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seungrem · 3 months

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Huening Kai & Yeonjun x m!reader

‘Feel Good’ ~*+

summary: male!reader joins txt on a beach vacation, finding himself attracted to two of its members. Pursued by kai and yeonjun in both the past and present, he struggles to finally choose an idol.

( overview: staff or 6th member!reader (not specified), idol!kai & yeonjun, love triangle trope, whirlwind romance!yeonjun, shy crush!kai, asshole!yeonjun & possessive!kai, smut w both - bttm!reader, ends w both )

( warnings, some nsfw: slight PDA, arguing, very light physical altercation, slut shaming, getting caught, 3sum, manhandling, lack of self respect, teasing/jealously )

emoji theme:

🌿 ( long story - around 6k words )

-🧸 ( tiny fluff crumbs )

+🫧 ( angst- arguing, pushing, indecisiveness, etc. )

❄️ ( +18, minors DNI, yk how this goes )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Flowing smoothly across the beach on a cloudy summer morning, a light breeze lifts the shirts of three boys. They lie on sandy towels, talking amongst themselves. Reserved, their private seaside sat in front of their two-story, navy blue beach house. A long, white ramp followed the side of the small cliff in which the house sat on, it settling into the sand. The beach itself was around 30ft of land that lead into a vast, turquoise ocean. Without a care in the world, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun sat, awaiting their friends in the crisp beach air.

After a world tour for their most recent album, the group was given the opportunity to take a break- them desiring a change of scenery. Per their request, the group and their manager asked that ☁️ join them on their trip despite his busy schedule. Of course, ☁️ agreed. He loved the boys’ company, and the boys loved him. A few, quite literally- and a lot more than the others.

Kai and ☁️ were hunched over the kitchen island making sandwiches for everyone. Demanding that Kai wasn’t to touch anything sharp or dangerous, ☁️ did the slicing while Kai put all the ingredients into the sandwiches. The two were relatively quiet, but that was due to it being 9:30 in the morning. Kai was always taciturn and slow in the morning so ☁️ knew to leave him alone.

The small kitchen was filled with sounds of chopping until Kai decided that he wanted a break. He looked over to ☁️ and stared at him, the boy then rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Hey ☁️, isn’t that Yeonjun’s shirt? Why are you wearing it?” Kai spoke in a sleepy tone, though upon turning to face the boy, ☁️ saw his eyes spark of exasperation.

“I found it in my room and wore it last night. I didn’t really think twice about it.” ☁️ stopped cutting slices of tomato to give Kai his attention. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“I guess not. I could’ve given you something to wear.” Kai said sluggishly, walking over to ☁️ and wrapping his arms around the boy’s body. He rested his chin on top of ☁️’s head as the boy began to start cutting the tomato again.

The beach house’s first floor has an open concept- the living room, dining room, and kitchen being one big room separated by archways. A guest room was also located on the first floor, though it had a door and its own bathroom. That was ☁️’s room, it in-between the kitchen and staircase.

☁️ watched out of the corner of his eye as Yeonjun walked out of his (☁️’s) room. Holding a few pieces of clothing, he strolled into the living room. Kai was completely oblivious, seeming to have fallen asleep holding ☁️.

After a few more minutes of cutting some fruits, ☁️ was done. He stood still as to not disturb Kai, ☁️ rubbing Kai’s hands as an indication that he needed to get going. Kai trudged over to the unfinished sandwiches as Yeonjun jauntily approached ☁️. Noticing a grin on his face, ☁️ sighed.

“Last night was fun.” Yeonjun teased as he laid a kiss on the boy’s neck. He walked over to the fridge still smirking, grabbing a container of orange juice.

Kai quickly turned his body toward ☁️, the spark in his eyes reigniting.

“What’d you do last night?” Kai asked innocently, though ☁️ could tell he was getting upset. ☁️ reached out to the boy, but he stormed past him and walked down the hall.

“Kai, wait.”

☁️ could feel Yeonjun’s grin behind him.

“Not sure what’s up with you two recently..”

☁️ spun around, his tone overflowing with irritation. “Why’d you say that? You know he’s sensitive.”

“Cause. It was fun.” Yeonjun said smiling.

“If you’re going to tell people what we do then.. we can’t do this anymore.” He stared at Yeonjun, who responded by scowling. ☁️ rolled his eyes and began to walk after Kai.

“It’s not my fault you keep leading him on.”

☁️ paused, turning to face the boy once again. “Who told you that? I like him, honestly. Things are just, really slow right now.”

Yeonjun shrugged, sipping his orange juice as if no harm had been done.

☁️ walked down the hallway and turned to the steps. After walking up, he reached the Kai’s room- the first door to the left. ☁️ knocked lightly. After not hearing a response, he opened the door. Kai laid on his plushie-filled bed, his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

“Kai..” ☁️ called out, tip-toeing into his room. Kai didn’t respond until ☁️ walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge beside him.

“I thought that I made it so obvious that I liked you.. Do you feel the same way?” Kai lifted his body up on his bed to sit, giving his attention to ☁️.

“Of course I do. Things are just really complicated with..”

“Yeonjun?”

“I was going to say work, but that too.”

“So do you like him more than me?”

“You’re much sweeter.”

☁️ climbed next to Kai, placing his head on the boy’s chest. Kai responded by wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulder.

“So why do you still entertain him?” Kai asked, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

“I’m not sure.”

The two remained silent for a few seconds before Kai exhaled heavily.

“So you like me, but not enough to stop sleeping with Yeonjun?”

“Kai, I’m not-”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t. You’re wearing his clothes, letting him kiss your neck. He’s sleeping in your room, basically admitting to-”

“Kai.. I’m sorry. It’s complicated.”

“Then you two can be complicated together.” Kai said as he removed his arm from around ☁️’s shoulder, softly pushing him to the edge of the bed.

“I..”

The boy closed his eyes as he placed his hands under his head once again.

“I’ll be outside soon.”

☁️ sighed and slid off of the bed. He walked out of the room, down the stairs, and back to the kitchen, where Yeonjun had placed the sandwiches and sliced fruits in plastic bags.

“Guessing your talk didn’t go as you planned.” Yeonjun thought out loud, not taking his eyes off of the bags he was preparing.

“I was honest with him, for the most part.”

“What’d he say?” Yeonjun asked as he placed the bags into a dark blue cooler.

“He doesn’t want to be near me right now. I told him things are complicated and he asked if I liked him or you better.”

Yeonjun closed the lid and looked over at ☁️. “What’d you say?”

“I liked him more. I don’t think he believed me.”

“How could he when he knows you sit on me every night. Why lie to him?”

“Stop. I’m not lying, I think you’re an asshole compared to him.”

“You’re probably right, but you still like me.” Yeonjun grabbed the cooler’s handle and motioned for ☁️ to follow him. “They’ve waited long enough though.”

☁️ walked to the backdoor, opening it for Yeonjun as he dragged the cooler through. The two followed the ramp down to where the three boys sat. Taehyun turned around, acknowledging the two with a wave.

☁️ watched as the four boys ran into the water despite the cloudy sky and light breeze. Picking at the fruits in his bag, he laid on his stomach. He felt sand land on his towel and feet only a few seconds after.

“Sorry.”

Kai laid his towel down next to ☁️’s, climbing on it immediately after. As Kai laid on his stomach as well, ☁️ noticed his white flannel with navy shorts.

“You’re okay.” ☁️ responded, looking over at him.

The two watched the others in silence until Kai turned his attention to ☁️.

“I’ve decided not to be mad about you and Yeonjun.”

☁️ was shocked by his statement, turning to look back at him.

“How come?”

“We’re not dating. We’re not doing anything. I shouldn’t be mad.” Kai remained expressionless, him turning his attention back to the boys in the water.

“Well, I’d like to do.. something.” ☁️ thought about it, quickly looking around. “We should go out and do something fun together.”

Kai hesitated to respond, though it wasn’t initially obvious. “Would you let me do what he does?”

“What do you mean?” ☁️ asked, continuing his gaze on the boy. He watched as Kai returned his gaze, looking out into the water where the boys were now splashing each other.

“Would you let me touch you like he does?”

☁️ raised an eyebrow at the question. “Is that the fun thing you wanted to do together?”

“You and Yeonjun do it. Why can’t we?” Kai locked eyes with ☁️, though his dull tone didn’t change.

“I thought you wanted to be.. more than that.” ☁️ stared into Kai’s eyes as he did the same.

“I do. But we aren’t anything, yet.”

“Exactly. Wouldn’t you want to wait?”

Kai shook his head, returning his gaze back to the boys.

“Oh… ok.” ☁️ responded, doing the same.

“So, yes?”

“Mm, I’ll think about it.”

☁️ rolled onto his back as the clouds parted ways with the sun, the beach becoming illuminated by its light. Closing his eyes, the boy heard two of the idols run back to their towels, one of them unintentionally dripping water onto ☁️ as they sat down. The other two seemed to slowly follow behind, talking as they did so.

“Are you going in?” Soobin sat on his towel beside ☁️, crossing his legs. ☁️ opened his eyes, turning to face the boy. Beomgyu eavesdropped behind the two.

“Maybe..”

“Hyuka is. Why don’t you go with him? The water’s nice.”

☁️ looked over his shoulder to see Kai’s towel vacant. The boy was standing up to his ankles in the water, seemingly admiring the view. ☁️ turned back toward Soobin and nodded, him then standing up.

“Hey Yeonjun, fight back.” Beomgyu looked over to Yeonjun, laughing obnoxiously. As Yeonjun lunged at him, he fell into Soobin, who pushed him into the sand. ☁️ laughed, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Soobin, who smiled in response.

☁️ could hear Yeonjun yelling behind him as he turned around. The sand was soft under his feet as he walked, though it gradually became cooler and more compact. Eventually, ☁️ stepped into the fresh water as it receded back into the ocean, slightly suctioning his feet under the sand as he continued deeper. As he stood beside Kai, he wondered why the boy wasn’t acknowledging him.

“Kai,”

The boy turned his head, clearly surprised.

“Hi. Do you want to go deeper?”

☁️ looked at his toes under the clear blue water, the sun now illuminating the sea.

“Not really.. but if you want to I will.”

Kai grabbed ☁️’s wrist, pulling him farther into the water. The ocean rose higher up ☁️’s body as the two stepped further, waves crashing into the two as they proceeded. Now soaked, ☁️ stopped as the water level was equal to his collarbone.

“Why’d you stop?” Kai asked, tugging at the boy’s wrist.

“We’re too deep.”

“Come here.”

Kai grabbed ☁️’s waist from under the water, slowly moving the boy close to him.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

☁️ wrapped his arms and legs around Kai, getting nervous. The four boys on the beach were as small as ants at this point, and who knew what was lurking in the water.

“Kai, don’t go further. We’re too far.”

“I got you, though. I can swim.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

☁️ turned around, watching as the water in the distance rose. Their bodies began moving farther out, the ocean sucking them under a large swell.**

** Swell: A traveling wave that hasn’t broken the ocean’s surface tension yet, thus making it a moving dome.

☁️ felt Kai kick his legs to keep them afloat, but the swell had engulfed over them. Kai pushed the boy upwards, ☁️’s head and shoulders back above the water. Kai followed directly after, gripping ☁️’s lower back and pushing them together. He coughed a bit, then shook his head to get the hair out of his face. The two stared at each other, Kai laughing out of embarrassment.

“Sorry..” Kai looked up at ☁️ with puppy eyes, water dripping down his face and neck.

“I thought you got me.”

“I did. You just distracted me.”

“How?” ☁️ furrowed his eyebrows at the comment, holding onto Kai as the two floated over another swell.

“‘Cause you’re pretty.” Kai held eye contact with ☁️, the boy melting under his touch despite the ocean water’s coolness.

“You’re pretty, too.” ☁️ whispered, tightening his arms around Kai’s neck. Kai leaned his head forward as ☁️ did the same, the two locking lips. ☁️ could taste the ocean’s salt on the boy’s lips as he brushed his fingers along the boy’s hair. Kai’s hands traveled down to ☁️’s waist then hips, ultimately settling on the boy’s ass. ☁️ stuck his tongue into Kai’s mouth as they made out, Kai reacting by gripping the boy’s cheeks and doing the same. ☁️’s legs tightened around Kai’s hips as his growing bulge brushed against the boy’s stomach. Another swell brushed over their shoulders, though Kai kept them afloat.

Kai pulled away from ☁️ as another swell approached the two, it much bigger than the last few. Grabbing ☁️’s hands from around his neck, Kai lifted them to float over the wave.

“I can’t keep kicking, let’s head back.”

☁️ looked around Kai’s head to see that they were farther from shore than they had originally been. He grabbed Kai’s arm, the two riding the waves back to where they could stand. As ☁️ felt sand under his feet, he exhaled, out of breath.

The two slowly trudged through the water as waves splashed against their backs. Side by side, they walked out of the water and into the sand’s warmth. Their steps stained the beige sand brown as ocean water dripped down their bodies. ☁️ looked over to Kai, who held his hands in front of his crotch.

“Does this mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” ☁️ said teasingly, pointing down there.

Kai glanced over at ☁️, smiling at the comment as they arrived to their towels.

“Why’d you guys go so far out?” Beomgyu asked, him lying on his back. ☁️ sat down on his towel as Kai laid on his stomach.

“He wanted to.” ☁️ responded, looking up at the sun. The sun was now bright and sending extensive amounts of warmth to the Earth as the clouds disappeared.

“I’m glad we did.” Kai whispered, turning his head to look at ☁️.

☁️ smiled and rolled his eyes, whispering back. “I’m sure you are.”

“Are you trying to make me look bad?”

Yeonjun stood in front of ☁️ after the others had walked inside.

“I’m not trying to do anything.” ☁️ attempted to walk around Yeonjun, but he stepped in front of him again.

“We all saw you and Kai in the water. The hell were you thinking?” Yeonjun took a step forward with vindictive, maniacal tone. His face displayed his rage- an eyebrow raised and nose scrunched.

“Why’re you mad? Nobody else seemed to care.” ☁️ asked innocently, placing a hand on Yeonjun’s arm and trying to move around him again. Yeonjun grabbed ☁️’s arm back in response, shoving the boy’s body against the beach house’s blue exterior. Yeonjun stood in front of ☁️, both hands on his sides as to not allow him to move.

“Everyone knows you’re mine. You can’t just-”

“I was never yours. You told me to stop leading him on, didn’t you?”

“Not at the expense of that ass.” Yeonjun mumbled, gazing at the boy he had pinned against the wall.

“All we ever did was f-”

“So?”

“So.. I guess it’s time we moved on. You should move on.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

☁️ looked at Yeonjun in confusion as the boy removed his hands from the wall. Yeonjun stood expressionless, motioning his hands over to the door beside them.

“What?” ☁️ furrowed his eyebrows as he remained with his back against the wall. Yeonjun didn’t respond, choosing to stare at the boy instead. ☁️ nodded and mouthed an ‘okay..’ as he stepped aside and opened the door, Yeonjun following close behind.

☁️ glanced behind him as he walked across the living room and to his bedroom, again with Yeonjun close behind him. Beomgyu and Taehyun watched from the kitchen, ☁️ not acknowledging them. As he reached the door, ☁️ turned around.

“What’re you doing?” ☁️ questioned, though Yeonjun ignored him. As ☁️ was about to turn around, Yeonjun grabbed his arm and opened the room door, forcing him in. ☁️ stumbled in as Yeonjun closed and then locked the door behind them. ☁️ fell onto his knees right in front of his bed. Looking up, he was met by Kai’s angry expression. ☁️ quickly turned around, watching as Yeonjun turned to face him.

“What the hell? Why’re you in here?” Yeonjun jumped as he noticed Kai sitting on ☁️’s bed.

“Why are you in here?” Kai asked, looking down at ☁️. “Why’s he in here, ☁️?” He murmured, ☁️ shrugging in response.

“‘Cause we were gonna talk. Without you.”

“Did you have to push me?” ☁️ asked, standing up and sitting next to Kai.

“Kai, get out.” Yeonjun said, using his thumb to point behind him.

“☁️, do you want me to get out?” Kai bantered, turning his head from ☁️ back to Yeonjun.

“No, just say what you were gonna say.” ☁️ said, looking at Yeonjun.

“Fine, I’ll just go.” Yeonjun threw his hands up, turning around and grabbing the doorknob.

“Wait! Just tell me.” ☁️ pleaded.

“Okay, I’ll whisper it.” Yeonjun said, motioning the boy to come over to him. ☁️ walked over, standing in front of him with his head to the side. Yeonjun leaned down slightly, placing his head in the space between ☁️’s neck and shoulder. As ☁️ waited for Yeonjun to begin, he felt a pair of lips land on his skin and start sucking. ☁️ felt his bulge grow as he pushed Yeonjun away.

“You asshole.” ☁️ said discreetly covering his boner with his hand.

“When he doesn’t feel as good as I do, just call me.” Yeonjun whispered, him then grinning at a visibly angry Kai. He left the room, satisfied, as ☁️ turned to face the boy on the bed. Kai simply stared at ☁️, his expression monotone.

“Sorry, I didn’t think-”

“Do you think I’d make you feel good?”

☁️ was taken aback by his question, though Kai’s expression remained unfazed. The boy trudged over to the bed, sitting next to Kai while still covering his hard spot.

“You know, that’s not really something you ask someone.”

“You also aren’t supposed to sleep with your friends. But you do.”

“Why’re you being sassy?” ☁️ rolled his eyes and climbed onto his bed. Resting his head on the pillows, he pulled his phone from out of his pocket. ☁️ brought his knees up, placing his feet flat on the bed as he replied to messages. With his phone over his face, he watched Kai climb over to him from under the screen. Kai placed a hand on each of the boy’s ankle moving them to the side. He placed his head in between the boys legs, continuing up his body. ☁️ finally gave the boy his attention once Kai popped his head in between ☁️ and his phone, then resting his face on ☁️’s chest. Kai pushed his arms under ☁️’s back, hugging him. ☁️ smiled to himself, placing his phone down and playing with the boy’s hair.

“Answer my question..” Kai purred as he laid in between the boy’s legs.

☁️ huffed. “You already did. Remember?”

“You mean in the water?”

“Mhm.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because, that was only for a second.”

☁️ didn’t respond, continuing to play with the boy’s hair. After impatiently waiting, Kai looked up expectantly.

“Why are you so caught up on it?” ☁️ asked, rolling his eyes. Kai removed an arm from under him, turning his body to place a finger on ☁️’s bulge- it still hard. He looked up and smiled.

“I just wanna take care of you.”

“Do you?” ☁️ asked sarcastically, pushing the boy’s finger off of his shorts.

“I do.” Kai stated, his cool tone sending a shiver down ☁️’s spine.

“Come here.” ☁️ instructed, softly grabbing Kai’s chin and leading it to his. Kai climbed over the boy’s body, their faces now inches apart. The window behind them displayed beams of orange sunlight, illuminating Kai’s features. ☁️ smiled at the boy in front of him, watching as his dark figure transformed into one of glowing orange.

☁️ pulled Kai’s chin once again, this time directing the boy’s lips to his own. Kai readjusted his form, forcing his hips in between ☁️’s legs and placing his hands on each side of the boy’s shoulders. ☁️ reacted by wrapping an arm around the boys neck, which resulted in their kiss becoming deeper. Kai’s bulge began growing in between ☁️’s legs, him thrusting harshly as the two continued to pull on each other’s tongues. ☁️ couldn’t help but moan between each thrust as his body began to warm up. Kai pulled away and tugged at ☁️’s shirt.

“Take it off.” Kai demanded, taking his own shirt off- it revealing his smooth pecs.

“Since when were you assertive?” ☁️ laughed slowly pulling his shirt off.

Kai smiled, diving into the boy’s neck. ☁️ moaned loudly as Kai began kissing and biting the boy’s skin. Rubbing his hands through Kai’s body and hair, ☁️ wrapped his legs around the boy’s waist.

After a few seconds, Kai placed both hands on ☁️’s waist, falling backward. ☁️ now sat on top of Kai’s boner, the boy under him grinning.

“Now the pants.” Kai cooed, helping the boy remove his pants and underwear. Kai then directed the boy’s head down to his torso, ☁️ placing kisses over his abdomen. “It’s all yours.”

☁️ smiled at the comment, climbing up to his pecs. He placed his tongue along them, Kai’s hand moving to the back of ☁️’s head. He slowly moved the boy’s head down to his hips, ☁️ slowly pulling his pants down and off of his body. Throwing them aside, he ran his hand along Kai’s long length. Kai pushed ☁️’s head down onto his underwear, the boy softly biting the boner through the material.

It didn’t take long for ☁️ to place his fingers on the waistband, pulling the underwear down to reveal Kai’s length. He didn’t expect to get smacked in the face by it, which caused Kai to laugh softly. He guided ☁️’s head to it, the boy opening his mouth and taking it in. ☁️ began bobbing his head slowly, using his tongue to add another sensation. Kai threw his head back, gradually pushing the boy’s head deeper and deeper onto his dick. After a few of his own thrusts, ☁️ began to gag.

“Sorry..” Kai whispered, quickly pulling the boy’s head off of his length. ☁️ wiped the saliva from his lips, watching as Kai repositioned himself to kneel in front of him.

“Get down.” Kai instructed again, shoving the boy down beside him. He moved behind ☁️, both of their backs against the window and facing the door. The sun’s orange light faded out of view as it succumbed to the earth below, leaving the two with the moon’s soft glow instead.

Kai slapped his length as few times against ☁️’s ass as he arched his back. Brushing against Kai’s pelvis area, ☁️ felt a liquid drip down his asshole, a pair of fingers then entering him. ☁️ gasped at the sudden sensation, Kai continuing to roughly move his fingers in and out. Whimpering from the pain, ☁️ placed his head into his crossed arms, muffling his cries. Kai slowed down eventually, pulling his fingers out and rubbing ☁️’s ass.

“Condom, right?” He asked, ☁️ turning around to watch him grab something from the nightstand behind them.

“Yeah. Did you bring one knowing I’d let you do this?” ☁️ muttered, embarrassed.

“No, this stuff is yours. From the nightstand’s drawer.”

“You went through my stuff?”

“Just your nightstand.” Kai said without much emotion, tugging on his dick. “Ready?”

☁️ sighed and whispered a ‘yeah,’ lowering his head back down on the bed. Kai placed his hand on the boy’s head once again, placing his hips a few inches away from ☁️’s ass. After stroking a few more times, Kai slowly put the tip in, making ☁️ yelp softly. After he continued inching his dick inside, he placed his other hand on ☁️’s waist. Kai groaned softly as ☁️ tightened around him.

He steadily moved his hips back and forth, letting ☁️ adjust to his length as the boy continued to whine. Kai’s hands were on each side of ☁️’s waist now, picking up his speed as he thrusted his entire length in. Kai kept a steady pace shoving his length in and out, ☁️’s head practically hanging off of the edge of the bed.

The creak of the turning doorknob caused Kai to stop, the two of them looking up in horror as the door swung open.

“You little slut..” Yeonjun’s eyes were wide open, obviously surprised to see ☁️ getting fucked from behind by Kai. The two were too shocked to speak or move, watching as Yeonjun closed the door behind him, then locking it. He wore a plain white tee with striped pajama pants, his hair wet and pushed out of his face.

“I can’t believe you’d let him of all people get it.” Yeonjun gritted his teeth, turning back around to the two.

“Fuck off, Yeonjun.” Kai spewed his words, them dripping with anger.

