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quokkawritesarchive · 2 months
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BE MY VALENTINE — MINSUNG.
pairing: minho x jisung genre: smut, NSFW, friends to lovers warnings: dom!minho, sub!jisung, jisung has gay panick, oral (m. receiving), bratty jisung, cum swallowing a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab! the way word count keeps increasing with every work…
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what is the definition of friendship? when does the line between friendship and relationship cross?
jisung felt unease; his emotions couldn’t sit right with him and were about to reach the peak. how could he remain calm, when minho kept giving him forehead kisses when he was asleep?
the two of them have been best friends for so long. everyone even called them “chopsticks”, because they were always together. sleepovers were a common thing between them, along with cuddling, sharing clothes and other normal things. all friends do that, right? jisung wasn’t so sure about it anymore.
when minho suggested to rent a room at a spa hotel for february 14th, jisung almost had a heart attack. was it supposed to be a date? a romantic date? an actual romantic evening?
best friends usually go to a spa hotel for entire valentine’s day, just to spend time together, right?
even if he was weirded out a little, he couldn’t say no, since minho was paying for it. at least that’s what he told himself.
“it’s quite nice, actually. look, they even gave us towels and soaps.” minho said as they entered their hotel room.
jisung followed him in, noticing something in the middle of the room only a moment later. something he certainly hadn’t expected.
“one bed?!” he exclaimed.
“ah, yes. i think they confused us for a couple.” minho explained in the most calm manner.
“confused us… for a couple?” jisung raised an eyebrow. that sounded weird.
“yeah, i think so. i wouldn’t book a room with only one bed, c’mon.” minho chuckled as he opened the curtains.
the view was breathtaking. the sun had already set, so the entire skyline of soul could be seen in full view. billboard lights flashed in the distance, people hurried somewhere like ants, and the stars were shining bright in the sky.
“wow…” jisung immediately forgot about the bed and came up, pressing his face against the window. his cheeks pressed absurdly against the glass. he reminded minho of some little animal looking at everything with big eyes.
“aghm-“ minho cleared his throat, finally switching his gaze off jisung. “let’s go to the sauna then, shall we?”
“we even have a sauna included?!” jisung couldn't contain his delight.
“of course. i booked everything they had listed.” minho said proudly, picking up the t-shirt and shorts provided by the hotel. “alright, ima go change.”
he disappeared in the bathroom, leaving jisung with his cheeks still flattened against the glass.
the whole jjimjilbang experience included relaxing in a hot tub, trying several saunas and getting a massage later. once you were done, you could order a cold drink and some dishes in your room and spent the night there.
that’s when jisung realized he had one problem approaching. the dress code in jjimjilbang was a little different from a public pool — you wear nothing at all.
the realization made him gulp. of course he has seen minho’s naked body before, but only for a split second. jisung always turned away, being scared to be seen as a creep. but even after seeing minho’s body for half a second the images of his broad chest and muscular shoulder couldn’t leave jisung’s mind. it was as if it had been imprinted there forever. was he ready to spend whole day with naked minho by his side? what if he just gets hard in front of him? what if minho sees him get hard? what if-
minho loudly closed the door awakening jisung from his panic mode. it was his turn to change clothes now. on wobbly legs, he went to the bathroom, his thoughts kept returning to the possible hard-on.
after both of them were finally in proper clothes, boys left the room. the bathing area was huge indeed, but first they needed to take a shower. jisung quickly washed up in order to avoid standing next to a naked minho rubbing his muscular shoulders. he knew he won’t be able to look away.
jisung chose to sit in a hot tub first, since it had a lot of bubbles and could cover the groin area pretty well. the water was so warm and relaxing. jisung even leaned his head on the edge, closing his eyes in pleasure.
“ah, so warm.” minho exhaled, finally joining jisung in the tub and sitting right next to him.
jisung shivered at the sudden skin contact. why did minho sit so close to him? like impossibly close, so their shoulders were touching. was this even appropriate to sit that close to each other while being fully naked?
jisung tried to ignore that thought, shutting his eyes harder to avoid accidentally staring at minho. moreover, he tried to think of something disgusting or scary, so that his dick wouldn’t get hard.
after half hour minho finally showed signs of life. “wanna move to the sauna?”
his voice sounded so soft and quiet, jisung felt his heart melting.
“sure.”
“alright, let’s go.” minho’s hand then found jisung’s hip underwater, leaning on it for support. digging his fingers into jisung’s skin and grunting like a grandfather, minho stood up, revealing his dick to everyone nearby. but none of the people cared. none, except jisung.
he was in such awe from minho’s hand movement that he forgot to close his eyes. but it was too late. now minho's cock was just at his face level. he was big… and thick as jisung imagined. not like he was thinking of minho’s dick all the time, but he had some thoughts about how his friend’s dick would look like. if only he could lean in slightly and lick the tip with his tongue and then-
“going?” minho asked with a note of confusion.
jisung joilted. he really hoped he wasn’t staring between minho’s legs this whole time.
“you can go. i’ll be there in a bit.” jisung answered through heavy breaths. now his dick was rock hard and the stimulation, although small, from the hot tub, did not help his desperate situation at all.
minho gave him a last questioning look, but exited the hot tub. the whole plan was going down the drain. everything was falling apart and jisung’s fears were becoming a reality. he was sitting with a rock hard dick in a public hot tub because he saw his best friend's cock. was it even normal?
it made him dizzy, but jisung had no other option than to start thinking of all disgusting things that happened to him. when he threw up on himself, or when he had to clean up his dog’s poops out of the carpet and pick out each piece individually… yeah, it worked. in a matter of twenty minutes, jisung managed to fully get rid of a hard-on and finally left the hot tub.
sauna was definitely a better choice right now, since jisung could come up with an excuse to cover up his crotch area. minho would probably give him another questioning look, but jisung didn’t care anymore. it would still be better than thinking of disgusting things again instead of relaxing and enjoying the evening.
jisung managed to wrap a towel around his hips and entered the sauna. it’s been a long time since he visited places like this. the familiar feeling of warmth surrounded his body. he was about to relax so good. thankfully he won’t have to worry about getting hard anymore.
minho saved a place for him on the bench, so jisung had no other choice than to sit next to him. but even when jisung tried to look away, out of the corner of his eye he noticed how minho sat: slightly slouched, legs wide. to make room for it, obviously. or to show it off. although nothing in his face betrayed anything smug or arrogant. his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.
they sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sauna. jisung still avoided looking at his friend, trying to forget the hot tub incident.
the next half hour passed smoothly and they decided to go to massage. but even when they were taking another shower jisung avoided looking at minho even for a second again. he became so anxious and was struggling with himself and his sudden feelings.
fortunately, the massage was an individual experience, and they didn’t have to be in the same room. after being on edge for a long time, jisung was finally able to truly relax and enjoy a massage.
even though his mind was still full of questions about why he had such intense reactions after seeing minho’s bare body. until today, jisung had never given much thought to it. sure, maybe he thought once or twice about how fit minho was. and yes, maybe sometimes the fact that minho seemed like an attractive guy crossed jisung’s mind. and jisung supposed he couldn't ignore the electric tingle that ran down his spine last week when minho had brushed his lips against his forehead, thinking he was asleep. but just because jisung considered what it might be like to date minho didn't mean they could actually date each other. terror, desire, confusion and curiosity all battled it out inside jisung’s stomach. it was only because jisung had never seen minho’s dick before. it was not like he had a crush on his best friend, right?
“do you want haejangguk as usual?” minho asked, looking through the menu.
they were back in the hotel room. jisung was so drained and sleepy, he immediately crawled under the sheets and was about to pass out. the massage took the last bits of his energy.
“mhm.” he answered. he was too lazy to even move his lips.
“okayyy, i’ll have fried chicken then.”
minho called the reception and made an order for the room service. but when he finished the call and turned around, he found jisung sleeping with his head almost completely hidden under the covers.
minho felt his heart trembling. why did jisung have to be so freaking cute? lying on the side, he had one cheek squished by the pillow, while the other was looking so round and chubby.
unable to resist the urge, minho climbed closer to jisung on the bed and laid down, staring at the sleepy expression on his friend’s face.
jisung swore he didn’t notice how he fell asleep, but what minho did next woke him up in a second. another forehead kiss. jisung knew he hadn’t imagined it and now he had all the evidence, as he was fully awake. minho didn’t stop on one, he gave jisung another and then another kiss on the forehead. his lips felt so soft.
jisung started smiling under the covers. a familiar warmth filled his chest, heading somewhere down into the groin area. he genuinely did not want to show that he was awake. he just wanted the kisses to last forever.
but the desire to catch minho red-handed was stronger.
“what are you doing, hyung?”
minho could have sworn his heart almost jumped out of his chest. he cursed, immediately pulling away.
“i thought you were asleep.” in the blink of an eye, minho was already lying on the other side of the bed as if nothing had happened.
jisung stared at minho in disbelief, thinking of how he should approach this conversation. he couldn't understand why minho shunned him so much, why he didn't want to admit his own actions.
but just as jisung was about to finally confront minho, a knock on the door disturbed him.
“oh! room service!” minho abruptly sat up on the bed.
fuck.
this is what you call a bad timing.
minho welcomed the service lady in, letting her to put all the plates on the table and leave shorty after.
“food is here. come eat.” minho did not even give jisung a glare as he continued to arrange the plates.
“not until we talk.” jisung puffed out his cheeks in displeasure. even though he looked like an offended child right now, he needed to get an answer from minho in any way.
minho was silent for a while, but after realizing that jisung was not joking, he gave up, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“fine. what do you wanna talk about?”
“i dunno. everything?!” jisung threw his hands up in annoyance. “your weird behavior whole day? your accidental booking of a couple’s room? your constant forehead kisses, when i’m asleep?”
jisung didn't notice how angry he got. he didn't plan on yelling at minho, he didn't want to start a fight with him. it just happened.
“if you're so worried about it, i actually accidentally booked a room with one bed. when i noticed, it was too late to cancel the reservation.” minho’s words were sharp. “besides, we often sleep in the same bed, so i didn't think much of it. and... my weird behavior? or maybe it’s yours? because i’m not staring at your dick like a horny bitch whole day.”
jisung was so stunned that he started opening and closing his mouth like a fish. he did not expect that instead of repentance, minho would go on the attack.
“how can i not stare at your dick when it’s right in front of my face?!”
“just don’t look at it?!”
“then don’t shove it in my face!”
“i don’t shove it in your face!”
“you literally did in a hot tub!”
“i had to stand up somehow?!”
“and chose to wiggle it in front of my mouth!”
“i didn’t! gosh… if i really wanted to fuck your face i would have already done it!”
“so you don’t want to?!”
“i didn’t say that!”
both of them suddenly paused. how did the conversation turn into this? none of them had an answer to that.
it wasn’t long before minho was right on top of jisung, holding his hips down and kissing him hungrily. practically spit on spit, purposefully as sloppy as possible, they kept devouring each other’s mouths. the desperate hunger for one another that had been hidden deep inside them for so long finally bursted out.
the slurping noises were filthy, but neither of them seemed to care. instead jisung tightened his arms around minho’s neck and threaded his fingers through his hair. it was a mix of passion and anger from the fighting before. jisung took minho’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on it like he would suck him off.
jisung’s dick grew embarrassingly fast, causing him to wiggle his hips under minho’s body. why was he so easily turned on?
“you are so cute when you are flustered…” minho pulled away, looking at jisung intently. a string of saliva still connected their lips. one hand brushed a stand of hair out of his face, while the other gripped his waist.
jisung didn’t respond, only blushed even more. his puffy cheeks were completely red. he melted just like that, becoming completely malleable in minho’s arms. he was trying so hard to avoid intense eye contact, but it was hard to do so, considering that minho was pressing his whole body against him.
pleased with the reaction, minho grinned and moved to kiss jisung’s neck, leaving bites and sucking at any piece of skin he could see. biting became even harder when he heard a series of desperate moans from jisung. he then spread jisung’s legs apart with his knee, resting comfortably right between them.
“fuck-“ jisung whimpered, thoughts getting hazy each second.
to think that he would end up being crushed against the bed by his best friend, while being kissed and toyed with… he started grinding his hips against minho, bucking them up. he quickly got more and more desperate, reaching his climax just by dry humping.
“gosh… you are so loud.” minho wanted to sound annoyed, but he couldn’t hide his cheeky smile. having jisung like this, grinding his hips against him, was the best reward he could get.
“then why don’t you shut my mouth with your cock?” jisung suddenly said, immediately regretting his words. he did not want to sound so eager for minho’s dick.
the smile dropped so fast from minho’s face and got replaced by a devilish smirk. “you think you can handle it?”
oh lord. jisung shut hit eyes. he couldn’t bear with minho looking at him like that. he was practically undressing him with his eyes, while his thumb traced over jisung’s bottom lip.
“i can. i can handle it.” jisung nodded multiple times. no, he definitely sounded eager for minho’s dick now.
minho gave jisung a final warning look and lifted himself up, settling with his back pressed against the headboard. he stripped his clothes quickly, they went flying across the room. the act itself got jisung gulp hardly, wanting to undress as fast as possible too.
his gaze caught on minho, naked and beautiful, leaning casually against the headboard as his eyes leisurely traveled over jisung’s body. minho’s cock was hard, long and already leaking, making jisung’s mouth watery.
he then scooted a bit closer to minho, leaning in for a kiss again. minho responded just as passionately, his hands tangled in jisung’s hair and his hips bucked up in search of contact.
jisung thought he could probably spend hours just kissing minho, but that wasn't what he wanted now, when the sight of dripping dick was just beneath him. he pressed one last kiss on minho’s lips before kneeling down.
he ran his hands up minho’s thighs and then took that thick cock in his hands. the feel of his cock alone made jisung impatient. it was so warm and the skin felt so silky soft.
but before taking it into his mouth, he shot minho an inquiring look only to find him with his head thrown back. reading that as a sign to do whatever he wants, jisung tightened his grip on the cock.
“oh fucking shit…” minho groaned. a throaty sound had heat shooting right up jisung’s groin.
precum was pearled at the tip, and jisung licked it off slowly, savouring the taste of minho on his tongue.
“oh, oh fuck!” minho whimpered, looking down.
jisung smiled and did it again. he was ready to put on that show for him, never breaking the eye contact and taking minho as slow as possible.
he wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to know how every inch of minho’s dick felt on his tongue. minho tasted so sweet, and jisung couldn't get enough of him. following the pace, jisung licked the tip again, alternating between kitten licks and fully taking the tip into his mouth.
minho’s hips trembled, the muscles on his thighs tensed under jisung’s palms as he moved his hips up towards jisung’s face.
“you're- ah- good at that- just- go a bit faster-“ minho gasped out. he restrained himself this whole time from grabbing jisung by the hair and pushing him down his cock. but he was slowly losing his patience.
“make me.” jisung hummed, shivering at the thought of what was about to happen next.
minho opened one eye to make sure jisung wasn’t joking. oh well, the cocky smile on his face confirmed so.
if jisung wanted to receive a full face fucking experience… how could minho say no?
his hand then grabbed on jisung’s hair, interlocking his fingers tightly, and pushed him down the length with all force. even thought jisung was fully prepared for that, he still nearly choked on the dick.
minho began to fuck jisung’s mouth, while continuing to hold the hair tightly. the slick sounds of his own cock sliding in and out mixed with the wet sound of jisung’s mouth.
when jisung got used to the speed, he took hold of the base of the dick with one hand, sliding it on the thickening shaft. he hollowed his cheeks around minho’s huge cock, trying to be so good for him. he wanted to be used like a toy — wanted minho take as much of him as he desired.
jisung caught himself on a thought of how much he was enjoying this. on his knees, in nothing but his underwear, his face in minho’s groin and mouth full of dick. couldn’t be any better.
minho was so hard and dripping from jisung working him up. the sounds jisung’s mouth was making... it was all so filthy and dirty, but he couldn't get enough. he wanted, needed to hear more of that.
as jisung curled his tongue one more time and began moving his head at impossible speed, minho felt his orgasm approaching.
“fuck!” he whined. the grip on the hair tightened, and he came inside jisung’s mouth. jisung continued licking him through orgasm, not letting even a single drop of cum to waste.
as minho finished, both his arms encircled jisung’s cheeks and he left a kiss on his forehead, brushing away his sweaty bangs.
“did so well for me, jagi.” minho cooed, and jisung blushed at the praise. he ran his thumb over jisung’s lips, looking at him in awe. “you swallowed it all?”
jisung nodded and minho groaned again. “fuck- that’s hot. you’re so hot.”
jisung couldn’t help, but blush even more. they’ve been messing around for far too long, and jisung has been hard this whole time. he was desperate for minho to fuck him, suck him off or just do anything to his body at this point.
but as soon as jisung was about to beg for a touch, minho looked somewhere behind him, the look on his face immediately changed.
“the food is cold now, by the way. told you we have to eat first.” the usual grumpy minho was back. it was adorable how quickly his mood could change.
“well… im still hard. you can try to satisfy your hunger with my cum, if you want.” jisung leaned closer to minho’s face.
the way jisung was so bold with his words left minho speechless. he was not surprised he was hard again so soon.
“you offering?” he grinned, capturing their lips back together.
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fandoms-in-law · 5 months
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Trees Bend
Summary: Steve figures out he's bisexual and starts using a metaphor to counter people when they call him the straightest.
Author's note: I was in a Christian puppet group as a teen and in one of the sketches I had to practise puppetry to, the tree metaphor was used for a guy who wouldn't go to church if his pew was taken. After reading all the fics where spaghetti is used as a metaphor I thought the tree one fitted here too so I wrote it.
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It started with Robin, except it really didn't. Steve knew that she would listen, understand and believe him about the thoughts and feelings going through his brain. That was exactly what happened when he shared that he was fairly sure he had a crush on Eddie, that he'd probably had crushes he'd suppressed in the past.
She'd hugged him and asked if he wanted help working through it, or to just ramble about his crush. Between them they started to try and find out if there was a label for being attracted to both men and women. The discovery of bisexuality as a term took a long time to find for the pair of them, but a welcome find.
The actual start of it all was Dustin. The brat was somehow still convinced that Steve and Eddie didn't get along and needed to spend time around each other to do so.
Steve wasn't against the idea, actually he was going along with almost all of the kids ideas to get them talking and spending time together. He'd agreed to have Hellfire move to his house so Eddie could remain part of it and the rest of them could hang out at the same time even.
“I just don't get why you don't like Eddie.” Dustin began almost as soon as he was in the car for a lift to the arcade this time. “You and Robin have said you're trauma bonded often enough so why isn't that working here.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I do like Eddie, probably more than you want, and the fact you refuse to see that is getting annoying now.”
“Is it because he's gay? Is that why you don't like him?” Of course Dustin didn't listen to his words, but that wasn't why Steve abruptly pulled over.
After parking he twisted in his seat expression serious, “Did Eddie tell you that and did he give you permission to tell me that?”
“Why would he need to-” It was clear Dustin was floundering with his response.
“Is Eddie meeting you at the arcade?” Steve carried on, leaving explaining for a moment.
Dusting nodded slowly, and Steve turned to start the car again. “You are shutting up now. When we get there, you, Eddie and I are going to find somewhere quiet, or possibly just get straight back in the car and discuss just how badly you talking like that could go.”
