#snaps is still in his date-wear so maybe they spotted you while out

[skelekins]

Sans x You Week Day 4 - Free Space

he's got TWO thighs

snaps x u x kelek ;o they both think youre cute

snaps belongs to @didderd

[inkchwe]

not a bad thing | 𝖍𝖛𝖈

୨୧ pairing: hansol (vernon) chwe x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 6.6k ୨୧ genre: fluff, smut ୨୧ tags: friends to lovers, light drug use, fingering, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation, penetration, cockwarming. ୨୧ synopsis: Just because you've been friends for so long doesn't mean Vernon isn't keeping some secrets from you, and you're determined to confront him about it.

“Simple but still cute, or spontaneous and fun?�� 

Vernon, sprawled out on his back on your bed, looks up from his phone screen in absolute confusion. He’s wearing a rainbow beanie with his plaid button-up and denim jeans, contrasting your leggings and baggy t-shirt. He always acts unaffected by how good he cleans up when he wants to, but you shake the thought out of your head and wait for his answer. “Come again?” he asks.

You’ve been holding out the red and black cropped, long-sleeve shirts for two minutes for your best friend to see. Maybe he would immediately pick one or take his time deliberating, especially with the cutout in the shirts’ centers meant to reveal hints of cleavage. However, the realization that his attention was stolen long ago by some meme in your friend group’s group chat has you huffing and flinging the shirts at the edge of your bed. 

It isn't the first time you've gotten nervous before a date, and it definitely isn't your first runaround with Vernon being out of touch with both his current and past conversations. Still, you value his advice more than anyone’s. Only you need it in an hour before your date arrives, and he’s being less than helpful. “Pick which one you like, idiot,” you whine.

“They’re literally the same shirt. The only difference is the color,” Vernon retorts. He rolls his eyes and resumes his endless scrolling.

“Exactly! I need to know which color you think I should wear. That way I give off the right impression.”

“And what impression exactly are you trying to give?”

“I don't know! Ready to have a good time but not looking to go too fast. Fuck, if only they had a shirt for that.” You rub your temple, contemplating if going on this date was the right decision.

The day Mingyu offered to set you up with his friend, you had half a mind to shut him down. His insistence on this blind date was too much to say no to, though, and going without any romantic or sexual interests for months seemed to take its toll on your resistance. While Vernon wasn't outwardly against the idea, he decidedly brushed it off with a disinterested hum and didn't mention it once until today.

Once he sees the defeat on your face, he caves, leaving his resting spot to grab you by the shoulders. It’s unsaid, but he practically asks outwardly for you to look him in the eye, so you do. “Listen. This guy is gonna like you no matter what color your shirt is. And you wanna know why?” You shrug, deflated. “Because anyone who can't see how hilarious and gorgeous you are is blind, and we don't hang out with blind people.” Vernon crinkles his eyebrows together and sighs. “You know what I mean. Like, metaphorically blind and shit.” 

You laugh. “Thanks, Han.”

You turn away from him to stare at the two shirts still spread out on the bed. “But back to this. Which color do you like more?”

After waiting a few seconds for his answer, you look over your shoulder. He’s miles away, lost in his thoughts again. The look in his eyes and etches of his face are traced with puzzlement, and when you call his name to get his attention and snap him out of it, it’s still there. No matter how hard he tries to hide it with a tight-lipped smile. “Black. Simple but still cute,” he says, his voice soft as he uses your words from earlier, proving he was still listening. 

Satisfied, you grab the top and turn, ready to make a beeline for the bathroom to get dressed. You stop short when you almost bump into Vernon on your way. It's only then you realize how close the two of you are. Less than a foot apart, to be exact. “I gotta get dressed, weirdo.” You try to sound humorous, but the breath accompanying your words sounds bated and unexpectedly airy.

In that second, all while you trace the outline of Vernon’s lips with your eyes, you wonder if maybe it would be so bad to skip the date altogether and do something else. Anything else. As long as you didn’t have to leave the house or Vernon.

“Right,” he whispers, but has no intention to walk closer to the bedroom door. Slowly, his eyes go a fraction wider than they normally do.

Like a silent cue, he steps away and fumbles over his words. “Okay well, good luck and—Sorry, I just—I’ll see you at Seuncheol’s after. You can tell us how it went. That is if you want to!” He stutters, right as he hits the back of his head against the door.

“Hansol! Are you okay—“

“Yeah! I’m fine!” He takes his beanie off to rub the sore spot. “Don’t worry about me. You don’t wanna be late. I’ll see you later!” He races out of the apartment, mumbling and clutching his head. 

While you curl your hair and put on your favorite pair of jeans for your date, your mind goes back to the look in Vernon’s eyes and the thoughts that raced in your head before he took off. And you speculate about what those two things mean, and if they mean anything at all.

“He didn’t even kiss you? What a dumbass.” Vernon mumbles, grabbing his mocha latte. He takes a vigorous sip, humming at the warmth it brings.

“I know. Now pass me a Splenda packet, please?” You pout. Well-adjusted adults would normally be at home and in bed at ten in the evening. But for you and Vernon, you decide on hanging out in your favorite late-night coffee shop for pastries and cold brew. It was better than sitting around at Seungcheol’s, the usual festivities of weed and alcohol not hitting the same way. You both settled on an alternative to fill your time instead.

“How did it go exactly,” Vernon asks, his voice garbled from the cheese danish he stuffed into his mouth.

“Well, I made it to the restaurant and he was there already, which was nice. But as soon as we started talking about ourselves, he was so flat.”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrow furrow, clearly confused.

“He was just very one-dimensional.”

“How so?”

“I mean, he was either talking about accounting, his accountant friends, or his work projects. Maybe it was better that he didn't kiss me. It might have been as boring as his capacity for communication.” You both share a laugh.

“So, I guess this means you don’t want a boring guy who presses his suits and plays golf on the weekends,” Vernon teases with a grin. You shove him playfully in the arm.

“That’s not the point! I mean, yeah, I don’t mind if a guy is serious, but I want someone who makes me laugh too. Who I don’t have to worry about liking my jokes but also sets a table or buys me flowers once and awhile.” You sigh.

While on your diatribe, Vernon grabbed your vanilla bean frappuccino. In a second, he has your straw in his mouth for a long sip. He smiles when he passes your drink back to you, unapologetic. “Someone who steals your drink for himself?”

You throw a napkin at him in retaliation. “I hate you!”

“Everything okay here, miss?” The barista asks, his name-tag shining against the dim lamps surrounding the cafe.

“We’re all good—Joshua—thank you.” You give him your best smile, to which he flashes his own at you. His teeth sparkle as much as his name-tag does, you think to yourself.

“Just Josh, please. The only one who uses my full name is my mother.”

You two exchange a chuckle, and you notice Vernon is not laughing or smiling at all. His eyes are mere slits, you can barely see the brown in his irises. His mouth follows in the same fashion, but downturned at the corners if anyone was paying close attention.

Joshua hands you a packet of chocolate-covered almonds, and he blushes. “They go really great with the frappes.”

“Oh thank you, but I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house. As long as you keep coming back.” Joshua turns to walk back to the coffee bar, suddenly tense as he leaves you and Vernon at your table.

Looking back to your best friend, you can see why. The original expression on his face has changed to pure anger. Vernon looks like he wants to blip the poor barista out of existence, and his long, hard stare in the guy’s direction might just make his wish come true.

“What’s wrong with you dude?” you ask Vernon directly.

When he turns to look at you, the stone in his expression softens a touch. “That guy seems like a creep.”

“He was just being nice!”

“He gave you a pack of nuts. Who does that?” He scoffs outwardly, and you can’t help but laugh. “What? You know I’m right.”

“Next time a cute guy gives me a snack, I’ll make sure you vet him first.” You wink at Vernon, but he remains hard-pressed. “Come on, don’t be jealous!”

“Of coffee boy? Please.” Vernon shrugs off your comment and crosses his arms. Something unreadable passes over his face for a brief moment. You would ask him about it, but you know the man is anything but overly emotional or easily vulnerable.

You try anyway. “Han, what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and gets up to throw away his coffee, half unfinished. “Nothing, I’m fine,” he lies, looking away from you with a cold lilt to his tone. “Let’s get out of here.”

The sound of Vernon’s voicemail causes you to grunt in frustration, the beginning of the message you practically know by heart now. After the stint in the coffee-shop, Vernon walked you home without a word and hasn’t interacted with you since then. After being left on read for the past three days, you are all kinds of antsy. Normally, he would text or call instantly with a reason, but it’s been nothing but silence on his end. Your black phone screen makes you rub your temples. What did you do wrong?

“At this point we should send a carrier pigeon,” Lisa says with a shake of her head. 

“She’s got it bad, babe,” Hoshi comments with a wink in your direction. He kisses Lisa on the cheek on his way to their kitchen. 

When things went wrong, it was second nature to confide in Lisa and Hoshi. Two childhood friends turned dance prodigies and then inseparable lovers? They sounded like the plot of a bestselling romance novel. And admittedly, you wish you could find what they had. Why did you have to encounter so many red flags and road blocks?

“I mean, we all know you’ve been down for him for…three years now?”

“Shut up, Soon!” You exclaim, blushing. “I just don’t know why he’s gone AWOL on me.”

“Maybe he’s in a mood. You know him,” Lisa responds.

“Not like this. This is the longest we’ve ever gone without even sending an emoji to each other,” you say with a frown. You scroll through your conversation, the endless blue bubbles making your stomach sink further.

“He’s gonna be at Wooz’s tomorrow night for that party,” Hoshi says with the slam of the fridge door. You nod your head, already aware. Hoshi smirks. “Corner him there.”

Vernon was closer friends than you were with Woozi, someone you knew in passing because of his relationship with your best friend. But you had been to the guy’s apartment many times before. It wouldn’t be weird to attend, sans Vernon. Right?

“Fuck it,” you think out loud. “Lisa, can I borrow an outfit?”

The party is in full swing by the time you arrive. Chan answers the door with a grin, patting you on the shoulder when you step through the threshold. Woozi and Seungcheol are karaoke battling in Woozi’s living room while the rest of the partygoers are either drinking beer or in circles puffing and passing.

You decline when Minghao tries to hand you his half of a joint, a dopey grin plastered on his face. You want to be sober when you confront your best friend for leaving you in the dark for half of the week, even if you know it’ll take the edge off of your nerves.

When you find Vernon, he’s grabbing a hard lemonade from the spare cooler on top of Woozi’s counter. His eyes, the usual white around his irises pink from the party favors, go wide when he sees you. “Fuck me,” he says out loud.

“Yeah, fuck you is right,” you bite back. “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

His mouth is agape, giving no attempt to provide an answer. no answer. You get angrier the longer the seconds go by without one.

“Okay, how about an easier question: Why couldn’t you respond with a thumbs up or something when I asked if you were still alive?”

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, another curse leaving his lips.

“Fine. Keep being weird about whatever the fuck is wrong. I wanted to try and make sure my best friend was okay, but he can’t even give me a solid explanation as to why he’s being a dickhead.”

Vernon takes your hand and walks quickly with you in tow. The people you pass move out of his way before they get body-slammed, some of them confused while others are too drunk or high to care. 

When you make it to a bathroom off of the hallway, Vernon closes the door behind you and locks it. He takes a second before turning to you with a solemn expression. 

“We can’t be friends anymore.” The words that leave his mouth break your heart to pieces and steal any semblance of air from your lungs. You didn’t expect to come into tonight and lose a friend, especially when you were unsure of what you did to cause Vernon to feel that way.

Your eyes begin to water with tears, but you don’t let them run over. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I’m saying I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” Your voice grows thin. You’re confused how every word from his mouth sounds more sure than the one before while you’re falling apart.

But, even though he keeps up a composed posture, you can tell something inside of him is cracking. His bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his hands are fidgeting, two signs something is bugging him beyond his will.

“Please just tell me what I did wrong and I can fix it. I can’t help make this better if you don’t tell me what—”

In a second, Vernon has your back pinned against the bathroom counter. His lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, giving your quick gasp no time to leave your mouth. He swipes his teeth over your bottom lip while his hands roam from your waist to the expanse of your hips. Soon enough, his tongue is inside of your mouth. He holds your neck with one hand while the other sits on the back of your thigh, hitching it up to press your leg against his side. 

He feels the warm skin of your thigh in his palm and the center of your legs against him, making him groan. His touches and the sounds leaving him make you moan in kind into his mouth, and he swallows it blissfully.

When you separate for breath, you look deep into his eyes. Vernon’s expression brims with naked emotions, ones undecorated and unprepared, ones he cannot hide anymore. “If that’s the only time I got to do that when I’ve wanted to for so long, I had to make it count.” His confession should feel like a shock, something you were not ready for and quick to play off as an after effect of the joints he’s been smoking for the past couple hours, but it doesn't.

Instead, you accept it, with open arms and without a first or second thought to the contrary.

You soak in his words willingly, knowing for certain your heart wasn’t just wishing for someone. It was always wishing, comparing, waiting…for him. And now you have him, in this bathroom, terrified you feel anything less than what he feels for you.

Before he can step back, you take his hands in yours to prevent him from taking them off of your body. How could he think you could stop now? “Han, I need you to touch me more,” you whisper.

Vernon drops to his knees and rubs his hands up and down your thighs, his eyes requesting permission to hike up your skirt. Instantly, you nod.

He raises the denim up over your hips, meeting the cotton of your underwear with his mouth. As soon as his lips are on you, the cloth barely separating him from your clit, most of your coherent thoughts become lost to the wind.

Once he takes his fingers and moves your underwear to the side, you know you’re about to lose the breath in your lungs as well. His tongue licks a long stripe up your pussy, taking in the length of you with ease to maximize your pleasure. Your body quakes from how good he is at running his lips and mouth across you. You take in heavy breaths to try and steady yourself, but it’s no use.

Your best friend is eating you out too well and you have no idea how to function properly. You clutch his head with your hand and move your hips in time with the patterns of his mouth. The throes of your orgasm are so close, and it may just break you.

Vernon prods a finger at your walls, and you feel your body shake harder. “Han, I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop.” He hums against you and takes that as the green light to insert the digit completely.

A couple of strokes to the inside of your gummy walls and his tongue lapping at your clit makes you fall apart, whimpering quietly as to not have the people right outside the door hearing you climax.

Coming down, you sigh in pleasure. The sound morphs into breathless laughter. “I love you,” you finally say with a frail tone, but those three words have never been more true than right now.

The smile on Vernon’s lips revealing his gums and teeth is almost too radiant to stare at. It reminds you of butterflies, especially the ones that still flutter in the small spaces of your chest when he looks at you so reverently. Gently, he takes your cheek in his hand and says, “I love you too, pretty girl.”

You don’t leave the bathroom for another five minutes, spending that time in awe of what’s transpired and soaking in the feelings and love you’ve expressed to each other, all while you feel the bass of a Childish Gambino song beat against the bathroom walls.

The shuffle into your apartment is so quick you don’t hear Vernon close the door and lock it behind you. Even though you spent enough time pressed against each other in Woozi’s bathroom, the sticky and sweet feelings coming back to you in flashes, Vernon did not let go of your hand the entire walk home from the party. “It was so cold outside, I’m sure my nose is red.” Looking in the hallway mirror, you frown. “Yeah. I look like a reindeer.” You pout, falling into a fit of laughter. 

Vernon chuckles, releasing his hand from yours to place on your cheek, his fingers oddly warm. He kisses the tip of your nose lovingly. “You’re a cute reindeer, if that helps,” He says. Stepping away from you, he takes off his jacket and places it on the coat-rack. “A few minutes with the heater on and it’ll feel like summer in here.”

“Don’t make me sweat, weirdo.”

“I kind of already did, but noted.” Vernon smirks, and right after the next giggle leaves your mouth, you stop to watch him.

Despite knowing how he tasted and how the timbre of his laughter felt against your neck, you knew those things didn’t compare to the candid moments that made you love him. He didn’t take notice of the squinted shape of his eyes reading his phone screen, or even the press of his hand against your back to make you feel safe. But you did, every instance more clear than they’ve ever been before. They were so minuscule on their own, but when they were all stacked together in every year and tear and smile, it was a wonder how you didn’t know you fell in love with him so long ago. 

You don’t have to tell him you feel that way, though. He can see it in the stillness of your eyes, in the small and tender smile painting your mouth, in the red tint of your cheeks. He has felt the same too many times to count. You claimed his heart for all the reasons he claimed yours. Of course, it took you both almost half a decade to realize it.

He steps closer, a breath separating your bodies. Taking your hand in his, he kisses each finger before pressing his lips to the knuckles. You grin wider and rest your head on his chest. It’s a tiny marvel to feel the steady thrum of his heart against your ear, all the times being strictly platonic. Its tempo is a soft rhythm that has sent you to sleep on multiple occasions during sleepovers and movie marathons. Now, it’s as if the rhythm sounds different, beating with an entirely different meaning. You suddenly feel shy with him this close, the silent actions speaking for themselves.

“Are you tired,” he asks, lips brushing the curve of your scalp.

You shake your head. “No. I’ve never felt more awake.” You look up at him, a realization at the forefront of your mind. While you may have been together all night, and your mutual confession in Woozi’s bathroom was barely two hours ago, it feels like a world away since you last touched him. Intent, charged with what needs to be spoken and doesn’t, too vivid to go unnoticed.

Like the blunt release of a bowstring, it’s a sudden rush of lips gravitating to each other. The sensation is a mix of headiness and affection. In you, it’s the pull of your hands on the brown waves of Vernon’s hair and smiles slipping in between his kisses. For him, it’s the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip to let him in, let him guide, and the reverence of kisses across your throat saying the words he knows are on your mind because they’re on his too. I love you and I want you and I need you and I don’t know how I’ll ever stop.

