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beskarandblasters · 7 months

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New York or Nowhere

Part four: Late Night Delivery

Bodega Owner!Joel Miller x F!Reader

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Chapter summary: You drop Ellie off back at the deli and go home to sleep off your hangover, having sex dreams about Joel during your nap. Later you call Joel up for a last minute delivery.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak au, age gap (Joel is in his early 50’s, Reader is somewhere in her twenties), mentions of a hangover, mentions of eating, pet names (sugar, angel, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, no use of y/n

You wake up the next morning with Ellie curled up next to you, a pounding headache and a soreness between your legs. You give Ellie a few scratches before you force yourself to get up and pee, rubbing your eyes and walking to the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror and realize you fell asleep in last night’s dress… again. Seems to be a new habit of yours lately. As you sit down on the toilet to pee you don’t feel any underwear to pull down which means you either lost them or… that little shit kept them; the more likely scenario.

Ellie follows you into the bathroom and does figure eights around your ankles as you sit on the toilet. It’s a shame she has to leave already. If anything, your little sleepover confirmed that you definitely need a cat. But alas, Ellie has to go home and you need more Pedialyte.

You turn on the shower and shed your dress, waiting for the water to heat up. Ellie jumps up and sits on the toilet seat lid with a plop as you get in, waiting patiently for you to be finished. And when you dry off and return to your room to get dressed, Ellie follows you, folding herself into a loaf at the foot of your bed. You pull on some sweats and a tank top before ushering her into her carrier, as hard as it is.

Your hangover is just as bad, if not worse, than the morning you went to Beldro’s. And this time you’re lugging a cat with you while the sun is blinding you and giving you an instant headache.

But once you’re under the familiar green awnings you take a deep breath, psyching yourself up to see Joel. It’s different now that the sexual tension has finally been broken, but even still you find yourself nervous to see him, for different reasons than before.

The bell attached to the door jingles as you step inside, eyes scanning the counter for Joel. And he’s there. Of course he’s there. You can hear his voice. But the counter is blocked by two men. As you get closer you recognize one of them from yesterday; a man named Bill. Ellie makes a noise in her carrier and the men turn around to look at you.

“You let someone take Cat?” The other man says, looking from you, to the carrier, and the back at Joel behind the counter.

“Uhh,” Joel starts but you speak first.

“Actually her name is Ellie,” you say, bending down to let her out.

“You name the cat and let a girl take it? You’re getting soft,” Bill says, shaking his hand.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, Joel says, waving them out, “Thanks again. See you later.”

Bill and the other man go to leave, waving goodbye to both of you before stepping back out onto the street. You turn your head back to the counter and now that they’re gone you see that the counter is covered in various types of produce. You open your mouth to ask a question but he cuts you off.

“That was Bill and Frank; my produce suppliers,” he says, figuring that was going to be your question.

“Ah, I see,” you say, handing him the carrier over the counter.

“She good for you last night?” he asks, setting it down on the floor.

“Of course she was.”

“And how are you feeling?” he asks, his usual smirk spreading across his face. His gaze trailing down to the low-cut tank top you have on.

“Good, just hungover.”

“You know where the Pedialyte is, sugar,” he says, gesturing to the aisle with a jerk of his head.

You smile and go to grab a bottle. When you head back to the counter with it he shakes his head and waves you off.

“And you know the drill by now, sweetheart.”

You nod. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime soon?” you ask, walking to leave and stopping at the door.

“You know where to find me. You know how to get a hold of me now,” he teases.

You roll your eyes and give him the middle finger before turning and leaving. Once you get back to your apartment you down your Pedialyte and crawl into bed, taking a nice afternoon nap.

You wake up feeling slightly more refreshed, only having slept just a couple hours or so. But you also woke up horny, having dreams of Joel taking you over the counter again. It leaves you already hoping your next “encounter” like that will happen again.

Now that you can look at your phone without a pounding headache, you scroll through your texts. Unsurprisingly, nothing from Jessica. She’ll definitely ignore you through the rest of the weekend until you see her at work on Monday. But there’s a few texts from Charlotte and Nathaniel. You should probably call them, at least one of them. But you’re too tired, resigning to send them both a vague text, just enough to confirm you’re okay.

Visions of last night flash in the back of your mind as you set your phone on your nightstand; not so much the fight with Jessica but Joel eating you out on his counter, making you cum over and over again. You shudder and feel a tingling sensation between your legs.

Fuck you need him again.

You check the time on your phone; only five o’clock at night. Still too early to go over there and get fucked over the counter.