For a few moments it looked like Dustin was going to argue but couldn't find the words, then he settled to staring at Steve and then back at him. It would have been a peaceful drive if he wasn't imagining a hundred reactions Eddie could have to being outed by Dustin and hoping he wouldn't be too upset by it.
Eddie was already outside the arcade when Steve got there, waiting with the other kids and clearly looking for them. The grin he had when coming to greet them dropped quickly at Steve's stern expression and Dustin's confused one. “Hey guys, took you a while.”
“Tell the other boys to go start playing. Dustin needs to apologise to you or have it explained to him why he needs to before we're going in.” Steve smiled but it was still tense, and he nodded towards the other kids, one hand going to Dustin's wrist when he tried to head out.
The words got Eddie yelling over his shoulder still trying to figure out what was happening and deciding to climb in the back of the Beamer when he realised how ready Dustin was to run off with his friends away from whatever had happened. “So that sounds ominous. What's up?”
“This shithead is still set that we don't like each other and was rambling trying to figure out why on the drive.” Steve gestured when Dustin remained silent for once.
“And he's gone insane. All I asked was if he doesn't like you because you're gay.” Dustin chose that point to exclaim, getting two frowns directed at him.
Steve nodded though. “That. That is not your place to share with anyone. Eddie has not told me that himself, and given you had no clue why I'd ask if he gave you permission to share it, he hasn't. You Do Not share anyone's sexuality with anybody else, unless they have given explicit permission to. I don't care that I'm safe. I don't care if you think you can tell who's safe and who's trustworthy. You do not share that information for other people.” He lectured, arms crossed to stop from pointing or getting in Dustin's face to emphasis.
“Geez Kid, I told that to Hellfire because Wheeler was being a shithead about some NPC's. For a bunch of little genius's if you're gonna out me for no reason I'll go hang with Jason to see how long I survive.” Eddie groaned. “Everything Steve just said. Don't out me to anyone, don't out anybody to anyone else unless they've told you to.”
“Another secret to keep? Why the fuck does everything need to be a secret?” Dustin tried to argue. “I want to talk with my friends about them sometimes.”
Steve levelled a glare at him. “And that should not include information that could easily get them killed. It's easy to not mention someone's sexuality. We do it every fucking day. You need to apologise for it and never do it again.”
“Sorry, I guess. I just thought it was why you two don't get along cause You suspected and are like the straightest of the straights.” Dustin grumbled, barely even turning to look at Eddie when he wanted to keep arguing the point.
Steve huffed a little but decided against openly saying anything about it. “Definitely not the non-existent reason Eddie and I don't get along. I like Eddie. He's my friend just like you are and deserves a better apology than that.”
“And seeing Mom Steve defensive for me does not qualify as that apology. It's just very flattering and I'm so grateful this was your response to Mr Thoughtless's words.” Eddie grinned, softening Steve's expression with how relaxed he was being over it.
Dustin looked between them, frowning before letting out a heavy sigh. “I'm sorry alright. I didn't realise it was such a big thing to do. I won't do it again.”
Steve looked back at Eddie, waiting until he nodded, accepting the apology with a “Your PC will die if you do it again.”
“Let's go see Max destroy you all at video games then.” he agreed, unsurprised when Dustin was immediately out of the car and racing into the arcade.
“Thanks for doing that, Steve. I really wasn't sure if you'd accept me coming out.” Eddie lingered, speaking quietly so people passing didn't hear.
Steve just shrugged, locking his car and heading into the arcade, “Course man, I'd hate it if that happened to me.”
“Wait what?”
He smirked over his shoulder, glancing over the trees that lined the street. “I've decided to take a few lessons from the trees. I bet that one bends and waves when storms come in.” He stated before disappearing through the doors. It had been one of the things that he and Robin had tried using to describe who he's attracted to and he liked it more than spaghetti. Trees are strong and stood tall, even a toddler could break uncooked spaghetti into pieces.
It happened again during a Hellfire night a few weeks later and honestly Steve wasn't annoyed by it.
He'd been absently listening to the game, treating it like a story with actors except he could hear the thoughts of the people writing it. At the point they'd reached there had been a discussion going on about how to get information from a guard they'd yet to annoy and Gareth had suggested flirting with him.
“No, man, no. I get that you think you'll be able to get all the information that way but just look at him – he's... Actually Eddie other than in the kingdom's armour what does this guy look like?” Jeff had protested, making a few of them grin at his argument against Gareth's plan being interrupted to ask for description.
Eddie smirked, but sat up to begin narrating, “Currently the guard is watching you huddle away from him in bemusement, an eyebrow arched in curiosity over what you're doing. His hair is carefully styled away from his face with his helmet held under one arm. He's got piercing brown eyes and a clear tan on his face and hands.”
“You're making our strategising take time in the game, dude.” Mike groaned, “No fair.”
“Besides that makes my point. This guard sounds like if Harrington was a guard and couldn't have his fluffy hair. He's not going to go for your flirting Gareth.” Jeff insisted, turning along with most of the table when Steve snickered.
Steve just gestured out the window. “I'm like a tree out there. Pretty bendable if necessary and I choose what's necessary.”
“That makes no sense!” A few of the kids exclaimed but Gareth and Eddie both had considering looks on their faces.
A moment later Gareth's decision was made as he reached out for a die. “I want to flirt with the guard to ask if he knows whether the treasure we want is owned by the kingdom.”
“Roll charisma.” Eddie agreed, over the top of Jeff's repeated protests.
The final time Steve confused everyone with his tree metaphor was a film night and he didn't need to say it to be the one confusing them all.
He'd made a comment about Luke's boots and started a conversation or rather a debate among the kids over whether you could assume someone's sexuality based on what they wear. It was quite amusing to see, especially when Eddie decided to try fanning the flames with contradictory comments the kids could have known which were meant and which weren't if they'd only watched his expression. Some he grinned as he said them, others were said through a smirk one twitch away from becoming a grimace but all of them had someone arguing with them.
Nancy was the one to eventually get annoyed with the debate after it was around twenty minutes long. “Come on guys, you're slowly deciding that any guy wearing fancy clothes or who puts time into his looks must be gay and that entirely ignores the evidence that is Steve sitting right there, straighter than anyone.”
Robin, Steve and Eddie all snickered at that, even more so when Dustin piped up, “Can't say that Nancy. He'll compare himself to a tree again and refuse to explain more.”
“Now now, Dusty-bun, tree metaphors can be very enlightening if you only pay attention to how they're described.” Eddie leaned over putting on a voice as if he were disclosing sage advice.
“He just stays the trees are straight too but bendable in the weather. It's nonsense.” Mike protested.
Steve shrugged when Nancy and Jonathan turned to look at him. “So you are bendable? What are you subtly trying to say you are?” Jonathan asked, eyes narrowed as if already anticipating the answer.
“That I'm not as straight as you all keep insisting I am? I'm bisexual, attracted to both, and kind of getting bored of everyone calling me the straightest of the straights.” He explained easily, leaning back between Eddie and Robin on the sofa.
Most of them nodded then, before Dustin exclaimed, “But why trees? Seriously? So many other things could be used for that but you keep going on about trees? Are you a gardener without telling us?”
“One, why would I tell you about gardening if that was my hobby? You only ever want to talk about your game and I've had you try to give me a character type enough time that I don't need new ones considering any hobbies I might not have shared with you? Two, Trees are strong. They're so strong that we make houses, furniture, a whole host of things from them, and while everyone thinks they're completely still they move a heck of a lot, not just with the wind but in growth and with the seasons. Course I want to be a tree, I'm like the strength of the group trying to fight the battles head on so you guys can do something smart to actually defeat the monsters while they're distracted. It fits.” Steve rambled now, enjoying giving in more to the way he found easiest to identify as if uncertain how accepting people would be.
“Plus I really want to climb you like a tree. So it even works there.” Eddie quipped, getting groans from the kids but a curious smile from Steve.
Before Steve could reply Robin's hand was over his mouth. “Thanks for that image, Eddie, how about you put a pin in that to talk about when you and Steve are alone and not in front of the kids or me.”
Eddie grinned then, nodding, “Sounds good to me. When are we sneaking off together, Stevie?”
“We could now.” Steve offered, shifting to stand before Robin pulled him back down.
“After the film is over and we're heading home.” Nancy stated to pouts from both men.
When they disappeared under the guise of getting more snacks and drinks 10 minutes later she just sighed.
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screaminglygay · 9 months
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third time is a charm, right? (part four)
pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff
summary: getting to know wanda and natasha must be wonderful, right?
warnings: swearing, bad flirting once again, hints of sexual themes
word count: 2.4k
an: hi! hello! im back, hopefully my wifi will work forever from now on. thank youuuu for all of your support, i love you guys so much!!! so sweet!  💞 💕 💞 
(italica = your thoughts)
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In the last three days you checked your phone like nine billion times, still nothing. Being frustrated is a weak word to use in this situation. You were furious, screen time on your phone went up by 89% as it almost hit the number of 13 hours per day. You could make a bet that you´ve seen every Instagram post, every latest information on twitter, in the second it was posted.
I am going to die, I swear. Did I just get ghosted again? Again?  
You let out a big sigh, looking around your room makes you go back to reality as you notice the mess. Not just in your head, but also everywhere around your camp spot, for the past days. Seeing this doesn’t make you very happy, but you're really not in the mood to clean up this bomb situation.
Your phone buzzes.
Every thought bothered by the junk in your living room is now out of your mind at the same speed as it came in. Jumping for your phone wasn’t the smartest idea as you stab yourself with something, you grab it.
What the fuck? A fork?  
The fork is being thrown away, landing somewhere between your box from take-out and dirty sleeping shirt.  
Your phone buzzes again.
Finally, you took it and looked at your messages. Your eyes quickly scan who texted you. It´s Natasha.
Oh my god! It´s her! Yes! Celebrations!
You smiled to yourself as you did something like a cheerful winning dance. Knowing you´re alone, you went fully in with that dance moves. Clicking on the message so you can get some satisfaction makes your heart skips a beat.
Natasha🔥
<12:49>
Hey sweetheart! We´re at town, would be okay if we came to yours for a bit?  
<12:50>
To talk of course 😉
Your cheeks immediately turn to a shade of pink. The heat makes you take off your hoodie, but it does not help at all, you stand up and start to walk around the messy room, dodging everything that lies on the floor. Looking back at the phone, your fingers quickly type your agreement.
They did not ghost me, nice.  
Your phone buzzes one more time.
Natasha🔥
<12:55>
20 minutes and we will be there! xx
You look around and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth. Typing quick “okay” as a reply must be enough, your brain can't type more than that as you're already smiling. Only happy thoughts in your head, the two gorgeous women are actually sent from heaven. Sitting back on the couch did not last long, you got back up as you noticed that the mess was still everywhere, and you had 20 minutes to clean it.
Shit.
You cursed yourself for being gay mess, literally. Being the clumsy you, it took you seven slip ups on your own clothes and three times spilling the same coffee cup to understand that you have zero chance of cleaning this in time.  
Okay, come (Y/N), you’ve got this.
You look at the floor where the spilled coffee is slowly rolling to you.
Maybe I don’t.  
The more you look around the more you feel trapped, the chaos on the ground surrounds you. You don´t even know where most of the things came from. Papers and books are scattered across the coffee table, empty snack wrappers the floor, and a pile of laundry has found its way onto the couch as well as on the ground, chair and somehow even on the kitchen counter. Taking off your rings sounds like a good first step.
Sigh.
Determined, you grab an old towel and luckily you find a bucket, so you fill it with soapy water, ready to clean it all. As you kneel, you can't help but wince at the sticky sensation as your hands encounter the wet mess. You start scrubbing aggressively, hoping to remove every trace of the many accidents. But the coffee spill is just the beginning. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for the next task. You spot the papers first, and you quickly gather them up, trying to sort them into some order.
Burger king coupon? Where did i even get this?
You aim it from a distance, thinking you won't need to take the extra five steps to actually put it in the trashcan. Unexpectedly, your aim is much better than you thought it was possible. You grin with pride, quickly forgetting that you have work to do.
Okay, what´s next? Oh.
Rushing to the couch, you scoop up the pile of laundry, quickly folding and stacking them in a corner. It's not perfect, but it will have to do for now. Time ticks away, urging you to keep moving. The once cluttered floor now starts to regain its sense of space, giving you a glimmer of hope that you might finish in time.
But the clock continues to tick faster and faster, and there's still work to be done. You dart around the room, dusting off surfaces, straightening cushions, and rearranging misplaced items. Your hands move swiftly, almost instinctively, as you strive to restore order to your living room.
It doesn't look that bad. It looks like my old apartment... kinda-ish.
It's not perfect, but it's significantly improved. The spilled coffee has faded, the papers are neatly stacked, and the floor is no longer a minefield of wrappers and clothes. You take a moment to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead.
Quickly running to the bathroom, you take the first perfume and spray it in the living room. Breathing faster than you should you start coughing at the way too sweet perfume hitting your nose.
With only moments to spare, you make a final sprint to the front door, checking your appearance in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself for your angel's arrival, hoping that they will see it as a normal apartment, despite the recent chaos that had occupied you and your living room.
Ding ding.
Oh my god, they are here! Okay, it´s happening. Everybody stay calm. Everybody stay calm down! Haha, office reference.
You giggle at your own thoughts as you peak at yourself one more time in the mirror, winking at yourself.
That was cringe.
You shake your head a little bit, trying to gain confidence you once definitely had somewhere. Quickly opening the door was one way ticket to gay panic once again. Your heart skips a beat as you take in their presence. Natasha, with her confident stance and piercing gaze, smiles as you open the door.  
Beside her stands Wanda, radiating an otherworldly aura. Her expressive eyes hold a mixture of sweetness and authority at the same time.
Speechless for a moment, you find yourself in the presence of two ladies who probably have the superpower of looking heavenly in any circumstances. The gravity of their presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel hotter than from the world record cleaning you did just a minutes ago.
“Hello, pretty girl.” red head said.
“Hi! Hello, welcome!” You move to the side so they both can enter your apartment.
Welcome? What am I? A bellboy or something?
Closing the door, you let out a big sigh, trying to get your brain cells together to work as a team.
They both walk in, looking around the place you're living in. Trying to take small details about you, Wanda immediately looks at the pictures you have on the wall. Bunch of meaningfull and meaningless pictures together.
“Aww you look very cute here, is this your dog?” Wanda asks with a wide smile as she turns to look at you for a second and then she looks back on the pictures.
“Uh no, that was... Uh my friend´s dog.” You stutter a little bit, that caused Natasha to look at you straight away.
“Friend´s?” She comes closer to you. “I don’t like lying, sweetheart, do you love?” She tilts her head, and her beautiful eyes look at her girlfriend.  
“Nope.” Wanda smirks already knowing what´s about to come, but still pays more attention to the pictures.
Natasha's eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and observant. Swallowing hard was another indicator for the older woman that you're not telling the whole truth.
“Technically it´s not a lie.” Your eyes squint a little bit.
Hearing Wanda let out a very adorable chuckle didn’t help you at all. But you don’t dare to look at her, you're still fixated on Natasha, who is watching you like a mother who is waiting for your explanation after being at a parent - teacher meeting.
“But practically we were uh more than friends...” you squint your eyes even more, biting the inside of your cheek as a replacement of fidgeting with your rings as you took them off while you were cleaning.  
“You were?” She was playing with you, it was obvious, you knew it right away. Simply nodding wasn’t the answer here, but you suddenly lost your voice. It was like she caught it and with her big, muscular fist and didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.  
You clear your throat, hoping it would give you few milliseconds to think of an answer.
“That´s why the picture is ripped. He was uh also there, but I cut him off. I love his dog thought.” You try to laugh it off, but Natasha maintains the same face expression. “I call it my straight era.” another joke that actually worked this time. 
All of you laughed at that statement.
Bingo. Mrs. Joker is back in the game. Oh gosh. Cringe, extra cringe. Calm down. Please and thank you.
“We all had that era.” Natasha added, while Wanda came back and nodded.
“I get it though, that dog is very cute.” she chuckled.
You smile at Wanda but hearing Natasha´s comment made you turn back to her.
“Oh, you did? Tell me more!” You smirked looking at Natasha, hoping she will tell you something about her “straight era”. “Pretty please!”  
“Aw you have such a nice manners, darling. Okay, alright.” Natasha giggles. Wanda was already sitting down as she almost broke your arm dragging you with her as well. She pulled you towards her, so you were sitting on her lap.
“Oh... um I-” you blushed already feeling the warm feeling in your stomach.
“We need to train this a little, baby, you're just sitting in my lap now, can you imagine other things? You would explode.” Wanda winked at you, wrapping her hand around you, squeezing you a little tighter. As Natasha finally sits next to you on the couch, watching your interaction with Wanda.
After two hours of talking from your first boyfriends to your favorite episode of Scooby-Doo, you figure out both of them are not so different from you. Maybe Natasha owning a big motorcycle company and Wanda owning architectural corporation makes them richer than you, but besides that. You three are pretty similar. You have lots of things in common, reading, watching movies and shows, cooking, going on walks, cuddling.  
Wanda and you were having the longest conversation about why Emily Dickinson is the best poet, while Natasha only knew she was very fruity and wrote a poetry, but she was admiring how you and her girlfriend were understanding each other so effortlessly without speaking like a normal human being. When the new topic finally came in, Natasha took the lead and asked you a bunch of questions about your favorite music. When she showed her playlist, you had to let out a big laugh.
“Taylor Swift, really?” you look at her, while you shift at Wandas lap to get a better look at her playlist.
“What? I don’t look like a Swiftie?” She acted like she was hurt by your words.
“Uh, no?” you laugh even more. “You look like a Nirvana kind of guy, Blink 182, Pink Floyd, but not a Swiftie, no.” you admit.
“When we started seeing each other I told her I like Taylor Swift, since then she is listening to her non-stop.” Wanda explained.
“See? That makes sense. Wanda...” you nod towards her “the ray of sunshine is a Swiftie and it make so much sense.”  
“So just because I wear black that means I can't listen to Taylor?” She fights playfully back.
“I didn’t say you can't, I just meant that you... a motorcycle company owner who wears leather even as a pj´s won't just play Shake It Off in her shop.” you try to make your point.
“True. Because I think Shake It Off is a song that gets too much credit, just because it´s a simple pop. But something like Eyes open or Better Than Revenge would be great to play in there.” she smiles “Also I don’t think people would mind if I played anything like Lover, because sometimes you much rather hear a song that speaks to you, other than something that just sounds okay and has a lots of drums in it.” she finishes you off.
You don’t say anything at all, you just nod.
“It was your game and you still lost, baby.” Wanda teases you a bit.
“Okay, fine. Fair points, you won.” Even though you don’t want to, you admit it.
“Like I always do.” She moves closer and kisses your cheek.
You tense in Wanda´s arms.
“Relax, detka. We got you.” Wanda whispers in your ear, slowly moving her hands to your stomach as Natasha comes closer to you.
