it. Platonic, romantic, family.” You purse your lips in thought.

Chenle doesn’t have to think about it. Not really. He’d rather get struck by lightning and then hit by a bus right after before admitting that so easily in front of Mark. In this case, it’s always been you. From the second you spoke to him for the first time, he was irrevocably yours.

“You.” Chenle watches your eyebrows raise.

“Be serious,” you say. “Your parents are included in that.”

“I’m serious. You.” Chenle chuckles.

You give him a pointed look, but that’s when Mark cuts in.

“No, he’s for real. Like…that legitimately happened.” Mark leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs as he rests his head in his palms. “Do you guys not remember?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, frowning.

Chenle remembers. Barely, and it’s a bit foggy, but it comes back like a baseball bat upside the head as Mark starts telling the story.

Chenle’s birthday party last year. The night was barely halfway through and he was drunk enough to be stumbling over his feet. He’d heard you were coming, but he had yet to see you. Even when every other feeling was numbed by the tingling sensation the alcohol left behind, his craving to see you was all that remained.

Mark walked next to him, having a full conversation with himself since Chenle was so fog-brained. As much as he loved Mark, there was only one person he wanted to see. Everyone he knew and loved was here—his parents, the rest of his group, and Jisung had somehow forgotten to uninvite Chenle’s ex.

He only ever dated one person before you, but he wasn’t sure he ever loved her. Regardless, there she was. Even with her standing across the room from him, he kept waiting like a lost puppy.

When you walked in, he swore the whole world stopped around him. Everyone but you was moving in slow motion before they eventually faded into nothing, darkness that was emphasized by the light you were. His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped walking.

Chenle couldn’t form a coherent thought while he stared at you, drunken stupor making it so much easier to forget the embarrassment. Mark watched him curiously as Chenle made his way over to you. He refused to waste any more time when he knew you were the one he wanted to talk to.

You had always been more confident around him than he was around you. Your face lit up when you saw him, wrapping your arms around him. He secured you in his grasp, breathing in the scent of your hair and the perfume you wore.

“Happy birthday.” Your voice is muffled a bit by his T-shirt. “Sorry I’m late, took a bit longer to get ready than I thought it would.”

He knew he should’ve let you go. People were starting to notice the way he was clinging to you, and not even being drunk could excuse that behavior. He was about ready to tell everyone except you to leave. Nothing else mattered. If he could spend his birthday with you, it would be the best one yet.

It’d been two months since Renjun had introduced you to the rest of them. Which means, he’s only known of your existence for two months, and you already command so much of his brain matter that he can’t think of anyone but you. Great.

He finally (reluctantly) let you go and led you over to the rest of the group. Nobody said anything when he made Mark scoot over so you could sit next to him. Nobody questioned it. His parents would ask him about it later, but until then, there was no reason for him to worry. After all, his crush on you was the most obvious thing in the world, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about it.

By the end of the night, he hadn’t spent enough time with you. People were starting to shuffle out, but you stayed, chatting with Renjun until only four remained. Chenle’s parents had gone to bed long ago. You were almost caught up to him on drinks, your laughs longer and your movements slower.

Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have been as brave as to walk up to you and ask you to stay the night. He didn’t mean it in a suggestive way, either. He just didn’t want you to leave yet.

“Chenle,” Renjun scolds, swatting his shoulder. “You can’t ask something like that so casually.”

“You want me to stay here? With you?” Your voice was higher than normal. Chenle accredited it to the alcohol raging in your system.

“I like when you’re here.” Chenle nodded. “You make everything calm.”

Renjun scrunched up his face, slamming his forehead into his palm. “(Y/N), you should probably go home—”

“No, it’s okay.” You brushed him off. “I’m okay with staying.”

Oh, he was in love with you. There was no other explanation for the way his heart skipped a beat when those words came out of your mouth.

Chenle doesn’t remember the rest of that night, but he does recall waking up next to you in the morning and freaking out. Alcohol made him brave, but it didn’t save him from the red-hot embarrassment of the next day.

“I didn’t even realize…” you trailed off, a small smile forming on your face. “You picked me.”

“I’ll always pick you,” Chenle responds easily, like second nature.

Mark decides it’s time for him to leave, but Chenle’s mind is still reeling with memories. With all of the firsts you said you wished you could relive. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t figure out what the fuck this feeling is. As the two of you climb into bed, he’s so distracted, he can’t fall asleep, even with you curled into his chest.

“(Y/N),” Chenle groaned when he saw you in the practice room mirror. “You gotta stop showing up here if you don’t want me to fall in love with you.”

It was a joke. Sort of.

“Right, and let you forget to eat? I think not.” You fought back every time, unphased by the way he so casually admitted he’s starting to fall for you.

At least, that was his idea of admitting it.

You walked over with the bags in your hand, sitting down on the practice room floor next to him.

“I haven’t even been here that long,” Chenle defended himself. “I would’ve eaten after I left.”

You unloaded the contents, opening boxes. “I can go if that’s what you want.”

“Not what I said.” For some reason, he felt a sudden burst of courage. He’s known you for four months at this point, and something about today felt…right. “I was serious, you know.”

“About what?” You grabbed the drinks from the carrier.

“You.”

“What?” You recoiled, looking at him in confusion.

He contemplated telling you to forget it. That it didn’t matter, and thank you for the food instead. If you didn’t feel the same way for him, he’d be devastated. And then you’d leave him for good and take all the food with you. He was starving.

“If you keep doing nice things for me, I’m gonna fall for you.” As if he hasn’t already.

You paused, but Chenle didn’t miss the blush on your face. Clearing your throat, you looked away from him and took a deep breath. His fists clenched as he awaited your rejection, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he felt you might want him to.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” you finally said and brushed your hair behind your ears. Reaching forward for the food again, you gave Chenle a shocked look when he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fall for you. I already did.”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as his words settled in the air around both of you. With his heart racing, he released your wrist and intertwined your fingers instead.

“I really, really like you.”

“You should really eat your food before it gets cold.” You pulled your hand from his and pushed the box closer to him.

He stared blankly at the wall, noting the sudden chill on his skin that you left behind. A sinking feeling encapsulated his chest, and he knew he ruined everything. You looked like you were ready to run.

“Forget I said anything,” he told you. “I’m sorry if that was weird.”

“Eat,” you commanded again. “I’m not talking about this with you until I know you’ve eaten. If you don’t, we’ll go off on a tangent and you’ll be starving all night.”

“Does that mean you—”

“Yes, Chenle.” You interrupted him. “Yes, I really, really like you too, which is why I want to make sure you eat.”

At that moment, Chenle realized that if he walked outside and randomly dropped dead, he’d be okay with it now that he’s gotten that confession out of you. There wasn’t a damn thing that could top that. Everything else in life would be subpar to today, so there was no point in trying.

You and Chenle ate in silence. He kept stealing glances at you, catching you doing the same to him. If all he had to do in order to get you to talk about your feelings with him was eat, he’d do it, albeit probably a bit too fast for his own good.

Chenle runs his fingers through his hair, his thumb tracing gentle shapes against the bare skin of your arm. These memories have no business popping up in the middle of the night. He has practice tomorrow. He’ll be so off his game, the other members will want to kill him.

Usually, he has no problem falling asleep, especially with you right beside him. Over the past year, you’ve probably spent more nights with him than you have at your own place. He teases you for it all the time, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing and allows himself to feel the way your body slots with his so easily. Everything about you is perfect. About the two of you together. He would toss and turn, but no way is he going to disturb you. Even if he can’t sleep, he’d never screw up your schedule on purpose.

“It’s so pretty.” You were in awe, staring at the sunset from Chenle’s backyard. He’d set up a picnic date for the two of you, and afterward, you were watching the sun fade below the treeline while lying on top of a red blanket.

His fingers were intertwined with yours, something that had become so normal for you. Two weeks since his confession, and it was the second date he planned. He wondered, obsessed over, even, what your thought process was on all of this. Were you happy? Did he make you happy?

He wanted to kiss you when he confessed to you. And while he came close to it on your first date, he decided against it. It had to be perfect. Nothing was good enough for you in his mind, especially when all he wanted was to make sure you knew just how he felt about you.

How was he supposed to tell you that?

He’d already said he fell for you, but that didn’t begin to cover it. Not really. You made him want to put in effort, made him crave your happiness like it was the very oxygen he breathed. At the same time, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to kiss you. Hell, he’d already dreamed of it, for fuck’s sake, so that definitely wasn’t the issue.

Lost in thought, he’s only snapped out of it by the way you rolled over, lying on your stomach so you can get a good look at his face. You rested your head on your right palm, your left finding his bicep.

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed, twirling your hair with his fingers. “Could look at you forever.”

“Some people might have an issue with that.” You laughed.

“We’re the only ones that matter,” he responded.

Your smile slowly faded, a look of longing replacing it as your gaze softened.

God, he wanted to kiss you. He needed to.

All thoughts of the perfect moment have fled from his brain. Any moment would be perfect as long as it’s you.

He sat up and you leaned forward, and before he knew it, his nose brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered shut in preparation. The heat of the sun sank into his skin. Your perfume wafted from you, intertwining with the air and suffocating him in the best ways. If he could pick one scent to smell for the rest of his life, it would be yours.

Was it normal to have these thoughts so early?

Why was he thinking of that right now? Literally the worst possible time.

“Can I?” he whispered, scared to ruin everything.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your mouth, he kissed you. Everything about you was soft, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find your lips the same way. His hands shook as he touched your waist.

He was already in big trouble. There wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop there. His heart thudded so loud, he was halfway sure you could hear it, too. It felt like sparks flew between you two, absolute electricity coursing through every single one of his veins, heating up his bloodstream and making the thought of pulling away from you the absolute worst case scenario.

You moved away first, gasping for breath. Chenle craved tugging you back to him. His body reacted to you in ways it had never reacted to anyone else. He didn’t want to take it too far, but he sure as hell didn’t want to stop, either.

He couldn’t describe the way you felt. The way you tasted. Everything about you was so heart-achingly perfect, he wanted to experience you all the time. He wanted to rewind time so he could kiss you again for the first time, and he’d do it over and over and over again.

Something about first kisses set him on fire. He was absolutely sure he’d kiss you more. In fact, he was seconds away from it. But the adrenaline coming from the very first brush of your lips on his wasn’t something he’d ever be able to recreate.

“Again.” You leaned in once more.

He met you in the middle eagerly, hand finding the back of your head before he turned you so you were lying on your back. Half of his weight pressed against you, but he did his best to keep himself lifted up so you weren’t uncomfortable.

Unforgettable heat swarmed him, the sun caressing his skin as your fingers gently traced down the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed, but he could hardly pay attention to them. The entire world was gone, and you were everything, the only person remaining in a sea of nothingness. He wanted you. Needed you.

This was technically your second kiss, but in his mind, it was still the first since they happened almost at the same time. He hadn’t stopped to take a breath in much too long, but he’d rather suffocate than separate from you.

He stopped when your breath hitched, completely lost in the sound. When he wasn’t focusing on your mouth anymore, he realized why—his hand had somehow found its way to your upper thigh. His face burned as he removed it.

“I didn’t…” he trailed off, scanning over your face for any hint of what you were feeling. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You chuckled at him, pushing his shoulder. “You wish that excuse would work on me.”

The sky faded into a beautiful lilac color, the kind that only appeared when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Clouds drifted effortlessly, stars beginning to shine.

“Should we go inside?” Chenle asked. “It’ll get cold without the sun.”

Whenever he looked at you, he knew you were different. He couldn’t place how, but nobody else had ever made him feel the way you do. Like his heart was going to burst out of his chest while simultaneously stopping and also skipping every other beat. He didn’t even know how he was alive anymore.

In the last two weeks since his confession, the boys had told him how much happier he was. How he was striving with more effort lately and trying his best at any given moment of the day. You were his motivation. You made him want to be the absolute best he could be, and even as new as the relationship was, he’d already known you for months—he was nervous about you deciding you wanted something else. Someone who wasn’t him.

The moment before replayed in his head, and he heard that breath hitch on repeat while he awaited your answer. He did his best to stop thinking about it, but nothing worked. All he wanted to do was kiss you again, over and over and over until the literal end of time.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Let’s go inside.”

His cheeks redden just thinking of that memory. The first time he ever kissed you, and he royally fucked up because his hand didn’t know how to stay put. At this point, it’s clear he’s not going to be able to fall asleep. He hates the idea of leaving you in bed alone, but he’s only going to disturb you if he doesn’t plan on sleeping.

Sliding away from you carefully, he quietly gets up and heads into the kitchen. He runs his fingers through his hair. His hands down his face. He must be sentimental today, because he can’t stop thinking about you for the life of him. Every memory from the last year pokes at his head, and he has no clue how to handle it.

Patting his cheeks, he heads over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Photos of the two of you are framed up on the wall. There’s one picture in particular he always says is his favorite, but he refuses to tell you why.

The two of you were sitting on the floor, and you had the cutest glare on your face. He sees the adoration gleaming in your gaze even though you look about ready to strangle him. In your defense, you probably were. He lets out a tiny laugh, tracing over the frame.

There’s even one with Chenle between you and Jisung, and a group picture with you and the boys. Chenle loves his friends dearly, and the way they’ve welcomed you with open arms says a lot about both your relationship with them and his potential future with you. Everyone in his life loves you. You’re the one they call when Chenle’s upset or if he’s off his game, and no matter when or where this is happening, you show up to make him feel better.

He could be having the worst day of his entire existence, and a simple ‘I love you’ passing from your lips has him forgetting everything shitty about the world. Looking back at the pictures, he’s drawn back into memory.

He heard the birds outside his window before he saw the gleaming sun. His eyes fluttered open while he groaned quietly at the sudden change of brightness. Your body was like a fireball, your skin searing hot against his, but it did little to bother him. His groan turned into a sigh of content, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter. Fingertips trailing down your bare spine, he kissed your forehead.