You make contact with the heat of Vernon’s skin when his sweater rides up, revealing the dips of his hip bones above the waistline of his pants. You spread your hands up and underneath the material to feel more of him, the warmth you desire, and the home that resides there. In his own desperate fingers, you realize he’s also exploring the places in you where he finds comfort and love.

The two of you stumble into the bedroom, caring almost as little as you did entering the apartment. You’re both so focused on each other the rest of your surroundings seem to be background noise, but Vernon does nod when you mention birth control. The back of your legs knock into the mattress, but you don’t mind with his lips at your neck, kissing and occasionally biting. He detaches his lips from your skin to tug abruptly on the hem of your skirt, wanting it gone. He rests his hands there, the request for permission clear. Once he takes it off, you raise your arms to let him remove your top as well. Once you’re clad in your undergarments, you help him with taking off his sweater in a haste, reaching for him again when the fabric finally falls to the floor. The renewed closeness seems to snap you both from your trance.

Your gaze reaches up to his eyes, and his are filled with patience and adoration. “We don’t have to rush, you know,” Vernon murmurs. He could easily let the time speed past him like he did earlier, certain there will be more moments like this to cherish at a slower pace. However, he can't deny he wants you as close as possible, determined to not let his words or actions go unsaid anymore.

You nod, running one hand against his chest while the other curls around the back of his neck. You place featherlight kisses to the column of his jaw as he unclips your bra. Each clip feels tentatively released, as though he’s slowing the two of you down like he wants to remember every moment. Maybe he feels this will only last until the morning, but little does he know that there's no way anyone or anything could be worth giving him up, not as a friend and definitely not as a lover.

He finally unbuckles his belt with determination and lets the metal clank on the wood floor. The only clothing left between you is your underwear, still damp from your previous activities, and his boxers. Immediately, you wrap your arms around each other when the busy work is finished, a clash of teeth and tongue following. A muddled moan escapes your mouth and reverberates against his throat when his groin brushes yours and his hands find your breasts. He rolls one nipple between his index and thumb while he squeezes your other breast with his opposite hand, teasing your skin with the pads of his fingers. The skin puckers and swells at his ministrations, the sensitivity between your legs growing again, wetness pooling there and leaving you aching.

The mattress dips underneath your weight when you fall onto it. You grip Vernon by the waist, but he only takes your hands away from his body and intertwines his fingers with yours. He’s all gravity, his seriousness palpable. The faintness of a smirk sits on his lips, but he shows no intentions of smiling. His boxers seem to grow tighter against him, but you don’t look away from his eyes. “Come here, Han. Please,” you whisper, spreading your legs wider, in hopes he can see how deep the ache he’s placed in every part of you goes. Vernon kisses each one of your palms before releasing them.

“Show me first. Show me how much you want me.” You bite your lip and use your hands to lower the cotton fabric of your underwear until it comes off. Your right hand trails up your body and lands on one of your breasts, squeezing and testing. No matter how you touch yourself, it doesn’t make up for the feeling of Vernon’s hands on your chest. His breath hitches when you press your opposite hand to your clit, a garbled moan unraveling on your tongue.

You tease yourself in small circles, enjoying the expanse of wetness you feel, and press your thumb to your clit again to make your hips roll. It feels like it should, a nice reprieve from the short time you’ve spent without any physical contact. But the lust-blown color in Vernon’s eyes, turning the brown irises that you love almost black, is what makes raspy sounds of pleasure leave your mouth. You want his hands instead of yours, as well as his mouth and his body on you, but his stare is enough to keep you going for him.

To amplify your torture even more, Vernon tugs at the waistband of his boxers until they fall at his feet, his cock fully erect. With the bottom of your lip stuck between your teeth, you run a finger up and down your slit at the thought of him on top of you, underneath you, and more. You release a whimper when he runs a hand up and down his cock, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum already. You remain there together, sharing heady gazes and touching yourselves with slow and painfully gratifying motions, suspending all of the tension of the night into the air until one of you drops it. A loud, broken groan escapes him in response to the contact of his hand against himself and your body begging to be touched. If only he would let go and touch me, you think to yourself as you feel a satisfying clench in your belly.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he says, the last words catching in his throat.

You stop to sit up and grasp the head of his cock, running your hand up and down the girth to replace his. It causes Vernon’s body to shiver exquisitely, and you revel in the way your touch affects him almost half as much as his affects you. You whisper, “You don’t have to wait.”

Those words prompt him into action, pressing his free hand to your cheek and diving for your lips. The two of you fall flat onto the bed, and when his tongue enters your mouth once again, you can’t hold back. You grind your body against his, feeling the press of his erection at your center. “Please, I want you to fuck me so bad.” In the midst of your arduous haze, Vernon’s mouth turns into a wide smile, one you forgot you could miss so much.

You laugh at the beautiful twinkle in his eyes, lust laced into the sound. “What?”

“Aside from you telling me you love me, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words”—he brushes an index finger along your lips—“come out of your pretty mouth.” You bite on the tip of his finger, and he pulls it away with a smirk. He replaces it with his lips, using his hand to align and direct the head of his cock to your entrance.

He has no desire to rush, though, a slow, languorous push of his hips to press his cock inside of you following a soft kiss to your temple. But with a sudden jolt of his next thrust that makes you yelp in pleasure, you can tell that desire is starting to wane. “Sorry,” he says, “fuck, you just feel—“

“I know,” you agree. He’s so patient and loving, but the way he fills you and drives in and out, you want nothing more than for him to grips your hips and make a mess of you. After trailing a string of kisses from his cheek to his neck as he continues trying to restrain himself with drawn-out thrusts, you say, “I don’t want you to go slow. We have time for that later.”

“I just—Are you sure?” His eyes reveal all of the yearning he has felt and the doubts that still linger in his mind, the exposure of his feelings almost too much for you to bear. You kiss his lips once again, hoping all of your reciprocated emotions pour out of you and into his reservations to drown them out.

“After tonight, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Vernon nods and places his hands on your hips, the pressure exemplary. You wrap yours around the nape of his neck.

With a sharp and hard thrust, you moan into his mouth, loving how he pushes himself into you to the hilt. He continues his pace without slowing, loving the smack of his and your hips against each others’ and the way his body connects to yours.

“Fuck,” you whisper in unison, dragging your nails up his biceps and shoulders as he grips your hips harder. You may find bruised skin tomorrow morning, but at the moment, you love how tight his hold is on you. You wrap your legs around his lower back so he can angle his thrusts, and it feels like drowning and burning in the same breath.

From the chest to the hips, there’s an array of points where your bodies meet. With an overwhelming feeling of fullness pervading your body, you’re certain now there was never a time for anyone else to claim your heart when he had claimed it for his own long ago. You close your eyes to enjoy the thoughts bursting at the forefront of your brain alongside the build of your release, but the press of Vernon’s hand against your chin makes you snap your eyes open.

He pushes in deep, filling you to the brim once again, hitting the sweetest spot within you that has you digging the heels of your feet into his skin. You keep your eyes locked with his, but the way he presses down against your body and the new feeling of his hand against your neck makes it difficult to keep your focus on anything besides the profusion of sensations he’s giving you. You pull him in for a deep kiss, all while you push your hips back against his. This time, you capture a groan from his mouth with your lips. The hand against your neck shakes as his hips stutter, the established pace falling off.

In the midst of his lips being attached to yours, You notice the tinge of a whine accompanying his groans and how labored his breathing becomes. You press your fingers to your clit, rubbing circles into your flesh to follow him to his release with your own.

At this point, you cannot tell which sensation feels the best: Vernon’s tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth, his cock sinking into you, his hand pressing lightly against your windpipe, or the drum of your fingers along your center. Regardless, you love the filth and sweetness of each one, and how you’re sharing the same sensations with the man you love. It’s all you could ask for. You cry out when you finally orgasm. Clenching around him, you hold on to every second of the white hot bliss that coats every space of your skin.

Vernon lets out a long string of moans when he releases, filling you up and spilling inside of you. His thrusts come to a halt, pushing his hips one last time to milk what's left of his climax. Breathing fast, you press your forehead to his. Your heartbeats are drums, beating hard and clashing against each others’ tempos. With time pressed against each other, your bodies sticky and his cock still inside of you, they slowly find their way to a soft beat that compliment each other. Vernon huffs out a breath into the space of your neck, and you kiss his temple before he can raise his head and look into your eyes.

“I love you,” he says, panting, his face lit up in the dark. It’s as though he’s found rapture in the solace of your bed and in your arms, and you would not fight him on the sentiment because your smile mimics it tenfold.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him long and sweet, the damn taste of his mouth a new and unending craving.

He pulls out of you to grab some tissues from the bathroom, but not leaving without pecking your nose, which makes you giggle more than it should. He comes back to bed and wraps himself around you, and you breathe in his scent as he rubs soothing circles into your back. Despite that, you still yearn for more of his body against yours, too touch-starved to go back. “Han?”

“Hmm?” He asks, raising his head from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes.

“Could you…I don’t know,” you fumble, unsure of how to get your point across. In trying to find the right words, Vernon seems to understand as a small, boyish grin spreads onto his face. You two discussed your kinks lots of times, sometimes for the fun of it, and Vernon knew some of yours were based solely on your desire for connection and intimacy. And how could he say no to you now when all you wanted was to be close to him?

Wrapping a hand around his cock, he hisses from the lingering traces of sensitivity. He strokes himself a few times before he grows hard again and sinks himself inside of you. While he shudders from feeling you take him so well, he doesn’t roll his hips and you don’t rock back against him. You only press your bodies closer together, love and fullness coaxing you to sleep in tandem with the sound of Vernon’s heartbeat.

The sun bleeds through your curtains, and normally you would trudge to the window to close them shut and fall back asleep peacefully. This time, though, you don’t mind it when you see the rise and fall of Vernon’s naked chest in the sunlight, all while feeling his arms wrapped around you. You know you could watch him sleep all day, the gape of his mouth so kissable and the warmth of his skin calling to be savored. However, those thoughts come to a halt when the sudden desire to grab something to drink hits you. Hating to leave him, you press a soft kiss to Vernon’s temple.

You take an old button-up of his from your closet and tiptoe to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You know your bed is a room away, but you gulp down the drink to make it there faster. Of course, when you walk back into your room, you see an awake Vernon with a hand propped behind his head. His eyes are droopy, but a sugary smile sits on his lips nonetheless, taking in your article of clothing. “Is that my shirt?”

You grin, a blush creeping on your face. “You left it here, so that makes it mine.” On some level, you had worried this morning would be awkward no matter how many times you had said you loved each other the night before. Still, the ease of falling into your shared banter and routine comforts you. 

“Point taken. You look cuter than I do in it, anyway.” 

Vernon pats the empty spot next to him you were previously occupying, and you have no qualms crawling back into it and into his arms. “Does that mean I can wear all of your shirts when I want? I mean, since I look so cute in them,” you joke, kissing several spots on his jawline.

His hand creeps up to your shoulder, and thanks to the lack of buttons fastened together, he slides the fabric down until one of your breasts peaks out. “As long as I’m the only one who sees you out of them.”

“I think we established that last night.“ You giggle into his neck. “But, to reiterate, yes. You’re the only one I’ll share all of my terrible jokes with, take with me to Taco Tuesdays, and get undressed for.”

Vernon smirks. “That’s what we do anyway, minus the last part.”

“Well, call it an added bonus then, since we’re in love and all.”

The laugh that leaves his lips stops your heart, and you wonder if it’s possible to pack away a sound in your mind for every good and bad day, just to recall this moment. “Deal.”

With that, he places a kiss on your lips as the sun continues gleaming through your window.

You spend the rest of the early morning that way, wrapped up in each other and not bothering to dress. After another post-morning sex nap, you two spend the rest of the day cuddled up on your couch with Chinese takeout, reminiscing about the past, but ready to find out where the future takes you both. Lucky for you, with the way Vernon looks into your eyes, loses his train of thought every time you kiss him, and finds it again when you smile, the future has the potential to be pretty beautiful.

[craziechwiv]

Jaune and Pyrrha are on a date at a fastfood joint, enjoying their evening in peace. Jaune was wearing a T-Shirt with a tuxedo design on it while Pyrrha borrowed his hoodie, to hide her appearance. It was all going well, just the two of them laughing and talking.

Jaune: Y'know, I'm kinda bummed out Ren and Nora couldn't come for a double date.

Pyrrha: Yeah, it is a tragic. But there's always next time!

Jaune: Yeah, but still. Who'd sign them up for a mission this close to night? Do we even get those or is this something new?

Pyrrha: Maybe something new, we have to be trained for anything correct?

Jaune: I guess so.

Meanwhile as they talked more, a group of photographers were hidden in bushes across the street, snapping pictures of the two.

Photographer #1: This'll be the scoop of the century!

Photographer #2: Mhm, 'Champion Invincible Girl has one weakness, and it's love!' Oh we are so gonna be rolling in dough for this one, right Terry?

The third photographer was knocked out, with a bruise on the back of his neck.

Photographer #2: Terry?!

Behind the small trio of photographers, up on a edge were a pair in camo clothing.

Nora, seeing through some binoculars: I think they're catching onto us...

Ren, aiming down one of his guns at the second Photographer: Mhm. I'll get the others then.

Ren then takes another shot, hearing a gasp and then a this as the first photographer begins to scream.

Nora: Y'know, as much as it would've been nice to eat dinner as a team for a double date night, this is more up my alley.

Ren: Hence why I agreed. You always were one to need a bit of spark for our dates anyways.

Nora: Aww, thanks Renny! Oh, we got a runner.

Ren: Roger.

Back to Jaune and Pyrrha who were laughing about their other friends.

Jaune: And then Yang walked in on Sun and Neptune right? And they both-

Photographer #1: AHHHH!

Jaune: What the-

As the Photographer ran out of his hiding spot, he is then shot in the back of his head, Knocking him out instantly as he fell into the pavement. Jaune instantly goes up to check up on the man before Pyrrha stops him.

Jaune: Pyrrha...who is that man?

Pyrrha: Uhm...a nuisance?

Jaune then looks towards the man again, who was holding a camera in his hands. Then he looked to where the man was hiding and notices something orange looking out from the shrubs further away. He just smirked and looked at Pyrrha with a smile.

Jaune: I see...well let's just ignore the 'nuisance' and go back to our date, shall we?

Pyrrha's mind: Oh gods he knows...

Jaune: And tell Nora and Ren to join us, for Pete sakes.

Pyrrha: Right, I'm sorry!

[derangedanomaly]

Bad Sans with a Tall Thick S/O I mean tall to the point they are at boob level (idk if this'll apply to horror but she can be at his chest level but she's still tall af)

Sounds like a dream to me- WOAH!!! WHO SAID THAT??!

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES X READER

THEM BEING AT YOUR BOOB LEVEL

WARNING: Established relationship, suggestive?, Not proofread!

NIGHTMARE:

It isn't the first time he finds himself in this kind of predicament.. and it certainly isn't the last one either.

You can't help but stare down at him in slight concern, yes, that is the Nightmare you're concerned about, but still- he was acting very uncharacteristic. He was just staring at your chest area, almost frozen in spot... "Night? Dear..?" He didn't respond to your voice immediately, gaze still glue to your chest. "Are you feeling ok?" His gaze finally snapped to your face instead, as he blinked a several times. "Sometimes, I wonder if you rile me up on purpose..." He finally slurred out as he coughed a few times, clearing his throat.

You wore a tight fitting dress, that hug your curves perfectly. (I'm leaving the dress completely to your own imagination, except for the tight part! ^^) Maybe, you were wearing this on purpose, but you weren't gonna reveal that. You had quite the fun doing this to Nightmare, he looked like he had a hard time composing himself.

All you did next, was simply leave. Leaving him with his new problem. You flash him a smirk before finally going to your shared room. So that's how it is, well if that's the case, he'll have to go make a punishment for you.

★

KILLER:

"Kills..." Nothing.

"Kiiillls!" Not even a budge.

"GODDAMMIT KILLER!" Ah, finally. He seemed to snap out of his gaze at your boobs. He stared at you wide eyed, as he wiped his mouth from any drool. Yes, that's right, he tends to drool during his stares..

You were wrapped in your towel, holding a pair of pants and a shirt. You've just gotten out of the shower, and Killer decided to go in the bathroom at this moment. It's like he has a radar for this..

You can't help but shake your head at him. "You're always so frozen on the spot during your unmoving gaze at my chest." Killer smirked at your remark, as he grasped your hip. "But you like it...right?" Of course you do.. how can you ever deny him when he gives you his pouting look?

"Don't give me that... I was about to get dressed!" You try to avoid his question, as you remembered that you're still unclothed. Killer's smirk has just gotten wider, if it's even possible. Oh no...looks like this'll be a long night... There goes your relaxation!

★

DUST:

"You're so beautiful..." You can't help but flush at Dust's compliment, as you avert your gaze away from him.

You've just met up with Dust for a date. You're wearing a black dress, while Dust's wearing a tuxedo. How noble.

You giggle a little when you notice how he's trying to refrain from staring at your chest area. He's so considerate.

"S-Something funny, sweetie?" You awe at his nickname, and hold his hand. "You're just so cute... You know, if you want... You can stare." You lean in to whisper the last part to him, ending it with a simple wink. His cheeks flushed purple, as he let out a shuddered sigh

Dust seemed to melt at your consent, almost as if he's been craving it. "Thank you, sweetie, you have no idea how difficult it was..." You giggle yet again, squeezing his hand slightly.

★

HORROR:

Horror beams at you, as you make your way over to him. "What's up bee?" He let out a short laugh at your nickname. He then points to an apron, also motioning to his own, wrapped around him. "You want to cook together?" He excitedly nods, holding a spatula in his hand. "Why not?"