“Yeah, (Y/N). Relax, baby.” Natasha finally connects your lips together as she makes your mind empty. The gentle pressure of her lips against yours sparks a surge of warmth. Her touch evokes a tingly sensation that makes your heart skip a beat. The warmth and softness of her touch imprint upon your senses, etching a memory that you know will linger long after the kiss is over. But for now, her lips are in the perfect place, on yours. If this wasn’t enough, you feel other lips on your neck. As Wanda´s lips trail along your neck, a shiver dances down your spine, electrifying every inch of your being. The gentle press and release of the younger woman kisses unleash pleasure and vulnerability at the same time, leaving a mark, both physical and emotional on your neck. 
Your brain is now overtaken by these two goddesses, leaving it empty as the first time you saw them.
That empty you don’t even realize that they didn’t need you to text them your address to find out where you live.
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heeseungsnewwhore · 5 months
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“Praise”
Kinktober Day 3
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❥ oneshot
Pairing: Sunghoon x Sunoo
Rating: 18+, mdni
Genre: Kinktober
Warning Tags: vamp!enha, vamp!SunSun, BxB, M×M, so it's gay, Sunoo is a menace, Sunghoon is a simp, mild dirty talk, oral, oral masturbation¿, mutual Masturbation maybe, unestablished relationship, feelings are mutual, they do stuff like this more often than not, it gets kinda dirty, if you don’t like graphic MxM please do not read, enjoy 🩸
A/N: MASS KINKTOBER UPDATE COMING TONIGHT AND TOMORROW. STAY TUNED
“Hiii…”
Sunghoon looks up from the book in his lap, peeking above his glasses to see a sleepy Sunoo trudging down the stairs. Smiling at the scene of the groggy man.
“About time.” He teases the other and Sunoo throws him a nasty look before coming and plopping down on the couch across from him.
“Where’s everyone else?” He looks around with a yawn.
“They went out to get things for the party. I figured the whole 5 of them didn’t need me.” Sunghoon adds before glancing back up at the other.
“I would’ve liked to go.” The younger vampire pouts, now rubbing his eyes.
“Well they tried to wake you, and you bit one of them so.” Sunghoon chuckles before Sunoo is clasping his hands over his own cheeks.
“Oh no! Who did I bite!?”
As Sunoo asks, Sunghoon raises a hand, never looking up from his book, revealing the bite mark between his thumb and his index. Sunoo gave another little gasp, now leaving the couch and getting down on his knees where the other was sitting. Pouting as he looked at the man’s hand to inspect it.
“Maybe I was hungry?” Sunoo offered the other a sheepish smile as he takes the older man’s hand.
“It’s fine Sunoo- It didn’t really hurt-“
“We’re all alone, right?” Sunoo suddenly cuts the other off, now staring at his hand.
“…Yeah?” Sunghoon answers glancing to him for a moment. “…Hungry?”
“Little bit ~ Jay can’t complain about my appetite if he’s not here…And I did just crawl out of bed…”Sunoo is giving the other that smile again, an almost pleading look in his eyes.
Sunghoon can’t help but reciprocate the smile. “Go ahead then.”
Happily, Sunoo takes the others wrist into his mouth. Sinking his fangs down onto a vein that was begging to be punctured. Closing his eyes with a soft hum as he fed. Sunghoon’s gaze going to linger over the other. Mostly staring at the soft lips that were now on him. Finding himself completely immersed until Sunoo is slowly raising his gaze to look at the other vampire. There’s something in his eyes that has Sunghoon quickly looking away. The younger muffling a giggle against the others skin before he’s pulling away from the his wrist. Licking his lips before licking at the fang wound.
“There’s not enough coming out of here…Can I do it somewhere else?” He asks as he’s fiddling with the large man’s fingers , Sunghoon giving a small hum as he thought.
“I don’t know- Are you going to behave yourself?” He teases and Sunoo throws him another look.
“Since when do you complain?” The younger rolls his eyes before climbing up to straddle the other man’s lap, catching him off guard. His book tumbling to the floor and Sunoo giving him an amused grin as he drapes his arms over broad shoulders. “Would you really consider this misbehaving~?”
Sunghoon is glancing away from the other, clearing his throat all too obviously as Sunoo giggles once again.
“Sunghoon~…Come on, We’re alone…” He whines. “You can look at me…I like it when you look at me.” He’s playing a hand down over the others chest now.
The vampire finally giving in to show the other his face again. If his heart could beat anything like it used to, it’d be ready to fly out of his chest. There was just something in the way Sunoo looked at him, especially now.
“You like me that much?”
“You know already, Sunoo…” Sunghoon’s hands are finally moving to hold the others waist. Gripping at his sides a few times before letting his hands travel up and about the others body, making him shiver.
“A-And you know how I feel too…”
“Yeah.. Yeah, I do.”
Sunoo’s hands that were at the others chest had begun to fiddle with one of the buttons on the olders shirt.
“They’re going to be gone for a bit, right?” He asks suddenly and Sunghoon simply nods, never taking his eyes away from the other. “Mkay…”
Sunoo’s words are soft, quiet. Those wandering hands now slowly beginning to unbutton the others shirt. Completely exposing the expanse of his collarbone, his chest, almost his entire front. Biting his lip as he glides his hands over the smooth skin, Sunghoon’s breath hitching in his throat for a moment. The older now moving to take off his glasses, before there’s a set of lips already claiming his. Sunoo knew when Sunghoon removed his glasses, all else was fair game. The older vampire moving that hand now to tangle his fingers in the hair at the youngers nape.
The action was simple.
Sweet.
Just a soft trading of lips between the two. Their hands just enjoying the feel of the other that was underneath them. Sunoo's hands still exploring Sunghoon's exposed front, as he in return had begun to slide his hands underneath the others shirt. Gently playing his fingertips over the soft skin. Sunoo couldn't help but smile against the man's lips as they kissed. Sunghoon had always been so delicate with him. So gentle, so loving. The way he touched him, the way he kissed him, the way he practically nurtured him. Sunghoon's feelings couldn't have been more obvious to him, but they still liked the absolute cover of privacy before they were ever like this. It was a lot less stressful than stealing kisses around the house they all shared, or trying to sneak back and forth between each others rooms in the night. It was a big place, yeah. But not quite big enough to keep them hidden for long. It also became increasingly difficult to keep their minds clear especially since there would always be one vampire or another that would be catching a glimpse into the others thoughts. Telepathy was a commonly shared ability among their kind and sometimes Sunghoon was the one to let his thoughts almost get the best of him. It especially didn't help when Sunoo would outwardly do something that he knew Sunghoon couldn't help but react to.
"Hey Sunghoon?" The younger murmurs.
"Mm?"
"I'm still kinda hungry…”
"I told you go ahead, Sunoo." Sunghoon can't help but chuckle as he's pulling away from the kiss. "You just woke up. Get your fill.”
Sunoo can't help but beam as he takes his fingers to drag along the others neck. Leaving a blazing trail along the territory of flesh he intended to sink his fangs into. He offers a soft thank you to the other before leaning in, and does just that. Gently sinking his fangs into the others neck. They had often been scolded about feeding from each other, as vampires in general, due to the effects it could have on their mental state. But Sunghoon and Sunoo were different. They were always able to feed from the other without an issue. The two’s feelings had also formed long before feeding from each other could play a factor into their behavior.
“Don’t be afraid to take as much as you’d like, Sunoo…I can tell you’re holding back.” Sunghoon’s eyes fall closed as he lets a few hums escape his lips. But now those eyes are coming open to look to the other as he suddenly pulls away.
“Is Sunghoon asking me to be greedy?” Sunoo gives him a certain look that has the other laughing.
“Do you want to be greedy?” Sunghoon challenges and there’s a faint blush on Sunoo’s cheeks as he smiles.
“I always want to be greedy with you…” He says shyly, but the look in his eyes told the older something else.
“Then be greedy with me, Sunoo.”
Sunoo is biting his lip now. Glancing to the others neck before looking back up for their gazes to meet.
“You’re always so good to me Sunghoon…” Sunoo’s voice isn’t that much shy of a whisper as he leans back in to the others neck. This time sinking his fangs in deeper as he pulls more.
There’s something that Sunghoon swallows. A sound he refuses to let present itself just yet. His hands that were exploring, now settling on soft thighs. Rubbing up and down along the flesh as his fingertips played underneath the fabric. Pushing the legs of his shorts up as far as he could, earning a giggle from the other. The younger rolling his hips teasingly, finally getting a wounded groan from the man underneath him. The hands that were playing gently over his thighs, were now gripping them.
“Menace…”
“You enjoy it.” Sunoo hums as he’s licking a drool of blood that almost escaped his tongue. Latching right back onto his neck.
Sunghoon is loving every moment of it regardless of his words. His hands moving to explore the terrain of the others body once again. This time taking a hand all the way up to curl his fingers in chestnut locks. Earning a soft groan from the younger as he presses his body closer. As close as he can to be able to still feed from him. It’s just before Sunghoon’s other hand can travel around to grip the other elsewhere, that his phone rings. The both of them quickly looking over to see who had been calling him.
“It’s Jungwon.” Sunghoon looked over to Sunoo as the other sighs, propping an elbow on the older males shoulder with a huff. Resting his head in his palm now.
“He’s gonna owe me breakfast for this…” Sunoo pouts, and Sunghoon chuckles. Ruffling the others hair before bringing his hand down so he can drape his arm around his waist. Grabbing his phone with his free hand.
“Hello?” Sunghoon answers the phone.
‘Sunghoon-ah! Do you know if we still have all the stuff to make that punch Niki likes? He says we don’t but he can’t even remember the recipe.’
“I’ll go see- I know what it is.” Sunoo says as he finally climbs off of Sunghoon’s lap. Purposely stretching in front of the other in a way that’s more or less showing off his ass.
‘Oh, is Sunoo awake?’
“Yeah, he’s up now.” Sunghoon bites his lip as he leans forward to smack the other across the very ass he teases him with. The younger giggling and bounding off to the kitchen. “He’s going to see if we have everything.”
‘Ah, okay. When did he wake up?’
“Just a little while ago.” Sunghoon answers as he’s finally looking over the floor, finding the book he had dropped earlier.
‘Ah- Jake it’s gonna fall-! The displays aren’t for photos! Heeseung?!’
Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh hearing all the commotion in the background. Eyes flicking up to see Sunoo leaning against the wall holding an empty glass jar and a half eaten carton of fruit.
“Jungwon- We need sugar and cherries.”
‘Niki you couldn’t remember sugar and cherries?’
‘I don’t know what was in it I just drank it.’
Sunghoon hears the other sigh.
‘Okay hyung, thank you. Byyyye’
“Mm, byyyye.” Sunghoon mimics before hanging up, now sitting his phone back on the desk with his book. Before he could look back up, the younger vampire was already bounding back onto his lap. “Ah! Geez!”
Sunoo only chuckles, now taking a hold of the others chin to bring him to face him properly. Sunghoon now seeing the cherry that the other was presenting between his lips. Shooting the older vampire a suggestive look. There’s a smirk this time playing at Sunghoon’s lips as he takes the bait, going to take the cherry from the others mouth. Sunoo presses it into his mouth with his tongue. Watching with a satisfied smile as Sunghoon finishes the little piece of fruit, spitting the pit off somewhere across the room. His hands going back to the others hips as he pulls his body closer.
“I love it when you do things like that.”
“I know.” Sunoo giggles.
“You full?”
Sunoo hums, tilting his head to the side with a sweet smile. “I guess so…”
“Guess?”
“I ate plenty…” He answers as he plays a hand along the others exposed chest. “But I might still be feeling a bit greedy.”
“Yeah?”
Sunoo nods, giving the other a certain look that has Sunghoon swiping his tongue across his lips. Sunoo finally taking the others hands that were at his hips, and moving them around to rest over his ass. That in which Sunghoon was immediately groping handfuls of.
“Greedy for that…” He says in a pleasured sigh at the feeling. “Your hands on me. I love the way you touch me…” He presses back into the other vampires touch, humming softly at the attention, before Sunghoon is stealing needy kisses from his lips. “You make me feel so good…” He starts in between the advances of the others greedy lips. “Even with the way you kiss me.”
“I want to be the only one that makes you feel that way.”
“You know you already are, Sunghoon.”
“Do I..?” Sunghoon challenges and Sunoo is rolling his eyes as he pulls from the others lips.
“Don’t I always tell you? How I love everything you give me? How good you are when you give it to me~?” Sunoo plays right back and Sunghoon is groaning softly as he buries his face agaisnt the others neck. Letting out a shaky breath of a chuckle.
“Mhm…” He hums, finally letting his lips brush agaisnt the youngers neck. Beginning a blazing trail of kisses against the younger vampires skin. Earning himself another sigh of pleasure as Sunoo tilts his head back.
“How I love the way you fuck me…Your hand over my mouth so they don’t hear us at night…”
“S-Sunoo…”
“Mm~ the way you groan my name just like that- I love it when you say my name.” With every word, Sunghoon’s actions become more intense, more passionate against the smiling younger. “The way you say it when you’re fucking me,too~…” Sunoo bites his lips, groaning softly as Sunghoon’s kisses have turned into hungry love bites, and his hands are even rougher on his ass.
“I love giving you what you want…”
Sunoo couldn’t help but let those words travel straight to nether regions. Both hands now traveling to run his fingers through Sunghoon’s hair, rolling his hips to chase the friction that he knew the other was craving just as well.
“Then give me what I want, Sunghoon. I want to cum before they get back…I know it won’t be too much longer…So…” Sunoo’s words are cut short as Sunghoon’s erection is now being ground right against his own. “Mm~, use your hands on us~…Let’s have a little fun~”
It’s then, that Sunghoon is changing his grip on the other, and with the way he moves, Sunoo knows he’s about to stand with them. Or at least try. As Sunghoon moves to get up with the other, most likely to the bedroom, Sunoo is making him settle right back into the couch.
“Y-you want to do it here-? But-“
“What happened to giving me what I want?” Sunoo shushes the other as he presses a finger to his lips. “It’s not like you to tell me, no~” The younger sings as he is trailing a hand down over the others exposed chest. “I thought you wanted to please me, hm?” That same hand has now traveled down further now, palming over the the bulge in the older vampires slacks.
He watches with a smile as Sunghoon’s lips part to let out a rough moan- Pressing two fingers into his mouth as he does so, and Sunghoon readily takes them in. Swiping his tongue between the digits before he’s sucking. Sunoo giving a pleased hum as he bites his lip, enjoying the scene unfold.
“Oh~ You’re being so good for me now. Is it because I’m making you feel good?” He ponders with an innocent smile, tilting his head to the side cutely. Sunghoon nodding as he continues to let out quiet noises against the others digits. “Are you going to make me feel good too?”
Sunghoon nods again, more eagerly this time. Sunoo chuckling as he goes to pull his fingers away from the others mouth, Sunghoon sucking back on them as he drags them from between his lips. Sunoo loves these moments. There’s so many things that he would only ever know about Sunghoon. This side of him. The part of him that was ready to meet his every need without any hesitation. Sure Sunghoon would become cautious at times, but it usually didn’t take much from Sunoo after that to convince him.
“Arms.” Sunghoon says suddenly and Sunoo is complying just as obediently. Raising his arms for the other to pull his shirt up and off.
Sunghoon’s hands then are now traveling all over the exposed upper half of Sunoo’s body. Earning a soft moan from the younger as he tilts his head back. Eyes fluttering closed as he takes it all in. The way his fingers are dancing over every inch of exposed flesh he can touch. Thumbs grazing his nipples from time to time. Ghosting a gentle grip around his neck before bringing the hand back down to follow and trace another trail over his dips and curves.
“Your hands always feel so nice around me Sunghoon…You always touch me just right.” The other hums with a blissful smile at his lips. His hands coming to rest over Sunghoon’s as they lazily follow along with the searing trail he leaves over his skin. “I-I love it…”
“Of course you do~…” Sunghoon hums as he’s now leaning in to press a few soft kisses to the others neck. Inevitably sinking his fangs into his neck and the sound that comes out of Sunoo then has him groaning in return.
As he’s slowly beginning to feed from the other, Sunoo is gathering Sunghoon’s wandering hands and guiding them down to the trapped erection in his shorts. Sunghoon curling his fingers into the hem of the fabric to pull them down enough to free the others length. Sunoo doing the same for him as he’s freeing the other from his slacks. Their hands now wrapped around each other, giving slow, gentle strokes.
“Feels so good…Your hands…Ah~, and your fangs…All mine~” Sunoo whines as he’s carrying his free hand up to tangle in raven locks. Tugging gently from time to time when Sunghoon uses his thumb in a particular way over the slit of his cock.
For a moment, the two are just like that. Slow gentle fondling of each others cocks and Sunoo enjoying every sensation as Sunghoon drinks his fill. The older vampire in return, slowly unraveling merely at the way Sunoo speaks to him. He always has. He’s loved it from the moment they met. The way Sunoo would ever remind him of all the things he enjoyed from him. Even in the smallest things from taking care of him or helping him in any of their daily life. He gave Sunghoon an overwhelming sense of pride and he aimed to please the other as much as he could. Sunoo’s words were more than enough to have him like this, and their were times, despite his cool composure- That he was definitely not composed at all.
“More, Sunghoon…Give me more.”
And upon hearing the other’s words now, he’s pulling away from the others neck slowly. A string of blood and saliva connecting his bottom lip to the mess he left at the youngers skin. But he cleans it up with his tongue accordingly. Now gazing up into the others lustful expression. Getting a firmer grip around his cock as he begins to pump him faster. His thighs trembling against his lap as he does so, Sunoo rewarding him with the same change in pace.
“F-fu…Yeah…Make me feel good…So good, j-just like that…Ugh, don’t stop~…”
It had felt as if it’d been too long since Sunghoon was able to hear the others moans so openly. When one or the other had been too needy in the night, they always had to take precautions to mute themselves. Sunoo being accurate when he mentioned the others hand over his mouth. Or their usual position with the younger on his stomach so he can muffle his sounds into a pillow. There was even a time where Sunoo gagged them both because he wanted to be on top, inevitably still having to cover his own mouth with his hands in the end despite their gagging attempts. Sunghoon usually was able to muffle himself with the others neck, biting into him and just feeding whenever he felt he was making too much noise. Often they spent nights like this…So Sunghoon can’t help himself when he asks-
“Can we do m-more?”
Sunoo can’t help but give a breathy chuckle past his moans. Panting softly as he speaks.
“N-Not yet…I’ve got- Fuck~, I’ve got something special planned for us at the party tonight~…So, just-“ His words are cut short as he whimpers out another curse at Sunghoon’s hand tugging on his cock in a particular way. “B-be patient.” He’s licking his lips now at the way the other is resting his head back against the couch. Eyeing the expanse of his neck.
“Everyone will be- Mmm~…At the party tonight…F-fuck…”
Sunoo giggles breathlessly before he’s leaning in to lick a wet trail along the others neck, leading up to the shell of his ear before he whispers. “The afterparty~”
The after party was just that. But it was a more ‘mature’ occasion meant for mainly the vampires and vampires alone after they were done entertaining the University with their usual, annual, Halloween bash for the students. Vampire and human alike. But the after party in particular was indeed very particular itself. If you ever had to ask about it, you’re obviously not someone who was getting invited or wanted there. It was an occasion where you were only ever invited by the host. And their house was always invited back onto the property to attend the afterparty every year. In short, your typical, sleazy, vampire bash.