Three months together, and every night spent with you made him fall deeper in love. He’d never known peace as he did at that moment. No interruptions, just the two of you basking in each other’s embrace.

He could’ve stayed like that forever—he wanted to, but glancing at the clock, he realized how close it was to noon. Jaemin would be there soon, and the last thing Chenle needed was him in his house when you were naked in his bed.

He reluctantly got up, dressing himself before grabbing some clothes for you. You have a drawer, multiple, actually, but he picked his own T-shirt for you to wear. When he made it over to you, you were stirring.

“You got up.” You pouted at him, staring at him through half-closed eyes. “And you have clothes on.”

Chenle laughed. “Sorry, love. Jaemin will be here soon.”

“It’s that late?” you asked.

Chenle nodded, setting the clothes down next to you. He kissed you softly, gently, a kiss so barely there it left you leaning forward to try to continue it. Cupping your cheek, he brushed his thumb along your skin.

You didn’t need help getting dressed, but he did it anyway. He loved the way you looked in his T-shirts, and even though it’s long enough to cover you, no way he’d risk it. Once you were finished, the two of you got ready for the day. You brushed your teeth together, he watched you brush your hair, and by the time you’re done, Jaemin was walking in the front door.

The three of you sat on the floor around Chenle’s coffee table, playing a game. He can’t remember what the game was anymore, only that you were terrible at it and that he loved winning.

Jaemin teased both of you the whole time, ruffling Chenle’s hair on multiple occasions. As much as he’d love to deny it, Chenle enjoyed that Jaemin liked the two of you together. It was almost like an affirmation, even if he didn’t need one.

Being the professional picture-snapper he was, Jaemin took the picture now hanging up on Chenle’s wall. You, with your arms crossed over your chest and a big pout on your face, and Chenle, smiling widely at you with such adoration in his eyes it should’ve been impossible.

“Lele?” Your soft voice breaks him away from his memory. He turns to you quickly, heart instantly halting in his chest when he sees his shirt on you.

“What are you doing up?” he asks.

“I was gonna ask you that.” You rub your eyes, feet shuffling on the floor as you walk over to him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replies and takes you in his arms with ease. “Didn’t want to bug you, sunshine.”

You don’t respond. All you do is bury your head in his chest and breathe him in. He runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. With all the lights off, the only illumination is the full moon outside as it casts shadows on the ground. The faint blue makes you that much more ethereal to him.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mm,” you hum in response. “This is nice.”

Chenle smiles. “Yeah, it is. Always is.”

After a bit of silence and rocking you gently, an idea sparks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding the playlist he made specifically for when he thinks about you, and sets it on the counter. You stare at him in tired confusion, but when one of his arms wraps around your waist, you catch on.

“What are you doing?” Humor is laced in your voice, but the sweet look on your face tells him his actions are making you happy. That’s his goal, constantly. All he wants is to make you happy.

“Checking something off the bucket list,” he replies, slowly turning you to the soft beat.

“Something’s missing,” you say as he twirls you.

He steals a glance at the way his shirt rides up your legs, showing just a peek of your panties beneath it.

“What?” he asks, pulling you back to him.

“Sing to me.” You place your hand on his chest.

His heart betrays him at that moment. It rages, and he knows you can feel it. Chenle sings in front of thousands of people all the time, but something about you is different. Something about you right now is different.

“What’s going on up in there?” You run your fingers through his hair. “You’ve been all weird today.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits. “Everything. From the moment we met up until this…it keeps repeating over and over again.”

“Welcome to my world,” you replied, grasping his shoulders. You massage them gently as you sway along with the music.

The confession from you makes him smile. At least he’s not the only one doing constant circles in his head. He calms a bit, and when a new song plays, he sings to you. Your body immediately relaxes into his, as if every stress you’ve ever had has left you without hesitation.

Chenle loves to sing. He does it all the time, and he only wants to keep getting better. To have someone like you as his partner, someone who supports him endlessly and genuinely loves his voice…it’s unparalleled.

He’s not sure how long the two of you are like this, or how long he’s singing for, but song after song, all he knows is that you’re smiling. You’re looking at him with unmatched adoration in your eyes, pure love. Nobody else has ever looked at him in this way, and he doesn’t want them to.

He wants to stay here with you and watch you love him in ways he’s never been loved before.

He stops. His singing fades out, and he furrows his eyebrows as he finally, finally realizes what’s been happening to him. You tilt your head, able to ask him questions without saying anything. His chest feels like it’s going to burst.

You’re it.

You’re everything, and he’s going to marry you.

He’s going to spend the rest of his life striving to make sure you love him as much as you do right now, if not more.

It seems like you feel it, too. Your face softens and you reach up to trace along his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, chasing the warmth like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it.

“I…” He takes a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“I know.” You grin so wide, Chenle almost thinks it’ll split your face in two.

“Good.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “I hope I’m doing a good job in showing you that every day.”

You pause, hands trailing down from his cheeks to his shoulders. “I have never once doubted that you love me, Lele. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I promise you I’ve never felt better,” he replies. “Just checking in with you.”

“You do so much more than you realize. No matter how busy you are, you text me to tell me you love me or that you’re thinking about me. You practice non-stop with the boys but you still make an effort with me when you could easily use that as an excuse. There is not one thing I could ask for that you don’t already do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll never doubt you.”

“Sometimes I worry,” he admits. “You make me…want to be better. In every way possible. In my career, in my life, with you. And if I’m not being better every day, then I don’t deserve you.”

“Chenle.” You give him a pointed look. “When I think back to the first day we met, I remember how…how you acted from the first time you spoke to me. At the time, I really thought I was crazy, but I knew you’d be someone to me. You didn’t even know me, but you were so kind. And now that we’re here like this, you haven’t changed. There’s no getting better. You’re already the best.”

“How do you do that?” He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Do what?”

“Know exactly what to say.”

“That’s my special talent,” you tell him.

“We should get back to bed,” Chenle says, sleep weighing on him. “Meeting the boys tomorrow.”

He grabs his phone from the counter, his heart full and warm as he leads you back to his bedroom. This time, as he’s lying with you pressed to his chest, he’s able to fall into his dreamland.

Despite his lack of sleep, Chenle is full of energy the next day. He wakes up and makes you coffee just the way you like before sitting on the edge of the bed by your sleeping form. When he sets the cup on the nightstand, you stir, turning over to face him.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumble, even though you have no idea what time it is.

Chenle chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay? You can stay here if you want. Wanted to tell you I love you before I left.”

“Love you, too,” you say with a tired smile, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold. I’ll grab dinner for us on my way back.”

Walking away from you feels like someone’s trying to rip his heart out of his chest. You’re an extension of him at this point, and after his sudden realization last night, all he wants to do is spend the day curled up with you.

Luckily for him, his day passes by pretty quickly. He got a lot done today, and he was proud of that. You’d be proud of him, too. He’s itching to get home and tell you everything that happened. Staying true to his word, he picks up your favorite takeout.

He’s going to be honest with you about what was going on with him yesterday. It’s the right thing to do—and in a perfect world, you’ll feel the same way he does. He hasn’t felt this nervous since he admitted his feelings for you. Even though that side of him feels worlds away now, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

But the restaurant isn’t the only stop he makes.

He’s shaking by the time he gets back. Is a year really enough time? It is for him, but what if you think he’s insane?

When he arrives, he’s not expecting what you’ve done at all. The main lights are off, but a dim golden glow from the strips along the wall and the candles illuminate the room enough. He sets the bag down on the table, completely forgetting about the food as he searches for you.

“(Y/N)?”

“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be,” you tell him, walking out of his bedroom while still putting in an earring.

His throat dries. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words could ever justify the way you look right now. You put on a dress, one of his favorites, and he’s in jeans and a T-shirt.

You kiss his cheek. “I figured you deserve something nice to come home to.”

“You’re my something nice.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “Should I change?”

“We’re not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “Just relax and enjoy your gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Oh, I can get on board with that.” He allows you to lead him back to the table.

Once he’s taking the food out of the bag, he keeps stealing glances at you. You put in all this effort for him, and he knows how much work it must’ve been to hang up all these lights. The golden glow looks ethereal against your skin.

“Before we eat, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He clears his throat to stop it from collapsing in on itself, but it doesn’t work.

“What’s up?” You set your elbow on the table and rest your head on your palm. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect, actually.” He takes a deep breath, reaching to grab your free hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You bite back a laugh.

“You can’t make fun of me for what I’m about to tell you.” He gives you the most serious look he can muster, and you nod.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you reassure him. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I…I want to love you forever.” He gulps. “And when I think of everything we’ve gone through and been through together, I seriously can’t imagine ever trying to have anyone else fill this spot you hold in my life.”

You perk up a bit, gaze staring into his. God, he loves how interested you are in what he has to say. How you’re listening to him so intently. His thumb rubs over your knuckles as he tries to think of the words he wants to use.

“I want to marry you. Call me crazy if you want, tell me you hate the idea, that’s fine, but I had to tell you. We obviously can’t get married now, or probably any time soon because of my contract, but I want you to know that it’s what I want. It’s what’s going to happen if you want it, too.”

You clear your throat and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes welling. Chenle’s heart aches seeing this reaction, knowing you feel as strongly as he does. He reaches into his pocket and puts a small box on the table in front of you.

“It’s not the real thing. Not yet. But I want you to know how serious I am, because if I was able to marry you, I would’ve done it yesterday.” He opens it, revealing a simple band in it. “Subtle enough where people won’t ask questions, but we’ll know.”

“Chenle, are you being serious right now?” You sniffle. “This is a very cruel prank.”

“The guys and I sat down together today to write a song. I think you’ll love it, so when we record it I’m sneaking you a copy. Anyway, we were there for twenty minutes, and words were just flowing out of me. I wrote about you. About how you make me feel, and I think anyone who knows about us will understand that when they listen to the song.”

He pauses to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“I want you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life proving to you why I deserve that. Let me put this ring on you, and this can be the start.”

You quickly wipe your face as you nod. He takes your left hand, grabs the ring out of the box, and slips it on your middle finger.

“One day, this will be real.” Chenle catches another one of your tears. “I love you. There is not one thing in this world that could change that.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your reaction. He wants to touch you and kiss you after pouring his thoughts out to you, but he needs to make sure you’re feeling the same way. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you.

His palms are sweaty and he can barely sit still. You groan, giving one last aggressive swipe below your eyes before you launch up from your chair and end up in his lap. You bury your head in his neck, squeezing him tighter than you should. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, softly chuckling at your outburst.

“You better not change your mind.” Cupping both of his cheeks, you try your best to look angry. “If you do, I’m marrying you anyway.”

His own vision blurs at the sight of you. You love him as much as he loves you, and you want to be with him forever.

You want to be with him forever.

The emotions rioting inside him surprise even him, and he blinks quickly to try and suppress the tears. It’s no use, because as soon as you notice, you start crying again. He groans and drops his head back on the chair, squeezing you closer to him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Chenle says.

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth finds yours, both of you falling into each other’s rhythm. Saltiness from your tears lingers on your lips. He weaves his fingers through your hair, but no matter what he does, you’re just not close enough.

Pulling away from you, he rests his forehead on yours. “You should eat, sunshine.”

“You expect me to be able to eat after all of that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“You’ll be sad if it gets cold,” he reminds you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again,” you whisper.

All thoughts escape him. Nothing else exists except for you, wrapped around him like a damn koala bear. He rests his hand on your thigh and lets your words sink deep into him.

Moments like these are hard to explain, he thinks. He’s only like this around you, so lost in his connection with you that he’s got nothing else on his mind. Anything and everything you say to him is tattooed in the darkest ink on his soul, until he’s covered in everything he wants to be for you.

“Promise me you’ll always look at me like that.” You break the silence, running your fingers through his hair and smiling.

“I promise.” He nods, barely realizing how he’s leaning forward.

Your eyes flutter shut as he inches closer. He kisses you softly, almost as if he fears he’ll break you. His fingers splay out across the small of your back and he traces shapes into the soft fabric of your dress. You’re overwhelming. His love for you is, too. So much so, he feels as if he’s going to burst out of his skin. He’s going to wake up and everything will have been a dream, because there’s no way he’d ever done anything in his life to deserve someone like you.

You hum into his mouth, rolling your hips once. His breathing stutters as his first instinct is to lift toward you. At first, he wants to stay like this, you clinging onto him like you’d be lost without him, but when you grind down a second time, he feels a twitch in his pants.

It’s been over a week since the last time he’s been inside you thanks to his schedules. And now you’re on top of him, wearing his favorite dress of yours, and kissing him like you’ll never be able to feel him again after tonight.

He’s tired, but he’s never too tired for you. Brushing your hair away, he leans down to kiss your neck, licking the expanse of your soft skin. Your pulse thunders beneath his tongue, and he has to fight the urge to bite down.

Touching you like this is different when he knows he’ll never lose you. You’re his forever.

His lips press against the sensitive spot below your ear, and the short moan escaping you just about sends him up the wall. When he pulls away to get a good look at you, your eyes are dark, lips already swollen from the way he kissed you.

He tries to catch his breath while he silently asks you if this is what you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing, he lifts you up until your legs are secure around his waist, and he grabs your ass with one hand and the back of your head with the other.

Mouths attached, he doesn’t separate from you until he’s setting you down on his bed. He barely has time to appreciate the candles you lit in here, too, the soft scent of vanilla flooding his senses. You already try to push his T-shirt up, anything to feel his skin on yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head before returning to kissing you like his life depended on it. When your hands find the button on his jeans, he grabs your wrist.

“Patience, baby.” Chenle runs his fingers up and down your thigh. “We have the rest of our lives. Let me take my time with you tonight.”

Just like that, you’re putty in his hands. He smirks at the realization. Sneaking his touch up your leg, the hem of the dress moves to accommodate him. He stops when he feels the lace of your panties.