You try to stiffle a giggle when he reaches over to you and holds you up. You'd say you're pretty tall... So you always get baffled when you see Horror's height. There's probably no one, other than the people in his AU, that can rival his height. Everyone probably looks like bugs to him.

"Hey, bee?" He hums, while chopping the meat. "What's the secret to your height?" His movements stopped, as he looked over at you, seemingly confused. "Well...I mean- compared to you, I'm pretty short, and that's saying something, so-" he's so quick that you almost jump when he's suddenly in front of you, holding your cheeks. "...Pretty tall..."are the only words that leaves his mouth, before giving you a kiss.

He skips away happily to the counter, while you sit there, cheeks flared up red, and out of words.

★

Feel like this sucks ngl. But still, hope it's to your liking ^^

[writingoddess1125]

You've lost Privileges

Buggy X GNReader

Funny + Spicy-ish Fic!

This was random at like 2am so sorry if it's weird!! Enjoy my Darlings!

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He was doing it on Purpose- you fucking knew he was... Buggy the Asshole of a Clown, one you shared a room with and had been dating for clearly too damn long-! There He was seated on his chair man spread for the whole world to see as he openly flirted with some members of his Crew.

The motherfucker had been doing this for 3 days, ever since you refused sex from him. Not being in the mood and admittedly being a bit rude about it since you were irritated about something else entirely- he had made it his mission to be a pain in your side since.

Openly flirting with crew mates, seemingly appearing naked in random spots. Wearing the scents he knew you liked, the shirts that showed off his arms and more. He was doing everything in his power to have you come back begging for his touch like the demon he was!-

Standing up angrily you March away, any crew near by deciding to move quickly out of your way as you marched. Buggy frowning deeply at this as he pushed off a crewmate who was a bit too close to actually touching him before getting up and going elsewhere, a grin on his lips.

You trained for a bit, Angrily throwing Axes at the large wooden boards for a few hours to blow off steam. Sometimes thinking of if it was Buggy instead.

You knew you were sexually frustrated, it had only been 3 days bit typically you guys were incredibly active! That and you knew if you went to him for sex he would just tease you and be a complete jackass about it- You couldn't let him win, especially with something like this.

After exhausting yourself well with throwing Axes you made you way back to the room you shared with Buggy and opened it, getting a little jump from the sight.

Walking into the bedroom you saw Buggy there, pantless and clearly taking some enjoyment of some open self pleasure while lounding on the bed.

"Ah (Y/N)! My lovely partner who decided they didn't want sex with me!"

"Buggy I told you I was just tired! You're the one who is being a dramatic baby about it!" You argue back and glare at your Bohfriend jerking off nonchalantly on the bed while trying to argue with you.

"Tired this and Tired that! You know I can just get my dick wet with someone else! Someone who will appreciate a higher sex drive! Maybe one of those contortionist! Or one of the muscles men!" He yelled, this set you off. You felt your chest bubble in anger, maybe it was the lack of sex him just jerking off infront of you or him being a total ass these last 3 days but you snapped.

"That's it!" You yell, Grabbing one of the knives from the desk in a flash and before buggy could register what was happening you sliced his dick Clean off and grabbed it. His balls just hanging there as he jumped up in total shock.

"W-Wait I need that (Y/N)!! You can't just take my cock away!" He yelled, still pantless as he stood there pointing at you with a deep blush on his cheeks.

"Well until you can stop acting like a dick, You won't have one Pretty Boy~ You've lost your Dick Privileges!" You yelled, Placing the organ in your coat pocket and made sure to keep a steady hand on it as you marched out the room. Ignoring the yells of a very flustered and pissed off Buggy behind you.

"(Y/N)!!! BRING MY COCK BACK!! MY COCK!!!"

AUTHOR NOTE: XDDD IM SORRY

[alastor-simp]

"A What Now?” - Alastor x Non-binary Reader

This was requested to me by @dudeidontknowok

I’m sure you are all aware Alastor is not very up to date with new sexuality’s and genders, seeing he was from the 1920s, so this will be my take on him reacting to a nonbinary reader. Enjoy!

“Let’s see…the man said take a left here and the hotel should be right….” Walking through the narrow streets in the Pride ring, you were trying to spot the Hazbin Hotel. Your name was y/n and you had just arrived in Hell a few hours ago. It was a very odd experience, suddenly dying in an accident and ending up in a place with a blood red sky and people looking like something from a cartoon, but at least you were glad you weren’t fully dead dead. The streets were havoc walking through them, fires popping up everywhere, random people getting stabbed or robbed and some others were just high out of their minds. A little flyer had landed in front of you, saying “Come to the Hazbin Hotel!” Seemed decent enough, but there was no map on the flyer and since you just arrived, you had no idea where to look. Thankfully the first demon you asked was friendly and not psycho bonkers crazy, and he explained the direct path that led to the hotel.

You had reached your destination and in front of you was a huge building, neon sign flashing “HAZBIN HOTEL”. It seemed a little run-down, but there were some good qualities about it. Heading up to the door, you stared at them, feelings of hesitation in your stomach. You had no idea if this was just a trap to lure people like you to get killed or worse. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Before it could make contact, the door had swung open. A very tall man was standing in front of you. He was almost 6 or 7 feet tall, wearing a red striped suit, accompanied with a bow tie and red monocle on his face. His hair was in a bob cut, and dyed red to black. The smile he had on his face was enormous, making your cheeks hurt from how wide it was. His slitted red eyes stared down at you, a hint of shock in them as he probably didn’t expect someone to be at the door. “AH!, A newcomer! Hello my dear/young fellow! Have you come to stay at the hotel?” His voice sounded like it was coming out of a radio. He bent down, his face leaning closer to yours, making you feel a bit uneasy, since he appeared very intimidating. Giving a small smile, you gave a nod, leading to him grabbing your hand. “Splendid! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alastor! And you are?” he was very animated, given how wacky his reactions were. “My name is Y/N, and you don’t have to call me dear/fellow, just my name is fine.” He arched an eyebrow at that, as he pulled you in, allowing you to enter the hotel.

Your head darted all around, taking in everything. It was very spacious, and the decor was pleasing to the eye, but there was some hints that it still needed some work, given the wall you saw that was being repaired and some bugs crawling. You realized there were other people staying at the hotel as well. There was a tall, lanky spider lounging on one of the couches, phone in hand. There was another female demon, speeding around the hotel with a broom in hand. It was hard to figure how what she looked like, but she was very cute. Noticing there was a bar, you gazed at it and took a look at the bartender. He was the definition of a grumpy cat, given the scowl on his face. His mouth was attached to a beer bottle, chugging away. He noticed you looking and gave a slight nod, while still drinking the beer. A giant snake man was sitting on the ground, appearing to be fiddling with some device, he looked up, smiled, and went back to work. Al had brought you over to the couch, where the spider was staying, and made you take a seat. "Wait right here! I'll go fetch the owner of this establishment!" Al said, as he snapped his fingers, disappearing. Well that shocked you, you had no idea he had powers, maybe you had some as well.

Your thoughts got interrupted when you felt two arms, grab at your waist, pulling you closer to the other demon. "Well hey there handsome/toots~. Never seen the likes of you before, you new in hell?" The spider smirked down you, letting you see his gold tooth shining." You nodded and said you were which made the spider smile more. "Name is Angel dust~. Now tell me your name, toots/handsome." This was making you a bit uncomfortable. "Um could you please not call me that. I don't identify with male or feminine terms. My name is Y/N, by the way." Angel's eyes widen at that, and he rubbed his neck with one of his hands, "Oh sh✪✪, my bad. Didn't mean to offend ya." Giving him a smile, you pat one of the hands that was on your waist, saying it was fine.

The sounds of feet clattering against the floor alerted you, making you turn your head. A women, dressed in a red suit had ran into the lounge. She had pretty blonde hair that was tied up, and her cheeks had two cute red dots on them. The smile on her face was radiant, it could make the sun jealous. "HELLO! Oh my goodness, another patient! My name is Charlie, its so nice to meet you!" She had extended her arms out, squeezing you with a hug while you remained on the couch. Letting out a laugh at her energy, you hugged her back. Looking over her shoulder, you spotted Alastor walking back in, along with another girl with white hair and an X on her eye? Strange.

Charlie finally let you go, standing up while grabbing the other girls hand. "Let me introduce everyone, this is Vaggie, my girlfriend. Angel Dust is the one next to you. Husk is the bartender. Niffty is the little one running around. Sir Pentious is another one of our patients, and I'm sure you met Alastor." You turned your head at all the new names you heard, giving a smile and small wave to everyone, which they gave back, except Husk as he still looked grumpy. The little one, Niffty, had rushed up towards you, jumping up in front of you: "Ooooo... she/he is very pretty." There it was again, that feeling of discomfort. Angel Dust noticed your expression, giving your shoulder a rub. "Niffty, they are non-binary. Don't call them he or she, ya got it? That goes for all of you as well." Angel said as he pointed at everyone. Niffty blinked up at Angel, seeming confused before smiling, letting out an okay.

"Pardon me, a what now?" a static voice had spoken out, letting you know it was Alastor. He had walked closer to where you were sitting, head tiled in confusion. Angel was about to say something, but Charlie chimed in. "Alastor, they don't see themselves as man or a women. They may have male or feminine features, but they don't fall into either of the categories. Does that make sense?" Charlie helped explained it to Alastor. His head stayed tilted, clearly still confused. "I'm afraid I still don't follow, my dear. During my time, there were only gentleman and ladies." His time? Your mind picked up on that

"Um, sorry for interrupting, but what do you mean by your time?" You copied Alastor, tiling your head. Alastor perked up at that. "Ah, I was born in the roaring 1920s! Ah how I miss it so!" Dang, he was from the 1920s!!! That must be why he didn't know. "Ahh, that makes much more sense. Don't think so hard on it Alastor, its fine." Alastor still seemed a bit puzzled, and he wanted to say something else, but he was cut off by Charlie. "Well since your going to be staying here now at the hotel, you'll need a room! Come! I'll bring you to it." Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulled you off the couch, and began to walk away from the lounge. Turning your head back, you gave a small wave to the others, which they returned back. Alastor was still gazing at you, as you left, along with his shadow that eyed you with curiosity.

Charlie had brought you to your room, also letting you know that your neighbor would be Angel Dust, which she hoped you wouldn't mind, which you didn't. The room was marvelous, all nice and tidy and it even had a outdoor balcony. "Welp I should probably head back down to everyone, I'll bring you some new clothes since I'm sure you want to freshen up, let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Charlie beamed at you, making you smile. Thanking her, you told her you would do that, earning you another hug from her. Soon she left the room, leaving you by yourself. Well, might as well take a shower.

**Later in the evening**

After your shower and wearing the comfy lounge clothes Charlie brought, you headed back down to where everyone was. It was time for dinner and on the menu for tonight was lasagna. Apparently, Angel made it himself, letting you know he was well versed in Italian cuisine. Dinner with everyone was nice, it was a bit chaotic, but your heart felt warm being around everyone. They were all a bit kooky, but still friendly. Soon it was time for bed. Everyone bid you a goodnight as they headed to their rooms, while you walked away with Angel next to you. "Night y/n." Angel said, giving a big yawn while stretching his four arms in the air. "Goodnight." you said back, as you went inside your room.

Sadly, you weren't very tired, so you decided to head over to the balcony and stay for a bit. The view was nice, and so was the breeze. Leaning against the railing, you gave a sigh, peering into the maroon sky. "Trouble sleeping?" a static voice appeared next to you, making you jump. Turning around, you see that it was Alastor, grinning with glee that he managed to frighten you. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." your hand was placed against your chest, which was still racing. Alastor gave a chuckle, and leaned his arms against the railing, copying you: "Oh I wouldn't want that to happen! I have grown very fond of you!" His smile was mischievous, but his eyes gave away that he was telling the truth. You turned back to look at the sky, before you heard Alastor speak again. "May I ask something?" Turning back, you gazed at him, waiting for his response.

"Well, could you go into more detail about the whole non beanery, was it, again?" He lifted one of his hands in the air, spinning it around, as he was trying to come up with the word. You quickly broke into laughter. Non-beanery!?! What the heck was that?! Alastor watched you, as you continued to laugh, wondering what was so funny. "Its non-binary, Al. I basically don't see myself as a male or a female. Growing up, I felt different then everyone around me. In my soul, I knew that. So after a while, I came out as non-binary, it was odd to tell everyone I grew up with that, but hey, I was still me. Yes I know to you, it's a bit strange given you were born in the era where there was always two genders, but that's what I am and I'm comfortable with it."

After your speech, your irises kept staring into Al's. He had not said a word, gazing at you still. His smiled had relaxed more into a soft grin. "Thank you for explaining it. I'm not the type to apologize often, but I wish to offer my apologies about before. It wasn't my intention to come off as rude." Your heart felt warm after hearing the sweet apology, you told him it was fine. Alastor smiled and turn back to look at the sky, before he turned his head back quickly, causing it to emit a loud snap. "How would you like me to address you then? Now you must be patient with me, since it will take me a while to adjust!" You were happy that he was taking this very seriously, other people you have told usually brushed it off, but it was nice that he cared. "My name is fine, but if you are ever mentioning me in a conversation, say they/them, okay?" Alastor's signature smile returned, and he gave a nod. "Duly noted!" The both of you gazed at each other smiling, before turning back to stare at the night sky.

~END~

Tagging:

@pepperycookie , @yourdoorisunlocked, @ghostdoodlen, @aceofcards0-0, @jyoongim, @saturnhas82moons, @unholycheesesnack , @luujjvi, @forbidden-sunlight, @pinkcrystal44 , @veethewriter , @rains-sleeping@danveration , @demoarah, @cookiekyo , @iiotic, @delectableworm , @91062854-ka , @alastorsgoldie , @lokis-imaginary-friend , @themysteriousslenderman

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #21

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

When the morning comes, you don't spend any more time in the tent than it's necessary. Jungkook is still fast asleep, facing you with his back in more ways than just in a sleepy position. Even your dreams were filled with him, replaying your yesterday's conversation that ended up with him snapping at you. It affected you more than you hoped for, you know he's just hurt and not ready to tell you whatever happened between him and Kiko. That's his way of coping, even though you're obviously bummed out that you weren't the person he wanted to talk to. But then, you remember when Jimin called you to visit your best friend and you saw how heartbroken he was. He was trying to push away everyone, wanting to be left alone. And he's doing the same thing now and you're going to respect that.

It's different because when they called you that night, Jungkook was calmer and was just left as a depressed and sulked human being. But now, you could've seen him after something happened just a few minutes before he came back to your camping spot.

And that's how you spend your walk to the building where you take a morning shower — thinking about Jungkook while your heart aches for him, even though you've no idea what happened. One thing is for sure, they talked and maybe Kiko finally spilled her secret. Shaking your head, you decide it's time to stop thinking about possible scenarios or your best friend that has never snapped at you so much.

When you come back, you're taken aback at the sight of awoken Jungkook who rubs his eyes and sleepily sits on one of the fishing chairs, wearing his oversized black hoodie with matching black shorts. It's getting hot outside, but he doesn't seem to mind. His hair is completely rustled, sticking to different directions but it still looks soft and sleek.

"Hey, where did you go?" Jimin asks loudly when he sees you approaching everyone, causing their eyes to turn to you but you've set them solely on your friend.

"Went to take a shower." you shrug, giving him a faint smile as you glance at Jungkook.

You almost scoff loudly when he stares at you before he looks away slowly and reaches for some snacks.

Jimin looks at you and then at Jungkook, glancing back at you as he hides a frown that wants to settle on his puffy morning face. He finds it weird because you haven't told anyone about you taking a shower and you just disappeared, Jungkook obviously didn't know when he asked him and told everyone he woke up alone. And the two of you act weird around each other, not hiding it that well at all.

"Are you hungry?" he settles on asking, "We're making some sandwiches."

"No, thanks," you give him another smile but he doesn't buy it, "I had some leftovers from yesterday." you shrug, excusing yourself by saying you need to pack.

And it's true. You don't need your friends staring at you, trying to figure out what the hell happened between you and Jungkook. The worst thing is, that even you don't know.

In the midst of your packing, when you hear some laughter and chatter, Jimin comes up to help you as he loads your luggage into the trunk of Jungkook's car.

"Hey, is everything okay between you and Jungkook? You two are acting weird." he says, voice thick with worry when Taehyung walks up to you and has the same look on his face.

They're worried. You thought they're too busy fooling around to notice you or Jungkook, but it proved to be wrong. They're still your friends and they noticed.

"Uh, I don't know." you shrug, not really sure what to tell them. You don't know anything since Jungkook doesn't want to tell you and you're giving him the space he wanted. All you've got are wild guesses of what could possibly be behind his behavior.

"Did you guys have fight?" Jimin tries again, head tilting to a side as he nibbles on his bottom lip.

"Something like that." you mutter, not particularly showing any emotion.

Of course, you're kind of sad that Jungkook doesn't want to tell you and even snapped at you, something he has never done. Not in such a serious situation where you could've seen there's something wrong with him. He's been very open with you, all the time, but it seems like whatever he's battling with, even you as his best friend, can't help. And for some reason, that makes you sad even more because you want to be there for him. Whatever that is. But as a best friend, you respect his space and even though this is quite new, him not telling you anything, you're not going to be noisy and cause him any more harm.

You can't tell Jimin and Taehyung even the littlest you know. You'd have to mention Kiko and the fact they went for a walk, or God knows what they were doing, that ended with Jungkook coming back in a completely different state. The less they know the better.

"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Jimin asks, causing you and Taehyung to chuckle at his frown and determined tone but even his corners of mouth twitch in a grin.

"Nah, I can kick his ass on my own if he truly pisses me off." you shrug, causing the two men to laugh and you join them.