"I p-promise you'll like it." Sunoo's words now come in a series of wounded little moans. His hips moving to fuck into Sunghoon's hand, wanting even more.
The older vampire now moving his hand at an even faster pace. Sunoo's hand going to match. Their harbored breathing steadily becoming louder in the room. Sunoo's pants and moans, sending the other into a blissful daze of lust. His eyes glued to the others expressions as the attention from the youngers hand continued to fuel his pleasure. Sunghoon felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and pride just enjoying the others expressions above him. Even if Sunoo hadn’t been returning the favor, he’d still be loving this all the same.
“S-Sunghoon~…Sunghoon…Ughn~” Sunoo begins to call his name, leaning his forehead to brace against the others. “You’re doing so good- I-I’m so close…m-make me cum- Y-You’re so good at m-making me cum.”
He’s practically whining at this point. Not quite begging, but still Sunghoon would give him what he wanted. He loved to hear it. Telling him how good he was making him feel, how much he loved it. A series of words like that continued to fall from Sunoo’s lips. Sunghoon biting his as he tightens his grip for the younger, the vampire desperately fucking into his hand now, practically bouncing in his lap. His hand that was around Sunghoon’s cock suddenly abandoning the others length now, to rest over the orders hand that was pleasuring him. Chanting how close he was, begging the other not to stop, before it’s nothing but the older male’s name falling from his lips in broken cries. The rhythm of hips becoming extremely sloppy as he makes a mess onto both of their hands. As his body istrembling, trying to catch his breath, Sunghoon is raising the younger’s messy hand to his lips. Beginning to lick the cum away from both of their fingers. Sunoo groaning softly as he drags his lip between his teeth, watching every second of the scene unfold. All until Sunghoon is finished and Sunoo is quickly pushing himself off the others lap, and to sit on his knees between his legs. He doesn’t waste a second in taking the others cock up into his mouth. Sunghoon’s head falling back against the couch with a vulgar groan. Sunoo getting to hear the older at his loudest as he greedily bobbed his head. Hands gripping the others thighs as he moans around his length endlessly. Sunghoon’s hands fall to tangle in his hair once again as he moans out. Anyone that could hear Sunghoon now would know very well he was sailing off further and further into a spiral of pleasure. His back arching slightly off the couch, as he was definitely writhing at this point. If Sunoo didn’t have his mouth full, he’d be wearing the biggest smile right now. His hands still gripping his thighs just to hold him more properly in place as he devoured him.
“S-Sunoo- Sun…I’m close- I’m g-gonna cum- I-I’m-“
“Mhm.” Sunoo hums simply, moving his head at the same delicious pace for the other.
His hands groping up and down along the olders thighs, encouraging him in a way- His mouth making the most vulgar and greedy noises around his cock now and finally- Sunoo’s mouth is being greeted with the warmth of Sunghoon’s release. Letting out a porn worthy moan as he slowly pulls from the others cock, and swallows. Licking his lips as he looks up at the other. Sunghoon’s chest is heaving. Head still resting back against the couch…And what Sunoo loves almost as much as the view, is the way Sunghoon’s hands are slowly running through his hair, petting him and he happily leans into the touch.
“How much time do you think we still have…?” He suddenly asks and the way Sunghoon smirks down at him through his heavy breathing, tells him that the older vampire was thinking the same.
“Bed?”
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ITS TIME FOR THE GAY CONTENT. HAPPY PRIDE TIME FOR IDIOT GAY.
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“Right,” the narrator says, voice unwavering, “you ready?”
Stanley nods. The hand in his squeezes, and then lets go. He approaches the two buttons carefully. Behind him, the narrator clears his throat, and speaks his line.
“And when at last he found the source of the room's power, he knew it was his duty, his obligation, to put an end to this horrible place and to everything it stood for.”
His performance is as strong as ever. Stanley inhales deeply to brace himself.
Then he slams the ON button, turns, and runs.
The fellow is only a few steps behind him, and he breathes out, “Oh Stanley, you didn't just activate the controls, did you?” before he drops the rest. There’s little time for him to speak, of course—the game is afoot.
They’ve been trying to beat this game for so many runs now that it’s nearly muscle memory. Stanley runs to the four computer screens and his friend to the other side of the control room, to the monitor under the painted numbers 0521. The screens display nothing until the countdown properly starts, but it’s a matter of getting to their places.
God, Stanley is so glad he convinced his friend to do this. It’s such a thrill, every time, it gets his heart racing every time they get closer to the solution. To beating the mini game the narrator has made just for him.
It feels like ages ago now that the fellow finally grinned at him (grinned! With his face!) and told him, “well, go on then, see how far you can get”. Delight had painted the narrator’s features as he stood at the top of the stairs by the double doors and monologued while his protagonist ran about the room, slamming buttons to try to make sense out of what was usually senseless.
These buttons were never supposed to do anything, but he can’t resist indulging Stanley. He’s a pushover. Stanley loves him.
Now the fellow shouts a series of colors, and Stanley presses the buttons of the four monitors in that order. The screens flash, then a green check mark appears on them as they chime. Step one, done.
The both of them move in sync. This was the hardest part, this part took the most trial and error. Each monitor in the room displays a number in a certain color. The numbered button has to be hit in the same moment that the colored button attached to the monitor’s console is hit. It is a team effort that requires a lot of movement, a lot of back and forth on both parts as they each work to resolve the monitors closest to the numbers they stand near.
This game can only be beaten in co-op. It needs two people to even get close to success. And it requires luck, too. A good amount of luck.
He presses the heel of his palm into a green button at the same moment the narrator pushes the number 2 flush. The monitor chimes, goes black. Somewhere in the room, a monitor displaying a battery lights up, the display either charged or partially charged.
His heart is racing. They’ve gotten a little over half of the monitors done, and the timer has just gone back to 1:47:00. This is a good run, Stanley can feel it in his bones. They’re going to manage it this time.
They’ve gotten so close in the past. So, so frustratingly close. It’s usually the damn number 4 that trips them up, high up on the stairwell hard to get to. They try to leave it for last and if they have to, they use the big red button in the console up front to reset the remaining monitors. The less times they have to hit the number 4, the better.
How many times have the pair of them tried to beat this game, now? He would wonder if they’ve hit the triple digits yet, if he wasn’t so preoccupied.
It’s been enough times that they can’t do their attempts consecutively anymore. They have to take breaks, they can only do this ending so many times before the frustration builds to a point where they start getting snippy with each other. When that happens they would stop and put the game aside, do something else. A normal run, a familiar ending, something to ease the tension.
Forty-eight seconds left. Which technically means only eighteen—once the clock hits thirty seconds again all the monitors will change to “GOODBYE EMPLOYEE 427” and it won’t matter anymore. They’re cutting it really, really close—there’s two monitors left and they both display a 4. Do they opt to reset the button and risk the new displays showing numbers far from where they stand, or try to bolt up the stairwell?
A choice like this would make the narrator freeze up—has in the past. Has cost them the game. So now Stanley points to the big red button that the fellow is close to, a command he follows without hesitation. He slams it down
RNJesus is on their side. A blue number 1, and a pink number 3. It’s perfect.
Forty-three seconds. The narrator smacks the number 1 as Stanley jams the pads of his fingers into the blue button. He bolts to the number 3 and the narrator nearly trips on his way to the monitor while the building shakes. Thirty-seven seconds.
Two buttons press in sync. All the monitors display the green check mark. The battery displays are all fully charged. Thirty-three seconds. The narrator, out of breath, hauls himself to the standing console that requests he attempt a power surge. The blue screen lights up his face.
SURGE DETECTED. MANUAL OVERRIDE REQUIRED. PLEASE ACTIVATE FAILSAFE.
At thirty-one seconds and all steps completed, Stanley smashes his palm into the power button on the failsafe monitor.
The room goes completely dark. The monitor has gone black. Not even the lights in the center pit are on.
And then the massive countdown screen displays a new message.
EMERGENCY DETONATION ABORTED.
The monitors all light up with the same display:
FACILITY ACTIVE. WELCOME ADMIN EMPLOYEE 427.
They’ve done it.
The lights come back on as one. In the pit under the catwalks, the rim lights are an oscillation of green and white. Overhead, a new song plays, celebratory and triumphant.
Stanley whoops. The narrator is howling with joy, fists thrown in the air where he stands by the console.
“Yes! YES! Woo! We did it! We did it!”
God, Stanley wants to howl with delight. He wants to run laps, he wants to spin in circles until he’s dizzy.
He runs from where he stands by the failsafe button, to where the narrator is fist-pumping the air triumphantly. The fellow laughs madly with joy when Stanley scoops him up in a bear hug, lifting and spinning him in the air like he’s light as a feather.
God, Stanley is on top of the world. He could do anything right now. His narrator’s arms are around his neck and he’s laughing in his ear, that wild laugh where he’s just so bloody proud.
There is so much joy in Stanley’s chest. He spins his narrator again, feeling how he laughs, and then Stanley tilts his head up and kisses him.
The narrator’s mouth is warm, open, jaw loose. Stanley closes his eyes and feels how that lower lip gives. He lets the world fall away.
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There’s a little noise against his mouth, startled. The jaw goes tense, the body in his arms stiff—but even as he registers it and the fight or flight instincts kick in, pulling him back, the narrator makes another noise and relaxes again, mouth chasing his. There’s no chance for disconnect.
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The slightest of head tilts—then they’re even closer. His nose presses into the skin of a cheek. The mouth against his parts and lets him in. There is a hand in his hair.
Stanley doesn’t need to breathe, which is good, because he could do this forever; but he eventually pulls back for air anyway. He opens his eyes, mouth open while he pants.
The narrator blinks at him, looking dazed. His eyes are lidded, like he’s just opened them to try to seek out why Stanley stopped. His mouth is pink. So are his cheeks. He’s fucking gorgeous, lips parted, hand sliding from Stanley’s shoulder to press the tips of his fingers to that kiss-swollen lower lip.
Stanley looks at him, beautiful and breathless and speechless—and then finally registers just what the hell he’s done.
Why did he do that. Why did he do that.
“Stanley?”
He shouldn’t have done that, why did he do that, why couldn’t he control himself? Why is he like this? Why doesn’t he think, why is he so stupid?
“Stanley!”
The narrator’s not like him, he’s overstepped, he’s so stupid, just Stupid Stanley, who just kissed his only friend like an idiot, who’s ruined everyth—
The narrator’s hands press to his cheeks and then that mouth is back on his.
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It’s sloppy. It’s rough. There’s the brush of teeth and a pair of glasses press into his nose, but even as he thinks it the narrator tries to correct, softening the force and adjusting the angle. Stanley sees the squeeze of the narrator’s eyes shut tight, before his own slide shut again.
Oh. Right. Yes. This is why. This is right.
He kisses back, hand finding a cheek. The narrator kisses him with a startling desperation, like he might never get the chance again.
This time, when they pull away, it is the narrator’s turn to look anxious.
“Was—was that alright? I didn’t, I didn’t know what to do, you were panicking, and I just—oh, did I do it wrong? I shouldn’t have presumed, I—“
Stanley cups his cheek, thumb stroking the skin there. The third kiss is slower. There’s intent behind it. Certainty. It’s a much softer thing, it feels like comfort.
The narrator makes that noise again, something like a relieved moan. That’s it, sweetheart. There we are.
Stanley’s heart is slowing. There’s a hand on his chest, his fingers are on the narrator’s hip, and they kiss and kiss like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like they were made for just this.
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When they finally part, he doesn’t go far. He presses his forehead to his narrator’s, his eyes closed, and the fellow is content to be held. Their noses brush. They fit.
The triumphant music has long since ended, the silence creeping in around them. Stanley finds he is content with it. His eyes stay closed even when the narrator finally finds his voice.
“Could we…. Stanley, could we have been doing that this whole time?!”
He snorts, the upset and outrage in the fellow’s voice utterly shattering the quiet peace of the moment and surprising a laugh out of Stanley. His face breaks into a grin as he laughs, pressing his forehead harder against his friend’s.
“I can’t believe you’ve been letting me go on about this story and its themes and these damn buttons when this entire time—Stanley, stop laughing, I’m serious!”
He nearly doubles over with the fit of giggles. As it is he presses his face into the narrator’s collar, knit acrylic on his cheek, and laughs so hard it hurts.
“Unbelievable! Utterly ridiculous, I’m here bemoaning all the time lost and here you are, laughing like a lunatic and not kissing me!!”
He throws his head back and laughs and laughs and laughs.
He loves this bastard. Really, he does. They’ve never put it in so many words, but he’s loved him for years now and he knows—well—he shouldn’t assume, but he’s pretty certain—
“Yes, yes, I’m in love with an idiot man who has me in his arms and is fully capable of expressing his adoration of me and yet is choosing to laugh instead of fixing his mouth back onto mine where it should go,” the fellow huffs, trying to sound stern and offended and not at all like he just told Stanley an open secret.
Stanley lifts his head from the fellow’s shoulder, grinning, an eyebrow raised in challenge. Why does Stanley have to be the one to fix the problem, hm? If the narrator is so upset, then he should do something to fix the situation.
The face he’s met with has been painted with irritation, but now it shifts to surprise, the narrator’s cheeks flushing all the way to his ears. Surprise and uncertainty, his eyes wide and darting away from Stanley’s face. He mumbles something that the protagonist might have missed if he wasn’t mere inches away.
“M’not as good at it as you are. Obviously.”
Oh, sweetheart. His sweetheart. Stanley presses both his palms to the narrator’s jawline with tenderness, and gives him what he wants.
It takes practice, he thinks. Not that Stanley has had more of it, but he’s had longer to know how his body moves and his mouth works. He’ll teach him. He’ll teach the narrator whatever he wants.
The narrator wraps a hand around his wrist but does not pull him away. A hum purrs in his chest. Stanley loves him so very much.
This is a shorter kiss, but Stanley follows it up with a peck on the mouth and then a peck on the cheek. Okay, okay, if they keep this up they’ll never leave this room. There are much more comfortable places to kiss in this building.
“Mm,” the narrator hums distractedly. “You’re right I suppose.” He’s clearly not thinking about any of them, too busy looking at Stanley’s mouth.
Sweetheart.
“Mm.”
Narrator.
“What?”
Reset?
The distant look clears and the narrator furrows his brow, looking irritated. “Oh for—Stanley, look at the monitors.”
Caught off guard, Stanley glances at the closest screen. Underneath the words “WELCOME ADMIN EMPLOYEE 427” is a new line of text.
> RESTART SIMULATION Y/N
Oh.
“An idiot,” the fellow in his arms groans, dropping his head onto Stanley’s shoulder to hide his face. “I’m in love with an idiot.”
Okay look, he was a little distracted, alright.
“Really, really stupid, button obsessed, stubborn, bratty—“
Look, does the bastard want more kisses or not?!
The narrator’s mouth snaps shut. Stanley smirks. Better.
“Mean,” the fellow adds under his breath as Stanley half turns to put his hand on the standing console, fingers hovering over the Y.
Yeah, Stanley loves him too. So very, very much.
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xsturniellax · 8 months
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my small heart, for big love.
Feminine reader x matt sturniolo
Warnings: anxiety, fluff, kissing, 1st person.
Summary: you and Matt have been dating for 3 months, it's coming up to be your 4 month anniversary. Something happens between you and Chris, will it change your perspective of you and Matt?
A/n: please dm me if you have any ideas you want me to write, and I enjoyed writing this! :)
I woke up, the sun shining on my face. My head was layed on Matt's head; I could hear his heart beat going smoothly and steady. He was awake before me like always. I look up at him and smiled, as I snuggle into him more, wrapping us in the warm duvet.
"I never want to leave." Matt says, rubbing my head and playing with my hair. He would always say this in the morning, and it would still make me blush.
"Do you want my hoodie again y/n?" Matt asks, blushing and laughing. I laugh along with him and nod my head. He gets up slowly and grabs a black and green dinosaur printed one. I put it on over my pajamas and we hold hands and go downstairs.
"Morning guys." Nick smiles at us whilst ording our breakfast from McDonald's.
"Goodmorning." I say to Nick, giving him a thank you afterwards. Yet again, I'd try to pay but he'd always reply with 'no way, this is my treat'.
Down comes Chris, he looks like he had a rough night.
"Did you get any sleep Chris?" I ask his, whilst hugging onto Matt. He'd answer with a groan. Definitely not.
"So, y/n, still up for today?" Matt asks me, booping my nose. I give him a smile and a nod as he kisses me on the cheek.
"Single lonely people over here! Take it to somewhere we both can't get jealous!" Nick laughs and so does Chris. I can hear Matt giggling in my ear as he twirls my hair.
"I'm gonna go get ready, okay?" I go up the stairs, putting my hands out like I'm going to miss him, even though I'll probably see him in a minute.
I get dressed in a pink, floral dress. I pair it with some white sandals and a cute white bag. Then I do my hair; curl it, put a hair band in it, and a matching bow to the dress. Then I hear a knock.
"It's me, Chris." Chris says, still sounding like he's been awake for a year.
"Come in!" I say, packing away my hair pins and the straightners.
"Woah... I meant to say Matt went out for a bit, something to do with Madi." Chris scratches his head still admiring me.
"I'm dating your brother Chris, no need to stare." I say, rolling my eyes. He gives an awkward laugh, as he walks closer to me.
"Matt said he'll be 2 ish hours... " he looked at me sad. I look at him a frown.
"Oh, so im guessing we aren't going out then... " I sit down, looking at myself in the vanity mirror, packing away some makeup.
"Well maybe you and me can go out... As friends?" He asks, trying to reassure me that my hard work didn't go in for nothing.
"Sure, I'd like that." I say, turning back to look at him and giving him a smile.
*1 hour later*
Messages:
Matt: hey y/n I'm so sorry, madi needs me to stay the night, she needs help with this stupid science assignment. we can definitely do something tomorrow.
Y/n: oh okay, me and chris are going out anyways to make this day a bit more exciting, have fun with stupid science!
Matt: i mean we'll try, and have fun with chris!
Y/n: i will :)
Another knock again. I put my phone down and open the door. There stands Chris. He's actually done something with his hair for once. It looks nice...
"Ready to go out?" Chris asks, still admiring me.
"Yeah, and remember, I have a boyfriend who's your brother, and it isn't the gay one!" I say, laughing again. He does his little head scratch and gives a nervous laugh. I grab my bag and we go.
I have no clue where he's taking me, or for how long.
"We're here!" Chris looks impressed with himself. He's brought me to a secret part of the beach, you could see the sunset perfectly.
"Wow..." I say, admiring the sunset like Chris once admired me. Our hands brush past each other. His pinky, interlocked with mine, causing us to end up holding hands. He then spins me round and I turn to face him, holding his other hand. We look deeply into eachothers eyes. I completely forget about Matt.
*ting*
It's my phone. I let go of Chris and go to my phone.
Messages:
Matt: hey gorgeous, coming home now since we've finished it already, meet at the beach? x
Y/n: yay! yeah, I'll wait there. x
"That was Matt. He's coming back home now, he wants to meet me at the beach as well... Just me." I look down, trying not to maintain any eye contact from what just have happened.
