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mariclerc · 13 days

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Predestined (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: Where you have had mixed feelings for years with your brother's best friend... And finally those feelings see the light.

Warning: some swearing, aggressive mother, mentions of physical assault towards y/n (not Charles), fluff as usual and Charles being a sweetheart like always.

a/n: here we have part 2!! Let me know if you like it and if you want another part of this!!

Part 1

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ynusername pookie and i against the world 4eva and eva!!🧸🎀✨ and yupp, i like to put cute pink bows on his clothes it makes him look so adorable 🥺🎀

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user1 hm... THE SECOND PIC 👀🫣 girl can you explain??!?

georgerussell63 I never thought I would see Charles' pen*s with a pink bow on Instagram, but here we are

ynusername In fact 😀☝🏻 It's not his pen*s, it's his pants with a cute pink bow 😋 I think carmenmmundt should try that on you tbh, just saying 👀👀

carmenmmundt omw 🫡

yourbff a cat mug i see there

ynusername i love cats and i'm now a cat mama, you know the drill

yourbff I'm sorry... A cat mom you said!?!?!?!? 👀

ynusername surprise‼️‼️✨✨✨

lucayln stop being so horny with my best friend, thank you

ynusername nope 😋 we're here to stay horny 24/7 sir

charles_leclerc only if we could stay horny 24/7 hours a day 😩 that would be a blast

user2 CHARLES????? 🫣👀👀👀

user3 Charles has bde?

ynusername maybe 😋🥰

charles_leclerc i love you pookie 🥰💗 that pink bow looked good the whole day in my pants 🎀

ynusername i love you too much much kisses for my boy😘 💋💋 you looked so coquette and cute babyyy 🥺🎀💗

ynusername I TOLD YOU‼️‼️ georgerussell63

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charles_leclerc my little girl always wants hugs on my lap 'cause she says it feels warm there🤍 by the way, let's welcome minnie leclerc to the family 🐈🫶🏻

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landonorris congrats bro 🫂

charles_leclerc thanks bro 🤝🏻 I appreciate it

user4 omg they're so cute and adorable 🥺🥺

user5 they scream old money/cuteness couple and I'm here for it🥺😭

lucayln excuse me? That second pic it's not appropriate‼️‼️

ynusername it's just my back dumbass 🙄😒 how annoying you are

charles_leclerc why not? She so looks cute reading 🥰🥰

lucayln and why "minnie leclerc", you guys are not married.

ynusername shh 🤫😉

user1 he's so lovey dovey with yn 🥺🥺 we love to see a happy Charles 🫶🏻

user6 oh good minnie leclerc 🥺🥺 that's so sweet and adorable

arthur_leclerc I thought you were more of a dog person... 🤔

charles_leclerc yeah... people change bro

ynusername i'm the changee 😋😋😋

maxverstappen1 so Jimmy and Sassy now have a little playmate

ynusername yup sir

ynusername so... you say i'm your little girl? 🥺🥺🎀

charles_leclerc yes baby, you are my little girl... such a princess, so pretty 🥹🥹 it's the two of us against everyone, kay? 💗💗

“A cat? Did you seriously adopted a cat?” Your mother asked when she saw you with little minnie in your arms.

You nodded and smiled. “Yep! Well, Charles and I thought about moving together to his place and taking care of...” You didn't even finish talking because your mother slammed the table, making you flinch.

“It's incredible that you are so childish... Moving in together? Please, you are just studying in uni and he is traveling around the world, that shit only happens in fairy tales and movies y/n.” your mother said in a sarcastic voice.

Things with Charles are going very well, quite well, you have been together for almost four months and everything has been wonderful, the distance has not been an impediment for you... Although your mother, who at first were very happy for the two of you, lately she don't agree with the idea of you moving in with Charles, the trust between the two of you is already there for years and it's silly that she don't like their relationship now just because he constantly travels to the races.

“But mom... I love him very much and he loves me! I don't understand what the problem is with us moving in together.” You whispered while petting minnie and that apparently made her even angrier.

“You are very innocent and stupid! Do you really think he's not going to get someone better than you? Please, if you don't even have experience in couples or dating stuff.” she said and you felt your heart break little by little. “You're not even pretty enough to be with someone like him, please, there are more prettier girls out there than you.”

Your mother has always had a facade in front of everyone, that facade of "I have the perfect family", but not everything is like that. Luca is applauded and glorified for having decided to be a driver, while she humiliate you because you didn't want to study economics, that never really caught your attention, so you decided to study literature and appreciate life from a more poetic point of view if you could say that. For your mother you were always the black sheep of the family, the disappointment and the dreamy girl, always imagining impossible things.

“I'm not... I'm not stupid.” you whispered timidly. “I... I don't understand... I just...” You whispered again, feeling like you were losing your voice in the process.

“And there you are again, babbling, like a baby” She said approaching you as if you were a prey. “And what will you do? Call your prince charming to save you? You know that's a bullshit.”

And sooner than expected, a punch hit your face, and then another and another, minnie began to meow and climb your leg while you did your best to stay upright. You had never seen your mother be so aggressive with you, never, she only hit you a few times but when you were younger and you didn't want to do chores, but this? It was already another level, it was like she was letting out all the frustration she feels with you. And the worst thing about it? It's just that not even your father or Luca were at home to defend you from her.

You tried to talk while you whimper. “Please... stop hurting me.” you begged, but she didn't stop, so with the little strength and endurance you had left you let go. “Stop fucking hurting me, I'm not your damned personal punch bag!” You screamed at her with the guts you never thought you had inside of you and then you ran with minnie in your arms to your bedroom and locked the door.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, with blurred vision you collected some essential things in a bag, the decision was made, you were going to move in with Charles whether she likes it or not. With trembling hands you took your cell phone and you dialed Charles's number.

“Babe? Is everything okay?” he spoke on the other line and a sob left your lips. “Honey, why are you crying?”

“Bubba, could you... Could you... Could you look for me and minnie at home, please? I do not want to be here.” you said in a small whisper.

“It's okay honey, did something happen with your mom?” he said in a calm voice. “I'll put you on speakerphone, I'm with Luca, okay?”

You sigh. “Mom... she almost... hit.” you said with a broken voice and that was enough for them to understand.

“Don't worry bubbles, we're on our way. I'll deal with her.” You heard Luca say as he took Charles' cell phone.

You hung up and sighed, you didn't want to look in the mirror, you probably had something broken in your face, or a broken bone in your nose, a bleeding nose or something like that. You also collected minnie's things and some of your plushies, you were still a young woman with a little girl's soul.

***

The ride to Charles's —now your, apartment was a bit difficult, after the encounter between your mother and Luca, he yelled at her while she pretended to be innocent, she had never been like that to you. While Luca confronted your mother, Charles helped you collect more of your things and put them in suitcases, there were also some things left but they were not so necessary.

When you went up the elevator to the apartment you felt a sensation of perhaps peace and calm... You don't know how to decipher it exactly, but it's like a kind of release and maybe a new beginning.

“Welcome home princess.” Charles said with his soft voice opening the door to the apartment, it was a fairly spacious and minimalist place, you didn't remember it like that since a year ago you and Luca spent a lot of time here in the afternoons doing anything silly the three of you, like the old times.

It had windows that illuminated the space, a lot of F1 memorabilia, trophies and family photos and of the three of you as children. It felt cozy, maybe it was the sunlight coming through the window, the presence of minnie nestled in your arms, or the presence of Charles himself, but it felt like a cozy and comfy space where you will not be judged. You left Minnie on the floor and she began to walk around the place with big eyes.

“Charles... I do not know how...” you said between babbling and he just smiled softly.

“You don't have to thank me or anything chérie. It is the least I can do for you.” he kissed the tip of your nose softly. “What do you think we go to heal that ugly bump, you can change into comfy clothes and then we take care of unpacking, okay?” He asked and you nodded, he guided you through the apartment until you both reached the room, which will be your room.

He started looking for some things to heal the wounds left by your mother's punches, you sat on the bed and he began to heal your wounds with some alcohol and ointments, he healed your wounds with such care and delicacy.

“Ouch... By chance do I have a broken nose or something like that?” you asked.

He denied several times. “Nope darling, just a couple of hits that now turn a little bit purple... But it will heal soon love, don't worry.” He whispered and looked for a band-aid to put on the bumps. “For now we will put this nice and cute pink band-aid on and that is enough!” He whispered again and gave you a kiss on the nose.

“Thank you Charlie” you whispered shyly and he smiled softly.

“It's nothing honey, now why don't you get comfortable and take a shower?” He said softly as he gave you a hug and caressed your back.

“Okay babe.” you say softly and separate yourself from his embrace to go to the bathroom and take a shower... which is necessary after all that emotional and physical exhaustion on the part of your mother.

When you entered the bathroom you let everything flow; the emotions, the frustration and also the peace that not being there again gives you... Now being with Charles in his apartment was a change that was going to happen sooner or later for whatever reasons, what happened with your mother today was the time bomb that was needed to explode to finally make that decision.

***

“Hey, there you are, sweet candy!” Charles said with a soft voice and a smile on his face when he saw you enter the living room in sweatpants and one of his big t-shirts, apparently he had already arranged Minnie's things in the living room... To be honest it looked like a small playground with all the cat toys and cat trees scattered around, but you didn't care at all, it gave the place some personality. “I made you some tea! Maybe it will help you calm down, It's a red fruit tea, it's delicious!” He said and you couldn't help but let out a shy giggle as you blushed a little, he had these little gestures towards you that made your heart bigger little by little.

You smiled a little. “Have you already tried it charlie bear?” you asked while giggling.

“Well... Yes, I made some for myself too! It's very good, and I don't know, it reminded me of you.” he giggled. “Remember that time we went to the cat cafe and you found out they had tea?”

You nodded with a smile. “Yeah... That's where we tried this tea and we discovered that we wanted a cat.” You took a small sip trying not to burn yourself and you felt the heat of the liquid expand inside your body. “The difference is that the one in that cafe was not that hot.” you said looking at him with a serious face and he muttered a "sorry ma chérie" while smiling (my darling). “And the other thing is that... That tea might have had a little cat hair, but we'll ignore that.” You said and he laughed, you also laughed along with him as Minnie approached you to climb onto your lap.

Both of you continued sipping your teas while talking about anything, with Charles you could talk about any topic at all and you were never going to get bored, there was always something interesting to talk about. Suddenly he cleared his throat, assuming that here comes the important question of the day.

“Honey bear... What happened with your mother today?” he asked in a sweet voice.

You sighed heavily. “Well... She just asked me if we had actually adopted Minnie and then I told her that we wanted to move in together and well... She exploded, I guess, maybe she had a lot of anger built up towards me and well, it was her time to explode.” you said ironically. “But hey, I guess that's life after all, right?” You whispered and shrugged.

He remained silent listening to you until he then spoke. “Oh honey... She shouldn't have reacted that way and, if you look at it, it was a harmless thing, you were just making a comment.” He whispered as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and brought you closer to his body.

“I know but... She just got angry and well, she had never hit me before.” You whispered against his chest. “And she also said things about... About us.”

He frowned worriedly. “What kind of things did she say amore?” he asked.

“Well, she said... She said I'm not pretty enough to be with you.” You paused briefly. “And that you wouldn't hesitate to get someone else and... She made me feel really bad about myself, you know?” you whispered and he held you even closer.

He snapped his tongue. “You do know she's wrong, right?” He asked and you nodded. “Perfect then... Because I want you to know that you are the most beautiful girl, okay? It doesn't matter if I repeat it to you every day or how many times, I just want you to know it.” He said and gave you a kiss on the cheek, then one on the tip of your nose, then another on your jaw and so on.

You gave a small giggle. “Charlie stop” you giggled again. “your stubble gives me tickles!” You say, breathless from laughing so much. “Okay no problem. I don't mind you telling me I'm pretty all the time, I actually appreciate it.”

He smiled when he heard your words and gave you several kisses on your lips, you felt your heart flutter at his sweet and cute action towards you, you let out a few giggles. You two smiled in the middle of the kiss, it was something so genuine and precious that it was practically impossible to describe. Minnie meowed into your lap and you moved a little away from Charles with a smile on your face.

“Apparently someone wants some attention.” you said smiling and he giggled. “I think we should share our love, don't you think?” you said giggling and he nodded.

“But of course, the little one in the house requires a lot of attention.” He said teasing you a little bit.

You acted offended. “I thought I was the little one in the house!” You put a hand on your chest. “I'm just kidding love, obviously Minnie is the little one here.”

He nodded as he stroked Minnie's fur. “You both are, you are my princesses.” He said and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you blush.

Maybe not everything is perfect or rosy all the time, maybe the problems with your mother will not be solved overnight, but with him and minnie, in some way, it's enough for you and it's going to be okay in the long run.

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caption 1: I think they found the perfect place to lay their head 🤷🏻‍♀️

caption 2: my safe and comfy place is with them around ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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lucayln I finally have signs of life from you!!

ynusername Dumbass, I wrote you a message yesterday and you left me on read‼️‼️

lucayln i'm just joking bubbles! I'm glad you're okay and safe

yourbff When can I meet my niece? 🥺

ynusername come whenever you want to visit us <3 our apartment is always open 🫶🏻🫶🏻

yourbff wdym "our"⁉️⁉️⁉️

ynusername hehe 😋😋☝🏻

charles_leclerc i love you babes, you make me so so happy and fluffy inside 🥺🥺💗

ynusername oh my babyyyyyy 🥺🥺🥺, you make me happy too, thank you so much for giving me your unconditionally love 💗💗 and minnie says she loves you too (she said "meow" but you get it)

charles_leclerc i get it baby, don't worry 😋 you're the cutest girl ever 💗💗🥺

#formula one x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc soft #charles leclerc x reader #charles x reader #charles leclerc #charles x you #charles x shy reader #mariclerc fics

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 7 days

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Hi! I’m not sure if this has been requested before but I’ve been working nonstop lately. I’m completely worn out and desperate for a day off. So, I was wondering how you think tangerine would react to this sort of situation with his gf/wife/partner- being very overworked, exhausted, tense, stressed, anxious? In need of some comfort, fluff, love and reassurance. -🤍

Thank you so much, I love you!!

hii!! im pretty sure it has, but that’s no problem. make sure to take care of yourself angel, really sorry you’re so tired, hopefully this can be of some comfort. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 I love you and hope you’re doing as well as you can be xx

ignore kimura’s hand 😭 the pic is just really hot

TAKE A BREAK.

tangerine x fem!reader — fluff & comfort

word count. 637

Tangerine had noticed a change within you recently. Though it wasn't hard, anyone could.

He could see it in your eyes, the exuberant shine almost fading with every one of your early starts and late finishes. And those tired, half-smiles you'd give him when he questions it only prove his point more.

He knew you were under a lot of stress lately, everything in your life catching up with you, and all he wanted was to help you. Even if it was carrying your weight on his shoulders for a few minutes - anything just to give you a moment of ease.

It had gone past midnight, but you were nowhere close to finishing the massive assigned workload. The dining table filled with stacks of your papers, the surface repurposed as an office desk once again. By now, the words on the page were far from legible, the lines blurring and swirling together as you pushed through the last section.

"I don't get it," you mutter to yourself, dropping your head into your hands.

"What don't you get?" Tangerine asks, appearing in the doorway as if he were a genie.

"I don't know," you mumble, rubbing your face in your palms. "All of it... it doesn't make sense— none of it does. And I've been reading it over and over and," you cut yourself off with a sigh, looking over the array of papers in front of you.

"Come on, now," he hushes, moving across the room to stand in front of you. "You're knackered. You need good sleep," he adds, placing his hands on either side of your head, making you face him.

"I can't. I have so much to do," you faintly exhale - the sound weary and worn down.

His thumbs glide under your eyes, the pads running over the dark circles and tired skin - the act as if he were trying to soothe you. "I'll help you out in the morning, alright? But not now. You need'a sleep."

"I can't," you softly shake your head, his hands moving with the faint movement. "I can't sleep knowing how much work I have."

He sighs, his head cocking to the side to maintain the eye contact you were so desperate to get out of. "When you hurt, I hurt. And you're hurting a lot right now, aren't'ya?"