Yeonjun approached ☁️, who was still hot and softly whimpering. He moved his crotch inches away from ☁️’s head, him then placing a hand behind the boy’s neck. Yeonjun grinned at Kai as ☁️ reached over and tugged at the boy’s pants.

“I usually sneak down here around this time. Do you want me to go, ☁️?”

☁️ shook his head, him then turning to Kai. “You’re doing really good, do you mind if he joins?”

Kai looked over to Yeonjun, whose grin turned into a grimace.

“..No.” Kai said gripping ☁️’s ass as he slowly began moving his hips again.

Quick to help ☁️ pull his pants down, Yeonjun smacked his boner onto the boy’s face. Yeonjun often snuck down without underwear, making their nighttime routine more convenient. ☁️ grabbed ahold of Yeonjun’s long length, but struggled to put it in his mouth as Kai increased his thrust speed, rocking the boy’s body.

“This guy..” Yeonjun murmured, gripping ☁️’s face and shoving his dick into the boy’s mouth. Yeonjun and Kai both moved their hips back and forth with velocity. ☁️ began tearing up due to the excessive pain, though pleasure didn’t linger too far behind.

After a minute, Yeonjun yanked ☁️ forward, making Kai’s dick fall out of ☁️’s ass. ☁️ caught his breath, wiping the tears falling from his face.

“The hell?” Kai said, inching up to ☁️’s ass again.

“It’s my turn.” Yeonjun stated, pushing ☁️ onto his back. “Hand me a condom.”

“Get it yourself.”

“I’ll put my dick in your boyfriend raw.” Yeonjun smiled, watching as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed him a condom and the bottle of lube. “Wouldn’t be the first time..” Yeonjun mumbled.

“Stop. We haven’t done that.” ☁️ huffed, still lying on his back. He looked at Yeonjun, and then to Kai, who practically sat over him. ☁️ began stroking Kai’s cock as it hung over his face, Kai smiling. After a few seconds, Yeonjun lifted the boy’s legs over his shoulders, him then aggressively tapping his cock on ☁️’s ass. He poured liquid onto his hands, spreading it over his dick and ☁️’s hole. It didn’t take long for him to shove it into ☁️, groaning loudly as he did so.

“You’re so tight even though Kai should’ve stretched you out.” Yeonjun said, grunting as he sent slow, yet powerful thrusts into ☁️’s hole. “Says a lot.”

“Shut up, Ye-” ☁️ was interrupted as Kai shoved his dick into the boy’s mouth. Kai turned his body to the side, lifting ☁️’s head so that he could fuck into it.

Yeonjun began picking up speed, claps filling the room alongside ☁️’s muffled moans. With a tight grip on the boy’s legs, he leaned forward, shoving his dick as deep as he could. ☁️ yelled out in response, practically choking on Kai’s dick. All he could do was stroke his own and grip the sheets around him.

As ☁️ felt his rush climaxing, Kai yanked his dick out of the boy’s mouth. He then pulled him further onto the bed, and on top of him. Kai laid on his back, quickly leading the boy onto his dick. ☁️’s back faced Kai as he thrusted sloppily into the boy. Yeonjun grunted, climbing onto the bed and standing in front of ☁️. He gripped the boy’s hair and smacked ☁️ with his dick, forcing him to open his mouth. Yeonjun thrusted steadily as ☁️ rolled his eyes back, his climax rushing back. Kai’s thrusts became more aggressive, causing ☁️ to bounce along with the rhythm Kai was providing him.

Whimpering loudly, Kai gripped ☁️’s waist, shoving the entirety of his length into ☁️ one last time. ☁️ could feel the boy’s length warm up inside of him, causing him to cum as well. The white liquid dripped on and down Yeonjun’s leg, making the boy curse out. Yeonjun grabbed ☁️’s head, thrusting harshly until he, too, came over the boy’s face.

☁️ slowly slid off of Kai’s dick, falling softly in front of Yeonjun. He felt Kai readjust himself as Yeonjun sat in front of ☁️. Kai scooped the boy up, walking over to the bathroom and setting him on the counter. ☁️ watched as Kai walked back into the bedroom, throwing on his underwear as Yeonjun pulled his pajama pants up. He grabbed ☁️’s shorts before turning to Yeonjun.

“I think it’s time you go.” Kai said, walking back over to the bathroom.

“Sharing is caring.” Yeonjun said, following Kai. ☁️ began brushing his teeth as the two walked in, Kai helping the boy put his shorts on. Kai was about to argue, but ☁️ tugged on his arm. He handed Kai a spare toothbrush from the cabinet, with Yeonjun’s already out.

Kai huffed, grabbing the toothpaste from beside ☁️. The three brushed their teeth before wiping their bodies with wet towels, ☁️ helping Yeonjun wipe down his leg. Throwing the towels in a basket, Kai once again scooped ☁️ up, bringing him over to the bed. Kai sat down next to him as Yeonjun walked to the opposite side, lying next to the boy.

“Just lay down.” ☁️ instructed softly, laughing at Kai’s possessive reaction. Kai did as told, throwing the covers over his body as he wrapped an arm around ☁️, who turned his body to face him. Kai brought the boy close, gripping his ass to Yeonjun’s dismay. Yeonjun reacted by placing his bulge in between ☁️’s asscheeks, and his head into the boy’s shoulder. Heat insulated from in-between both of the boys, causing ☁️ to quickly fall asleep.

a/n: This is a very serious reminder that Yeonjun’s actions are okay in fanfic world, but not in real life!!! Do not let someone treat you like that- it is not fun nor is it okay. Please respect yourselves. Anyways, on a less serious note, i hope u enjoyed !! ♡

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Na Jaemin - Not Ready

Pairing: Female Reader x Na Jaemin (boyfriend)

Genre: Romantic and kinda kink smut

Word Count: 5599

A/N: Not a warning but: jaemin is a pillow princess (!!) in some parts (just a dick to satisfy her, omg this my favorite part) , reader is not innocent at all and she knows what sex is and everything etc.

“I want you”, you whisper in his ears using your sexier voice, lips pressing softly near the lob, the warm breath of your words caressing his little hairs.

“No, you’re not ready yet”, he whispers back, almost sounding like a repressed gasp.

“You can’t decide this for me!”, you speak louder, sitting back in his lap, outraged by the same old answer.

Jaemin shushes you with a tender kiss on your lips, cupping your face between his warm hands. “You’re not gonna die if we wait a little longer”.

Fuck, you can not be angry with him when he speaks so softly with you, his breathtaking stunning smile showing, looking fondly in your eyes.

“How can you say this? How do you know I’m not gonna die??”, you pout, your voice almost breaking ‘cause you want to cry in frustration.

“Are you going to die if I don't let you sit on my dick, baby?”, with an unblinking gaze he asks, his eyebrow raising defiantly. Your cheeks instantly feel warmer. Your eyes fall to your hands, regretting your words. Omg you're so embarrassed right now. Fuck, Jaemin…

“See? You can’t even handle the words”, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just give yourself a little more time. Be patient”. He kisses your forehead and lays you down, spooning your back. How can he sleep like that? You’re still burning in desire and frustrated.

Jaemin is an exchange student, he came all the way from Korea to your country to study photography, pursuing his dreams. Since his first day he has captured everyone's hearts with his good manners and warm smile. You didn’t know a single person that dont like him. It’s like… impossible. He would never hurt a fly. On the contrary, he would take care of the fly if it was hurt. He’s just like that.

And it’s been a couple months that he is “taking care” of you. You aren’t hurt or something. You just really want to have sex with your boyfriend, but he his cock blocking himself everytime that you are making out. In the beginning you thought he was being really respectful, waiting for you to take the first step, approaching him or doing the first move. But in the last weeks it feels like he doesn't even want you. You tried a lot of things to seduce him: you dressed pretty for him, you did your sexier makeup, you touched him differently, you started slowly kissing his neck… And at no point did he show any interest in taking a step forward. So when you clearly stated that you wanted to have sex with him, he said this? Fuck, Na Jaemin.

Today you woke up in the morning to beautiful sunlight filling the room, the warmth covering you like a soft blanket. The sweet smell coming from the kitchen was amazing. Just before you decided to get up, Jaemin crossed the door with a tray full of delicious looking foods.

“Good morning, princess”, his voice was cozier than your blankets.

You just smiled back, a little sleepy yet, stretching your arms above your head and sitting back at the bed frame.

He placed the tray in front of you. Orange juice, pancakes, coffee, a slice of cake and some grapes. It was a full breakfast for both of you. “Gomawoyo [thank you]”, you said. He looked surprised at you and smiled proudly. “I said it right?”, you shyly asked. “Ne [yes], it’s right. You’re so gwiyeobda speaking korean”. You closed your eyes trying to remember this one, but failed. “I don’t remember this one”, you pout a little, silently saying sorry. “It means cute”, he patted the top of your hair. You frown your eyes and smile with the gesture. Sometimes he treats you like his little puppy and you love it more than you want to assume.

“Do you need something for tonight?”, he asked while eating a pancake.

“It is okay. I have everything ready”.

Today is your birthday and you are having a party in your dorm. It’s not a big party but you made it clear that it was a kinda fancy party. You wanted to dress nicely, look pretty, like a doll in your high heels and short black dress. Your best friend helped with the preparations and will help you with your makeup too.

“When is your best coming?” Jaemin asked.

“She will be here around 8pm… I hope”, you laugh. She’s almost ever on time but… you never know

“So I will go out for you to doll up without men around you”, he joked, “I will get some nice champagne for my princess birthday”, you flustered while he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You tried something else after that?”, your friend whispered curiously while you two were choosing accessories to complement the looks. You sigh in discontent and shake your head. No, you haven’t tried anything after that sad attempt.

“Girl, you read those things that I sent to you?”, she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe that way he can't say no… He’s being like that but he is still a man!”.

You laugh, hiding your face between your hands, kinda embarrassed. “I don’t think I have the courage, but i will try my best”, you both laughed hard. She helped you put together a plan for today… you will sleep with Jaemin tonight. There’s no more time. You desperately need him naked, in your bed, touching all your body and everything.

The plan? Well… If you couldn’t handle his words that night, now you can, and you will show your different side. You trained in the mirror a lot of times. You can’t be shy around him to conquer your prize. The sentences flood your mind for long hours the last few days. You will be the one that will not let him say no this time. You are choosing tonight and he’ll not be able to stand against it. If you don't give him a chance to say no, he can't stop you…

“Wow, you are stunning, princess”, Jaemin was enchanted by you. His eyes shining more than your jewels, his smile wider than ever while dancing close with you. “So, so beautiful”, he whispered in your ears. He was as stunning as you with a black suit perfectly fitting his broad shoulder and small waist. “Can’t wait to give you your present”.

“Wait! A present?”, you gasp in surprise, looking at him with rounded eyes.

“Yeah, a present… I think you’ll like”, he said with a mischievous smile, eyes piercing yours. “But we need to wait ‘till the end”.

Now your mind is malfunctioning. His words leave you dizzy, your body warm and chills running down your back. Maybe he planned the same thing for tonight? He is your gift? You couldn’t hear anything around you anymore, just his words repeating. God, just make this party end really fast.

You couldn't wait. Two hours later you were leaving all responsibility for the remaining guests to your friend and walking upstairs with Jaemin right behind you. Holding his hand tight making sure he wouldn't run away, letting go only after having closed the bedroom door. You looked at him with your sparkling eyes, little smile.

“Wait a moment”, he asked, turning his back to look for something in his bag. You tried to sneak a look, but he was faster, turning to face you again.

He was holding a black box in one hand and the other was guiding you till you face the mirror with him pressed in your back, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace. “I bought this for you. It will fit you so well”, he said as he took the jewel out of the box to put it around your neck. His hands brushing along your collarbone.

He put on the jewel and rested his hand on your shoulders gently, placing a soft but long kiss on your neck exposed by the dress. Eyes fixed in your expressions in the mirror.

“This is so beautiful, Nana”, you sighed, touching the jewel that rested beautifully on your neck. “I want my princess all pretty for me”, he kissed your shoulder this time while his hands traveled down your arm. You got caught by his moves and turned your attention to him. His eyes were so calm, but so dark. Your body softened in his arms, letting your head fall back a little, exposing your neck.

He started to kiss you from your shoulder with little pecks all the way to your earlobe, sending shivers down your whole body. You had to bite your lip to hold a soft moan when he softly bit your ear, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

You let your hand travel to his neck, caressing his soft black hair, turning your head to look into his eyes. Your lips were so close, almost touching, like a magnetic force pulling towards each other. His hands pressing your waist, back pressed against his chest, solid like a wall.

You part your lips and close your eyes inviting him to start the kiss. His lips are soft and you feel him melt when your mouths connect. His body moves while kissing you, almost like a little dance, and your body follows him naturally. He cups your cheek, a thumb pressed gently in your face while the rest pull you closer. Your body starts to feel warmer and you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading his mouth needy. The kiss became sloppy and messy, hard to breathe as you devoured each other's mouths.

He turns you into his embrace. Your hands flew to his chest, cupping his gym worked tits. He mischievously smiled after looking at how tiny your hands looked in his body. He took a deep breath and dove into your mouth again. Your hands started slowly to open his buttons, your touch so soft, trying to catch him off guard.

You only managed to open half of them when he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists. You looked into his eyes and silently challenged him. With your fists immobilized by his hands, you lashed out with your mouth. Small kisses left on the warm exposed skin of his chest. “Don’t tease me like this”, he growled, closing his eyes, but not letting you go yet.

You started licking his smooth skin with just the tip of your tongue, making sure to breathe right after so he can feel the temperature difference. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, letting a sound of pleasure escape his mouth. He let his head drop back, just enjoying the feeling. You took that opportunity to free your hand and grab his, leading him to the bed like a predator seducing his prey. Your prey. Your foux eyes fixed in his, your lips curving in the ends. He just follows you till you grab him and throw him on the bed. He sits and looks up at you, standing taller than him. You are so close between his legs that he is almost pressing his chin in your stomach, right under your boobs.

Hands pressing his chest down, you kiss him until his back is pressed on the mattress under you. His hands caressing your waist all the time, traveling up to your ribs and back to your hips. He’s lost in the trance. He’s lost in you and what you’re doing to him right now. He almost forgot that he needed to breathe.

“Baby…”, he sighs, looking at you and breaking the kiss, “Where is this coming from?”. For a moment you thought he might be mad, but he wasn't. No. He was enjoying it too much. His gaze melted, his body surrendered to yours. You sit in his crotch, sliding your hand in his chest and unbuttoning the remaining buttons. He’s not stopping you.

You return your lips to his mouth, down his neck and collarbone, all the way down his chest. You stopped to leave an experimental kiss right beside his nipple. He groaned and tensed his hands in your hips. You go a little further and lick it before closing your lips around, sucking gently. You feel his hips trusting your core. You smile with victory. Your boyfriend is totally lost underneath you, surrendered and pretty hard.

You feel his hand holding the back of your neck, with almost no pressure, but guiding your mouth to the other nipple. His sounds are so pretty that is making you ruin your lace lingerie that you choose just for this night, for him. You continue your journey across his abdomen (all the six packs, omg), kissing and licking all the spots you've always wanted to worship.

He took your lips off his body when you got to the waistband of his pants, gently pulling you by your hair. “You're evil”, he whispered the words in a deep voice. You smiled and pressed your cheek to his hip, bringing your mouth so close to his already hard bulge. “You sure about this, princess?”, he looked closely at you smirking, looking for signs of doubt. But he did not. You were very sure about that. Without a word, you laid your hand down gently, fingers touching his hard cock. His mouth opened on a moan as you closed your fingers around him. Then he snapped.

He grabbed your head and pulled to his face, sitting again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, looking desperately for yours. Fuck… He was kissing you like he was starving for days and you were his fresh meal. His hand everywhere on your body, pressing you against his chest and down in his crotch, making you roll your hips against him. You finally let out a high pitched moan when he trusted you harder.

“This feels so much better than my pillow”, you murmur in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby…”, the only thing that he could pronounce while you speed up your hips. His lost eyes rolled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”, you tease him.

He shakes his head ‘no’.

“That’s what you wanted? All that ‘you’re not ready bullshit”,you talk like a snake, your voice comes out like hisses while you return to assault his neck, biting his perfect skin, leaving little marks. He’s just a groan mess right now, his cock pulsating inside his pants, his eyes closed. “Did you want me to take control of you so badly? … Oh baby, you could've just asked me”, you mocked. You felt your head being pulled, forcing your face below his. His sudden attitude left you breathless.

“Watch your words… or I'm gonna think that you don't want to be treated like a princess in your first time”, he threatens, his voice is dark, his eyes trailing all over your expression.

Fuck, you’re so in trouble right know. But it softens right away. His duality will drive you crazy. He gently lay back, guiding your head gently to his crotch. His lips already smiling again, his hands leaving your head just to rest behind his own.

You unzip his pants and pull them down, lowering your lips to his covered dick. Just a thin line separating his member from your mouth. You’re drooling just thinking about having him weighing on your tongue.

You face him and start pulling his underwear down, almost painfully slowly, without taking your eyes off him. You take his thick member and massage it lightly, running your small hand up and down, feeling the sensitive skin at the tip and all the prominent veins leading up to it. You feel the fluid that slowly comes out of it letting your hand slide easier. You press a little harder and twist your hand when you reach the top. A low pitched moan leaves his pretty lips again.

You stick your tongue out and lick the tip like a kitten. His eyes devour every new move you make. You take him in your mouth, moving down slowly as your jaw relaxes to accommodate his size. As you accommodate him, you move your head up and down, pressing your tongue up and sucking, twisting your fists where your mouth couldn’t reach, doing it faster as your mouth relaxes.

“Shit, baby… Do it slower”, he instructs you. A hand resting on the back of your neck, guiding your moves. “Where did you learn to do that?” His rhetorical question was cut off as you swirl your tongue around the tip, followed by a series of indistinguishable murmurs. The hand that previously rested on your neck starts to press you down, making you take him even more. He stopped before it made you gag, but he kept you there.

“Baby, can you relax and breathe through your nose for me?” You looked at him and nodded, doing as he asked, breathing slowly through your nose, feeling your throat relax even more. He presses your head down slowly, feeling his cock go deeper into your mouth, pressing against your throat. He groans and bites his lip as he watches the member disappear.

“Now swallow”, and you did. His cock slid down your soft, warm throat until your nose was pressed into his abdomen. He looked down and saw you wet eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your little hands pressed his thigh while you trying to breathe with his cock shoved down your throat. He let go of your head and you freed your mouth with a pop, spit forming lines connecting you and his dick standing tall in front of your face.

You wanted so bad to taste his cum that you protested when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. “What was that?”, he asked after hearing you whining. You couldn't speak the words that went through your head. “Where is your bold persona now? Pull yourself together and say what you want, princess”, he used the same tone you used with him earlier, mocking you. “Want to stop?”, he asked seriously this time, always watching your expressions.

“No… just want to make you cum…”, you replied looking into his eyes, doing your best to hold his gaze as your face burned.

“You want my cum… in your mouth?”, he asked cautiously, his voice smooth as silk in your ears. You nodded in response.

“Fuck… you just need to ask, love. Everything for my princess”, he smiled and pressed your head below his cock, right in his balls, while his other hand wrapped around his girth. “Lick them like a puppy”, he ordered. You watched intently as he massaged his cock from bottom to top, licking his balls as he asked. He was a mess, lips parted in an 'o' shape, eyes closed and head tilted back. Small beads of sweat started to run down his neck and forehead, wetting the ends of his hair that were there. His breathing getting shorter and his noises louder, his abdomen contracting.

“You think you can swallow me again, princess?” You didn’t wait to take him in your mouth again. He looked bigger than before, weighing more on your tongue.

“Relax and swallow”, and he pressed you all the way down again, faster than before, making you choke. Your throat closing made him squirm, moaning floating through his lips.

“Tongue out”, he commanded as he took it out of your mouth, jerking faster, looking at your face. You know you looked irresistible like that. Tongue sticking out, sitting on your heels, puppy eyes, waiting thirsty for his cum to drop all over your face.

The scene in front of you was also irresistible. He looked very close to cumming, breath hitched, mouth open, eyes almost rolling back. Fuck. You slid one of your hands between your legs to try to quell the pain that was making you throb.

Without a warning beyond the loud moan, he cummed in your tongue. The thick fluid falling into your mouth made you moan too. He kept jerking his cock until he could breathe and his muscles relaxed. You waited anxiously with your tongue full of cum for him to give you an order. He looked at you and stroked your cheek gently.

“So patient”, he praised you, looking proudly at your messy face. “Come here”, he gestured with his fingers, beckoning you closer. You were doing your best not to let the cum run off your tongue, but it was too hard. You could already feel a part slowly oozing out.

He helped you climb onto his lap, straddling his lap. “Oww, you are making a mess”, he took out his own tongue and licked what was running from the corner of your mouth. You didn't know you could feel even more horny than you were feeling right now. “Kiss me”, he ordered, already passing his tongue on yours, scooping someone from your mouth just to shove it right back.

It was the messiest kiss of your life, cum dripping from the corners of your mouth as you shared. You couldn't control your hips rolling in this tight, pressing on your throbbing point, wanting some relief from the burning sensation in your core. In the end, he made you swallow everything, until the last drop of his cum. Hands gripping hard in your hips, helping you to keep the rhythm as it became out of step.

“Are you sure it's your first time, princess?”, Jaemin jokes, his voice still rough from moaning.

“I just did it in my mind… a lot of times”, you admitted, sheepishly at the end.

“Have you been thinking about humping my thigh too?”, he forced your face to look in his eyes. His grip slowed your movements, making you whine.

“Nana… don’t stop”, your voice was like a whisper in his ears.

“My mouth is better than my thigh, you know?. Come here, baby”. He helped you out of bed and slowly began to take off your dress. His warm hands pushed the dress off your curves, letting it fall to your feet.

He reached out and took your hand, guiding you to the bed again, but this time more romantically, laying you gently on your back on the soft mattress. He kissed your lips and imitated what you had done to him. He went down your body leaving wet kisses and small bites. Every new place his mouth touched burned your skin, making you shiver.

He put your leg over his shoulder and looked into your eyes. His lips were so close you could almost feel them touching you. He stuck out his tongue and pressed against you. He maintained eye contact until his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of you. He began to quickly move up and down past your swollen clit to your tight entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of you.

A new sensation was added when he started stroking you with his thumb. He pressed in and out, each time letting himself in deeper, until you felt him inside you, massaging your velvet walls. Your legs trembled around his head and you felt him chuckle pressed into you. The thumb quickly turned into one finger, then two, in and out in a slow, almost painful rhythm. Your body was sweating and your mind was going insane. You were almost there, but it seemed to be unreachable at the pace he was dictating.

You started rolling your pelvis against his face, trying to get his tongue to go faster. He moaned with your movements and stopped, leaving his tongue out for you to use as you pleased. You started to fuck against his tongue, at the pace you knew would make you come. Your fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him even closer. The vibrations of his moans further increased your confidence and your pleasure. He kept his fingers firmly inside you, abusing a specific spot that brought you even closer to exploding.

And then you did it. Pleasure flooded through your body and every muscle tensed, eyes rolling back, breathing paused as the sensation spread. And you melted in his mouth. He greedily licked all the pleasure that oozed out of your pussy. You didn't notice it but you've been pulling his hair all the time, pressing his face almost inside you. You couldn't get enough of it.