"Okay, thanks for a nice time..." I can tell Chris is hurt by the tone of his voice. I have to tell Matt what happened.
*30 minutes later*
"Y/n!" Matt come running up behind me, hugging me from behind and spinning me in the air. I gave a huge smile, but my eyes caught something. Chris, he was looking at us through the window with a worried face.
"How was your little friend date with chris?" Matt asks, looking at me all cute.
"It was... Good!" Dammit. I need to tell him somehow.
A few minutes go by and were sat on the beach.
"Matt... I need to talk to you about something." I say, anxiety filling my body, causing my hands to shake with fear.
"Yeah?" He looks at me like he knows something is wrong.
"When me and Chris had our little walk on the beach together... We, well. We almost kissed." I say, looking away.
"Oh?" Oh? Is that it? There's no defensiveness in oh. I nod at him, my eyes filling with tears.
"Hey it's okay y/n, mistakes happen. It's not like you meant it. And you know how my brother is, he can get jealous sometimes. And I don't have to talk to him if you don't want me to." Matt pulls me in and hugs me tight, tears flowing from my face. I let a very stuttered 'are you sure' and he nods silently.
"I love you." Matt hasn't said that yet. Like ever before. I stop crying and get out of hugging. We look at each other, deeply in each other's eyes.
"I love you too..." I say, smiling at him, still shaking from what's just happened. He leans in and wipes my tears away, then he gently pushed my hair behind my ear. We share a kiss under the moonlight. But still in the corner of my eye, I see Chris in his window still watching...
Thank you for reading! Let me know if you want a part 2 to the story, and please dm me if you have any ideas for another upcoming story!! 💗
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Some Traditions Can be Left Behind
Words: 1463
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai
@kkgweek
He has read all about his clan's traditions. Scouring through all of those old stories in the few books his father had left behind. There were long, sleepless nights growing up that he had used to catch up on all of those stories he could never hear from his father’s mouth again. 
From the long history of the summoner's contract between the Hatake clan and the bloodhounds to the short tales that talked about traditional clan dishes handed down from generation to generation.
There wasn’t a single thing he had missed. Each tradition was locked away in his memory, ready to be called up on the day he’d need it, and over the years he’d used quite a few of them for various situations.
There was only one tradition he’d never had to put too much thought into before. A short story, followed by a clan rule, which he had honestly never thought would concern him. After all, it involved marriage and he never thought there would come a day when he, Hatake Kakashi, would find himself getting married.
Then everything changed in an instant.
Gai confessed his feelings for him while laying in a hospital bed recovering from opening the eighth gate of death, and everything quickly fell into place after that. They dated, and Kakashi realized he was in love with his best friend somewhere along the line, and then he proposed.
Gai had cried when he got down on one knee two years after their first date, and he’d almost suffocated him to death in his hug, but it all turned out alright.
They were getting married.
Today was the day Hatake Kakashi thought would never come. The day when he would promise his future to the man who had pulled him through his darkest years and refused to leave his side even when he tried to push him away.
He was actually getting married, and that meant it was finally time to deal with that one tradition he had never dared to think about before.
“Tell me,” Gai laid a hand on his knee. “What is it that’s bothering you.”
“It’s not really bothering me,” he lied, unsure how to really tackle the issue. “I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do.”
Gai doesn’t ask for more information. Not with words, at least. He simply sits there and watches Kakashi, waiting for him to decide when he’s ready to continue. Taking a deep breath, he stared down at the book laying in his hands. One of only two books that his father left behind. The only things that gave him any information about the clan he never had the chance to learn from someone else.
Someone who had lived through those traditions. Heard them from the mouths of the past generation.
“There’s a…tradition.” his heart pounded in his chest. Talking about his clan went against everything he had ever done in his life. As a kid, he’d decided that his clan would end with him, and he was fine with that. Holding onto those traditions that no one else would ever learn. Leaving the Hatake Clan’s past a mystery to the world, forever forgotten with his passing.
Now, though, he wasn’t going to be the final Hatake.
Even if Gai didn’t take his name, he would officially be a part of his clan through marriage. He would be the only person that Kakashi could ever share those traditions with, and it had to start here.
Today, on the day of their wedding, he needed to tell Gai about that first tradition. The most important one.
The only one that his father had ever had the opportunity to utter to him.
“What tradition is it?” Gai asked, urging him to continue speaking.
“Well, it’s to do with my mask,” at the mention of that simple piece of cloth that covered half of his face, Kakashi lifted one hand and gently brushed his fingers against the fabric. “You know I’ve been wearing this since I was a kid.”
“As long as I’ve known you,” Gai confirmed with a chuckle. “I don’t think I could ever imagine you without it.”
The words were comforting. Although it was seen as abnormal by many, Kakashi had become accustomed to wearing his mask at all times. He felt naked without it most days. Which was what made this particular tradition all the harder for him to accept.
Giving himself a moment, he took a deep breath and counted to five. Calming his nerves before he continued. “My father gave it to me. When I turned five he gifted me the summoners contract with the hounds and a mask.”
“He…gave you a mask?” Gai frowned. “Why?”
“There’s a tradition in my clan. One that has been around for as long as the Hatake's have. On their fifth birthday, a Hatake is gifted a mask that they’ll wear until -”
The words caught in his throat. No matter how hard he tried to force them out, they refused to come. As if speaking them would cement it in stone. Right now they were just words on paper. Something that only he knew about.
As soon as he told Gai, there would be an expectation.
He’d have to follow through with the tradition, no matter how much he didn’t want to.
“Kakashi,” Gai squeezed his knee, grounding him back into reality. Into this moment, with just the two of them. “Take your time. I can wait all day.”
“We have guests.”
“They can wait as well,” Gai assured him. “For you, the whole world can wait.”
His stomach twisted with nerves. There was no line in any of the Icha Icha books that could ever hope to be half as romantic as what Gai had just said. Perhaps it was simply because he was in love. His emotions were reacting stronger to Gai’s words than they do to anything else.
He doesn’t think that’s the case though. All of their lives Gai had been good with words. Comforting, supportive, kind words. They were one of his many strong points. Something that made him a great Sensei, a good friend, and a perfect lover.
“They’ll wear it,” he continued slowly, testing the words in his mind before he spoke them out loud. “Until the day they marry. Then, in front of the person that they’ve committed themselves to, they take it off.”
“For a moment?” Gai’s smile shone even brighter than usual. Amusement and joy tucked away behind that gentle gaze of his. 
“Forever.” getting that explanation out should have taken a weight off of his shoulders. It should have made him feel better, sharing his clan’s traditions with the man he was going to marry.
Yet, it didn’t.
Somehow he felt worse than he did before. The daunting realization struck him even harder now that it was carved into reality.
He was going to have to take his mask off.
Everyone was going to see his face, and he hated it.
“Rival,” Gai called out to him, using that name he had been calling him since they were little kids running around the playground and studying at the Acadamy. “Is this a tradition that you want to follow?”
The question surprised him.
“I-”
A finger came up over his lips, silencing whatever words he was about to say. 
“Think about it,” Gai insisted. “Do you want to go forward without your mask? Is this something that you, Hatake Kakashi, want to do?”
The answer came to him like lightning. 
Quick and decisive.
“No.”
The smile returned to Gai’s face, as bright and beautiful as it always was.
A beacon of hope and love that Kakashi had wasted far too many years ignoring. 
“Then it’s settled,” he declared, leaning back into his wheelchair. “It’s simply a tradition you won’t follow.”
A tradition he wouldn’t follow.
That wasn’t something Kakashi had thought he was allowed to do. As the last Hatake, he was supposed to keep those traditions. Honour them until his dying breath, but here Gai was smiling at him and saying he didn’t have to.
He was allowed to keep his mask.
“Rival,” a hand settled against his cheek, whipping away a tear that Kakashi hadn’t realized he was crying. “Today’s a happy day, remember?”
“I am happy,” he leaned into Gai’s hand, his mask hiding away the smile that stretched across his lips. “I’m marrying the most youthful man in the world. How could I be anything but happy?”
Gai’s laughter filled the air, and Kakashi simply sat there. Basking in that sound he loved so much. Smiling, knowing that he was going to be married by the end of the day and that he wouldn’t have to change a thing about himself.
Not even his mask. 
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prompt list, fluff # 81: “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
(this is a very belated birthday gift for @trying-to-get-somewhere-real​ and though you def dont have to, you should probably listen to taylor swift’s ‘dress’ for the full vibes)
Ava’s phone starts ringing to the chorus to Meredith Brooks’s timeless classic ‘Bitch’ just as DJ is applying Ava’s mascara.  It surprises DJ so much that she nearly spears Ava right through the eye, Ava only managing to turn her head towards the phone which is resting on DJ’s vanity just in time, the wand scraping a jagged dark line from the corner of Ava’s eye to her temple.
DJ clucks her tongue, immediately licking at the pad of her thumb and wiping at the rogue makeup smear, making it worse.  “Don’t tell me that’s your ringtone for–”
Ava just smirks and reaches to accept the call.  “Hey.  You’re on speaker, I’m with DJ.”
“Hi, Mom,” DJ says, now using a tissue to mop at the side of Ava’s face.
“What are you doing over there?”  And yep, Deborah is using her annoyed voice.  “The car is supposed to pick us up, both of us, here in twenty.”
“I know I’m sorry, but Kiki couldn’t get her shift covered and you hate when I do my own makeup.”
“If you’d just let me show you how–”
“Not the time, D.  I’m just going to tag along with DJ and Aidan and I’ll meet you there?” Deborah sighs across the line.  It’s opening night Las Vegas’s newest casino and Deborah is set to christen the brand new theater the following night with the start of a new residency.  Tonight she just has to show up, schmooze, drink champagne, smile, and maybe gamble a little.  Ava is going as her date, that’s what they’ve been doing for the past few months, dating, but they’re still keeping it secret, at least outside of Deborah’s chosen few.  So Ava is getting ready for a really long night of partying and trying desperately to avoid both eye-fucking and actually fucking Deborah around her new bosses.
“Fine,” Deborah says.  “Though a little advanced warning would’ve been nice.”
“I know, I’m an asshole, you tell me basically every day so, really, I’m just living up to your expectations.  And I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
Deborah laughs soft and pleased and Ava’s whole face softens.  She catches DJ’s eyes through the mirror and DJ rolls them dramatically, a perfect parallel to her mother, and mimes sticking her finger down her throat.  Nice.
“I’ll see you there,” Ava says, sticking her tongue out at DJ which earns her a light smack to the side of the head.  “I’ll be the hot young thing looking for her even hotter MILF of a girlfriend.”
“Ohmygod stop,” DJ whines, picking up the pallet of eyeshadow and waving at Ava to hurry it up already.
“Okay, I’ll see you both soon.  And absolutely no D’Jewelry, Ava.  I don’t care what DJ says, your earlobes still haven’t recovered.”
“Goodbye, mother!”  DJ says, reaching over Ava to hang up on Deborah.  “And you,” she says, poking Ava in the shoulder.
“Are still wearing the rings, yup.  DJ, I am a day one ride-or-die.  I’m D’Jewelry’s biggest fan!”
“Oh no, that’s Jojo Siwa now.  One TikTok of her dancing in a pair of my earrings with that gay little haircut that’s offending all those Disney moms?  The baby lesbians flocked.  And they are insatiable, I can’t keep any inventory.”
Ava laughs, shaking her head in disbelief.  “That’s really great, DJ.  And, um, thanks for doing this.” Ava shuts her eyes as DJ leans in close to finish Ava’s eye makeup.  She presses her tongue against the inside of her lip when she concentrates, just like Deborah.  “I know it’s, uh, probably weird for you.  Me and your mom–”
“You know, it’s actually not?  No, don’t open, I’m not done.”
“Say more.”
“She’s happy,” DJ says, continuing to swipe gently around Ava’s closed eyes.  “Both in her career and now her personal life and I don’t think she’s had this, or felt like this, since my dad.  You know, before that all went to hell.  Okay, open,” DJ says, leaning back out of Ava’s space and studying her work as Ava blinks her eyes open.  “Damn, I am good.  Look.”
Ava turns to her own reflection then finds DJ through the mirror.  “I look hot.”
“Smokin’,” DJ agrees, “but now shoo, I need to do my own.”
Ava swaps places with DJ, their reflections finding each other now from the opposite perspective.  “I mean it, DJ, thank you.  For, I don’t know, still being a friend even though–”
“You’re sleeping with my mother?”
“Yeah, okay, I’m done–”
“You make her happy, Ava.  Which also means she’s way less of a pain in my ass.”  DJ shrugs.  “She’s different.  Trying harder, I guess, to be there for me and to support me.  And Aidan, too.  And I think you have something to do with that.”
Ava’s throat is tight and she’s trying really hard not to cry.  No matter what happens once news of her and Deborah’s relationship breaks one day, it’s nice to know that DJ is one less person they’ll need to defend themselves against.
“I feel like we should have a drink now, are you thirsty?  I brought champagne.  The good stuff from D’s.”
“Oh hell yes.”
_____
Aidan pulls up to the valet and Ava climbs out of the back seat first, one long bare leg emerging from the incredibly high slit of the long and shimmering silver dress she’d bought for the occasion.  It was thin strapped and covered in thousands of sequins, the front bodice swooping low and loose and showing off the smooth skin between her breasts.  She waves away the approaching tuxedoed valet and opens the passenger door herself, offering her hand to help DJ out of the car.  DJ is wrapped in blood red satin, the dress strapless and just barely long enough to cover her ass.  Aidan’s suit is perfectly tailored burgundy with a black shirt and bow tie.  The three of them mingle together at the start of the red carpet that has been set up, people-watching and waiting for Deborah to arrive.
Night has fallen and there’s a flurry of activity outside the main entrance with black car after black car cycling through to drop a wide range of VIPs.  There are athletes and actors, models and local Vegas icons, high rollers and other casino magnates.  Ava is sure Marty will be here, she’ll have to actively work on trying not to punch him in the face.  She promised Deborah she’d behave tonight, but the thought of him being here, of him flirting with Deborah even after what he did to her the morning after DJ’s birthday party has Ava’s temper flaring.  At least Deborah isn’t working at his casino anymore, thank fuck.
Aidan and DJ are chatting with another MMA fighter who has just arrived and Ava is puffing on the vape she is carrying strapped to her thigh as Deborah’s black Mercedes is pulling up.  “Yeah, I’ve got this one too, pal,” Ava says, practically hip-checking the valet out of the way of Deborah’s door.  When she pulls it open, Deborah is turned in the other direction and fixing closed the clasp of a black satin clutch.  The first thing Ava thinks is that there is not nearly enough of Deborah’s bare skin showing.  And then Deborah is turning around and holy shit she’s wearing a tuxedo.  The bow tie is untied and hanging loose, the top two buttons of the shirt undone and showing just the barest hint of cleavage.  Her hair is natural but styled in waves away from her face and Ava is slack-jawed and momentarily stunned.
Deborah smiles wide at the sight of her.  “Hi, baby.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Ava says as Deborah holds out her hand, a large gold ring on her pinky, and Ava takes it, helping Deborah out and to her feet.  The jacket and trousers are both perfectly tailored and the pants, complete with the classic black stripe down each side, are tight to show off the curves of Deborah’s perfect legs.  Even with Ava’s extremely tall heels, Deborah is wearing the black Louboutins and taller still.
“You look stunning,” Deborah says, looking her up and down.  Ava purposely shows some leg and Deborah’s eyes drop down then follow up the length of the slit that finishes high up on Ava’s thigh.  “Shit.”
“Mm I love when you curse.  And this look?  D–” Ava fans herself with the hand that is definitely not still wrapped around Deborah’s waist.  “The James Bond of my dreams, fuck.”
Deborah is grinning and doing the Tongue Thing, squeezing Ava’s hand before letting go and leaning to whisper into Ava’s ear, “I missed you today.”
Ava hums in agreement, then briefly tips her head forward just enough that their temples touch.  It’s not quite the kiss she’d like to be giving, but it gets her message across well enough.  She doesn’t think she will ever get tired of Deborah being open with her affection, even if it’s just in these small quiet moments just between the two of them.  But it’s over in a blink because Deborah’s finally been spotted and the pack of photographers are whistling and beckoning her over.
Deborah joins the line of who’s who entering the casino, slowly making her way down the red carpet and stopping to pose for photographs and greeting those she knows by name after decades here in the industry.  Ava hangs back just far enough to be out of the photos, trailing after Deborah and holding her clutch as she works the crowd like only she can.  She’s hilarious, sharp, and charming as always, but Deborah is radiating a different energy tonight.  It’s confident, powerful, and effortlessly suave and Ava is both so in love and so turned on.  Deborah lingers at the end of the carpet to do a few interviews and spends quite a bit of time with the tall entertainment reporter in the glasses from the Sun, the one who has done a few in-depth interviews with Deborah, including the one leading up to her final Palmetto show.  Eventually, Deborah turns back to Ava and calls her over.
“And this,” Deborah says, taking Ava around the elbow and pulling her into Deborah’s side, “is Ava Daniels.  She’s been writing for me for about a year now and frankly, it’s a miracle we haven’t killed each other.”
“Not for lack of trying,” Ava says, raising a single eyebrow and pointing to the tiniest scar that still hasn’t quite disappeared on her forehead, just below her hairline.
“Okay, maybe there was one small incident involving a crystal, but clearly she lived,” Deborah jokes, turning her attention back to the reporter.   “But I wouldn’t be here without her.”
“Mhmm who else would fetch your Diet Coke?” Ava asks, momentarily distracted by a rogue blonde flyaway that’s come loose from Deborah’s hair.  Ava unconsciously extends a finger and plays with it briefly, before tucking it gently back behind Deborah’s ear.
Deborah spends a few more minutes discussing the change in material and the upcoming new residency and then they’re meeting back up with Aidan and DJ and walking inside.  Ava catches Deborah looking at her cleavage more than once before they’re even through the front door.
DJ leans in close on Deborah’s other side from where Ava is and whispers, “you guys should probably try a little harder to hide it if you don’t want people to know.  Anyone with eyes and half a brain could see there’s something between you.  You’re not exactly being subtle.” 
Ava bursts out laughing and Deborah tells them both to hush.  Though it’s the opposite of what she’d actually like to do, Ava steps away to put at least a semblance of distance between them.
They step into the air conditioned lobby and a server greets them with a tray of full champagne flutes.  The theme of the hotel and casino is a nod to old time Hollywood and finished in a clean and crisp art deco style, accented everywhere in gold.  It’s classy, Ava thinks as she looks around, and perfect for the next phase of Deborah’s career.  It certainly makes the Palmetto feel like a dump, suck it, Marty. 
Marcus appears as they take their first sips and move into the main casino area, frowning already as he holds out his phone to Deborah, already open to Twitter.  There’s a gif open of Ava and Deborah, lovestruck and staring moonily at each other from the Sun interview, and when Deborah can’t hide her smile, Marcus’s frown deepens even further.
He sighs loudly enough to get Deborah’s attention back from the screen.  “I don’t know what I can do at this point, Deb.  Look at you.  Are you sure this is a good idea?”  Dating Ava, bringing her to the opening, all of it.  It’s something he’s probably asked her every day for the past month, ever since Deborah finally shared the news of their relationship with her innermost circle.