The lack of response from you, silently answers his question.

"That's what I thought," he says, leaning over to press a kiss into your hairline. "I'll lock up. You go get ready for bed, yeah?" he laces his hands into yours, helping you from the seat. "I'll follow up in a minute."

You do as asked and get ready for bed, continuing the rest of your routine from a couple hours before - brushing your teeth and peeing, changing back into pyjamas. You get into your side of the bed, the comfort almost immediately soothing the aches in your body.

As promised, Tangerine follows closely behind, entering the bedroom with a glass of water in one hand and a pack of paracetamol in the other. He makes his way around the bed to your side, setting the glass and painkillers on your nightstand.

He gets in bed from his side, slipping under the covers, his arms instinctively reaching for you under them. He pulls you towards him, holding you tight.

"Can you give me food poisoning tomorrow?" you attempt a joke, burying your face into his chest.

"I'd rather throw myself down the stairs and break my legs and then sit in A&E all night so you could get the day off," he whispers, stroking over the back of your head.

"Might try that myself."

He presses a kiss into your cheek, tucking your face back into the comfort of his chest. "Enough now, get some sleep."

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine fluff #tangerine comfort

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all444miles · 10 months

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Hiii, I just saw that you were doing requests so I was wondering if you could do e-42 miles with black readers hair? Like helping her pick out different braiding and natural styles, maybe some wash day headcanons as well?

— TOUCH MY HAIR

— pairing: e-42 miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: just miles loving you and your hair ‹3 — a/n: tyyyy for this req, i am squealing rn + i alr had this idea in my prompt list but u gave me a reason to start it !! ‹3 my hcs always got miles saying sum outta pocket then the reader calls him out then he goes “my fault”, its a lil funny motif ima keep on adding 😭 also the n word is used a bit in this, js sayin!! enjoy ♡ ᖭི(ˊᗜˋ*)ᖫྀ

we all know n we've established this, miles is more than happy to pay for ur shit, esp if its your hair.

he wouldn't think twice before sending you the money for you to get your hair done. he wont listen or care if you say no, either.

"miles, bae, why u sendin me 200?" "what else? so you can get your hair done, mami." "baby, you know damn well that's too much." "buy yourself some other stuff too, if you wanna, but that money yours now, i ain't takin it back." "you.. you do too much." "mhm, make sure to show me a pic of when you get it done, you heard?"

he's always your hype man, for sure.

i got a feeling he a major fan of faux locs or boho/godess braids, so if you got that on? he'll fold.

"dayum ma, that shit looks good." "i cant even lie, Aaliyah did real good on this. she sure was tryna make me go broke though.." "worth every cent, cuz you look fine as hell with them faux locs." "miles." "im just saying, mami, your hair, like.. lord have mercy." "miles!" "my fault, i ain't lying though."

when your hair’s all natural, he loves to watching you style your hair for school, events, etc.

one time you let him style your hair, and you couldn’t even lie, it actually looked pretty good.

“these edges.. how do y'all do this shit every day?” “miles, baby, it ain’t that hard. look, lemme show you.”

you had to show him a quick tiktok tut on how to do edges, took him 2 videos before he got it 😭

“see that? like a c shape, and swoop it.” “..like this?” “yeah! you gotta do that like, 4 more times though.” “ay, dios mio. (oh my God). Mama, i ain’t doing allat.”

and wash day? his absolute favorite.

(short drabble ahead!)

Good Days by SZA played from Miles' speaker, blasting in the background, the gentle splashes of the warm water from the shower onto your curls.

You relaxed, your head leaning back further into the bathtub, your lover grabbing your scalp massager and rubbing it into your scalp carefully, shampoo mixed in, the rest of your products on the end corner of your bathtub.

"Ma, you know you really needed this wash. Your hair was tangled as shit, like a lion or sum.” he says, laughing halfway through his sentence. You scoff at him jokingly, "Miles, when you have hair as long and thick as mine, you can violate my hair."

Miles protested, adding the conditioner to your hair, setting your scalp massager aside. "Baby, my hair is basically almost as long as yours."

"Yeah, almost." you spoke, putting your fingers up to his face in pinching motion, the gems on your acrylics just an inch close to touching his nose, a grin on your face. He backed up, pushing your hands out of his face, continuing your wash routine. "Princesa, lemme finish washing yo hair without your hands all up in my face."

About 3 and a half hours later, your hair was washed and in overnight twists with your bonnet on. You laid with Miles in your bed, legs on top of each others, tired.

"Y'know, you actually good at dealin' wit my hair." you spoke, giving Miles a kiss on his forehead. “When you got a mama like mine, you pretty much have to.” Miles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should let me do it more often.” You smiled in response.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, slowly dozing off by the way you'd play with the silk of his durag. "I love you Miles."

He mumbled words once again into your neck, half asleep, but you knew what he said.

"I love you more, mi vida."

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wackapedia · 10 months

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Child Labour

Finan x reader Plot: Finan recruits a kid to help him shoot his shot with y/n 🤪 Warnings: None! Just fluff and teasing Wordcount: 811 :) A/N: pls look at little Aethelstan in the pic lollll

"These are for you, lady..." Young Aethelstan runs over to where you were standing, in a hurry to get this errand over with so he can return to his books. His speech sounded flat and somehow rehearsed, but you appreciated the gesture anyway.

"Why, thank you, Aethelstan! These are beautiful. Did you pick these for me?" You asked the little boy.

No, lady, it was Finan who-" The boy realizes his slip-up. "I shouldn't have said that..." He brings his hand to his lips as he laughs at his blunder. You were surprised to hear this new information as you ruffled the boy's hair.

"Tell you what, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you've just said so you can safely report to your lord Finan that you succeeded in your mission. Deal?" You offer a high five, and the boy eagerly nods and hits his little palm against yours. Aethelstan then runs off to where Finan was fondly watching your interaction, hiding in a corner. As soon as the Irishman finishes interrogating Aethelstan, the boy is paid one coin and then hurries off to resume his studies.

"You know, you can just hand me the flowers directly..." Your presence startles Finan. "And the coin too!" You laugh as he turns around to face you.

"A-ah, well, the boy named his price..." Finan reasons out, realizing Aethelstan's scam. 'That cheeky bastard,' he thinks.

"It's the third time this week, is it? So that's three pieces of silver?" You laugh, interrogating the flustered Irishman.

"He asked for five coins the first time..." Finan mumbles guiltily. It's such a wonder how the brave and agile Finan is reduced to a shy, bumbling mess in front of you. His adorable cheeks blush under his thick beard as he stands there, lovingly gazing into your eyes. You patiently wait for something—perhaps an offer—but the man remains stunned by your presence.

"Good day, Finan! Thank you for these. They're lovely." You wave the bunch of flowers to him and slowly step away, hoping he'll finally ask you out.

The morning drags on as Rumcofa takes on various tasks throughout the day. Before you know it. The evening rolls upon the town, and children are called back home for supper. Two boys, however, remain in the open field. One plays with his wooden sword, and the other holds up an illustrated book of sword fighting for the other one to follow.

"Boys!" You watch Cynlaef and Aethelstan immediately turn their heads when you call them.

"Do you know where Finan is?" You ask both of them as you fold a sheet of paper.

"Not this again!" Aethelstan complains, but Cynlaef nods affirmatively to your question.

You hand him the folded paper and instruct him to deliver it to Finan and to lead him back to your house if he accepts. Cynlaef nods and runs off while you lead Aethelstan to your house to prepare your supper.

Well, why didn't you ask her out?!" Uhtred exasperatedly responds to Finan after he exposes his dilemma to his best friends. "Maybe he got shy!" Sihtric pokes the Irishman's side, which earns him a smack to the shoulder. The sun was setting as the trio packed up from the pier in Rumcofa. Just then, Cynlaef's little feet patter against the boarded path, and he hands the letter to Finan, patiently waiting for him to finish reading. Once Finan looked up from the sheet, all colour seemed to have drained from his face.

"Do you accept, lord?" Cynlaef asks.

"Accept?!" Finan exclaims a little too loudly, almost scaring the boy. "Accept?! I will propose to her right now if she'd like! Take me to her!"

And this is how Finan finds himself spending his evening. Sitting in front of you, dinner all laid out on a wide table for four because the two orphan boys sit on each side. Conversation finally flows freely between the both of you, mostly because Finan is at the receiving end of Aethelstan's annoyed glaring and Cynlaef's teasing smiles. After the meal, Finan offers to help you clean up, and suddenly the both of you are reaching for the same plate, faces just an inch apart. It stays this way for quite a while, your eyes exploring his, your breath warming his reddened cheeks. You catch his eyes drifting to your lips, wondering how they would feel against his own. Slowly, he moves a little closer, closer, ever closer, and-

"Finan, didn't you say you were going to ask her to marry you?" Cynlaef interrupts the moment, and Aethelstan laughs heartily, also observing the two idiot adults in front of them.

Like opposing magnets, you pull away from each other upon remembering the two boys in the room. The plate crashes and hits the floor. Your faces are as red as tomatoes, avoiding each other's glances.

#finan x reader #finan the agile #finan #the last kingdom #tlk #the last kingdom x reader #the last kingdom fanfic

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dabiscrispypp · 1 year

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Red Wine

Art credits: akynoctua on Instagram

Diluc is a dom in this one, sorry for the misleading pic.

When your boyfriend Diluc makes a new batch of wine with a local flower the creation of an aphrodisiac occurs, leaving the two of you breathless after testing it.

Cw: creampie, drunk sex, experimental sex, choking, rough fucking, edging, squirting, fairly tame for me, Diluc x fem reader

It was a normal night, and you were closing up the tavern with your boyfriend as he was experimenting with new drinks for the menu. He had found a new flower to produce wine with and had Albedo do a few experiments with it to make sure it was safe and edible for production. It had passed most of the tests. All it needed was to be tasted. Now here you sit at the bar, both testing the drinks, and to your surprise, it tasted amazing, even Diluc enjoyed it, and Diluc didn’t enjoy any alcohol. So you continued drinking, light blushes forming on your face as you finish your first and second drinks, getting fairly drunk in the process, which once again was not usual for Diluc. Which is why you were so surprised when he set his final glass down, red in the face, and walks around the bar to pull you in for a passionate kiss, hands roaming your body as he presses himself against you.

Now, Diluc was a wonderful, passionate lover. But it was almost always your job to make the first move. He was a quiet and reserved man and was quite shy with his way of showing physical affection. He would hold your hand or kiss your cheek, but he rarely showed his affections in this way. It surprised you, but you lean in and kiss him back, trying not to scare him off. When he pulls away he’s red in the face and panting “sorry I don’t know what came over me…” you giggle at him lightly, feeling quite drunk yourself “you don’t have to apologize for wanting to kiss your girlfriend…” you reach and grab his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist. You hadn’t realized it before, but as your legs keep him from pulling away, you notice he is hard. You get butterflies in your stomach as you realize you’re also quite horny. “Diluc…” you hum softly as he kisses your neck lightly, leaving a few marks in the process, pulling on his hair tie and running your hands through his hair.

You were sharing a rather intimate moment when Albedo bursts in, face red, neck littered with marks. You pull apart embarrassed, Diluc sitting down and doing his best to hide his raging hard on. “Kaeya and I were testing some of the wine you made. It’s an aphrodisiac when consumed so… don’t give that to the general public.” You both eye his hickies and burst out laughing “that… explains a lot” you motion to the empty bottle on the table. "Sorry about that. I was trying to warn you before you drank any... looks like I was a bit too late" “looks like you were a bit preoccupied is what I think” Diluc rolls his eyes. “Perhaps. I'll leave you to it… I’m gonna go now.” Albedo leaves hastily and Diluc moves to lock up behind him. “Sorry I thought I had locked up before… must of had a bit too much wine.” He grins sheepishly. “Just get over here and finish what you started.” You smile and motion for him. With confidence you would never expect from him he walks over and grabs you, picking you up and setting you on the bar. “Might as well savor every moment of this…” he kisses you again, pulling you close as you lean down to meet his lips. He picks up where he left off smoothly, kissing you on the neck, this time sliding a hand underneath your shirt, groping at you as he bites your neck. He lifts your shirt over your head watching as your hair cascades around you like a halo. “Fuck… I can never get over how pretty you are…” he slips your panties down as well but leaves our skirt and your bra on, he’s impatient after all. He eyes you up and down before biting the tip of one of his gloves, pulling it off before reaching down to push a finger into you slowly.

“Diluc…” you sigh leaning your head back as he fingers you slowly on the bar. He slides another finger in, curling them in you as he takes his other one off and palms himself through his pants. It felt so much more intense than normal, the haze of the wine in your system clouding your mind until all you could think of is how badly you wanted his dick inside you and how good everything felt. Diluc picks up the pace, long slender fingers hitting every spot just right until you cum all over them. He pulls out slowly and unbuckles his pants stripping down a few layers till he’s in nothing but an undershirt. “Are you good or do you need more of a warm up?” Diluc usually took his sweet time fingering you and going down on you until you were shaking with pleasure. He had to if he ever wanted to fit. You had been with a few other guys before, but no one was as big as Diluc. No one stretched you open so much it hurt no matter how much warming up you had done, no once else ever slammed into your cervix even when using small and shallow thrusts. Sometimes he would fuck your thighs for hours, waiting for you to tell him it was okay to bully himself into your tight pussy. He did not truly fit you, but you made it fit eventually. “Ye-yeah I’m good” he nods as he grabs your waist, slinging you over his shoulders effortlessly, walking to one of his spare bedrooms for when he stays in mondstat over the dawn winery. By the time he throws you on the bed he's too impatient to close and lock the door... in fact you don't think he actually locked the door after Albedo left. "Diluc the door..." he flips you over on your stomach and lines the tip of his dick up to you "I don't care about the door right now... I'm gonna make you cum so much they'll hear you in dawn winery anyways" you gasp as he slides into you with ease. "I wanna hear you baby... don't hold back" "fuck! Keep talking like that diluc..." you weren't use to him being so rough or vulgar in the bedroom but the wetness between your thighs proves how much your enjoying it. "You like it when I talk like this?" He seems genuinely taken aback for a second before asking "do you like it when I'm rough with you?" You moan as he picks up the pace "yes diluc!" He gets the hint, grabbing your arms and pinning you down, ramming into you faster. "Tell me how much you like feeling my cock ram deep inside you, I can feel you squeezing me already... are you going to cum?" Your so close as you moan, intoxicated and feeling amazing. "Use your words... tell me how badly you want to cum." "Diluc I'm so close I'm gonna cum I'm gonna-" you grip the sheets so close before he speaks up "no. You're not allowed to cum yet." You gasp in shock as you try your best not to, he's never edged you before and right now he was making it very hard to obey that command. "Diluc please-" "Not yet." You whimper as he continues to tease you. You feel his hand wrap around your throat and experimentally squeeze, continuing when you whimper in approval. He squeezes your neck tightly as he whispers "now you can cum sweetheart." Tears well up in your eyes as you cum all over his cock, gasping for air as he lets go of your throat and grips your hips roughly.