"Well, I hope everything will be fine. You've barely fought, if ever... and Jungkook looks like shit ever since he woke up. He doesn't talk, barely reacts to any of us and then we saw you acting so distant, we just got worried. Whatever happened, I really hope you'll figure it out."

You realize that seeing the two of you acting so distant and almost ignoring each other, like Jimin just initiated, is very weird to them as well. Jungkook and you bickered a few times, over snacks or stupid stuff that were never that serious and always ended up with him tickling you or you slapping his arm. It happened in the presence of Jimin and Taehyung as well, and you're reminded again how much they know your friendship as well. That's why it was so weird for them to hear that you started dating together.

"We will, Jimin-ah. Don't worry about it." you smile at him, surprised when he hugs you all of a sudden but you hug him back.

It's been awhile since he hugged you, and you missed him. When he pulls away, you see Taehyung leaning against Jungkook's sleek car as he gives you a smile of encouragement. You smile back, knowing that no matter what, they've got your back and are here for you. They might not know everything, but they're true friends.

"That's what happens when you start dating your best friend." Taehyung speaks up, trying to brighten up the mood but it ends up with your smile falling down and Jimin exclaiming his name.

"Taehyung!"

"What? Am I wrong?" he shrugs innocently, causing you and Jimin to burst in laughter as he wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulders and starts to shake his laughing form.

Shaking your head, you make your way to the rest of the guys while you'll try to enjoy your last minutes on this camping trip.

Taehyung might be right, although you know this has nothing to do with you "dating" Jungkook. This is something his and Kiko's relationship caused. And when you get back and see Kiko's puffy face and Jungkook's dark circles and how pale his skin and face looks from the lack of sleep, you know you're right.

Going back home settles a weird feeling in your chest. You're sad that it's over and you wish you could stay a little longer to explore nature and experience more adventurous memories. It's sad to think about tomorrow's day, Monday, and the fact you've to wake up early in the morning and go to work. Reality crashes onto you and you realize, those three days being away from your daily routine have passed away too quickly. On the other hand, you can't wait to go back home and take a proper bath. You also miss your bed and how much softer it'll feel now that you've spent two nights in a tent. Appreciation points for Jungkook, for making sure you've got three layers of blankets beneath you, so you've the softest surface and can get a peaceful sleep.

However, even the mentioned man is the reason why you can't wait to go back home. It seems to be more serious than you thought, considering he barely uttered a single word. The only thing he asked you, right after you said goodbye to everyone who went in a separate car, was if you got everything. With a small nod and gentle 'yes' your conversation, a very short lived one, ended.

It feels awkward to be in a one car, where the tension can be obviously felt and not even Taehyung's jokes and attempts of keeping conversation helps. You feel sorry for him, and you're suddenly thankful there is Minjae and Seulgi who keep chatting with him. His words are obviously aimed at you and Jungkook, but you're both not in a mood. You can't pretend you're ecstatic and full of energy, when your sleep wasn't as good as you hoped it'd be and Jungkook looks like he hadn't slept at all.

Your answers and attempt of giving at least some kind of feedback to Taehyung are even more awkward and after that, you decide it's better to just close your eyes and listen to the soft music that's playing in the background. Even Taehyung gives up and sulks back into the seat with a frown settling on his lips.

Minjae and Selugi are the first ones to leave, Taehyung follows them shortly after leaving you and Jungkook alone. The drive to your home is almost uncomfortably awkward, and when Jungkook parks the car in a parking lot you almost let out a sigh of relief. As soon as he turns off the engine, you open the door and go straight to the truck to get your stuff. You're not angry at Jungkook, but you don't really know what to say to him. He's the one who barely talks and you're not going to try and make a conversation when he has made it clear that he wants to be left alone. Just as you're closing the trunk, the driver's door opens and Jungkook gets out of the car.

Surprisingly, he looks at you and you almost gasp at the sight of his face. Of course, this is not the first time you see him today but it's the first time he's looking straight into your eyes from such close proximity. Those dark circles underneath his eyes look even more awful than you thought, and his eyes are glossy and puffy. It's like he's on the verge of breaking down.

"Thanks for the ride," you tell him, giving him a small smile which he doesn't return but takes a shaky breath. "You wanna come in?" you ask, expecting him to cancel your offer.

"Yeah," he rasps out, "If that's okay with you."

Smiling at him, you nod. "Of course." you mutter softly, thanking him when he takes the bags from your hands.

The walk towards your apartment building is silent, just like the car ride here was, except that there's no Taehyung that could fill the awkward silence with his jokes or use his social butterfly personality. Jungkook trails behind you silently, holding your bags for you the whole way into your modest apartment.

"You can leave them here, I need to wash everything anyway," you tell him, closing the door behind him as he listens to you and gently puts them down on the floor. "Thank you." you smile, but all you're met is just another nod he gives you as he takes off his shoes.

You do the same thing, slowly making your way inside while he follows you. His footsteps are almost inaudible, and if it weren't for his soft and musky scent you'd think he still stands beside the front door. He plops himself down onto your couch, and just when you're about to ask him if he'd like to have something to drink, he takes a deep breath before his soft voice carries between the walls.

"I'm sorry,"

Your features soften, and your body moves automatically to sit down next to him as you watch him. He sounds so vulnerable, it makes your heart clench at the sight of your best friend.

You told yourself you're going to respect his decision and not to pry, even though your curiosity and heart tells you otherwise. You wish you could help, to do anything at this point, but it's hard when you don't know what happened.

"She cheated," he says, cutting off your thoughts as your eyes snap back to him and the way he nibbles on his bottom lip. "S-she cheated on me." His voice shivers, hands quickly rubbing his eyes as he tries to ward off any tears that might be ready to spill.

"She told you that?" you ask him, not sure what's the right to say at this point. All you can focus on is his front teeth picking on his bottom lip and your heart hurts for him.

When he gives a weak nod, your hands grab his as you clutch them tightly in your grasp.

She really cheated on him? When Jungkook came up with that thought, you were quick to tell him otherwise. There's no way she'd cheat on him. Yes, their whole breakup was weird and shady, just as Jungkook called it himself. He knew something's not right and when he finally got over the first emotions of a heartbreak, he realized there's something more. Not in a million years you'd think, she's able to cheat on him.

First of all, Jungkook is a complete package. He's a man any woman would dream of. He's a hardworking, loving, soft and thoughtful person who takes care of others and loves them with all his heart. He's not perfect, not at all. But his soul is pure and he'd do anything for his family and friends. He gave himself to her, trusted her with his heart and she shattered it into million pieces from the moment she broke up with him.

And he doesn't deserve that. No matter what he did yesterday, his little outburst and pushing you away, you know he didn't mean it. If it were any other guy, you'd tell him to fuck off but not to Jungkook. Not when you knew as soon as you saw the look on his face, that whatever happened messed him up. And it all makes sense.

That's why Kiko cried while Hoseok comforted her, although you're not sure why he's still by her side at this point when he knows she cheated. He must be a very loyal best friend. You've no idea why she did or any details, you can't really judge her. But the best friend part of you despises her for breaking Jungkook's heart and hurting him this badly.

"We talked and I-I wanted to know what truly happened." His words are hard to get out and you don't burden him with any more questions that might be hurting him even more.

"I'm sorry, Kook. You don't deserve this." you tell him, head dropping onto his shoulder as you hug him.

He sits still, barely moving. It makes you feel useless, because there's nothing you could do to make this any easier. The only thing you can do is to be there for him.

"The worst part of this is that I still love her. Isn't that fucked up?" he scoffs at himself, causing your head to lift up as you stare at him.

"Love is a weird thing." you tell him, understanding how confused he must be even though you've never felt that hurtful breakup. Going through a heartbreak is one thing, being cheated on is another. And the mix of those things at the same time is a complete disaster.

"I want to hate her so much, but I don't. She hurt me and I still fucking love her," he blurts out, "I-I asked her if she loves me."

You sit up, straightening yourself as you can't help but stare at his swollen eyes. "What did she say?"

Eyebrows frowned in confusion, it seems like he's growing even more confused with each sentence and minute as he's replaying yesterday's events.

"She said she loves me." he answers softly, featuring softening as he replays her words.

You can't help but scoff. "She wouldn't have cheated if she loved you."

He glares at you, obviously not liking what you've just said even though he probably thinks the same thing. He just doesn't want to let her go no matter what. "We don't know anything. We don't know why she did that or--" he stutters over his words, but you just shake your head.

"Are you really making excuses for her? Kook, she cheated on you," His face twists into another hurtful expression, but it needs to be said. "You deserve so much better. Someone who's gonna be there for you and treat you just as equally amazing as you treated her. There was no reason for her to do that. Your whole world revolved around her, and still does, and she still did what she did. Cheating is never the answer, if you were the bad guy here, she should've broken up with you before she cheated."

Those words pain him, you can see it on his beautiful but hurt features, but he needs to hear it. He opens his mouth and closes it again, mind settling to say something else.

"I'm sorry," he says, eyes dropping onto his lap.

"What?" you chuckle. Doesn't he have anything to say after everything you just said to him?

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was acting like a fucking idiot. I was so hurt and I just-- snapped. I wanted to talk to you but then I saw you with Namjoon and I just-- I've no idea what came over me. You didn't deserve that, I'm so sorry." he apologizes, eyes finding yours as he stares at you with determination and honesty in his big doe eyes.

"Kook, it's okay," you mutter, "Although, it was unnecessary to mention Namjoon when all we did was just talk."

"You're right, I overreacted," he frowns, shutting his eyes before he lets out a groan. "I'm such an asshole."

"Don't be so tough on yourself, I knew there was something wrong with you and something must've happened. Don't beat yourself over this."

What good would it do if you were angry at him? You knew from the beginning that there's more to his sudden outburst and reaction. Yes, he acted stupid but it makes sense now.

"No, don't make excuses for me," he tells you, "I was a dick to you. If I could just turn back time and--"

"Hey, hey, hey," you stop him, hands grabbing his as you look into his eyes deeply. "I told you it's okay. You were acting like a dick, yes, but you've been through a lot. Let's not just talk about this anymore, okay?"

The last thing you want for him, is to beat himself up over something he didn't mean.

Jungkook doesn't seem to be convinced by your words, tongue poking his inner cheek as he has the same frown settled on his face.

"I snapped at you so many times before, not even once you made me feel awful about it. You've put up with my ass so many times," you remind him, gently nudging his shoulder as he glances at you. "Remember that time when I screamed at you because you brought me that red mug instead of that pink with white dots on it?" you laugh, remembering as if it was yesterday.

The color of that mug didn't really matter, it was about the size of it that did. Poor Jungkook made you a chamomile tea and you screamed at him once he poured it into the wrong mug. It's just one of many memories where you were acting like a bitch.

"But you were on your period that time." he comments, looking at you confusingly.

"Look who's making excuses for me, huh?" you judge him, the corner of his mouth quirks up as he chuckles.

"You always get bitchy when you're on your period," he shrugs, scrunching his nose while he starts cackling once you let out a fake exclamation. "It makes me feel sorry for your future husband, or anyone that'll have to put up with your ass." he teases you, causing you to slap his shoulder with much more strength as you laugh.

"You're so mean!" you exclaim through your giggling, happy to see him show at least some kind of positive emotion.

"I was just joking," he mutters as his smile slowly fades away. "Kinda."

Snorting, you both sit in a quiet and peaceful silence for a moment before you speak. "What's your plan now?" you ask carefully.

He quickly catches onto the meaning behind your words and lets out another sigh of exhaustion. "I've no idea," he answers truthfully, "I just need my best friend right now." he says, smiling when you cuddle up to his side.

He wraps his arm around your frame, pulling you even closer as you hug him around his stomach with one arm.

"Well, I'm here," you mutter into his chest, "Do you wanna stay the night? I've got some of your clothes in my closet."

You can feel and hear his heartbeat through his shirt as it sends a calming wave through your body.

"Yeah," he answers softly, hand slowly caressing your back.

A few minutes of you cuddling to each other, you hear him sniffling every now and then, making you pay more attention rather than to just listen to his heartbeat and enjoy the comfort of his chest and your couch. "Kook, are you crying?" you ask softly.

"No," he denies, although you hear a shiver running down his voice. Just when you're about to pull away to look at him in an obvious concern, his hold on you tightens and he doesn't allow you to see him.

Your heart tightens. He must be so hurt. Jungkook barely cries, he's stubborn when it comes to crying and he can hold himself back so much. There aren't many things that can make him cry, but this one that he's crying over right now, is serious and understandable. Respecting his decision, you lay back onto his chest while you listen to his heartbeat because there's nothing else you can do. He needs his best friend and you're there for him.

Even if it means just being in his arms while he cries his heart out silently.

Understandably, the next morning is more comfortable than those two nights spent in a tent and it's not just because Jungkook is warming up your body this time. Your soft and spacious bed is a huge plus too, and there are no bugs crawling near you.

Sun's shining through your blinds, warming up the whole room which starts to get a little bit uncomfortable considering Jungkook's body pressed against yours. But you don't move, letting him hold you while soft puffs leave his mouth and fill the silence.

After he calmed down and made sure you didn't see any tears in his eyes when you looked at him and his arms loosened up around your frame, you opened a bottle of wine. It felt like you both needed it, especially Jungkook, and it hadn't cured his heartbreak but it helped to let his mind relax. One bottle wasn't enough for him to get drunk, and after you finished that cheap wine you bought a month ago, you went to wash yourselves — separately. You just hoped he's not crying while you were taking a shower. He seemed okay when you got out of the bathroom, and even smiled at you as he silently assured you he's fine. Well, not maybe completely but he's getting there. After that, he nestled inside your bed and cuddled with you before you could complain.

But you wouldn't, just the fact he needed someone — his best friend — and have that assurance during such a difficult time, convinced you and was enough.

As Jungkook's breathing picks up pace and is no longer that peaceful and relaxed, you know he's awake. He stretches his tensed muscles but still wraps his arm around your body again, breathing in your scent. It almost makes you shiver against him, feeling up his breath at the back of your neck.

"You're hot." you speak up, whining when he tightens his hold.

"Mhm, I know that." he rasps out, his voice raspy and groggy that makes your heart skip a beat. Why is this man so freaking attractive when he barely does anything? 

"No," you scoff, causing him to chuckle as he already knows what you're about to say. "You're warming me up too much."

Of course, he knows what he's doing and he's just being a little teasing shit.

"But you're so comfortable," he mutters, voice muffled by your hair. "Mhm, so comfortable." he nestles his nose into your hair even more, almost moaning in delight. You know he's just teasing you.

"Come on, you must be getting hot too. You're wearing sweatpants and a shirt." you point out, wiggling in his grasp but he still doesn't let go of you.

"I could've slept naked but you glared at me when I proposed that." he points out this time, causing you to groan.

You remember your conversation yesterday, when you brought him the clothes he left here as he started to complain. You know Jungkook likes to sleep naked, but he's always been decent to wear clothes whenever you've slept in the same bed. Way before you had sex with him, and even after that. You don't know what could happen if he slept naked. Him wearing clothes despite his protest settled at least some kind of relief that you wouldn't have to worry about your damn hormones. Jungkook respected that and he mostly teased you, while he whined like a little kid. But you know as soon as you would just nod and allow him not to wear anything, he would gladly accept it.

You don't trust Jungkook in this. You don't trust his abs and other parts of his body that could've been exposed.

"Yeah, I didn't want your dick rubbing against me the whole night." you scoff, trying to elbow him but it's impossible because of his arm draped over you.

"You've seen it all, baby. You love my dick." he teases you, your cheeks flaring red and you're glad he can't see your flustered red face.

"I'm not gonna make us breakfast if you keep me as your hostage." you decide to say, purposely not saying anything about his dick.

Jungkook catches onto that, although he doesn't say anything and just chuckles because the mention of food takes his mind off it.

"Breakfast? Fuck yeah." he exclaims, suddenly energized when he could barely utter a single word just a few minutes ago. He releases you immediately, causing you to take off the sheets of your heated body.

"Thank God," you breathe out, enjoying how air hits your skin. Deciding, it's better to start the day now because you've to go to work in two hours, you sit up while rubbing your eyes.

You're lucky you're not supposed to be in the office today, and your job requires you to visit a photoshoot nearby your apartment building.

"I'm gonna make breakfast but you should wake up too, I've work today." you say, standing up from the bed as you turn around to look at Jungkook.

He's on his stomach, face buried in one of your pillows as he shows you a thumbs up but barely makes any effort to move. Snorting, you shake your head at him before you're about to feed the always hungry man in your bed.

You can't with this man.

Jungkook finally shows up once you call for him, telling him the breakfast is ready. It turns out you should've gone grocery shopping after you came back home, considering there's barely anything in the fridge. Kimchi fried rice has been the only option, since you've got almost all ingredients for it. You just had to cook rice which took another twenty five minutes, so you've done your makeup and put on your work clothes.

You're placing the fresh breakfast onto two plates, making sure Jungkook has the bigger portion since he eats a lot, even in the mornings which can be hardly said about you. His soft footsteps are heard, padding against the floor before he stands behind you. Hands placed on your hips, he looks over your shoulder and hums at the delicious sight.

"Come on, eat up. We don't have that much time," you tell him, scrubbing the last bits from the pan.

Your breath hitches when he places a tender kiss against your neck, smooching your cheek before he starts nibbling on the sweet skin of your neck. He smells like toothpaste and his typical scent, even through the strong smell of kimchi and pork belly.

"Jungkook, weren't you hungry?" you whine, placing the pan softly back on a stove as you gasp when he grazes his teeth against your earlobe.

"Why are you so dressed up?" he says, hands trailing down onto your stomach as he starts caressing you through the satin fabric of your rosewood blouse. The other hand slowly moves down and plays with the hem of your casual black skirt.