He made your orgasm last as long as possible. You protested when he took his fingers away from you, feeling the emptiness. His feline eyes were squinted at you. Satiated? He seemed far from being. He was just getting started and you didn't know if your body could take it anymore. You've never had more than one orgasm and surely your fingers didn't give you as much pleasure as his mouth did now.

He laid his head on your thigh and waited until your body stopped shaking. His hands caressed your legs and hips, calming your senses. He looked like a predator softening up prey before attacking.

Like a cat, he crawled over your body, stopping at your chest. Your peaked nipples were an invitation for him to take them between his lips. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around it. His hand reached out, taking it and squeezing it gently.

“What was it like to use my face, princess?”, he whispered in your ear while his hand was still busy playing with your breast.

“Incredible. But I want you inside me now.”

“Ohh, inside you? Come on then.”, he quickly spun you onto him, leaving you sitting on his hip. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Fuck... you couldn't believe all that had gone into your mouth moments before. He looked bigger now compared to the small distance from your entrance to your navel.

“Worried?”, he asked as he watched your eyes travel over his body.

“I'm… a little… worried if it's going to hurt”, you pouted. He broke into a smile as soon as you shared your thoughts. “It looks so… rock solid”. Your words made him laugh out loud.

“Yes, princess. It’s really hard right now”. He guided your hips until you had your lips pressed against his cock. He moved you the full length of his size, leaving a glittering trail behind. He stopped when you reached the tip, circling your clitoris deftly. He was stimulating you with the tip of his cock. Your body started to heat up again as your pussy managed to get even wetter.

He pulled your body against his defined chest, devouring your mouth without ceasing to minister against your sensitive spot. His hand burning all over your body. He was such a great kisser that you almost forgot that you’re about to be ripped open by his member. You felt a hand slip between your bodies. You felt him positioning the tip just in front of your entrance. You felt the pressure trying to get inside you.

“Keep kissing me”, he ordered. He guided you down his dick, slowly. Your walls contracting with the entrance almost made your eyes roll over. Fuck, you’re feeling everything. All the bulging veins, the perfect shape of the tip, the delicious upward curve of his cock. Everything. The mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure left your body confused. How could this be so good?

Then he stopped. You've never felt so full in your entire life. Your insides pulsed around him.

“Hmm, you did so well, baby. When you're ready, use me however you like”, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Fuck, Nana…”, your head finally falls on his shoulder, trying to relax the rest of your body.

He patted your head while holding your butt pressed against him. You began rolling your hips experimentally, small circles at the base that further expanded your small hole. Each time it seemed to slide more easily through your walls. His growls below your ear matched the sounds you were making.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick now. You wanted this so bad.”

Your ass began to pick up the pace, rising and sitting again, deeper and faster, the pain no longer hurting. Just pleasure running free all over your body. You could feel his body tensing, his breath unstable, little curses and praises flowing through your ears.

You rested your hands on his chest and pushed yourself up, making him penetrate you even deeper, if that was possible. His gaze went from your face to where he disappeared inside you. His hand landed on your belly where a small bump formed. Your mind spun as you went up and down and saw the bump move. You looked at him in awe.

You started to set the pace faster, digging your nails into his chest, head dropped back, sweat nearly dripping into the valley of your breasts. Your thighs were burning with the movement, but it felt too good to stop.

He watched your expressions of pleasure and frustration. He knew you had never come with penetration before. His thumb began to press against your already throbbing clit. The other hand guided your errant movement bouncing on his member.

You slapped his hand off your pussy so you could reach your orgasm yourself, rubbing your clit the way you like it, pressing hard and fast. Jaemin was controlling himself a lot watching you use his body to achieve your pleasure. His eyes traveling between your face and your hand between your bodies. He didn't know if he could take much longer without coming before you.

You felt your insides contract as well as your muscles. Your body spasms on top of him like electrical waves. You stopped your hips as your body processed the most wholesome orgasm you have ever had. Your moans echoed in the room and you had to place your hands on his chest so that your body didn't completely collapse.

There were so many sensations that you didn't notice when he quickly took your wrists and laid you down on the bed. With your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, he started to fuck your clenching walls. You involuntarily tried to get out from under him, but you were still with his other hand pressing down on your hips.

You didn't know what it was, but the overstimulation was driving you to a second orgasm without you having recovered from the first one. Now his hips were pressing hard and fast against you. Your name escaped his mouth in a mixture of groans and grunts. Maybe you felt it when the tears started to escape your eyes rolled with pleasure, but you’re not sure.

“I'm gonna cum deep inside you when you cream on my cock again, princess”, his voice came out as a deep, almost menacing growl. His brows were furrowed as his tongue pressed against his cheek. His eyes were just open enough to see you squirming beneath him.

“Please, Jaemin…”, you begged right away as the pressure on your G-spot was too much and the warm sensation took over your body again.

The warm sensation wasn't just from your pleasure, but also from his cum being injected inside you. He pressed his cock so deep that you thought that you really were being split open. He stopped thrusting but you could feel him pulsing as he came with you.

You both remained catching your breath still inside each other. He slightly loosened his grip in your wrists and began massaging in small circles where he had pressed hard before. His lips left brief kisses down your face and neck while your minds returned to reality.

“Ow princess, why are you crying?”, he gently asked as he felt tears cut the path of his kisses.

You shook your head in response. You didn't know why you were crying, but you didn't want him to think he had hurt you. He held you tight against his chest, stroking your hair as he soothed you.

“I'm feeling like I'm floating…”, you struggle to talk and think at the same time, but you manage to communicate with an airy voice.

“I’m here with you. Take a deep breath”, his nurturing voice came back. You're feeling so embraced in his warm figure that you could sleep right away. “You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. I’m so lucky to have you”, he said and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Nana… why not before?”, you looked in his eyes.

“Why didn't we do this before?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I wanted you so bad, baby. But I hated the feeling of corrupting you like you were an innocent teenage girl”, he replied promptly, caressing your cheek and wiping the trail of the tears that had flowed earlier. “You're such a strong woman in all aspects of your life, Y/n. I wanted your confident self like this too. And the wait was worth it”, he smiled and kissed your lips affectionately.

“But you're going to have to tell me later where you learned all this…”, he said in a playful voice, lightly tickling your neck. Your face couldn't be hotter than it is right now from embarrassment.

“Now we're going to take a shower and then I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, okay?”, you cracked a smile as he picked you up.

Fuck, Na Jaemin… How could he be such a perfect man?

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Need A Hand Stranger? Pt. 2 - The Merchant x M!Reader

Part one

A/n: Wasn't planning on making another part but I got inspired~

Loud fast paced footsteps filled the empty hallways as you and the strange merchant known as Anthony raced against the clock to make it to his hidden boat. All hell's breaking loose above the island, multiple explosions could be heard. Some of them were muffled, some sounding too close for comfort. Time wasn’t on their side, the earth was shaking violently making you almost lose your balance and trip. Thank whoever for the adrenaline pumping in your veins, it was the only keeping you afloat.

Who the hell was this guy? He was up ahead of you just a few feet running, you thought the huge travel pack on his back would have slowed him down. Oh boy were you wrong, this man was not breaking a sweat. You didn’t have the comfort nor the time to think though, you needed to still make it out of this nightmare alive. The rusty ceiling above was crumbling with each explosive going off. You were going to need to have a hot, long shower when you returned home.

“We’re almost there! Get ready to jump!” Anthony yelled out over the noises of destruction, his eyes glued to his path.

What the hell was he talking about? You took a second to look past him and see that up ahead was a long wooden dock. You also noticed that you were now in a cavern which didn’t help you feel any safer. It was in fairly good condition but it was rattling hard. Wood chips and pieces were flying with every second. At the end of the dock though, was the boat. It was standard size, big enough for two people and it had a modern engine. It’s the final stretch.

Anthony was the first one jumping off the end of the dock and landing with ease into the boat. He wasted no time throwing his pack off somewhere unimportant at the moment, then began to start up the engine. You were still a few feet behind, inwardly panicking because you could feel the dock begin to give out from behind as you ran across.

‘Please make it! I can’t die here!’ You screamed at yourself mentally, your muscles and body aching from the very recent surgery. The aftermath of it was starting to kick in, if you could just make it to the boat then you could pass out for all you cared.

It took all of your energy and strength to jump off the end of the boat and it still wasn’t enough.

Instead of landing inside of the boat like Anthony did, you ended up catching yourself on the side of the boat. You struggle to climb up and over the side inside, thankfully Anthony grabs you by the shoulder and jerks you on the floor. There isn’t a moment to thank him, as the boat suddenly jolts to life slicing through the water like a knife. At least you get a chance to catch your breath sitting up against the side. Anthony grunts as he keeps his focus on stirring clear for the falling rocks and debris. All you can do is watch the light at the end of the cavern getting closer and closer.

“Hold on to something! It’s gonna be a rough ride out of here!” The merchant warns as he speeds up the boat, determined. This man is insane, you’re going to die tonight but you listen to his words while grabbing a hold of a rope intertwined in the side of the boat. You don’t focus on how the boat jerks from right to left, you don’t focus on how your clothes are soaked due to the water splashing, you don’t even focus on the light at the end.

You focus on Anthony. You are in awe at how calm and collected he seems in this situtation, almost like he does dangerous tasks for a living. His fingerless gloved hands are tightly held on the wheel, his posture is tall and straight. Not like before when it had an arch due to the travel pack. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you notice, his eyes are not a normal color. They were pale blue with light orange irises, filled with determination. Just his eyes alone were so expressive, you didn’t need to see the rest of his face to tell what he was thinking or saying. He had unfinished business with someone so he couldn’t afford to die today.

He seemed so… unlikely to anyone you’ve met. He held a mysterious aura around him, was Anthony even his real name? Why did he help you? This man could have easily let you die in that hellhole. You felt your heart sink into your stomach as more thoughts of doubt clouded over. Was he just like those infected freaks with the plaga? No, you would have been dead by now if that was the case. Have you been dealt a worse hand than what you already had?

All thoughts were soon erased as the boat caught some air flying out of the cavern and hitting the water with a ferocity. Water splashed everywhere on the boat along with hitting you and Anthony if you both weren’t soaked already. The cavern itself collapsed behind the both of you sealing off the entrance for good. Once the boat was at a safe distance Anthony slowed down to watch the grand finale, you finally stood up with a wobble staring back at the island and, all its twisted glory.

It didn’t take long for the last chain of explosives to go off throughout the land erasing everything that stood. You watched with sickly satisfaction as the whole cult was finally being put down, a nightmare you had endured for too long. The two of you watched in silence until black smoke engulfed the island, an indicator that everything was gone. The daylight felt you were reborn once more, cleansed of the sins of the past that occurred here.

Anthony said nothing to the man beside him, he was too busy scanning the horizons looking for something or someone. He feels slight relief upon seeing in the far distance on a jet ski riding off home, is the duo Leon and Ashley. Looking to the skies only sours his mood since he sees a helicopter transporting someone he will meet soon. Anthony is distracted by his own thoughts that he nearly misses how you back away from him to the furthest part of the boat. He tilts his head at you confused, his eyes simmering orange which doesn’t comfort you.

“What are you? I appreciate the help but you are not human. You’re also not one of those cultists freaks, who are you?” You are surprised with how calm your voice is despite not liking your odds. Anthony also doesn’t fail to notice that you are reaching for something in your pocket so he raises his hands in surrender gesturing as he speaks. “I don’t owe you that information and I told you who i am, besides you never answered my question before. Who are you and why were you in that chair? I believe you own me since I saved your life and all. Heheh.” He counters with a raspy chuckle that sounds nice on your ears. Dammit, he was right though. You did owe him, he didn’t have to save you and now here he was blackmailing you for it.

You let out a tired and annoyed sigh, lowering your hand from grabbing your knife out. You took a seat on the floor again feeling a wave of exhaustion hit. “Do you want the short version or the long version?” “The short version, you look like you’re going to pass out if I make you talk for a while.” Anthony lowers his hands then rummages through his almost forgotten pack, pulling out a water bottle. He takes a few steps cautiously offering the bottle, you warily take it and inspect it. Sniffing it to see if anything was off. “I have no interest in harming you if that’s your worry.”

Easy for him to say, but the need for water was calling after the recent ordeal so you don’t say anything but gulp down the water then toss the bottle back. “I used to be a part of this company called Umbrella where we wou-.” “I'm aware of Umbrella and their..experiments.” The merchant interrupts starting up the engine to finally head back to home. His tone of voice tells you that he’s scorned by just the name alone. You scoff to yourself, of course he did. Things were starting to make slight sense now, perhaps he was an escaped experiment or another power hungry scientist. Either way you didn’t completely trust him.

“Anyway..I got out of their claws a long time ago, and I was hired here with a colleague of mine..” You paused looking back at the island, a look of pity and despair on your face. “He didn’t make it out..” “..My condolences.” You nod to him in thanks. “We worked on the project that helped these people, the Los Iluminados paid us to advance on an old project of ours with the amber they found in the mines. It contains a fossil that was the missing piece that brought this nightmare to life.” You pause again expecting Anthony to speak but he just nods for you to continue keeping his gaze focused on the water.

“ Well..at some point, I didn’t care about the money anymore and neither did my colleague. We didn’t want to harm more people. The cult didn’t like that, infecting me and him.” You give yourself a pity laugh.

“Probably were going to infect us from the start. They left us for dead or to become a part of the hive mind. That machine you saw me in was built to remove the parasite we awoke.” You further explained how the parasite attaches to a host’s nervous system. Also how the medical equipment on the only one of its kind on the island is now forever gone. Anthony just listens until he interrupts him once more. “Rest, you look like shit my friend.” “We are not friends.” Your reply before feeling the tug of sleep overcome you. So you give in to the blackness and sleep.

#the merchant #the merchant x reader #the merchant x you #the merchant x m!reader #male reader #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #the merchant x male reader #silentwonderlocks

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 15

It started with Jaskier laughing at Yennefer sneezing her mouth full of salad on the kitchen table while he was in the middle of eating. A few bits of his ham and cheese sandwich tumbled out of his mouth, landing in his glass of tea. "F**khh--!"

"Ha!" Yennefer laughed, "That's what you get!"

Jaskier opened his mouth and showed Yennefer the rest of his chewed up sandwich just to be childish. It fell into his glass.

"Godsd*mmit!" He snarled vehemently as Yennefer cackled.

Geralt took the glass, stirred the mess with the straw, then handed it back to Jaskier and said, "I dare you to drink it!"

Jaskier hesitated for a second. He'd eaten worse. H*ll, he'd licked a gas station toilet seat once! This was nothing! It was just tea and some wet bread. He drank the soggy mess.

"Meh," he said with a shrug. "Kind of bland, actually."

Geralt took the glass and sniffed the little bit of sludge left at the bottom, then drank it. "I'd give it a 2 out of 10."

Jaskier took the glass back and poured in a little milk, added a handful of crumbled up crisps, a spoonful of mustard, and a splash of orange juice.

And unspoken contest had just begun. Yennefer watched mutely as Jaskier drank half the concoction, then passed the other half to Geralt. They both made faces and gave their opinions on the taste.

"That tastes like a f**ked up Dreamsicle!" Jaskier announced, making a face. Geralt gagging slightly on the crisp mush, nodded his agreement.

The glass was rinsed out, and this time, a soda was poured into it. Geralt added a handful of M&Ms, a piece of leftover fried fish from last night's dinner, mayonnaise, and a scoop of pineapple pieces into the blender. This was then poured into the glass of soda.

Geralt and Jaskier each drank some.

"EEaaaUUGGGHHHH!"

"HhhUURRRGhhh!"

"You're both morons!" Yennefer said, laughing at the faces they were making as they tried to get the taste out of their mouths.

The next 'drink' consisted of spaghetti, grape juice, Lucky Charms, soy sauce, and a Snickers bar. The drink was divided and then consumed. It was chunky, and Geralt was having a little trouble getting it down. He took a breath, and sucked it down in one go.

Jaskier was trying to drink his portion as fast as he could, trying not to think too much about the chunky bits. Yennefer was holding her breath when he gagged and she saw his cheeks puff up before he swallowed heavily with a shudder.

"That tasted horrid!" He said weakly.

"It wasn't that bad," Geralt claimed.

"Bullsh*t, I saw you gag, too! And you cheated! You did that guzzling trick, so of course you didn't really taste it!"

Uh-oh, they were arguing. Yennefer hoped that maybe this whole stupid game was going to end. Unfortunately no, it was not over yet. Her boys were dumber than she'd given them credit for.

"Okay," Geralt said, "Let's just blend them up really well, and drink them with straws."

"How about we each make one and split them?"

"Hm. Good idea!"

Jaskier's creation included broccoli, bacon grease, lemon juice, half a slice of supreme pizza, peanut butter crackers, half a bottle of A** Reaper Hot Sauce, and some crumbled up chocolate cake.

Geralt's mixture contained milk, raw eggs, some kind of powdered fruit-flavored drink mix, mustard, breakfast sausage, and two sardines.

"You're going to get sick!" Yennefer warned as she watched Geralt spoon a heaping mound of chili paste into the blender.

Geralt would probably just get a mild stomach ache, but Jaskier with his acid reflux? Oh, he was going to be hurting.

"Hm!" Geralt grunted dismissively

She tried one more time to be the voice of reason as the two morons divided the Horror Cocktails between them.

"Jaskier, babe, you probably shouldn't drink that. It's going aggravate your acid reflux. Remember what happened with the Firecracker shrimp--!"

"Hush, witch, this is man business!"

"Fine, give yourselves the sh*ts, "

"Where are you going?"

"To the back yard to dig the hole I'm going to bury your stupid a** in."

Jaskier stuck his tongue out at her while simultaneously giving her the finger as she left.

"Mine first!" Jaskier said, pouring half the slurry he'd made into two glasses. He added a straw to each, then pushed one glass over to Geralt. They clinked their glasses together, and seconds later, Geralt and Jaskier were sucking down the liquefied horror.

Their exclamations of revulsion could be heard all the way to Yennefer's bedroom. They were quickly followed by the sounds of two men who were convinced their tongues were on fire.

I'm living with dumba**es. Yennefer thought to herself as she listened to them drink the sludge Geralt had made, then curse and blow and pant and make gargling noises as they chugged milk to kill the burn.

She could picture it so clearly. Jaskier and Geralt dancing around the kitchen, swearing and panting. They would be huffing long breaths in through their mouths to cool the burning sensation. Their lips would be on fire.

Geralt had heard somewhere that hair absorbed the oils that caused the burning, so they would both be rubbing handfuls of Geralt's hair on their mouths and tongues.

The noises died down after a few minutes, and Yennefer went back to her book. Her peace was disrupted about an hour later by the sounds of two jacka**es experiencing stomach issues. Geralt was in the upstairs bathroom, and Jaskier was in the downstairs, both of them sh*tting what felt like liquid fire.

When the smell began seeping out into the rest of the house, Yennefer opened a few windows and shoved some towels into the gaps under the bathroom doors. She felt only a tiny bit bad about trapping her boys in there with the horrible stench, but hey, natural consequences.

Geralt was confused and mortified as he sat on the toilet in an expanding miasma that was making him gag. He was a Witcher, and he wasn't supposed to have problems like this! F**k, he could eat roadkill, or eat out of the garbage and be fine! Witchers were made to survive on anything, they weren't supposed to get the sh*ts from a little mixed up food! His bowels cramped painfully...

Jaskier was shaking on the downstairs toilet. His stomach and his a**hole were aflame. Oh gods, this was worse than the Firecracker Shrimp incident! The heartburn, the acid in the back of his throat, the fire in his guts... This was Hell. He was in Hell. There was no other place he could be. It was pain and misery, and was that brimstone he smelled? Phew! That was rancid! Oh, sh*t, he was drooling...

Geralt: *unintelligeble cursing*

Jaskier: *barfing and sh*tting simultaneously*

Geralt: *terrifying explosive noises*

Jaskier: My a**hole's on fire!

Yennefer did the only thing she could think of to help in the situation. She cranked the volume of the stereo up, and played "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash.

Howls of outrage and distressed digestive noises rang out from the bathrooms.

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Blinding Light Chapter Two

Hey guys! I just finished chapter two so I figured I might as well post it! I’m glad that you guys liked Chapter One. It has some formatting issues so I’ll try to fix those one I’m on my computer. I’m currently posting this from iPad at work, so it makes the formatting a bit odd. I hope you guys show this one as much love as chapter one! Thanks!

Hybrids: Munchkin Cat Y/N (Omega), Fox Jin (Omega), Panther Yoongi (Alpha), Golden Retriever J-Hope (Beta), Wolf RM (Alpha), Calico Cat Jimin (Omega), Tiger V (Beta), Bunny Jungkook (Beta)

Word Count: 4, 121

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When I wake, I feel more rested than I ever have. Yoongi’s peppery scent wraps around me. I’m tucked into his side, my cheek resting on his chest. His breathing is calm and even. He seems to still be in a deep sleep. I gently try to disentangle myself.

“Where are you going?” His sleepy voice is a little deeper than his normal voice.

“Bathroom,” I whisper back. He lets me go, his arm lifting to point at a cracked door. When I emerge again, Yoongi sits up on the edge of the bed, blinking blearily at me. He holds out a hand to me, which I take quickly.

He pulls me toward him, his head nuzzling into my stomach. My hands go to his hair, my fingers running through is longish hair. He purrs, his hands resting on my hips. We stay like that for a while. He finally pulls back, after a while.

“We got you some clothes. We got a couple different sizes, so we’ll return whatever doesn’t fit,” He leans down and picks up a large shopping bag from beside the bed.

I cycle through a few clothes that are way too big before ending up in a pair of bicycle shorts and an oversized t-shirt. When I come out, Yoongi has also changed clothes.

“Lets go eat some breakfast,” He finally stands, taking my hand and leading me through the massive house, down the stairs, and into the dining room.

The table is overwhelming. It’s covered in food and surrounded by people. I end up seated between Yoongi and Hoseok. The pink haired Calico ends up seated across from me. I watch nervously as the boys load up their places. I recognize some of the, like Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jin, but I don’t know the name of the Omega Calico or the Tiger hybrid next to him.

“Y/N?” The voice pulls me from my daze. I look around to see everyone staring at me. I blush, ducking my head.

“Do you want me to make your plate?” Hoseok asks worriedly. I shake my head quickly and grab a few items near me. A waffled, a fried egg, and a few slices of bacon.

“Orange juice?” It’s the calico this time. I lift my glass and he pours some,” I’m Jimin, by the way.”

“Taehyung!” The tiger offers a boxy smile. I smile back shyly.

I eat as much as I can. This feels like a treat but I haven’t eaten consistently over the years. I don’t want to make myself sick. I finish about half the egg and waffle, but I also ate three slices of bacon.

“How are you feeling this morning?” This time, it’s Jin.

“I feel fine. No soreness or anything,” It feels eerie when everyone goes quiet when I speak.

“I have to ask you some questions after breakfast,” Namjoon, his gray wolf ears flicking.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi’s tone is warning,” She’s not ready.”

“It’s okay,” My voice is stronger than I thought it would be,” I-I want to talk.”

“I”m staying with her,” Yoongi grumbles, turning back to his breakfast. They all chatter through breakfast and then I’m in the library with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook. I rub my hands together nervously.

“I’m going to show you some pictures. Tell me what you know about the people on them. Take your time. Anything you can tell us will help,” Namjoon has a stack of photos in front of him.