"That was fucking hot" you moan out as he picks up the pace even more, the sounds of skin against skin loud in the room as he fucks you like an animal in heat. Desperate groans escaping his throat as his hips falter. "Cum inside me darling." Your voice wavers as he pounds into you "I want you to cum inside me." He moans surprised at your request, but who was he to refuse such a sweet request. He kisses the back of your shoulder, relaxing his grip on you a bit as he savors the feeling of your warm pussy, clenching around him so tightly as he cums deep inside you, keeping hold of his feverishly fast pace. Your drooling at how good it feels when his warm cum fills you up his pace practically has you struggling to breath. "Fuck maybe we should keep the recipe for that wine" Diluc laughs as he slows down a bit, taking his time to flip you on your back before, sliding himself into you again. He slowly slides in and out of you, surveying your face, a little bit of cum leaking out of him again as he sees your expression. Red faced, panting, baby hairs sticking to your forehead slightly, makeup smudged down your face as tears flow down your face. Fuck he felt bad for getting harder at the look of you crying, though he knew from your encouraging words that you were not uncomfortable. "Diluc..." you hum content and put your hands over his as he slowly continues to fuck you. "I'm still hard... so as long as your okay I'm not done fucking you." You nod in agreement with him "Use your words. Do you want me to keep fucking you." He stops, tip hovering against your wet pussy. "Yes diluc! Don't stop." You beg not prepared for him to immediately start slamming into you, moaning way louder than you intended to. "Your gonna have to wait to cum again can you do that?" You nod as you let his fuck you like your his own personal sex toy. "Good girl" he whispers in your ears, grining as he feels your pussy flutter slightly at the words. He reaches down, thumb rubbing your clit so nicely, making your orgasm build rapidly. You can't cum already but everything feels like your about to explode, pleasure running down every vein as diluc leans down and presses a lip to your nipple, sucking ever so lightly and adding another layer of pleasure. "Diluc I can't hold it any-" "I didn't say you could cum yet." He reaches up with his spare hand, closing it around your throat again as he continues to ravage you. You cry underneath him not sure how much longer you can wait, every thing he was doing right now was so right in every way, you were shaking with pleasure under him. Diluc squeezes harder, grinning as if like hitting a switch, you squirt all over his chest, the loudest moan you could muster ripped from your throat as you cum harder that you ever had before.

Content with the mess he had made of you, he grips your thighs, pushing them up and ramming into your g spot as he cums inside you again. Filling you up like you've never been before he stays inside you still, catching his breath as he cums inside you until he is drained. Pulling out and watching contently as it leaks out of your pussy, running a finger up your leg and guiding it back inside you, slipping two of them inside you. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't stop myself" you whimper red faced and ashamed that you made such a big mess. "It's okay sweetheart. I did that on purpose, I was just seeing how long it would take before you couldn't hold it in anymore" he grins and takes his hand out, slipping his fingers past your lips and making you suck off his cum. "Your so mean to me" you pout, not so secretly living this extra rough side to him. "You fucking loved it, you squirted all over my chest like the fucking whore you really are." He grins as you blush deeply, loving the dirty talk. "We are definitely keeping that wine" you breath out and laugh a bit. "Definitely. Now let me get you a towel."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #diluc smut #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc #diluc x y/n #diluc x you

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octuscle · 4 months

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I met this man at a bar recently and he was absolutely gorgeous. He’s here shooting a movie but otherwise wasn’t into me at all. Could you possibly make me into an even bigger hotter more muscular movie star so that he’ll notice me and want to get together?

Well… You're not particularly good-looking or charismatic now… No wonder the first contact wasn't particularly successful. But what do you expect with your baggy sweatshirt and ill-fitting jeans?

After the nasty rebuff you received, you're sitting alone at the bar again, looking into your… Whiskey? When did you order a whiskey? You notice that two girls in the corner keep looking over at you, whispering, looking and giggling. One of them gets up and walks towards you. You straighten up, smile at her, she turns bright red, giggles and asks if she can take a selfie. She has an adorable Indian accent. And you reply in Hindi that it would be a pleasure and an honor. She takes the selfie, gives you a kiss on the cheek and runs to her friend, giggling. You finish your whiskey and wave the bartender over to pay. He replies that it would have been an honor to serve you and that the drink is on the house, of course. And a second one if you like. Your crush looks at you questioningly. You accept the second whiskey with thanks and toast the actor. He toasts back and frantically thinks about how he knows you.

It's getting warm in the bar. You unbutton two buttons on your shiny shirt. Like the trousers, which are made of a similar fabric, the shirt fits like it was painted on your body. The bar is getting fuller. Of course, many guests are whispering about your crush. But even more stare at you, want a selfie or ask for your autograph. Many of your fans are glowing-eyed and black-haired. Lots of Indians. Your crush asks you if you're an actor too. The Indian beauty who is taking a selfie with you, pretending to give you a kiss, almost collapses with laughter. She opens Instagram and shows your crush an Instagram account. Your Instagram account. 58 million followers! He turns pale. Very pale. Your skin turns a deep brown. You answer his question with a heavy Indian accent. Yes, you're an actor too. Bollywood is productive. And you are one of the biggest stars. Four to six films a year. And each one is a box office hit. Your fitness videos? Top sellers! Your own fashion collection? A must-have in Delhi, Mumbai and Calcutta. And now also in London and Berlin. You smile your hundred-million-rupee smile. It leaves him speechless. But the bulge in his pants speaks its own language…

For the two young men who ask for a selfie, you throw yourself back into the cool macho pose that half of India loves you for. You give the bartender a 100-pound note as a tip, put on your leather coat and tell your colleague "Savoy, Charlie Chaplin Suite. Ask for John Rolfe". You don't need to look around to know that he's rushing to pay and grab his jacket. Tonight will be a close exchange between Hollywood and Bollywood.

Pic found @maxx-magnum

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #race change

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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Oh my goodness - I love your writing, I haven’t stopped reading your stuff over the last couple days!!

Absolutely LOVE your new perv!Eddie x camboy!Steve - it’s absolute filth and I’m living for every second of it! The whole “pretty boy is small”, it’s so different and it has me feral, I’m I’m here for it all day and I’m almost sorry. And I know you said mentioned Eddie’s size - but imagine with me for a second this idea…

He’s a ✨big boy✨. Not necessarily long, but he’s thick and he doesn’t realise he’s bigger than average because he’s inexperienced. But then when pretty boy sees it… gets all whiny cause it puts a couple of his toy to shame.

Pretty boy needs two hands to stroke all of him; jaw is aching before he’s swallowed all of him; and the stretch…. The ✨stretch✨!!!!

(Totally understand if this was not your thing, or the direction you were hoping for this fic)

PT. 1 of the camboy!steve/perv!eddie fic on ao3

UM NO NO THIS IS ABSOLUTELY MY THING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN, I WILL ACCEPT MORE OF YOUR THOUGHTS AT ANY TIME......I'M DROOLING OVER HERE JUST GIVE ME A SECOND 🤤🤤🤤

okay now that i'm more composed *clears throat* let's explore this wonderful idea of yours together :)

(also i'm so glad you said this bc i've had monstercock munson on the brain for a while now so this just really hits the ball out of the park for me)

steve's been doing this camboy gig for a while now.

it's gone pretty well for him--all things considered. he makes a decent living off of it. he likes the attention. he gets to chat with cute strangers.

receiving unwarranted dick pics in his inbox comes with the territory.

he's seen everything under the sun in terms of variation in girth, length, color, cut/uncut, piercings, tattoos, hairy, clean shaven, etc. most arrive with no message at all or something like, 'i'm so hard 4 u.'

when he first started out and was trying to amass a following, he'd respond to every single one (no matter how gross or weird the messages got).

he'd take on the bratty bottom role--that he's since mastered--and numb any part of him that might have been too disgusted to continue. replying with a short and sweet comment like:

'hmm hot, but i've had bigger down my throat.'

'looking good, handsome. do you think you could handle me?'

'i'll cockwarm you until you're crying and calling me 'mommy.' '

however, as time passed and his following grew, steve realized he didn't have to respond to all of his messages if he didn't want to.

each week, he'd scroll through his overflowing inbox, select a handful at random, have a laugh at the desperate behavior occurring on the other side of the screen, and respond with one of his pre-set templated replies before automatically deleting the rest.

that was, until he met eddie munson over a quick video-call and realized keeping his emotions separate from his job was going to be much more challenging than he'd previously anticipated.

it's a friday night. steve finished his stream a few hours ago, got thai food for dinner with his best friend--robin--at their favorite local spot, and is attempting to wind down for the evening.

but, it's no use.

he's horny. his mind is an impure palace of need. his hands trail over his chest and tease the sensitive buds of his nipples while he tries to focus on the netflix documentary he picked at random.

steve's little dick throbs in his silk pajama shorts where he lays beneath the pink sheets, tossing and turning, with only one person on his mind.

his cock's wet between his legs--head slick and dripping down his hairy thigh with all the filthy ideas of what he'd like to do to eddie munson if he ever gets the chance to meet him in person.

he has no idea what eddie's working with physically. he can only imagine what may hide behind the confines of that shredded black denim.

not that steve really cares about the size of eddie's dick. in the grand scheme of things, he likes him and that's plenty. but, it is something he wonders about from time to time. especially recently.

see--steve's thought process goes a little something like this:

if eddie's as small as he is or even smaller, so be it. he'll teach him everything he knows about pleasure, frotting, edging, and more.

if eddie's average, like he claims to be, steve won't mind. average is perfectly fine with him. he'll be easy to swallow down and impress. he'll be easy to ride in a multitude of positions.

from what steve had seen of his personality, he can't exactly imagine eddie being huge.

he's a self-proclaimed loser, halfway through his twenties and still a virgin, wears graphic t-shirts with anime characters on them and has one of those intense gamer-boy headsets.

horneir than he's been in a while, steve rolls onto his stomach and grinds into his bed to try to relieve the tension building at his core.

he grips the sides of his pillow, cutely tucks his chin into the plush softness, and mouths at the fabric while he rolls his hips in grinding circles.

steve loves making out.

he loves making out with cock even more.

mouthing over a cute boy's boxers until he just can't take it anymore and cums in his pants. steve would bet money that he could make eddie cum in his pants that way. he'd pull up his jeans for him after and make him spend the rest of the day walking around town just like that. messy, deplorable, and sticky in all the right places.

steve makes himself cum in under a minute. images of eddie whining and calling him 'mommy' in muffled tones dancing like sugar plums around his delusional head. he soaks through the silk fabric of his pajama shorts and watches as a damp spot blooms in the middle.

he giggles to himself. smiles softly.

wonders if eddie would have any interest in sucking on the soiled material while steve sucks him off...

usually, he'd go right to sleep after one round, but his cock is still aching with curiosity despite orgasming, so he lazily stretches to reach for his laptop and grabs it from the nightstand.

coincidentally, he makes the split second decision to check his inbox before navigating to his favorite porn site 'lovebunny.com.'

he's planning on just clearing out the messages as he usually does, when something catches his eye and his heart skips a beat, runs a marathon, and ends up trapped in his throat where he wants the sender's dick to be asap.

to: prettyboy86

from: ethebanished

sent at 10:53 p.m.

hey steve,

hope ur having a good night.

idk why i'm sending you this. sorry. i've never sent anything like this to anyone before. bc i'm a virgin and i've never had the opportunity, but um. here it is. my dick...if u were interested in seeing it?

it's not much. probably looks small compared to what u normally see. idk. i'm also kinda high rn and my friend gareth is in the next room and he told me not to do this, but i thought maybe u would like it?

excited for ur stream tomorrow. i tried pineapple on pizza last night bc u said it's ur favorite. not bad. i actually rlly liked it.

'night,

eddie m.

attachment: 6edf45lp.jpg

steve's throbbing.

he's got a hand--he only needs one--around the entire length of his cock and he's twisting tightly around the head as he downloads the image to his computer and waits for the file to open.

he's vocal.

he's considerably vocal.

he's tipsy off of a couple glasses of rose from dinner and he's arching his back like he does when he's on camera, but this time it's genuine.

'gonna show mommy your cock, baby?' he moans highly as the image loads and he strokes himself faster, 'that's it. that's a good boy. mommy's pussy wants to milk you dry. drink up all your big boy cum for you. oh--such a good boy for me--you can handle it. deep breaths while i make you feel good, sweet thing. almost there, hold still for mommy-'

a jumble of random pixels becomes a full picture and steve harrington is a mewling, whimpering, slutty mess.

he's fucking his hand, he's rolling his balls between his palms, he's taste testing the last batch of cum that he squirted all over the inside of his tiny pink shorts. he's rubbing it up and down his shaft like lube. shoving some in his ass with two fingers, clenching hard, and closing his eyes so he can pretend eddie munson just finished inside him. pervy little virgin would cum so quick.

the picture is fucking perfect.

eddie's standing in front of--what looks to be--a bathroom mirror. the lighting's shit, but steve can see clearly enough. his red and black checkered pants sit around his upper thighs. unzipped and tugged down--chains dangling. eddie's holding his fat dick in one hand and snapping the photo on his phone with the other.

it's huge. it's practically unreal. wider than any of the toys steve has in his collection. his own hand doesn't fit around it and it's long enough to rest a solid few inches above his belly button. steve's horny brain tells him that the slap it would make against his abdomen would probably be quite loud.

there's a vein running from the underside of his shaft to the tip and the whole thing is dusky pink like his nipples. his balls are round, perky, relatively hairless. there's a thicket of dark hair that starts at his navel and spreads out over his pelvis. his v-line is defined and there's a tattoo steve can't make out on his hip. he's biting his lip and steve can't tell if it's because he's nervous or thinks it's sexy, but it's working for him either way.

it's everything he could have ever wanted.

he's so gone. he's babbling filth and cumming onto his keyboard which is going to be a nightmare to clean up, but who cares? one of his mindless followers will buy him a new one if he complains about it loud enough with a glittery dildo up his ass.

'mommy's never taken cock that big, baby. you're gonna have to be careful, give it to me nice and slow. oh it's so fucking big,' he groans thumbing at his slit like it's a clit, hard and fast, 'mommy's gonna have to keep you away from all the other boys so no one else finds out what a fat cock you have hiding in there. mmm. if only they knew, but i'll never let them because i'm gonna trap you in my pussy and cockwarm you until you promise to be mine.'

when he cums for the final time, he kisses the screen. licks it clean and saves the picture to a folder he has labeled 'work.' the nastiest part of him wants to make it his screensaver, but if eddie ever found out, he'd likely never talk to steve or watch his stream again and he can't risk that.

'you and i are going to have so much fun together,' he says before falling asleep with his laptop on his stomach and eddie munson's cock watching over him like an angel from a very sexy realm.

thanks for reading ! feedback is greatly appreciated so please let me know what you think if you enjoyed this one 🥰

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madneedshelp · 1 year

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Smoke - Jake Kiszka x FReader

pic : sophiechoosestheroad instagram

Summary: Jake wants to try something new for a show, and who better to help him out than you?

Warnings: some adult language, implied sex

Note: This is purely inspired by all the eyeliner pics because I am an absolute whore for men in eyeliner. Sorry it’s a bit short, I just had to get something out because these pictures are my whole train of thought right now.

“Babe! Can you come in here for a sec?”

Your head snaps up at the frantic call for you coming from your boyfriend.

“Coming!” You hurry out of your seat backstage and head for Jake’s dressing room.

The pounding of your heart instantly calms once you see inside. He sounded purely panicked a second ago and you were expecting something awful. You thought maybe he’d hurt himself or ruined his stage clothes, but no. This was nothing of the sort.

Jake had eyeliner messily smeared all over his fear-widened eyes.

“It won’t come off.” He whispered, tissues in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Hey, it’s not funny, sweetheart. I’m serious, this shit is on there good.”

“It’s a little funny.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Give me one minute.”

Thankfully, Josh was getting his rhinestones done and their makeup artist always had plenty of remover on her. You popped over, acquired some makeup remover, and make it back to your worried boyfriend in seconds flat. You sat him down and immediately got to work.

“Here, look up and try not to move or blink, if you can.” You murmured as you began to gently wipe off the eyeliner.

“Thank you, baby. I really appreciate it.” He began to visibly relax as you worked.

“Of course. And you weren’t kidding, this stuff really is stuck on there. I’ve just about got it all, though.” As you wiped away the last of the eyeliner, another question came to mind. “What inspired all this anyway, Jakey?”

His cheeks flushed slightly. “I don’t know…I guess everyone else has been doing something lately. Sammy did some rhinestones, so does Josh, and Danny does too. I just thought maybe I’d use some of this.” He paused for a moment, and you were truly shocked to see him this bashful. “Do you think people would like it?”

You swore you could feel your heart melting a little bit. “Well, even though what matters most is that you like it, I think everyone would love it.”

“Would you help me do it right this time?”

The question came so suddenly, and it was a bit of a rarity. Jake didn’t usually ask you for help, he didn’t really ask anyone for help. It definitely wasn’t his strong suit. That’s how you could tell this meant a lot to him.

“Are you sure you want me to do it? I think Josh is almost done, I could go get-” You were cut off before you could finish.

“No, I want you to do it, baby. I’m sure.” He leaned up to plant a kiss on your lips.