You look down, heart picking up the pace at the sight of his exposed tattoos, but the view is quickly taken away from you when he softly bites onto your neck causing your eyes to shut. Letting out a loud gasp, you act out of natural instinct and you jerk your hips right into his crotch. It's unintentional and your cheeks burn when you feel his soft bulge through the sweatpants.

"I told you, I, I've got work in an hour." you stutter, trying to find a good balance and strength in your voice but it's quite obvious how bad you're at it, even to you.

"An hour? Hm, that's quite a lot of time." he hums, fingers scratching your legs as they feel your black stocking.

"Jungkook," you gulp, "The food." you tell him pathetically, barely moving because it feels like he has some weird spell over you.

"Fine," he mutters, letting out a sigh before he takes a step back and you're finally able to breathe again.

Turning around, you give him a disapproving scowl which he rewards you with a sheepish grin in return.

"I'll drive you there, to your work." he says, taking the plate with a bigger portion knowing it's for him as he casually sits down on the stool.

He's so comfortable in your home. It makes you mentally snort at him, knowing he always acted like he's living with you. Not that you mind it, though.

"I can drive myself," you shrug, taking your plate as you sit down next to him. "I'd have to take a bus on my way back anyway, if you drove me there."

"I can pick you up, I don't mind." he shrugs, already munching on the breakfast as he stuffs his mouth with it.

"Are you sure?" you ask, not wanting to bother him but you know if you did, he wouldn't propose it in the first place.

He knows very well you've got your own car and you can drive yourself there.

"Of course," he says with full mouth, before he swallows and adds; "I've to edit some photos today but it's not gonna take me long. Just call or text me whenever you're done and I'll pick you up. We can go to mine and watch some movies, if you're up for that. Or anything you want."

Opening your mouth, you nod slowly as you hum in agreement. It pleases you that he wants to spend his time with you. Something's telling you this is a way of taking his mind off Kiko.

"Okay, deal." you tell him, trying to focus on eating rather than the electric feeling his mouth has left on your neck and hands all over your body.

[rigginsstreet]

i beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker

the upside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit.

the downside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit. and also kind of a bitch.

it's billy's fault, really. he should've known better when dating a guy nicknamed king.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana, though, is that secrecy is a requirement, which billy doesn't have a problem with. the thought of publicly displaying his affections makes his skin crawl. he's got no problem doing it with the girls he pretends to be interested in because that's all it is - pretend.

but when he really means that shit... it's a harder pill to swallow.

and none of this really bodes well with steve harrington's style of dating. billy knows from his brief overlap of being in town while harrington and wheeler were still a happy item that the guy likes to be clingy, needs constant attention and validation of his affections and he wants to put it all on display for the world to see. and billy can't give that to him.

so he goes looking for it elsewhere.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana is the secrecy, but that rule doesn't extend to billy's sister or his best friend.

heather was never supportive of billy's taste in men. warned him plenty of times that steve was a dick and a leopard doesn't change its spots. but billy had waved of all concerns by saying they weren't even in a serious relationship and that heather didn't know steve like he did. heather and steve hated each other, of course she was gonna see the worst in him.

max was supportive. at first. until dustin started coming around with stories of steve and the new girls he was picking up, gloating about him like he was some golden god of women. and max would come fuming into billy's room asking if he knew about this shit, and billy would sigh and explain to her that it was just steve keeping up appearances to throw the scent off their trail.

"oh, is that why he had his tongue down tina's throat?" max accused.

and billy would have to pretend like he wasn't embarrassed. like he was in on the joke.

the thing with billy is that he doesn't let himself fall often, because when he does it's like a ten ton boulder down the side of a steep cliff. and shame isn't a color he wears well. he's gotten enough of that for a lifetime from neil, and since he's thankfully fucked off now, billy doesn't want to face it ever again.

which is maybe why he snaps at tommy's party.

he came here with steve, but now he's currently watching him dance with some chick with ten pounds of hair and double the makeup. laughing his preppy little ass off as she gyrates her dainty little lady parts all over him.

and yeah, billy can handle a bitchy attitude and some temper tantrums. and he can even wave off vague flirtations that he only hears about secondhand.

but this shit? right in front of his face? that's where he draws a line in the sand.

so he crumples the red plastic cup in his hand, not caring that beer spills out from the top, spotting the hagans' carpet, and throws it full force at the wall beside him, causing those nearby to jump, probably wondering what the hell set him off, if there's gonna be some grand billy hargrove performance.

but no. they'll just have to make due watching his ass walk out the door.

-

billy's sitting on the steps outside his house the next day, smoking a cigarette, when the beemer pulls up.

it's half expected, half not. billy braces himself for a fight anyway.

"you ditched me last night," is what steve says once he's up the sidewalk, a few feet in front of billy. he doesn't sound mad really. maybe a little offended.

billy sucks on his cigarette. blows out the smoke, his eyes never leaving steve. "got hit by a sudden wave of nausea," he says. "didn't wanna ralph in front of the party. didn't think you'd notice."

"why wouldn't i notice? we came together. i was looking all over for you."

billy shrugs, taking another pull of his smoke. "you seemed preoccupied."

it looks like steve's playing a tape in his head of the previous night, trying to pinpoint what exactly the fuck billy's talking about until it must finally click. "man, are you talking about that thing with cindy?" he laughs. like billy's fucking joshing him. "that was nothing!"

billy finishes his smoke, flicking it into the grass before standing up. "yeah, well, it something to me." he turns to walk up the steps, leaving this conversation - and steve - behind, but he's stopped with a hand on his arm.

"aw, billy, c'mon-"

"don't!" billy spins around, hands shoving steve square in the chest. watches his face go from jovial to nervous in two seconds flat.

good. the prick should be fucking nervous.

"you think you can walk around doing whatever the fuck you want like you own this town, but guess what? you don't! and you sure as shit don't own me!"

steve watches him with wide eyes, clearly out of his depth. this isn't the meeting he came here for. billy doesn't really give a shit. "billy, i-"

"i stood up for you, motherfucker," billy seethes, shoving steve again with two pointed fingers. "you know how many times heather's tried getting me to leave your ass alone? how many times max has threatened to castrate you because you can't keep it in your fucking pants?"

"i haven't slept with anyone else!"

"i don't care!" billy bellows. he's making a fucking scene. he hopes the neighbors aren't home. "i'm prime fucking real estate, baby! back in cali i had guys lining up the fucking block to get a piece of this! you think i just give this up to anybody?" steve opens his mouth, but billy cuts him off. "don't answer that! i defended you, asshole. and you make me look like a fucking idiot."

"i didn't think you cared..." steve says after a moment of stunned silence.

and that stuns billy. but he recovers quickly. "of course i fucking care. i wouldn't be doing this-" he gestures between the two of them, "-if i didn't."

"well you don't exactly express feelings very well." it's mostly teasing, billy thinks, but still that undercurrent of signature harrington bitch. "but-" he takes a step closer. "-if you're serious about this, then i am, too." another step.

"i swear to god if i have to sit through an 'i told you so' speech from maxine or heather because of some shit you pull-"

"is this your way of saying you love me?" steve grins, all cocksure and obnoxious, closing the distance until he and billy are standing toe to toe.

"don't press your luck," billy breathes in the space between them. "i'm serious, steve. i don't do thi- this is new for me, alright? and, i don't know if you've noticed, but i don't really handle rejection well."

"yeah, no shit," steve chuckles. "i'll be on my best behavior from now on. scout's honor." he holds up the three finger scout salute in mockery, but billy thinks, hopes, there's a sincerity in his eyes that he can hold him to.

billy rolls his eyes, mainly at himself for wanting to kiss the idiot right now. he almost does, too, until he remembers where they are and prying eyes could be watching.

he settles for another shove, this time to steve's shoulder, before turning back towards the house. "c'mon," he says, nodding his head towards the door. "nobody's home. you can give me a proper apology."

billy hears footsteps behind him before he even gets his whole sentence out.

[liaromancewriter]

Mine

Premise: Cassie can’t help feeling jealous of Ethan’s admirer.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,315

A/N: Submission for @julychallenge prompt "bold." This is for an anon request from the Kisses prompts: kiss of jealousy. The story is set during their secret dating phase in Lia Land.

If the busty redhead touched his arm one more time, she would not be responsible for what happened next.

Cassie Valentine huffed at the sight of her boyfriend getting hit on at the bar. Not that anyone besides them knew he was hers. Still, it was the principle of the matter.

Ethan Ramsey knew he was taken, but did he tell the other woman off? No! He just chuckled inanely like the selfish jerk that he was.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely accurate. He was a jerk but never selfish.

Didn’t he always make sure she came first when they made love, sometimes more than twice, before he let go himself?

“Hey, Valentine, hit the ball or forfeit the game.”

Cassie stopped staring at Ethan and his admirer long enough to throw Jackie an annoyed look. They were at Donahue’s decompressing after a long shift over beers and pool. But right now, her mind was on anything but the game.

Eyes snapping with green fire, she bent over the pool table, took aim with her cue stick, and struck the cue ball with such force that the other balls scattered loudly in every direction. She got lucky, pocketing two solids before her streak ended.

Just as well. Focusing on the game meant she couldn’t see Busty Red make moves on her man.

Cassie was used to Ethan getting hit on by nurses, doctors and even patients at Edenbrook. It usually didn’t bother her. Most of the time, he was oblivious, wearing a cloak of indifference as comfortably as his white coat.

But tonight was different. He was actually laughing with the other woman.

The bastard!

She took a violent swig of her beer, disappointed to find the bottle empty.

Time for a refill, she grinned wickedly at the idea of interrupting the Great Flirtation.

“Hey, Si?” She called out to her bestie, who was watching from the sidelines. When Sienna walked over, Cassie handed her the cue stick. “Take my turn, would you? I’m parched and could use another drink.”

She walked off before Sienna could say anything.

Muscling her way through the crowd on the minuscule dance floor, Cassie slowed her pace as she neared the bar. There was an empty spot a few stools down from Ethan, but she deliberately eased her body into the tiny space beside him. Her arm brushed against his, and feeling him stiffen gave her immense satisfaction.

She leaned her elbows on the bar, arching her back slightly and pushing her hips out seductively. Her jeans hugged her curves perfectly while her silky off-shoulder top shimmered in the light. She looked damn good tonight, and she knew it.

Reggie, the bartender, gave her a hold-on sign as he served another patron, but Cassie wasn’t concerned, ear cocked to the conversation occurring beside her.

“You must tell him I said hello,” Busty Red gushed, leaning closer, practically hugging Ethan.

Cassie was not a jealous person by nature, but she had her limits. Unable to take it anymore, she pretended to stumble, crashing into Ethan and causing him to spill his drink.

“Crap,” he cursed and jumped off the stool as the whiskey dripped down his shirt and stained his pants.

“Oops,” she gasped with faux sincerity. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Ramsey. Here.” She grabbed some napkins off the bar and started dabbing at the wet stain on his shirt.

Cassie smiled nastily as the woman stepped back from Ethan and wiped the triumphant look from her face before anyone noticed—not quickly enough. He caught her smug expression, and his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion and annoyance.

“Forgot how to walk, Rookie?” he grumbled, snatching the napkins from her hand to swipe at the front of his pants.

“It was an accident, doctor,” Cassie said, trying for remorse but failing miserably as a light giggle escaped. “Uh, maybe you should retreat to the men’s room. That stain is spreading.”

Ethan turned back to the other woman. “I’m sorry, Dee. I better take care of this.” He pulled the wet shirt away from his chest.

He glared at Cassie, then turned on his heel and marched towards the restroom.

Cassie stared briefly at the other woman, who was now watching her with a bewildered look, and walked away, shrugging her shoulder in apology.

Instead of heading to the pool tables and her friends, she made a beeline for the restrooms in the back. She stopped outside the men’s room door, took a bracing breath and pushed the door open to peek inside.

Sighing in relief at the sight of Ethan alone by the sinks, she hurried inside, letting the door swing behind her. He met her eyes in the mirror.

“Happy with yourself?” he asked, lips curled in a sneer. He whirled around to face her. “You did that on purpose!”

Cassie stalked toward him; her eyes were on fire as she stepped on her toes, tugged his head down and pressed her lips against his.

A mix of anger and jealousy fueled the intensity of the kiss. His initial surprise gave way, and he responded, his hands instinctively gripping her waist. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate as if she was trying to claim him, to make a statement that he was hers and no one else’s.

Cassie broke the kiss just as abruptly as she had initiated it, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

"Maybe I did," she shot back, her voice trembling with defiance and desire. "But you’re mine, and no Busty Redhead gets to put her hands on you. Is that clear?"

Ethan stared at her, eyes widening as her words hit home. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Instead, he reached for her again, pulling her closer. “Were you seriously jealous of Dee?”

“Yes. She was all over you, Ethan.” Cassie snapped in exasperation. “I know our relationship is secret, but that doesn’t mean I will stand by and watch other women paw at you. Not right in front of me.”

“So, just in private?” he said, amused.

“I don’t find this funny,” she retorted.

He started to respond when they heard voices outside, and Cassie’s eyes widened in panic. The last thing she could risk was getting caught with Ethan in a restroom at Donahue’s. Her reputation could survive an ethics trial but not this.

“Quick, get in there.” Ethan shoved her into a stall just as the outside door swung open.

So, Cassie hid in the stall, rolling her eyes at her predicament, and waited for Ethan to let her know when the coast was clear. This was why she never let herself get jealous.

Five minutes later, Ethan knocked, and she unlocked the stall door and stepped outside. He grabbed her hand and dragged her behind him, briefly popping his head through the door to check the hallway.

“All clear.”

They stepped into the hallway and stood facing each other, a respectable distance between them.

Ethan folded his arms across his chest and stared down his nose at her, as he used to when he joined them on morning rounds. The way his biceps rippled under the sleeves of his shirt made her feel hot under the collar.

“We will discuss this in detail later, Cassie,” he said sternly. “But, for the record, Dee is an old family friend. She’s visiting Boston with her family and could only meet for a drink tonight. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” He looked over her head at the main bar area beyond. “Now, go before our luck runs out.”

Cassie nodded and walked away before she did something reckless again. Like drag him outside and order him to take her up against the wall.

One stupid act was enough for today. She’d worrying about eating humble pie tomorrow. Tonight, she needed a cold shower.

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[moonlit-ivy-writes]

VALENTINE

I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart
You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark
We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold
We love us

“I’m sorry baby I’m not going to be there...” Jeans voice was soft through the phone, he always delivers bad news in a whisper…

“What do you mean? You’re not coming up for the week? What-what about Valentine’s Day?” You were in shock that your boyfriend wasn’t going to be able to take a break from work for a holiday with you, he’s been gone for nearly 6 months.

“I know- I know it sucks, but I should be able to get free time the following week, or- uh, no maybe sometime in March. Sweet heart I’m really sorry but I have to go now. I’ll call you when I get home okay? I love you.” He hung up the phone before you could even say it back.

You fell into your bed and screamed your frustration into your pillow.

Bzzbzzbzz

A bunch of texts spamming your phone made you look up for a minute, expecting to see texts from your boyfriend. Instead, they were just a bunch of memes from Eren.

You sent back a frowny emoji, watching him type for a while and the bubble disappeared. Eren decided to FaceTime you instead.

“Wow, what happened to you,” he must of been referring to the black streak marks of mascara smudged down your cheeks. You rub your face, trying to remove the black gunk. “What’s wrong?”

“Jeanie isn’t visiting this week and I was looking forward to spending my first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend.” You sighed.

Eren rolled his eyes, he never cared for your boyfriend. Always thought he was stuck up, and bragged about his job too much. “Well don’t worry about it YN, If you want we can rent that slasher fic Mikasa recommended and I could possibly get Armin too…”

You sighed dramatically, “I know it’s cliche, but i was looking forward to roses and chocolates.” Even though a night surrounded by your best friends does sound comforting.

“Well, no movie then, I’ll take you out.” You looked to stunned to speak so he reiterated as “just friends” but it cut a bit inside to say that out loud. Eren has always liked you, and has done a pretty good job at hiding his feelings. Although he did kiss you once at a party, the next morning you didn’t even remember. “Cheer up, i dont like it when your sad.” He gave you a cheeky grin and hung up the call.

+++

Fresh out of a hot shower you paced your bedroom in your underwear, what do you wear on a valentines date with your best friend. You looked at the dress you had saved for Jean, no way, you thought. Opting for a typical outfit of yours instead.

“Hey i let myself in if you...what are you wearing.” Eren stood in the door. He was all dressed up.

You turned around from your vanity, your hair still wet. Framing pieces stuck to the side of your face, shit… is he early or are you running late. Eren stepped forward, raising his hand and tucking your hair behind your ear. A small tingle sparked in your stomach, but you were probably just hungry. “What? Is this not nice?” You pouted a bit kinda hurt from the reaction he had.

“I said i was taking you out out, were not going to the library...” He eyed you up and down, before spotting the dress hanging on your closet door behind you. “What’s that?” He pointed.

“Oh, that’s what I was going to wear...”

“Put it on, I’ll wait for you in the living room… oh and hurry Ive got an eventful afternoon planned.” He left your room before you could even fight him on wearing the dress. You stared at it for a few minutes and shrugged to yourself. Someone might as well see you in this. After rushing through getting ready you snapped a pic, contemplating even sending it to Jean, why did you suddenly feel a bit guilty…

+++

Eren waited impatiently outside your bedroom, he had brought flowers for you, and decided to place them in a vase on your kitchen counter. He nervously arranged the roses. Fidgeting with the tiny baby’s breath that accented the bouquet.

“Oh Eren those are beautiful, you didnt have to-“ you startled him a bit and you held back a laugh.