Deborah looks, first at the phone, and then at Ava who is clearly worried she fucked something up without even meaning to.  “Don’t worry about it,” she says, still looking at Ava then turning back to Marcus, “okay?”  Yeah, as if that will help.  Marcus’s entire life is spent worrying about Deborah:  her choices, her image, and her empire.  And Ava is the metaphorical box of very unstable TNT that could blow it all up at any moment.
“Right, okay.  Well, they’re cutting the ribbon in ten so make sure you’re camera ready,” Marcus says, resigned.
“Honey, I’m always camera ready.”  Deborah pats Marcus on the arm and gives him a soft push.  “Now go find your water cop and enjoy yourself, hm?”
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Deborah spends the next hour schmoozing with the higher ups, including the ownership group, entertainment managers who hired her, and the high rollers about to drop disgusting amounts of money at the gambling tables.  Ava keeps catching Deborah’s eye across the casino floor while she’s in the middle of a conversation with someone probably stupidly important, and these secret shared moments are the fuel that keeps Ava behaving and not staking her claim over Deborah outright.  Instead, Ava hangs out with DJ, continuing to sip champagne and cheer for Aidan, who is surprisingly good at the poker table.
At one point, Ava hears Deborah’s distinct cackle and finds her at one of the craps tables.  She’s standing in the middle of the crowd of who’s-who’s surrounding the table and flanked by Marty on one side and Celine on the other.  Well, this should be good:  Deborah gambling with an on again off again ex-lover and her longest standing frenemy who is right at her heels chasing Deborah’s residency record.  Ava makes sure to stand in Deborah’s sight line, just behind one of the dealers, and as Deborah goes to take a sip of the martini that’s just been delivered, she notices Ava there with a knowing smile.  Deborah smiles back wickedly, her expression and body language saying I know, I know, I can’t believe it either.
Deborah beckons her over and Ava takes the opportunity to elbow Marty out of the way, clocking Deborah’s satisfied smile and using the crowded table as an excuse to press close up to Deborah’s side.
“Everyone, Ava.  Ava, everyone,” Deborah calls out, as the dealer hands her a pair of dice.  As if Lebron James was just anyone, but okay.  “You feeling lucky, honey?” Deborah asks, offering Ava the dice.  “Blow on ‘em, then let ‘em fly!”
Ava tries to pretend the woman who wrote one of the best and most iconic love songs of all time is not just feet away and looking at her, instead focusing on the far end of the table and tossing the dice.  Ava’s got no clue what she rolled, or really anything about this game whatsoever, but the entire table bursts into raucous cheering, and these stupidly rich and famous people are suddenly patting her on the back and handing her $100 chips from their stacks.
She feels Deborah’s breath on her ear.  “You just made a lot of people very happy.”
Ava leans closer, turning so Deborah’s lips are close enough to kiss.  “There are only two people here I care about making happy.  You,” Ava says, discreetly squeezing Deborah’s hand hidden between their bodies, “and Celine.”
Deborah cackles.  “Should I leave you two alone, let you work your magic?  Don’t think she hasn’t noticed those extra-terrestrial digits of yours.”
“Nah, I’m a one woman kinda gal.”
Ava ends up going on a win streak and quickly becomes the favorite of the entire table, continuing to roll for another ten minutes and making the rich even richer.  Ava’s stack of tips is at least a few thousand dollars high.  At one point, Deborah gets too hot and takes off her jacket and Ava helps to undo the cufflinks which are these delicate little silver roses.  She tries not to drool as Deborah rolls up and cuffs the sleeves just below her elbows.
“You’re really testing me tonight,” Ava whispers, as the table is momentarily distracted by the arrival of another round of drinks.  “It’s taking every ounce of my self control not to kiss you right now.”
Deborah does this tiny whine in the back of her throat, and Ava feels it go straight to her pussy.
“Bathroom?” Deborah asks, suddenly even more flushed.
“Yeah.  Yeah, definitely,” Ava says, grabbing Deborah’s clutch and dumping all their chips inside, then slinging Deborah’s jacket over the crook of her arm.  To Ava’s shock, Deborah reaches and takes her free hand, pulling her away from the table and apologizing to the disappointed crowd over her shoulder.
Deborah doesn’t let go, their fingers laced together as she leads Ava off the casino floor and towards a bathroom.  Ava gives absolutely zero fucks as she follows Deborah into the largest stall, locking the door behind them.
Though Ava does actually need to pee, Deborah gives her no chance, immediately pressing the full length of her body to Ava’s and pinning her up against the door.  The slit in Ava’s dress is easy access for Deborah’s thigh and Ava grinds down immediately, meeting Deborah’s hungry lips.  They kiss and grope each other for a long minute, Deborah moving her attention from Ava’s lips, across to the angle of her jaw, then down the length of her neck, stopping finally to lick at the exposed plane of Ava’s chest.  “You drive me wild,” Deborah breathes, pressing her lips to each freckle between Ava’s breasts.  “You’re so good.”
And fuck, Ava is so wet.  She reaches for Deborah’s belt, but Deborah stops her, returning to press her lips to Ava’s.  They’re still touching as Deborah says, “We are not having sex in the casino bathroom, sorry, baby.”
“Ugh, fine.  But if you wont let me fuck you in here, then let’s go home because I’ve been at this for hours and I am burning, lady.”  She pulls Deborah’s hand forward, through the slit of the dress and down into her underwear.  “This is what you do to me.  I’m a mess.”  She leans in until her lips are against the shell of Deborah’s ear.  “And I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”
Deborah’s breath catches, her fingers circling against Ava’s clit and Ava thinks she may well come undone just by the blown look of lust in Deborah’s expression.  She ends up pulling away Deborah’s hand before she really does come, and takes each of Deborah’s now wet fingers one by one into her mouth, sucking them clean.
“Fuck,” Deborah curses, her other hand finding the back of Ava’s neck and pulling her into a searing and dirty open-mouthed kiss.  Ava bites Deborah’s lip, hard, then kisses it quickly.  They finally break apart enough for each of them to pee, then spend a few minutes washing up and touching up some smudged lipstick in front of the mirrors.  Ava pulls open the door for Deborah and they find DJ hovering outside, cearly standing guard.  Ava did think it was weird with all the people here tonight that the bathroom would stay empty that long.  DJ is the real MVP.
“What?” DJ says at Deborah’s raised eyebrows.  “Who knows what you were doing in there, you’ve not stopped eye fucking each other all night.”  She looks to Ava who is not even trying to hide her smug smile.  “See?  I was right.  And you’re welcome.”
“Thank you, honey,” Deborah says, sincerely.
“I need a refresh,” DJ says, holding up her empty glass and leading them to the closest bar.  Deborah orders a full bottle of expensive champagne, the cork still in it, and hands Ava two flutes.  She looks very sexy and relaxed, holding the bottle by the neck with one hand and the jacket slung over her shoulder with the other.  Ava follows as Deborah leads her off the main casino floor, past a security guard, and into the theater where Deborah will be performing tomorrow night and many more nights to come.  It’s fully lit, surely so investors could see the final product in person, and Deborah walks right down the aisle and onto the stage.  Ava follows at her side and they come to rest at the center.  Deborah drops her coat and uncorks the bottle with a flourish, pouring them each a glass before setting it down by their feet.  She kicks off her heels and Ava follows suit, relishing in the freedom to move her toes.
“You ready?” Ava asks, holding up her drink and gesturing out to the neat rows of seats that stretch up and out before them.
“I’m going to talk about us,” Deborah says, turning to face Ava.  “In the show tomorrow.  And after, if you’re okay with it.”
“Deborah,” Ava breathes, momentarily stunned.  Though she never expected Deborah to keep them secret forever, she at least expected Deborah to want to establish a rhythm with the new show before making anything public.  She certainly didn’t expect Deborah to come out in front of an audience of the first show of a brand new residency at a brand new casino.  “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Deborah says, reaching her free hand to grab Ava’s.  “I love you, Ava.  And it’s time everyone knows that.  I want them to know how much funnier you make me,” she leans forward and kisses Ava softly, “how much you make me better.”  Another soft press of lips.  “That there’s a happy ending somewhere at the top of the marble staircase.”
This time Ava is the one to lean forward, pressing their lips together.
“I’m really proud of you,” Ava says, finishing her glass.  “I know neither of us saw this coming and it wasn’t easy, but look at us now.”
“Eat your heart out, Celine,” Deborah says, lifting her glass and downing the final sip to the sound of Ava’s laughter.
Deborah leads Ava back to her dressing room and it’s large and impeccable, finished exactly to the design that Deborah and Damien had spent weeks obsessing over, picking every single detail from the pattern of the hardwood floors to the expensive  artwork and the colors of the paint, furniture, and even each accent pillow.
“It’s perfect,” Ava says, falling into the soft gold couch.
Deborah looks around, smiling.  “It is, isn’t it.”
“Now come over here and let’s christen it.”
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Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson; 9/12 chapters; Explicit
Things are progressing for our boys...read chapters 8 & 9 on ao3 now!
A future fic where Steve gets a glimpse at an alternative universe where Barb survived, causing a cascade of changes in their lives that somehow leads to him being practically married to Eddie Munson. By the time he's thrust back into his regular life, he's got some decisions to make about how he wants to live moving forward, especially when Eddie comes crashing back into his world.
“I cannot believe you’re wearing that,” Robin had eyed him skeptically as they both got ready to work through closing. “I’ve only ever seen you in it when we go to clubs, and the very gay ones at that.”
“I have definitely worn this to work before,” Steve argued, once more checking his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his best pair of jeans that he knew for a fact his ass looked great in, along with a black crop top that had Pretty Boy printed across the chest in stark white letters. 
“I’ve literally never witnessed that,” Robin countered. “You know he already likes you, and you don’t have to pull out your slutty outfits to get his attention?”
“But my slutty outfits are so fun,” Steve winked at her. Robin rolled her eyes and left him to perfecting his hair. 
Steve realized that she was right, of course. He probably didn’t need to whip out a crop top to get Eddie’s eyes on him, but he’d already decided that one of the best parts of charming Eddie would be getting to watch him sweat. So that’s exactly what Steve planned to do. 
Eddie didn’t come in until after nine, once again with his hair pulled up and wearing his “normal” clothes. Not that it would make a difference tonight, though. The new customers in the crowd were definitely the types to recognize Eddie on sight, even if he was mildly dressed down. 
No one else in the room mattered once Steve caught the exact moment Eddie spotted him. Will, Mike, and El were set up at a table near the door, so Steve heard their excited chorus of “Eddie!”s before he actually saw the man in question. It gave Steve the split second’s notice he needed to look up just as a sea of people parted between them, just in time to catch the small quirk of Eddie’s lips when his eyes landed on Steve. Then that smile drooped right off his face as he dragged his gaze down Steve’s front and his jaw slackened somewhere around where his shirt ended and bare skin started.
Using every bit of self-control he had to not do a victory lap right then and there, Steve instead shot Eddie a wink and went back to trying to take the next person up’s order. He could still feel Eddie’s stare on him, and, out of the corner of his eye, even caught the little way Eddie shook himself out of his daze before heading up to the bar. 
“And whoever said you weren’t humble?” Eddie said first thing, eyeing Steve’s shirt with a slight flush to his face. Steve opted to give him the benefit of the doubt on that front. It was hot in there.
“Oh this?” Steve asked, looking down at himself. “Funny thing, this is a magic shirt.”
“Let me guess,” Eddie said with a skeptical grunt. “‘Cause it helps you get lucky?”
God I hope so. Steve only thought it, but his smirk probably gave the hope away. 
“Well, maybe—but no,” Steve leaned his elbows on the bar, delighting in the way Eddie’s eyes widened just a fraction, and lowered his voice. “It’s magic because it tells the person reading it what I really think about them.”
Steve was close enough to hear Eddie’s breath hitch, and the sound of it sent a shiver through him. Eddie just stared back at him, almost disbelieving, but there was something else in his eyes that Steve had seen there before. Only now he knew how to recognize it. It was longing.
Then Eddie leaned forward too, until their forearms brushed and he could reach out to pinch the fabric of Steve’s shirt between his fingers. 
“Buy a pretty boy a drink, then?” Eddie hummed, eyes still locked on Steve’s and gleaming. 
Steve felt like he’d started off with the power here, but it was already slipping away from him. He wasn’t sure he minded.
“What’s your poison?” He asked, then wondered if that was entirely too cliche. Eddie didn’t seem think so.
“Whiskey,” Eddie smiled. “I feel like I’m gonna need it.”
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January 3, 2023
A lot has happened. Awful, and well, exciting stuff too. I finished most of my schoolwork back in the 21st of December, and everything from there was such a blur. I honestly don't know how to start studying again but I have no choice.
December 21, I was trying to write my essay for The Husband Stich for the whole day but I didn't know where to start, or how to start, and I wanted to ask guidance from my professor yet I don't even know which questions to ask and I'm constantly in fear of asking the wrong questions. I think my cousin's wedding was on this day as well, Monique's, and I didn't attend because I'm meant to be writing my essay. I ended up showering for way too long, and that was the only remarkable thing I did. (I just checked my Letterboxd diary, and it turns out this turn of events actually happened last December 20 because it was the same day I watched a movie called Die Beautiful. I don't remember anything from December 21 apart from folding some clothes while attending our last Ethics meeting. I also wrapped some gifts and I remember listening to the entirety of Folklore in my room.)
December 22... I remember waking up and taking the time to eat my breakfast, a comforting cup of Sopas (it was a bit bland), and re-watched Little Women. I also wrapped some last-minute gifts and tried writing my essay as well, to no luck of course. Maybe I dozed off in the afternoon as well, I can't remember.
December 23 is probably the start of the pinnacle of my holidays. I had a plan with a friend and I woke up early to supposedly write a few words for my essay but my mom asked me to do the laundry so I only ended up doing that. My dad helped me, so I just hung the clothes while he did the laundry. I was listening to may "casey and izzie" playlist and I wondered whether when they try to make sense of the songs, whether they figured I was gay through the music I was listening to. After hanging the clothes, I dressed up and got ready while listening to this album by Daisy the Great called All You Need is Time. It's a great album to bop to and it fits my mood most of the time. It was my first time actually wearing my hoop earrings outside and at first, I felt weird and shy about them but over time, I felt like they suit me and when that feeling came I felt a little confident. I spent a good amount of time dressing up and I remember choosing over a pair of black socks or blue socks to match my shirt but I ended up using the black ones. The ride to the meeting place was as usual and I just listened to some nice music I found a couple days prior. I got there 3 minutes early, and a barker of the jeepneys in the place asked me three times about where I was going and whether I was getting into a jeepney yet. I repeatedly told him I was waiting for someone and at some point, I had to walk towards the entrance of the mall before I saw my friend. He was seven minutes late. The first thing I told him was that he was late; honestly, I felt a sense of dominance by being early. I hated being late. Anyway, we got into our first jeepney of the meeting and it was too crowded so we didn't sit together, or beside each other. We didn't even talk, and I just closed my eyes for the sake of it. I wasn't really sleeping. When time came for us to reach our destination, I struggled on my way out because my shoes were too big and bulky to fit in the cramped space. We went to the cafe that we always go to, and I jokingly said "What if it was closed" and alas! It was closed. We had to think of a backup plan because we didn't have a backup plan. I went to Google Maps to try and look for somewhere cozy but they were all unfamiliar, so we ended up going somewhere familiar. The ambiance in the new cafe was amazing but the drink tasted like bad liquor, which was such a disappointment because it was twice as expensive as the good drink I was eager to order from the original cafe we used to go to. The conversation was really nice but I think I really have to work on my listening skills. I remember my friend pointing out my tattoo I got on the 20th. It was a crystal ball, and I prepared a whole speech about its meaning if someone asked even though I only ever chose it because it looked cute. I didn't tell the speech to anyone, and my tattoo faded before I got to do that. Our conversation was really interesting: we talked about art for art's sake, fight club, Wednesday, politics, how law school basically corrupts weak people, his cousin, his cousin's cat, my writing, my ethics class and how capitalists make us feel guilty for not doing enough for the environment when the truth is they're the ones who do the most damage, I also managed to talk about realism somehow and how I feel guilty writing this piece called Balintuna because I feel like I'm not the right person to shed light on the matter. What really bothers me though, is our conversation about abortion.
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alumort · 1 year
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my lucky charm is posting fics before an exam. next week i’ll have 4 exams and i can’t post so i have something for the previous week lmao
this was born because i was reminded that lee made neji crossdress in naruto sd because he thought it was cute. naruto sd feeds us nejilee shippers... enjoy
(this is smut, i cant find how to put the proper label in desktop)
  The sun was starting to hide away when Lee returned to the village that day, with a mission successfully completed just like it was usual for him.
  He was anxious, but nothing bad would happen; a simple report to Sakura about what had happened in another land, and he was free to return home. He wanted to arrive quickly, even if his legs ached with every step, to soothe the yearning for home that was rooted deep in his heart.
  Normally, he would spend some time talking with his friend, but that wasn't just another day; it was his third anniversary with Neji, and Lee had finished everything as humanly possible just to return with his husband in time to celebrate.
  Neji had promised him a little surprise for when he came back, refusing to give him any kind of hint. Sakura would understand his rush– she even smiled when Lee told her about the special date, so there would be no problem with that.
  When he arrived at his destination, the taijutsu master realized that all the lights had been turned off, and there was nothing but silence in the house.
  The only sound that he could hear was the cooing of Neji's pigeons, which would soon start falling asleep. It was odd– the brunet usually waited for him before retreating inside for the day.
  Carefully, Lee entered the building, paying attention to everything just in case something strange happened. He could sense that someone else was hiding inside, but his instincts reassured him that nothing bad would happen. 
  In fact, Lee didn't feel any kind of uneasiness as somebody hugged him from behind; a pair of familiar arms were now wrapped around his waist, and soft giggles could be heard, a familiar voice invading his ears.
  "There you are, my love!" the taijutsu master exclaimed, placing his hands on top of his husband as he turned around. "I missed you so much!"
  But before anything else could happen, Lee realized there was something odd about Neji as they exchanged kisses, something that surprised him but wasn't unwelcomed at all.
  He never expected to see his partner wearing a dress again, much less because of his own initiative. Lee vaguely remembered making him wear lots of these back when he was still a Chunin, and Neji had never complained so he kept doing it until the war happened, and the brunet almost–
  It was all in the past now. Neji was safe and sound, smiling in the soft way that was dedicated for him and him only. 
  "Why are you wearing that?" the taijutsu master asked, letting out a soft chuckle at seeing his spouse pouting in response.
  "You used to love dressing me up, and now you don't like seeing me like this?" Neji complained, crossing his arms over his chest. "I remember you said that I looked good in a dress. I thought you'd like it…"
  "I still think that, my love. You look stunning! I just was not expecting this, but I am not against it."
  The brunet's clothes fit him perfectly, with the skirt barely reaching his knees and a ribbon resting on his chest. Lee remembered that light green dress from somewhere– maybe from one of the countless times that they had acted as partners, as a joke that slowly merged with reality with the years.