“Did you dress up for me twice, sunshine?” he hums.

“Always,” you say, shamelessly staring at his lips. “Do you love me, Chenle?”

His whole body vibrated from those words. They made him feel at a frequency he hadn’t quite reached yet, and all he wanted to do was rip that damn dress off.

“More than anything.”

He can’t really say it’s ‘like second nature’ anymore. There’s nothing second about it. This is you. Anything to do with you is first nature, no matter what it is. His world revolves around you, everything he does is based on what you want, and he wouldn’t change that in any way.

“Show me,” you whisper, so intoxicating he almost crumbles to his knees right in front of you.

How embarrassing that all it takes is two words to have him give in to you. He’s straining against his pants now, his cock aching to be free and buried inside you.

“Don’t worry. I will.” He kisses you again, soft and sweet like his hand isn’t so, so close to your dripping, eager core. Heat radiates from you, and all he wants is to be consumed by it.

He drags your panties down your legs, nails gently scratching your skin on the way down. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you try to regain your breath, but he loves the way you’re so desperate for him. The way you want him just as much as he wants you.

He doesn’t want to be patient anymore. Every cell in his body is urging him to connect with yours, but he wants to take care of you. That side of him always wins, otherwise both of you would probably be done already.

His finger dances along your entrance. He inhales sharply as your wetness coats his skin. You move your hips toward him, practically begging him for stimulation. He teasingly nudges your clit, pleasantly surprised by the way your body jolts.

Mouth brushing yours, he takes the second of distraction to slide two fingers inside you. As your lips part to release a moan, he mirrors the action, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly, slowly thrusts his hand.

Your walls squeeze so hard, he curses. He could fuck you a thousand times, and you’d still be as tight as you are right now. His heart goes straight into overdrive, but all the blood in his body is shooting down to his cock. He’s painfully hard, rocking back and forth gently.

He kisses you, lips working against yours in a perfect harmony. Your sounds are his favorite. He loves knowing it’s him making you feel this way, that he has the power to make your knees weak and your pussy throb.

He lets out a moan when he scissors his fingers, trying his best to prepare you. God, you’re so warm and wet and tight, he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to last long tonight. His pace quickens, sounds of your slickness filling the room.

You call out his name, back arching as you grasp desperately at his shoulders. He leans in and kisses your cheek, making sure to press his palm into your clit every time he’s knuckle deep.

“You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers with his lips against your ear, voice rough. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

You tense, pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as your hips buck. He swears he can see the pleasure running up your spine in the way you arch and shake. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he’s not in the right mind to care. Your mouth opens, sounds pouring out as you finish. He loves you all the time, but one of his favorite looks on you is when he watches you orgasm—your face so overcome with pleasure he caused…he would never get enough of it.

He keeps moving until he’s sure you’ve come down from your high. When he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices off, you watch longingly, the dark look in your gaze enough to have his cock twitching in his pants.

You slide off the bed, forcing him to take a couple steps back. He’s not sure what you’re going to do at first. Your struggle to reach your zipper, and as much as he wants to bend you over with the dress still on, he wants to be gentle with you tonight. He doesn’t get to make love to you often, and that’s all he’s going to do tonight.

Instead of watching you attempt to reach it, he turns you around and pulls you to him until your back is against his chest. His hand is splayed out across your stomach, holding you so you feel how hard he is.

“I’m going crazy,” you mutter, dropping your head back. “I need you so bad.”

He moves your hair out of his way, kissing the base of your neck quickly before he unzips you. Moving slowly on purpose, he lets his finger drag along your spine on the way down. You shiver, pushing yourself back into him.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” He finally lets himself bite down on your shoulder as he nudges the straps down. “For the rest of our lives. Nobody but me.”

“Nobody but you,” you respond, allowing the dress to pool at your feet.

He turns you around, hands immediately finding your ass and squeezing it. Within seconds, he has your bra unclasped and across the room. “So beautiful.”

When your hands find his jeans, he doesn’t stop you this time. You push them down his legs, desperate to have him inside you. Once his jeans are off, you palm him through his boxers, and he needs you so badly, that simple touch almost finishes him off. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He takes off the remaining fabric separating you two before leading you over to the bed. You lie in the middle, and he climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, tongue already dancing with yours, both of you more than ready. His cock is so hard, he’s only half convinced he won’t cum as soon as he’s in.

He nudges your clit with his leaking tip, moving down to your entrance to apply just enough pressure before pulling away. You whine, desperate for more.

“Chenle, please.”

His head dips down as he continues teasing you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. You whimper, running your fingers through his hair. Having you so desperate for him makes him want to give you everything you’re asking for, but something makes him wait.

“Please,” you cry out, lifting your hips up. “Need you.”

He’s ready to fall apart from you words alone. Pulling away from your chest, he reaches down to line himself up with you. He watches you closely as he pushes his throbbing cock into your quivering pussy. Your eyes roll back as you arch into him.

Your walls swallow him, velvet clamping down on him. He clenches his jaw as he bottoms out and fists the sheets next to your head.

“So perfect,” he whispers, kissing your jawline.

One of his favorite things about you is how unafraid you are to look at him. Pleasure weighs on your eyelids, and you try your best not to close them, but even like this, you never look away.

He’s fully inside you, his cock seated within your fluttering walls. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you, so he gently rocks his hips to help you adjust. He kisses you everywhere he can reach.

“You always take me so well,” he praises you, nipping the base of your neck.

He’ll never get over how perfectly he fits between your legs, like this space was made for him.

“Move,” you tell him, smacking his shoulder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, but lowers his mouth to yours as he starts a steady pace. You squeeze him so tight, it’s like your body doesn’t want to let him out of you. He pulls out until his tip is barely inside, and then pushes back in just as slowly. It wreaks havoc on your body, your wetness squelching every time he moves.

He wants you to feel all of him. Feel the entirety of his cock rubbing your walls with every thrust.

Somehow, it’s hotter this way. A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin as he takes his time with you. Sure, he gets sweaty when he fucks you, but nothing compares to the close intimacy of love making—his chest brushing against yours with every thrust, long, sweet moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“You sing so pretty,” Chenle mutters, tonguing the sensitive spot below your ear. “You like the way I feel?”

Before he can even process what you’re doing, you wrap your legs around his waist and roll until you’re on top of him. He’s flat on his back, eyes flitting along your body like he hasn’t had a real chance to see it yet.

Candle light illuminates your skin, and the sight makes his cock twitch. He runs his hands along your sides, squeezing your hips.

Chenle likes being in control. He likes guiding you in a way that has you both in shambles by the end, and he truly underestimated how beautiful you’d look on top of him. You lift up, teasing him as slow as he was moving with you, but between the sight and the feeling, he feels an all too-familiar tingling sensation at the base of his length.

It’s too soon for him, so he decides to tug you down, holding you there while his eyes close and his head thuds against the mattress. He doesn’t need to say a word to you.

“Chenle.” You stroke a hand down his chest. “It’s okay. You don’t need to hold back for me.”

“Just…need a second.” He gulps.

When he finally catches his breath, he sits up, chest pressing against yours.

“This was supposed to be about you,” he says, moving back slightly to fit his hand between the two of you. “Showing you my love and everything.”

He finds your clit with his thumb, staring at you intently as your wetness makes it easy for him to rub circles. His other hand still firmly grips your waist, which only allows you to squirm instead of bouncing on him like you crave to do.

“I need to move,” you whimper, grinding down. “Please.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, finally taking his cock the way you want it. His nails dig into your thigh while he continues his work on your bud, and it only spurs you on. You move faster, no doubt trying to chase your orgasm.

His moans get louder, matching yours. If his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d want to squeeze your ass or tweak your nipples. Anything to bring you higher. He changes the patterns his thumb rubs, and it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your body.

You curse, dropping your head on his shoulder as you nod. “Don’t stop, Lele.”

With both of you hanging so close to the edge, he waits until you’re sitting back down on his cock to buck his hips up. He doesn’t want to finish first, but he’s so close, all the warning signs of his impending high are getting far too real.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, releasing your thigh to grab your ass.

Your walls clamp down on him hard, a long, pleasured sound escaping you as you grind down on him. Back arching, your head falls back. Your orgasm hits both you and Chenle like a freight train, and within seconds, everything inside him explodes, and he’s spilling his cum deep inside you while telling you over and over again that he loves you.

You crumple into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, whispering praises to you between head kisses.

“I’m gonna lay you down, sunshine,” he says.

You nod, and he turns you so he can put your back on the mattress. He carefully pulls out of you, putting his boxers back on before going into the bathroom to grab you a towel. This is one of his favorite ways to see you. Your eyes are closed, hands on your cheeks. You look like he’s fucked all the energy out of you, and he loves that he has the capability to do that.

He cleans you up, then grabs a clean pair of panties for you and one of his T-shirts.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“What is it?” You wrap your arms around him.

“You pick whatever movie you want, and I’ll go warm up your dinner?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You fake a gasp. “Are you saying you’re going to feed me in bed?”

“After all of that, I’d agree to just about anything you want.” He chuckles when you shove his shoulder. Grabbing your hand, he twirls the band on your finger. “Wait here for me?”

When he walks out of the room, he stops at the doorway to watch you excitedly lunge for the remote. It doesn’t take long for him to warm up the food, turn off the lights, and blow out the candles in the kitchen.

The rest of the night is spent with the two of you sitting against the headboard, laughing along to your favorite movie while eating your favorite takeout. So many thoughts have come and gone from Chenle’s brain in the past couple days alone, but he’s more than happy he gets to sit here with you every night for the rest of his life.

He’s lost in your laugh and the way you smile at him and how you make his heart race with the simplest things. None of the other members knew about the ring he bought you, but he’ll tell them soon.

After the food is gone, Chenle cleans it up. There’s still half a movie left, so when he gets back, he pulls the comforter back so you can cuddle up to him for the remainder. Even though the candles have long since been put out, vanilla still clouds the air.

“Love you,” Chenle whispers, kissing your temple.

“Love you, too.” You sigh in content, resting your head on his chest.

He knows that means you’re only seconds from sleep, and he rubs your arm soothingly. The movie continues to play, but neither of you are paying attention anymore—you’re asleep, and Chenle’s thinking about what kind of wedding dress you’ll wear.

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Rabbit Restoration Project: |22|

Springtrap stared at you, eyes slowly opening and closing, and for a moment, you thought that, maybe, he might have been trying to potentially process the question.

Truthfully, however? The rabbit... it felt hard to guess what was going on with him. That probably won't ever change, I bet. You shrugged to yourself.

He just kept blinking at you--the action causing a little click, and a whirr--and it was starting to feel much more awkward compared to when Springtrap wouldn't do anything at all.

Okay, okay... why did I go through with that? A handful of things I've thrown at him... he just hasn't said anything. You tried to keep your eyes on the road--but his blinking gaze couldn't help but make you wonder about the possibilities.

He still hasn't actually done anything to me, he still hasn't... but if he went and got angry... You frowned. Well, I know what Springtrap is capable of.

Springtrap's head was thrown back, and the rabbit erupted into laughter. It had been so sudden in the moment, that you felt yourself flinch a little.

What... What's that about? Frown remaining, you turned to focus on him now that the gaze wasn't so focused--and thanks to the car arriving at a red light. "Um..."

You shifted around slightly in the seat. He hasn't... did I do something really funny? Was my guess about him completely wrong? What else would he find so funny?

His laughter was beginning to die down, but that didn't mean that it hadn't stopped yet. Frankly, this was the longest that you had ever heard someone else. Or maybe he just... remembered a funny joke?

Your eyes flickered back towards the light, but it was still glowing red.

"It... took you quite a while to notice the mess underneath," Springtrap coughed, the laughing finally fully stopping, "But the identity, you..."

Briefly, the rabbit trailed off, before clearing his throat. You would have assumed that, if it were one of the things still possible, then he would have been crying from how much laughing he had been doing.

"Well, tell me: What made you ask that all of a sudden?" He tilted his head, humming.

"Um. I guess..." You glanced back at the light--it still hadn't changed. Is it broken, or just taking forever? "Earlier, when you had been telling me about some of the incidents at the other locations..."

"Yes?" The rabbit rasped.

"When you brought up what happened back at the diner, about the bite, you'd gotten so... upset." Informing the rabbit, one of your fingers tapped lightly against the wheel. "Maybe you could have generally been upset about something unfortunate..."

Your head shook. "But I was starting to think that that wasn't it. I figured that it could have been something else. Like, that you were the father of that boy, you know?"

The light finally flickered to green, and you began the rest of the drive. Shouldn't be too much longer now... then I can rest. That would be nice after today.

"I suppose, years ago, William was who I once was. But not any longer." The rabbit's ears twitched. "William was lost when the springlocks activated. But, as for Springtrap..."

"You were... created when they went and activated?" You guessed.

Springtrap hummed. I didn't think that he would actually confirm my question... I figured he would have ignored it. Or, maybe try to deny it, potentially.

"In a way of that, yes." Apparently deciding that that had been long enough, the rabbit's gaze was pulled away from you, and he was back to staring out of the window.

"Wait." You blinked. "Springlocks... what exactly are those?"

"I'm uncertain of how much you looked at," Springtrap grumbled, "But you had to have noticed something... intriguing, didn't you?"

"Um..." You took in a breath, frowning as you remembered the sight. "There was a lot of metal jammed in, I think..."

Springtrap nodded. "And those would have been the springlocks, set off permanently such a long time ago. Just think, the tiniest amount of water, and..." He made a snapping sound.

"They weren't waterproof?" Was that... why he reacted like that in the rain?

"Not in the slightest." Springtrap chuckled. "They had never gotten around to being fixed. So, just a little bit of water, or even the tiniest wrong movement... well, it wouldn't be fun."

"Well, that's stupid." You commented. Why even add springlocks in the first place? Did anyone ever plan on fixing any of that, but just never managed to succeed for some reason?