His cheeks heated up once he caught sight of your dress, discreetly, he scanned over your outfit, starting from the black paten leather heals with a cute dainty strap at the ankle. Cautiously gazing up your beautiful bare legs, to mid thigh where this cruel red satin dress ended. Quickly he focused onto your face, hoping you didn’t catch him gawking.

Your make up was subtle, though the red lip was nothing but. He noticed the black choker on your neck, and lost his breath. He looked for words to describe how beautiful, no, gorgeous, no stunning. “You look-“ he starred at you, “wow..” he shook his head, embarrassing himself. You just giggled and stuck your nose into the roses. A little note laid in between some petals.

To my valentine with love.

Eren.

By now all of your dejection about your boyfriend not being here was gone, you were far too excited to see what Eren had in store for you.

Sitting in his passenger seat, you let him take you wherever he had planned. Turns out the plan was the beach. You two strolled down the dock. Other couples were out having fun, playing fair games and sharing funnel cakes. Seeing couples enjoying each other made you remember you weren’t here with Jean… You looked over at Eren who must have just noticed the disappointment on your face. Shoving cotton candy into your mouth as an attempt to keep those pesky boyfriend thoughts from filling your head and ruining his scheme. His true intentions… showing you how you should be treated, and being here for you when that stupid prick wouldn’t even bother to. “Come on YN,” he grabbed your hand and led you to the best date of your life.

+++

Watching the people on the beach at the top of the ferris wheel you held on tightly to the stuffed octopus Eren had won for you earlier in the evening. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and smiled to yourself,“I’m having fun Eren, thank you.” Your hand fell to your side, and softly grazed against his. You two hold hands all of the time, but for some reason, the slightest touch made you get goosebumps. You pulled your hand away and shyly held the plushy up to your face.

“Hey anything for you YN, I love you.” Eren says he loves you from time to time,but this time ….hearing it made your heart jump. “Are you hungry? I’d hate to end your fun but our reservation is in an hour, we should get going after this.”

“Reservation? I thought we’d just have chili dogs at the stand down there,” He laughed like you said a joke, you just stared at him dazed and confused.

“Don’t look so dumbfounded,” He pinched your cheek, “the dates not over, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice.”

Date…

Of course it was a “date” but when you accepted Eren’s invitation initially you didn’t completely view it as a romantic word, more so a platonic date… but now… things are starting to feel a bit too … complicated. You left the beach full of thoughts and feelings swirling through your head.

+++

“Eren!?” You gasped, pulling up to the valet of one of the finest restaurants in your city. “Eren we can’t eat here…”

“Why not, you think I don’t have the money?” he teased you and you tried to combat his reasonings, but just like the beginning of the day he was gone before you could argue with him. Dropping his keys into the hand of a stranger and walking over to your side, opening the door for you. His chivalrous behavior made you question who you really were on a date with today. This is a side of Eren you had never seen before and you were starting to fall for it.

A hostess guided the both of you to a table that was tucked behind a privacy wall and with full view of the city scape. With a now setting sun disappearing behind buildings. You glanced at Eren who wasn’t even enjoying this outstanding view with you. He eyes caught yours and a heat radiated through your chest. Fluttering butterflies in your stomach conveniently covered the vacant feeling of guilt that sat in your belly. No, you’re just hungry… yeah that’s it.

Jean not even crossing your mind once, the two of you laughed together about old memories over steak and wine. You immersed yourself in his charm, even if you were constantly catching yourself from falling for your best friend. He’s was just being a good friend, you thought. Don’t over think things.

“Would you care for dessert this evening?”

“Yes-“

“No,” Eren cut you off and you gave him a death glare. “I have something else planned for dessert, thank you for the great meal.” Watching him use his natural charm on the waitress brought you back to reality. He was just being nice and comforting his pathetic friend. The guilt was back on, how could you even entertain whatever silly fantasy you had convinced yourself was happening. This date was definitely all in your head.

+++

Eren saved a favorite of yours for last. Fro yo.

You two would meet up here every Saturday to gossip and complain about each others lives. Well not so much anymore, since you started seeing Jean. Eren stood inline to get you your favorite flavor as you waited in a corner booth for him, checking the notifications on your phone. To your surprise you had no notifs from Jean. A bitter taste not even fro yo could recover coated your mouth. Not even a ‘Happy Vday’ text. Did he seriously forget?

“Remember when that old lady slipped and fell and she spilled her cherry berry all over herself.” Eren came back with yogurt in hand. Tears stung your waterline. Almost dropping the cups, he quickly sat next to you.

“What’s wrong YN?”

“I just realized I’m having the best date of my life and it’s not even with my own boyfriend,” you let out a genuine chuckle. Laughing at your own pathetic relationship.

“You have such an ugly laugh,” Eren sucked on his spoon.

“No i dont, shut up,” you playfully pushed his shoulder, but he moved closer to you.

“I mean it, its cute.” He took a spoon full of pink delicious yogurt and pressed it to your nose, leaving melted fro yo on the tip. You scrunched your face up, and tried to wipe it into his shoulder.

“Hey! Hey! This is my nicest jacket you’re gonna ruin it” He pulled back, but you refused to let him get away with his crimes. Playfully pushing him but in his haste to get away from you, he lost balance. Grabbing onto your arm for support he managed to pull you closer to him. Your nose, still pink, now centimeters from his face. Eren spontaneously licked the yogurt off of your face.

Time froze colder than the freaking yogurt. It felt like you were buffering a response. You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that, verbally…but your body decided to respond for you.

Closing the gap between you quickly and kissing him. You didnt know what overcame your morality in that moment but it felt good. Your heart now beating out of your chest.

“Uh-Er,” you tried to make any excuse as to why you kissed him, but sadly couldn’t come up with anything other than. “Sorry-“

“Don’t be sorry, YN,” his hand firmly gripped your waist and pulled you back in to kiss you again.

+++

You zone out one hand on the doorknob the other holding your house key. “Is it weird that I feel weird about inviting you inside.” You laughed. “You practically live at my house.”

“You know i think this time, it’s just different,” his words not matching the intense feeling that flooded into your core. “I don’t have to come in, I had a really good time YN, I-“ he caught himself before he said anything. Not wanting to say it and then have you regret everything in the morning, just to get hurt. Nothing would hurt more than that. So he chose not to say it.

“I love you Eren,” shocked by what you so effortlessly said, you examined his reaction. Trying not to misinterpret his expression. His face lit up, as if he had never heard you say it before, not like this, this time he knew you felt it the way he did.

It don't matter, be combative or be sweet cherry pie
It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight

At that moment, Eren took a risk, kissing you this time with a hint of lust. Patiently, he waited for your cue deepening the kiss and slightly moaning in his mouth. That was it. He knew he had you. His efforts of today paying off by the sweet aftertaste of fro yo on your lips.

You blindly unlock your front door, Eren hungrily placing kisses over your neck and shoulder. You led him back into your living room, kicking off your heals while still managing to tug and pull his bottom lip in between your teeth. Guiding him all the way to your bedroom. Where this date originated from just hours ago.

So deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch
Can’t beat us
So real, fueling the fire until we combust
Can’t touch us

Eren fell to his knees the moment your dress slipped off your body and onto the floor, he peppered kisses up your thigh, worshipping your body. Chills fell down your spine as the warmth of his breath closed in on your inner thighs. He dug his face in your sex, pulling the lace fabric that was in his way to the side. Kissing softly at your exposed skin. His fingers snuck behind you, feeling your curves, before hooking and pulling off your panties entirely. He looked up at you, grinning, before diving back into your flesh. Kissing and sucking gently on your skin.

His tongue dipped between your folds, his fingers moved from your thighs, now spreading you further open for him to devour your pussy. You gasped and moaned, finding balance with a fist full of his hair, making it a disheveled mess. You found yourself grinding instinctively on his tongue, chasing the growing pleasure in your core. Fuck.

The guilt that you let take a backseat behind your lust made the high of your orgasm sinfully better.

You watch him lick you up, through fluttering lashes. You’re now coming fully undone for him. Eren smiles, growing cocky. If he can get you coming just with his tongue, he can have you screaming for him at the end of the night. He stood up ,“You taste fucking amazing YN,” Ushering you to the bed, you laid back putting on a beautiful display for him, spreading your legs proudly. Inviting him back in, he leaned down devouring you once more. Sucking gently on the bundle of sensitive nerves earning sounds of praise from you.

He took care of your pussy so well, being mindful of what you liked and didn’t. Paying attention to your moans, you got louder and more breathy when his tongue dipped inside your entrance. You found yourself coming again for him, singing his name instead of Jeans. A newfound guilty pleasure erupted from your core along with a flow of juices. You gasped never have experienced a climax like this before. Eren relished in your wetness, soaking in your arousal.

“Can you do that again for me Valentine?” He sounded so eager, it made your knees weak. Blush painted your cheeks, he was quick to pull you back into his mouth. Fleeting feelings of embarrassment and guilt floated away. Your body listening to his pleas, unraveling waves of pleasure onto his tongue again and again.

Valentine

Part two mayhaps, It’s bedtime - Ivy

[world0fmadness]

CHERRIES WITH WHIPPED CREAM

bård “ faust ” eithun x reader | duke satanaël x reader | pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader

♡ general headcanons for faust, duke and pelle dating someone with big boobs!

୨୧ this is very self indulgent, love my boobs! but i also hate them! sometimes they look so good and sometimes they don’t… i’m about to go to sleep so sorry for any major spelling errors <3

♡ related hc available here and here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: necromancer by mortuary drape - xxo by mia - sodomy and lust by sodom

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

♡ when you guys first met, you asked him to sign your boobs and this boy nearly dropped dead on the spot…

୨୧ he’d never been asked to do anything even close to that, emperor wasn’t even that huge yet! his eyes literally just widened and his mouth dropped open before ihsahn came up behind him and smacked him on the back, laughing and telling him to do it

“ go on, faust! do as the pretty lady says, y’got a marker on you? ” ( you nod as faust is still awestruck, he thinks you’re insanely pretty and you have a great rack and you like his band? oh boy )

♡ he does, taking the marker with shaky hands and writing his signature on the flesh of your upper boob peaking out of your low cut top as you laugh at how nervous he is, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek when he hands the marker back to you

୨୧ yeah i mean, he was just kind of obsessed with you after that…

♡ he quietly asks if he could take your number and maybe go on a date together, all whilst keeping his eyes on the ground, knowing if he was to look up his eyes would be drawn to your boobs and he didn’t wanna be seen as desperate or nasty

୨୧ you agreed and voila, faust now has a girlfriend! a girlfriend with big boobs no less, safe to say some of his friends are very jealous

♡ when you guys have been dating for a while, he starts wondering if you’d had anyone else sign your boobs before him, he really hopes not :( when he asks you, he tries to hide how relived he is when you say he’s the only guy you’ve ever asked to do it! you just always thought he was a cutie pie, cuter than most other men in the black metal scene to you

୨୧ faust absolutely loves the smell of the coco butter you use on your boobs, literally every time you walk past him and he gets a whiff of it he’s damn near drooling

♡ y’know how i mentioned he takes you on shopping sprees as a date whenever he’s not broke? yeah it’s mainly to lingerie / clothing stores…

୨୧ it’s pretty hard to find bras in my size NOW so i can’t even begin to imagine how hard it would’ve been in the early 90’s, oh my god!

♡ when you guys first started dating, he’d surprised you with a super cute lingerie set that he’d seen and made the incredibly embarrassing purchase on his own with one of his shitty pay checks from helvete

୨୧ but this sweet baby didn’t really understand the cup sizes and got a much too small cup-size that constricted your chest like a damn cobra

♡ either way you thanked him with lots of kisses ( and other things ) but made sure to tell him your cup size and sadly explain to him that most stores don’t actually sell your cup-size…

୨୧ this boy is PISSED! he’s so tempted to get his friends together and set all of the stores that don’t sell your cup size ablaze! why can’t his girl have super pretty lingerie sets? why have you only ever found like, two in your cup size? he thinks you deserve the best and hates that often times, you can’t have the best

♡ faust is forever glad he signed your boobs that night, he can’t imagine what his life would be like if he got crazy nervous and said no…

DUKE SATANAËL

♡ duke absolutely loves when you wear shirts that really show off your chest! he loves seeing your boobs on display

୨୧ he’s a simple man, he’s obsessed with watching the slight bounce as you walk, admiring how your boobs press out of the fabric

♡ sometimes you have to snap your fingers in front of his face to make him watch where the hell he’s walking, the amount of times he’s walked right into a lamppost because he was distracted by your boobs is unfathomable

୨୧ what he doesn’t like so much is when he sees other people gawking, nu-uh! they’re his boobs to admire, no one else’s… so he’ll often wrap an arm around you and stare the person out until they get freaked out and leave <3

♡ duke is an absolute GOD at giving back massages! if you even slightly mention your back is aching, he’ll be making you to lay down before going to grab some moisturiser from the bedroom

୨୧ even when you’re in public, if he sees you standing weird with your hands on your back and a scowl on your face, he’ll gesture for you to sit on his lap and subtly give you a massage through your clothes

♡ he absolutely loves motor-boating you too, i’m so sorry…

୨୧ there are so many pictures of you two where his corpsepaint is just a state and a suspicious grey-ish mess of paint is covering your upper chest! it doesn’t take a genius to piece together what happened

♡ one time when you guys were making out and it was clearly leading into something more, he used a knife to cut your bra off and you nearly killed him

୨୧ you were so dumbfounded and pissed off, asking him what the fuck he just did that for…

♡ poor man was SO confused! why didn’t you like that? it was hot, no?

୨୧ well, it was hot, but also no it wasn’t because what the fuck, duke? that’s literally your nicest bra, the cutest one you’ve ever found that actually had your cup-size…

♡ you give him the petty silent treatment as he apologises <3 only looking up at him and responding when he says he’ll make sure to buy you the prettiest replacement

“ baby, please… i’ve said sorry already! i’ll buy you the prettiest bra you find, just tell me when and i’ll buy it for you ” ( he has the smallest pout on his face whilst he begs for forgiveness, causing you to giggle at the sight of this man in corpse paint pouting just because his girlfriend won’t speak to him )

୨୧ when you finally do find a pretty replacement, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when you show him the price tag!

♡ but he does buy it for you, all whilst grumbling under his breath about how you shouldn’t even wear a bra and he thinks you look fine without one, safe to say you set him back quite a bit that month…

PELLE “ DEAD ” OHLIN

♡ pelle really likes laying his head on them <3

୨୧ you’ll lay flat on your back in your shared bed, reading a book whilst his head rests on your chest, gliding your fingers through his hair as he watches some snuff film or shockumentary he has on vhs

♡ honestly, the rare times he ever does get some sleep is when his head is resting on your chest! it’s just extremely comfy for him and the soft thumping feeling of your heart beating lulls him to sleep

୨୧ he has absolutely drooled a little on your boobs whilst sleeping before and always gets kind of embarrassed and awkward when he wakes up so most of the time you try to wipe it before he wakes up, just to spare him the embarrassment <3

♡ pelle really likes to draw you nude, usually not even in a sexual manner!

୨୧ he just thinks your boobs are extremely picture esque and likes to illustrate how beautiful he thinks they are

♡ another thing he does that isn’t always in a sexual manner is sucking hickeys onto your boobs

୨୧ most of the time it’s sexual but sometimes he just does it casually whilst laying on your chest, he’ll move his head away from watching the tv and just kind of start sucking bruises into the visible flesh of your boobs

♡ sometimes it scares the shit out of you because of how suddenly he starts doing it which causes him to mumble “ ‘m sorry ” into your skin

୨୧ you’re never mad though, you just stroke his hair and let him do his thing… he really likes silently admiring the bruises left behind <3

♡ he blushes so so so hard when he sees you wearing the small animal bones he gave you attached to a necklace, the bones resting just on top of your boobs, he gets totally transfixed on the sight and usually only knocks out of it when you laugh and softly ask if he’s okay… he’ll mumble a response and dart his eyes away from your chest, he doesn’t like being caught out…

[callofloony]

As fate would have it. (141)

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Very long HC post up ahead!

Tags: Fluff, angst, mentions of death and violence, 141 headcanons, hurt/comfort, everyone is hurt, Price is the comfort, semi proofread, found family dynamics… with an asterisk, i guess? Lmk if i missed any!!

A/N: This literally took me so long to type out auagwhhwhw!!!!! It’s been in my drafts for SO LONG. The premise is Price slowly realizing the ways 141 wormed their way into his heart. Hope you likeyyy!!!

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Maybe it’s because I’m really into found family, or because I’m in love with the idea of a stoic, serious man, having soft spots for those he’s closest with. But I’m having thoughts, so now it’s everyone else’s problem.

I am the absolute firmest believer that Price wasn’t all that close to his team when they first joined, with the only exception maybe being Gaz. He only saw them as coworkers, nothing else beyond that.

He recognized their capabilities, understood where their limits were, and treated them like the assets they were. But that’s all he saw, assets. Of course, he still cared about them, but it didn’t go as far as to call them friends, let alone family.

But things started to change when he heard something slip from Soap while staring at a calendar, muttering that he missed someone… It was the anniversary of his mothers death, and it had him feeling a bit more worse for wear than usual.

Price felt a sudden pang in his heart hearing that, one that he’d never felt before. He knew what it was like to lose a loved one, especially a parent, and his heart ached for Soap.

He’d never felt such empathy towards a teammate before, let alone someone he was literally fighting tooth and nail with, risking their lives, and getting their hands dirty… So the world stays clean.

He decides after some internal debate to give Soap the day off, he didn’t have any work or missions to be completed, and he was mostly just making his way around base anyway. Training, looking for a distraction.

When asked why, Price didn’t have a clear answer. He didn’t want Soap to know he’d accidentally overheard him speak about his mother, so he simply said, “You’ve earned it.”