  Lee felt how his lower body started getting hard, and soon he remembered why he had always made Neji dress up like a woman back when they were still in Gai's team. His husband brightened up at hearing the compliment, combined with the satisfaction of knowing that his plan had worked perfectly.
  "C'mon, let's go," the brunet mumbled, as he began walking towards their room.
  Lee didn't need to hear anything else to follow him, ready to spend the night alongside the person who he loved the most, any and all tiredness forgotten as soon as he sat down on their bed; Neji imitated him, shifting closer in complete silence.
  He started to kiss Lee without rushing, moving his lips in a silent yearning that both of them shared, but both men wanted to just… dedicate some time to each other, kissing slowly while still holding each other's hand.
  Lee gently entwined their fingers, and he could sense the smile that formed on his husband's lips shortly after, who only put some space between each other just to breathe.
  They were mere millimeters apart, a short distance that could be erased with a simple movement, but Lee let his eyes wander and observe without doing much else– he couldn't stop looking at his husband, at his beautiful hair tied at his sides by two identical hairpins with a little flower as a decoration, or how his dress seemed a bit too loose for his body but was still beautiful on him, as his nipples started to poke through the cloth.
  The taijutsu master felt his cheeks warming up as Neji noticed his curious gaze, as he slowly slid his hands behind Lee's back to try and unzip his jumpsuit– that was probably Neji's main enemy nowadays, not counting teaching to the little kids in the academy during the day.
  "I still don't understand how you like wearing these," the brunet complained, to which his partner decided to help him while giggling softly.
  "The jumpsuits are more comfortable than they look like, my dear! They truly hold the power of youth," Lee replied, taking off his clothes little by little, noticing that Neji was going to do the same. Feeling a blush appearing on his face, he coughed. "Ah, Neji– I really like how the dress looks on you. Could you… not take it off?"
  Neji frowned in confusion, until his gaze fell towards the mattress and noticed the bulge in the middle of his husband's legs. He smirked, placing a hand on top of Lee's boxers before carefully massaging him, receiving a surprised gasp as response.
  "I see now. Do you like this, then?" Neji teased, feeling how hard his husband's dick was without putting in much effort. Receiving nothing but a mumble as response, he continued, slowly removing Lee's underwear before continuing with his touches.
  He had an idea. Perhaps he couldn't go to missions as often as before the war, but he knew how to make his chakra useful in that situation; releasing part of it through his fingertips, just enough to not make his partner feel any pain but still enjoy his touches.
  "Neji, I– Ah…"
  That never failed to make Lee melt under his touch. Hearing his husband moan his name was probably the best thing to happen thanks to his plan, standing out between his usual sighs and groans.
  Neji carefully moved his fingers all across Lee's dick, massaging him meanwhile– that ended up in Lee mumbling his name once again, as his body became so warm that it felt like his skin was boiling. He was so sensitive… it was arousing making him stop holding his moans.
  It wouldn't take much to make him cum, but for some reason Lee bit his lower lip and stirred up.
  "Neji, wait," the black haired man said between groans, placing a hand on top of his husband's to make him stop. He  could already feel his own precum covering Neji's fingers, and it only made his heart beat faster.
  "Is something wrong? I thought you were having fun," Neji mumbled, squinting his eyes in hopes that he would be able to find unsaid things that way.
  "I am! But… I want you to feel pleasure too, my love. It would not be fair if I was the only one having fun tonight," Lee exclaimed, with a little smile decorating his face. He gulped at seeing that his husband kept quiet. "I do not want this to stop, but if you go on like this, I will–"
  Neji let go of his dick, looking at Lee with curiosity in his eyes. He was blushing deeply too, his cheeks already deep red.
  "What do you have in mind, then?"
  "I, uh…"
  Silence. There was no reason to be quiet, but the taijutsu master couldn't say anything at all. He looked at the mattress as if it were something interesting, until his husband started to talk.
  "Lee, there's no reason to be embarrassed. We've done this for years," the brunet commented, letting out a soft smile before continuing. "We're married, I even dressed up as a woman today just to celebrate. I promise you I won't judge you."
  He squeezed Neji's hand, finally observing his lavender eyes after the self-made interruption. They were beautiful, filled with love and happiness– Lee felt like kissing all over his face, but he had other plans in mind for the night.
  "Well, you see– I think I like having you on top of me. I do not know how to explain it," he admitted, doing some hand gestures to try and make everything easy to understand. He settled on pointing at the lower part of his body. 
  Acknowledgement appeared on Neji's face, understanding with few words. He got up for a moment, using Lee's chest as support while he took a more comfortable position.
  "Can I take the dress off? It… wasn't made with this in mind," the brunet asked before sitting down on Lee's lap, looking at him in the eyes.
  "Oh! Yes, of course. I forgot it might not be very comfortable," the black haired man said, scratching the back of his neck. 
  His hands were playfully approaching Neji's waist, who said nothing as Lee helped him get his clothes off. He saw the taijutsu master bit his lower lip as he observed his almost naked body, as his fingers trailed the brunet's lower back until he could begin removing his underwear–
  He couldn't do anything half-heartedly, much less when it was a surprise for Lee, who got even more aroused once he managed to get his hands on his clothes; Neji wasn't using boxers.
  "Neji, I– you thought about everything," he mumbled, taking off his husband's panties without even looking at him. 
  "Of course I did. You like this."
  He couldn't deny anything. Lee didn't say much else afterwards, just a pleased sigh as soon as his dick entered Neji, the sudden warmth making his heart race once again.
  Neji wrapped him with his arms, to find balance as he began jumping on him– already aroused as he was, Lee couldn't help it but let out a soft moan, closing his eyes to focus on what he felt.
  About how his husband rode him, groaning on his neck with every slight movement. Lee helped him by thrusting in, careful enough to not hurt Neji, who arched his back as a silent response; in no moment he tried to stop him, so Lee went on, feeling how close he was to coming inside of his partner.
  Before that happened, a warm liquid fell on his stomach, accompanied by Neji mumbling his name and holding him close to his body– it didn't take long for Lee to follow, a spike of pleasure invading his entire being while he groaned with closed eyes.
  For a while, they didn't say anything, clinging to each other as if their life depended on that in complete silence. The taijutsu master carefully placed a kiss on his husband's forehead, who sighed and leaned in to the contact– but the position was too uncomfortable to remain on it for longer, and so he moved.
  Neji could feel how his partner's cum dripped from inside him as he carefully got up from his lap, moving enough to lay by Lee's side without saying anything at all. It would take him a while to recover energy, time spent focusing on the feeling of his husband wrapping him with his arms.
  He moved closer to his partner and rested his head on top of Lee's chest, listening to how his heartbeats slowed down with every passing second. He could fall asleep right there, enjoying his partner's company in silence, but the embrace was broken even though Neji was too tired to avoid that.
  "What's wrong?" was all he could manage to say, eyes barely opened.
  "... I apologize, my dear, but I must get up. My stomach is empty."
  Ah, that made sense. After all, Lee had just returned from one of his longer missions; it was a miracle he was still awake.
  The brunet didn't want to move, even if he could. He was about to pass out because of exhaustion, too comfortable and calm to bother moving away. He could hear his husband's soft giggles at his reaction, while he managed to place him by his side without any kind of problem.
  "I will be back in a moment, my dear," Lee mumbled, placing a soft kiss on Neji's forehead. "Please rest, love. I will not get mad if you fall asleep."
  No matter how much he fought against drowsiness, Neji ended up falling asleep the moment his head hit his pillow once again, getting comfortable under the blankets. He only woke up once his husband returned to his side, but his consciousness didn’t last for long.
  They would have more time to spend with each other the following day.
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stayathomesurveys · 1 year
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158.
Do you remember much from high school? Ehhh, a bit. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Not sure. Can you access the roof of the building you live in? I don’t know. I’ve never tried. There’s a way to, but I’m not sure if just anyone can access it or if you’d need a key. I would assume you’d need a key to get up there. Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Ehh, not terribly so. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? No idea.
What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? The Basement Yard. Yes. Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? Idk, kinda a bit of both.
When was the last time you moved house? December 2020. Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? Yes and yes. Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? It depends on my mood. When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? This morning. I’m not sure if it’s the antibiotics or if my infection is getting worse. Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) Yeah. Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? Yeah. What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? I don’t remember. Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? Hm. What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? I dunno. Do you know anybody who is gay and married? Uhhh, not off of the top of my head. Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Yeah. Have you ever shared a home with a friend? No. What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? Not sure. What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I had leftover bbq from Mookie’s. Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? Yeah, maybe. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Not enough. Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? I’m allergic to certain medications. I found out by taking them and having an allergic reaction. What’s your favourite Thai dish? Pad see ew and pad thai. Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? Not at the moment. I’ll set my alarm tonight for like 5:45 am to get up for work. What are you going to do when this survey is over? No idea. Maybe another survey. Maybe I’ll sulk in bed some more. Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yeah.  What colour is the rug in your living area? No rug. Who is your favourite character on Friends? Rachel. When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? Saturday, to listen to music while I went for a walk. Describe the temperature of the area you’re in right now. 46. Have you ever had teppanyaki? I think. How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? It depends. Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? Yeah. What was the last candy you ate? Dove chocolate. Do you know anyone who is deaf? No.
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suckitsurveys · 1 year
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Do you remember much from high school? I don’t even remember what happened yesterday bro.
Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? An all expenses paid resort on a beach somewhere.
Can you access the roof of the building you live in? No.
Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Yes, a coworker.
If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? I really want to get something dedicated to my nieces. I was thinking of having them draw hearts and getting those.
What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? Office Ladies. I listen pretty regularly. I need to listen to the next episode because they have Billie Eilish as a guest!
Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist, and why do you think this is? I think I am an equal balance of both, depending on the situation.
When was the last time you moved house? In 2017.
Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? A bb gun and yes.
Do you like simple questions or deep questions that make you think? Both are good,, depends on the mood I am in.
How long have you been using Bzoink? I don’t use that site.
When was the last time you threw up? Why were you sick? I don’t remember actually.
Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) Yes.
What brand is your laptop or computer? The computer I am on right now is a Dell. I have two laptops at home and one is Dell and one is Sony.
Would you ever wear a bright orange shirt? Probably not.
What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? Something for work.
Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? My mom. She’ll be gone 10 years this year. I miss her laughter and her stories. I really fucking wish she was here because there’s no way she’d let my brother in law get away with the fucking shit he does to my sister and my nieces.
What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? My favorites were Nyan Cat and Princess Carolyn. Worst was probably when I attempted to dress as Hannah Montana lol.
Do you know anybody who is gay and married? Yes.
What did you last take painkillers for? A headache.
Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? I wish I kept up on rollerblading/skating.
Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Nope.
What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? I don’t know. In a gym at a YMCA?
What did you have for lunch today and who made it? It’s 8 in the morning, but I am going to have pad thai later. It’s a store brand frozen dinner which sounds gross but it’s actually not bad.
Do you believe in anything supernatural like ghosts or ghouls? Ghosties.
How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Not enough.
Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Some UTI medication. I’ve just always been told I was.
What’s your favourite Thai dish? Massaman curry and pad see ew. And good ol’ pad thai.
Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? I have like 400 set between 4am and 5am because I like to torture myself before work.
What are you going to do when this survey is over? A few more probably.
Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yes. We’re married now.
What colour is the rug in your living area? Grey.
Do you call it a couch, sofa, lounge or something else entirely? Couch.
Who is your favourite character on Friends? Chandler and Phoebe.
When was the last time you used a pair of headphones and what for? I have some on right now but I haven’t started listening to anything lol. Describe the temperature of the area you’re in right now. Cold and bullshit January shit.
Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? In person? My husband.
Have you ever had teppanyaki? I don’t think so.
How long does it take you to get ready before you go somewhere? Definitely depends.
Do you find it difficult to get rid of material possessions? I am pretty sentimental.
What sort of games do you like to play? I play a lot of mindless shit on my phone. But I also LOVE board games.
What was the last candy you ate? I had a sea salt and caramel chocolate candy last night.
Have you ever been hit in the face? What’s the story? Not like, maliciously, no. I’ve been hit by sports balls and other shit before.
Do you know anyone who is deaf? I don’t personally, no.
Name one thing on your bucket list. Traveling!
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Want to get high and dance?
Scott MacArthur and Michael McDonald as Big John and Little John in Halloween Kills
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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years
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Free - Emily Prentiss x Daughter!Reader
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Summary: Your mom finds out you are apart of the LGBTQ community from an unsub at your school.
Content warnings: Murder and stabbing (nothing graphic) Hate crimes against the lgbt community. getting outted, coming out, Emily being a great mommy.
Word count: 1.2k
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Emily Prentiss had always been alone from a young age. She was independent and wild when she was younger due to moving around a lot with her mother. Emily’s met y/n dad when she was traveling through England on her last trip with her mom before college. They hit it off well, some would even say they were in love. When Emily got pregnant with y/n her father wanted nothing to do with the baby. She was left to raise y/n on her own while pursuing her career to be an FBI agent.
Years later Emily is a member of the BAU in Virginia with a 16 year old y/n. Y/N had grown up to be what Emily would say was ‘a way better version than of her’ Y/n always stayed out of trouble, kept her grades up, and was a star player on the soccer team.
Y/N was popular and well liked. She didn’t fit into one group she had known everyone. When the news broke that there was someone at the school were stabbing girls who were gay to “teach them a lesson” the school was in chaos. More so y/n, she was on edge for weeks hoping her moms team would hurry and catch whoever was doing this.
The BAU was of course called to the case. Putting Emily on high alert with Y/N even more than before. She was always overprotective due to what she sees on the job.
“Where are you going?” Emily asked as y/n was walking to the door.
“Oh .. I’m going to study with a group of friends at the library” y/n replied nonchalantly.
Emily was working the case dealing with the school so she knew who the unsub was targeting , regardless y/n was still a girl and a target to other people. They thought it would be an open and shut case but the unsub knew how to cover his tracks well enough that the case dragged on
“Ok please be home before dark… and leave your phone ringer on… And make sure you had your pepper spray and the pocket knife your uncle Derek gave you.” She ordered.
Y/n was use to Emily being over protectiveness since she was a young girl. Emily would always keep it together at work with her compartmentalizing in front of the team. She never showed any emotion and just handle each case with ease.
Y/n knew that her mom hid her emotions from the team but when Emily would get home from some cases she would just watch y/n sleep. On rare cases that are really bad Emily would just lay with y/n and hold her while crying.
Y/n and Emily were close they were always there for each other even if y/n never knew about the bad cases in details. She just wanted to be there for her mom the best she could.
“Of course mama I know you tell me every time I’m going somewhere.” Y/n said as she was walking out the door.
Emily was right behind her getting ready to go in for work. The team was getting close to closing the case the they found out the unsub was at y/n school on the boys soccer team.
They begin interrogating the soccer team until they came down to two possible unsubs. Ronnie Purcell, 18, who grew up in a church and had a lot to say about people “going against the Bible”. The team ruled Ronnie out when they found out he was just trying to fit in with the unsub. Eventually Ronnie gave up the boy who was murdering the girls from the school. Maurice Dudley, who was captain of the soccer team and so happen to know everything about everyone.
The BAU concluded that Maurice grew up in a religious household with his sister Mya. His father was a drunk and would feed Mya Maurice false information about how gay people were evil and the cause for what would be the end of the world. So, he started going around targeting people who were apart of the lgbtq community starting with girls.
“Hello Maurice, I’m Agent Morgan and this is my partner Agent Prentiss do you know why you’re here today?” Morgan asked.
Maurice looked up right into Agent Prentiss eyes. “Prentiss like y/n Prentiss?” Maurice had known y/n from the girls team. His sister, Mya, who was best friends with y/n had been on the phone with y/n talking about a crush y/n had on a certain girl in their grade.
Mya had no idea her brother was like this they knew their father was crazy so Mya never believed a word he said about the Bible or gay people.
Emily stared at him with anger building in her chest hearing him say her daughters name. “This isn’t about anyone else this is about the hate crimes you committed. You killed three girls and put another in the hospital.” Emily said in an angry tone.
“Your gay daughter was next. She’s corrupting my sister. Telling her how she likes girls. it’s disgusting and she deserves to be punished like those other things” Maurice said loudly “yeah I did it! So what? I promise I’m gonna get your gay daughter away from my sister!”
Emily was in shock she had no idea about her sexuality. They had always been open with each other. Emily had talked about sex, periods, and life with her allowing her to know she can be as open as she wants.
Emily knew y/n struggled sometimes with who to be and how to fit in. Y/n was the first and only person Emily had told she was bisexual. She couldn’t understand why y/n didn’t want to tell her. She stormed out the room to catch her breath.
After Maurice was arrested with 3 counts of murder and attempted murder. The case was closed and the team was sent home for the day.
Emily wanted to talk to y/n about it but she didn’t want to pressure her. Y/n walked in putting her bag down and kicking her shoes off.
“Hey mom, you’re home early.” She said with a smile as she quickly gave Emily a kiss on the cheek like she has everyday after school since kindergarten.
Y/N quickly picked up on her body language being raised by a profiler she picked up a few things. Y/N grabbed a snack and a drink and sat on the couch with Emily. She was watching Modern family, the households favorite show to watch together. Y/N was all of a sudden nervous from how quiet her mom was.
Emily usually talked about how annoying Morgan was or asking y/n about how her day was but nothing. So, y/n thought she had bad news and couldn’t tell her.
“Did Uncle Spencer die and you don’t know how to tell me?” Y/n asked quietly. Emily was taken aback at this question. “He’s just always getting hurt so I just figured that’s why you are quiet.”
“No” Emily said with a slight giggle “your uncle Spencer is fine along with the rest of the team... we arrested someone from your school today.” Emily told y/n, not knowing she already knew.
“Oh.. Maurice. Mya told me today. She was so sad but she hated everything he was doing but I guess she’s happy with the fact he’s behind bars now.” Y/N told Emily. Emily decided this was her chance.
“He actually mentioned you in his interrogation” this made the hairs on the back of y/n neck stand up. Mya told Y/N how her dad was forcing homophobia on them not that Mya fell for it but her brother did. So, when the girls who were murdered all happened to be gay she knew where this was going.
“What’d he say” y/n said completely terrified trying to hide it from her mom. Y/N knew Emily was her best friend and she would never judge her for who she is.
Emily would support her through it all. Emily always let y/n be free in who she was and never sheltered her. She knew her mom wouldn’t be mad she was just afraid of that she would think.
“I think we both know what he said.” Emily could tell she knew Maurice had outed y/n to her. “I just want to say I don’t care who you are I love you regardless. You are my daughter and nothing will ever change that.” Emily said sweetly.
Tears grew in Y/N eyes and she busted in a loud sob and Emily moved over to bury her in a hug.
“Im so sorry mom, I didn’t know how to tell you. I was going to but we both were busy and I was nervous.” Y/n said through her tears. Emily hugged her tighter allowing her to talk before saying anything else.
“I didn’t want you to see me differently since I like girls” y/n said quietly. Emily grabbed her cheeks looking her in the eye. “You are the same girl you were this morning nothing has changed. You’re the same girl that argues with Derek just to annoy him.” Y/n giggled.
“You’re the same girl that is an amazing soccer player and you’re the same girl I raised. Nothing will ever change that. I love you y/n.” They were both crying at this point.