“I don’t know anyone’s names,” I chew on my bottom lip nervously.

“That’s okay!” Jungkook is cheerful,” We just need leverage.”

“Are you ready?” Namjoon gives me a comforting smile. I nod once and he lifts the first picture. Images flash through my mind. Blood, pain, fear. My hand curled into a fist, my breathing becoming shaky. A warm hand covers mine and I look up to see Jungkook, a worried look in his eyes. I take a deep breath.

“Brown bear hybrid. He’s not the bottom of the ladder but he’s not the top either. I think he’s a drug manufacturer. I could usually smell it on him. Had a preference for whips and choking,” While I speak, Jungkook’s hand stays on mine. I study his tattoos, ignoring the lump in my throat,” He was trying to work his way up.”

We proceed like this for a while. At some point, I end up in Yoongi’s lap as he scents me. I don’t know if it’s to calm me or him, but it soothed my trembling. Jungkook sits on the floor in front of us. I play with his hair, needing to keep my hands busy. His foot twitches every once in a while. The last picture causes my hands to still and my eyes to blur. My chest heaves.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jungkook is kneeling before but I didn’t see him move, his hands wiping tears I didn’t know were falling,” We can stop. This is enough. Lets stop.”

“I only met him once,” My voice is empty, hollow,” The day I almost escaped. He’s a bodyguard for the boss. He was supposed to teach me a lesson. He’s an Alpha with a dominance issue. He forcibly marked me. My punishment was to deal the mark rejection that followed. It took three months.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Yoongi’s voice is growled.

Mark rejection happens when an Omega is forcibly marked. Their body rejects the mark and they go through searing physical pain. Even breathing can feel like fire. The duration changes depending on the Omega and usually requires medical care.

“Lets finish up here. You need to take a breather,” Namjoon sets down his pen and walks over to us. His lips press to the top of my head,” No one will hurt you ever again.”

“I **need** to stay with her. If I go there now, no one will leave there alive,” Yoongi stands with me in his arms.

“Hyung, you know we won’t be able to get information out of them without you,” Jungkook whines,” Plus, she should spend time with all her mates. You’re hogging her.”

“Jimin and Tae are home. She’ll be safe with them,” Namjoon gives Yoongi a pointed look. He sighs, seeming resigned.

I can’t help but feel a surge of panic at the though of Yoongi being away from me. Our bond seems to have cemented itself. He had been my rock, my protector. Yoongi seems just as reluctant. He scents me throughly before the others can convince him to leave.

“Man, he really doesn’t trust us, does he?” Jimin rolls his eyes.

“We only set the kitchen on fire once! And no one was even hurt!” Taehyung whines.

“Well, we did set Jin’s hair on fire that one time. He wore a hat for two months,” Jimin lounges next to me on the couch. His cinnamon apple scent brings me comfort that can only be offered by a fellow Omega. Taehyung’s scent reminds me of snow. Cold, fresh, and oddly exhilarating.

“Okay, so, I know Yoongi told you about the whole mate thing, but do you have any questions? Hyung isn’t much of an explainer,” Taehyung sits in the chair diagonal to the couch.

“I don’t think so? Should I?” I chew on my bottom lip nervously.

I understand the basic concept of mates. A group of people whose animal counterparts draw them together. The groups usually range between five and ten people. I did hear about a pack of thirteen once but it’s rare. No one knows what draws them together or why. Mates bring you friendship, companionship, love, a support system. It depends on what you need. Most end up falling in love with each other. They patchwork themselves into the pieces of your heart. I never really expected to find mates, not really. Not everyone does.

“But?” Jimin prompts, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I just… wasn’t ever prepared for this option so I don’t know how to feel,” I feel like I’m staring holes in the carpet,” I don’t know how to be a mate.”

“Nobody does. You learn it through spending time with your mates. Every relationship is different. We have to learn about you too,” Jimin’s hand touches mine gently. I didn’t realize my fingers were digging into my thighs.

“Why don’t we just do something fun, instead. No need for everything to be so serious so quickly,” Taehyung gives me a cute, boxy smile,” I promised Chim I would teach him some pottery. I can teach you too.”

The clay splattered apron ends up being quite big. Taehyung’s hands engulf mine as he shows me how to shape and press my hands. Once I have the basics, he goes to help Jimin.

I quickly become absorbed. Keeping my hands busy makes everything else fade away. I forgot how much I loved to create, to use my hands to build something. For a while, nothing else matters. One of my nicer owners, a younger woman, was a potter. She had taught me once. Taught me how to create, carve, and glaze. I had nearly forgotten. It was so long ago.

When it was shaped how I wanted, I began to carve. I knew what I wanted. I don’t know how long I work but the finished product is perfect. The panther stares back at me, reminding me so much of Yoongi. I had decided on a coffee cup after watching him down multiple ups at breakfast this morning. Taehyung helps me place mine in the kiln alongside Jimin’s rose.

“It should be ready in the morning. You can come up and help me glaze them after dinner, if you want,” Taehyung’s tone is a little shy,” Where did you learn pottery?”

“One of my various owners. She was a potter. She passed in an accident and her mother sold me to a new owner,” I keep my voice casual,” She was my favorite.”

“He’ll love it, you know,” Jimin’s arm wraps around my shoulder,” He may pretend otherwise but he’ll love it.”

“Yeah, Yoongi is a big softie. He just looks tough,” Taehyung’s voice is teasing.

“Lets go watch a movie,” Jimin suggests suddenly,” I wanna cuddle.”

“I’m picking then,” Taehyung shoots off down the stairs.

Sitting on the couch nestled between Jimin and Taehyung is warm and comfortable. Jimin’s head is in my lap while I play with his hair. Taehyung’s arm is wrapped around my waist, his head on my shoulder. His ears tickle my jaw. Treasure Planet flashes on the tv.

Having an Omega near me brings me a comfort I’ve never known. I have never spent time around other Omegas. Before I was on suppressants, my heats were usually handled by Alphas or Betas. Or, sometimes, humans, but I hadn’t had a heat in years. I should probably talk to Jin about that at some point.

About halfway through the movie, it becomes obvious that Jimin has dozed off. Soft purrs leave him every so often and he’s rolled onto his back. Asleep, his face drops into an almost pouty expression. He’s much cuter like this, when he isn’t, seemingly, causing chaos with Taehyung.

“Can I scent you?” Taehyung’s voice is quiet and a little bit nervous. His nerves makes me shy.

“Y-yes,” I swallow, suddenly aware of everything happening around me. I hadn’t been scented by anyone but Yoongi so I wasn’t sure what to expect.

My head tilts to the side as his nose presses to my scent gland. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. We stay there for a while, him just taking in my scent. It suddenly makes me wonder what I smell like. You can’t smell your own scent, your brain filters it out before you even process it. Plus, your scent is more complex to your mates, something unique and satisfying to your senses. You even smell different to your different mates.

“Taehyung-“ I stop myself, a little embarrassed.

“You can call me Tae, you know,” I can feel his lips move against my neck, setting my nerve endings on fire.

“What do I smell like to you?” My teeth dig into my bottom lip nervously. This feels like an intimate conversation, but Jimin could wake up at any moment. I still don’t fully understand this whole mate thing. Not in a way that makes any rational sense. The concept of mates isn’t supposed to be rational, I suppose, but I feel like I’m not emotionally set up to be able to process it yet.

“Honeysuckle on a summer breeze,” His voice is almost nostalgic as he says it,” Combined with the scent Yoongi has left on you, it’s nearly enough to drive someone crazy.”

For a while, we sit like that, Taehyung scenting me while Jimin naps with his head in my lap. His version of scenting is different from Yoongi’s. Yoongi was gentle and soft while Taehyung is much more enthusiastic and forward. With Taehyung, I can feel how much my scent affects him. He’s much more open than Yoongi, at least when it comes to emotions. His teeth nip my scent gland, catching me off guard. All my breath leaves me in a rush.

“We’re home!” Taehyung pulls away with a huff, seemingly annoyed by our interruption. Hoseok comes around the corner, a couple bags in his hand. Yoongi trails in behind him, carrying more bags. They have brands from various clothing stores on them.

“Go help Jungkook unload. If you’re fast, it can be done before dinner,” Yoongi gives Taehyung a point look,” Wake Jimin up. He said he would help.”

“I’ll wake him up. You can go help Jungkook,” I give Taehyung a warm smile. He presses a quick kiss to my cheek, catching me off guard, before scrambling off to help Jungkook. I shake Jimin’s shoulder gently. He doesn’t stir,” Jiminie, it’s time to wake up.”

His eyes open at my words, his mouth forming a small, pouty circle. He just stares up at me for a minute, sleep still weighing heavily on his eyelids. We sit there for a few moments, his trying to wake up from his nap and me sitting captive under his head. He finally sits up, turning to face me for a moment.

“Say my name again,” His words are so forward, they catch me off guard.

“J-Jimin,” I answer without thinking. He offers me a sweet smile.

“Call me Jiminie,” With that, he’s gone, lopping off after Taehyung. It takes me a moment to clear my confusion and look over to see Yoongi and Hoseok still there. I blush, look away again, my hands knotting together.

“We got you some more clothes. I know Omega’s can be particular about clothing materials so I figured you could try them on and make sure there isn’t anything that needs to be returned or exchanged,” Hoseok holds up his hands, displaying the bags. I try not to look shocked at some of the brands I see on the bags. I had noticed that they seem to wear higher ends clothes but I didn’t think much of it at the time.

“Those are all for me?” I had never had any of my owners buy me clothes like this. I mean, they’re required to provide clothing but it was usually a week’s worth, at most.

“Lets just use the bathroom down here. I’m tired of carrying these bags,” Yoongi sets the bags at his feet.

“Hyung,” Hoseok whines,” We were gonna use my room because I have a full length mirror.”

“Then go get it,” Yoongi shrugs and sits next to me on the couch, pulling me into his arms. Hoseok rolls his eyes and heads up the stairs. I snuggle into his chest, letting out a content chirp.

“I missed you,” My words seem to catch us both off guard, Yoongi seeming to freeze. I blush again.

“I missed you too,” He says after a moment, humming and resting his head on top of mine. We separate, somewhat reluctantly, after Hoseok comes back downstairs lugging a tall mirror.

The next few hours make me feel like a doll playing dress up. Three piles are made: keep, exchange, and return. Yoongi seems very intune with my body language so I don’t have to verbalize if a certain material makes me uncomfortable. Most of the clothes are comfortable and the keep pile is by far the tallest. Dresses, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, button ups. Any kind of clothing imaginable. They had even thought to get me undergarments, though I chose not to question how they figured out my size.

The last dress takes my breath away. It’s a gorgeous emerald green dress with an open back, chains dangling between the shoulder blades. It feels much too nice for someone like me. Something for a fancy party, or a ball, or a fairytale. The silhouette is sleek and beautiful. No piece of clothing has ever made me feel this way. I’m almost nervous to show it to them. It doesn’t feel like I belong in this gown.

“Is everything okay?” Hoseok’s voice outside of the bathroom door wakes me from my stupor.

“I’m fine,” I say hastily, opening the door to see him standing right in front of me. One of my hands plays with the silky material,” I just-“

My words drop off at the expression on his face. He moves aside silently, allowing me space to walk to the mirror. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin seem to have finished whatever task they were completing, as they have joined Yoongi on the couch. I feel nervous under all these eyes. I can’t look at any of them, my hands wringing together nervously. No one says anything.

“Do I look okay?” My words shake almost as much as I am. It almost feels like anxiety has burrowed into my chest. I didn’t realize until this moment that I wanted them to like me. Wanted to think I was pretty or beautiful or that I was important to them. Without realizing, I’m staring holes into the carpet again. Fingers gently close on my chin, lifting my head to meet a pair of dark eyes. They belong to Hoseok.

“You’re beautiful,” Hoseok’s voice is husky and sends my heart pounding, for some reason,” Don’t doubt yourself.”

“This feels like such a fancy dress. Doesn’t it seem a bit excessive? When would I have an occasion to wear it?” I decide that changing the subject would be best for saving my heart from beating right out of my chest.

“We have to go to dinner parties and the such sometimes,” Yoongi says casually, though his eyes haven’t left me once since I walked out.

“I’m sure we could make a reason if we need to,” Jungkook’s tone is joking,” You’re definitely keeping that one.”

My face bright with a blush, I return to the bathroom to change back into the clothes I started in. I bring the dress out to Hoseok, who quickly adds it to the keep pile. I help him bag up the rejects and exchanges, despite his protests. It doesn’t take long to organize it with two people. I hadn’t realized Yoongi had disappeared until I could smell food coming from the kitchen. By that point, Hoseok and I had finished and the four boys were in some debate about soccer that I couldn’t follow. I wander into the kitchen, following my nose, to find Yoongi at the counter, hard at work.

“Hi,” my voice disappears into his back as I softly wrap my arms around his waist, my cheek pressing to his back. He puts down his knife and turns in my arms, hugging me back for a moment before lifting me up and setting me on the counter next to him.

“Hi Kitten,” His voice is warm as he turns back to his chopping. I watch him for a while in comfortable silence. It’s easy to be around Yoongi. I don’t have to think about what I say. He’s a comfortable sort of person, seemingly happy to just let other people exist in his silence.

He obviously knows his way around the kitchen as he makes some sort of pasta dish. He makes a couple of sides as well. Occasionally, he would silently offer me bites of food, letting me be his taste tester. It wasn’t until I tried the first bite that I realized how hungry I was. Taehyung, Jimin, and I had ended up skipping lunch without realizing it. Too busy in our own little world to notice the passing time.

By the time he’s finished, Jin and Namjoon have also returned. We all sit down to dinner, in the same seats as before. I’m nestled between Hoseok and Yoongi, Jimin across from me. This time, before I can move, Yoongi makes my plate for me. He returns it to me before making his own. Yoongi seems to be the type to take care of you in quiet ways. He doesn’t boast that he doing it for you, he just does it without thinking.

“We have a surprise for you,” Jin is the first one to speak. My eyes widen, not prepared for that one. Yoongi takes my hand and I follow all the boys upstairs.

They lead me to a room. I try to remember the directions. Upstairs, left, then the last door on the left. When they open the door, it’s the colors that catch my attention first. The walls are white but the furniture is mahogany with dark green bedding and yellow accents throughout the room. The bed is a king, just as big as Yoongi’s massive bed. More space than one person will ever need on a bed. There’s a carpet spread across the floor, soft and warm on my toes. At some point, Hoseok must have brought the clothes upstairs and put them in the closet.

“We thought you might like to have a room of your own,” Jimin’s voice is bright and chipper. He runs over to a massive wardrobe,” There are tons of nesting blankets and stuffed animals in here. We found ones that look like us and scented them for you. Thought it might make you feel more comfortable since I know how hard it is for an Omega to settle in a new home.”

“This is…. All for me?” I can’t stop my eyes from welling with tears. I’ve never had a space that didn’t also belong to someone else.

“We also have another room set aside for your that you can turn into whatever you want. It’s on the other end of the house,” Namjoon is the furthest away from me, behind the group.

“It’s like Taehyung’s art studio. Namjoon has a library. Jungkook has a gym,” Jimin ticks off his fingers,” Everyone’s room is different.”

“We wanted you to have your own space here. Somewhere that felt like home,” Hoseok offers me a bright smile,” It was Yoongi’s idea.”

Yoongi blushes and won’t meet my eyes, his ears red. It makes me warm that they want me to feel like I have a home. We talk and visit for a while but soon, everyone begins to disperse to get ready for the evening. I decide to build myself a quick nest, leaving the more advanced nest for the morning. When I turn around, I’m shocked to see Yoongi still there, leaning casually against the wall, two coffee cups in hand. He offers me one. Inside is some steaming hot chocolate.

“I just wanted to come say good night,” His ears are a little pink.

“Good night, Yoon,” The nickname slips out without much thought. His ears become even pinker.

“Want me to tuck you in?” His tone is a little more teasing this time, trying to cover up his own embarrassment.

“I think I can manage,” I blush a little,” Can I have a hug though?”

He opens his arms and I practically jump into them. I nuzzle my face into his chest, purring. His scent wraps around me, releasing any tension I might have had. His cheek rests on the top of my head. I try to build up my courage. It’s just a few words but they feel so hard.

“Yoongi, will you stay with me tonight?” The words are spoken into his chest, my arms wrapped around him tightly.

“Of course, Kitten,” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. We cuddle in bed together, my nest built around us. I’ve never felt so comfortable in another person’s presence. He feels like home. Not this room, not anything else. Just him.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Chapter Three coming soon!

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shecagobaby · 2 years

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Love of My Life Chapter Three: 'Breakfast in Bed'

Hi beautiful babies! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this new chapter out. Chapter four is almost done, so I'll have it out in the next day or two, then I will be working on all of your requests. For some reason I had a difficult time getting this the way I wanted, so instead of continuing to tweak it I'm just going to say screw it and post it. I love you all, thank you so much for the support! Enjoy! <3

Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. 18+

I woke up when I felt Joseph shift next to me. He exhaled deeply as he moved onto his back. I sighed and rolled over to look at him. I bit my lip, he looked so gorgeous as he slept. His full lashes rested on his cheeks, his lips set in what was almost a soft smile, his soft snores like a lullaby.

I groaned as i lifted myself out of bed, stumbling on my tired limbs, realizing last nights activities had taken a lot out me. I grabbed Joseph’s disregarded shirt off the floor and tugged it over my head and walked to the bathroom, rubbing my eyes. I smiled as Mikey stood at the door stretching, “good morning, handsome man,” I smiled at him. He barked and rubbed his paws on his face in response. I shushed him bending down, immediately trotting over to me, “hey, be quiet. Let your daddy sleep.” I said as he licked my nose. “Give me a minute, okay?” He huffed and laid on the bathroom floor watching me.

I stood and looked at myself, blinking hard. I dug my fingers in my eyes, plucking out the dry contacts. I quickly grabbed my glasses and slipped them on my face. My vision improved making the dark marks all over my neck extremely obvious. Normally I would be annoyed that I would have to spend lots of time attempting to cover them, but this time they made me smile as I ran my hand over them.

I turned to leave the bathroom, tiptoeing past a sleeping Joseph. I patted my hip gesturing for Mikey to follow me out of the room and he happily trotted to my side as I quietly closed the door. I stepped lightly as I made my way to the kitchen my sleeping boyfriend breakfast.

I threw some food in Mikey’s bowl before I opened the fridge and scanned for ingredients. I pulled out a carton of eggs, bacon, and butter. I carried them over to the counter next to the stove before reaching up to the cabinet on my tiptoes to retrieve the juicer, i shivered as Joseph’s shirt rode up and exposed my bare ass to the cool air of the apartment. I grabbed a few oranges from the basket of fruit we kept and cut them in half before pressing them onto the juicer.

“Alexa, shuffle songs by Harry Styles,” I smiled as ‘Watermelon Sugar’ began to quietly play, grabbing a pan from the drawer under the stove. I set it on the burner, struggling to turn on the gas on the old appliance. I unwrapped the bacon and placed a few slices in the pan. I lazily swayed to the music as i twisted the knob to adjust the heat.

I jumped when i felt two strong hands on my waist, “G’morning, love,” Joseph said as he brought his chin to my shoulder and placed a lingering kiss on my cheek.

I whined, “wanted you to sleep in, Joseph.” Still turning my head to place a soft kiss to his lips.

He chuckled against my mouth, “couldn’t fall back to sleep once you got up.”

I nudged him, “you were awake?”

He hummed a yes as his hands slipped under the fabric of my shirt and ran over my bare stomach, “missed ya too much.”

His hands traveled to my chest, lifting his shirt that covered my torso with it, tossing it to the kitchen floor leaving us both completely naked. I giggled as his facial hair tickled my shoulder, “babe, I’m cooking bacon I kinda need a shirt,” I said as the grease popped, making me squeal and back closer into him. He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “hope you’re hungry,” i breathed.

He moved my wild hair off of my shoulder in order to place a kiss under my ear, “‘m not hungry,” he mumbled as he reached forward and turned off the stove.

I laughed, “you’re kidding, right? you’re always hungry.” Joe had the appetite of a teenage boy, his metabolism worked at the speed of light. I remember when i told Joseph that i usually skipped breakfast. He had cooked a huge breakfast after the first time I slept over. He gave me a concerned look, ‘no you eat it every day from now on, it’s the most important meal.’

He smiled against my neck, “hmmm,” he hummed with a mischievous chuckle, “not hungry for food.”

He rubbed his naked erection against my ass as he nibbled at my earlobe. I moaned and reached back to tangle my fingers in his curls, “horny bastard,” i groaned.

He flicked his tongue on my pulse point, “you know you love it.” His gravelly voice vibrating through my body.

I turned in his arms, scanning over his sleepy face. His eyes were puffy, hair disheveled, and his lips were a deeper shade of red due to the rough kisses from the night before. I ran my thumb against his chin, examining the hair growing there. “I like this,” I mumbled. Joseph was usually clean shaven for the majority of our relationship, occasionally growing a little bit of facial hair when he was feeling lazy or for a role; But it was clear that he hadn’t shaved since he stopped filming.

He chuckled, “good, I’m tired of shaving. Shaved every damn day on set.”

I placed my lips on his, earning a happy moan from the gorgeous man. “I love it, kind of tickles,” i smiled against his mouth.

“Yeah?” He removed his lips from mine and ghosted his lips on my cheek, letting the short hairs run along my skin.

I bit my lip, my mind immediately turned dirty. I couldn’t help but think about how good it would feel when he kissed my inner thighs. I felt my face heat up at the thought. He brought his lips back to mine, his hands traveling from my lower back and to my ass.

“Ya know, we made a deal last night,” he said before slipping his tongue in my mouth. How could morning breath taste so good?

“What?” I asked in between kisses, my hands exploring his chest.

He smiled, “said ya would sit on my face today,” his voice becoming deeper.

I cleared my throat, “you mean right now?” I turned to look at the clock and it read 6:53. I couldn’t believe he was up, I assumed jet lag would have caught up to him, let alone be this revved up. I bit my lip, ready to tease him, “want my pussy on your tongue before 7?”

He gave my ass a tight squeeze, “I always want ya on my tongue.” He moved his lips to my jaw before moving to my neck, I hummed and leaned my head to the side to give him better access. “So what ya say,” he hummed, “can I have you for breakfast?”

I gently shoved his chest and moaned when i could feel his erection becoming more prominent against my leg. I ran hand down his chest to his stomach, fingers lingering on his soft happy trail. He shivered when my hands came closer to his cock, gently scratching at the area right above his pubic hair before reaching for the base of his cock. I smiled when i heard him groan before i slowly started stroking him.

“‘S that a yes, love?” He said as he lightly bit down on my neck. I whined at the slight pain before nodding and mumbling ‘mm-hmm.’

Before I had a moment to think, Joseph hoisted me over his shoulder and started making his way to our bedroom. I squealed, “Joe! Put me down!” I laughed, hanging upside down, using one hand to keep my glasses on my face and another to pinch his adorable butt.

“Hey!” He said, jumping, “want me to drop ya?” He punctuated his statement with a slap to my ass, making me squeal again.

When we entered the bedroom, he bent down and placed me back on my feet. I giggled as i slightly stumbled backwards. Joseph steadied me as he stayed kneeled in front of me. His big brown eyes stared up at me as he grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder, keeping his strong hands on my ass. “Jos- fuck!” I groaned as he licked up my cunt.