The kiss left a smile on your lips as you nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it. You’re really twisting my leg here, Jacob.”

While he didn’t like to ask for help and was relentlessly stubborn at times, he was following instructions incredibly well. You told him not to move, and he was practically a statue. While you did your own eyeliner at times, doing it on other people was trickier, but you could tell he was doing his best to make it easy for you.

You finished up by gliding the eyeliner pencil over his bottom waterline one more time and then stepped back to admire your handy work.

“How is it?” He looked up at you with excited brown eyes.

“Honest answer?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Always.”

“It’s hot as fuck, Jakey.”

He stood and went to go look in the mirror himself. He looked very pleased with the look and shot a glance back in your direction. “All thanks to my wonderful makeup artist.”

You stepped up behind him and wrapped your arms snugly around his waist. “No, it’s all you for sure. You look fantastic.”

His grin turned into more of a mischievous smirk. “You really like it that much?”

Now you were the one with flushed cheeks. Your boyfriend was attractive no matter what he was wearing, but something about the eyeliner…it was doing something for you.

“Yeah, it’s alright I guess...” You feigned nonchalance.

He turned and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Want to show me how much you like it?”

His words sent heat flooding through you, and you desperately wanted to oblige him, but a knock outside the door derailed your plans.

“Jake! Ten minutes to go, brother!” Sam called from the hall.

Jake cursed under his breath. “Sorry, love.”

“No worries. Duty calls, rockstar. We can always revisit this later.” You gave him one last kiss before he was off to grab his guitar and go out on stage.

And revisit it later you did. And when you revisited it, you made sure he left the eyeliner on.

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x you #jake greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #sam kiskza #danny wagner #jake kiszka eyeliner

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tatasoom · 4 months

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PREVIEW... DO WE STILL NEED IT?..

Last episode with that emotional rollercoaster was just what I needed to become silent for almost all next week. I was ready for the next stage of this story and of course I'm gonna tell you why👇, but... we aren't ready every week I guess.

I've already mentioned P'Aof is going to ruin our expectations for beach trip (but I didn't think he would give us that emotional damage even before the trip). Here you can see Day struggling with his eyesight in the upcoming episode 8:

And we can recall his words from the episode 2:

- Give me your eyes and take everything I have. Do you dare? People keep saying they understand. But in the end, you will never ever get how it feels to look in the mirror and can't see your old self.

Now almost half a year later Day looks in the mirror and can't see even what he had left from his old self. And what about Mhok now? Will he ever be able to say that he understands?

The mirror with no image is still there for Day. As sea, sky and wind are the same. And yet he has this Songkhla City moments he couldn't imagine six months ago!

I'm so obsessed with this scene and all the details we can imagine through it.

Wet slippery t-shirts, rough sand on the hands, salty water in the hair. Soft lips touching each other in a pure act of love.

I need P'Aof to stop pretending Day and Mhok are kids or viewers are kids and give us real scenes from such a wonderful trip if you know what I mean haha

And I know it's P'On and P'Pla having their wedding, but don't you think Day and Mhok look like they have their own small wedding moments?

I'm also here to tell you that in the background of that dancing scene we can see two mature ladies waltzing! Thank you!

We also need to appreciate Mhok's hands on Day's back. There's something intimate in a way he does this.

Here's some BTS pics as well!

Let me finish this small episode 8 preview analysis here and continue my thoughts in the second part of today's posting!

Thank you!

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king of my heart - pt 11

i don’t wanna hurt you, i just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you and ben (try to) celebrate your anniversary; ben faces a setback and you decide to make some plans to take his mind off it warnings: none word count: 4k

a/n: i literally had half of this written when ben posted the pics of him and mase and their friends on the yacht hahah, manifested that fr. this is somewhat plotless again but i hope you enjoy the longer chapter!

The countdown to the Euros begins not long after the holidays are over. You’re not physically keeping track of the days, but the closer you get to June, the more the pressure seems to be building.

Specifically, the pressure Ben is putting on himself.

You’ve really admired his courage and determination throughout this whole ordeal, and you want him to make it to Germany more than anything - but not at the cost of his own well-being.

As soon as the doctors give him the all-clear to begin moving around more, working out in the gym and doing some light pitch work with the boys, Ben dives right in.

He’s at Cobham bright and early almost every morning for physio, now followed by several hours in the gym and often a couple more outside. He’s spending more time there than he did when he wasn’t injured, which you can’t help but find concerning, but he promises you he’s listening to the doctor’s advice.

It seems to be going well, with him seeming more and more alive with each passing week that he spends working toward full fitness. You know he’s still doing therapy sessions once a week, which is a massive relief to you. His mental well-being is your priority, and you don’t want it to take the backseat as he focuses on his physical recuperation.

In early March, you reach another important milestone - your one year anniversary. Although you weren’t technically a couple until later, Ben insists on counting from the day he met you. As he put it, his heart has been yours ever since, and it was too sweet for you to argue, so you went with it.

The morning of the anniversary, you wake up to find Ben already gone, like most mornings these days. You sigh and get up to get ready for work, feeling a bit sorry for yourself that you didn’t get to start your day with your boyfriend’s kisses.

Your mood is improved when you make it down to the kitchen and find a giant display of roses with a note attached.

Happy anniversary, my love. Sorry I had to go, but I’ll be home by 5 and then the celebrations begin! Pick out a pretty dress and I’ll take care of the rest. I love you so much and can’t wait for tonight xx

You smile to yourself as you wonder what he may have planned for the two of you later. It’s probably a fancy dinner or something, but honestly, you couldn’t care less, you’re just excited to spend time with Ben.

It hasn’t been an easy road to get to where you are now, but you’re so incandescently happy to have made it here.

On the tube, the whole day at work, and as you leave early so you can get ready before Ben gets home, you can’t stop smiling.

As you’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup, your phone begins to ring. On your way over to pick it up from its charging station, you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the sleek black dress you’ve chosen for the occasion. The very same one you were wearing the night you met Ben.

When you see his name flash on your phone, you grin even wider, unable to contain your excitement.

“Hey babe! Are you on your way home?”

“Hey,” Ben responds, and you can tell right away from his tone that something is wrong. “I’m still at Cobham. I - I tweaked my knee at training.”

You drop down to sit on the bed, your heart breaking for him.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” you breathe. “Are you okay? How bad is it?”

“They don’t think it’s too serious, but it’s probably going to push me back a few weeks,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry, love, they want to do some tests and I’m not sure when I’m going to be out of here. I’ll try to get home as soon as I can, or maybe you want to take Charlotte and use the dinner reservation I made, it’s on me of course-“

“I’m coming to Cobham,” you say decisively, without hesitation. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N, you really don’t have to. I don’t want to ruin your night any more by having you come all the way down here and sit in a treatment room with me.”

“Don’t be silly, there’s nowhere else I would rather be right now,” you say softly. “Hang tight, honey, I’ll be right there.”

It doesn’t even occur to you to get changed before you’re driving down to Cobham, your heart hammering in your chest with concern. You know he said it’s not too big of a setback, hopefully, but your mind is full of what-ifs.

You breeze past security and run down to the treatment area, glancing in each room until you find Ben.

He’s sitting alone on one of the beds, an ice pack on his knee, scrolling on his phone when you arrive. When he hears you walk in, he lifts his head, and his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, you look incredible.”

You blush slightly, suddenly feeling a bit silly for coming here in your fancy date outfit, but you weren’t thinking about anything but Ben when you came here.

“Thanks, honey,” you say, walking over to him and taking his hand. “What happened?”

He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. “I was just doing some basic training drills and I felt a really intense pain in my knee. The doctor checked me out and he thinks it’s just a strain and not another tear, but I need a scan tomorrow and I’ll probably have to sit out for two to three weeks.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you murmur, running your hand through his hair. “How do you feel now? Is the pain still bad?”

He nods, leaning into your touch and desperately seeking your comfort.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “But I’m mostly just frustrated. I’ve been working so hard to make it to the Euros and it could all be for nothing if I’m not fit in time. And I managed to fuck up our anniversary.”

“Hey,” you say, raising your voice slightly but keeping your tone gentle. “You’re going to be fit for the Euros. This is just a temporary setback, it’s going to be fine.”

Ben nods slightly, though he still won’t look at you, so you take his face in both hands and redirect his gaze to yours.

“And as for our anniversary, you haven’t ruined anything,” you assure him. “I just want to be with you, I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing. I love you, Benji. So much.”

“I love you, too,” he says, his eyes flooded with emotion. “I just wanted to be able to do something nice for you for a change. You’ve been helping me with this bloody injury for half the time we’ve been together, and I’m so grateful for that, but I didn’t want tonight to be about me again. I just wanted to not be a burden for once.”

“Ben, that’s sweet of you, but you don’t need to make anything up to me,” you say. “You’re not a burden, you’re my boyfriend, and I will be here for you no matter what. You don’t owe me anything in return.”

Ben tugs you closer, burying his face in your neck, and you can feel his hot tears on your skin. You comb your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he murmurs into your neck.

“It’s alright,” you whisper. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

You continue to hold him for a while, until the physio comes back in to wrap his knee and give him some pain medication. As he’s talking with Ben about some strengthening exercises he should be doing, you excuse yourself for a minute, an idea forming in your head.

Once you’re down the hall and out of earshot, you call Charlotte and wait for her to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey, you said Mason has next week off, right?”

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The plan comes together within a matter of days, and by Thursday, you’re on a private jet bound for the Maldives with Ben, Mason, and Charlotte.

Mason and Charlotte jumped on board with your idea of taking a trip to distract Ben from his setback right away, and they even offered to take care of most of the planning. It worked out kind of perfectly with Mason having no game next weekend and both you and Charlotte having a slow month at work, and you were all eager to cheer up Ben in any way possible.

Although you were slightly concerned he wouldn’t be feeling up to it, Ben was elated when you told him what you were planning, and he assured you his knee would be fine.

The trip very quickly got way more extravagant than you’d expected, but you know how much money the boys make and how rarely they actually get an opportunity to spend it on a trip like this.

You spend the first three nights on a yacht, which could probably sleep ten or fifteen people but is reserved for the four of you. It’s by far the most over-the-top experience of your life, but it’s also the most fun.

You spend the days swimming and laughing with your friends, enjoying the scenic views from the boat and the warm weather.

As the days go on, you can feel Ben’s mood getting lighter and his heart a bit less burdened. By your final night on the boat, he seems to be completely relaxed, enjoying a few beers with dinner and joking around with Mason like he used to.

After you’ve finished eating and Mason and Charlotte have run off to their bedroom, Ben takes you by the hand and leads you to the front of the boat. There’s a big sofa bed set up with a dozen pillows, which you both lay down on and scoot closer to each other until you’re in his arms.

“This is so nice,” Ben murmurs into your hair as you lay with your head on his chest.

You’ve got one arm draped over him, fiddling with the soft material of his white t-shirt, and you let out an exhale against him.

You hadn’t completely realized how stressful the past few months have been, between Ben’s injury and your compounding work responsibilities, until you got here. Without thinking about work or football or anything, you’ve had the chance to just enjoy each other’s company and the time with your best friends.

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” you agree.

As Ben stretches out his legs a bit more, you notice him wince slightly, and you’re reminded of the reason for this trip in the first place - to take his mind off his slow-going recovery.

Gently, you move your hand down to his lower thigh, just above his injured knee, and begin to carefully massage the area. You look at him to make sure you aren’t hurting him, but judging by the relief on his face, it seems to be helping.

“God, that’s like magic,” Ben exhales, laying his head back against the pillow. “How are you so good at this?”

“I may have asked the massage therapist at Chelsea for some tips,” you shrug. “I wanted to be able to help.”

Ben is silent for a moment as you continue your movements, and when you meet his gaze and see tears in his eyes, you quickly stop.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all, babe,” Ben insists quickly, grabbing your hand that you pulled away and squeezing tightly. “Sorry, I just…I can’t believe how much I love you sometimes.”

Your heart melts at his tender words and loving gaze. You lean in to kiss him, gently cupping his face as you do so and brushing your thumb over his stubble.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “Want me to keep going?”

“Yes, please,” Ben smiles, tugging you closer so you can resume.

As you lay in his arms, doing everything you can to alleviate his pain in some way, it occurs to you that you can’t believe how much you love him, either.

You never foresaw yourself in a relationship like this, at least not since your dad died. In some ways, it’s still terrifying - you don’t think you could bear it if anything were to happen to Ben, or if you ever broke up.

But it’s also exhilarating being so in love with him. Letting yourself be so loved by him.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Ben asks after a bit.

“You, mostly,” you say flirtatiously, causing Ben to press a flurry of kisses to your forehead and cheek. When he pulls away and looks at you a bit more seriously, you continue. “I was just thinking that I never imagined myself in a serious relationship like this. I don’t think I had properly grieved my dad yet when we met, and I was still so scared of losing someone the way my mum did.”

Ben nods, listening intently and squeezing you a bit tighter. He knows how hard it is for you to talk about your dad, and he’s always there for you when you need it. You had barely been officially dating for a month when the anniversary of his death came around, and Ben, knowing it would be a tough day for you, had come over with your favourite takeaway, a ton of sweets, and offered to watch your favourite film with you. That same night, he had held you as you cried into his chest for a long time, murmuring soothing words and rocking you back and forth.

In some ways, from that night on, you had almost felt like Ben was a gift from your dad, or at least that he steered you in his direction. You aren’t a religious or particularly spiritual person, but you think if your dad was acting as some kind of guardian angel on your behalf, he would’ve done everything in his power to make sure you ended up with a kind, loving man like Ben. And it would’ve been incredibly on-brand for him to choose a Chelsea player out of all the men in London.

“I think he would be really glad to see how happy you make me,” you continue, intertwining your fingers with Ben’s as tears form in your eyes.

“I wish I had gotten to meet him,” Ben says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “He raised an incredible daughter.”

You smile and cuddle up closer to him, both of you intertwined and staring up at the night sky. There’s a beautiful display of constellations above you, stars that you never get to see under the bright city lights of London.

“I wish you had met him, too,” you say. “It would’ve been the easiest bringing-a-boy-home experience ever. He was a bigger fan of the club than Max.”

Ben chuckles softly and begins to caress your back.

“Hey, I just had an idea,” he says after a few minutes have passed. “You should move in with me when we get back.”

He says it so casually, as if he’s not suggesting a major milestone in your relationship, that it takes you a second to process.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” Ben smiles. “I mean, you basically live there already, you might as well stop paying rent somewhere else. And Charlotte’s never home, so it’s not like she’ll miss you much. What do you think?”

You’re surprised by how little you need to think about it. On one hand, it’s a big step moving in together. But on the other hand, as Ben pointed out, you’ve essentially been living with him since he got hurt. The odd mornings you wake up in your own flat, alone in bed, without his gentle kisses and warm embrace, your day is already off to a bad start.

“You won’t get sick of me?” you ask somewhat teasingly, though there are still traces of insecurity in your tone.

“Impossible,” Ben says incredulously. “I know you mostly started staying over more often to help me out since the injury, which I really appreciate. But it also made me realize that I want you there all the time, regardless of whether I need help showering and getting upstairs or not. I hate when you’re not there.”

“I do too,” you confess, squeezing his hand. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll move in when we get back.”

Ben grins with glee and leans in to attack your face with little kisses, making you giggle as his lips move down to your neck.

“I can’t wait, baby,” Ben smiles, pulling you closer.

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After the first few days of your holiday spent on the yacht, you all head to a resort for the remainder of the trip.

It’s a beautiful spot, with white sandy beaches lined with palm trees and all the delicious cocktails and seafood you could want.

On the final day before your early departure tomorrow, you and Charlotte are laid up on two lounge chairs by the beach with a couple of piña coladas, soaking up every last minute of this perfect trip.

You’re watching Ben and Mason kick the football back and forth by the lapping waves as the sun begins to set.

“I’m going to miss this view,” Charlotte sighs with a sip of her drink.

You’re not sure if she’s referring to the scenic landscape or your shirtless boyfriends having a kickabout in front of it - either way, you concur.

“Me too,” you agree.

Ben kicks the ball straight through Mason’s legs, sending it into the water and forcing Mason to run and grab it, and he looks over at you grinning with a twinkle in his eye.