"I hope all of what's happened won't affect my little stay here." At his words--taking on a bit of a softer tone--your head spun back around to look at the rabbit. He's talking like that now... why?

"You've been getting frightened quite often since you brought me home." Earlier, he'd been laughing when he saw how I felt... but now, he's doing this? He thanked me when I helped him. He held my hand.

I mean... I went and held it, but Springtrap didn't let go. He didn't... I don't even think he wanted me to let go, either. You fidgeted. Why? Is he just... liking it here more, at least?

"Um..." You cleared your throat. "No, um... it's fine, Springtrap. It's... fine, I guess."

If he's just... getting more comfortable, and relaxed, then I guess that's nice. I don't think that he would have let me work on his arm before if he wasn't. You shrugged again.

His arm still seems to be doing pretty well, come to think of it. You hummed. I didn't think he'd be able to move it so much immediately. But, let's just hope its condition stays like that.

With two unsuccessful tries that had taken a while, and the third one that ended in success also taking some time... you weren't looking forward to the time that would be lost if it did fall.

"Do you... still intend to complete what you were wishing to do?" Springtrap questioned. "You seemed quite ready to start when you had brought me inside."

"Well, I still went and bought everything that I figured would be needed..." You noted slowly, "And I don't really want any of that to quickly go to waste, honestly." Well... maybe it wouldn't? I could find something else?

But he's still the first one that I've needed some of this stuff for. When would the next time even roll around for it to be used? Not everything's fuzzy. The car took one of the last turns.

"So, as long as you're fine with me continuing, and you don't plan on leaving yet..."

Springtrap hummed softly. "I won't be making my leave for a little while. You can continue your work whenever you'd like."

Good to know. "By the way, I'll... most likely need to clean you later. Maybe I'll just go and use a hose, that might be quick." You shrugged. "Inside might be a little messy, and you're still pretty smelly."

When you took a quick glance at Springtrap again, for the last time, his gaze had been forced away from the window, and he was staring at you--his eyes rather wide.

"What...?" You questioned. "What's the matter?"

He was silent.

"Are you... worried about the springlocks?" You took a guess. "Do you think they could go off again?"

The rabbit seemed to fidget. "Perhaps they could... and perhaps it would be felt all over again."

Reaching the driveway, you parked the car, and unbuckled the seatbelt, turning fully to stare at him. "Well, it's been a long time, hasn't it? Maybe after all that time, they won't go off again."

When he seemed to fidget again, you debated on it for a second, before placing a hand on his shoulder. "But if you don't want to do it, just tell me. I could think of something else."

Springtrap hummed.

"Let's... just get back inside, okay?" Dropping your hand, and hopping out of the door once it was pushed open, you went to retrieve the items that hadn't been moved yet.

By the time the bags were snatched up, and you managed to shut both of the doors--simply deciding to use a hip in the moment--Springtrap had gotten out, too.

Saying nothing, the two of you approached the door--Springtrap reaching it first, and opening the door for you. You nodded at him, and walked through it.

He followed and shut the door. You assumed that he would have locked it, but unfortunately for the rabbit, he wasn't the one who happened to have the key.

Quickly enough, you threw the bags at the closest surface, and then began to make your way towards the bedroom. "Okay, just... do what you want, Springtrap. Watch a movie. As long as you don't mess with anything."

"I'm just going to collapse on my bed for a bit. So, see you later." Will things please take a calmer turn soon?

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iovetecchou · 2 years ago

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If I Can't Have You... ⧸ Jouno Saigiku

༞ Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Contains..! angst, hurt no comfort, toxic relationship, detailed descriptions of anxiety, confessions, regrets, slight physical abuse, happy ending (for one of them...)

GN Reader.

1,237 words.

As Jouno aimlessly walked the block, his mind reeled. The remorse was eating away at him as the seconds passed. He didn't think you would take this so hard, and as much as he hated to admit it, this was all his fault.

That unnerving feeling crept up his spine, becoming increasingly more intolerable.

He knew this was beyond repair- you were beyond repair. He had to let you go. He just had to.

The moment he reached the apartment door, Jouno froze. His hand ghosted over the doorknob. He secretly hoped that when he opened it, you would be there. The 'you' Jouno remembered and… tolerated.

As he pulled the door open, stepping through the threshold of his home, a wave of anxiety washed over him. Something that wasn't very common for Jouno.

"Oh, Saigiku… you're home already?"

You deadpanned, approaching closer to a seemingly distressed Jouno. His head was hanging low, shoulders tense.

"Y/N… I…"

His words caught in his throat. Jouno didn't want to let you go; you were his. But things couldn't go on like this.

"What is it, Saigiku?"

He struggled to swallow that lump in his throat. You used to say his name with enthusiasm. But now it sounded stale, tumbling from your lips.

"I need to let you go."

Your breath hitched, finally showing some semblance of vitality.

"But you said,"

"I know what I said. But Y/N, this has gone too far."

Your heart sank into your stomach. Jouno's words pulled you out of your funk in an instant. But something was wrong. His words didn't offer any form of relief, only more dread.

"I don't understand… I thought this was what you wanted. So what? Now you're just throwing me away? Like, like, I'm nothing?"

You took a step back from Jouno. Your voice was so frail. It felt as though you got punched in the gut. All you could do was gasp for air as the blood in your veins went frigid.

Jouno's head shot up at the sound of your tumultuous state. He took quick strides toward you as you slumped to the unforgiving hardwood floor.

"Y/N… It's not like that,"

Jouno kneeled before you. Swiping away tears you had failed to notice freckling your cheeks.

"Then what is it like, hm?"

You shout, finding your voice as the lump within your throat eased up. Your shaky hands come up to seize Jouno's, that still cradle your cheeks.

"Do not touch me."

You harshly tugged his hands down, solidifying your words. Jouno's anxiety continued to build as you rejected him. He never was on the receiving end, let alone from you.

"You're not nothing… I…"

You observed his distressed face as he desperately searched for the right words. Admitting his faults seemed more challenging than anything else.

"Y/N I lied, okay. I lied- everything I've done was to keep you by my side forever. I wanted you all to myself because I- I love you."

You shot up from your spot on the ground. Your hopelessness morphed into a blinded rage.

"Don't give me that! You don't love me- if you loved me, you would have never done this to me. I trusted you, I believed in you, I loved you! What you call love is nothing more than a means to manipulate me. Keep me right where you want me, forever. If you think that's love, I feel sorry for you."

Jouno was stagnant, mouth agape as he let your words sink in. They rattled him to the core.

He let his fears and insecurities of losing you warp into something malicious. He knew now that everything he had done to you was despicable.

But it was too late.

No amount of 'I'm sorry' could ever mend this.

"You want to let me go? Fine, so be it. But now you're the one who has to live with your choices. I hope that regret eats away at you for as long as you live."

You pulled your phone from your pocket. Calling the one person you knew could help you out of this situation.

"Wh- what are you doing? Who are you calling?"

Jouno crawled over toward you. Grabbing at your ankles as you continued your call. Refusing to waste your breath on answering his questions. Knowing he would recognize the voice coming from the other end regardless.

You tugged your legs away from Jouno's feeble grasp. You ended the call before making your way toward the bedroom. You were determined to get your things and get out as soon as possible.

"Wait! When I said I wanted to let you go, I didn't mean right now. You can't leave me just yet!"

He followed you into the bedroom like a lost puppy. All Jouno could do was listen as you grabbed a duffle, shoving all your belongings inside.

"Frankly, I don't care what you want anymore."

Your words were callous. Jouno could barely process how fast you were slipping through his fingers.

"Stop- please. I can't live without you."

Hearing Jouno's shaky voice as he sobbed out for you was startling. His desperation was something you never thought you would see, especially for your sake.

All Jouno ever did was make you feel worthless. He made you feel less than, that you weren't good enough for anyone. You were especially not good enough for Jouno, and he reminded you of that every time he could.

But now?

He's begging you not to leave, saying he can't live without you?

You felt beyond confused. You knew you needed to leave this apartment and get as far away from Jouno as humanly possible.

"You should have thought about that before you broke me down and hurt me. Time and time again. Teruko should be here soon. She'll get the rest of my things tomorrow."

Jouno grasped your shoulders with an iron grip. He halted your movements as he pleaded for you to stop.

"Please, Y/n! I know I fucked up. I'll be better, I promise. Just stay!"

You winced as his grip on you tightened further.

"Saigiku, let go of me!"

You could feel your blood vessels bursting from where the pads of his thumbs pressed into the sensitive flesh of your arms.

Even now, Jouno still tried to control you. Keep you complacent forever.

"Oi! They said let go, asshole!"

Teruko's voice sent a wave of relief through your whole being. You watched as she barged past the bedroom door, ripping Jouno's hands off you before grabbing your hand. Teruko dragged you behind her petite frame as she glared at Jouno up and down.

"Put your hands on them again, and I'll kill ya. Got that, asshole?"

Teruko solidified her threat with a swift punch to Jouno's jaw. You watched as he pathetically slumped down to the floor. He nursed his throbbing cheek as he listened to your and Teruko's footprints descend the hall.

Jouno's sobs wracked his entire being as he heard the apartment door slam shut.

You were gone for good.

No longer would Jouno hear your laughter or your heartbeat quicken as you read an excerpt from your favorite book.

He will never taste your magnificent meals again nor be greeted by you each night after a long day.

The reality of the situation caused aversion to course through his veins.

He would never see you again.

Jouno had to live with the fact that this was all his fault.

You reap what you sow after all, huh?

woohooo full circle! jouno got what was coming to him btw... hope you all enjoyed this series! thank you all so much for supporting me up til this point! xoxox

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felice-jaganshi · 1 year ago

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 5

He seemed distant all day, and you didn't know why. “Hey, Lucifer, what's wrong? You don't seem like yourself.” He had been looking out a window at the city, it seemed more on fire than usual.

“Hm? Oh, nothing nothing, everything's fine!” He tried to smile at you, but it felt fake.

“Does it have to do with whatever that ‘extermination’ thing was last week? What even was that? And why couldn't I visit?”

“Wait, you… you don't know about the exterminations?” He was shocked. “The yearly massacre heaven conducts on Hell.”

“The what?!” You look shocked and horrified. “No, no one's ever said anything about that!”

“Oh fuck. So they just keep all the rest of you in the dark when Adam runs his little slaughter brigade every year?”

“Adam runs it?! Oh God, that makes so much sense. That fucking dickbag. I've got to tell everyone! They have to know what he's been doing!”

Lucifer suddenly grabs your shoulders, “whoa, whoa! Slow your roll there. That's not a good idea! You could get actually kicked out of heaven for telling anyone! Then… then you'd be stuck here with me. Forever.” His eyes filled with hurt, “I could never do that to you.”

You take his hands from your shoulders into yours, “What if I wanted to stay here with you?”

A blush spread across his face, “wha- Becca, I'm married, remember?”

“And she's been gone for seven years without a word! Is she really coming back? Besides, you need a friend you can rely on. Someone who's got your back no matter what.” You held his hands a little tighter. He sighed and squeezed back.

“I should push you away for your own good… while I still can. But… honestly I'm tired of being alone. So if you really want to stay as a friend , you can. I'll take responsibility for you and you can stay here in my palace.”

“Thank you. I'll just have to go back once more and get all my stuff. Next week, I'll move in, and our weekly hangouts can be daily.” You smile and he can't help but smile back,

“yeah, that sounds… that sounds nice.”

Suddenly, his phone rang and he pulled away, “augh, that ringtone.. sorry this one's important. Work stuff.” He looked at his phone contact and grimaced at it. “Hooo, okay… you can do this, just the biggest idiot you've ever met, and your eternal beloath-ed.” He took a deep breath and answered the call. “Adam. What? You literally just finished. What could you possibly- a fucking meeting? You can't just say what your ugly- HE HUNG UP ON ME?!! THAT BITCH!!” Suddenly Lucifer grew horns and a tail, a little fire lighting above his head. You squeak and jump back a bit. His devil form was out and… you know… the more you looked at it, the less scary and the more… attractive it actually was.

After he was done cursing the phone, he turned and looked at you, confused by your staring till he realized his horns were out. “Ah… uh, sorry. This happens when I get too angry.” He returned to his normal form. “I didn't scare you, did I? I promise, I'd never hurt you, I'm not that kinda guy.” He held his hands out in front of himself, pleading with you.

You shook off the shock and stepped closer, taking one of his hands. “No, no, I'm fine. I just… that form looks really nice.” You're blushing, you can feel it. And he sees it too.

“Oh! Oh. A heh… Well, thank you for thinking I look nice! That's a nice ego boost coming from someone as pretty as you.” He then realized he said that out loud! “I mean I um, hey excuse me a minute while i call my daughter!” He then ran off to hide from you in the palace.

You roll your eyes, well, at least he thinks you're pretty. That's a good first step. Probably the most important step will be getting him to accept Lilith's not coming back… but that would be a hard one. Ten thousand years they were together for… just taking 7 years apart for a break was a drop in the bucket for that long of a marriage.

Regardless, the next step was to move in and act naturally. Get him comfortable around you, enough to introduce you to his daughter. That was something you only do when fully committed to keeping someone in your life. Plus, maybe Charlie will help with the “get over lilith” campaign you were going to eventually need to run.

You decide to wander the palace and see if you could find where Lucifer had disappeared to.

It took an hour before you found him curled up in his bed.

“Lucifer? What's wrong?”

“I- I'm a bad father…” He was trying not to sob, tears in his eyes as his head peeked out from a burrito of blankets.

“Hey now, what makes you say that?” You walk over and sit on the edge of his bed.