He hummed and flashed me a mischievous grin, “taste like heaven, Y/N.” I whined at his words and brought my fingers to his curls, pulling him back to my core. He chuckled and started to suckle at my clit while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I bit my lip and tugged hard on his hair. He groaned against my cunt, making me gasp as a vibration shot through my body.

He pulled away from me, before i could protest he pushed me on to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide, placing wet kisses along my inner thigh. I smiled to myself as I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. I bit my lip. I was right, his facial hair made the sensation much stronger. I moaned as he bit down on my soft flesh.

He brought his thumb to my clit, watching my face closely. I blushed and bit my lip hard to hold back a moan. “Fuck. you’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” he mumbled before he replaced his thumb with mouth.

I threw my head back at the sensation, his mouth feeling like complete ecstasy. I moaned his name loudly, his tongue quickly flicking against my sensitive nub before wrapping his lips around it.

I fell back as he took turns sucking on my clit and rolling his tongue around it. I wrapped my legs around his head to keep him as close to my cunt as possible.

Joseph intentionally hummed against my clit, earning a scream from me. He brought one hand up to my chest to roll my hard nipple between his middle finger and thumb, the other came to lace his fingers with mine. I squeezed his hand hard as his tongue left my clit and started to run through my folds. “Fuck,” i whined, bringing my eyes back to his.

His hand left my chest and removed his tongue from my cunt, replacing it with his fingers. He tongue peeked out from between his lips, concentrating hard as he watched his fingers trace up and down my slit before slowly pushing two in. He pumped them in and out slowly, curling them upwards every time he reached my g-spot. My breathing became uneven when he brought his gaze back to my face. He smirked at me, winking before he put his mouth back on my clit.

I groaned and i could feel myself already clenching around his fingers before i breathed, “cheeky fucking bastard.” I was almost annoyed that his wink was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Joe always became somewhat cocky when he had his head between my legs because he knew I was putty in his hands. He chuckled against my clit, his tongue working quickly as his fingers moved at an agonizingly slow pace.

I rolled my hips to meet each of his thrusts, “that’s it,” he mumbled against my core. I could feel my climax approaching, the combination of his tongue and fingers making a tight knot form in my belly. “Cum for me, love. I know you’re close, I can feel ya squeezing my fingers.”

“Mmm, don’t stop,” i whined as he brought his mouth back to my clit. He stopped pumping his fingers, instead repeatedly tapping them on the sensitive spot deep inside me. I started to squirm, my eyes rolling back him my head. He released my hand and brought it to my thigh to hold me still, my fingers immediately tangling in his curls. “Shit, s-so good, Joe.”

He started humming as he sucked on my clit, the constant vibration making my toes curl. My hips bucked against his mouth as i felt the beginning of my orgasm wash over me. Each sound that left my mouth sounded more pornographic than the one preceding it as I started to clench around his fingers. He kissed my thighs as his fingers gently worked me through my orgasm.

When my breathing slowed he climbed up my body, pushing my hair out of my face and peppering kisses along my cheeks. “Hey,” he mumbled. I realized my eyes were still squeezed shut. I slowly opened them and met his eyes, they were scanning my face as a soft smile formed on his wet lips. “God, you look so beautiful,” he breathed.

I smiled and slightly looked away, “I probably look crazy,” my voice shaky. i cleared my throat, “and I’m wearing my glasses.”

He turned my head to face him again, “I love you like this, all fucked out. You look breathtaking,” he said placing a soft kiss to my lips. “And your glasses are adorable,” he mumbled against my lips.

I smiled into the kiss. His tongue gently grazed my bottom lip asking for entry, which I happily granted. Our tongues tangled together while I moved my hand from his chest, down to his cock. We both groaned when i wrapped my hand around the base. I was shocked he was still fully erect, i started to pump him in my hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned as i ran my thumb over his tip. Joseph shivered when I ran my tongue along his bottom lip as I collected the pre cum that was leaking out of his cock. He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him. I immediately straddled him, lining his hard cock up with my wet slit. He gripped my waist hard stopping me from sinking down on his length. I whined looking up at him. He shook his head, “that wasn’t the deal, love.”

I groaned, his cocky tone reappearing. I never understood how he could be so sweet and loving one second and then a greedy horn dog the next. “C’mon Joseph, I wanna feel you. You teased me all las- ah!”

Before I could finish my thought, he was pulling me up his torso until my cunt was hovering over his face. “I’m not done tasting you,” he mumbled before slipping his tongue along my slit. I bit my lip and looked down at him, his eyes wide and dark were on me. He pulled back a little, i shivered when i could feel his breath fanning over my cunt. “I’ve missed the way you taste, it’s my favorite flavor and I haven’t had it in months, please?”

I sighed, there was the Joseph that made my heart melt. At the end of the day, if I didn’t want him to do something, he would stop immediately. A fact that I was very much aware of, I could pull away if I wanted to and he wouldn’t even be mad; but I also knew I had missed this just as much as he had. I sighed and nodded. Although I couldn’t see his mouth, I could tell there was a smile on his lips. I smiled back briefly before a moan ripped through me as he pulled my hips down onto his tongue. I was no longer hovering over his face, i was fully seated and he was devouring me. His tongue running over every inch of my cunt.

My breathing became erratic again, grinding myself against his tongue. I reached back and took his cock in my hand. Joseph shut his eyes as a feral sound escaped from his mouth and shot through my core.

Every time I rocked my hips, his tongue buried deeper inside me. I whined when his nose started to bump against my clit. I pumped him faster and his grip tightened around me, lifting me up. “‘m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he grunted.

I brought my hand away as he rolled his tongue over my clit. I spit in my hand bringing it back to his cock so my hand could glide more easily. His eyes fluttered shut and he hummed. “Mmmm, Joe,” i whined, “Wanna feel you cum in me, babe.”

He sucked hard on my clit one last time, making me throw my head back. He released my clit with a pop and ran his tongue along my slit one last time before before he breathed, “Wanna ride my cock, love?” I moaned and nodded quickly. He placed a kiss to my clit before releasing his hold on me. My shaky legs moved off his face.

Joe inched back so he could rest against the bed frame. I moved down to straddle him, but first stopped to admire his cock. I took it in my hand, letting a drop of spit fall from my tongue and drip on to his bright red tip before stroking it. I then realized he had been hard for an hour with very little relief. I looked at his face, his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were red and wet, his chest rapidly moving up and down There were very few times in our sex life where i felt I was the one in control. It wasn’t that he was necessarily dominant, but he loved making me feel good which often led to me feeling like I neglected him. I would try to take care of him but often he would have my hands trapped in his so I couldn’t touch him or I’d be four orgasms deep and couldn’t remember my own name, let alone stroke his cock. Right now he looked spent and i could easily tease him like crazy.

I bit my lip and looked at his cock again, it was red and angry. “Does it hurt?” I asked. He nodded, looking at me through hooded eyes. “Can i take care of you?” He sighed, giving me a look. I knew he understood me. He knew i was asking to take control and make him cum whether I did or not. I gave him a pleading look.

He groaned and finally gave me a small nod. I smiled and brought my lips to his giving him a soft, sweet kiss. Joseph whined as i moved to straddle him. He sighed as i slowly slid down on his cock. I saw the immediate relief on his face as i fully seated on his cock. His hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. “Thank you,” he choked out.

I started to bounce on his cock, slowly at first so I could adjust before reaching a steady pace. I watched his face contort as i rode him. “So pretty,” I mumbled as I brought my hand to his cheek. He blushed and it felt so natural how our roles had reversed. I stopped bouncing and let his cock fill me all the way up. I moaned and started grinding against him. He bit his lip and a mischievous grin spread over my face. I wanted to see him cum and I knew how to do it. I slightly pushed away from him and grabbed his hand. I placed it on the lowest point of my stomach before rolling my hips again, “feel that, babe? Feel how full you make me?”

I smiled as he whined at his own trick, I held his hand there as i continued my movements. I leaned forward to attach my lips to his neck, sucking a mark onto his neck. He released a choked moan as i moved to nibble on his ear lobe.

“Cum for me baby, wanna feel you fill me up,” I hummed, speeding my movements up. His cock felt amazing, but I didn’t want to try to chase my own release. I knew it would only take me a little longer, but I was dying to help him reach his. I reached one hand behind me and cupped his balls in my hand.

“Fu-uck!” He whimpered, his voice catching in his throat. I rolled my hips two more times before he grabbed my hips to still my movements.

I pulled his hair, forcing him to look at me as he started to fill me up. I bit my lip, his cock twitching in me felt like bliss, “I love you,” i moaned, “love you so much.”

He held me tight against him, bringing his face to the crook of my neck, “thank you,” he chuckled, “i needed that.” I continued to roll my hips slowly. I nodded and kissed his temple. He sighed, I could feel his contentment and the feeling was mutual. “You’re the love of my life, ya know that?” he mumbled.

I smiled, and hummed in agreement. “Glad I’m not the only one,”i mumbled as he held me close. I ran my fingers through his hair, “tired?” I asked in a low voice. He nodded, “jet lag?” He yawned and nodded again. I kissed his cheek before I slid off his cock, earning a desperate whine similar to the ones to the ones I make when he pulls out of me. I couldn’t help but blush as I thought, ‘god, is that what i sound like?’

He immediately pulled me to his side so I could put my head on his chest, I nuzzled my head in his neck and placed a soft kiss there. He sighed, “you didn’t cum,” he sounded frustrated.

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous man, it was like he didn’t remember the countless earth shattering orgasms I’ve had since he came home. “That’s alright, I know you’ll make it up to me,” I laughed, he squeezed me tight and nodded with a breathy chuckle. I rubbed his chest and stomach before closing my eyes. I felt his stomach rumble against my palm. “Let’s take a nap and then we’ll get take out, okay?” He pulled me closer, squeezing my shoulders. I took his soft snores as an agreement to my suggestion.

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okdeedee · 9 months

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i have some more seven minutes in heaven with a pedro boy of choice as created/coined/prompted by @boliv-jenta, because i’m a goddamn comedian, and this is fun for me. thank you for thinking this idea up.

this is every pedro boy i have an opinion on:

javi p : 7 minutes pretending I have no idea who he is and treating him like your average joe, just so he gets a break from the incessant pablo escobar questions. i will however be unabashedly checking him out and complimenting whatever obscenely well tailored and bright button up shirt he has on that day.

marcus m: split the time in half. first 3.5mins? sorry i’m just gonna throw metal stuff at him (with consent) and test the magic metal powers. second 3.5mins? a little shoulder massage. he seems tense.

dave york: 7 minutes in Court Ordered Therapy. i don’t like him and i don’t like his hair. he gives me the heeby jeebies.

joel miller: i’ll be honest i’ve got 2 options. 1) sit on a porch and chill out with him and his guitar. serenade me, cowboy. i’ll serenade you right back.

or,,

2) do my level best to (with consent) give him life-changing-make-you-want-to-plan-a-future-with-me-level head. yeah. uh. next.

marcus p: let me at this man!!!! i want to play with his hair i want to be all curled up with him on a couch i’ll watch Casablanca! i’ll watch some movie from the 40s. do i like them? no! would i watch them all day (or in fact for 7 minutes) just to be in his presence? yes!

jack daniels deserves a nice one so here’s a nice one for him as well: 7 minutes at some near-empty bar in the early afternoon. maybe i steal his hat and put it on and maybe that holds implications. perhaps i am unwaveringly normal and complimentary and he’s taken aback by my lack of performance and abundance of genuineness and falls in love with me and ditches the whole arrogance and misogyny sort of act. i don’t know. just spitballing.

din djarin: 7 minutes to watch him train or absolutely decimate a group of ruffians in a brawl. i’d like him use his gadgets and his brute strength and proficiency. i’d start wanting to bite things. after? i’d give him orange slices or a cold washcloth or again, head,,,,. whatever he needs. i live to serve.

pero tovar: talking him through a 7 minute personal hygiene and skincare routine. i just have this feeling he’d really be into soap if he ever got the chance to use it. and then if there was time left over i’d re-do his eyeliner.

max phillips: i don’t much like him. think i’d follow him around with a UEBOOM playing various songs from the twilight soundtracks for 7 minutes. then get the hell out of dodge before he could ruin my life.

javi g: anything. i’d stare at him in that white singlet for 7 minutes. i’d let him wax poetic about nicolas cage. i’d go for a swim. i’m terrified of heights but i’d cliff-dive with him. i’ll let him talk me through the entire nicolas cage collection. hell, i’ll hang his laundry out to dry for 7 minutes. I just want to be in his presence. he’s my dream man. ugh.

ezra: since prospect was taken off netflix in my country and i haven’t been able to watch it in 2 years, ezra in my head is now more closely associated with either @oonajaeadira’s bookshop series or @frannyzooey’s in the dark

(this doubles as a shoutout to them for some gorgeous gorgeous writing in these series and in everything they do. i hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this!)

if we’re in bookshop? i’d like to coexist with ezra peacefully for 7 minutes. all domestic. surrounded by the smell of old books. talking about random things. maybe holding his hand and stroking the back of it with my thumb. something soft and loving. what a sweet and heartwarming series.

if we’re in in the dark i’m sorry, i would lean more towards getting absolutely railed into next week by him. god he’s hot. i’m not immune to a bit of an age gap and this one is done so well and so tastefully.

frankie morales: i think i’d enjoy spending seven minutes chatting with an alcoholic beverage while we’re grilling at the barbeque. so dad-coded of me, but maybe the sun is setting and it’s summer and it’s a taste of normalcy he hasn’t had in a while so it’s romantic. i like him. i like him a lot.

oberyn martell: i think i’d spontaneously combust in his presence. he’s just … wow. and ellaria is so gorgeous as well. I’m just one shy bisexual. i’d need the upper hand or at least to impress them. OK let’s set it that I’m like a travelling bard or something and I’ve come to Dorne. Therefore I’d sing for them. that’s my One Great Skill. and then they go oh nice! and i get a full time job just doing what bards do in Dorne. and maybe i am invited to their bed once in a while.

pedro across the street: forget apple originals - to me, PATS is from oonajaeadiras’ good things take time series. her work has a way of sticking in your brain. would love a 7minute non sexual massage from this one. my trapezius (?) muscles are rock hard.

surely that’s it. i feel like i’ve forgotten a big one. well. thanks for reading if you got this far.

peace out.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #looked up the trapezius muscle after this and i was right #lesson: never doubt yourself

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kana2025 · 6 days

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JAEHYUN x READER PART 3 (Final) | Moments of Color

Word Count: 500+

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Life

Synopsis: You, a talented painter, navigate life and love with Jaehyun, your charming boyfriend. Through playful moments and romantic gestures, you strengthen your bond, culminating in a surprise getaway to a lakeside cabin. There, you explore nature, create art together, and deepen your connection. The story celebrates romance, creativity, and the beauty of shared experiences.

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The following weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Between your painting sessions and Jaehyun's busy schedule, finding time together became increasingly precious. Yet, each moment you shared was filled with warmth and love, making the busy days worthwhile.

One Friday evening, Jaehyun surprised you with a weekend getaway. "Pack a bag," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have a surprise for us."

"Where are we going?" you asked, curiosity piqued.

"You'll see," he replied with a wink, not giving away any details.

You packed your essentials, including your sketchbook and some paints, and soon you were on the road. Jaehyun drove with a sense of purpose, the destination a mystery but his excitement infectious. The cityscape gradually gave way to rolling hills and lush greenery, the scenery becoming more picturesque with every mile.

After a couple of hours, Jaehyun turned down a secluded, tree-lined road, finally pulling up to a charming, rustic cabin by a serene lake. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the water, making the whole scene look like something out of a painting.

"Surprise," Jaehyun said, his smile wide and boyish. "I thought we could use a little break, just the two of us."

You felt a rush of gratitude and love. "It's perfect, Jaehyun. Thank you."

Inside the cabin, the decor was cozy and inviting. A large stone fireplace dominated the living room, and the windows offered stunning views of the lake and surrounding forest. You explored the space together, marveling at the quaint charm and thoughtful touches.

"There's more," Jaehyun said, leading you outside to a small dock that extended over the water. "I thought we could have a picnic dinner here tonight."

You helped him set up, spreading out a blanket and arranging the delicious food he had packed. As you settled down, the sky transformed into a canvas of deep purples and oranges, the setting sun reflecting off the tranquil lake.

"This is amazing," you said, leaning against Jaehyun and soaking in the beauty around you.

He wrapped an arm around you, his touch warm and reassuring. "I wanted to give us a chance to relax and recharge. We've both been so busy."

You nodded, feeling the tension of the past weeks melt away. "This is exactly what we needed."

As you ate, you talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily. The stars began to appear, twinkling above like tiny diamonds, and the sound of the water gently lapping against the dock added to the serene atmosphere.

After dinner, Jaehyun stood up and extended a hand to you. "Dance with me?

You laughed softly. "There's no music."

"We don't need music," he said, pulling you to your feet.

He held you close, swaying gently to an imagined melody. The night air was cool and crisp, and the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you, moving in perfect harmony.

When you finally pulled apart, you both sat back down, Jaehyun pulling you into his lap. "I have another idea," he said, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. "Let's make a painting together."

You turned to look at him, intrigued. "Together?"

He nodded, a playful smile on his lips. "We can use that big canvas you brought. You start, and I'll add to it. We'll create something unique, a blend of both our styles."

The idea excited you. "Let's do it."

You brought out the canvas and set it up on the dock, the moonlight providing a soft, ethereal glow. With brushes in hand, you began to paint, each stroke guided by the inspiration of the moment. Jaehyun watched for a while, then picked up a brush and started adding his own touches.

It was a dance of colors and ideas, his bold lines complementing your delicate details. The painting took shape slowly, evolving into a vibrant representation of your shared creativity and love. As the night deepened, you both stepped back to admire your work.

"It's beautiful," Jaehyun said, his voice filled with awe.

"Just like this weekend," you replied, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You spent the rest of the evening by the fire, talking about your dreams and future plans. The crackling flames and the comfort of Jaehyun's arms made the cabin feel like the coziest place on earth. Eventually, you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.

The next morning, you woke to the sound of birds chirping and the gentle light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Jaehyun was still asleep, his expression peaceful and content. You slipped out of bed quietly, deciding to capture the serene moment in your sketchbook.

Sitting by the window, you began to draw, the tranquility of the morning reflected in your lines. When Jaehyun woke up and joined you, he watched in silence for a while, then wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"Good morning," he said, his voice a sleepy rumble.

"Good morning," you replied, tilting your head back to kiss him.

After a leisurely breakfast, you spent the day exploring the area around the cabin. You hiked through the forest, discovering hidden trails and breathtaking views. Jaehyun's playful nature made the adventure even more fun, and you captured moments in your sketchbook whenever you found a particularly beautiful spot.

In the afternoon, you both took a canoe out on the lake, paddling to a secluded spot where you could swim and relax. The water was cool and refreshing, and you spent hours just floating and talking, enjoying each other's company.

As evening approached, you returned to the cabin, tired but happy. You cooked dinner together, savoring the simple pleasure of preparing a meal side by side. After dinner, you sat by the fire again, this time with hot cocoa and marshmallows.

"Today was perfect," you said, snuggling closer to Jaehyun.

"Every day with you is perfect," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "I wish we could stay here forever."

"We can always come back," Jaehyun said. "This place will be our little escape, whenever we need it."

As you drifted off to sleep that night, you knew that this weekend would always hold a special place in your heart. It was a reminder of the love and connection you shared, a bond that only grew stronger with each passing day.

Back in the city, life resumed its usual pace, but the memories of your getaway remained a source of inspiration and comfort. Whenever you felt overwhelmed, you would look at the painting you and Jaehyun had created together, a beautiful reminder of the magic you had shared.

With each stroke of your brush and each beat of Jaehyun's heart, you continued to build a life filled with love, creativity, and endless possibilities. And no matter where life took you, you knew that you would always have each other, and that was the greatest masterpiece of all.

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Home is where the heart is

Book: Open Heart x Red Carpet Diaries Crossover

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Fluff

Words: 3,000+

Summary: It’s Christmas time. Luna and Bryce get visited by Ethan & Hayley. But it looks like Luna gets to fangirl a little first.

A/N: I’m participating in the @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event as well as @choicesdecember2022 Day 7 - Middle of the Night

It’s that beautiful time of the year. Christmas. Though it is a very non-white Christmas in Hawaii. We still enjoy having a great dinner with family and friends. Sharing laughs and great stories. Exchanging gifts.

Our family loves to spend time at the beach. Going surfing, swimming, and having a great time with the family.

These are things that we want to do with our kids when they arrive in March next year.

When I think back to last year? So many things have changed.

Bryce and I were living with Keiki in Boston. I was working at that awful art gallery, which I’m glad I quit. I found something new and something better.

I proposed to Bryce. Which he still doesn’t shut up about. He says ”She put a ring on it“ I laugh silently at that.

B and I moved to Honolulu. We came back to where we both feel at home and alive. It’s our happy place, because home is where the heart is.

We’re carving our own path. Both B and I. While he works at the Kuakini Medical Center I accepted a job offer to teach art at the University of Hawaii.

Months later Bryce and I got our own little miracle when we found out we were expecting twins. Two girls. Can you believe that? It’s still insane to me and I have to grin at that.

We’re getting married, though we’re postponing it for the time being. We’ve both got so many things going on we just don’t want to get married in a hurry and without our close family and friends on our special day.

We also made some new friends. Two wonderful and amazing women. Meilani and Aubrey. Who are a great addition to our friend group.

”Luna?“

I get thrown out of my straying thoughts when I hear a deep male voice.

I sigh as I have to look up and up.

”So what’s on your shopping list? Did we get all the ingredients for the cookies, pies…and tartelettes? I don’t even know what that is, to be honest,“ Ethan says and moves the shopping cart further down the aisle. Past the bread and cereal. I have to grab some lucky charms for Bryce.

Ethan and Hayley are visiting us for a couple of days, before they fly back to Boston. Let’s not forget Jenner. Cutest dog in the world.

So I took Ethan grocery shopping. Best idea ever.

Damn, I hate the fact that Ethan is so tall. I basically have to run to catch up with him.

”Can you slow down? I’m way shorter than you and I’m also 6 months pregnant.“ I say and Ethan slows down blushing furiously.

”How’s the pregnancy going? Any weird food cravings that drive Bryce up the wall?“ he jokes and laughs.

”Does Bryce count as a food craving?“ I ask.

I am trying to act serious but I have to laugh at Ethan’s expression. He looks as if he bit into a lemon.

”I shouldn’t have asked,“ he mumbles.

I want to pat his shoulder but reach his midriff instead.

I grin.

”Don’t get your panties in a twist my little orange blossom.”

He sighs but endures my teasing.

”I know you love me too much to say anything about these cute little nicknames that I use. Between you and me I know I’m your favorite person next to Hayley.“

He just gives me a look and I grin.

”No weird food cravings. If you don’t count peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with banana slices inside as a food craving. Bryce makes a really good one. His pj and jelly sandwiches are the best.“

”Yeah because he can’t screw that up.“

Ethan laughs.

I pinch his arm and he rubs it afterwards.

”Don’t be mean. You don’t have to play the role of the grinch. It’s too early for that.“

I say and ask him to hand me the shopping list. To see what else we need.

We’re all going to make some delicacies this Christmas.

All of the Auclair family. Meaning me, my cousins Soraya, Evie, and Sky. My gran, my grandpa, mom and dad, my aunt Joe and my uncle Joseph.