You can see how good this trip has been for him, how much he’s needed this reprieve from the constant routine of gruelling physio sessions and reminders at every turn of how much more it will take before he’s back on the pitch.

You blow him a kiss as he returns to playing with Mason, splashing around in the shallow water a bit like they’re a couple of little kids.

“So, you’re finally officially leaving me for Chilly,” Charlotte continues in a light tone, looking over at you.

You and Ben finally revealed your plans to move in together during dinner tonight. Although Mason and Charlotte were both excited for you, you wondered if she felt a little bittersweet - just as you did - about your chapter as roommates coming to an end.

“I’m gonna miss you, Char,” you say sadly. “I just felt like it was the right time, you know?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just taking the piss,” she smiles with a wave of her hand. “I’ll miss you too, but you’re in love and he’s head over heels for you. It’s definitely time.”

You chat for a few minutes about your plans for the next few weeks and Charlotte’s upcoming work engagements until the boys eventually return, sitting on the end of each of your chairs.

You tuck your legs in so Ben can scoot closer and kiss you, and you run your hand over the planes of his bare shoulder and back in appreciation.

“Looking good out there, babe,” you smile, touching his knee and squeezing lightly. “How’s it feeling?”

“Really good, actually,” Ben says happily, covering your hand with his own. “I think the rest and the physio exercises and your massages are really helping. I’m feeling better about my chances for Germany than I have since I first got hurt.”

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” you exhale, your thumb stroking his thigh. “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come. Regardless of what happens with the Euros, I want you to remember that, okay?”

“Thank you,” Ben says with glistening eyes. “And thank you for suggesting this trip. I think it was just what I needed. I love you so-“

“Oh my god, we get it, guys,” Mason teases from the chair next to you, where he and Charlotte are laughing at your overly-affectionate behaviour. Truth be told, you had forgotten they were there, so enraptured by this moment with Ben.

“Sorry,” you blush slightly, looking at Ben, who just laughs.

Before your friends can tease you any further, you’re interrupted by a young boy who couldn’t be more than six or seven running up to your group with wide eyes.

“Bloody hell, you’re Mason Mount!” he exclaims before turning to Ben. “And Ben Chilwell!”

“Language, Liam!” A woman, presumably the boy’s mother, exclaims as she runs up behind him. “Sorry, he’s a huge Chelsea fan and he spotted you from over there.”

“It’s no problem,” Mason smiles at the kid. “Hey, Liam, it’s nice to meet you.”

The little boy looks to be on the verge of falling over as he looks between Mason and Ben with disbelief.

“Are you coming back soon?” he asks Ben. “The club really needs you, my dad says the defense has been a nightmare lately.”

“Liam-“ his mother begins to scold him again, but Ben waves his hand as he and Mason laugh out loud.

“I hope so, mate,” Ben smiles. “Do you play football?”

“Yeah, I’m a forward on my school team!”

“Nice, I bet you score loads of goals, yeah?” Ben asks.

Liam nods excitedly, his eyes full of unabashed shock and glee that a real life Chelsea footballer is asking him questions.

“Alright, dear, we’d better leave the nice lads to their holiday,” his mum cuts in, grabbing her son’s hand. “Thanks, boys, he’s not going to forget this any time soon.”

“Of course!” Mason says, hopping to his feet. “You want a photo before you go?”

Ben and Mason take a quick picture with their adorable little fan before he and his mum walk away, her thanking the boys profusely once more.

As Mason and Charlotte head back toward the water, going for one final swim before you head back to the rooms, you stride over to Ben and wrap your arms around him tightly, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

When you pull back, you press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that you’re grateful Mase and Charlotte aren’t watching - you’ve gotten called out enough for PDA on this trip.

“What was that for?” Ben asks when you pull back, a dazed expression on his face.

“You’re a good person, Benji,” you say simply, stroking his cheek. “And I can’t wait to see you back on the pitch. Not just for you or for me, but for the kids like that who look up to you.”

Ben nods, leaning down to peck your lips once more.

Then he surprises you by throwing you over his shoulder and running toward the water, despite your squeals of protest, and plopping both of you in the ocean. You’re laughing so hard your sides hurt by the time you make it back to shore, hand in hand with the man you love.

As you look ahead to the coming months, sure to be full of exciting changes for both of you, you can feel the fears and ghosts of your past fading away. For the first time, all you can think about is how excited you are for whatever the future holds.

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Walking on Water (I)

Part 1

Here we go for a cute little story for Ben Barnes! This was not requested, and I’ve written this a while ago. Just wanted to include a place I’ve been to, because I was looking at the pictures from these vacations and it was super pretty. That’s all!

There are a few links to some pics of the mountains and places I’m talking about, if you want to get an idea of the landscape on the masterpost for this fic (I’ve tried to describe it, but it’s still interesting to have actual illustrations).

It got a bit too long to be a mere oneshot, so I’ve split it into two parts, I guess you can call that a mini-series? Part 2 is already finished, and will be posted in a couple of days!

Hope you like this cute piece! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: None! Fluff, a little bit of angst, Ben being an idiot, the usual… Best friends to lovers, only one bed, mutual pining, almost kissing… honestly, I’ve used so many tropes in this one!

Summary: Going for a trek across the Alps with your best friend aka crush aka love of your life is bound to get you into an awful lot of trouble.

Word count: 5226

“Why is summer so hot?! I’m melting!”

Ben merely chuckled and kept on walking in front of you. Or rather ‘climbing’, considering the slope you had to conquer.

Come with me hike across the Alps, he said. It will be fun, he said…

You regretted every single one of your choices at that moment. You would have expected for the temperature to be fresh at those altitudes, but you were quickly disappointed. You were covered in sweat and dust, under a burning sun, climbing up a mountain when you could have been in your bed reading a good book.

You cursed under your breath the idiot who was responsible for all your misery.

And there he was, walking in front of you. Oh, for sure he was out of breath and sweating as well, but he somehow managed to look good doing it. You did not. And you could not have cared less about how you looked because you could feel a bloody cramp spreading across your calf and that was really the last thing you needed…

You had followed Ben in his crazy idea of walking for four days straight. Going all the way around the Grande Casse, which, undoubtedly was part of the most beautiful spots of the Alps. And that was saying a lot.

But after two full days of walking in the mountains for seven to eight hours, sleeping on uncomfortable beds in shelters, and feeling like every single one of your muscles hurt… you were starting to lose your joyful temper.

But then again, you had planned this with Ben. You had talked about wanting to spend some time in nature, and you both enjoyed walking and running together; whenever Ben was around, of course. He had had a busy year, between acting and his new music projects, so travelling together for the summer sounded like a brilliant idea. Two full weeks lost in some of the most beautiful mountains in Europe. What could possibly go wrong?

Your crazy friend. That was what went wrong.

And sure, the first couple of days spent in a chalet felt like heaven. You relaxed, you visited some pretty sights, you ate good food, and had so much fun finally spending some quality time with your best friend.

But then came the time for the two of you to start this crazy project of yours to walk for four days in a row, sleeping in mountain shelters and enjoying the wonderful landscapes with your best friend. When Ben had proposed this idea, you were excited.

And now… now the harsh reality of it all had caught up with you, and if you could have gotten away with murdering your best friend, you would have pushed him off a cliff, without a doubt.

“Come on, it’s not so bad!” he encouraged you.

He reached a turn in the path, and waited for you there, moving to the side to let other tourists pass.

When you joined him, he handed you your bottle of water with a grin.

And you wanted to punch him in the face so hard…

“I hate you,” you breathed.

You were struggling to catch your breath, drinking the cold water in long gulps. It felt good. It was cooling you down under the burns of the sun. There was no wind to make the heat more tolerable either.

Ben nodded towards the path up ahead. He was out of breath as well.

“We’re going to reach some trees over there. It should be easier in the shade.”

“I hate you,” you repeated, handing him back your bottle so he could put it back in the little net on the side of your backpack. “Why did you convince me to do this again?”

He laughed, a bright, wonderful laugh, before he pointed at something behind you.

“That’s why.”

You turned around, and took in the breathtaking view.

You had reached a turn in the path, and there was a clear view of the mountains from there. You were too busy looking at your feet to avoid falling because of roots and rocks during your climb, too busy struggling with your breathing and this horrible heat to actually pay attention to your surroundings.

This was a nice and necessary reminder.

Before you a field of wild flowers – purple, red, yellow and white – descended along the side of the mountain you were climbing: a peak on your left that fell abruptly at first, but then more smoothly, gently enough to let grass, bushes and flowers grow. Further on the right, the mountain you stood upon stopped, or rather you lost sight of it beyond pine trees. And beyond these trees, you could see the mountains on the other side of the valley. They faced you with all their height and might, chiselled rocks that seemed to be reaching for the azure sky above, fingers thrown upwards trying to hold the firmament. The tops of the sharp peaks were painted with splashes of white, eternal snow that never melted. They were like innocent spots across black stone.

And all around you, in all direction, as far as the eye could see, it was just mountains. Peaks and falls and snow and forests of greens and golds.

It truly was indescribable. Some of the most beautiful things you had ever seen…

You slowly nodded.

“That’s a pretty good argument.”

But when you turned to Ben again, you were glaring at him.

“Won’t save you from my wrath though.”

Your best friend merely laughed again, readjusting his old red cap upon his head.

“You’ve always been merciless,” he teased, an annoying grin plastered on his features.

He brushed away a couple of droplets of sweat that were rolling down the side of his face, from his temple down to his jawline.

“Have to admit though that walking under this heat is quite painful,” he added, taking a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

“How long till we reach the shelter?”

“Two hours.”

“I’m going to die.”

“Of course not. I would then have to carry your corpse all the way down the mountain, and that would be way too much effort. So, I’m forbidding you to do so.”

“How generous of you. You could always leave my body here.”

“For your family to kill me? No, thank you.”

You let out a laugh, and he soon joined you.

“It is a pretty sight though,” you nodded once more, letting your gaze drift back to the landscape splayed before you.

You didn’t see Ben’s tender smile as he kept on looking at you.

“It is a beautiful sight, indeed…”

But even if you enjoyed this short break, you still had a long way to go to reach the shelter. You heaved a sigh, turning towards the path again.

You walked for about twenty minutes until the path slowly faded, from a clear line to a mere passage drawn through the grass by the many footsteps of hundreds of hikers. You followed this passage through the tall grass and flowers that tickled your calves and perfumed the air with a sweet smell. You kept on walking until you reached a barrier, made of barbed wire. In the distance, you could hear bells ringing, breaking the quiet of the peaceful scenery: you needed to cross a field where cows were grazing.

You found the handle that allowed you to detach a segment of the wire so you could cross, and you entered the field with Ben. You stopped to admire the cows, remaining at a respectful distance of the quiet animals. They didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the two of you though, eating grass and wildflowers while the bells around their necks rang loudly in the motionless air. Butterflies flew from flower to flower as well, adding even more splashes of colour upon the idyllic landscape. Beyond the cows and field, you could still see the same tall mountains that rose majestically on the other side of the valley.

You were about to start walking again, laughing at Ben as he tried to get rid of an annoying fly, when you heard an animal walking towards you.

It was a donkey. Grey with cute, darker ears and a lazy pace that made you wonder if he really was walking purposefully towards you and Ben or if he was simply minding his own business, and you happened to be on his way.

You had to admit that you looked at the quiet animal with some worry, not sure how to react. Ben, however, had an adorable smile on his face.

“Hi, there,” he said in a calm, welcoming voice.

The animal stopped, seemed to study the two of you, and took a couple more steps to get right in front of Ben.

“You should be careful…” you advised him, but Ben rolled his eyes.

“This guy seems quite calm.”

He tentatively rose his hand, gave the donkey’s nose a few scratched, and the animal wriggled his ears in an appreciative way.

You took the opportunity to take a couple pictures, while Ben was grinning like a boy, still petting the donkey.

“This guy’s very friendly!” he grinned. “You should pet him!”

But you were hesitant…

“Come on!” Ben encouraged you. “Look, he’s very calm.”

Before you could protest, he held your hand in his and guided your palm to rest on the donkey’s muzzle.

The fur was surprisingly soft under your touch. Ben’s touch was burning your hand, it seemed…

You were struggling to breathe, and it was not because of the donkey.

Ben looked down at you with tender eyes, his grin growing fonder and brighter at the same time.

“It’s pretty great, isn’t it.”

You couldn’t help but nod.

“Yeah, pretty great.”

You realized then that you had taken a step closer to Ben, and that you were standing very close, shoulder to shoulder. When you looked up at him, you noticed the way he turned away in a hurry. After spending three days in a row outside, he had caught small sunburns on his cheekbones and on the tip of his nose. Nothing painful, but enough for the skin to turn into an adorable shade of red. You were certain though that he seemed redder than before, as if he were blushing.

He let go of your hand.

“We should get going,” he said, looking away again and he started walking without waiting for your answer.

He didn’t want you to realize that his face was on fire. That even his ears were on fire, actually. That his heart was pounding because of you, because of your fingers under his, because of your shoulder resting gently against his arm, because of the light of the bright sun in your eyes…

He heard you hurrying behind him, and he forced himself to slow down. He took a few deep breaths, calming down.

He had been so good these past few days at hiding the way he truly felt about you, he couldn’t just… show it now and blow everything away and destroy all that you had built together along the years…

No, no… he couldn’t do this. It was too much of a risk to take to tell you about his feelings for you.

For a while, he had thought it was a mere crush, that it would pass. But time had flown by, carrying weeks, and months and years and it seemed that it only got worse. Only got more intense.

The more time went by, the more he was falling desperately in love with you.

He really, really was an idiot for falling in love with his best friend…

“Huh… Ben… I think we have a problem…”

He turned around, and indeed, you had a problem. A problem in the form of a donkey.

Because that friendly animal apparently wanted more than just scratches. He was following you across the field, and had started sniffing your backpack suspiciously.

You hurried to reach your friend, and bravely hid behind him.

“What do we do?”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he got an apple out of his bag, and handed it to the animal.

“I reckon that’s why he was so friendly. He was hoping for a treat.”

Indeed, the donkey grabbed Ben’s apple and started munching on it, bits dropping on the grass.

“Let’s make an escape while he’s distracted,” you proposed, and you resumed your walk towards the other side of the field.

When you crossed the barbed wire again, the donkey had started following you once more. He let out a loud cry as Ben walked away.

“You’re really good at making new friends,” you complimented Ben, making him laugh.

“This one’s a little too intrusive though. Very stubborn,” he joked.

He patted the donkey one last time from the across the wires though, before turning away.

“You really do make friends everywhere you go.”

“That’s because I’m absolutely charming, obviously.”

He was joking of course, a giggle badly hidden in his voice and ready to come out at your reply. But your tone was not as humorous as he had expected it to be when you answered.

“Hmm… well, you are quite charming, that’s true.”

You didn’t laugh, and he guessed that you weren’t joking, not fully anyway.

He blushed even more fiercely than before, and was grateful that you were walking in front of him, so you could not see his crimson cheeks.

Le refuge du col de la Vanoise.

Last shelter of your crazy trip, before going down to a village down the mountain the next day.

There was an older building built in stone at the beginning of the 20th century, but that was not the building where you would be spending the night. You would be sleeping in the large, modern one made of wood and metal that sat by its side. When you arrived, you first saw it coming up from the path, its rectangular shape resting at the foot of a peak covered in snow and black stones. You had to admit that it was an impressive sight to see, it seemed ridiculously small next to the large shape of the peak, that some people were brave enough to attempt climbing.

When you turned to Ben, he was grinning, a dreamy expression painted over his features.

“That is one hell of a view to spend the night, don’t you think?”

He finally turned to you, and you couldn’t argue with his statement.

“I think if we walk a bit further, we can even reach the snow, look,” you added, pointing towards the fading grass, where the slope became more intense again and the ground lost any trace of green, in favour of dark grey rocks, that were splashed with stains of white snow.

“That would certainly cool us down,” he laughed.

You had noticed that the air was chiller now, but with so much effort put into trekking, you hadn’t felt the need to put on a pullover yet. The gush of wind that followed made you reconsider your decision, though.