“I called her and asked her to talk to Adam for me! I can't even take care of my own shit!” You sigh and lay next to him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh you silly burrito… there, there.” You pull the blankets back enough to free his hair and play with it. Eventually the waterworks stop and he starts to calm down, looking sleepy. You can't help but giggle a little, “Uh oh, is it nap time for hell's king? Come on, let's get you back up on the pillows at least.” You adjust him back up with ease and get him comfy before draping one of your own wings over him. He actually starts purring as his eyes close.

“Hm… you'd make a great mother.” He said sleepily, and your eyes tear up. You can't help it, and you keep playing with his hair.

“Thank you… I tried very hard in life.” His eyes open back up, and he looks at you in a moment of wonder and curiosity, but decides not to bring up something that might cause you more pain. You two just enjoy a peaceful moment in each others company till you both fall asleep.

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misfitgirlwrites · 7 months ago

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Let Me Show You (Lucifer M. x Shae NSFW | Second Place Giveaway Winner)

Mmkay, fuck. My first peice of smut in a while AND my first piece of Lucifer smut 😅

Let's all take this journey together. I sure had fun writing it! I'll have the x reader version of this story soon!

Since I took forever this is definitely not 600 words. It's gotta be like 2.2k 🕺🏽

18+ | SMUT: Oral (female receiving) | I gotta get the engine running y'all

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, Luci." Shae gave a soft smile. She's been wondering just what exactly Lucifer had planned. The day was perfect as is, breakfast in bed, movies, arts and crafts, apple pie--she couldn't ask for more.

Yet here they were in their bedroom with candles lit and rose petals everywhere. Shae could feel the pace of her heart gradually getting faster. She still felt a little...uncomfortable. She always did when anyone stared for too long. It's something she was working on, but for now, she decided to break eye contact.

"What's all this for?" She asked the blond.

"It's for you, silly." Lucifer grabbed her hand, gaining her eyes again as he smiled. "I want to show you how beautiful you are."

Shae's eyes widened a bit, "Lucifer, you don't have to--"

"--I know I don't have to." He placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "I want to. I want you to know how I see you, to have it confirmed in your mind that I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

Shae smiled and snorted, "thank you. But seriously."

The two had officially called themselves a couple almost six months ago now. It was the happiest Shae has been in a long time. She enjoyed the dates they went on; she enjoyed spending time with him. She could say that she was growing content in her afterlife. That was why this made her nervous. One mistake could change all the comfortability they'd built.

"You think you're going to mess up." Lucifer spoke softly, pulling Shae from her thoughts again, "I promise you won't. There's nothing to mess up. I just need you to relax. You can also tell me no, but I can also promise you'll enjoy yourself~"

�� "That's a large promise to fill." Shae moved her hand to Lucifer's face, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"I'm confident in my skills." He responded, leaning in to her touch. "Come, my love. Let me show you." He was closer now, Shae could feel her cheeks growing hotter. She took a small breath, staring into his red eyes. Lucifer always looked at her so lovingly. She answered by closing the small gap between them, pressing her lips against his.

Lucifer sprung into action, both his hands gently cupping her face as he closed his eyes and Shae did the same. This felt different. Less discomfort and more of something else Shae couldn't pinpoint. The blond pulled back a bit, letting their lips brush together lightly before moving in again. This time while kissing Shae, he nipped at her bottom lip, hands traveling down from her face, down her neck, to her shoulders. Each peck and nip got longer and longer, it was a full makeout session before his hands got to the hem of her shirt.

Shae quickly pulled back, placing her hands on top of his to stop him from doing more. "Luci..."

"You're beautiful," he breathed, staring into her eyes. "I love you so much. Let me show you."

"You want to do this? Really?"

"More than anything."

Shae was sure her face was covered in a deep blue blush at this point and Lucifer was no better. The yellow blush on his cheeks made the rosy red look all the more bright.

"I love you too." Shae responded, "I trust you. If you really want to do this with me--"

"There's no reason for me to not. Do you want to do this? Am I being too pushy?"

"No! You aren't! I want to, I just...I don't want you to be disappointed. I don't want this to be disappointing for you."

"You could never disappoint me."

"I've never done this before."

"Will it help if I lead a little?"

Shae gave a sharp nod.

"Remember, this is for you. Don't put so much pressure on the moment. Enjoy it with me." Lucifer cooed.

"You're right." Shae slowly moved her hands. Her heart was racing now, she was still going through the several things she should or could do and how it would be looked. Would it be embarrassing? Would he laugh? Stare? Worst of all, get turned off from it all? She pushed the thoughts aside. Lucifer loves her, they both want to do this. She decided to move her hands to his coat, beginning to push it off of his shoulders. "G-Get comfortable with me?"

Lucifer smiled, "of course." Items of clothing came off one by one as he went back to kissing Shae.

And quite sinfully at that.

His tongue lightly traced the outline of her lips before fully kissing her again. Shae was fully distracted by the kiss, she almost felt lightheaded as she pulled away to finally take her shirt off.

Shae looked down at herself, her arms already moving to cover what was showing. Lucifer grabbed her hands and intertwined his fingers with his, stopping her. His lips met hers again before trailing down to her neck.

"Relax~"

"Easier said than done." Shae responded.

"That's what I'm here for, baby. Focus on what I'm doing." He lightly nipped at the sensitive skin and smiled when she took a sharp breath. "Can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yeah." Shae nodded.

Lucifer's hands moved from hers, slowly moving up her arms. "I love your skin."

"Hm?"

"Your scales. They're so pretty. Compliments your eyes." Lucifer met her gaze again. "That compliments your smile."

Shae couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face. They both let out a small laugh before she covered her face.

"Don't be shy~"

"This is so embarrassing."

"You should be used to all the compliments by now, is my argument." Lucifer smiled softly, "lay back for me, darling."

Shae complied, laying back on the soft bed, still keeping her face covered. Lucifer grabbed her and again, kissing them as he moved them away from her face.

"Luci,"

"I want to see you. Focus on me." He reminded her.

It didn't help all that much that they were both only in their underwear. Lucifer couldn't deny that he was teasing just a little. He really couldn't help himself, and he'd make it up to her shortly.

"Are you ready? Still want to do this?" He asked her.

"I am ready. I-I do. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable." Shae nodded.

"You'd better."

Shae couldn't stop herself from jumping slightly when she felt Lucifer grip her thighs and move in between her legs.

"I want you to tell me everything you're feeling so I know how to make it even better." Lucifer kissed the inside of Shae's thigh. Each kiss on the sensitive skin sent light tingles through the woman's body. Shae closed her eyes, letting out a small sigh. The blond felt her begin to relax and smiled, letting his kisses move higher and higher. He let his hands roam her body, starting to add nips here and there and those light tingles Shae was feeling slowly began to turn into a building pleasure she couldn't describe. The sighs turned into gasps, the gasps turned into light moans. The more Shae focused on what Lucifer was doing, the better it felt.

It was more embarrassing because he was barely doing anything. Shae had no idea she was this sensitive but it seemed like Lucifer was aware of this fact. She felt fingers hook her panties and begin to pull them down. Instead of feeling flustered or worried, Shae almost let out a breathless "finally" as they came off.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little impatient." Shae spoke honestly and Lucifer grinned. "I'm enjoying myself, please keep going."

"I'm not stopping just yet. I want to make you feel good."

"You already are~"

"Then even better. Like you said," a kiss higher on her inner thigh. "I have a big promise to fill."

That made Shae smile at him. Lucifer put his focus back on his task. The blond was doing a good job keeping his pace, but truthfully he's wanted to be between Shae's thighs for /weeks/ now. The shy moans were enough to get him more excited than he already was, he wanted to hear more and he wanted it louder. He rubbed along her thighs, trailing his hands up and down as he let out a sigh that almost sounded desperate. Shae glanced down to see Lucifer shamelessly staring down at her.

It made Shae realize that all this had gotten her more aroused than she thought. "Don't stare like that--"

"I'm sorry, my love." Lucifer's hands began moving down her thighs, one moved to her hip and the other continued trailing her inner thigh, getting closer and closer, "I didn't notice just how impatient you were." His fingers brushed along her slit before he slowly pressed one inside, "you're so wet for me~"

"Oh..."

His pace was slow, at first it was just a little uncomfortable but it simmered away almost as soon as it came. Shae closed her eyes again, fighting the urge to also cover her face again. A gasp left her once she felt Lucifer carefully adding another finger. You could feel the slightest sting of the stretch.

"Make more sounds for me?" Lucifer cooed.

Before Shae could answer, her eyes widened a bit, and her initial words left her. She was going to say something sweet, continue their light banter, but that all fizzled away when his thumb reached her clit.

"O-Oh my--" A light moan left her, and that encouraged Lucifer to keep up what he was doing. His thumb pressed down just a bit more as he picked up his pace. His fingers still pumped into her at a slow pace--it was driving Shae up a wall. She's never felt this kind of pressure before, slowly building along her back, to her nipples--the sensation was almost too much but not enough at the same time.

"Speak to me, my love. How are you feeling?"

"Good! I--" another moan that made Lucifer close his eyes, "--I need more!"

"Anything for you." Lucifer decided he was done teasing himself. "It's about time we got to the main event of the evening. Or you could say my meal~. " A grin grew on his face, and Shae snorted, quickly lifting her hands to her face.

"You're so goofy! You didn't have to--ohholyfuck--"

It would've been a new sensation regardless, but Lucifer's forked tongue against her nearly took her breath away. Shae thought she was doing a good job keeping her voice under control, but now that was the last thing on her mind.

Lucifer currently had his head between her thighs, lapping at her juices like a man starved.

"L-Lucifer!"

"You taste so good, baby. You're so good for me. So pretty, fucking beautiful," he whimpered out. He took her clit into his mouth.

Shae's hands flew from her face, and her fingers tangled themselves into Lucifer's hair, gripping it tightly. She didn't know if she wanted to pull his head back a bit or bring him closer. It was /nearly/ too much, but she wanted more, so she lightly gave his head a small push, "please--!"

Lucifer moaned against her and he moved slightly, pulling out his fingers and earning a whine from Shae. The Demon King replaced those fingers with his tongue and her back arched. He gripped her waist, pulling her in closer and making her slide down on the bed a bit.

Shae's moans seemed like they were echoing now and she didn't care. She was finally able to focus on Lucifer and what he was doing; the pleasure he was giving her. Nothing else mattered in her head at the moment other than the intense love they were sharing. The pressure was building quicker now, and Shae could feel her hips beginning to buck. Lucifer pulled his head back slightly, licking up her slit slowly.

"Luci! Please!"

"Are you close, my love? Gonna cum for me?" This time he pressed his tongue flat against her clit, slowly dragging it up as he pushed two fingers inside of her again with a much faster pace.

"Shit! Ohmygodsplease--Luci--I'm--"

"Cum for me, baby. Let me see you, please. I want to see you come undone. Come on,"

Shae was surprised she understood Lucifer's muffled speech since he didn't stop what he was doing. She could feel the band getting tighter and tighter before it finally snapped.

Her eyes nearly rolled back and her body tensed as her orgasm washed over her.

"F-Fuck. That's it baby. So good for me. I love you so much." Lucifer pulled away but still pumped his fingers slowly to ride out her orgasm.

Shae slowly relaxed as she came down from her high, still feeling the fading strings of the pleasure. "...Th-That was amazing."

"You were amazing." Lucifer smiled.

"The only amazing one here is you." Shae cooed, gesturing for the blond to come closer.

He didn't have to be told twice. Lucifer quickly shuffled and snuggled up next to Shae, pulling the blankets over them both before wrapping his arms around her. "Are you all right?"

"I'm more than alright. Thank you for an amazing day and a beautiful night." Shae placed a kiss on his lips.

"I'd gladly do it again~."

Shae let out a small giggle as Lucifer grinned. She never thought she'd enjoy being intimate when the time came. She's glad she was wrong.

@shae-mermaid I love you! Next up is first place and if this was 2k, y'all got a big storm coming--

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cosmogyros · 3 months ago

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You know what really bums me out, though?

I complain in jest, and yes it's true that I find the process of recording annoying, because making music isn't so fun as a solo artist when you were born to be in a band. But still, today felt so deeply, truly fulfilling to me, in a way that no work day ever has.

I woke up, ate breakfast, read a book for a little while, and then spent the entire rest of the day, until about 7 pm, just writing and recording one song. I had a headache and neck-ache and felt mildly sick the whole time, but I made myself do it. I was driven to do it.

And I felt SO GOOD when I was done. Like, a really healthy, happy high. An endorphin rush, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that I don't get from anything else. I felt this deep, calm conviction that I'd spent this day in a worthy way, doing what I'm meant to do.

But... it took all day. All Damn Day. And sure, today is Saturday, so I would probably have had this day free anyway. But I remember what life was like when I was working full-time: I did NOT have the energy to work five full days and then get up on Saturday and spend another whole day working on my passion project.

I know I'll have to go back to work eventually. I can survive on unemployment benefits for a while longer, but I may have to start a full-time job-training program soon, and that will mean over three months of eight-hour days, five days a week. And after that, at some point I'll have to return to the full-time working world.

And then I will have so little time and energy for music. The one thing that means everything to me. I've had less than six months of "freedom" and I've already made leaps and bounds in my music that go so far beyond anything I was ever able to achieve while working full-time. A taste of happiness, of fulfillment, of living the life I was meant to live... knowing I'll have to give it all up again soon.

Because let's be honest, you can't make a living as a musician these days. Even if I keep improving my skills, even if I find people to form a band with, even if we gig out regularly. One of my musical heroes, Garth Hudson – the last surviving member of an incredibly influential band, The Band, who loom large in rock history – ended his life still barely able to make ends meet. He had to declare bankruptcy three times, and lost his home to foreclosure. If someone as legendary as Garth couldn't achieve financial security after decades of fame and success, it sure doesn't look good for average folks like me.

So... what? I have to give up my dreams? I have to sit here in my one and only life, looking at the way the world is, and say, "Oh well, guess I can't follow my passion and I'll have to keep working a soul-destroying desk job and making money instead"?