Deciding to order Chinese food for dinner you roll out of bed and walk in your kitchen, pulling out the menu in your drawer of other takeout menus. As you’re dialing the phone for the restaurant an idea hits you. You order your food and immediately dial Joel’s/Beldro’s phone number.

“Hello?”

“Joel? It’s me.”

“Knew you couldn’t resist me too long, sugar.”

A sigh of exasperation escapes your lips. He’s not wrong.

“Uh, so I was thinking…” you trail off, feeling stupid for thinking of this idea in the first place.

“Mhmm,” he says. You can practically feel his stupid smirk through the phone.

“Do you, uh, want to come over tonight?”

“It’ll be kinda late, sugar. You okay with that?”

“Fine with me,” you breathe out, letting your anxieties start to melt away.

“You wouldn’t be asking for a sandwich with extra meat again, would ya?”

“…Maybe.”

“Hm, well maybe I’ll close up shop early for ya.”

“Well then yes, one sandwich with extra meat please and thank you.”

“Dirty girl… Is that what you’ve been thinking about all day?” he muses.

“Mhmm,” you say, not even bothering trying to hide your desire for him.

“You got it, sugar. Call you when I leave tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” you say before hanging up. Butterflies swirl in your stomach at the thought of Joel in your apartment. And now suddenly you have the urge to clean. This is the first time you’ll see him outside of the bodega… What is he gonna think about your living space?

And then another thought crosses your mind… Jessica would chastise you to no end if she found out he’s coming over later, let alone what you did over the counter last night. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, not that she needs to know anyway.

After you eat your dinner you decide to take a shower, shave your legs, find a pair of lacy panties to wear- the usual prep before a guy comes over. You opt for an oversized sleep t-shirt and a pair of green lacy underwear.

And now… you wait; wait for Joel to show up. He did say it would be late. He can’t close up too early, it’s a Saturday night after all. Gotta stay open for all the drunken people coming in for snacks late at night. Just like you did… Which makes you wonder… How many women is he doing this with? How many customers?

You stop that thought before you spiral out of control, laying down the couch and killing time.

Your phone’s ringtone wakes you, startling you with a jolt. Rolling over on the couch you feel around for your phone. You answer the phone and expect it to be Joel, which it is, telling you he'll be there soon.

“What time is it?” you ask groggily.

“Just past one in the morning.”

“Really? you ask, startled at yourself for sleeping for so long.

“I really close at two but I’m making an exception tonight.”

“Why thank you,” you tease.

“Extra meat, late night delivery just for you.”

“Lucky me. I’ll buzz you up when you get here, okay? Apartment 5A.”

“Be there in fifteen, sugar,” he says before hanging up.

The doorbell goes off when he arrives. You buzz him up and wait by the door, anxious to see him already. He knocks and you open the door to let him in, greeted not only by him but also Ellie in her carrier.

“Aw, you brought her!”

“You seem to like having her here,” he says, stepping inside and setting her carrier down on the floor. He bends down to let her out and now it’s feeling real that he’s here, in your apartment.

“Well, uh, make yourself comfortable. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick. My bedroom is down the hall on your right.”

He nods and you head to the bathroom, suddenly feeling nervous. But you wanted this. You wanted him here. And now that he’s here this is a different level of your… “relationship” that you maybe weren’t ready for yet. What happened at the store seemed to be a one time thing, an isolated incident. But you invited him here so does that mean this will become a regular thing? What if he’s not ready for that? What if-

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

“You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m almost done,” you say, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

He’s standing there, head tilted to the side as he looks at you. His biceps are straining against the fabric of his light gray t-shirt, which is peppered with small patches of sweat. Fuck. Whatever worries you had are out of sight, out of mind when you look at him, mouth falling open as you gawk at him.

“Missed me?” he says, smirking at the look on your face.

“Mhm,” you reply, eyes trailing down to the bulge in his jeans.

He gets in the bathroom with you and stands behind you, his large frame towering over you as he looks at you in the mirror. He grabs your hips and forcefully bends you over your bathroom sink, pulling your shirt up and hooking his hands around the lace of your panties, snapping the fabric against your skin.

“These for me?” he says, looking you in the the eye in your reflection in the mirror.

“Yes, daddy,” you respond cheekily, excited that you’ll be able to see him while he’s fucking you.

“Daddy, huh?” He asks, sliding your panties down your legs.

You respond with a moan as he takes a cheek in one of his hands, giving it a squeeze before moving to your cunt. His fingers graze your already wet entrance. His other hand moves under your shirt, caressing the outline of your breast as he takes your nipple between his fingertips. Your mouth falls into a small “O” when a finger enters you, all while pinching your nipple. He studies the expression on your face, all of the little details like your wides widening and the curve of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks, pushing another finger in.