After a few more tears the mother and daughter duo watched more modern family and eventually went to bed. The next afternoon when Y/n was coming home from school Emily texted her telling her she has a case and would be back. Y/N made a snack and headed to her room for a nap. When she walked into her room it was a pride flag on her bed that was from her mom. Y/N finally knew she was free.
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Author: EJ (@ejlovespie) / Fandom: The Mandalorian
Summary: In an attempt to get away from you and the Mandalorian, Doctor Pershing injects you with a dangerous aphrodisiac. Luckily, Din is there to help you through it.
Pairing: Virgin!Din Djarin x fem!reader
Word Count: 4K
Warnings/Tags: NSFW (18+ only, minors shoo) sex pollen (so initial consent is iffy but they’re definetly both into it) / fingering / dry humping / unprotected p in v sex / Din’s first time / needy reader / fluffy fluff
A/N: I have been so obsessed with Din lately, the idea of this particular sex pollen scenario came to me while half asleep so don’t judge me..lol 🌸
Thank you @the-scandalorian, @that-one-gay-girl, and @deangirl93 for giving this one a read.
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“Drop it!”
Through his helmet’s modulator, the Mandalorian’s voice growled with malice as he aimed his blaster between the eyes of the man who stood over your unconscious body. The man, an insipid scientist named Doctor Pershing, dropped the weapon quickly. Backing away from you, he held his hands up in surrender, eyes searching for an escape. Din’s stomach bottomed out when he looked down to find the weapon the doctor abandoned was an empty syringe.
Moving in closer, blaster still trained on the doctor, Din ran through a dozen plans in his mind. As his brain worked to find a resolution, his heart pounded violently and a mixture of emotions struck him all at once. Fury and concern were the most demanding but protectiveness, pain, failure, regret, and love raged within him as well. Shutting them all out, Din lowered his voice and used his body to convey intimidation and violence. He would kill this man for hurting you but first, he needed answers. He had to know what he was dealing with.
As Din stalked closer to his enemy, he demanded, “What did you give her?”
Panicked, Doctor Pershing stuttered and fumbled over his words as he practically tripped over himself trying to back away. “I-I, oh please, don’t kill me Mando. She attacked me! I-I gave her a mutated strain of a toxin found in a rare flower. She won’t die, well not as long as you stay with her. I-I'll tell you how to help her but you have to let me go!”
A mutated toxin… dozens of poisonous flowers ran through Din’s memory as he crouched down, blaster still trained on Pershing. He slipped one of his leather gloves off to feel for your pulse. It was beating rapidly under your skin, too fast for someone unconscious.
Fury threatened to cloud Din’s vision as he stood back up, slowly, and stepped over you to corner the doctor. Words sharp and eerily calm, he demanded, “Tell me everything I want to know or I will kill you slowly with my blade.”
Shaking, the man nodded and looked between your helpless form and the Mandalorian, towering over him. “O-Okay. Just don’t kill me. The flower toxin was from a Deafortunia, a rare botanic species found only on Sorgan. It’s..well it’s a very powerful aphrodisiac. I-I mutated the genome to create an imprinting effect on the victim.”
Heart rate spiking with panic, Din grew angrier and more impatient with the man’s fumbling explanation. Gritting his teeth, he growled, “EXPLAIN.”
Looking about ready to wet himself the doctor gestured to you as he hurried on, “When she wakes, and it won’t be long now, she will imprint on the first one she sees. Her body will require that person to take her. If she goes..unsatisfied, the toxin will drive her to madness and she could go into shock and die…You have to let me go. There isn’t much time now, she’s stirring. If you leave her to take me, she will find herself in a great deal of pain. If you force me to stay, you run the risk of her imprinting on me. You must let me go so you can take her away somewhere safe and private. If you tend to her yourself..she will survive and be well by tomorrow.”
Din practically vibrated with rage as Pershing explained. He knew now why he attacked her with his poison. If he was telling the truth, he had ensured his safe escape. The only way to keep Y/N safe was to take her back to the Crest, right now. He couldn’t go after the scientist, he was out of time as Y/N began to groan quietly. Making his decision, Din holstered his blaster before crouching down to gently pick you up.
Lifting you into his arms bridal style, he faced the doctor one more time and threatened, “I will find you and if she doesn’t survive, I will kill you.”
As the doctor stood frozen in place with fear, Din turned on his heel and ran. Moments later, as you began to wake in his arms, he turned your face to his chest and picked up speed. He had to get you to his ship.
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You became fully conscious as the Razor Crest’s ground security protocols were initiated. Looking around groggily, you found yourself laying on your makeshift bed, boots and weapons already stripped off. What happened? You were out, hunting a bounty and then..nothing. Bringing a shaky hand to your head, you massage your temple and try to force the memories forward. Where was Mando? Looking over your arms and legs, you searched for bruises, blood, or any sign of injury and found nothing. Moving your hand, you brushed your hair aside and brought it to the back of your neck. You flinched as you rubbed your fingertips over a tender spot there. Probing at the skin, you found no cuts or wounds. No blood. Maybe Mando had already healed a wound with his bacta spray.
Bracing your hands on the bed, you slowly made your way to standing and called out, “Mando?! Are you here?”
You hadn’t taken but a few steps when he silently appeared. He stood across the room, deathly still as you wobbled unsteadily on your feet. Relief flooded your body as you saw him.
“Oh, thank the stars! What happened? Why is the back of my neck sore?”
Stepping toward Mando, you stopped when he took a sudden, jolted step back. His reaction, both odd and out of character for him, made your chest ache with worry. Quietly, you asked, “Mando..What’s the matter?”
You couldn't see the pain in his eyes as he registered the hurt in yours. Couldn't feel how his heart broke watching the slight tremble of your lips. Instead of answering you, Mando asked, “How are you feeling?”
Confused, and growing more uneasy you threw your hands up. “I feel fine..tired and a little dizzy I suppose but fine. Although, the back of my neck is tender. What happened? I don’t remember much of anythi-”
Your words cut off as a sudden shock of pain in your lower stomach had you doubling over. “OH! Dank farrik! What happened to me!?”
A pain, similar to the cramping you endured on your monthly cycle but amplified in intensity, consistently ravaged your body. You fell to your knees, breathless as your muscles and organs convulsed painfully. Mando flew into action as you crumpled to the steel floor, moaning in pain. You looked up into the T of his helmet as he kneeled next to you. Pulling his glove off, he placed two fingers on the pulse point in your neck. The touch was like a lick of fire on your skin. You burned as sweat formed on the small of your back and began to collect at your hairline.
Breathless you cried out, “It burns! Your touch, it-it burns. I-my-it hurts, Mando!”
Behind his helmet, Din’s eyes raked over you with panic as the sudden onslaught of pain had you curling in on yourself and practically screaming. Your beautiful eyes, usually so expressive, had gone glassy. Now, your lips trembled as your teeth chattered and your fists balled up so tightly, blood was forming where your nails dug into the flesh of your palms. Knowing your high tolerance of pain, Din knew you were in agony. He was going to hunt down and kill Pershing for doing this to you. That spineless, no good-
Unable to hold back, you screamed as the pain ramped up in intensity. Fire was consuming you, burning you from within. Fear for your life had Din yanking of his gloves and moving his callused hands to your face.
Heart banging against his rib cage, Din ignored the panic and fear overwhelming him. He couldn't lose you. Wouldn't lose you. Not like this, not when he could help you. Taking a deep breath, Din gently rubbed his thumb along your cheek and soothed, “Breathe, mesh'la, I’m going to help you.”
With tears forming in your eyes, Din had never seen you cry before, he removed his other glove before tentatively placing a hand at the apex of your thighs. Eyes trained on your face for any kind of change or reaction, he began to move his touch in slow circles over you, clenching his teeth as the heat through your clothes sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin. Nothing happened. You didn’t even appear to notice he was there, touching you. Moving his hand back up to the edge of your trousers, Din said a silent prayer as he dipped his hand into your pants. Moving his fingers over and down until he was met with liquid heat and softness. He would have groaned if you weren’t in so much pain. Although inexperienced, he found the small bundle of nerves quickly and rubbed you in slow circles, eyes still trained on your face for any kind of reaction. Din cursed and tried to ignore the fear that was threatening to debilitate him. This wasn't working.
After a moment with no change, Din pulled his hand out from your trousers. His enemy's words came back to him again as his thoughts raced for a solution. The doctor said you would imprint on the first one you saw. He had hoped this would work but now he knew. You would have to see him, his true face. Closing his eyes, Din took only a few seconds to prepare as he released the pneumatic seal of his helmet and pulled off his identity. His beskar helmet dropped with a loud clang against the metal floor. Focusing on you, Din pulled your body into his arms.
Placing a hand on your cheek, he leaned in and turned your blank eyes to look at him. “Y/N, cyar'ika. Look at me, please.”
His voice brought you out of your pain long enough to listen, to focus. As Mando’s eyes met yours for the first time, an overwhelming feeling broke through the haze of pain. All at once, lust, need, and desire turned the fire in your belly into something more feral. Something that felt close to being pleasant if it wasn’t so demanding, so hot. The heat between your legs pulsed as the cloth covering your nipples suddenly became too rough. It was like sandpaper on your skin. A needy moan escaped your lips as you took in Mando’s eyes for the first time. They were the most beautiful shade of caramel brown. A fascinating color that was slowly darkening as his pupils dilated.
Your need for him hit you so suddenly, you gasped as your sex clenched around nothing. You ached to be filled, ached for this warrior of a man who was holding you so protectively to his chest. Staring up into his dark eyes, you whispered, “Mando, I-I want you to touch me, I need you to. Please, oh maker, please.”
You couldn't care about how your plea turned into begging. You had never begged for anything in your life but there was no hiding your weakness now. Swallowing, Din hugged you tighter and moved his hand from your cheek to grip your waist. He wanted to hear you say his name, his real name. If he was going to do this, break his code and give himself to you, it had to be fully. “It’s Din, mesh’la. My real name..is Din DJarin.”
With his final confession, the last part of himself kept secret from you eviscerated, he leaned in and kissed your soft, trembling lips. The kiss was sweet for only a moment before fire consumed you. Gasping at the throbbing need between your legs, your hands reached up to grip the soft brown curls at the nape of Din’s neck. You gasped and his tongue swept over your lips before dipping between your teeth to claim your mouth. Moaning, you couldn’t fight the sudden urge to wrap a leg around Din’s thick, armored thigh. Settling him in between your legs, flush against your heat, you began to move against him, using him to satisfy your lust. Lost in the animalistic need that was consuming you, making you dizzy, you broke your lips away from Din’s to place wet, greedy kisses on his neck. Your nerves felt like they were on fire in the best way as a climax began to form, slowly and steadily. Sweat dripped down your back and beaded on your upper lip as you moved faster and harder against your Mandalorian. Din was transfixed by you, heart racing and mind reeling, he watched your face as pleasure and lust overtook you. He had pictured this in quiet moments, lying alone in the dark but truly witnessing it in the light of day, was more than his imagination could have conjured. You were beautiful. A vision he never thought he would be lucky enough to behold.
“That’s it, mesh’la. Good girl. Take me, use me however you want, I'm yours. From this day on to the rest of my days, I’m yours. Stars, you should see yourself right now. Can I touch you?”
His words, unfiltered and raw without his helmet pushed you closer to bliss. You practically screamed out, “Yes!”
Lowering you down, Din carefully pulled off your tunic, tossing it aside, before unwrapping your chest coverings. At the first sight of your breasts, Din’s mouth went drier than the desert sands of Tatooine. You were perfect. The sight of you bare underneath him made him dizzy. At the first touch of Din’s hands on your breast, you bit your lip and whined, “Oh, Din..You feel so good. Please touch me more.”
Din massaged and kneaded the soft and supple flesh before moving his fingertips over your pert nipples. When your eyes practically rolled back into your head and your thrusting against this thigh became more erratic, he focused his attention there, rubbing his thumb slowly over each one. Curious, he gently pinched one and moaned softly as you began to stutter, “I-yes, oh yes, Din! I’m about to-I-o-oh my stars, don’t stop!”
Eyes flying up to his face, you came apart as Din growled and increased the speed of his touch over your sensitive nipples. The tight band in your core snapped as liquid heat consumed you and bright light momentarily blinded you. Sweat dripping, you ground yourself hard against Din’s beskar clad thigh and rode your pleasure out as he pinched and flicked your nipples. When you began to slow, Din continued for you, rubbing his thigh against you to make sure your pleasure ran its course before stopping. He was aching for you, steely and desperate in his pants. Din longed for you to reach out and touch him, to invite him to touch you or initiate more, but he wouldn't-couldn’t ask for it. Swallowing, he watched your eyes refocus and held his breath, waiting to see what you would do. His heart would break if you backed away, disgusted by him or what you had done together. He nearly cried out in relief when you reached for him.
Voice barely above a whisper, he asked, “What do you want mesh’la? Tell me, Y/N. I’ll do anything for you, my girl.”
“I want all of you, I need to feel you inside me. Take me to bed Din, please. I’ve longed for you, for this, for so long.”
He didn’t need to hear anymore. Sliding back, Din pulled you into his arms and lifted you from your spot on the ship’s cold metal floor. The loud thumping of his boots matched your heartbeats as he brought you to your bed and gently lay you down on the blankets. Kneeling at your feet, he reached for your trousers and paused only long enough for you to nod before stripping you bare. Pulling off what was left of your clothing, he stood and stared down at your blessedly naked form. Maker, you were beautiful. More beautiful than the stars of the galaxy or any planet he had ever seen. Eyes fixed on you, he removed the metal plates of his beskar, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor before unclasping his tattered cape, removing his boots, and unzipping his flight suit.
You stared up at Din as he shed every piece of his armor. You wanted to know what he was thinking as he shared himself with you for the first time. Although his body exuded a poised strength, he stared down at you with so much vulnerable emotion on his face, you wondered if he even knew he was doing it. He would never have needed to hide his facial expressions before while wearing his helmet. You wondered if he knew how his eyes shone or how his jaw clenched tightly. Your eyes raked over him as he undressed. Din’s skin was a lovely, warm shade of tanned brown. You had only seen flashes of it while assisting him in healing wounds that he couldn’t reach. Now, taking him in all at once, your mouth practically watered as your gaze roamed over his taught, broad muscles and the myriad of scars decorating them. He had a warrior’s body, a Mandalorian’s body. Strong, powerful, capable. Your eyes roamed over the dips and ridges of his abdomen before dropping farther down. Slowly, watching you watch him, Din stripped out of the last bit of his clothing. As his underclothes slid down his strong thighs, you trembled in anticipation at the sight of his manhood.
He was large, impressively so, and thick. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of this man, filled with so much power and prowess, standing before you ready to give up everything he knew, everything he vowed to be. You stared at him for a long moment before meeting Din’s eyes. He was waiting for you to react, waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitched as his eyes reflected his thoughts to you. Let me be enough. Don’t turn me away now.
Licking your lips, you whispered, “You’re truly stunning, Din. All that beskar is covering up the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Please, lie down with me..I want to touch you.”
With a relieved breath, Din made his way to you, lowering himself down and lying next to you on your blankets. His hand gripped your waist, the touch setting your nerves on fire again. Placing your hand on his, you brought it up to your nipple as you reached for Din’s hard shaft, resting against the skin of your belly. He inhaled sharply as your hand wrapped around his length. Stroking him, up and down a few times before rubbing your thumb over the tip. He felt incredible in your hand, like the finest velvet wrapped around steel. Din made a guttural sound, deep in his throat and suddenly, you had to have him inside you. Sliding your body underneath his, you guided Din to move himself fully on top of you, loving the way his knees caged you in. He was so big on top of you, excitement and anticipation made your body shake. Looking up into his eyes, you found them filled with a raw emotion as you guided his length to your entrance.
“Have you done this before?”
He shook his head once before gripping himself and entering you slowly, one agonizing inch at a time. Your combined sighs and moans echoed off the Crest’s walls as Din fully sheathed himself inside of you. Pure heaven had him closing his eyes for a moment. He had to collect himself before coming too fast at the first feeling of your body wrapped around him. You breathed in deeply as you adjusted to his large size, trying to accommodate him. Finally, opening his eyes, Din began to move slowly inside of you. It was torture. You needed him closer, needed him deeper. Overwhelmed with emotion and aching for more, you bent a knee and hooked it around Din’s waist. The change in position deepened his slow movements, causing him to drive into you more intensely than anyone had before. Din groaned and picked up speed as you cried out in pleasure. Unable to stay still any longer, you moved with him, grinding yourself against his body, needing to feel everything he had to give you. Arms reaching up, your hands gripped his shoulders before moving over his golden skin to the muscles of his back. Your nails dug into his flesh as you held onto him tightly. You were truly connected, moving and breathing together as one.
“You feel so good, Din. You fit inside me perfectly. It’s never felt like this before. I-oh maker, you’re so deep. Please don’t stop..I want you to fill me up with you.”
Your words were like a hot blade threatening to split Din in two. Fire ran through him and he reached for the bundle of nerves at the juncture where your bodies were connected. Finding it, he began to rub fast, deliberate circles over you. He wouldn’t allow himself a release until you had been satisfied again. He was desperate to feel you cum with him inside of you.
“Yes, Y/N. That’s it mesh’la. My beautiful girl. I will give you everything I have, it’s yours, but not until you come apart for me again.”
With his words and persistent fingers, your orgasm finally came. It slammed into you hard and faster than a hyperspace jump. You didn’t hear Din stutter and curse as you began to pulse and flutter around him, squeezing him tight as he gritted his teeth and continued moving inside of you. Your vision went white and you lost the ability to think as you babbled praises, explotives, and gratitude through the best orgasm you had ever experienced. It seemed to go on forever as silent tears of relief and joy streamed down your face. Din cursed again as he came, unable to hold back any longer, coating your walls with his release.
Consumed he yelled, “Maker!” as bliss overtook him.
Gripping him tight as he slowed, you leaned forward and kissed his lips. The strength slowly left your bodies as you looked up at Din and studied his face up close for the first time. He was so handsome. Moving your hands to his face, you ran your touch along his dark facial hair and then his lips. He had a strong nose and little crow's feet near his eyes. He was looking down at you with so much softness. This man, Din DJarin, was so different from who you had pictured when you first met the Mandalorian. This man gave everything up to help you, to be there for you. His eyes were tender as he turned his head to kiss your palm.
Knowing what he sacrificed and the gravity of that decision, a sudden guilt formed in the pit of your belly, heavy as a rock. “Oh Din, your vow-I, I’m so sorry. I had dreamed about this, about us… but I never would have asked. Never would have made you choose.”
Leaning in to kiss your forehead, Din smiled and hugged you tightly, “No, don’t apologize cyar'ika. You’re worth more to me than any creed or vow. From the moment we met, I knew this was inevitable. You’ve changed me, Y/N. I love you. I always have and I promise you, for as long as I am breathing, and maybe even after that, I will love you. I will protect you till my dying breath. I swear it."
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A/N: As always, likes, comments, and rebloggs are greatly appreciated! This is my very first Mando fic so let me know what you think! Should I write more Din stories???
**Cover and dividers made by me**
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