Everyone is making a Hawaiian specialty. Can’t wait for that food fest.

Keiki and Bryce are going to help too. Although Bryce is just going to steal cookies and act as if the dog ate them. Nice try Lahela.

Soraya and her girlfriend Meilani, who is my OB/ Gyn and works together with Bryce and his other colleague Aubrey will join us too.

Maxi my best friend and her lover? Date buddy? Adam. I honestly don’t know the status of their relationship, but I’d say it’s somewhere between figuring things out and it’s complicated.

Maxi's mom Amara is going to be there too.

As for Maxi‘s brother Caelum? I don’t think he’s going to join us. Since he and Maxi have to meet again and start to patch things up. I just don’t think they are at that level yet. Rebuilding a relationship takes time. It doesn’t happen overnight.

But hey Christmas miracles happen all the time. I‘d wish they would be as close as they were before Maxi's dad died in a car accident.

Let’s not forget my brother and sister whom mom and dad recently adopted. It’s their first Christmas with all of us. It’s going to be magical.

A static voice sounds from the speakers above.

”Attention all customers. Don’t forget today is 50% off on all products from the produce and dairy aisles.“

Ethan and I move further into the condiments aisle.

”I need some cinnamon. For the snickerdoodles.“

I say and when I turn around I can see Ethan looks like a kid on Christmas morning. I smile and love the fact that he feels open enough to share his feelings. Whether he voices them out loud or just shows them.

We reach the produce aisle. Ever since I got pregnant with the twins I‘ve started to love fresh fruit and vegetables more and more.

I grab some mangos and look up when I almost drop said mangos.

I sigh and gently put the mangos into the shopping cart.

”Oh my god. Do you know who that is?“ I grab Ethan’s shirt.

Ethan looks around and tries to figure out who I could mean.

”Who?“

I take his chin and move it in the direction I meant.

”It’s Matt Rodriguez. Oh my god, I need to get an autograph. How do I look?“

Ethan eyes me as if I don’t have all cookies left in the jar.

”You look beautiful as always, but what about our ingredients for the cookies?“ he asks, looking down into our shopping cart.

”Who cares about cookies when you have Matt Rodriguez standing at the produce aisle.“

I say getting super excited.

”Who is Matt Rodriguez?“ Ethan asks.

”Have you been living under a rock E?“ I shake my head in disbelief.

”Does Bryce know you have a crush?“ he chuckles.

”Pfft. Please his guilty pleasure is Matt’s movie, Cactus Rose. We watch it together all the time.“

Ethan whistles.

”I’m seeing Bryce in a whole new light.“

I grin and can’t believe my luck. To meet an actor I admire and let’s be honest he’s hot. He’s got nothing on Bryce of course, but still, he seems nice and he’s a damn good actor.

I look up at the ceiling.

”Santa, if you're out there, thank you for making my wish come true. I promise I’ll make Bryce’s wish come true too if I can get Britney Spears to sign an autograph.“

Ethan snorts.

”Santa doesn’t exist.“

I gasp and look at Ethan as if I swallowed something rotten.

”How dare you, sir! I don’t even recognize you, Ethan Jonah Ramsey! I’d never think that these are the words that would come out of my male best friend's mouth.“

Ethan shrugs his shoulders.

”Well I was just honest. So how about that autograph?“ he asks and points to Matt who is moving his shopping cart away. I’ve got to go there and ask him for an autograph and maybe a selfie.

”Nice segue. Don’t think this conversation is over. But autograph first, cookie ingredients later.“

I breathe out and take all my courage to go over there and ask Matt for an autograph.

”Excuse me?“ I ask and Matt turns around flashing his megawatt smile. I swear I sighed a little.

”Yeah?“ he asks still smiling.

”I don’t want to be rude but my fiancé and I are big fans of yours would you maybe sign my…“ I ask and realize I don’t have anything for him to sign.

He smiles and gets out a card with the logo of his latest movie Cactus Rose to sign for me.

”Could you make it for Bryce and Luna? Otherwise, he’s never going to believe me I met you,“ I smile and Matt grins.

”Officially I’m on vacation with my wife who’s here somewhere. Here I’ll sign these for you Luna.“

I smile and just nod. Not able to form words.

”I’m sorry I’m usually not that starstruck. I think I’d be even more starstruck if I met Frida Kalo or Pablo Picasso.“

When Matt looks at me with a confused look on his face.

”I’m an artist and work as an art professor at the University of Hawaii.“

Matt’s eyes widen.

”No way! Really? You know it’s funny my wife and I are looking for an artist. We wanted to commission a piece for our new home here in Honolulu. Would you be interested in making an art piece for us? I wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself,“ he says and points to my stomach.

”Oh don’t worry I’d tell you if it was too much. But you know what? You can always check out my art pieces for art on the fence. It’s a non-profit group of local artists who present their work. You can take a look and even buy some art pieces. But if you’re looking for something specific I’m sure we can work something out.“

Matt grins and hugs me.

I must’ve squeaked like a mouse.

”Damn I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hug you too hard. Are you alright?“

He asks concern lacing his voice.

”I was just hugged by Matt Rodriguez. Santa sure was good this year.“

He smiles and we exchange numbers. He promises to reach out so we can meet and discuss the art he’d like to commission.

He walks away but then he comes back.

”Can I take a picture with you? I think you’re one of the prettiest pregnant women I’ve seen, including my wife, so I’d really love it if we took a picture together.“

Matt asks, smiling.

Again I just nod.

We take a pic and he waves goodbye. I must’ve looked like an idiot.

I stand there holding my phone and the autographs and just smile.

As I walk towards the shopping cart where Ethan is waiting for me, a grin on his face, I feel as if I’m floating on fluffy clouds.

”Happy?“ Ethan asks.

I nod.

”Very.“

He shakes his head and grins.

I can’t stop smiling all the way to the cash register. We pay for all the ingredients and go to the parking garage. Hopefully, we got everything, and in my fangirling haze, we didn’t forget any ingredients. If not I’ll just send Keiki or Bryce to the store.

When we reach home I almost rip the door open in my haste to get inside.

Jenner greets me, his tail wagging.

I pat him, walk further into the house and he looks with sad eyes at me.

”Sorry buddy I have to share some news afterward you can have as much Luna time as you want.“

He licks my hand I and I smile at him.

I look around for Bryce as Ethan gets the ingredients inside. He said he won’t let me carry the groceries.

My mom smiles at me and Hayley greets Ethan with a kiss.

”Bryce is outside with Keiki.“

Mom says and I nod. Jenner walks over to Ethan. Who showers him with love.

I spot Bryce and walk towards him and almost knock him over in his seat.

He laughs and steadies me so we both won’t fall over.

”Looks like someone missed me.“

”You’re a sight for sore eyes.“ I hug him, because despite my fangirling moment? He’s my forever love.

I inhale his scent of fresh laundry, the ocean, and Bryce.

He kisses my temple and I relax in his arms.

We hear footsteps and see Ethan walking outside, as he joins us in the garden. He hands me a glass of hibiscus lemonade. My gran made it fresh this morning and brought it over.

”Guys you won’t believe who I met.“

Bryce and Keiki share a look and shake their heads.

”Who?“ Bryce asks.

”Matt Rodriguez. At the produce aisle.“

”Come on there’s no way you met Matt. Pics or it didn’t happen.“

Bryce says and looks at me as if he doesn’t know if I’m making it up or not.

I grin and can’t wait for him to eat his words.

”Oh I got pics alright babe. I got a job for a commission for Matt freaking Rodriguez. He gave me his number and wants me to commission an art piece for him and his wife.“

Bryce and Keiki speak at the same time.

”What?“

They both scoot closer as I show them the picture of me and Matt. Both of us smile at the camera.

Ethan grins as Hayley walks out too.

”What are they all so excited about?“ she asks.

Ethan shakes his head.

”Luna met some guy called Matt Rodriguez. Don’t know who that is. So now everyone is fangirling over him. Even Bryce.“

Hayley squeals and joins the fangirling fest too. Ethan just shakes his head.

They all enjoy some time in the sun until they move back inside to prepare the sweet delicacies.

Three hours later….

”I know you love the British bake-off, but it looks as if you’re not very good at making pastries or sweets in general, am I right?“

”I don’t watch the British bake-off.“ Ethan replies but I just can’t take him seriously when he wears an apron with the face of the grinch. He lost a bet against Hayley and now has to wear it.

I laugh and Hayley joins me but tries to turn it into a cough when Ethan turns around to look at her.

”Even though he watched many episodes he can’t make a pie. Or cookies. Let’s not even talk about pancakes.“

Hayley laughs and steals a piece of apple that’s lying in a bowl for the pie filling.

”You can’t make pancakes? Oh, don’t feel bad pumpkin spice. Bryce can’t make them either.“

I say and roll out the dough for the pie crust.

”Hey come on.“

Bryce says flustered.

”You know it’s true B.“

I say and take the pie crust and put it into the tart mold. So I can pour the filling in and make a beautiful apple pie.

”You’re probably right.“ Bryce sighs.

Ethan grins.

”You folded so quickly.“

He says to Bryce.

Bryce just winks at him.

”Although I’d say Bryce is a little better at pancakes than you are Ethan.“

Bryce kisses me on my temple.

”Beat that Ramsey. Lunes knows her stuff.“

Ethan just stares at us until he smiles.

”I just can’t be mad at Luna.“

Ethan admits.

Hayley grins.

”He’s having a hard time saying no to you.“

Hayley grins and Ethan just sighs but nods.

”He’s not the only one. I meant myself if it wasn’t clear.“ Bryce grins and hugs me from behind.

Everyone laughs and has a great time.

I grin and we continue making pies. Cookies. Anything sweet.

Bryce steals cookies again and tries to blame Jenner.

Shaking my head at him, because we all know he ate most of the cookies.

4 a.m.

I walk down because I didn’t feel Luna next to me in bed.

When I walk down the steps I see a blue light coming from the tv.

Luna snuggled on the couch and enjoying some apple pie.

”So that’s where you disappeared to.“

I say and Luna almost jumps off the couch. Her apple pie flies out of her hand, but I catch it before it can land on the floor and create a mess.

”Oh my god you scared the hell out of me. Never do that again. It was just getting interesting.“

She glares at me.

”You look way too cute for me to be mad at you.“

I notice that Luna isn’t alone.

”Hey buddy. Why is Jenner on the couch? Shouldn’t he be with Ethan and Hayley?“

I ask and Jenner scoots closer to my hand so that he can get some pats. I grin and pat him behind his ears.

”He got kicked out.“

She replies and sits down again.

”Oh? Oh! Got it.“

We both grin as I join her and she leans into me. Jenner doesn’t want to feel left out so he joins us too.

Sprawled over our legs.

”I hope he’s potty trained.“

I smack him on his arm.

”Bryce! Poor Jenner is potty trained. If you’re going to watch tv with us, there are no mean comments allowed.“

”Am I forgiven?“ I ask and hand her apple pie back to her. She sighs.

”Sure.“ She says and I grin at her.

”So what are guys watching?“ I ask.

Luna swallows a bite of apple pie.

”Sailor Moon. Jenner and I are huge fans. It’s just getting interesting.“

”Oh my god. It’s been a while since I’ve watched Sailor Moon.“

I say and steal a bite from the apple pie.

”Wait, you've watched Sailor Moon? That’s really hot.“

She says and stares at me as if she’s seeing me for the first time.

I laugh.

”It was one of Keikis favorite animated tv shows of all time. Next to Scooby-Doo and Power Puff Girls. But Sailor Moon was Keiki's favorite. Every Sunday morning she’d get up early and tune in for Sailor Moon. At first, I didn’t want to admit that it was good but I started to like it. I even bought the mangas. They’re really good.“

Luna gasps.

”I love the illustrations. I’ve wanted to try myself at creating mangas. You know art is very widely ranged. So manga is a part that I haven’t branched out to yet but I’d love to.“

Luna gets all excited and I’m happy for her.

I love her, even more, when she’s all excited and passionate about a new area of art or a new art piece.

”You can borrow my mangas if you want.“ I offer and she nods.

I smile as we continue to watch Sailor Moon stumble upon a cute cat with a moon on her forehead.

Luna smiles at the cat and we keep watching episode after episode until we all fall asleep right on the couch.

It’s a beautiful feeling to fall asleep next to the person you love the most.

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Weekend Top Ten #630

Top Ten Chocolates

Well, there’s chocolate. And, there’s chocolate. But! Only Wonka makes your confidence sky-rock-a-let. So put your hand into your pock-a-let, grab yourself some Wonka chocolate!

Ahem.

The problem being, of course, that Wonka Chocolate doesn’t actually exist. Well, okay, there’s something called Wonka Chocolate, but let’s face it, it doesn’t make you fart hummingbirds or whatever. Sadly, proper Wonka Chocolate remains the province of tall tales and masterful musicals that shockingly didn’t even get nominated for a single Oscar, despite having several of the best songs of the year.

Yes, even better than I’m Just Ken.

Where was I?

Oh yes, Easter. A celebration of renewal, of springtime, and of course the inspiration for the classic film The Life of Brian. So in a moment of spiritual solemnity I’m going to focus on the true meaning of the season by writing a list about chocolate.

This is no hifalutin list of blends and flavours; oh no sir. I did consider that, but then I thought that sounded both like a lot of hard work and also a bit pretentious. No, this is just chocolate products that taste really nice. Not cakes or anything though; basically bars. Chocolate bars. And stuff.

And that’s all there is to it. Now let’s all eat like we’re in the Ironic Punishment Division.

Dark Chocolate Orange: I like dark chocolate, I like orange-flavoured chocolate. There’s also something about the size and heft of the Chocolate Orange slices (segments?) that gives them a bit of gravitas; they’re small enough to have a few, if you feel like it, but also substantial enough to feel like a decent bit of chocolate on their own. Essentially, they tick all the boxes.

Dairy Milk: it’s classic, right? Now, generally speaking, I do prefer dark chocolate; I love those sexy Lindt bars and even a Bourneville. Those aren’t on this list though, but take it as read: they’re great. However, you really have to hand it to the simplicity and verisimilitude of Dairy Milk; it goes with everything. Snapping off a square from a big bar is one thing; but Easter eggs. Is there anything nicer than the shape and consistency of Dairy Milk Easter egg chocolate? I don’t care what comes with the egg, just give me several enormous Cadbury’s ones.

Starbar: going onto actual chocolate bars now, and I do like a bit of something in it. Starbars are great because they are soft but substantial; chewy, crunchy, and really jut have a lot going on. They feel light enough that you don’t get post-choc guilt attacks, but they also have their own bit of weight and substance regardless.

Cadbury’s Caramel: don’t give me any of that “Dairy Milk with Caramel” nonsense. This is its own beast. Dairy Milk chocolate, yes, but with really nice caramel within. Simply the best choc-and-caramel combo; sorry, Galaxy. And does anyone else miss the curiously sexy bunny?

Maltesers: I think I’ve become more and more drawn to the simple elegance of a Malteser as I’ve gotten older. The chocolate may not be Cadbury’s, but it’s sweet and light, and the soft, sugary sensation of dissolving one in your mouth borders on the sublime. I could probably eat a boxful if I allowed myself.

Peanut M&Ms: the connoisseur’s cinema snack of choice. There was a time when my wife and I could not be caught dead without a pack, either at the flicks or just in the car. However, they’re kinda expensive and very sweet and also the kids might have choked on them. But maybe they should make a comeback.

Crunchie: a thick, sturdy block of delightfully sweet honeycomb wrapped in a thin layer of chocolate. One of the most enjoyable chocs to eat due to its combination of subtlety and lightness and also it’s chonky boi energy. Can be soft, can be sharp, always tasty.

Boost: lower down the list than perhaps it really deserves. I really love a Boost, but they are superficially similar to the rather lighter and slightly more flavoursome Starbar. Their comparable heftiness can be what you’re after, and they are tasty. Plus – let’s not forget – they’re slightly rippled with a flat underside.

Reece’s Pieces: I struggled with how to rank these, because the actual Reece’s Pieces – the M&M-style things that Elliot feeds E.T. – aren’t that exciting and have that fake US chocolatey taste. But the other stuff they do – the bars and peanut butter cups and all that jazz – are amazing, probably the best synthesis of peanut butter and chocolate. So taken all together they rock. Despite being American.

Mint Aero: just pipping a Toffee Crisp at the post, because I couldn’t not have mint chocolate. I love mint chocolate, but it is something to be savoured, not an everyday delight. Whilst there are nicer chocolates and better incorporations of a minty flavour, there’s something about the softness and airiness of an Aero that makes it compelling.

Just bubbling under: Viscounts, Rolos, Munchies, and Kit Kats. And, of course, the aforementioned Toffee Crisp. Who’s hungry?

#top ten #easter #chocolate #wonka #cadburys #reeces pieces #eggs

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@tropetember #3: sickfic!

the sicilian ☆ aspanu/turi ☆ preslash ☆ third person pov ☆ ao3 ☆ fluffffff ☆ 1481 words

In nights like these, Turi sets their sleeping bags away from his men. It's a small detail, but one that always makes Aspanu's heart miss a beat whenever his condition flares up. The cold sweat in his palms, the blood that threatens to saturate his handkerchief, the fatigue; all these he'll brave in the knowledge that, come night, Turi will lead him away from the camp into a cave, a tunnel, a clearing to tend to him like a veritable nurse. In nights like these, Aspanu lets him.

Tonight, hidden in a small open cavern still within earshot of the camp, Aspanu's breath was slow and heavy as he laid in the sleeping bags while Turi busied himself with dinner. Aspanu had turned his nose up at the stew that was served for lunch, and his friend had known better than to push. Now, after taking the pills Turi coaxed into him with sips of wine, he knew he wouldn't be that lucky. He let out a sigh, wishing he would forget dinner and lay next to him already, then cursed himself as the taller man interrupted his humming and stepped closer.

'Do you think you're getting worse? We should take you to the doctor.'

'I'm alright.' His voice was hoarse but steady, 'The night air will do me good.'

Turi changed the cold cloth in his friend's forehead and let his hand cup his chin. The sharp features, always in motion, were now lax and pale. In the low light, it seemed to him his mouth looked red like drying blood in contrast. Turi ran his knuckles along his lower lip, making him open his eyes, halflidded and shimmering with his fever. It was his stare, the blush on his cheekbones, the heat of his breath against his skin; it was too much for Turi, and he found himself giving a small smile before going back to the campfire feeling like he'd caught some of his cousin's fever from that touch.

He distracted himself by carefully watching the bread he was toasting, as he knew Aspanu liked, before letting a slice of cheese melt on top of it. When be took it off the fire he topped it with a diced tomato before bringing the plate inside to find Aspanu sitting up, toying with some weed he pulled off the cave floor. His fever seemed to have gone down, and Turi hoped he'd eat on his own, but he didn't as much as look at the plate as it was set between them. Turi started peeling an orange thinking he eventually would, but Aspanu's attention was taken by him which, by reasons he couldn't parse, only made him focus harder on his orange.

When he gave up and met his friend's eyes, they were glossed over with his illness. With concern, he offered him a section of the fruit.

'Eating would do you good.'

Aspanu stared a moment longer, then took it and ate it whole, his hand lingering in front of his moviestar moustache, eyes closing in exhaustion or delight.

'The bread is also good. Is not too hot, is it?

The smaller man gave the food a look between fondness and weariness, then made a undecided noise. Turi frowned, picking a piece and deciding it had cooled enough before passing it to Aspanu, who accepted it after a pause and bit half off at once. He made a sound of appreciation, not waiting to swallow entirely before raisinga eyebrow at his companion.

'Soon you'll cook as good as La Venera, if you keep going to see her.'

'Are you complaining or giving me your blessing?'

'Why would I complain? Be nice to have someone around who can actually prepare a rabbit.'

He smiled down and another bite, this one way smaller, before putting the bread down and laying back with a feeling of unease he couldn't place. This was quickly dispelled as Turi made his way to sit next to him. He'd missed his closeness and, when his friend sat him half up so he leaned on his stronger frame and raised the bread to his lips in an offer, or maybe command, he accepted. It was really good, but too big a mouthful to chew with ease or maybe he was right and not hungry at all, but maybe it was l'ansia coiling in his stomach. No, not fear, but something else and just as powerful. He startled when Turi spoke, and washed it down with some water.

'I don't know. Truth is I haven't been down in a while.' He spoke pensively, maybe as a distraction as he tried to feed Aspanu a new slice, but he jerked his head to the side. 'Sometimes she just makes me sad. Candelaria was a good man, all in all.'

Aspanu stared into the fire outside and said nothing to that but, when Turi offered him more of the orange he huffed out a protest.

'I'm fine now, I've eaten.'

He made a listless attempt to get off his friend, jerking away but falling back into his chest without him needing to hold him there. Something in Turi's chest tightened at fhe contradictions his most beloved friend seemed to be made of. He'd, however, anticipated this resistance, and now dug into his pocket for the Torinese chocolate bar he knew Aspanu wouldn't resist. When he broke off a piece and pressed it to his lips, still bemused by this new nutrition arrangement of theirs, Aspanu took it immediately as predicted.

'You actually bit me!' He pulled his hand away, wiping it in Aspanu's shirt who only hummed in amusement. 'Now have some more bread, yes?'

Aspanu obliged, cajoled by his unspoken bargain. Slowly, comforted by the gentleness of the strong hands coaxing him and the steadinessof the body holding him up, he finished the orange and all but one pieces of bread, insisting on Turi eating some, no matter how much he insisted he'd already eaten wjth his men.

When Turi laid him down on their combined sleepingbags, he was relieved to see some of the colour had returned to his face. Dark, delicate with consumption, his mind was taken to the arab dancers he'd seen at the carnival once. This, and all thoughts, left him as Aspanu started coughing again, the small truce his lungs had given them over. He gave the larger man a look between jaded and resigned, but let him wipe the blood away.

'Open your shirt.'

Aspanu quirked lip at that, but figured he had no real reason to deny him that. His eyes were calculating as he undid the buttons, but Turi only looked worried back at him. When he'd finished, he kneeled around his hips.

'This will be cold.'

'What...' Aspanu's loss for words was momentarily. 'What will be cold?' His only response was the ball of his friend's hand pushing down on his chest. His wet hand. 'Turi...'

'Giuseppinna told me her husband heard about it in Corleone. I'm going to help your lungs.' He stopped to take in Aspanu's flushed expression, checked his temperature. 'It's supposed to be done with vinegar, I can go to the camp to see if there's any...'

'No.' His protest was joined by his hand resting over Turi's, still on his chest. 'No, I think the smell will make me nauseous.'

Turi thought about it for a moment, then sighed out a laugh. 'Right. Don't get nauseous.'

He put the rest of the chocolate in his hand and resumed his task with light, circular movements on his friend's skin. It was dark against his and hot as he expected, softer than he knew to expect. Aspau ate slowly, he wasn't nauseous but there was this tension setting in his stomach that felt inadequate in this moment. Maybe Turi's touch was too light.

'You can press harder.' At the quizzical look that answered him, he only raised the sweet to his friend. 'I think you should press harder'.

Turi took a bite, then pressed down with one hand on top of the other, small firm circles down the centre of the thin chest. Aspanu gasped when he made it to his solar plexus.

'I don't think...'

'Right, ribs.'