It feels so wrong. I live so humbly. I don't want fancy expensive stuff, I don't need to to travel the world – I just want to make music. And hopefully make other people happy with it. But I can't even have that?

I keep thinking, like a chump, "There's got to be some way to get a small amount of money on a regular basis – just enough to live on – without having to work for it. Hasn't there?" Then I catch myself thinking that and I have to laugh. Yeah, buddy, we'd all like that.

I don't know. I don't have a conclusion to this post. I was so happy today, because I was making music. And now I'm sad, because I can't make music forever. Because it doesn't earn me money.

I don't even WANT to charge money for my music! I want to have a band and play concerts for free, and I want to make recordings and put them all online as free downloads. Because I want my music to reach the people who will like it, regardless of whether they can afford to pay or not. I need to pay my living expenses, but not if it means sharing my music only with people who have money to burn and gatekeeping it from the rest – from the other poor folks like me.

You know what? I guess I do have a conclusion to this post after all:

FUCK CAPITALISM. Introduce UBI now!

#cosmo gyres #personal #indie musicians #how the hell do we do it folks?#how do we it do it fairly and sustainably?#i'm at a loss. but i don't want to waste my life :(

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kissorkill16 · 2 months ago

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Taking Notes #4: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Finch sees Nicky talking to Principal Abanate.

I was just about to head home from cheerleading practice, and I felt happier than ever.

I was glad I managed to convince Nicky to stop seeing Mr. Murtaugh after he tried to poison him. Now he's coming to me like I'm his personal therapist. I literally wouldn't have it any other way.

But just as I was about to head downstairs, I heard voices coming from Principal Abanate's office.

I turned invisible and stood beside the doorway, and my jaw dropped when I heard the conversation in the room.

"Glad you could make it, Nicky."

Nicky was in there?

What was he doing in the principal's office?

"Do you know why you're here?

Immediately, I took out my notebook from my bag and started writing down what they were saying.

Nicky: No. I don't know. Did I do something wrong? Because I don't remember you sending me to detention.

Principal Abanate: No, you didn't do anything wrong, dear. I just called you here to talk to you about Mr. Murtaugh. He tells me you've been skipping your weekly sessions with him.

I nearly went pale at the mention of Mr. Murtaugh, and when I looked in the room, I saw that Nicky was clutching onto his jeans, and he looked pale too.

I continued writing.

Principal Abanate: Would you care to explain why?

Nicky shook his head.

Principal Abanate: Hm, and why's that?

Nicky: You're not going to believe me.

Principal Abanate: I would love for you to try me, Nicky.

I could tell that Nicky had doubts for a moment, but then he looked straight into her eyes. At first, I was scared he was going to tell Principal Abanate about how Mr. Murtaugh tried to poison him, but I was also glad, because if she knew about it, she'd definitely fire him on the spot.

But then...

Nicky: I just didn't feel like going anymore. I'm seeing someone else now, and I feel like she understands me more.

I was shocked he was keeping this a secret.

Principal Abanate looked at him incredulously.

Principal Abanate: Who are you seeing?

Nicky: Finch.

Principal Abanate: Finch? Finch Yi? One of the cheerleaders? I never knew she was into psychology.

At first, I flinched at the mention of my name, but I calmed down to continue writing a little more.

Nicky: She isn't. She just...offered.

Principal Abanate walked around her desk to get closer to Nicky.

Principal Abanate: Nicholas, do you not realize how ridiculous that sounds? Mr. Murtaugh has not only a teaching degree, but is also a well trained psychologist who used to help mentally unstable people such as yourself. Ms. Yi isn't even qualified or a professional adult, she's just a child who runs the school paper.

When she said that, I almost snapped my pencil in half. I so badly wanted to just go in there and slap her stupid face.

Nicky: So I need a professional adult to talk to about my feelings? If anything's ridiculous, it's that.

He stood up and looked straight at her.

Nicky: Maybe another reason why I stopped attending these stupid meetings is because I don't need them anymore. I'm not breaking down for no reason anymore, I can read normally again, and I finally trust my friends again. I'm fine now. I've gone to the sessions, taken the pills, took a lot of naps because of the pills, I don't need that anymore. I'm fine.

Even though Nicky didn't notice it, I could see Principal Abanate trying to hold back a laugh. I bit down on my notebook to keep myself from screaming.

She looked back down at Nicky.

Principal Abanate: Nicholas, no one is ever truly fine. We all have our problems, and those problems stick with us forever.

She bent down to meet his level.

Principal Abanate: I'm worried about you, Nicky.

Nicky let out a dry laugh.

Nicky: Yeah, right. Look, if you were really worried about me, you would've listened to me more when I said I was worried that Mr. Peterson had done something to his children. If anyone were truly worried about me, no one would've treated me like I was an infectious disease. I don't need therapy anymore, Abanate.

Principal Abanate: Well it sounds like you do if you're blowing up at people like that.

Nicky groaned, and I couldn't help but groan too. Thankfully, it was a small one.

I looked back in the room, and Principal Abanate tilted Nicky's head up to meet her gaze.

Principal Abanate: I know you think you don't need therapy anymore, Nicholas. Lots of mentally unstable people like you think that. But I don't want you ignoring the people who want to help you. Pushing people away isn't going to make anything better, in fact, it'll only make things worse.

I could see that she was getting through to Nicky, and I didn't want her to get through to him. I wanted him to fight back.

But something I didn't realize about Nicky was that he was easy to guilt trip, because he gave in instantly.

Nicky: Tell you what, I'll go see Mr. Murtaugh next time I have a problem. I promise.

Principal Abanate: Lovely. Would you to go get something from the cafeteria? I was just heading there

Nicky:...Sure, I guess.

As the principal and Nicky walked out of the room, I stuck to the wall. Once she was completely out of sight, I snuck into the room and sat down at her desk. I needed a freaking breather after that frustrating conversation, it was so hard for me not to just rip that bun off her head.

Then I noticed something on her computer.

An email.

An email to Mayor Tavish.

Addressing the reopening of the Golden Apple Amusement Park. We might have to delay it due to the brats we saw on our last meeting there.

Master wouldn't let us open the park if they're not done with construction. That would be rude.

But it will be reopening soon. Soon, soon. Very soon. Then they'll see. They'll all see.

But all things aside, we need the black book. It's the one with all of the plans. The only problem is how we're going to get it from those kids, Ms. Bales is basically clutching that thing close to her chest like it's a lifeline.

I wonder what the master has planned with that form of his.

I quickly read the email, and I knew Abanate had something to do with Crowface.

I clicked print, and a piece of paper from the printer came out. I quickly snatched it from the printer and ran out of the principal's office before Abanate came in.

When she sat down at her desk, she took her phone and dialed in a number. I wrote down her conversation on the call.

Principal Abanate: Murtaugh, I have good news for you. Nicky will come to you if he ever has a problem. It won't be long before Nicholas has another crash out, Bales has been so obsessed with her little investigation, there's no doubt she'll push him to another panic attack. Don't worry, dear.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #the golden stones au #principal abanante #nicky roth #finch #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic

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daisychainsandbowties · 2 years ago

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you know, Ava is my favorite character ever. i feel i can confidently say that. which is something because i have loved several characters very deeply in the past and yet, this feels different. for so many reasons, i relate to her, i empathize with her, i feel protective of her, i respect her, i admire her, i envy her, she brings me joy and i simply love her so much. likewise, Avatrice are, by far, my favorite pairing/dynamic i've ever encountered. i always used to find it was one character in particular in a couple that you were drawn to; and while Ava is my favorite, i am almost equally drawn to both her and Beatrice. both are so well developed, so equally interesting. great care has been taken with both of their stories. i find that rare, special.

i watched warrior nun the night it was released. sat there for seven hours and watched it. if i could have done so unblinkingly, i would have.

toya turner’s acting in that opening scene is what hooked me, because i knew immediately that Mary & Shannon were being played as a love story, a tragedy. felt a flicker of hope in my chest. and then there was Ava, kissing her reflection, running on the beach, and i just fell in love completely.

i opened this app a few weeks later and looked up ‘ava x beatrice’ just to check that i wasn’t alone. but i was, admittedly, too frightened to become invested in them.

what i did do was watch the show dozens and dozens of times. those were hard years, and you know when you love something so much it’s like breath, something you want to wrap around yourself? it was that to me. kind of feels unbelievable now how i clung to it in such isolation, how some days it was a raft and other days it felt like sunlight.

i think Ava is such a testament to survival. the halo wipes away all her scars but you can still see them in how she looks at the world, flinches from it, can’t bear to do anything less than love it. she was a very healing character to me because you can see her hurting and you can see, feel, experience her refusal to surrender to it. how she’s afraid and smiles anyway. Ava laughing in the catacombs (at death), Ava loving what is mortal (herself).

i remember when the second series was announced. i couldn’t believe it. i set alarms on my phone, couldn’t concentrate on the day it released until i got home, feeling terrified, hopeful. i cried for an hour when they kissed. it just… took me out at the knees. i’d lost faith in seeing myself in shows like that, and… i don’t know there’s something about watching two characters you love, two queer characters kiss on screen, for real, that makes you, as Ava says, fall a little bit in love with what you are because there it is!! what you are is beautiful.

so, yeah, ever since then i’ve been, for the first time in forever, vocally, loudly in love with these characters. with Ava, with Beatrice, i think in equal measure. i have a soft spot for Ava because we’re so alike, but i can see myself in Beatrice too. in both of them i see what i am and what i love, and i suppose in falling for them i’ve been tricked a little into falling for myself, something along the lines of kissing my reflection in a shop window

#again well said anon #i love hearing what these characters mean to people because they mean a lot to me ❤️#warrior nun #avatrice #ava x beatrice #anon

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brslvts · 5 months ago

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11.29.24

sometimes i feel like i've made a gigantic mistake. sometimes i feel like i've done nothing but make mistake after mistake after mistake. like in trying to make life better for myself all i've done is dig myself into a gigantic hole.

sometimes i wonder if there is a world in which i would have been able to make the right choices. sometimes i start feeling really really bad for myself. sometimes i feel so incredibly self pitying because i never had normal parents that act like parents, because they were both abusive to me and i had to run away from home at 16, because i wasn't able to succeed in high school or even graduate because of how depressed i was for years, because they hated when i made friends and hung out with them so i didn't, because i never developed any long term relationships with anyone, because no one has known me for my entire life and no one really cares.

sometimes i think about how suffocating the holidays feel to me, how they will probably never feel normal. i think about how badly i wish there was someone out there caring about me and wanting me around. i will never have a family of any kind, certainly not one i'm going to visit for the holidays. i feel like i've had to spend my whole life trying to prove to other people that i am worth loving and i am worth caring about and i am worth wanting near.

this year has felt more crushing than usual. probably because i moved across the country and left my job and all the people i've known for six years and am now surrounded by strangers who all know and love each other and make each other their chosen family and spend holidays together and think about each other. i feel like the little match girl, peering into people's rich full lives.

i remember the first time i heard the little match girl story as a kid and how deeply i identified with it, how i constantly felt like i was on the outside looking in. one day i would be in one of these warm homes, surrounded by life and warmth and love and care.

i'm starting to reach a point on my life where i think it's actually never going to happen. i don't know what i was expecting exactly but other people do have families that they will be attached to forever, families that will continue to grow and change and support each other. i will never have a relative i only see at the holidays.

i feel very alone lately. it's even stranger feeling alone when you're married and living with your husband because it feels like i shouldn't be, like i'm not allowed to be. i used to sit at home and cry all the time and write and make art to cope then moments before tragedy i would force myself outside to interact with other people. i had a way of processing things even when it was often horrible and painful and took a long time.

these days i can't really afford to be sad at all, let alone for days at a time, because it's not just me anymore. i owe it to someone else to try to feel better and be better and sometimes i am reminded of how frustrating my emotions and my entire state of being are in no uncertain terms. 'you have no idea what it's like dealing with you' i'm told, as though i did not spend the majority of my life not only dealing with mentally ill people but also with myself. 'when will you ever do anything for my sake' i'm asked, and i can't say that i am every single day by not dying, by trying to get out of bed and trying to believe in anything. 'quiet down' i'm told when i start to get hysterical about these accusations because i feel like my entire life has been people telling me i'm too difficult to deal with.

a couple of weeks ago i thought i might be spending some holidays with my dad and my cousin. a couple days of discussion with him turned into everything he would say to me when i was 14 and he just married his 21 year old wife - 'why are you trying to destroy My Family? do you not want me to be happy with My Family?' - screaming at me that i don't even know his infant son's birth date as if this isn't the same man that texted me just months ago asking me what my husband's name is.

sometimes i can't believe that no one warned me that life would feel this pointless. that there's no goalposts, no marks of success and no milestones. every day is another trudge through to some other side i don't even really think exists anymore.