Over 2500 metres above sea level… That was pretty high, you reckoned… And you looked up at the peaks above you, that seemed so close, reachable now, you truly realized how far you had walked in just three days. When you had started, they seemed to be so high above you, unreachable at the time.

You followed Ben as he walked towards the mountain shelter. Black t-shirt hugging his frame, a black backpack, grey shorts and his old red cap, its colours had fainted long ago but he still wore it often. You had gifted him that stupid cap ages ago. Almost… almost a lifetime ago, it seemed.

For how long had the two of you known each other? You had stopped counting. It felt like he had always been here, with you. There had been a change in what you saw in him along the years. Slow, barely noticeable at first. Something that settled in your heart without you noticing, that grew stronger with each minute you spent together. When you realized what it was, it was too late already. You couldn’t go back. You couldn’t see a mere friend in him anymore.

But how could you tell your best friend that you loved him?

It seemed impossible, unfeasible, unreachable. Just like reaching the top of this mountain. You felt too small to achieve such a thing.

A thousand things could go wrong, and you would have rather kept him in your life as your friend than try to have more and lose everything. So, you dated other people, and he had a love life of his own. Somehow though, you always ended up with a glass of wine in his apartment every Friday night. Somehow, he always called you when he was away on Sunday mornings. You watched movies together even if you were thousands of miles apart. You talked to him on the phone until he fell asleep. He listened to you for hours complain about work. He looked at you with this expression in his eyes that was so full of tenderness that you melted everytime.

And you thought, sometimes, as if caught in a dream, as if yielding to a moment of madness, that perhaps… perhaps he felt the same. Perhaps he had stopped seeing you as a friend at one point. Perhaps he loved you too.

But how could you tell your best friend that you loved him?

While you were lost in these thoughts of yours, some that were becoming quite frequent these days, you had reached the shelter, and Ben was checking with the guardian about your reservation. You were still too distracted by your own worries to pay attention to the conversation Ben was leading, in a mix of French and English. You did notice the few French words he spoke though; they made your heart jump every time.

You focused harder on the conversation though, when you heard Ben repeat himself several times. You saw him reaching for his phone in his pocket, and he showed his digital copy of the reservation to the keeper. The bearded man stared at the screen. He looked like he was about fifty, with a face marked by years spent under the wind and sun.

He nodded, taking his time to choose his words as he answered in English, but with a heavy accent.

“I can see that you have booked two beds. There must have been a mistake.”

He shrugged, emphasizing his gesture to show what he meant, in case Ben would have not understood his English. But he had, and so had you.

He lifted a finger to show the two of you to wait. He disappeared inside the shelter, looking for something. You asked Ben what was going on.

“Apparently there was a mistake and they have registered only one bed for us.”

“What? Does that mean we can’t sleep here tonight?”

“I don’t know. The guy is gone looking for something, apparently.”

“But we can’t reach the town tonight, it’s several hours away…”

Ben rested a soothing hand on your arm.

“I’m sure we’ll find a solution, don’t worry. We’re in the middle of the mountains, they’re not going to just abandon on us to spend the night out there.”

Right at that moment, the keeper came back. He had an apologizing smile on his face as he explained the situation, slowly, struggling to find his words sometimes.

The shelter was fully booked for tonight. He couldn’t explain the problem with the online booking system, and it didn’t matter. What mattered was that you needed a place to stay for the night, and it wasn’t an option for the two of you to go somewhere else.

He had found an extra mattress, along with a dozen of blankets. You would still be missing a bed, but you could use the old mattress and the extra blankets to sleep on the floor, while still being at least a little comfortable.

Ben and you exchanged a glance, but there wasn’t anything else to be done. And this poor man before you had no better option either, he couldn’t summon a bed, after all.

So, Ben helped the keeper to carry the mattress across the building, until you reached the corner of a large dormitory filled with many beds. They put down the mattress, along with the blankets, right next to a single bed set in the corner.

But, despite the seven layers of blankets added to the mattress, Ben couldn’t refrain a laugh as he laid down to test his bed for the night, after the French man had left the two of you alone.

“If I can get up again tomorrow morning, it will be a miracle,” he chuckled, running a finger through his hair before replacing his cap on his head.

“Is it that bad? I can sleep on the floor…”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just… destroy my back during the night.”

“Don’t be ridiculous…”

“I’m not. Help me up, would you?”

You offered him your hand, rolling your eyes at him.

You pulled with all your strength to tease him, making him almost fall as he got up. And it made you both laugh but also… It made him hold onto you to keep his balance, and when he looked down at you, you were very close.

Desperately close.

And being so close to you, with your hand still in his, so close that he could feel the air leaving your lungs come to brush his lips, he couldn’t look away from your eyes. He was trapped inside them. He couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. He could only stare, and take in the warmth of your skin against his, and the way he wanted to bend down and finally…

You both jumped as the door of the dormitory opened, and the spell was broken.

You did find snow a few meters away from the shelter.

You did enjoy a nice evening sharing a meal with a hilarious Italian couple, two French sisters, and an old French guy who had been coming here every summer for twenty years.

It was a light evening, filled with stars and funny stories shared with strangers and an awful lot of wine and cheese.

The temperature had dropped considerably during the evening, and when you finally headed to bed around 11pm, you were happy to stay in the shelter and not outside, in a tent.

When you let yourself fall onto the bed, you couldn’t refrain a sigh of relief. Some people sharing the room were already asleep, and you whispered when you saw Ben coming in from the showers. He was still drying his hair with a towel, his dark locks completely dishevelled. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with a pair of dark jogging trousers.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered as he sat down at the end of your bed.

He yawned, as if to agree with your statement.

“We need to get up early tomorrow. Lots of walking to be done,” he added, his tone matching yours in the quiet room while he rubbed the towel against his rebellious hair.

You threw a glance at the mattress on the floor by the side of your bed, and heaved a sigh.

“You shouldn’t sleep on that thing, by the way.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll break your back.”

“It’s better than the floor.”

“You can sleep with me.”

You stared at each other for a moment. You realized you were staring but so was he. You were trapped in his brown eyes again, as usual. You always were…

The room was quiet, peaceful. Outside the wind had started to blow, got caught in the rocks of the mountains around the shelter. It howled. In the dormitory, you were the only ones talking, your voices mere whispers. On the opposite side of the room, someone was softly snoring.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a voice even lower than before, full with something kind and delicate, fond, almost loving…

You shrugged, trying to hide behind a casual gesture how nervous you truly were.

“Of course. We’ve been friends for… how long?”

“Too much to count at this point,” he answered with an amused smile, but his dark eyes remained on you.

“So… I reckon we can share a bed. We’ve done worse.”.

“Alright,” he nodded, finally freeing you from his intense stare.

He threw the towel on his bag, ran his fingers through his hair to tame the rebel strands. He was avoiding your gaze, but you didn’t notice. You didn’t notice either that he was blushing.

More people walked inside the room, there were only five minutes left before the main lights of the room would be turned off, so that everyone could go to sleep. Or at least, those who didn’t want to spend most of their night outside, enjoying some music and some happy conversations. You were too tired to join them though.

“Move over then, or I’ll have to crush you,” Ben joked, finally turning towards you and waiting for you to lie on your side so he would have enough space next to you.

You both tried to get comfortable, it was quite difficult in the tiny space of the single bed.

“You’ll lose any part of you that touches me during the night by the way,” you joked in a half-threatening tone.

“Alright, but then I’ll push you off the bed if you start snoring.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You do. Trust me, you do.”

You both chuckled, but didn’t manage to get comfortable for a while. He winced when your cold feet collided with his.

“How come your toes are so cold! How have they not fallen off yet?” he complained, making you roll your eyes.

But Ben stopped moving, and seemed to think for a second. He threw a glance at the pile of blankets on the empty mattress, before turning to you again.

“Would you prefer not to share the blankets? We have some extra ones. You can keep these two, and I can lie on top of them and get some for myself.”

You considered his offer, but shook your head.

“It doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. You?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“If you steal all the blankets though, I will leave your body to be devoured by vultures.”

“Always so violent, Y/N…”

But he was chuckling, finally settling in a comfortable position. He was on the edge of the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind. A hand under the pillow, he was lying on his side, facing you. You could see his body finally relaxing, and he heaved a satisfied sigh.

“That feels nice,” he smiled. “I have to admit… it was a tiring day. My legs are very sore.”

“I thought you weren’t in pain. I thought you loved climbing.”

“Shut it.”

It was your time to chuckle as you eventually settled down. You didn’t notice that your position matched Ben’s. Hand under the pillow, facing him…

Only when you rested your cheek against the soft cotton did you notice that Ben and you were face to face, so close…

So close… close enough for you to fall in his eyes immediately, irises so dark they seemed the same colour as his pupils. You could feel his breath brushing your lips, the air leaving your lungs mingling in the small space between your faces. Only a few centimetres separated your bodies, you were so close that you couldn’t lay your hand flat on the mattress across the space between your bodies. Instead, your hand was partially closed, and when Ben moved his fingers a little, his knuckles brushed against yours. You didn’t move, but stopped breathing, still lost in his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, and you noticed how his breathing quickened, how he retrieved his fingers instantly, the touch disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. You stared for a few more seconds in silence.

But then it was back. Feathery, and hesitant. The touch of his knuckles against yours, brushing his skin against yours. Warm. Delicate. Slow, as if asking for permission. You didn’t move, and so he didn’t stop.

When he extended his fingers a little more, you opened your hand as well, slowly, as if to invite him in. To invite him to hold your hand in his. And he almost did, moving his fingers around yours. He was about to close them when he paused.

“Maybe I should… turn around. Would that make it… easier?”

Make it easier?

For you to fall asleep? Or for the two of you to act like this wasn’t happening? Like your heart wasn’t pounding, like his breathing wasn’t a mess, like your skin wasn’t on fire, like he didn’t have butterflies all over his stomach, like you didn’t want to close the gap between your bodies and finally run your fingers through his hair, like he didn’t want to lean in and finally kiss you and hold your face in his hands to keep you close…

Would that make it easier if he turned away?

“I don’t know. I’m not sure you should,” you answered in a whisper.

You moved your fingers against his, as if you encouraged him to imprison your hand in his. And he did start to bend his knuckles, to close the trap of his warm skin around yours…

…and then the lights went off.

You had been accustomed to the light, and in this new darkness you couldn’t see a thing. You felt Ben’s movement stop, as he was surprised as well by the sudden blindness.

And somehow, the spell was broken.

You pulled your hand away and turned around as quickly as you could, your back now facing him. You closed your eyes tightly. You tried to calm down…

“Good night, Ben,” you let out in a breath.

He blinked a few times, trying to get accustomed to the night. There was a little bit of light in the room, from the stars outside and the sign indicating the emergency exits. They were enough for him to see your shape after a few seconds. He stared at the form of your shoulders, opened his mouth to respond, to argue…

He lifted his hand slowly, bringing his palm closer to your back. He stopped millimetres away from your shoulder blade, hand open and ready to rest gently on your t-shirt. But he didn’t close the gap. He didn’t touch you. He kept his fingers there, still in mid-air, still close enough to feel the heat escaping your body and warming the world around you. But he didn’t close the gap, he closed his fist instead as he let his hand fall by his side.

He clenched his jaw, shut his eyes tightly for a few seconds. He wanted to call your name…

He didn’t.

“Good night, Y/N.”

You felt the bed caving under his weight as he turned around as well. You waited until he had stopped shifting his weight around to let out the breath you had been holding. You were grateful he couldn’t see the tear that rolled down your cheek.

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Hickeys— Romantic #1

In which: Max gives Nick a hickey and he has to try and hide it from his brothers (spoiler alert: they see it)

Idk why I’m counting I’m only writing about Nick but it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️

Like I said, I’m not writing smut so it’s nothing like that!!

Cheers to my first fic on here being done??

Also I feel like Max is such a common name in these Nick fics but I can’t think of any other name so oh well. It’ll probably be a different name each fix ngl. Also I imagine Max looking like the guy on the right. (Which is Trevor from shameless)

Also the aesthetic in the pic is weird my bad!!

Max pulled away from Nick’s neck and looked at him with a heartwarming smile. He brushes some of his blonde hair behind his ear, taking a moment to admire the softness in his hair.

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I tell you that enough.” Max says.

“You don’t have to compliment me all the time!” Nick replies, rolling his eyes playfully, resting onto the headboard on his bed.

“Yes I do. I want you to know I love you. Also you compliment me like everyday so I just HAVE to do the same thing!” The brunette claims.

“There’s other ways to show that you love me. You don’t have to say something about my hair and eyes everyday.” He reassured.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Max inquired.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with me, maybe just doing something small.” Nick smiled. “We can just lay here all day and watch movies and I’d be happy.”

“Really? You don’t want me to take you out to fancy dinners or anything?” He wondered.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind going out. But I don’t expect you to take me out to dinner for a date every time. Just staying in bed with you is good enough for me.” The blonde responded, laying down in his bed. “But, if you want to go out, we can. I can’t make all the decisions.”

“I think I’m good for right now. It’s too early to get up anyways.” Max said, falling next to Nick.

They look at each other and smile for a moment, Max’s eyes trailing down to Nick’s neck. Immediately propping himself up with his elbow.

“Oh shit…” He muttered.

“What?” Nick asked, his smile slowly fading.

Max didn’t respond, only softly rubbing his fingers along the other’s neck. Nick sighs and grabs his phone, turning on his camera and looking at his neck. His jaw dropped. Purple spots, that almost looked like bruises, were along his neck. It wasn’t dark, and there wasn’t that many, but it was definitely noticeable.

“I’m sorry, Nick.” Max apologized, sitting back.

“It’s fine! I’ll just find something to cover it up with! The only problem is that Matt of Chris would never leave me alone about this if they saw it.” Nick replied, throwing his legs over his bed and getting up.

He walks to his bathroom, Max not too far behind. “Madi left some makeup here last time she was over, we can use some of that.”

“Does she just leave makeup here?” Max asked.

“Yeah, unexpected sleepovers happen way to often.” Nick shrugged, opening one of the drawers and pulling makeup out. “You’re good at art, right?”

“Yeah, painting! Not makeup!” The curly haired boy exclaimed.

“It’s pretty much the same thing, you know more than me.” He said.

“Okay, we’ll yellow cancels out purple.” Max muttered, finding a yellowish liquid makeup and pouring it onto a sponge and gently dabbing it onto the purple marks.

“Okay, now we just need to find some makeup close to your shade…” He trailed off, looking through the makeup and finding a light concealer. He places some onto his finger and onto one of the spots, a little lighter but it wouldn’t be extremely noticeable. “This shade works! Now I just need to blend it out and we should be good!”

“Hell yeah!” Nick cheers, trying to stay still so Max can finish. “Wait, how long until the hickeys will be gone?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know! Just keep doing this until it’s not noticeable?” Max suggested.

“Ehh, good enough for me. I don’t feel like googling that right now.” The blonde shrugged.

A little later, they continued laying in bed until Max’s phone went off. “Shit, I have to go. My little sister is getting into some crazy ass shit.”

“What does that mean anymore?” Nick asked, laughing a bit.

“I mean, she sent the code word in all caps. She doesn’t just send that for no reason. I’ll fill you in on everything once I find out what dumbass shit she’s gotten into this time.” Max smiles, giving a quick kiss to Nick. “And I’ll be sure to go easier on your neck, it’s clear that it’s sensitive.” He teased.

“Ha-ha!” Nick yelled sarcastically.

After Max left, Nick decided to go to the kitchen to see what his brothers are up to, he’s been hanging out with Max since last night and hadn’t really talked to them because of that. He walks out his room and just as he suspected, they were both in the kitchen on their phones.

“Oh hey, you’re boy toy finally left.” Chris comments.

“Okay, don’t call him that.” Nick says.

“Well, what did you guys do all last night?” Matt teases.

“We stayed up all night watching Tim Burton movies. You guys are weird.” The blonde replied, getting a Little Debbie snack out the cupboard.

“Mhmmm, sure.” Chris added.

“What it with you guys? You both always act weird after Max leaves.” Nick raised a brow.

“It’s nothing! You just seem kinda flustered.” He replied.