“Of course, daddy,” you respond, voice jumping a few octaves as he works your walls.

“That’s what daddy likes to hear,” he says, curling his fingers against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, your pleasure coming to a head.

“Are you already gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you whine.

“Yes what?” he asks, stopping the motion of his fingers.

“Yes, daddy. Please,” you whimper.

“Good girl. Cum on my fingers.”

And you do, your walls clenching and releasing his fingers in rhythmic waves, all while he looks at you in the mirror. You close your eyes as your orgasm overtakes you but he grabs your chin.

“Look at me, angel,” he says, keeping his grip on your chin.

You maintain eye contact as you finish riding out your high, your inner thighs and his hand soaked with your release. As soon as he feels your orgasm finish he pulls his hand away and hastily unzips his fly, pulling down his jeans and releasing his cock. He spreads your wetness on his cock, giving it a few strokes. The hand on your chin moves back to your chest, squeezing your breast as he enters you.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good,” he says, gripping your hip with his other hand while he rails you.

All you can do is moan. Your mind and thoughts are consumed with nothing but him, unable to form a coherent response. His fingertips clamp down on your nipple as he draws his hips back, slamming into you full force. If it weren’t for the bathroom sink and his hand on your hip keeping you upright, your legs would be giving out. Each slam of his hips pulls a moan from you, all while he explores deeper angles inside you.

“Taking daddy’s cock like such a good girl,” he praises, locking eyes with you in the reflection.

His hand moves to your other breast, circling your nipple with his fingertips before pinching it. You notice the expression on his face; the delirious look he has, drunk on your moans and your body against his. The sex on the counter at the bodega was the best you’ve ever had but this is a real treat, being able to see him as he ruins you.

Your walls tense up in anticipation of a big release and he feels it, asking you, “Gonna take daddy’s cum, angel?”

“Mhm,” you respond. You’ll just get a Plan B pill in the morning. You're too cock drunk to be responsible right now.

With one last thrust of his cock you’re coming around him, your cunt fluttering around him perfectly. He fucks you and talks you through it, showering you with praise as you cum.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. My good girl,” he moans, slamming his hips into you.

Your orgasm pulls his own from him, the head of his cock flush against your cervix as he cums. He spills his release inside you, and now that you’ve felt this you decide you need to get on birth control. He pulls you upright against him, arms wrapping around you as he comes down from his high. You stay there for a moment, warm bodies pressed against each other and catching your breath. He kisses the spot where your neck meets your ear and slides out of you. You rest your palms against the top of the sink while he bends down to pick up his pants.

“Are you leaving?” you ask, looking at him in the mirror.

“Am I allowed to stay?”

“Of course. Did you think I was gonna keep your cat and then kick you out?” you laugh, leading him to your bedroom. You shed your panties and pull off your shirt, crawling into bed. He stands there and watches you, almost as if he’s waiting to see if it’s okay to join you.

“Don’t be shy,” you tease.

He chuckles and takes off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

“If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s shy, sweetheart,” he says, getting settled into bed with you.

You pull the blanket over you and press your back against his chest, scooching into him closer. He wraps one arm around you and you feel his cock by your ass. You shake your ass slightly and he says, “In the morning, sugar. This old man is tired,” with sleepiness laced in his voice.

“Deal,” you whisper.

You feel Ellie jump up on the foot of the bed and curl into a ball, purring loudly. All is well.

End note: Got some ✨angst✨ coming in the next chapter 🤠

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wildernessuntothemselves · 7 months

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Heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I) | Part 2

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Summary: When you first met your boyfriend, it was love at first sight. No, more than that. It was love before you even met. It felt like you had known each other in another life and were meant to find each other again.

But that's not actually true, is it? You and Beomgyu don't actually know each other from another life, and the dreams you've been having aren't memories of your past life either. That's ridiculous.

But then why does Beomgyu get so defensive about them? And why does each dream feel more real than the one before?

A/N: this is the sequel to my series YAMQN but I'm trying to write it in a way that it would be comprehensible to people who have never read YAMQN. The parts in italic are the dreams.

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, jealousy, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, riding, toys, orgasm denial.

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Now that Taehyun is working with you, Beomgyu is not content to just drive you to work as he always does. No, now he has to walk you inside, arm wrapped tightly around you to make sure everyone, especially Taehyun, knows you’re claimed.

“Oh, hey.” Taehyun greets when he sees you. “You look beautiful today.”

You don’t get the chance to properly glare at him for purposefully annoying your boyfriend before Beomgyu twists you around and smashes your lips together, pulling you into a kiss that is far too indecent for public.