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lizzy019 · 8 months ago

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Me really genuinely thinking about how hard Soap's death hit Ghost.

~~~~🌿 In Ghost's POV! "You" is directed at Soap.

I used to think that people were brought into my life to pester me, bother me, ruin me inside to make me hate myself. I never thought people were intruding in my life to improve it. Most of the time, they would make a mess of me and force me to clean it myself.

I was never a social person, I never quite liked socialization because it forced me to give people access to my little home I gave myself. My clean home that I used to let my friends in, only for them to dirty it, leave, and force me to clean it.

My sanctuary where I reside, where I keep myself neat.

But when I met you... hell, everything became different. I liked you, you had character. Sure, that stupid Scottish accent of yours often made my guts wrench up, but now I miss it. Your laugh through the comms, even when you were in pain, it made everything seem less intense. It took away from the reality of the world we work in. I saw true happiness in you, and I felt what I thought I'd lost forever.

A real sliver of true joy.

You would always joke, always smile, always tease, you weren't ever serious unless you had to be. You radiated energy, and it made you a good soldier. A soldier should be able to have that switch from being serious to expressive.

You would talk to me endlessly about the most random things, telling me the most ungodly stuff. But I listened, and it stuck. I remember word for word, everything you told me. Your voice resonated so handsomely, and now I realize why all those conversations replay in my head like a looped song.

I miss you. I miss you.

Normally people would leave me because I scared them, I was misleading, or I was untrustworthy. But you stuck around, and I know you wouldn't leave me even if you were killed.

Oh God, when that bullet hit you... I swear, everything in me stopped. Your body laid there on the cold of the ground, and the blood that I'd come to not fear made every bone in my body shiver. Your body heavy with the required armour, the weapon now sprawled somewhere afar from your hands.

No, you couldn't be...

Your newly lifeless body was lying in my arms, and I was so nervous. I was genuinely scared, because you were all I had left. You were someone whom I cherished, I cared for you. You were the one good thing I could look upon, I could look forward to and genuinely feel excitement for.

But oh, you looked so calm. I've never seen you so relaxed before.

The cold of your body was increasing, and your eyes had began to close. Everything in me was screaming, "Do something!", but it was too late. I knew it was.

Oh, Johnny. Why you?

Now I can't even sleep because everything comes back. The blood, the sounds, the sight. Your lifeless body, followed by your voice. I swear, it's like a horror scene made just for me that I can't escape. It hit me the night that I lost you that I'd never hear you again. I'd never see that cocky smile, nor would I hear those jokes you'd tell me. Those endless hours where you talked to me about anything, your soothing voice that had come to calm me.

I miss you. I miss you.

I haven't cried since I was 8, and now I sob every night. I remember you, I remember everything. You didn't even get to go back to Scotland, see your family and friends, and what could have been done? Maybe if I was more alert, you would be alive.

Your voice, so serene yet gritty, how I wish for my dreams to recreate it as perfectly as you sounded. I want to hear you, and see you, I want my crewmate back. My friend. Am I not allowed to miss you when you changed me so much?

Your dog tag rested around my neck, and I stole your cologne to spray on my pillow. I always thought doing that was weird, especially as friends, but now I realize how much I crave it. So now I fall asleep replaying the conversations you told me all about, replaying how you talked with that stupid accent of yours. You were so passionate about everything, so full of life.

You had friends, family, your culture which you celebrated so fruitfully. You graced the Earth with your undying passion and determination, your skill and dedication. Oh, Johnny. John fucking Mactavish.

You've made a mess out of me.

Well, you're safe now. I think that's what matters most, and Price has told me enough about it. I secretly wish I took a bit of your ashes for myself, but it's too late. Being a soldier seems like a fruitless job now without someone to do it with. Your life was wasted because of it anyway.

So now I wait.

I wait for my turn to come. It won't be long, I hope at least. I'm excited to see you again, to hear you and touch you. I'm so ready. You'll be within my reach, we can talk and joke again. Smiling definitely hurts a bit, but I'm doing it just thinking of you.

I know I'll see you soon, though. Maybe I shouldn't worry.

I miss you.

#elizabethposts #call of duty ghost #simon ghost riley #cod angst #call of duty #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley cod #simon ghost riley call of duty #john soap mactavish #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty angst #angst #sad shit #heavy angst

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redrobin-detective · 1 year ago

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"come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"

Marceline woke to the smell of something amazing cooking.

Her reactions were a little less startled and a little more excited every time she woke up and remembered that Simon was back. She quickly dressed and flew down the stairs and into the kitchen as Simon was finishing whatever it was he was making. His hair was pulled back in one of Marcy's hairbands and was wearing a bright pink sweater gifted from Bonnie over top his usual white collared shirt and black slacks. He looked so different from how she remembered him growing up but he was still her Simon.

"Good morning, or rather good afternoon, sleepyhead," Simon said with a smile as he flipped something in his pan. "Sit down, I'm almost done. I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Is this something the thing you've been talking to my girlfriend in secret about for the past few weeks?" She asked playfully. Simon groaned.

"How could you possibly-"

"I've known Bonnie for hundreds of years, you think I don't know her tells by now," Marcy grinned. "And it barely took me a year to learn all of yours."

"Yes, yes, I shall always be the Watson to your estimable Holmes so here is your reward for another case brilliantly solved," Simon said with a flourish. He placed a completely red grilled cheese sandwich in front of her with a bowl of tomato soup. "Strawberry jam toasted bread with ham, red bell peppers and tomato. The cheese I soaked in the jam too, it's not as red but hopefully it'll taste better than the beet juice cheese I made for you that one time. Bon appétit, mon cher."

"That beet cheese haunts my nightmares," Marcy said, trying to act casual when she wanted to cry with how much love she was feeling. She thought she had lost this forever and having it back, it was a miracle she couldn't put into words. "You don't have to go to this much effort, I can eat anything red. It doesn't even have to be real food."

"I like to cook and I like to cook for you. Sharing a meal together is something you do with your loved ones," he smiled and sat down with his own soup and sandwich. "I have a second chance to enjoy the little things in life and I don’t want to waste it.” He said, biting into his sandwich.

“Yeah,” she smiled back as her fangs sampled the sandwich. Deliciously red and made with love. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh uh,” Simon looked flustered and ducked his head closer to the soup. “I hate having serious discussions over a meal. How was your show last night?”

“Fine,” Marcy said with a suspicious frown. Simon was being cagey but she’d get it out of him eventually. “It was just a small gig at Dirt Beer Guy’s new place. It would have been better with my partner there. You can’t spend all your time inside reading those dusty old books, you know.”

“I’m not your partner, Marcy, I’m your-” Simon paused and turned away with embarrassment scratching at the back of his neck. She found herself wishing he’d just say what they both felt but he trailed off as usual. “Music is just a hobby for me, I’m not nearly the professional you are. Besides I’m not really suited to the kind of music you play, trying to keep up with you would just diminish your natural talent.”

“Dude, you’re like the best pianist I’ve ever heard and you know all those old world songs,” Marcy argued as she slurped up the remaining red in her soup with annoyance. “And you’re no slouch on the guitar or violin or drums or-”

“I don’t play the drums, Ice King did,” Simon interrupted with a flat frown.

“Yeah, okay whatever,” Marcy grumbled as she floated up and gathered up the now empty plates to clean. “So come on, stop avoiding the issue, what did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation angry, let’s relax with a little jam session first,” Simon said cheerfully. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on strings, I’ll join you today on guitar. Just like the good old days.” The image of Simon’s large, blue tinged hands on top of hers on the half broken guitar they’d scrounged from the rubble, lightly moving her fingers over the frets. His gentle voice walking her through the notes and the beautiful sounds they’d made to fill the apocalyptic silence.

Even after a thousand years of insanity, he knew just how to tempt her.

“I’ll grab my guitar while you finish up,” he said before rushing out of the kitchen. She was drying her hands when the sound of a tuning guitar flitted through the house. Marcy had dreamed of a situation like this: her and Simon safe, with no magic or madness or sadness between them, just hanging out. But sometimes a wall could be made of other things too. She grabbed her bass as she floated into the living room where Simon was strumming his acoustic with deep concentration. She sat next to him on the couch and began strumming too, the familiar motions leeching some of her tension.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, playing their own thing with the separate melodies sometimes coming together and harmonizing. Every now and again she’d recognize something he played, some dim lightbulb of a memory from when she was a child listening to music on the radio. Simon always got a little sad when she reminded him of the world they’d both lost. She’d mourned and moved on but it was harder for him to let go.

"Marcy, I need to move out,” Simon said suddenly, snapping her out of her head. She jerked a discordant chord on her guitar as she dropped it, causing him to wince. “Princess Bubblegum is getting me set up with a little place on the border of the Candy Kingdom," he continued awkwardly.

"Move out?" Marcy yelped, reaching over to grab Simon's hand then quickly releasing when she saw him wince. "Why? You've only been back as yourself for six months! You're- you're not ready yet! You can't live on your own in Ooo, you'll get killed!"

"I got through the apocalypse, remember. I believe you were there," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Is it the house? Too small? Too dark? We'll move together, somewhere bigger and brighter that has everything you need-"

"The house is fine, Marcy," Simon sighed, "it's not that it's..."

"Is it me?" She asked quietly. Simon set aside his guitar and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. Marcy tried to relax into his touch like she used to but instead dug her hands into his sweater and held on tight.

"No, Sweetie, no, of course not. Believe me, this isn't an easy choice for me either but... Marceline, we always knew this was going to be temporary. You're a beautiful, brilliant, vivacious young woman and you don't need an old dinosaur cramping your lifestyle."

"You're not, I promise. I love having you here. I am so happy I get to see you everyday, to wake up to your cooking and making music together," she said, pulling back to look up at him.

"And I treasure those things too but Marcy, you're not going out with your friends, you're canceling shows and I know you don't feel comfortable bringing your girlfriend around when I'm here. I don't, I guess I'm worried about trapping you."

"You're not, I want you here, I promise. There's always other parties, other gigs and Bonnie, well she's old too, she knows that the most precious things are the ones that-that won't be around forever."

Simon was human again and that meant he was no longer deathless. He'd been in his mid 30s when he first wore the crown, hardly a spring chicken but not old either. That left Marcy about 50 years or so before he was gone and there was no magic on Earth or beyond that could bring him back while she went on and on and on and on and-. She loosened her grip on him before her claws put holes in his sweater, or him.

"Sweet Girl, I know what it's like to cling to something because it’s safe and familiar but we can’t live in the past. I, well, I need to find my own way. You know, learn and adapt like you have and I can't do that living in the backroom in the house of my uh... friend. We’ve had time to reconnect and recover but now it's time for this old bird to fly from the nest."

“You could stay if you wanted,” she said softly, weakly, feeling like the abandoned child she never really stopped being. “You could live here with me the rest of your life and I would love you every minute of every day. If you really want to move out, find your own space, I’ll gladly help. But I want you to know you are always welcome here, in my home and in my life because- because you’re like my dad and nothing will ever change that or how I feel about you.”

They never really spoke the words: dad, daughter, family, even if that's what they were to each other. There was always the risk Hunson would overhear and take it out on Simon. But also 'dad' had come to represent disappointment and anger and fear while 'Simon' fit the meaning much better. Who needed a dad when she had a Simon?

“Oh Marceline,” Simon said softly, resting his cheek against her hair. “I don’t deserve your love after what I put you through.”

“Like you said, we can’t live in the past,” she mumbled, squeezing him as tight as she dared. Time moved so quickly for her, how many more times would she get to hug him before he was gone? They stayed like for a while before he pulled back and wiped his misty eyes underneath his glasses.

"Princess Bubblegum said the place should be finished soon. It's not very far and, you, likewise, are welcome to visit anytime. I've even asked the Princess to set aside an extra bedroom for you and Finn if ever you need somewhere to stay." Simon said, breaking eye contact to grab his guitar and lightly finger the strings.

"Do Finn and Jake know about this?" Marcy teased. It's been an endless source of amusement watching Simon latch onto Finn like a mother hen and for it all to fly over the boy's head. Simon cooks for them, teaches Finn when he can pin the boy down between adventures and positively dotes on him and her unofficial little brother still didn't get it.

"Jake thinks it's a great idea," Simon sniffed. "Finn is almost 18 and full of reckless, teenage energy, not to mention a whole load of unaddressed trauma. Jake's getting older, he can use all the help he can get managing Finn."

"Word to that," She laughed. The heavy emotional pall lifting, she picked up her bass again and played the same simple melody as Simon. "Was that all you wanted to talk about? The house?"

"No," Simon looked uncomfortable. "I've put it off too long really but with the house set to be up soon, I do need to collect the rest of my belongings from the uh..."

"Oh yeah, you had that whole secret room in the Ice Kingdom, all those books and artifacts and stuff," Marcy noted.

"The last remnants I have of Betty are there too," Simon said dully. They don't talk about her much, mostly because the grief and guilt reminded both of them too much of Ice King. He still had his bad days spent alone doing glob knows what in his room. "I have a lot of things I need to get that I’ve been putting off because well…”

“It’s got to be weird,” Marcy said with an understanding smile. “You were Ice King then Gunter is now Ice Thing. I think everyone needed space after what went down. Me and PB can go get your stuff if you want.”