“Now what does that mean?” The eldest triplet asked, taking a bite out of the sweet treat he held.

Matt and Chris glance at each other for a moment. Matt tilts his head a bit, staring at Nick’s neck. “You got something on your neck.”

“What? I do?” Nick asked, gently rubbing around his neck.

“Yeah, you do. What is that?” He responds, getting up to look at it.

“It’s probably nothing, I’ll get it off.” The blonde claims, about to walk away before Chris bursts out in laughter.

“Wait! Is that what I think it is?” Chris asked.

“WHAT?! What is it?” Nick wondered.

“No way, it is! I didn’t know you and Max were fucking!” He exclaimed.

“WHAT?” The boy shouted. “No, no, no, no, no! We are NOT doing all that!”

“Then why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Matt questioned.

“I don’t know! We were just kissing! We didn’t have sex and even if we did, it would be none of your business.” Nick stated.

“You covered the rest with Madi’s makeup didn’t you?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” The blonde admitted.

“Oh HE did.” Chris added.

“Yeah, he’s good at art and stuff so I thought he’d be better at covering it up.” Nick explained.

“He obviously missed a spot.” Matt said.

“Thanks, I’m aware.” The blonde sassed back. “It’s just some hickeys, it’s not a big deal.”

“Nobody is making it a big deal.” The middle triplet shrugged.

“Yeah, I mean, good for you dude.” Chris commented.

“Yeahhhh.” Nick awkwardly nodded. “Well, I’m wiping this makeup off my neck, it feels weird.”

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thinking about the way when i interact with fellow aussies on here I see so much disappointment about how they didn't come here on their last tour. how sydney 5sos fans are a different brand of human i'm not really sure how to describe (we all freaked out when we went to the same concert lauren was at for example). thinking about how the australian leg of take my hand tour felt like it was almost its own thing, sandwiched between the gap after the bulk of the tour before it and that short gap before they announced the most recent tour after it--almost as if it was meant to bridge both of those tours. how they played in newcastle and on the gold coast and it wasn't quite cairns or coffs but it was a bit more than your state capitals headline tour. how, with the exception of the big four, we often don't realise how small our cities are on a global scale. there are only 27 million of us on this desert island.

thinking about how they wrote easy for you to say and had to perform it on tour six months before its actual release, it was so important to this setlist, to the vibe, and how it's about nostalgia and missing sydney and they finished the tour in sydney and it makes me wonder, i can kind of guess when the song means the same thing to me, how much it hurts to be able to perform here and yet not be able to stay for longer than a holiday. and yet they do do that for us, put on shows about as regularly as any other artist does. even if they didn't play splendour in the grass. or falls festival. even if it's been four years since fire fight australia, it was only months ago sierra was promoting beyond blue as a charity to donate to. friends of friends did some fundraiser for a youth centre in blacktown: maybe I have to look to see it, but I can see the impact they've left.

and then I see how happy they all seem to look when they've gotten a chance to hang out in australia. ashton covering songs in the heat. calum obviously having a blast. luke dropping sydney pics that were assumedly from before it got really hot, looking carefree, a familiar skyline and familiar urban graffiti. the way when michael arrived in perth for the first time after lockdown he simply had to tell us all right away. and i've always kind of seen them coming back here for good? heck, joel madden even assumed right on his podcast some of them might have already. the way ashton doesn't have a dog in the states, and how i've always seen him with an aussie. the way luke integrates seamlessly into the life and culture of the inner west area; and calum carries blue mountains vibes with him wherever he goes, as michael does with the sydney pop punk scene. we know brandy and sierra at least love australia--i was actually fangirling about sierra in their comments with the veronicas just the other day (bless them for deciding my comment was something that needed to replying to). while crystal does have a massive group of usamerican friends and family I can see her enjoying the vegan places in melbourne and brisbane (they're coming to sydney too. the inner west and parts of the north side are almost there) and maybe being a little more hopeful about politics. I can also see it being a really healthy place to raise lua.

maybe it's the hopefulness of an urban designer who sees the impact of art and culture and having people around who create for a living on our cities, but maybe I see myself in 20 years bringing my kids to see them play and being able to tell the story of a series of songs (red desert, efyts, whatever is next in the theme in the works for 5sos6 as well as the solo stuff like a lot of wfttwtaf and boy) and how they figured out what we all have to, how to find and create a place that's home to you--because it's actually a pretty likely event. and i love seeing the evolution from the 'let's get out' / 'worked every weekend just to get out of town' vibe of self titled and sgfg to now. I really do want them all to feel like they can relax now after so many years of working and depriving themselves of the love that comes from belonging (I do feel like we've heard more about it from luke and ash specifically) and I also get the subtle vibes of where that might happen. and how much it might hurt when they don't get to have that. what did they do for aussies? gave us hope that we could make it, in whatever we want to do and whatever success means for us. maybe it's just me though. for now. maybe i've got the expectations of someone who grew up unable to afford things like concerts mixed with the anticipation for this june. I hope i'm not projecting, but also, the empathy I feel when I see myself in someone is usually spot on.

so idk. one day i'm gonna design some really classy public housing made to unfuck the status quo and i'm gonna raise money to build it and sierra will write a song and say she's doing a donation to this charity in australia doing things about homelessness and the class divide and it's gonna help me fund it. that's just one option of something i can see going down that's not completely unrealistic if very very optimistic but it's how i live my life. but i'll go to a 5sos concert eventually. i'll play their songs i've arranged with an orchestra one day too and we'll do it impressively, noticeably. i don't really know what else i'm supposed to expect? I know my experience is worlds away from many people's. but these guys inspire me to create and I don't really need anything else to do that.

#will add that i think if they were to move back here it would be something that would require work to be better than as kids #because it was never perfect for them to begin with and we do all deserve better than to pick the less uncomfortable uncomfortable option #fr though sierra + the australian music industry is just #like i really feel like she's at home there. more so than 5sos even #australia #5sos5 city #what am i talking about #i feel like it's just my experience really #official efyts post #nfattne tour brisbane #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #sierra deaton #almondmilkhunni #crystal leigh

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mythrae · 7 months

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Invisible String

Part One: Time, Curious Time

Summary: Divya is surprised to see Dammon at the tiefling party, he’s surprised she’s even speaking to her at all. And they're both surprised they have feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), things get a bit frisky, slight blood mention, otherwise just fluffy (Dammon understands consent!)

Author’s Notes:

Divya (pronounced Dih-vee-yah) is a Zariel tiefling monk. She’s also pictured below until I can find a better pic of them together.

The work title is based on the Chinese legend of the Red Thread of Fate, that there is an invisible red cord around the finger of those that are destined to meet one another, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. The magical cord may stretch or tangle, but cannot break.

Thought it was interesting how we interact with Dammon in all three acts of BG3, almost as if it was fate that brought us together 👀 so enjoy. This man needs some lovin’ and I’m gonna give it to him whether you like it or not!

Read it here on ao3 :)

“Looks like you’ve saved us once again, our noble hero.”

Dammon raised a chalice from his place at the campfire, cheering to Divya and her party on a job well done. It was no easy feat infiltrating to goblin camp and taking down its leaders, but with the fearless tiefling monk as their figurehead, anything was possible.

To celebrate their triumphant success, Zevlor had wanted to throw a proper party back at their camp, and invited all the tiefling refugees to join in on the fun. They knew there was still trouble ahead as they made the dangerous trek to Baldur’s Gate. But for now, they drank, they danced, they reveled in their own company.

They’re anticipated darker days ahead once they left the grove. But for the first time in a long time, the tieflings felt a sense of peace.

“I know I would have loved to see you take those goblins down.” He continued, “especially only using your fists. It’s remarkable what you can do without a weapon, you know.”

“Ah, thank you, Dammon.” She replied, taking a seat in the spot next to him, leaning back against the boulder behind her. “Hopefully things stay quiet for now, though, and we don’t have to battle any more goblins off. I’ve had enough adventure to tire me out for a lifetime.”

“Agreed.” He said, swiveling his red wine in his hand before taking a languid sip.

Divya looked out at the rest of the party-goers. Rolan was showing a few new tricks to Cal and Lia, Alfira was performing her newest song in dedication to Lihara, and she spied Lakrissa getting a little friendly with one of her own party members. There were a few that chose to simply watch, but everyone was smiling, happy for the first time in a long time.

“Seems most everyone’s having themselves a good time tonight. Are you?” She turned to face Dammon, his gaze watching the flames flicker in the air.

He grinned. “Hm, well now I am.”

In that moment, she thanked the Gods it was dark enough that he couldn't see her blush.

“Y’know, I’m not really one to attend gatherings like this.” He continued. “I usually like to keep to myself, if you couldn’t tell. But, well…”

He didn’t even think he’d get the chance to speak to her tonight. With how popular she had become amongst the tieflings in the grove, there wasn’t anybody who didn’t want to speak to her, to sing her praises, for giving them a second chance at life after the fall of Elturel.

Yet, here she was, sitting next to him by the fire, a smile creeping across her face as she pulled her chalice away from her lips. Full, plump, a deep maroon…

Dammon couldn’t help but wonder what her lips tasted like.

“… I wanted to see you again, before we left for Baldur’s Gate.” He finished, his eyes still gazing into the fire.

“Oh, really? And why’s that?” She playfully nudged him with her shoulder.

Though he tried to play it cool, he was burning redder than all of the Nine Hells combined.

“I’ll just... miss seeing you around the grove.” He confessed, “You have a face that few could forget.”

She chucked a bit to herself, “Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

She had definitely drank a little more than her usual fill of wine tonight, giving her some more confidence than she usually had. Plus, she knew he hadn’t seen her in her usual camp attire, which was a bit more revealing than what she usually wore. Seeing the way his eyes gazed upon her form made her want to be more bold, more forward with him. There were many things she wanted to say to the infernal mechanic right now, but she knew if her tongue slipped too much, she’d regret them in the morning.

She sensed Dammon move a bit closer to her, his fingers accidentally brushing against her hand.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that…”

“Don’t be.”

She took his hand in her own, gently rubbing his worn, dry knuckles with the soft pad of her thumb.

“I don’t mind it a bit.”

For a moment, Divya and Dammon locked eyes. His piercing blue gaze, glowing with Hellfire, felt as if it was cutting right through her skin, staring deep into her soul. The warmth in his smile made her heart nearly jump out of her chest — if she didn’t calm down, she just might burst. It felt weirdly intimate, for him to look at her this way. Like they were soulmates who had fallen in love ages ago, raised a family together, and intended to spend the rest of their days as each other’s lover, no matter where life took them.

Something about him felt… right.

But the moment was over as quickly as it started.

“Oi, Div!” She heard her fiery tiefling friend shout, startling them both, “You two should kiss!”

Divya’s hand moved from Dammon’s as her eyes darted over the roaring campfire. Above the flickering flames, she saw Karlach, joined at her tent by Wyll and Astarion. They were watching quite attentively, waiting to see who would make the first move.

“Gods above…” she muttered, her tail twitching in embarrassment. “Have you been watching us this whole time?”

“We’ve been watching for long enough,” Astarion chimes in. “But we want to see some action, darling! Put on a show for us!”

Chucking a bit, Dammon played along with the pale elf. “Hey now, we can’t get too hot and heavy out in the open, or else Karlach’s engine might explode!”

Gods, help me...

“Please excuse my companions here,” Wyll calls out, placing his hands on Astarion’s shoulders. “They’ve had a few too many tonight. I think it’s time to get them some rest.”

“What are you talking about?” Astarion retorted, shrugging off the warlock’s touch, “I haven’t even had anything to drink yet!”

Dammon laughed as he sipped the last few drops of his wine. “They seem like a wild lot.”

“You don’t even want to know the half of it.”

He looked up at the twinkling night sky, the full moon rising higher and higher above camp. “Seems it is getting a bit late, though.”

“Sad, isn’t it? We haven’t had a single moment to ourselves.” She tutted, taking another sip from her chalice.

“Well, I’m happy to share any moment with you.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“Well…” she hesitated, realizing what she was about to ask him before actually saying it aloud. It had been a long time since she had been with anyone, in that sort of sense. Especially since Elturel had fallen, and her whole life got turned upside down.

But the way Dammon looked at her — Gods, the way she felt herself melt under his gaze — made her feel excited, anxious, and lustful, all at once.

“… if you’d like, you can come back to my tent later, once things have settled down a bit.”

She couldn’t take the words back know, she just had to hope that he was feeling the same way about her.

“I’d love to.” He says, giving her a wink before standing up. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

***

Divya was usually calm and collected while in battle. Escaping the Nautiloud? Easy. Fighting off hoards of goblins? Not a problem.

But right now, for the first time in a long time, she was anxious.

When was the last time she shared a bed with another? Sure, she’s had a few partners that got so lucky, but she had known these people more than a tenday. Sure, she felt close to the handsome tiefling, but there was so much she didn't know about him. What if he tried to slit her throat in the middle of the night?

She was already feeling nervous about him visiting her tent tonight. But she was also worried about him not showing up at all.

Rejection from anyone feels awful. She's dealt with it, she's also given it. Hells, she had to reject Gale's advances just the other day. But a rejection from Dammon would hurt worse than getting a stake jabbed through her heart.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait long. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she heard the rustle of grass further out in the trees, then the light tapping of footsteps in the dirt of their camp. Soft, as if not to disturb the others. The sounds came closer and closer to her tent, until she saw a familiar shape standing at the entrance.

“Div?” Dammon whispered, “Are you awake?”

She opened the flap to her tent, her nerves rising as she saw him actually coming to see her. He has changed from his apron into a much more comfortable shirt and pair of trousers, which clung to his body in all the right places. He wasn’t even wearing his green scarf, her cheeks warm from seeing his chest peeking through the neckline of his shirt…

“Dammon!” She said softly, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. “I’m surprised you actually came.”

“And miss out on seeing your beautiful face again?” He replied, dipping his head into the entrance of the tent as he sat across from her. “Not a chance.”

“Beautiful?” She nearly laughed out loud, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful after defeating an entire goblin camp before.”

“I s’pose there’s a first time for everything.” He smiled, reaching and cupping her face with his hands. His hands were rough, cracked from years spent working in the forge, but his touch was delicate, soft, like he didn’t want to break her.

Holding Divya’s face so close to his own, Dammon never noticed how many freckles she had, sprinkled across her cheeks like the stars above. He saw her spots where her skin lost its pigmentation, no doubt a bit of an insecurity of hers. Her septum piercing, one that he didn't see too often among other tieflings. And her eyes, that didn’t have the same Hellfire glow that many of their had, but glowed in their own way…

All of it made her who she is. And he thought everything about her was beautiful.

When he kissed her for the first time, he was gentle, careful, as if he could make her fall to pieces if he did too much, too soon. Her lips tasted like the wine she was sipping on through the night — red, rich, with a just hint of sweetness.

Absolutely delicious.

When she kissed him back, he craved her more, wanting to get drunk off her lips alone. Caution was thrown to the wayside as their kiss went deeper and deeper, as one of his hands moved to the nape of her neck and the other at her waist. Gods, the way the soft skin of her body felt under his touch nearly made him melt. It tugged at his loins so greatly, he was almost ready to burst.

Divya pulled on Dammon’s shirt collar, as if begging him to give her more. He obliged, shifting their bodies so she laid on her back and he was mounted over her. He broke the kiss to plant extra pecks along her jawline, her neck, until he bit her — hard, hearing her yelp in delight.

“Nine Hells, I could listen to that sound all day.”

His hot, wet tongue lapped at the broken skin, cleaning up the little drops of blood seeping from her wound.

“That is, as long as I’m the one making you sound like that.”

He moved up to kiss her lips once more, his hunger growing by the moment. She could sense his hands setting themselves at her waist as his lower body pressed into hers. Her breath hitched as she felt that his desire had grown for her, rather large and intimidating. One of his hands slid itself under her top, fondling the swell of her breast…

Stop, her mind interrupted her train of thought, her eyes going wide with panic, you’re not ready for this yet.

As much as her body had told her to give herself to him tonight, her mind was begging her to slow things down.