Looking as affected as he'd felt at the pressure, he moved back to his chest. Resting his hands under his clavicle on both sides now, putting some of his weight into the upward motions. If this was meant to help him breath, Aspanu mused, medicine was a joke altogether. Not that he would complain, this lightness in his breath was enjoyable. As were the large lands working on him, refreshing against his heated body. He was somewhere between alert and languid and, when Turi sat him up and instructed to cough, he found himself hoping he'd get whatever result he was expecting so he'd do this again sometime.

#tropetember #i write!

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max phillips, halloween costume, strip club. i just feel like that all fits together…nicely 😏

Max Phillips x female reader Blood sucking Bastards Rated: M for flirting and sexual themes Word Count: 1,047 Co-written with @steeevienicks

She was beautiful, and as you sipped your fruity cocktail you decided then and there that you’d request a dance from her. It was Halloween and the club was busy, but you were confident you’d have time with this beautiful dancer.

“She’s coming.” Your friend swatted at your shoulder, so you put on your best smile in an attempt to get her attention.

“Miss, I--" before you could get the words out, a man dressed in a cheap Dracula costume steps in front of her, laying his charm on thick.

“How you doin’ tonight, hot stuff?” Max throws the dancer a wink, loving the freedom of what he considers the most pleasurable holiday of the year. Even when he was human he would use it as an excuse to get the hottest girl at the party out of her skin-tight costume. Now that he’s immortal? Now he can smell the pheromones coming off of all these tipsy, horny humans like a buffet for him to just pick off of. He turns and clicks his tongue in your direction, giving you a long up-and-down to take in the utter lack of coverage that your Wonder Woman costume affords. “Actually,” he grins. The change in your scent when he checks you out is unmistakable, tugging on him like a needy lover. He loves needy lovers. They always taste the sweetest. “How are you tonight, sweet thing?”

You look this man up and down, nose wrinkling at how he oozes charm and in your experience that has never been a good thing, no matter how promising it seemed at the time. “I was doing great until you fucked that up for me.” You glanced over your shoulder at the dancer that was now preoccupied with a broad man in the booth next to the ones your friends had claimed. “You can make it up to me with a drink.” It’s the least he could do since he had interrupted and all things considered you were still in a good mood, so why not have some fun? “The most expensive one on the menu, thanks.” You give a cheeky grin that Max loves and wave him to the bar with you. “So what are you supposed to be anyway? A knock off Dracula?” You noticed the large fangs in his mouth and wondered how he was speaking so clearly with the plastic attached to his canines.

“Knock off?” Max tuts, raising one eyebrow at you as he flags down the bartender. He doesn’t mind buying you a drink - especially not since he’ll be able to taste all that delicious booze in your blood once he sinks his teeth into you later. “Haven’t you ever been face-to-face with the things that go bump in the night before?” He nudges your hip at the bar with his own and flashes another confident grin. “We’re a hell of a lot of fun, ya know.”

“Oh I’m well aware,” You chuckle and tell the bartender what you’d like - sex on the beach with extra orange slices and a dash more pineapple than orange juice. “So did you really want a dance or was that your way of getting my attention?” You ask as your drink is carefully slid over to you, only slightly sloshing over the glass. Max hands the bartender a large bill and places the change in the tip jar. This man hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time you’ve been next to him, and it makes your heart pound wildly beneath the tight leather Wonder Woman corset. This man seemed like fun and danger and maybe a little regret, but you were into it.

“Do you want it to be my way of getting your attention?” The truth is that Max hadn’t come into this place giving half a damn who he drained, but you caught his eye. That childhood crush on Lynda Carter apparently hadn’t worn off but you’re filling out that costume in all the right ways so that he can barely take his eyes off you to make sure none of the vamps that came with him tonight are going to fight him to stake a claim of your pretty little veins. When you roll your eyes at him slightly he chuckles, and he can feel the heat rolling off you in waves. “Honest truth, hot stuff? I’m gonna be real upset if you tell me you’re not into dudes.”

You burst into laughter at that and absentmindedly place a hand on his forearm. “Well, I do love women but I’m ‘into dudes’ too, so I guess this is your lucky night.” You give him air quotes with two fingers of the hand holding your drink. You formally introduce yourself then, deciding that because he was honest and had agreed to buy you this insanely sweet drink that he deserved to know your name. “Get me another one of these and I might use the lasso of truth on you.” You wink, feeling bold. You weren’t intoxicated, but the alcohol that was in your system was helping you flirt with this weird, quirky, and downright delicious man.

“I’m Max.” Emboldened, Max shifts a bit closer to you and lets his hand rest at the small of your back right above the swell of your ass, smirking when you lean into him a little as you sip your drink. “Count Max, obviously. They don’t give these teeth to just anybody.” Cute, funny, and tugging on something inside him that makes him swear that if he still had a heartbeat he’d be skipping some - it would be a shame to drain you in one go. Maybe he’ll just have a sip tonight…It’s been a while since he had a fresh blood supply that he actually liked flirting with.

“Well, Count Max, I suppose the next drink is on me.” You grin before tugging your hair over one shoulder and exposing your neck, not knowing what that looked like to him. “What’s your poison?” You bat your eyelashes at him, deciding that you’d like to spend the rest of the evening with him.

“Oh, sweet thing.” Max growls slightly, barely managing to keep the sound in check when you expose your neck to him. “All I want tonight is you.”

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Author/Writer Masterlist

A Part Of Me (ao3) - stelleshine michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 77k

Summary: After a skate park mishap, could Michael really be lucky enough to find the love of his life in the emergency department?

Breakage (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum, michael/luke E, 20k (WIP)

Summary: "What happened to him?" "He's crazy, Luke. Really, we all are. Some are just crazier than the rest."

OR- the one where Luke ends up in an asylum and Michael just happens to be the most damaged one there.

Don't Let Me Go (ao3) - converse_luke luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 2k

Summary: They sat at the island, across from each other. “Do you not love me anymore?"

~ ~

Or in which Luke just wants to be coddled and Ashton doesn't realize until it's too late.

Honey Whiskey (ao3) - SweetLunaChase calum/ashton, michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Alternatively, Calum has played as Ashton's bitch one too many times and decided that he's gonna put his foot down. Again.

Or at least he thinks he will.

if my wall clock tells me that it's 4 in the morning i'll give it hell (ao3) - crankgameplays luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: basically writer!ashton with a small case of lukesomnia and artstudent!luke who also cant sleep and he draws ashton a lot okay its not his fault the boy has such a nice face, he /has/ to draw it.

John Dough - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/calum/ashton E, 15k

Summary: The one where Luke is an erotica writer pining after Calum the mailman but, also, the small-town baker is pretty hot too.

lowercases and capitals (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Fuck, Luke, two minutes ago you were whining about Ashton not flirting with you enough, and now you’re making eyes at the barista.” Michael laughs a little as he says it, shaking his head in that special way he has that means he’s surprised at how unsurprised he is by Luke. It’s the same way he shakes his head when he catches Luke dumping powdered sugar on orange slices, or settling in to watch 10 Things I Hate About You for the hundredth time.

“I can find two different guys desirable at the same time,” Luke replies defensively. What’s the point of college, anyway, if you can’t enjoy the fact that you can bump into a different hot guy around every corner?

misguided ghosts, traveling endlessly (ao3) - lashtn luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Sometimes he’ll find Luke curling on the couch in his apartment, surrounded by pillows and a blanket wrapped around him tightly

Ashton will write about how perfectly Luke fits in his couch, in his apartment. He will write about how he wants to protect Luke from the world. He wants to be home for the other boy, for his hand to fit in Luke’s as perfectly as Luke fits in his own home, for his arms wrapping around him to be enough for him to feel safe.

Sometimes Ashton’s not sure he’s enough.

Paper Thin (ao3) - boomerluke michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/calum M, 77k

Summary: After leaving behind a past he'd rather forget, Luke is excited to finally be living on his own. With the help of his foster parents and best friend, Calum, he finds the perfect apartment- well, almost. The walls are paper thin and there's no hot water after 11 pm, but Luke doesn't care. It's finally a place that Luke can call his own, and while it's lonelier than he expected, it's all his. And if that means he can spend each night curled up with a hot cup of tea reading aloud his favorite mystery novel, he's happy.

Contrary to what his best friend Ashton thinks, Michael likes his life as it is, thank you very much. After surviving an accident that left him permanently blind, Michael's become dependent on his monotonous schedule. Breakfast with Ashton, working on the next novel for his publicist, and dinner with his neighbor, Sierra. Routine and control rule his life and keep him shackled to his shoebox of an apartment, but he prefers it this way. Until he hears his new neighbor reading aloud the book that he wrote.

So Inn Love (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke E, 9k

Summary: Michael is a summer employee at the inn by the beach and Luke is a famous author who checks into that very same inn for the summer.

the surprise ending i'm depending on (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 15k

Summary: It seems the most obvious escape route: that he’s panicking over nothing and three years has a peculiar way of tweaking certain memories and it’s completely understandable that he’d see a similar phrase and make a connection in his head. It’s probably nothing, probably just another high-profile event he’ll get pleasantly tipsy whilst attending and forget about within a few weeks, once the hangover’s disappeared and unwanted texts from random numbers he’s obtained throughout the night stop filtering in.

And yet.

or, Calum receives an invitation that opens up a window to his past.

Waffles (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo michael/luke M, 11k

Summary: "Let's get drunk and eat waffles."

Where Luke's boyfriend dumps him and Michael picks up the pieces.

Wanna Scream, Wanna Shout It Out (He Feels So Good) (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Ashton meets Calum once and writes a song about him.

why don't you be the writer and assign the words i say (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton, minor michael/calum G, 4k

Summary: Ashton debates telling him his name, wonders if it will click in Luke’s head that he was the author of the book his friend had dubbed ‘the greatest’. Then again, he’s not even sure if the guy likes his book, so maybe he should keep it safe.

or Ashton meets Luke on a public transport and notices that he's reading his book, but chooses not to say anything about it.

Written Smitten (ao3) - moonbands calum/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum bumps into a very attractive boy and finds himself confusing the boy's name for the love interest's name in his novel.

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major2501 · 4 months

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Everyday I Write the Book

I woke with a bit of a start on Sunday morning, coughing slightly and feeling like I was smelling a bit like a bonfire. I looked over to where Victoria's bed was, she was standing in front of her wardrobe putting her clean clothes on hangars and rearranging everything around.

'Oh, morning Maddie.' Victoria said to me. 'I've just boiled the kettle if you want some tea?' She said as she finished hanging her clothes up, then made her way over to our small kettle.

'Morning, cheers that sounds great.' I spluttered and coughed as I up-righted myself, having a quick glance at my phone for the time; just gone twenty to nine. I watched as Victoria made me a mug of tea with milk and two sugars and sat it down beside me on my bedside table. I thanked her and graciously took a huge gulp of the sweet, hot tea. Victoria stared at me for a brief moment.

'Did you go out last night? Or go sleep walking or something?' She asked me.

'Wait what?'

Victoria reached over and rustled about in my hair. She pulled out a few twigs and leaves and showed me.

'Oh, I don't know.' I stared at the random leaves and twigs in Victoria's hand. She just shook her head and threw the loose shrubbery in the waste bin.

'Maddie you should really go see a doctor or something. You've not been yourself since we started the new term and you've been poorly too.'

I sighed and nodded at her.

'Yeah I probably should.'

'Anyway I was gonna head over to the dining hall shortly for some breakfast if you wanna come?'

'Yeah I think I might, Auntie M's coming for me soon.'

I dragged myself out of bed and quickly tried to make my duvet look a bit less dishevelled. I drank the rest of my tea and quickly threw on some moderately presentable clothes then hurried in to the communal shower rooms to wash my face and brush my teeth. Fifteen minutes later and I was making my way to the dining hall with Victoria. Weekend breakfasts at the school were pretty relaxed and we could pretty much do what we wanted but they always opened up the dining hall every morning regardless. Some students religiously went to the dining hall during the week but some of us couldn't be bothered and ended up having a morning brew and a slice of toast at our dorm instead. It depended on what day it was really, as the breakfast menu never really changed so we usually went on a Wednesday for Eggs Benedict.

But right now, Victoria and I were tucking in to scrambled eggs on toast with cups of tea and a small glass of orange juice each.

'Does Liam Blakeley fancy you or something?' Victoria asked me under her breath.

'Is he staring again?' I nonchalantly asked her back just as I was cramming some food in to my mouth.

'Yeah, pretty intently.'

'That's it.'

Now I really was in the mood to go over and give him a piece of my mind. I began to rise from my seat but Victoria tugged me back down.

'Hey, Mr Evans just walked in and sat next to Liam.' She whispered. I turned my head ever so slightly and caught sight of them in the corner of my eye. I watched for a few seconds but quickly turned back when I say Mr Evans look at me at the same time as Liam. It was weird and it kind of freaked me out a little. What the hell was wrong with them?

Victoria and I finished our breakfast and made our way outside, just when my Auntie M had come roaring up to our dorm building in her BMW. She turned off the engine and got out, leaning her arm on the roof of the car.

'Morning you two.' Auntie M beamed at us. She shut the door and came round the front of her car and sat on the bonnet. Today she was wearing all black, black boots, black leggings, a mid-length asymmetrical jumper and a black leather jacket. She had her black hair tied back in to a messy bun and her eyes were excessively lined in black also. She looked like she was going through a bit of a Goth moment.

'Morning Auntie M.' We replied in unison.

'So let me be the first to tell you but...' She stalled for a moment. 'I'm your new Chemistry teacher as of Monday!'

Victoria and I squealed and both went to give her a hug. She squeezed us tightly.

'I didn't think they'd fill the position so quickly.' Victoria stated. 'Did they have many applicants?'

'I think they had another four as well as myself. Three guys and another woman from what I can gather.'

So my Aunt was now the schools new Chemistry teacher. I knew of this ages ago because of a daydream; before she had confirmed it and I was pretty sure she had known it would happen too. At least I had my favourite family member closer to me especially after the bombshell she dropped on me last night.

'Well I really don't know how to say it, so I'll just say it. You're a witch Maddie.'

Wow I nearly forgot about that. Auntie M said she would speak more about it today so I guess I could ask her some questions. I felt a bit sick now after I remembered what happened.

We all carried on chatting for a bit when I thought I felt a shift in the air, I could tell Auntie M felt it too as her eyes darted in my direction then straight over to the doors leading in to the dining hall. Mr Evans and Liam were walking out side by side. There was an indescribable heat that seemed to be coming towards us.

'Anyway, I have some studying to do. Congratulations Auntie M. See you later!'

'See ya.' Auntie M and I said to Victoria as she made her way back to our dorm.

'Do you feel that Auntie M or is that just me?' I whispered.

'I feel it. Give me a second.'

I looked at her, the wind was blowing her hair slightly but within a few seconds it had completely gone; almost as if it was turned off with the flick of a switch. The weird feeling in the air though coming from the direction of where Mr Evans was stood was warm, but felt odd like when you were too warm under a heavy blanket. That feeling had lingered for quite a while but much like the windy sensation, it dissipated after a short while.

'He's coming this way. Auntie M why's he coming this way?' I whispered again, slightly exasperated this time.

'Keep calm I've got this covered. Act natural.'

I didn't know what do do so I just grinned and nudged Auntie M in the arm like she had just told a dumb joke or something. She joined in on the feign we were improvising.

'E28 Beemer. Nice.' Mr Evans was commenting on my Aunts car.

'1988 518i.' She replied. Mr Evans just let out a low whistle then held out his right hand.

'Daniel Evans, I'm a history teacher here.'

My Auntie M rose up from leaning on her car bonnet to shake Mr Evans' hand.

'Morrigan Taylor, I'm Madelyn's Aunt. I'll be starting as the new Chemistry teacher here on Monday.'

The two shook hands. I watched as my Aunt and Mr Evans sort of stared at each other in a really bizarre way. It was almost like they had just taken twenty paces and were about to shoot each other. I noticed their hands had stayed connected for a just a few seconds longer than what was comfortable.

'Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Ms Taylor.'

'Morrigan please, we'll be working together Mr Evans.'

'You're right and please, call me Daniel.'

This was probably the most weirdest exchange of words I had seen in a long time. Both of them were quite stand-offish and almost hesitant. There was a moment of silence before Mr Evans shook himself out of his daze.

'Anyway I'd better go, um. I'd better go. Enjoy your Sunday.'

Auntie M and I just smiled and waved, then quickly got in to the car.

'What the hell was that all about?' I wheezed.

'Feel the change in the breeze and the change in the heat before he came over?' Auntie M asked me. I nodded. 'Well that was power suppression. I can do it quite fast so it's barely noticeable sometimes to other magic users but it can take a bit longer for some people.'

'Wait you think that Mr Evans...'

'Possibly another magic user. I couldn't get a good gauge on him, if he is a magic user then he's either really good at masking it, or he's a bit under powered. I'm thinking the latter, warlocks tend to be a bit weaker than us witches.' My Auntie M explained.

'So male magic users are warlocks and female are witches?' I asked.

'Technically yes and no. Witch is a gender neutral term so anyone can use it if they like. But females are more commonly associated with witch, and guys; warlock.'

Auntie M started the car and it rumbled to life. She shifted in to drive and made her way down out on to the main road.

'I'm sure you have loads of questions, so I'll do my best to answer them.'

I thought I had loads of questions but for the life in me I couldn't remember. I was still trying to figure everything out and convince myself I wasn't crazy and neither was my Aunt.

'I might even teach you some basic spells to get you started.' Auntie M chuckled at me.

We drove for a short while in to town. Auntie M said we could go round a few shops then stop by some cafe for a bit of lunch. It gave me a chance to actually think of some questions I wanted to ask. Auntie M took me in to a really expensive and posh stationary shop but I wasn't sure why.

'Are you getting new supplies for when you start on Monday?' I asked her.

'Nope, we need to find you your own spell book.'

Spell Book. My own, Spell Book.

'Every family has their own main grimoire but we all keep our own individual spell books, I've got quite a few of my own up to now.'

As we wandered around the shops anytime I had thought of a question; if the coast was clear then I would ask my Aunt.

'When was your awakening?'

'I had just turned five years old.'

'Five? How did that happen when you were that little?' I didn't know much about any of this but that seemed like a really young age, especially considering I just had my awakening aged seventeen.

'It's different for everyone, we would consider you a late bloomer but that's no surprise. Your mother never taught you anything or even let you know in the first place. You've not grown up around magic so you've not had as much practice as the rest of us.'

'How old was my mum when she had hers?'

Auntie M stopped looking through some really expensive fountain pens she had taken a shine to, to have a think.

'She was around thirteen I think. Monica had hers aged five like me, Miranda was about ten. Molly and Macy were just about to turn sixteen and Melody was twelve.'

'Melody?' I asked sounding confused.

'Melody is your other cousin, the big sister of Molly and Macy. Anthony is the eldest though but he has no powers. Wow Maddie, you really didn't know did you?'

'I knew I had some cousins but mum never told me anything and I've never been allowed to meet them. You're the only member of her family she let me see.'

I was beginning to resent my mother, well; a bit more than what was normal. She never had time for me any more not since my dad died. And now I was finding out things, major things about myself and my family that I suppose should have been coming from my own mother.

'I can't believe she never told me any of this. Was she even going to tell me?' I looked up at Auntie M and I felt like I was on the verge of tears. I looked down and tried to blink them away but I think one or two drops escaped. I blotted round my eyes with the back of my hand but blinked again when I saw something that just stood out at me on one of the shelves holding notebooks and diarys. I picked it up and admired the cover. It was a dark navy blue coloured A5 sized notebook' a hard cover that was in a strange flocked velour type fabric with an intricate pattern round the edges in silver that looked like it had been embroidered on. I held it out for my Auntie M to look at.

'Why do I feel like I absolutely have to buy this? Like, why am I feeling a sense of doom if I walk out of here without buying it?' That's exactly what I was feeling in my stomach, a sense of dread. I didn't want to put the notebook down.

'Because you do have to buy it Maddie.' Auntie M grinned. 'That's meant to be yours and it's telling you.'

Oh this was getting weird. I hugged the notebook close to my chest as if my life depended on it.

'Listen Madelyn.' Oh Auntie M rarely called me by my proper name with that tone of seriousness. 'I know your mother is not the best person to get on with, Jesus I know that she's my sister but she most likely had her reasons. Maybe not the right reasons but she probably thought she was doing what was best for you in her opinion.'

I guess I kind of had to agree with her on that, it was the motherly thing to do. I nodded in agreement.

'But you're a young woman, you're not a child any more and your awakening was always going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. My only issue is that she's left you totally unprepared, I'm just glad I knew it was happening especially as she made me promise not to tell you anything till your awakening had happened.' Auntie M put her arm around my shoulder and squeezed. 'You seem to be taking this well though I think?'

How else could I take it? I figured out quite quickly that this was happening and I needed to take it all on board and get on with it. I had to do exactly that when my mother sent me to boarding school, there was no way she was having me in a regular school any more and I pretty much lived there the whole time. I had to accept that.

'I'm still a bit pissed off at mum though, she's denied me a family and me knowing what I am.' I told Auntie M. I could totally believe she swore my Aunt to secrecy though.

'Oh don't worry about that girlie.' She squeezed my shoulders tightly again. 'She's never been one for our way of life she fought it for a long time, she just wanted a normal life and I guess she wanted that for you and now her power has dwindled. Your mum is an insufferable shit at times.'

I let out a bit of a laugh at that, mum really was impossible.

'She hasn't really got over dad either.' I added.

'Oh she'll figure it out. You've done well though.'

Another thing I had to accept. My father was gone and he wasn't coming back, a thing my mother couldn't really quite get her head around so she kept herself busy by working all the time. Auntie M was right though. I was getting older now and I should be making my own decisions and choices.

'Anyway you know you'll always have me on your side and you have your cousins now too. And the coven, we are like a big family. That's if you decide you want to take this further? Your choice.'

Did I want to take this further? I think I did at this moment in time. And Auntie M had just said it was my choice.

'So what else do I need to start?' I asked my Auntie M, holding up the notebook I was about to go pay for. She gave me an excited smile.

'Lets get some basic stuff for now. So you have your own spell book, we could maybe get you some crystals, candles maybe even some oils and herbs.'

'So will I be making potions and chanting in rhymes?' I grinned slightly. Auntie Morrigan tried to stop herself from rolling her eyes but I caught it.

'Forget everything you know about witchcraft that you've seen on telly or in films.' She told me. 'After time and lots of practice, we become a prime conduit for energy and intent and we can will things to happen. Here, watch this.'

I watched Auntie M as she shuffled over to a shelf nearby that had a range of individual loose pencils in different hardnesses. She picked a random one up and snapped it in half, holding the two halves in the palm of her hand. I looked at the broken pencil for a brief moment before the two broken edges shot together. Auntie M gave me the pencil to inspect, it looked like it had never been broken.

'Or you could be a bit of a dick.' Auntie M looked me straight in the eyes and stuck her tongue out. As soon as she did that, a row of the lights suspended from the shop ceiling popped; sending the complete aisle in to a strange kind of half darkness. I heard some of the shop staff shout each other asking what had just happened with the lights with replies of "I don't know! Where's the fuse box?" Auntie M chuckled slightly then with her index finger, pointed up to the ceiling and made a slight spinning motion. The lights instantly came back on. I heard one of the shop assistants yell "Never mind!"

'So you don't need to rhyme or make potions to do stuff?' I asked, a little bit stunned at what she had just done.