Yet another co-worker snorts. "We get it dude. She's yours. Are you gonna pee on her to claim your territory too?"

Your cheeks flame up and you shove Beomgyu away, absolutely mortified by the spectacle he has made of you. “Beomgyu!”

“What? Don’t want him to see who you belong to?” He asks, daring to sound upset at you.

“Everyone knows we’re dating. Get your head out of your ass.” You smack his hands completely off you, livid at his underhanded accusation.

“Wouldn’t hurt to remind him.” He mutters, and you roll your eyes, ushering him out of the cafe before you get fired for an indecent act in the workplace. “Leave. You’ve done enough.”

You don’t give him the chance to respond before you step back into the restaurant and slam the door in his face, trying your best to avoid everyone’s gaze. You quickly get dressed then step behind the counter, getting the orders ready for the customers streaming in, trying to shake off the strong sense of deja-vu you felt at the way Beomgyu behaved. Those dream are really messing you up.

“Your boyfriend really doesn’t like me, huh?” Taehyun comments, working alongside you.

“Don’t take it personally. He gets jealous easily.” You sigh, brushing it off.

“It sure feels personal though. It’s like I killed his cat in the past or something.”

“Funny you should say that.” You snort, but don’t elaborate, not wanting to deal with another guy ridiculing you for your dreams.

But Taehyun is intrigued, and he doesn’t drop it. “What do you mean?”

“Forget about it.” You brush him off, handing a customer their drink with a forced smile, but that makes him even more curious. As you go to make another drink, he takes the coffee pot from your hand, forcing you to look at him. “No, tell me.”

“Taehyun, there are customers waiting.” You snap but he just shrugs. “So? They can survive five minutes without their morning lattes.”

You give him a pointed look. “Yeah? Have you met our clientele? They’re mean when they’re low on caffeine.”

“I can handle it. Just tell me.” He reassures you, but conspicuously starts making a new drink.

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh. You asked for it.” He nods, waiting patiently for you to explain. “So I keep having these dreams about me and Beomgyu in another life, a past life. He’s a prince and I’m a lady of the court and we want to be together but we can’t because he’s betrothed to someone else and so everything is all fucked up but we love each other so much and want to be with each other anyway. It’s all very fanciful and silly but then again the dreams are so vivid, it’s like I’m really there. It feels more real than my actual memories, you know?”

He nods, a small smirk on his face that tells you that he doesn’t really buy what you’re saying–you don’t really buy what you’re saying either–but he’s kind enough to hold his tongue and not make fun of you like Beomgyu does.

“Anyway, you’ve been appearing in the dreams lately too.” That catches his interest, and he listens even more intently. “You’re this powerful lord from another city and we start getting close which dream Beomgyu really hates. He tries so hard to keep us apart that he even ends up locking me in my room so I wouldn’t see you but you sneak in to see me anyway, and then… Well, I don’t know what. That’s all I know so far. He basically wants to kill you because you won’t stay away from me. Dream him, I mean… though, I’m not too sure real Beomgyu doesn’t want to kill you too.”

“Oh, please, I can take him.” He says confidently and you look him over. Sure, he looks like he’d be able to take Beomgyu. Physically he appears stronger than your boyfriend, but there is just something about Beomgyu you don’t like to think about that causes the hairs at the back of your neck to stand up.

“Anyway, that is all very intense.” He finally says, “You have quite the imagination.”

“I knew it. You think it’s stupid.” You flush, embarrassed that you revealed all of this to him.

“No, no. It’s not stupid. It’s not real, but it’s not stupid.” He reassures you, or at least he tries to. “Maybe these dreams are your brain’s way of working through issues you’re having with your boyfriend? I mean, I didn’t show up in your dreams before you saw me, right? And it was only after seeing how Beomgyu got so aggressive with me that you had the dreams about him trying to keep us away from each other, right?”

“I guess…” What he’s saying makes sense. Maybe it’s just your brain trying to make sense of the whirlwind that is your romantic life with Beomgyu.

“Well, there you go.” He proclaims, “Maybe the way to stop these dreams is to work out the issues you’re having with Beomgyu.”

“Easier said than done.” You snort, and once again Taehyun is not letting your little passive-aggressive comments pass by. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “He’s impossible to talk to about these things. He either gets so defensive you can never fault him for his behavior or he freaks out about us breaking up that I end up needing to comfort him for his own bad behavior.”

Taehyun wears a frown on his face. “That doesn’t sound too healthy. If you can’t even talk things through then how can you expect your relationship to survive?”