It wasn’t that she had a bad feeling about the infernal mechanic on top of her, not at all. But in her heart, she wasn't ready for this kind of divine intimacy, for their two bodies to quite literally become one. With him, she wanted to take her time.

She had real feelings for him. And over time, as long as they stayed alive, she wanted something real between them.

“Ah, Dammon…” she breaks their kiss, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can we… can we take this a bit slower, please?” She turned away from him, feeling embarrassed for interrupting him so quickly, “I’m, ah...”

“Are you okay?”

Her head spun back to look at his face, eyes glowing like baby blue stars in the midnight sky.

Fuck, he’s so handsome.

“I’m okay, promise. I just might… not be ready for all this right now.”

In the past, if she told someone she wasn’t ready to spend a night like that with them, they would usually get angry with her, sometimes even storming away like a child throwing a tantrum. It was something she was used to by now, with long term partners and late night trysts alike.

But Dammon? He was different.

“I understand, trust me.” He replied, shifting his weight back to give her some space to breathe. “Do you… want me to stay with you?”

She sat up in her bedroll, reaching to hold his hands in her own. “I do, please. I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

“Oh, it’ll be sooner than you know it, I’m sure.” He smiled, kissing the back of each of her hands.

“I hope so,” she sighed. “Um, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can… can you just hold me?” she asked sheepishly.

“Your wish is my command.”

Divya shifted in her bedroll, giving Dammon space to lie on his back. As he settled himself on the wool blanket, she rolled to her side, resting her head on his strong, sturdy chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling the two of them close together, keeping them warm as a cool breeze blew through their camp.

“Mmm, this feels nice,” she whispered.

“Haven’t had a good night’s rest in a while?”

“Oh, are you kidding? With this bunch? Definitely not!”

She shared with him stories of their journey so far — infiltrating a dungeon of massive spiders, meeting a devil (hells, multiple devils, actually), running into a bugbear rutting an ogre, and even taking down a hag in her own lair.

“We also met this mummy in a crypt named Withers who stays with us in camp,” she continued, “and I think he actually might be a God!”

“You don’t say?” He replied, nearly in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve got quite the party to share your travels with.”

“They sure are… different, but they’re great companions.” She concluded. “Say, have you done a lot of adventuring? At least, before Elturel fell.”

“Can’t say I have, honestly.” He answered. “I’ve spent most of my years working in the forge, getting better and better at my craft.”

“And it’s definitely paid off,” she said, “My colleagues have enjoyed using the weapons you’ve made for us.”

“Really? Well, that’s a surprise, considering the state of my shop.”

“Didn’t you mention having to work with wooden tools?”

“Yes, Gods yes! I don’t know what those damned druid’s were thinking.”

Dammon shared how he had to scavenge for metal, pilfering through the corpses of dead goblins to bring to his little forge. How the forge couldn’t get as hot as he wanted it to be, so he worried that the quality of his weapons he made had declined. And how the elderly human across the way, Auntie Ethel, had made odd passes at him and offered to give him as much metal he would ever want — until one day, she vanished, never stepping foot back in the grove.

As he drabbled on about his time in the grove, he realized that the female tiefling had fallen silent. Turning his head, he saw she was fast asleep in his arms.

Beautiful, even as she sleeps.

“Sleep well, Divya.” He whispers, his lips brushing the tip of her nose as he kissed her one last time before he dozed off.

***

Dammon woke up before the sun has crept over the horizon. As he slowly gained consciousness, he realized that in the night, the two had shifted positions — her back was pressed into his chest, his arm wrapped around her, fingers intertwined. Looking down, he also noticed the tips of their tails were wrapped together.

Carefully, he sat up in the tent, observing Divya as she slept soundly in her bedroll. He watched how her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, the curl of her lashes as they rested perfectly on the top of her cheeks, the way her lips were slightly parted while she slept, how she laid her hand to support her head, even with a pillow underneath…

He wasn't lying to himself when he thought that every part of her was beautiful.

He moved a stray hair from her face, planting a gentle kiss on her temple. She stirred lightly, and Dammon thought up a quick prayer to the Gods above that she wouldn’t wake up in that moment.

"Mmm... Dammon..." she mumbled, a soft smile crossing her face.

In that moment, he could feel her pulling at his heartstrings.

Hells, he didn’t want to leave her, not yet. But Zevlor insisted that the refugees begin their trek Baldur’s Gate as soon as dawn broke. If he didn't make it to the caravan in time, he would get at best an earful from their leader. At worst... he didn't even want to fathom.

But what if this was the last moment he would ever spend with Divya at his side? What if the tieflings didn't make it to the city? What if she was killed before he got to see her again?

I have to fight on, he thought. If not for my future, then for her to be a part of it. And just hope she does the same for me.

He leaned in one last time, pressing a goodbye kiss to her cheek. He wanted to savor this moment, for he didn’t know when he would see her again

"See ya soon, Div."

In the dewy morning fog, Dammon left the party’s campsite and began his journey to Baldur's Gate, to his new start at life. And he hoped that some day, Divya could share it with him.

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yisony07 · 10 months

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Masked Anniversary Live

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

As the sun went down, with the last of its rays illuminating Chris's white skin with a golden hue, a sigh escaped from his pink and somewhat meaty lips while a couple of beads of sweat ran down the nape of his neck from his blonde hair. Sighing, he brought the microphone closer. He tapped the table with his fingers as he kept his eyes narrowed, fixed on the screen. With his other hand he moved the computer mouse slowly and precisely, as if the slightest mistake would cause a catastrophe.

"And… done!" he exclaimed when he finished, he sighed and wiped the sweat with a blue towel that rested on his lap. He looked down at the ground for an instant, for near his feet was a box, which he did not wish to damage. When he was sure nothing had happened to it, he turned to the screen. "I think it turned out very well, what do you think?" he asked.

Chris was in the middle of his usual stream as an influencer and nsfw artist when he set out to do a drawing. That day was his anniversary, and Chris had planned to give his husband a comic of their best moments that he had been drawing for weeks, and it was at that moment that he finished the last details. Both he and his audience had a drawing of Chris and his husband, Mark, embracing and kissing on the screen, with the phrase "Happy Anniversary" accompanied by flowers.

Users, all adults, congratulated Chris or gave positive comments regarding his work; Chris thanked blushing while he read the messages in the chat and talked. Then he turned on the printer to print the comic pages.

"I would have liked to accompany it with something more romantic, you know?" Chris began to speak as the pages turned up. "We've been around for a few years and it's been good, but I feel like… something is missing…don't get me wrong! We love each other very much, I just want to feel that warmth of your closeness… I'd like to show you, let you see how we are more or less, but it won't be possible..."

Chris was reading people's messages showing their point of view or asking questions about his life as a couple that Chris answered. He realized the time when the printer finished its job, so he warned that they would be the last messages he would read and respond to while preparing the comic. Almost instantly a particular message came up that caught his attention.

Anonym0506: Did you get the gift I sent you? It'll for sure be useful for you when you're together.

"Wow, Anonym0506, was that you?" he asked in astonishment as he pulled the box under the table. "Thank you so much for taking the time to send me something, let's open it up!" Almost with the enthusiasm of a boy, he tore open the box, sorted through and undid the wrappings until he found the object: a curious mask.

"Whoa…" Chris murmured. He wasn't that surprised, he really expected something more impressive, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful either, so he did his best to sound honest. "A nice wooden mask." Chris moved the mask closer to the camera so the audience could see it. "I've never seen anything like it, do I look original?" he asked, aligning the mask with his head. From behind the material looked attractive, well preserved despite the years. Little by little, Chris brought it closer to his face until, just inches from his skin, Chris felt the mask, inert, inanimate, sucking in his skin. Due to the shock, Chris immediately pushed the mask away, his eyes were wide and his breathing was ragged, as if he had just run a marathon.

"What the hell, Anonym… What kind of item did you bring me?! Do you want to kill me?!" he asked, almost hysterical, leaving the mask on the desk. "He sucked my face out of nowhere!" he exclaimed as he calmed his breathing. People were freaking out, some thinking he was playing and others taking it seriously. Thinking about it though, Chris realized that it wasn't just his face that had fallen victim to the mask. "How…? Why?" he wondered as he ran a hand over his bulge, slightly stiffened. At that moment, he read the message from Anonym0506:

This is how it works, Chris, you have to let it happen, and please stand back a bit, so we can get a full, good look at you. You're gonna love it. 🔥

Chris hesitated for a moment. The sun was on the horizon, the sky was tinged with purple and Chris's skin looked more natural, with the same amount of sweat running down his body. His blue eyes fixed on his mask, which emitted a subtle glow, as if it were calling out to him.

Chris was conflicted. He decided to take pages and staple them together, although his eyes never stopped looking at the inner side of the mask, which from time to time emitted that greenish glow. There was something strange, like a magical touch that invited adventure, on the verge of living new and exciting experiences, but at the same time the fear of the unknown, of making the wrong decision and falling into the clutches of darkness. Despite that, he sighed and chose to trust his subscriber. He finished with the comic and put it aside.

"Okay, people, I'll try it on. If something bad happens… I loved you all (and you know who to blame, hehe), and treat my husband well…". With his manly hands Chris took the mask and took one last look at it. It had emitted that glow again, but unlike the other times, the glow was reflected in his skin and in his blue eyes, which were tinted with luminous green for a very brief moment that went unnoticed by almost everyone. Chris sighed and placed it on his face.

Contact with his skin activated the mask, and it pressed its edges against the contour of his face as it leapt and sucked at his face, moving, changing its texture, adjusting its orifices before colliding with his face again. Chris screamed and tried to remove it, it had been a mistake! He placed his fingers on the edge of it to see if he could peel the mask off of himself. He couldn't help but moan, the mask moving from side to side, forcing Chris's head to spin from side to side as well. His attempts were in vain, the mask conquered more and more ground than the skin of his head. Green bolts shot out of the mask and moved across his body, and Chris's moans grew higher. Chris tried to get up, but he couldn't, as if his butt was glued to the seat. He took hold of the mask once more and he began to pull on it. The mask was moving away from him, but it was still clinging tightly to his head with its tentacles on the edges of it. As Chris's strength faltered, the mask collided hard with his face.

"Fuck… Ah… Aaah… Mphmfph…." It was what could come out of his lips. He couldn't ask for help, though… Did he want help? It was starting to feel so good, he felt like an idiot for wanting to take it off in the first place. He didn't know if it was the mask, but his hands moved to his shirt, he undid the top buttons, revealing his pecs to the public, and massaged his nipples. Lacking any opposition or any form of resistance, it reached out to cover his entire head, merging into the back of Chris's head. The holes in the mask had become an extension of his features, and Chris gave another cry of pleasure.

His hands moved all over his own body, especially his hardened bulge from which pre-cum dripped. He moaned and moaned like an animal in heat. He even took off his shirt completely, exposing his hunky body.

"Fuck… Mark… Mark… Holy God!!" He was yelling while he rubbed and rubbed. Users commented excitedly on posts showing how horny they were because of the show, especially when Chris brought his covered head up to the camera. Anonym0506 was ecstatic, like a dream come true. Chris didn't care, he didn't pay attention to them, only the pleasure that the mask imbued on him was what occupied his mind and body, but before he could cum, his body along with the chair began to spin in a green tornado for the whole room. The users were impressed and dazzled, expectant of what would happen.

Mark closed the door of the house. He stood with his shoulders slumped and a defeated face as he carried a pink and brown box that he carried carefully. Not seeing his husband around, Mark assumed that he was in his study and headed there. As he got closer, the sound of strong gusts of wind became more and more audible to his ears. Curious and surprised, Mark reached the door, as he could, he held the box with one of his hands and opened the door, just to see how a tornado spin until it stopped in an instant in front of the screen, revealing a portentous and imposing figure, bare chested, openly displaying those gigantic bodybuilder muscles, worthy of worshiping, and a green face that was on top of his head like a second skin that was fused together. That attractive body and that sexy face that stared at him and gave him a smile that caused Mark to stain his pants with pre-cum as soon as he saw it.

"I'm burning hot, baby!" the figure yelled, and that low, sensual voice made Mark tremble and begin to drool, he was petrified by what he saw. Mark.exe had stopped working with that tremendous input.

"C-chris?" he stammered, doing his best to stay on his feet and hold onto the box he was carrying. "H-happy anniversary… I-I brought you your f-f-favourite…dessert."

"Did the mouse get your tongue, honey?!" said Masked Chris pulling Mark into his huge arms in an instant (the box flew out of Mark's arms, but magically landed gracefully and unscathed on the desk, right next to the comic) and placed it on his own lap; Mark could feel the huge bulge brushing against his legs and cheeks.

Chris pressed his lips to Mark's, kissing him hard, passionately, as if Chris needed it as much as breathing, while he linked Mark's body with his arms. Mark responded blindly, his mind clouded by the delicious sensations that ran through his body. The chair was moved to a position in which the camera could capture the scene, the sensual, passionate, wild kisses being the center of its focus.

In a fit of pleasure, Chris smiled and ripped Mark's shirt, at which point Mark realized that his kissing scene was being streamed. As if a bucket of cold water had been dropped on him, he groaned in shock and hid in Chris's body, his movement causing the chair to spin around and Chris's back was facing the camera.

"What's wrong, honey?! You weren't liking it? How about we improve the atmosphere?!"

Chris took the pieces of Mark's shirt and passed them around the room as if it were the frame of a screen, and instantly scented candles accompanied the light from the lamps, as well as some flowers and romantic decorations.

"So… better?" he asked with his bright smile.

"Y-yes, but…" Mark pointed to the computer screen. Chris's smile widened.

"My friends here pay me to entertain them with my talent," Chris said, turning the chair around again, which was extended to the size of a piece of furniture and reduced the back, although it kept its wheels and its texture. "Why don't we give them the show they deserve, my dear?"

Chris continued to kiss Mark, clutching his body to his own with his huge arms before ripping off Mark's pants, laying him on the seat, and laying on top of him.

The sight of his husband under him made Chris's heart nearly jump out of his chest. His tongue extended and he went to Mark's penis and gave it a blowjob. Mark moaned and moaned as his hands stroked Chris's hair. Before Mark could cum, Chris went to kiss him. Then Chris took off his owm pants, and Mark was able to admire his grown cock, Chris licking his lips in anticipation.

"It's b-bigger than usual… Do you think I c-can handle it?" Mark asked, intimidated by the size.

"Do what you can for me, okay?" Masked Chris replied with a smile that beamed.

Mark, hypnotized by his beauty and his love, moved to adopt a more comfortable position and thus take the glans. Chris placed his hands tenderly on Mark's head to guide his movements. He didn't know if it was because of the mask's powers, but Mark didn't find it uncomfortable to have the penis despite its size, so he sucked without a problem. The public only saw Mark covering Chris's penis while he moaned and changed his gestures to show how much pleasure he felt; the comments went wild, and donation messages popped up from time to time. Minutes later, Chris removed Mark from his penis and kissed him before laying him down again and inserting his cock, so Chris could see Mark's face while thrusting.

The couple moaned together, their hands entwined and from time to time Chris leaned in and they both kissed. Sweat broke out on their bodies and their body odors mixed with that of scented candles and the aroma of dessert. Along with their voices, the room screeched with the sound of the chair at Chris's movements. They were close, almost...

"Fuck… Chris… Almost there…" Mark moaned, admiring his masked husband.

"Just a little more… A-agh… F…Fuck!!"

Chris pulled his penis out of Mark, and they both cummed with such intensity that the chair went backwards and collided with the wall. Upon impact, the mask flew off Chris's head and landed on the desk, on the keyboard, ending the transmission. Chris, with his normal appearance and his normal body, was on top of Mark's body, spurts of their semen between them.

"That was… amazing" Mark gasped… "What was that?"

Without bothering to move his body, Chris and Mark talked about what had happened; Chris explained about the mask as he finished his gift. He looked at the screen and realized that the transmission had closed. After resting and cleaning up, the couple continued with their plans, enjoying dessert as they relived their best moments together with the comic. Later, both of them were cuddling in bed, ready to sleep.

"You know, maybe tomorrow you could try it yourself, what do you think?" Chris suggested upon seeing the mask.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow." They kissed before going to sleep.

-End-

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