'For me most of the time no, because I've been doing this a long time and I'm a lot more powerful than other witches. It depends on the situation though, chanting rhymes and using potions serve their purpose; they're great when you're beginning as they help you concentrate but they can also amplify spells and direct the intent more accurately.'

I had just learnt more about my life, my family and my new craft in the fifteen minutes I had been stood in this stationary shop; none of which could be attributed to my mother. I really needed to talk to her at some point and she'd probably not be happy about it.

'Can we go get some lunch Auntie M? I wanna ask you more questions.'

'Sure thing, lets go pay for your notebook then we'll find somewhere nice to eat. Sound good?'

'Sounds good.'

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꧁ The Flowers of Mordor ꧂

Chapter 9 - Meet Me Halfway

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SUMMARY : Sam knows he cannot tear himself in two, but Frodo's struggles after the quest are worsening. Marigold Gamgee gets a job at Bag End, and grows close to its enigmatic master. J. R. R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen meets Tess of the D'Urbervilles. CHAPTER SUMMARY : For a veteran like Frodo, even going on a walk can be a battle. Marigold, as always, lends a hand. PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee, Frodo/Sam secondary GENRES : hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life, girl next door WARNINGS : PTSD, depression, panic attacks, eating disorder, eventual spicy scenes RATING : M

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“Hoy! Hullo, there, Mr. Baggins!”

Frodo froze in his tracks.

So close. He could nearly see the gate of Bag End. He did not see who had hailed him, but he did not need to. It was old Mr. Proudfoot, who, at a hundred-and-some, had been parked by his family on the bench outside their home, and, for a good decade now, had little else to occupy his time besides smoking his pipe, petting his cat (a flat-faced, orange beast of vesuvian proportions and phlegmatic temper), and shouting at his grandchildren.

But no grandchildren were present, just then. Only Frodo.

Frodo tipped his hat, but did not take it off.

After that day, Sam spent even more time at Bag End, and would give Frodo daily rub-downs. The two of them had shared their agreement with Marigold: that if Frodo felt poorly, he would try not to disappear, and instead had things to do to try and keep the ill-feelings at bay. Marigold had been delighted – not the least because Frodo’s disappearances were less shrouded in mystery now – and began to make tinctures for their massages: she experimented with lavender, rock rose, and even skullcap. They also discovered that Frodo liked to lie under heavy blankets – it calmed him – and they orchestrated this for him whenever they could, and whenever it was not too hot.

August ripened into September, and the fields were gilded with rye and corn, while the garden of Bag-End yielded bright parti-colored carrots, fat parsnips, proud leeks, ballooning cauliflower, and rich, wine-colored eggplants. The larder began to fill with Marigold’s round, matter-of-fact jars, preserving summer’s boons: a half-dozen types of pickles, a crop of Bilbo’s prize-winning tomatoes (the strain preserved by Sam and Gaffer over the years), along with peppers, cabbage, and beets.

Undeterred by his first, rather too eventful foray, Frodo still ventured outside every afternoon in his wide brimmed hat, and sat either reading or watching Sam work until the sun got too strong for him. Sam had apologized profusely for bringing up the lembas, and swore he would never bring his attempts at replicating it to Bag End again, to which Frodo had said that there was nothing to forgive, but Sam nonetheless resolved not to bring up the past for a time, unless Frodo should speak about it first.

The sun of September was more gentle than the billows of summer – most days it was a closer sun, more intimate and more golden. There was no chill in the air just yet, and the leaves on the trees would not be turning for some time, but it would soon be Frodo’s birthday. Frodo did not like to think of his birthday, not anymore, and he only hoped the other hobbits would not make a fuss – though a visit from Merry and Pippin and, correspondingly, libations, were to be expected.

Sam and Marigold didn’t make a fuss, but in time Frodo realized that a certain fuss ought to have been made by him, for as a hobbit and, whatever people may have whispered about him, a prominent member of society, it was indeed incumbent upon him to give gifts, even perfunctory ones, to all of his friends, neighbors, relations, and even tenants.

And Frodo did not suppose that most of his friends, relations, neighbors and even tenants would much enjoy the eclectic riches (eclectic to the tastes of hobbits, at any rate), an embarrassing amount of which he had been forced to accept as thanks and rewards in Gondor. Of course, for Sam he had his eye on a wrought silver pipe stand, and for Marigold a jade inkwell, both souvenirs from Minas Tirith, where swordsmiths, armorers and catapultists were now returning to more civilian crafts. But all in all, he was forced to breathe a disaffected sigh and start making a list of more acceptable gifts – the likes of cufflinks, next year’s almanacs, hats, umbrellas, picture frames, and kitchenware – all perfectly boring, pedestrian, respectable items, and to go with them, a series of perfectly boring, pedestrian, respectable notes with all manner of well-wishes.

The gifts, of course, would need to be bought – Frodo thought dejectedly as he stood looking down the path one early afternoon, leaning over the gate. Sam was off for the day. The Proudfoots’ garden was a riot of late-blooming azaleas, and the greenery was busting, almost indecently, over and through their lattice fence. Marigold came out of Bag End, her bag slung mostly empty over her shoulder.

“Well, I’m off to the market,” she said, pausing at the gate, her apple-cheeks and her almond-eyes smiling. “Maybe I can get us a nice chicken today. To roast and to make broth.”

“Roast chicken and broth?” Frodo closed his eyes, momentarily. Roast chicken held salt very well, and he rather liked salt, these days. It made him feel less faint. “That sounds quite good, Marigold,” he said. “I’d like that very much.”

He looked down the path again. It felt excruciatingly hard, the prospect of going to the market and the shops. And not just to walk, but to see others and to hear them, to risk being bumped into, the chaos that inexplicably made his chest feel tight. He had been particularly glad when Marigold had shown up and taken over the shopping.

But if he asked her to do the boring gift shopping soon, she would have even more to carry – and she already came back every time with her bag stuffed full and two more in each hand.

Marigold looked at him watching the road, and leaned against the gate as well.

“You know, Mr. Frodo,” she said, “Do you think you might try a bit of walking, now that you like bein’ outside more?”

Frodo looked away from the road, and at her.

And Marigold looked back.

In truth, she had been plotting how and when to have this exact conversation for some time now. Ever since Frodo had been drawn firmly out of his hobbit hole – by the beauty of summer, she presumed, and by the warmth of the sun and the smell of the good, tilled earth – things no hobbit could be immune to – and ever since he took to disappearing into his room less, she had been thinking of what heights they could climb next. But she could not simply ask Frodo to go for a walk, because one single hobbit asking another single hobbit of the opposite sex to go for a walk could mean only one thing. Nor could she tell him that for the good of his health he ought to be taking regular exercise – because that would make her no different from the matrons who sat discussing everyone’s business across their fences all day. And besides, this was Mr. Frodo, who had once explained to her and Sam the difference between simply walking and “tramping” for a good five minutes – so if “taking some exercise for the good of his health” had been so easy, he would have done it a long time ago.

Frodo blinked a few times, and pushed back the brim of his hat.

The healer-speak again – of course.

But she was right, and he did not particularly hate healer-speak. It was diplomatic, and diplomacy was in short supply in the Shire. And tired though he was, he knew there was no use in sitting still all the time – it would only make his bones turn to dust. And Sam’s massages were good, but each time he went outside, he had visions of encountering more – the feeling of new grass and gravel under his toes, the wind coming down fragrantly over the lush hills near Tookland, and the sight of new growth in Northfarthing Woods, dappling the road with its brocade of leaves.

He sighed, and the Proudfoots’ azaleas seemed to sigh back. Whether she knew if or not, Marigold knew how to entertain an idle imagination.

“I suppose I might try that, Mari.” He nodded. “I do feel tired often, but walking might do me some good.”

And Marigold beamed, clasping her hands to her chest.

“Alright, then, I have an idea.”

Frodo half-smiled, indulgently.

Whatever her other virtues, holding her cards close to her chest when she was both enthused and unafraid was not one of them. He might even have asked her what’s your idea, Mari, but was quite certain that she would tell him whether or no – and unlike Sam with the mallorn (which he still had not been to see), she was far too proactive to accept “maybe” for an answer.

Marigold dropped her voice, conspiratorially.

“Well you see, your birthday’s coming up soon – so you’ll need to get gifts, no?”

“Indeed.”

“Well then, I’ll have more to carry when I walk back from town, won’t I?”

“Oh – well…” Frodo bit his lip and looked down. “In that case maybe you shouldn’t – I certainly wouldn’t want you to –”

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m happy to do it! But may I ask for just one thing?”

She put a foot on the bottom rail of the gate, and launched herself up, the other foot out and pointy-toed, leaning slightly toward him, a winsome smile on her lips. With the boost from the rail, they were nearly eye to eye.

“Maybe you could meet me halfway and help me carry things back? Part of the way, part of the load. And every day a little farther. Won’t that be nice? It’ll be helpful for you, and it’ll be helpful for me.”

Frodo cocked his head.

“It certainly sounds nice. That is a fine idea.”

He unlatched the gate, and walked it open – and Marigold rode with it, leg still slightly extended, like a dancing figurine under glass he had seen in a dwarvish curiosity shop in Minas Tirith.

It was a wonder she wasn’t married – hadn’t married as soon as law and propriety allowed. She was known for being shy, but had a number of admirers (Sam often muttered how they were all lousy good-for-nothings), and apparently could play a man’s heartstrings with the best of them. Smart, pretty, and certainly a woman – almost enough to wake the part of him that might have said, Oh, you want to play fun little games? Alright, then let’s play fun little games, you pretty, you sweet, you adorable little darling. (1)

But he could not say this, of course – no one in their right mind would, unless it was a particularly rowdy night at the Green Dragon.

So he extended a hand – his right, which he realized entirely too late – and she took it, hopping down from the railing.

Did he linger?

He could not be sure – and he opened and closed his hand, nervously, at his side – but the feeling of the light calluses on her fingers certainly did. And as she looked up at him, smoothing her skirt and readjusting her bag, he could see in her bearing the traces of a lass trying to look pretty – a hand on the hair, the shoulders thrown back, a softness in her movements.

His muscles ached, but in a way that made him want to stretch them, to run helter-skelter down the hill, the greenery blurring past, the cool breeze catching him in its embrace.

“Let’s start today,” he said, suddenly resolute. “How far do you think we should go?”

Their first time, they only walked about five hundred paces to a fork in the road, and parted ways agreeing to meet at the same place in two hours’ time. But Frodo still stood at the crossroads for a long while, watching her back disappear down the path toward the center of Hobbiton. He couldn’t think why he was doing so at first – for all the world like a fretful mother seeing her child off on their first errand – but then he turned around and realized exactly why. It was because he now had to go back. Alone.

Sitting at home and doing next to nothing had done him little kindness. Not only did his bones feel heavy and his muscles weak, but the world was even less comforting than he remembered it. The late-summer sun was lacking in benevolence: though less strong that it had been even a month ago, it still peered from the heavens like a great, watchful eye, and it was preposterous to think, but even the Chubbs’ pear tree, its plumes verdant and heavy with fruit, was now seemingly hiding something, its branches sending long, dark shadows down the lane.

He felt chilled and uneasy, and anxious to get home. He began to walk, hoping that in the sun hat no one would recognize him. It covered his face fairly well, and narrowed his world, much like a pair of blinders did for a horse – but unlike a horse, he was not so sure if it was a comfort. A part of him might have liked to see more around him: not because he had any notion that a Nazgul might actually come swooping down, no, that much was absurd – but then again, if it was so absurd, why exactly had he just imagined it, in his mind’s eye, and why had it felt so…

“Hoy! Hullo, there, Mr. Baggins!”

Frodo froze in his tracks.

But no grandchildren were present, just then. Only Frodo.

Frodo tipped his hat, but did not take it off.

“Lovely weather we’re having, young Mr. Baggins. Unseasonably warm. Perfect for pears,” the old hobbit remarked.

“Indeed.”

“Come to think of it, we’ve not seen you in some time. I was just saying to my boy, Olo, that if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you had gone off to meet your forebears, if you get my meaning.” Mr. Proudfoot chuckled, and patted his ample stomach. The cat jumped from the bench, apparently having despaired in plying his own master for food, and padded toward Frodo.

“It doesn’t do to be so reclusive,” the old hobbit went on, emptying his pipe on the ground before him. “It’s good for a body to be out in society. Keeps one young.” He looked significantly up and down the road. “I can’t think why you resigned as mayor. You weren’t a bad one, by any stretch.”

“Well, Mayor Whitfoot did recover,” Frodo replied matter-of-factly. “And I only became mayor as his deputy, as you recall. Besides, I haven’t been feeling quite myself.”

“Not feeling yourself! That won’t do either!” Mr. Proudfoot rocked himself onto his feet, packing a pinch of leaf into his pipe. “What’s ailing you? Have you seen Dr. Boffin?”

“With respect, Mr. Proudfoot – and I do appreciate your concern,” Frodo replied. “But my health is my own affair – and it is, er, rather complicated” – he added quickly, catching sight of the other’s furrowed brow.

Despite his heft, the cat leaped onto the barrel-shaped mailbox and Frodo petted his head.

“And in any case, I’m on the mend,” he went on. “I’ve been walking more, as you can see, for my health… I’m sorry, Red, I’ve no food to give you. Maybe next time.”

The cat gave a purr-row, but did not cease to rub his head on Frodo’s hand.

Mr. Proudfoot harrumphed and poured himself onto his bench again, fumbling through his pockets for a match. The birds creaked like the wheels of a slow-moving cart, and Frodo felt just at the edge of faint, so he took to examining the Proudfoots’ over-upholestered flower beds.

“Walking’s a fine thing, yes.” Mr. Proudfoot found his match and lit it. He regarded Frodo appraisingly, from the brim of his hat that hung nearly to his shoulders to the bottoms of his overalls, which fit a might looser than the last time Mr. Proudfoot had seen them. “So long as it’s done in one’s own back yard, I say. Adventuring far from home has never done anyone a lick of good. I’ll wager it’s what made you ill. Dreadful things, adventures. Bad for the constitution.”

Frodo remained silent.

The old hobbit took a long, unhurried draw from his pipe, and closed his eyes.

“Dreadful things,” he repeated, the ease from the pipe melting over his face. “And all for what? You get a few riches, and a few folks singing your praises. But if more people valued home and a good meal over gold and undue excitement, the world would be a much happier place.”

Frodo blinked.

The door of the Proudfoots’ looked very far away. His legs were growing weak and his skin was prickling. And it was hot – but he felt increasingly cold.

Mr. Proudfoot droned on, as best Frodo could tell about a third cousin of his who had gone on an adventure, but soon his ears began to feel like he was underwater, and the sound rippled in and out.

And his vision, too… Mr. Proudfoot’s face, as he pontificated, began to sink into shadow. Soon, all he could see was the jiggling of two jowls as the sentences rolled one into the next. Frodo felt like he might really go blind – like he would topple, but just as everything was about to go black, his eyes fell upon the azaleas.

Pink azaleas.

There was a whole riot of them covering the lawn.

And what do azaleas mean, Mr. Frodo? – he heard Sam in his mind’s ear.

Azaleas mean temperance, Sam – he heard his own voice reply.

Though in the case of pink ones, they also meant kindness.

Kindness? Hah!

An unkindness of azaleas was more like it, considering who owned them. Much like an unkindness of ravens.

But the Sam in his mind ignored his wit.

And what else is there, Mr. Frodo? – he insisted. What else, in this here garden? I’ve always thought it rather too much, to tell you the truth – meanin’ no disrespect to Mr. and Mrs. Proudfoot of course, but it’ll have to do, for now…

What else?

Well.

There were the sprays of airy goldenrods – they meant caution – and zinnias, in vibrant coral – thoughts of an absent friend, and purple crocus, like a field of eyes gazing up at the one in the sky – they meant youth and gladness.

And marigolds. Large orange and red ones, their heads curly and joyful – their brilliant blooms outflaming even the azaleas.

And what do marigolds mean, Mr. Frodo?

The marigold, come to think of it, had a few disparate meanings.

It was the flower of the sun, and so symbolized all things bright, passionate and golden. But he had also seen them at funerals, and some people wore them when they were in mourning.

But more than that, they were a guileless smile, an inquisitive mind, blonde curls and dresses faded from too many washes. And they were a busy, lightly calloused hand that came to rest in his over a gate.

The cat’s cottony forehead pushed, insistently, against Frodo’s hand. Frodo drew his fingers across it. Red had some knots in his fur that needed working out. His fingers settled in the cat’s thick coat – rather like that of a sheep, and he felt a rumble roll through the creature’s body.

“And that’s why I say, bah-humbug to adventures!” Mr. Proudfoot loudly concluded his sermon. “To come back and die at sixty a broken man. No, thank you!”

Frodo blinked his eyes.

“That’s… a very interesting notion, in its own way, Mr. Proudfoot,” (2) he said mechanically. “I will be sure to give it some thought.”

“See that you do! No one else listens to me, the ingrates –”

“But I really ought to get going, Mr. Proudfoot” – Frodo groped for his customary, pleasantly detached tone. “I thank you for your advice, but I do have a few things to do before I pick up Marigold from the market.”

He drew a sigh. Lying, albeit in a way resembling the truth, was a tried and true part of his arsenal in dealing with inquisitive neighbors. He figured, too, that if Mr. Proudfoot was going to see them coming and going in any case, it was best to get ahead of any rumors.

Mr. Proudfoot harrumphed a second time, and Red jumped from the mailbox and made for the bushes.

“Well, by all means, don’t leave the girl waiting!” the centenarian exclaimed. “And if I were you, I’d get a move on, in any case. You can’t expect a girl like her to be free forever.”

Oh, sticklebacks. You try to make it better, and it turns out as always, as Bilbo had been fond of saying.

Frodo let his eyelids droop, and gave a roll of the eyes that the other would surely notice.

“It’s not like that, Mr. Proudfoot,” he replied flatly. “I am a confirmed bachelor and content to remain so. And at any rate, she’s far too spirited for me.”

Mr. Proudfoot raised his caterpillar eyebrows.

“Is that so? Well–well! That may be so, that may be so,” he ho-hummed, pulling on his pipe. “More’s the pity, though. She’s a fine lass. I tell you, if I was 35 again...”

He wiggled his brows and shook his head with a lusty alacrity, as if he was recalling the taste of a particularly good pie.

Frodo’s face assumed a stony expression, and the corners of his mouth curled downward. Red had emerged from the bushes looking disappointed, and a chorus of song birds started up again in a nearby tree. The air was heavy with languor like only the air of a Shire afternoon could be.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Proudfoot,” he said, forcing a listless smile. “Give my best to Olo and Sancho and the rest. But I really do have to get on.”

He turned his steps toward Bag End, and if the older hobbit called out after him, he did not stay long enough to hear it.

At home, Frodo passed the time by taking a long, lukewarm, unnecessary bath, and by trying to read, but he felt as though his world was the hull of some pitching boat. Balanced above the thin blanket of suds, the letters in the book refused to coalesce into words, and the words into sentences, and so, disconcerted in the extreme, he snapped the book shut and watched the clock until it was time to go. For a long time, it was all he could do to steady his breathing.

Mr. Proudfoot was, thankfully, no longer on his bench when Frodo went out – he was probably taking his tea – and Marigold met him at the crossroads-stone, all smiles and laden with packages, for on their walk earlier, Frodo had enumerated some of the necessary gifts from memory. He felt his heart smile for the first time since he had left her, and as they walked back he carried more than just his share. Predictably, he now thought less of swooping Nazgul and soldiers running reconnaissance in the bushes, but as they passed the Proudfoots’ home, he did still usher her to the other side of the path, and made sure to question her loudly on which herbs she would use to make the chicken that day.

At home, he said he needed a rest and went to his room. He left the door open a crack as they had agreed, to signal that he was planning to be decent and did not mind her checking in on him.

An hour later, Marigold gave her perfunctory knock on the door, and when Frodo did not answer, she tiptoed in.

Frodo was lying on his side, turned away, under a small, piecework quilt that barely covered his frame. He looked to be hugging a pillow.

“Mr. Frodo? Are you asleep? I have some nice blackberries.”

When he did not answer, she tiptoed closer. And then she realized why he was not speaking.

He was crying.

Softly, almost soundlessly, with the dignified restraint of everything he did, but crying all the same. His knees were pulled up to the pillow, and his frame was not wracked with sobs, but shook ever so slightly, like a sapling in the breeze.

For a few moments, she stood rooted to the spot.

Should she leave him be? Should she run and get Sam?

And yet, unlike the other time, it did not feel like something she should not have witnessed.

“Mr. Frodo… My dear Mr. Frodo…”

Her words were barely above a breath. Her voice caught in her throat.

And she might have imagined it, but as she uttered his name, the rise and fall of his chest grew slower, and suddenly, oxen and wain-ropes could not have dragged her from that room.

She seized the chair from the dressing-table and brought it to the side of the bed. Frodo was shivering now – and still weeping; his curly mop of brown hair was all she could see. So she put down the chair and rushed to the clothing-press, pulled out another quilt, and threw it on top of him.

She then sat down by his side, and thought what to do.

There was something she dearly wanted to do, and it made sense to do it.

There had been many accidental touches and near-touches over the weeks and months – when they reached into the same trunk, or when she handed him a plate or a cup, or when they sat together shoulder to shoulder over their books. She had even – the very thought! – flirted with him that same day and held his hand, however briefly. And even though it had been a perfectly orchestrated maneuver on her part to entice him to do a very specific thing “for his health,” and even though they both had known it, it still had made her press her fist into her smiling lips all the way to the market.

But now?

What stopped her? She was no Sam, but surely she would do.

“Mr. Frodo, I’m going to rub your back.” She drew back the two blankets. “Let me know if you don’t want me to. Just shake your head no.”

When no objection came, she began to rub – tentatively at first – her hands pressing slow, soft soothing circles through his shirt. He shifted into her touch, and his sobbing grew louder as his shoulders quaked more.

There, Mr. Frodo. There. Cry it out. Crying is good. (If only she could take her own advice, here!)

His frame was thin – thinner, even than it had seemed, for the billowy shirts he wore made him look stouter. His back had precious little flesh, and she could even feel a few ribs through the fabric. Her heart hurt – for all her efforts, he was still so frail that a gust of wind might have carried him away.

Frodo cried and cried.

He longed to disappear. To be gone, away from the broken failure that his life had become. To cease to see all that he might have done, all that he might have been, all that might have been his, slowly slipping away from him. If only he could have been pulled into the fiery abyss with Gollum and the Ring and had been done…

But her hands said no.

Her hands, at once so gentle and so steady. Gamgee hands. Hands that had held children taking their first breaths, and surely massaged them just the same way when they were reluctant to make their acquaintance with the world. Hands that had folded meat into pies, and stirred kindness and lavender into perfectly warmed, perfectly measured cups of milk.

The hands insisted. They urged. They pleaded. They might have gone to bargain with Sauron on his behalf. In another life, he might have resented them for it. But in this life they cried “live!” – and his tears, as powerful as the Anduin, rose up and swelled until he could no longer lay on his side, stiffly hugging the pillow, but was splayed with his arms akimbo over the bedspread and his quilts thrown to the side, the cloth beneath his face disgracefully soaked – yet still she rubbed, patient and thoughtful and quiet as a goddess, and the world around him turned steadily darker, until everything was a deep and noiseless, solemn black.

This is a line adapted from the TV show Swingers, though again, Frodo would not know this.

Frodo unknowingly quoted Kyouya Ootori from Ouran High School Host Club. He seems to unknowingly quote a lot of things.

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