That was the catalyst to Price beginning to loosen up more, show a little more affection to his team. He kept that date in his mind, often allowing Soap a little more leeway on things during that month, before turning back to his no nonsense boss persona.

He wrote it off internally as just comradery, giving Soap some room to mourn while also getting his work done, it’d help him out in the long run! Simple as that…

Then, he walked in on Gaz having a panic attack.

Gaz was horrified when he saw Price, snapping his gaze towards the reports he was supposed to be working on, trying to hide the shaking in his hands and the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes, giving his Captain a slight wave before brushing him off. But the air in the room was tense, and obvious.

Price hadn’t experienced a panic attack before, but he knew what the signs looked like, and had helped people through them before. He wasn’t just gonna leave Gaz like this… What was he thinking? When had he started empathizing so hard with the other man?

He just sighed and shut the door behind him, walking over to Gaz with a stern, yet soft gaze on his face, making Gaz whimper and tense up with worry. But when Price reached out to him, he simply placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Gaz flinched and turns to Price who had a look of understanding on his face, like he understood, and wouldn’t judge Gaz for whatever it was that caused this. And that made Gaz break.

He buried his face in his hands and sobbed softly, trying not to make too much noise or being annoying in fear that Price would think less of him. That just made Price shake his head, wrapping his arm around Gaz’s side and pulling him forward, allowing him to rest his head on his Captains shoulder. And that only made him cry harder.

He pulled Price into a hug, grip loose so he could pull away whenever, but he didn’t… He just waited until Gaz was calm, he was already struggling, Price didn’t want to add onto that.

After a minute or two, Gaz finally calmed down and was able to catch his breath, feeling way better as he’d been holding that cry in for a while. And Price smiled at him, asking a simple question… “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

And the question shocked Gaz, he didn’t expect his Captain would be so open eared about this, but if he was offering… Gaz figured he had nothing to lose here.

He began opening up, hands continuing to tremble as he recalled having to put an injured dad and his kid to sleep, the kid looked at Gaz with such fear and panic, but the father was practically begging for it to be over, they both knew it was for the best, but… He couldn’t get the kids face out of his head.

He’d put a fatally injured child out of their misery after a bombing, their eyes and begs burned into his mind like a bad scar, and the report was for that mission… He was crying again, looking away and apologizing.

Price looked shocked when he’d heard that, Gaz never mentioned anything like that when they’d headed back to their getaway. Price saw that Gaz looked slightly shaken up, but he chalked it up to nerves… He hadn’t known.

He shook his head and firmly told Gaz not to apologize, that these were circumstances he couldn’t have controlled, and that anyone would’ve preferred a quick death rather than a slow one, comforting the other man.

He took the report from Gaz’s desk after, making the Sergeants eyes widen in shock, and upon questioning why, Price says, “I don’t need you getting more affected than you already have, I’ll finish this up. Go rest.”

And Gaz nods, not wanting to argue with him.

Price feels exasperated with himself as he finishes the work Gaz had been assigned, why had he just done that? When had these feelings of neutrality, turned into ones of concern?

He shook his head, brushing it off again. He was just giving Gaz a break from the stress of missions and work, nothing more. Nothing like this would ever happen again, he had to promise himself…

Then, he had a smoke with Ghost.

Ghost was probably the most reserved person on his team, and Price didn’t mind keeping it that way. It was just easier to keep work, work. And personal shit, personal.

It was the only way he’d keep from completely caving, anyway.

That was until he noticed Ghost outside base, leaning against the wall, mask rolled up in order to have a calming smoke. Looking up at the sky in seemingly deep, intense thought.

Price knocked on the wall to let Ghost he was there before walking over, tilting his head at the other man. Ghost just gave him a nod of acknowledgment before returning to smoking. He didn’t mind Price being there, the man had already seen his face anyway.

“Mind if I smoke with you?” Price had asked simply, leaning against the wall Ghost was on. He could see the faintest flicker in Ghosts eyes when the other man spoke, he hadn’t looked at the Captain, he just exhaled the smoke before nodding again. Allowing Price in his bubble.

Price smiled slightly and pulled a cigar out, lighting it while looking up at the sky like Ghost was, a vein of curiosity spreading through his body as glanced at the other man, once, twice, thrice… He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

He took another huff of the cigar, releasing the air as he prepared for whatever response might come from this.

“What’s on your mind?”

His voice was soft and genuine, giving Ghost a full look as he definitely noticed the glances Price gave him before, he’d just been waiting for his Captain to say something.

Ghost paused for a moment, contemplating his answer before sighing and shaking his head, putting out his cigarette against the wall, a soft sizzle being heard as it died out.

He said he wasn’t required to say anything, which made Price chuckle and nod. The other man was right, he didn’t have to say anything if he didn’t want to, and Price wouldn’t interrogate him for it, however… That didn’t mean pestering wasn’t on the table.

Price continued to lightheartedly press about the things going on in Ghosts mind, Price already knew about some of the things the other man had been through, life altering and ruining things that didn’t look like something anyone could bounce back from… But Simon did.

Or so he thought.

Ghost huffed and rolled down his mask, crossing his arms and looking away from Price right after. Truth be told, he wasn’t necessarily in the mood for Prices insistent attempts at getting him to speak. Though, he couldn’t help but appreciate the effort.

After a bit of contemplating, he sighed and gave Price a slight glance. Tensing up a little before beginning to speak. He trusted Price, he knew he wouldn’t be judged for everything that was on his mind.

He spoke in a low, slightly softer tone than Price was used to, which caught the Captain off guard, but it only made him listen more intently. Simon revealed he was reminiscing about his family, his mother, Tommy, Beth, and his adorable nephew, Joseph.

He never showed it outright, but he missed them dearly. Nightmares plagued his mind about finding their dead bodies, the grief and horror he felt was something he’d never been able to let go of. How it still hurts to think and remember, and the haunting realization that’d he’d forgotten what even his own mothers voice sounded like.

He gets a bit choked up while speaking, his voice laced with a slight quiver, a tremble in his hands as he reminisces. He blamed himself for it, deeply.

Prices heart and face softened when Ghost said this, he knew part of what the other man had been through, but he didn’t know the full extent, let alone the amount of trauma and scars that had been inflicted onto him.

Hearing all this now? It made his heart break, and he knew he had to do something. He’d pressured Ghost into opening up, he wouldn’t just leave the other man in heartache.

He looked at Ghost with a somber gaze, and places a gentle hand on his shoulder, a comforting gesture that he’d allow Ghost to pull away from. But he didn’t, he just looked at Price with his eyes slightly widened.

Prices expression read, “It’s okay to cry, mate.” And that’s exactly what he did, Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he had a good cry. He looked down as the tears begin to stream out of his eyes, he barely made any noise, but with the waterfall of tears, the impact was there, and it meant a lot to him.

Price just continueed to be there, patting Ghost on the shoulder, eventually moving to his back. He was encouraging Ghost to cry, everyone cried. Everyone needed to cry. Even Price sometimes.

Price wouldn’t pretend to understand what Ghost had gone through, or even how bad it affected him, because he knew he’d be wrong. But, when Simon turned to him with slightly puffy eyes, giving his Captain a nod and a quiet, “thank you.” He smiled, knowing he did something right.

After those instances, he started to notice some changes. Everyone seemed to be acting a bit more casual and chill with him. Striking up small talk, engaging in banter, hell… Even smiling more around him. And like the man he was, he indulged them.

Soap got him small gifts and trinkets as a way to show his gratitude to Price. Perhaps a kind of chocolate he ate when he was younger, that he thought wasn’t being manufactured anymore. He mentioned it in passing, feeling nostalgic. And Soap had found it again.

Gaz began offering to help comfort and calm Price down whenever a mission goes to shite, because that’s the same thing Price had done for him. He offered a shoulder to cry on without judgement, and Gaz wanted to show he’d be there for his Captain as well.

Ghost began to strike up more conversations and show his true colors to Price, after generally being a bit more reserved than anyone else, and it showed Price just how comfortable the other man had become around him, even after just that single interaction.

And all of it, makes him crack a smile.

It frustrated him, why was he like this? He’d made a promise. A promise that he wouldn’t become attached to anyone on this team, that it would remain strictly professional… But he failed. What was wrong with him?

It’s only when 141 plans a surprise for him, does he find out why.

They’d been scheming for ages for the perfect plan, holidays were usually spent working. Whether it be missions, paperwork, training the recruits, they were always busy… But that day, his team had their chance.

Gaz knocked on his office door, gesturing that there was something he needed help with, and Price followed, feeling confused when the other man had brought him into a dimly lit room, was this a trick? A prank? He’d be on his ass if it was…

And then Gaz flipped the light switch, and everything made sense. In front of him were 3 presents (one from each member), a cake, and Soap and Ghost standing there, yelling out, “Happy birthday!”

He stood there stunned for a moment as Gaz chuckled, giving the other man a pat on the shoulder with an eyebrow raised, asking, “So… What do you think? Are you surprised?” He certainly was, he’d forgotten it was his birthday, and he didn’t even realize the others knew.

He continued to stand there shocked before chuckling, a smile creeping onto his lips, he couldn’t express his gratitude properly as an affectionate, “You muppets…” Escaped his lips. And they all celebrated.

It was a small party, sure, but they all had the time of their lives. Bonding, joking, and all around just being happy. Price never could’ve expected this to happen in his over three decades of living, but he could honest to god say… This was the best birthday he could’ve asked for.

And that’s when it hit him, the reason why he was being so affectionate and understanding towards these men, the men he set out to only view as subordinates, and nothing else… He’d always had it in his heart to love ‘em.

He didn’t want to get attached because subconsciously, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle losing them, even if he never got close to them. But… Life has a funny way of twisting fate, so this destiny was his, and he had no choice but to accept it. With open arms might I add.

They were his family now, a family he knew would stick by his side, and always be with him. No matter what came to tear them apart. Rain or shine, life or death, they’d be there to support him until kingdom come…

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A/N: WOOOOOO IT’S DONE!! IT’S OUT!!!! SCREAMS! A lot of this is prolly very very unrealistic but SHHHH LEMME BE AUTISTIC… ty for reading hehe !!

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Fashion Forward || Drabble

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Warnings: uhhh very very slight, lowkey biphobia warning, because some people be weird about bisexual people being bisexual no matter who they date

Wordcount: 1855

Summary: Most fashion rules are suggestions at best, you look your best in things you like to wear. Also when you're dating someone in the public eye do yourself a favor and don't get roped into social media discussions about their love life. Note: according to the interwebs älskade is a swedish equivalent to like, my beloved. Liebling is german for "dear/sweet one" if my memory of the german language is correct.

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On some level she knew scrolling through article upon article speculating on whoever could be the lucky person who had won the heart of the nationwide desired Klavier Gavin, was an absolutely horrendous idea. Still, lunchtime boredom got the better of Mary, and before she knew it even she was suckered in to the rabbit hole of clickbait gossip which each article and theory more outlandish than the last.

Apparently it really didn't take much more than for anyone to stand in his general vicinity to immediately be picked as the potential one who stole him off the dating market. She rolled her eyes when inevitably the gossip machine turned to speculating about her, and not for some actual valid reason as being spotted at the museum or the zoo for one of their dates, oh no, apparently just walking into the district courthouse together with him holding the door open for her was enough.

"Wow so apparently all he has to do to avoid allegations of being with me is slam the front door in my face while I'm trying to hold seven case files at once. Classy," she muttered to herself, clicking on the article none the less and reading the rest of it with a bored expression. She didn't know what possessed her to start reading the handful of comments left under the article. Three of them were just fangirling about their favorite musician, two were apparently upset that Klavier was photographed around the courthouse because it was breaching his privacy after having requested that the press leaves him alone at his other job.

"Oh, come on!" yelled the final commenter, "if he actually bothers to date some chick instead of a hot guy, surely it would be some hot gorgeous gothic bombshell and not Sue the librarian who really thinks she's showing how quirky and fun she is with her lame flame hair."

"Oh, fuck you," Mary huffed out loud at her phone, angrily pushing on the x at the top of the screen to finally snap out of this slew of commentary. She ate her sandwich in quiet, seething annoyance until she caught her reflection in one of the windows of the break room. Her eyes went over the same old turtle neck, red waistcoat and light grey bell bottom jeans she always wore.

... Okay, maybe that comment stung more than she wanted to admit.

She was the first one home, with both of them having decided that they would crash at Klavier's apartment and just spend the evening in watching movies and eating food. After making sure her little pet bird was comfortable in the guest enclosure Klavier had set up for him, Mary wandered off to the bedroom. She looked at herself in the big mirrors set in his wardrobe, the comment reappearing in her mind as she was suddenly fed up with the same old greys and red she always wore. With a deep huff, she tossed his wardrobe open to see if there was anything in there that would turn her into a quote unquote bombshell. Who the hell did Daily Drama user “concertjunkie00s” think they were, calling her boring?!

Taking out a chunk of his clothes, she sprawled them out on the soft satin covers of the bed, shutting the doors to his wardrobe and holding one of the pieces up to her chest. At least like this she wouldn't have to commit to a full wardrobe change herself.

"No. No. Absolutely not," some of the clothes were tossed back on the bed as soon as she didn't like something about them, eventually settling on fishnets all over, with some strapless top covering her chest and some shorts. It didn't even look that bad, really; especially not when she plastered on a heavy smokey eye and a dark red lipstick to finish the look. The real bravery came when she stubbornly willed herself to put on some of his higher shoes. Not his actual high heels or platform boots, because her ankles shook in fear at the mere thought of those. She picked some that added a far more reasonable two inches to her 5'7 frame.

And with that it was a finished look. Mary found herself staring in the mirror, whatever confidence she had stubbornly measured onto herself dissipating by the minute. The mirror was unforgiving, her eyes draw to just about every minuscule detail she didn't like about herself- She jolted a little when a small knock on the bedroom door interrupted her thoughts, looking to see Klavier standing there casually leaning back on the door.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, the tone of his voice soft and warm.

"... Just your girlfriend spiraling off into a fashion crisis," she dryly remarked, trying very hard to ignore the actual honesty of that statement to her before gesturing vaguely at the clothes on the bed, "sorry for the.. hurricane I've seemed to unleash in here."

"Ach, I've seen worse; by my own hands. So, why this sudden switch up?"

".... I don't know. I guess I wanted to.. look and feel the part."

"The part of what?"

"... Your partner."

Klavier raised an eyebrow, not really understanding where all of this was coming from. She didn't have to look any kind of way for him to consider her beautiful. He gave her another look over, noticing how her arms where very obviously draped over parts of her body she didn't actually like to show.

"And how do you actually feel?"

A long silence fell, as Mary stared at her reflection while a deep sense of discomfort and unease seemed to thrash about in her chest, her legs ever so slightly wobbling as even the two inches off the ground made her feel unstable and like she couldn't make out where she was in relation to anything, the arm over her chest making her acutely aware of the strapless bandeau requiring a level of trust in it she didn't have while her eyes started to burn with the threat of tears

"........ Over-exposed."

Klavier let out a soft, sympathetic sigh, casting his gaze down to the floor for a moment to think on what to do next. Clearly she was feeling some kind of way that required comfort and a bit of tact; because he didn't want her to feel like there were no options for her out there if she really wanted to change things up. He shrugged off the jacket he always wore to court, easily draping it over her shoulders. She wasted no time in putting it on properly, buttoning it up just enough so her mind would stop being upset about how much skin she was showing.

"You want in on a fashion secret, sweetheart? It doesn't matter what you wear; it matters how you wear it. If you're not comfortable in revealing clothes, then it'll show nothing but how uncomfortable you are."

"Fine, I'll just zip myself up in the fashion equivalent of a potato sack, then," she grumbled, her upset not directed at him but clearly showing.

"Darling, fashion is not that black and white. I promise you there's plenty of options out there that you will feel amazing in and that will let you shine, without showing the parts of yourself you and I both know you don't like putting on display."

He instinctively reached out and held onto her by her arms as she wobbled backwards on these shoes, gently pulling her towards himself to wrap his arms around her and rest his chin on her shoulder, looking at her reflection.

"...... I just want to look like I belong next to you," she quietly admitted, placing her hands on his arms as she sought a little bit of extra comfort, "instead of some boring-"

"You're not boring," Klavier interrupted, disliking it whenever she felt the need to tear herself down, "where is all of this even coming from?"

".... Comments under some article on Daily Drama.."

"Ach, Mary, that website is even worse than getting involved in the latest twitter comment thread on celebrity drama," and with that he pressed a kiss to her cheek, only letting go of her when she seemed a little more stable on her feet. He went over to the wardrobe, pulling out a few pieces himself, "and if the articles there were true I'd have about four hundred seventy six exes. I can guarantee you I don't have that many by a long run."

He handed her a sleeveless top with a high neckline and some jeans with a fake split on the outside of the legs. She slowly went over to the bed to sit down and take of the shoes, getting back up and deliberately turning her back to him as she still wasn't fully comfortable undressing in front of others.

Even so, she had to admit, she actually liked what she saw when she looked in the mirror, the shirt basically falling like a regular t-shirt while the sleeveless nature of it made it look a lot more playful and the almost corset-esque detailing of the ribbons on the jeans giving the whole thing more edge. She felt her back straighten out a bit more, the difference in body language clear as day even to her.

Klavier just smiled, wrapping an arm around her and pressing another kiss to her cheek.

"You'll always belong next to me, Mary. That has nothing to do with what you wear, or what some random person behind a keyboard thinks you should look like to 'qualify' as my partner. We're together because I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you, dear."

"Mh. With that sorted, I'd love you even more if you sort out the natural disaster you've turned this bedroom into,” he couldn't help but laugh when he felt her elbow him lightly in the side at that comment, a fake offended huff coming from her as his sense of humor did immediately lighten her mood a little.