“No, no, it needs to be me. I can’t run away from the past forever,” Simon sighed. “I could use your help with moving as well as sorting through what’s important and what’s just sentimental junk. I collected as many pre-war artifacts as I could before I was consumed by the crown so I’m not even sure what’s all there.”

“Of course, I’m sure Finn would like to be involved too if it’s about human stuff,” Marcy said

“I’ll message him and I’m pretty sure Gunter gave me his new number too,” Simon muttered absently. “The Ice Kingdom still doesn’t have any citizens so hopefully Gunter will be able to accommodate us.”

“But that will probably take some time to coordinate,” Marcy said in a lilting tone, “and you still owe me a jam session. Show me that one song you used to play on guitar all the time, you know, the one that goes like-” she hastily strummed out a few chords. Simon laughed.

“A thousand years after the end of the world and Bob Dyland still endures,” he said, making some minor adjustments to his tuning keys. “Ok, my memory isn’t what it used to be so don’t complain if I get the lyrics or melody mixed up. So it’s a simple song that has a repeat rhythm of D, G, C, G. Got it? Ok and a one and two and a three-”

The house was soon filled with music and laughter and lots of love.

#adventure time #simon petrikov #marceline abadeer #finally finished #this is gonna be part 1 of 3 or 4 part series #exploring simons relationship with his kids through music #song title is shelter from the storm by bob dylan #love simon and marcy but look at all the regrets and abandonment issues and avoidance tactics they have stuffed into a trenchcoat #they're both overly clingy and distant at the same time I love it #both clinging to a past that doesn't really exist anymore and trying to cope with this new reality #they make me insane

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So I'm a-- wait I told my therapist I was gonna stop calling myself any form of stupid. I am...a person who does not make smart choices. Remember me sharing snippets of a wip I call IsaFrin Hotel fun? It's not done yet.

I DO HAVE A BUNCH OF UNFINISHED SNIPPETS THOUGH. if I ever get back into it the snippets will...flow into each other smoothly instead of seemingly jump-cutting to the next scene. okay just took a hit lets do this shit. THIS IS ALL OF THE SNIPPETS I HAVE OF ISAFRIN HOTEL FUN. -----------------------------------

The moment they arrived at their hotel room, all formalities dropped as they raced to the bed.

"Finally," Siffrin sighed, yanking his boots off, at the edge of the bed. "Took forEVER for us to get checked in."

Isabeau chuckled softly, undressing at a leisurely place. "It's finally time. OUR time."

"I've waited so long for this," Siffrin nearly ripped his own top off. It wasn't his usual turtleneck; it was a simple sweater that was a size too big. He and Isabeau dressed differently than usual to not attract any unwanted attention. They did not want to be recognized, heckled, or anything. They just needed a room to themselves to sate their long-burning desires. Siffrin even omitted binding altogether for this hastily put together outfit, but there was a spare binder in the luggage regardless.

Isabeau pulled Siffrin into his arms, bare chest to bare chest, and kissed him deeply. Siffrin hastily kissed him back, gripping his shoulders. They separated only to catch their breaths. Laughing softly, they rubbed noses, and kissed a few times more. Desires were only growing, like stroking and encouraging a fire to get bigger.

"I'm addicted to your lips, Isa." Siffrin tittered, as Isabeau kissed up and down his neck.

Isabeau chuckled, running his fingers through their hair and lightly tilted their mouth up. Teasingly, he kissed their forehead, cheeks, and nose. Siffrin whined impatiently, tugging his chest hair. Finally, their lips met again after what felt like forever. Siffrin shuddered again as electricity raced through his body, desperately pushing his body against Isabeau's. Isabeau groaned, separating from the kiss. Lightly stroking Siffrin's lower lip, Isabeau whispered;

"You can have all the kisses you want, tonight."

"I need this so badly," Siffrin panted, "I need you."

"Tell me how you want me. Right now."

Siffrin gripped Isabeau's arms, flashing a wild grin.

"Pin me down. Fuck me. Mark me up. Kiss me all over."

Isabeau's head was spinning after hearing all of Siffrin's demands. "Slow down. One thing at a time."

"I'm sorry, Isa!" Siffrin pressed his head against Isabeau's chest. "We haven't been able to spend time like this in AGES and…"

"It's okay, Siffrin." Isabeau patted their shoulder. "We have plenty of time to do everything we want tonight."

---?

Isabeau's large body was on top of Siffrin's, hands intertwined above his head. Siffrin hastily took in Isabeau's lips, tongue, teeth, while Isabeau's kisses were slow, deep, passionate. Their tongues danced, and Siffrin shivered. Separating, they panted, but there was a thin string of saliva still connecting.

"Tonight is perfect, Siffrin." Isabeau whispered. "There are so many things I want to do to you…"

Siffrin laughed softly, "like what?"

"I want to fill all your holes with my seed."

"Just my holes?" Siffrin smirked, arching their elbows to bring attention to their chest. "These aren't very big, but you could blow your load between them, if you wanted."

Isabeau groaned, his hard dick throbbing on Siffrin's thigh.

"Fuck, you're dirty. You're gonna make me empty my cock."

"What else are you gonna do to me?" Siffrin laughed, rubbing his nose against Isabeau's.

"Well, it's only fair that you cum as many times as I do. No matter how long it takes."

---?

"Can you…uhm…" Siffrin sputtered foolishly, as Isabeau planted gentle kisses all over his torso and stomach.

"Anything you want, Siffrin." Isabeau said. "Anything, and it's yours."

Siffrin gulped nervously, licking his dry lips. Why was asking for this so hard? Even now, trying to get the words out made his throat tighten.

Isabeau's lips moved up to Siffrin's neck, then his cheek. He whispered, "Tell me how to please you."

Siffrin flushed several shades deeper, not just on his face, but his shoulders, chest, stomach as well.

Stars. They've done this multiple times before. But it was like trying to strain a brick every single time to get the words out. It's not like Siffrin could just wordlessly push Isabeau's head down, either!

"Canyougodownonme?"

"What…?" Isabeau laughed softly, "Siffrin. Of course."

Siffrin sighed with relief, laying back down on the soft pillows. He wondered how he could've worded his request better without sounding ridiculous. Regardless, Isabeau positioned himself between Siffrin's legs, sliding his hands over their inner thighs. Siffrin squeaked, running their fingers through his hair. Isabeau kissed his thighs, tempted to nibble on the tender flesh…but decided against it. Instead, his wide tongue traced over the right inner thigh, making Siffrin squeak again and bite his lip.

"I need you to do something for me," Isabeau stated, "I need you to not hold back, okay?"

Siffrin's heart was racing. "What do you mean?"

"You've been muffling yourself every time you make noise, love." Isabeau grinned. "I need you to make yourself heard."

"What if our neighbors hear us, though?"

"Our neighbors are doing the same thing we are, Sif." Isabeau shifted over to pat the wall behind the bed. No sound came out. "Plus, nobody can hear us. So, I want you to be as loud as you can manage."

Siffrin nodded nervously,"Okay."

"One more thing," Isabeau held up a finger. "When the time comes, let me have it. Or I can stop before you reach that point. It's up to you."

Isabeau shuddered with lust at the mere thought, "I love tasting you."

"When I gush all over you??" Siffrin stared in surprise.

He just nodded, seriously. Then he lifted himself from Siffrin's groin, caressing their face. Closing their eyes, their lips met slowly, engulfing each other. Isabeau's hand carefully rubbed Siffrin's inner thigh, making them moan into his mouth.

Two fingers separated Siffrin's lower lips. They gasped, as electricity rushed through their body. Isabeau leisurely stroked Siffrin's folds, every so often circling their clit. Siffrin's breath hitched, emitting a high pitched whine. Isabeau trailed kisses on Siffrin's neck and ear, while Siffrin arched his hips impatiently.

"Isa…"

"Tell me what you want."

"I need- I need your mouth on me. Please. Please, Isa."

Isabeau chuckled with a large smile, feeling Siffrin up. Every brush, from fingertips and palms, to Siffrin's bare flesh, had even more burning waves rush through their body. Siffrin whined, bodyhairs prickling from pure want. They pressed themself even further into Isabeau's slow touches.

"Plleeeeaaaase~"

"'Please' what?"

Siffrin whined again, wiggling their hips against Isabeau's fingers. Already, his fingers were slick with arousal. Isabeau's lips moved lower, to Siffrin's chest. He softly sucked on the flesh above the nipple, while stroking Siffrin's folds.

"Mmmngh!"

Not enough noise. Isabeau lightly scraped his teeth against the skin, and Siffrin yelped with pleasure.

"Did you like that?"

Siffrin nodded, gripping the sheets.

"Lower. I want your mouth lower."

Their stomach was next. Isabeau licked and nibbled and sucked on Siffrin's body, carefully applying pressure with his teeth, then he went back up to Siffrin's hot, panting mouth. Siffrin eagerly accepted the kiss, pushing their tongue inside of Isabeau's mouth. Isabeau pulled away, chuckling, and planted a kiss on the tip of Siffrin's nose.

"Tongue fuck me." Siffrin mewled.

---?

Isabeau's hand was laying on Siffrin's back, as Siffrin bobbed their head up and down. Their grip was just right. Hesitantly, Siffrin took more of his cock into their mouth.

What a strange sensation. Regardless, Siffrin pressed on. Isabeau gripped the sheets, refraining from bucking his hips.

"Don't take any more." He panted, "I don't want you to choke. But you're doing…amazing. Keep going, just like that."

Siffrin stroked and sucked just a little faster, trying not to think about what he looked like from Isabeau's view. Part of them wanted to vanish out of embarrassment, but…Siffrin really liked Isabeau's pleasurably contorted faces, as well as listening to all of his noises.

Isabeau was the same way, whenever he went down on them. Of course, each of Siffrin's sounds had to be milked out of them, but every one of them was a reward. Tonight, Isabeau was determined to have Siffrin make as much noise as possible.

Which is why it was so odd that they offered to blow him. Was it just a sneaky way to muffle themself, during?

For a brief moment, Isabeau thought of Siffrin taking someone else's cock from behind while he was getting sucked off. Would Siffrin make noise then?

Isabeau shakily pulled out, a thin string of saliva connecting from Siffrin's lower lip to the head of the dick.

"You were getting close." Siffrin wiped their mouth. "Why did you pull out?"

"You weren't making any noise. Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" Siffrin nodded. "I'm fine. Promise."

Isabeau chuckled, ruffling Siffrin's hair.

"I like the faces you make…and the sounds…" Siffrin admitted shyly.

"I have an idea." Isabeau smiled.

Getting off of the bed, Isabeau walked over to the luggage that the two of them had completely ignored during their passionate night. But, mid-strut, Siffrin playfully smacked Isa's behind. Isabeau froze, then turned back around.

"I'm sorry!" Siffrin fisted the sheets, "I wanted to, uhm, get a reaction out of you…by doing that."

"Change, do I look smack-able to you?" Isabeau laughed.

"Yeah," Siffrin said, quietly looking down. "you look…good."

Isabeau resumed walking to the luggage, unzipping one, and pulled out a small box that hadn't been opened yet. On the cover was an image of a small, dark vibrator.

"Here," he said, handing the box over to Siffrin, "This way, you get some enjoyment as well. When you're going down on me."

Siffrin wanted to explode. But they couldn't hide their face fast enough.

"Uhm…I'm…going to wait, before I use this."

"No pressure, Sif." Isabeau smiled, sitting back on the bed and pulling Siffrin closer. "I want you to feel good, too. I want us to feel good, together."

Siffrin looked down at their ample breasts, their hardened nipples, then eyed Isa's still erect penis. Siffrin never really cared about having two lumps of fat on their chest before, but when they and Isabeau became sexually active together… well… Isa's hands felt really, really good on them like that. Perhaps Isa's member would enjoy being massaged in this new way…

---?

Siffrin whimpered, taking all of Isabeau's cock into them. "I love you," Isabeau grunted. "I love you. Fuck, you feel so good. I love you so much."

"Ah-!!" Siffrin choked out, digging their nails deeply into Isabeau's flesh out of pleasure. "F-fuck! Isabeau!"

Isabeau continued thrusting, holding Siffrin's thighs apart, his mouth just centimeters from Siffrin's ear. They felt every pant, every groan, everything loving he muttered. They were filled with so much love, in every cell of their quaking body. Isabeau's tongue slid against their throat, as Siffrin felt themself approaching another orgasm. Should they warn him? Siffrin tended to gush, quite a bit…

"Don't hold back, my love." Isabeau murmured. "Let me have it. Fuck. Let me have it, please please please."

---? Isabeau was ROUGH. Of course Siffrin loved all of it, being as touch starved as they were. They BEGGED for Isa to be rough, this time. Isabeau happily obliged, restraining Siffrin's wrists above their head…with just one of his hands. And thrusting hard and deep into them.

Moaning, muffled by multiple kisses. Isabeau's lips lightly traced Siffrin's throat, as Siffrin screamed for more.

"Right there! Don't stop!" Siffrin shouted, tears leaking out of their good eye out of joy.

"I will never stop," Isabeau groaned, "I will never stop loving you and cherishing you and-"

"ISABEAU!! CUM IN ME, ISABEAU!"

Isabeau leaned his head back, biting his lip, closing his eyes, and relishing in the delicious warmth and wetness and all of Siffrin's neediness.

"Kiss me," Siffrin panted. "Kiss me and make the stars look down in envy!"

Isabeau's lips melded against Siffrin's, sliding his tongue inside. Siffrin squeaked giddily, tracing their tongue against his. Their lips only separated when Siffrin inhaled sharply, and their body convulsed. Siffrin came hard, splashing Isabeau's groin. With the increased wetness, Isabeau released Siffrin's hands to hold their legs apart…and unleashed his hot cum inside of them, shaking and shuddering with lust.

---?

"Please….please, Isa," Siffrin mewled pathetically as Isabeau slipped another finger inside of him, stroking his walls, aching for release. Siffrin arched his hips desperately, but Isabeau merely laughed, removing his fingers all together.

"Stars. Just. Let me CUM!"

"Do you really want to, though? You haven't convinced me."

"Isaaa…"

Feigning ignorance, Isabeau planted a kiss on SIffrin's shoulder.

"I told you. You need to look at yourself in the mirror. You're going to watch yourself while I pleasure you."

Siffrin groaned, opening his eye. His naked, sweaty form nearly pressed against the glass, with Isabeau directly behind him. It had been nearly an hour of Isabeau fingering him to the point he was going to cum, but every single time he got close…Isabeau always pulled out.

Isabeau tilted Siffrin's head to meet his lips, tongue sliding inside of his mouth. Siffrin gripped his chest hair, panting and sucking on his tongue.

---?

Finally. Finally, bliss. Spurting from Siffrin, he yelled louder than he ever yelled before. Siffrin fell backwards onto Isabeau, who's fingers were still inside of him. Isabeau carefully retracted his fingers while Siffrin was still twitching from his long awaited orgasm.

"Are you okay, Sif?"

Siffrin nodded, breathing heavily.

"Stars, you're so mean to me." He pouted unconvincingly. "Edging me for so long."

Turning around, he nearly mashed his lips against Isabeau's, as he straddled his leg. Separating from the kiss, Siffrin laughed mischievously.

"Naughty Isa!"

"Whaaat?" Isabeau asked, scratching his head.

"I should cage YOU for an hour! Tie YOU up! Maybe even place a vibrator right against your dick!"

Isabeau's face flushed deeply, as Siffrin felt his member twitch against their body.

#smut writing

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