"I have seen how bad this place gets without my doing, sir," she said, unable to hide the smile on her face and the joy in her voice, "besides, there's something I need to do first."

With that she turned around, draping her arms over his shoulders and easily pulling him in for a kiss while he followed her lead, matching her energy in the kiss and unable to keep himself from lightly smirking as this seemed to be as much as a welcome home kiss as it was a distraction.

"There's no bribing your way out of this one with kisses," he almost purred when they broke apart, "but it's a very tempting strategy."

"Damn, almost had you convinced there, huh?"

"Almost."

She giggled, pressing another soft kiss to his lips and granting herself a moment to just linger in his warm embrace for a little while longer, thinking to herself as she rested her head to his chest.

"Hey, next time I go shopping to update my wardrobe... will you come with me, älskade?"

"Of course, Liebling."

[areseebee]

29. put me down 💕

enclosed is the loosest possible adaptation of this prompt. this is a where's waldo version - see if you can spot where i incorporated the phrase.

and, for context: there's a mention of an OC, liam, erin's now ex-boyfriend at this point in the timeline. this is set a year after the next chapter of someday that hasn't yet been posted so...enjoy a teeny preview of what's to come, i guess!

[in reference to this derry girls writing ask game that i reblogged yesterday]

Erin had been feeling up aubergines when she spotted the two of them across the produce section, sniffing the satsumas. Later she wondered if it had been the sparkle of the ginormous ring on whats-her-name's finger that drew Erin's eye to Liam and his fiancée. It'd been nearly blinding under the market fluorescents.

"That's gorgeous," Erin had politely cooed over the ring before meeting Liam's eye and giving him a very genuine, "Congratulations. I'm so happy for you." 

He had been so pleased with her, she could tell. She was pleasantly surprised that it still meant something to her, to have Liam pleased with her. Liam was good; he made Erin feel good, even when she didn't deserve it. She'd forgotten how nice that had been. But even so – she didn't wish it was her with the ring on her finger.

"Seriously, Michelle. I don't even care. I'm happy for them," Erin said, her mobile wedged between her shoulder and her ear as she put the produce away in her flat a half hour later.

"Please," Michelle scoffed through the phone. "You don't even know how you feel yet.”

"I think I know how I feel.”

“It’s only been a year since you broke up. Did he leave your flat and find the first girl on the street or something? I'm coming over —”

"Michelle —”

"Get ready. Get hot —”

"Jesus stop it, I'm fine —”

"We're going out."

"This is not why I called you."

"Be there in 10.”

And that’s how Erin had ended up, wobbly-legged from too many pink cocktails — or maybe the high fucking heels Michelle had insisted she wear — outside the bar, menthol in hand, while she tried not to listen to Michelle’s late-night phone conversation with her cousin. 

One minute it had been Michelle loudly exclaiming, “Her boyfriend just got engaged, want to help cheer her up?” to the nice looking group of lads who she’d accidentally kept catching eyes with and the next it was Michelle saying, “Who’s calling at this — oh it’s James. Want to go outside for a smoke?”

Michelle had been bickering with him about something for the past five minutes when she’d finally huffed — “I don’t have time for this. I’ve had to piss for an hour. Here — talk to Erin.” And the phone was summarily shoved into Erin’s hands.

Erin stared dumbly down at the phone. The transparent pink case that Michelle had carefully snapped onto the phone, only then to promptly drop it, cracking it, and the wee rainbow phone charm that dangled off the side looked suddenly garish, foreboding.

Erin and James talked. Sort of. They’d given it a couple of half-hearted tries since the year prior. The year prior they’d talked all the time. They’d talked so much she’d even gone and visited him, just her, when he’d been living in Los Angeles.

She’d remembered the relief she’d felt when he’d invited her and she’d accepted — they could still do this. This was going to be fine. This was going to be great.

Well — she’d fucked that up, too.

No wonder James was always dating someone new. Travelling in a foreign place could do a real number on your head; could make everything feel so far away; could make so many things seem possible. And then, before you knew it, you were happily letting yourself be pulled on top of someone on their second-hand sofa and they were peeling your clothes off you. 

It happened. She wished it hadn’t happened with him. It’d been a year and only a few minutes of conversation since and Erin was pretty sure they were totally done for now. There was no coming back.

She held the phone up slowly to her ear and finally said, “Um. Hi! How’s it going?”

“Erin? Hey,” his tinny voice sounded through the phone. “How – things are good? You’re good?”

“Aye. I’m good. And you?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good,” she answered. God. She let her heel grind in the crease of the worn paving bricks under her feet and took a quick, anxious drag.

“Sooo —” she heard his vowels drag out over the line. “It’s — what, it’s a Tuesday? Why are you out so late? It’s late right?”

She laughed. “Aye, it’s late. Too late. Um — well. I ran into Liam today. At the store. By the satsumas. And I met his fiancée. So. Michelle insisted on taking me out.”

James was quiet for a long moment before he said, sounding incredulous, “His fiancée?”

“Aye. She seemed…nice. I don’t know her.”

“It’s been…what, a year?”

“Aye,” Erin said. The word set an edge inside of her. She didn’t want to talk about a year ago. Not right now. Not with James. 

“He moves fast.”

“Yeah. Well. He always knew what he wanted,” Erin said, grinding her heel even deeper into the pavement. Michelle was going to straight up murder her if she ruined them, but Erin couldn’t help it. “And I got a lot of free drinks tonight. So. Guess we both won.”

James huffed out a laugh. “Oh definitely.”

“I’m ready to go home though. Once Michelle gets back. She made me put on this dress. Like — remember eleventh year with the Stars in Their Eyes shite? I actually thought — well it’s like your Posh Spice dress but…short. Can’t do anything in it but stand. It’s a fucking nightmare. Don’t know how she wears stuff like this.”

“Oh. Uh. Yeah. I could see how that would be…uncomfortable,” he said haltingly. And then, “I’m sure you look nice though.”

She felt a flush wash out across her cheeks. This was not what she’d meant for him to say. Stupid. Had he thought that’s what she wanted him to say? God.

“Um. Well. There were the free drinks. So maybe.”

He was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat and said, “Well. That’s great. Cost savings right there.”

She nodded, and then remembered he couldn’t hear her nod and said instead, “You think Michelle fell in?”

“What?”

“The toilet. She’s taking so long.”

“She is definitely not still in the toilet,” he snorted. “You’re gonna go inside, and she’s going to be chatting someone up, and you’ll wonder why the fuck you stood outside waiting for her for so long when you just wanted to find somewhere that would sell you a kebab, and you could have done it an hour ago when the kebab place was still open.”

“That’s — well, a kebab sounds good, but that’s…specific.”

“Personal experience,” he muttered.

“You shouldn’t have waited for so long. You should have gotten your kebab.”

“What can I say? When I say I'll do something, I do it. That includes waiting for people when I say I will,” he said. Erin’s stomach did a little flip. “And I at least think I’ve earned a kebab for it.”

Erin let out a breathy laugh. “Aye. You have. Your kebab, on me. Next time I see you.”

“Good,” he said, sounding earnest. “Good. I — I was thinking of visiting for Christmas this year. If I can. Maybe I could claim my kebab then? If you were ok with it?”

“You don’t need my permission to claim your kebab,” she said, but felt diffuse warmth in her limbs at the idea. Finally. He hadn’t been back for ages. Finally.

“Just didn’t want to spring it on you.”

“You can spring it on me anytime,” she replied easily. “Oh. Er. Your visits home, I mean.”

“Right. Right, no I know what you mean,” he answered just as quickly. “Um. So — who’s this fiancée of Liam’s?”

“Oh. Um. Laura? Laura something? MacConnell? MacDermott? I forget. I was too blinded by the giant rock on her finger to catch it.”

“That big?”

“Huge. Ugly. I want to know if he picked it out. Because — you know — bullet dodged. If so.”

“Right. Right. You’d want something simple, probably. But pretty.”

“Aye,” Erin all but breathed out. “That’s — that’s what I’d want.”

“MacDermott you said? Belfast, right?”

“Aye?”

“I think I found her.”

“Found her – ?”

“I looked her up. On Facebook.”

“On — James. What —”

“Red hair?”

“Yes, but —”

“Works for Queens it says. Does she work for Queens?”

“We didn’t get that far —”

“Oh God.”

“What?”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I…may have accidentally poked her.”

“You what? James!”

“It might not even be her! It could be a totally different Laura MacDermott who lives in Belfast and has red hair and —”

“Unpoke her, James!”

“Hold on, gonna put you down for a sec.” Erin heard a clatter — presumably James clumsily dropping his phone on the nearest surface. Then, she heard another distant, “Oh God.”

“James, pick the phone back up right now.”

She waited with bated breath, both heels grinding into the ground below her. After what felt like minutes, he picked it up again. 

“Um. So. In my endeavour to unpoke, I may have — accidentally, it was an accident — sent her a friend request.”

“What is wrong with you? You need to be banned from the internet. From — from life. We can’t be friends anymore, I’m sorry. Irresponsible. Totally irresponsible.”

“To be fair to me, I’m actually quite good with technology! Just — just cameras are a different kind of thing, Erin.”

“Clearly. A camera is just buttons and shit and — you can’t just push any old button on a computer, James.”

“Well it usually is fine, right?”

“I don’t even know what to say. Kebab rescinded. No more kebabs.”

“Hey! I — well I can still come back, right? For Christmas? I already know what I’m getting you and —”

She perked up immediately, Laura MacDermott forgotten. “You do? What is it?”

“Well I can’t tell you —”

“Sure you can.”

“This is just like you —”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t tell me you’ve gotten me a gift six months before I get to receive it!”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Anticipation. Delayed gratification.”

Erin rolled her eyes. She wished he could hear that through the phone. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Otherwise you won’t want to see me.”

“Don’t be stupid,” she repeated.

“I know you like a good gift.”

“I’ll tell you what’s a good gift: coming home a little more –”

“You’re still out here?” Michelle said, barrelling around the corner and stopping short at Erin leaning back against the wall of the bar behind her. “You’ll never believe who I just met inside – a total ride. He says he likes blondes. Come on.”

Erin indicated to the phone in her hand and hissed, “I’m still talking to James.”

“We’re busy, dicko! Erin has to find someone to go home with,” Michelle called jovially into the phone that Erin was still clutching to her ear.

“Oh! Uh –” Erin could hear James stammer through the phone.

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to infuse true apology into just the two words all while gesturing at Michelle to just wait, just one second. “I – yeah, I should go. But. Just — call me ok? Call me more often. I want to hear from you, I want to talk, I want — I want to be friends. Ok? Promise? Call me.”

“Um. Yeah. I promise. I will. If you want me to,” he said.

“I want you to,” she answered.

The day after next, he called.

[magician-kitty]

Um, Lucky Prince?

Red Son yawned as he stared at his computer screen, more work and new blueprints for a new invention. He groaned as his head dropped, smacking it against his desk. The searing pain he felt in his forehead drew a hiss from the fire demon.

All work and no play makes this prince a dull demon.

Suddenly, the sound of a melody broke the prince out of his thoughts. Curious, Red Son pushed open the window to find the source of the music. His green eyes widened as he spotted MK with her staff, and her phone blasting jazz music.

I got a guy who's always late. Anytime we have a date. But I love him. Yes, I wanna ask them...

Is you is, or is you ain't my baby? The way you're acting lately makes me doubt~

'What in the world is she doing?' He wondered, the fire prince watched in the doorway as she continued to sang her heart out. She climbed up the extended pole as if hoisted her up in front of his window. An amused grin creeped up on his face. She leaned her forearms on the rails, wiggling her eyebrows.

You is still my baby, baby. It would seem my flame in your heart's done gone out.

A guy is a creature that has always been strange

Just when you're sure of what you'll find

He's gone and made a change

Is you is or is you ain't my baby?

Maybe baby's found somebody new

Or is my baby still my baby true?

MK leaned in closer, lips nearly inches apart. Then she felt a finger on her lips and was lightly pushed back. "Dearest, not that I don't mind this but, what exactly are you doing?"

MK blinked, completely thrown off by her boyfriend's question. "Uh, I was being romantic? And I thought I'd drop by and bring you lunch." The mortal blushed a bit and held up a plastic bag.

Red looked curiously at the lunch she'd brought him. He takes the bag from her as and peeks in it. A container of Pigsy's Noodles; the spicy kind, along with Creamy Custard Buns.

His bull ears flickered as a steam went off in his ears. "You made all this for me?"

She nodded.

Red Son stared in surprise at the thoughtful gesture, completely taken aback. After collecting himself, Red Son spoke.

"Thank you so much." Red Son replied, smiling. up. He walked back over to MK, grinning flirtatiously. "Would you...like to come in? By parents are not home." He asked.

MK flushed pink, her lips quivering. He was about to answer when a pair of soft warm lips collided with his. She climbed into his bedroom, closing his window behind her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ahh...Oooh~"

"Do you like that, my dear?~" Red Son smirked against her thighs, he only got a moan as a response.

"Yes...Yes..~"

"Well then, would you like this?" The sound of licking noises can be heard, and a loud gasp. "Red Son, oh. Ohhh...~"

Guessing by the sound MK's moaning, the fire user was good at what he's doing.

"Son! We're home!"

You can practically hear a record scratch in the background. The insistent voice of the Ex- Celestial finally snapped the couple out of their lustful haze. Red Son shot up from between his lover's thighs, eyes wide. His frizzled and wearing only his black turtleneck. He cast an alarmed glance to the bedroom door.

His parents were home!

"Oh shit!"

"Baby..." MK whined, pouting at the loss of his skilled tongue and soon to be orgasm.

"It's my parents!" Red Son shoved her down in a state of panic, frantically tried to fix himself up and getting his trousers up. "This is bad! What will they think if they find me here like this with you?"

MK propped herself up, her hair a complete mess, wearing nothing but a black bra while smiling goofily. "Um...Lucky prince?"

"Be serious, Xiaotian!" He shouted quietly, almost throttling the dazed girl as he tried to find her clothes.

"Quick! Before they come!"

"Hand me my jacket!"

"Where are my pants?"

"Quick, hurry!"

"Son, are you in here? Your mother wishes to-" Demon Bull King entered his son's room, froze at what he saw.

MK's stomach dropped and Red Son froze in horror at the position they were in. MK was sitting on top on Red Son, both him and her clothes are halfway on, yet still messy. She was positioned between his legs while the he was on bottom.

"Father! This...Isn't what it looks like?" Red Son grinned nervously.

The next thing she knows that she's being chased down the fortress by a pissed off father.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THIEF!"

"I'm sorry you had to see that!"

"Father wait!"

[nicos-archive]

Same as before but happier

Angsty version

Darla was technically covering up more skin than usual, yet somehow it felt like she was covering less than usual. Which was saying something considering she usually only wore a top that covered her chest solely and shorts. It was a gamble if she would bother to wear stockings but, she at least wore a jacket that covered what her cropped shirt didn’t. Maybe that was the real issue, she wasn’t wearing a jacket. Today she had a date, so she wanted to look especially cute for them. They had been dating a couple of months now but, already, she went through every combination of date clothes she owned and had to buy more.

The weather was nice out, so she decided to wear a white crop top. This one was a bit different from the kind she usually wore. It was tight around her chest, which made her a bit self-conscious. She didn’t have a big chest to fill it out after all, and while her shoulders were exposed there were sleeves. They flared out at the end, giving her a similar feel to her jacket sleeves. 

Her stomach was still exposed like usual but, for once, her thighs were covered. Wearing a tight high-waisted skirt that stopped just above the knee. She really hopped she would get a compliment from her beloved. Especially since she even put on makeup this time. She even did something different with her hair. Leaving some of her natural curl in a way that she hopped they would find cute.

She showed up at their meeting spot only to find her date already waiting for her.

“Sorry, for being late.” She apologized, assuming she got the time wrong.

“No, I’m sorry. I showed up a little too early. I was excited to see you. You look great, by the way.” He complimented her easily.

Even now, being complimented like that made her face heat up. So, flustered, she almost didn’t hear them when he asked if she was ready. She nods her head as soon as the words register.

He takes a step forward just to kiss her forehead before grabbing her hand and entwining their fingers. 

Even though he’s done that countless times to her already, her heart skips a beat. She fell in love with them for their kind personality, but she never expected them to be so affectionate when they started going out. She couldn’t complain, though. Not with how happy it made her. 

The rest of the date went on without a hitch. He wasn’t much of a thrill seeker like her yet still went on every roller coaster she wanted. They took a small break to eat and let their stomachs settle before the worst scenario could play out.

It gave them a chance to ride some of the less intense rides and take a couple of photos. He surprised her once as he snapped a pic as he kissed her on the cheek. She was a little embarrassed that she still blushed over things like that, but he seemed to love it with the way it became his new phone wallpaper. 

She wasn’t going to admit it, but she really liked that photo too. After that, they kept their PDA to simple hand holding, but she really didn’t mind. She would be too embarrassed to do much more in public anyway. 

They stayed until the park closed. Mostly so they could see the fireworks together. Darla had been busy looking up at the sky when she felt a tap on the shoulder. Looking over at her date, only for them to capture her lips in a kiss.

They even wrapped their arms around her and held her close. She really couldn’t find it in herself to pull away, and instead kissed them back and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. After that, she let them deepen the kiss.

She’s pretty sure she’s never been kissed like this before. Even though usually this would embarrass her, she got too carried away to care. 

When they finally pulled apart, he just held her and smiled.

“Do I have something on my face?” Darla questioned. After all, he was staring at her pretty intensely.

“Let’s get married.”

“What?!” She immediately pulled away. It’s not like she was against marriage but, this was way too soon! Before she could start to spiral, a soft laugh broke her thoughts.

“Sorry, I just wanted to mess with you a bit.”

“Ugh. I seriously hate you!”