“Don’t say that. Beomgyu is a wonderful guy and a loving boyfriend. He just gets insecure and needs reassurance. It’s because his ex fucked him up or something.” You mutter the last part bitterly. If she hadn’t messed him up so much, Beomgyu would have literally been the perfect boyfriend.

“But that’s not your fault. What she did to him has nothing to do with you. If he can’t separate the two then he doesn’t deserve to be with you.”

You shake your head. “You’re being too harsh on him.” Yes, Beomgyu is acting like an ass right now but that doesn’t take away from all the wonderful things he is.

“Am I? If you let this go then he’ll only get worse.”

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should stand up more to Beomgyu. Things can get really bad when he gets into his head, but when he’s good, he’s really good and that always brings you right back into his arms.

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As if he could read your thoughts, Beomgyu takes you out on a much needed date at the local arcade, seemingly aiming to make you forget about the erratic way he has been acting lately.

You’re both video game fans, especially those old games you used to play growing up, and so this is like Disneyland for you. You have so much fun recalling all the good times you had playing these classic games, only you get to enjoy them with the person you love this time around, and damn does it feel ten times more fun with Beomgyu.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Beomgyu screams, trying to keep up with you but failing miserably, messing up his steps on the dance dance revolution game, and allowing you to take the lead. “No, this is too fast–ahhhh!”

You laugh at his exclamations, messing up a few steps of your own as you sneak glances at him, enjoying the way he makes such a show of it, always aiming to entertain and get a laugh out of you and everyone else. You know he doesn’t actually care about losing. He just wants to make it fun for you.

The machine makes a noise that indicates the game is over and that you’ve won, and the small crowd that has gathered to watch you because of your boyfriend's antics cheers for you.

“Thank you, thank you.” You give a gracious bow, before pulling your stupid boyfriend into a kiss that receives a couple of woohoos.

“I know. I know. I can’t believe she’s dating me too.” He says and you smack his shoulder shyly. “Shut up. You’re such a simp.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just appreciating my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend who–”

“Get a room! Some of us actually want to play.” A teen shouts out at you, and his friends jeer in agreement, forcing you off the game with embarrassed giggles.

“Wow, kids are mean.” Beomgyu exclaims and you laugh. “Kids? We’re barely a couple of years older than them.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Beomgyu comments, not seeming to share your laughter.

“Hey, are you okay? They were jerks but they’re just teens, you know?” You try to comfort him. You know how mean teens can be, but Beomgyu just shakes his head and gives you a big smile. “Oh no, I’m not thinking about that at all. I just remembered something… doesn’t matter. Let’s go play another game.”

“Okay…” You trail off uncertainly, unsure if he’s really okay. But then you spot something that takes your attention away. “Oh, let’s go play that shooter game! There is a toy there that I really want!”

You step towards it, but as soon as you do, you’re being pulled back by your boyfriend. “I don’t really like shooter games. Too violent, you know?”

“It’s an air gun.” You explain slowly as if he doesn’t grasp the concept, and he shrugs. “Well, it still teaches violence to kids. Today an air gun, tomorrow a school shooting.”

You roll your eyes at his silly dramatics. “Too bad we aren’t kids then. We’re a whole couple of years older than kids. Now come on.” You drag him behind you, sights already set on a teddy bear that reminds you of Beomgyu.

“I wanna win that one! Add it to my beargyu collection at home.” You clap excitedly, and the man at the stand hands you a gun to use.

“She’s got a good eye. She picked the best prize.” The man tells Beomgyu then turns back to you. “You have to shoot all the cans down to be able to win that one.”

“Yeah. She has expensive taste, that one.” Beomgyu comments and you pout, playfully shoving him. “Gyu!”

“Is it not true?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you push your head up defiantly. “I just have high standards, that’s all.”

“I know, baby. And you deserve the best.” He says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, making you blush.

“Are you going to shoot?” The man asks impatiently, bored with you and Beomgyu’s public displays of affection. You don’t care though, sending Beomgyu a kiss and a wink..

Still, it’s gonna be challenging winning that bear, and you have to concentrate.

“Okay…” You take a deep breath and get into position, turning towards again Beomgyu and squeaking a quick ‘pray for me’ before you look back and start shooting.

And damn, you’re a lousy shot.

At the start, the cans are all lined up next to each other so you manage to fell a lot of them just by generally shooting in their direction, but as their numbers dwindle, you start completely missing them.

“Baby, you’re trying to shoot the cans, not the other patrons.” Beomgyu quips and you glare at him, almost shooting him too, and he raises his hands in surrender. “Just saying.”

“Well, don’t say.” You grit, missing even more shots.

“Damn it!” You exclaim in frustration, seeing your chances go down with each missed shot, and eventually running out of ammo. “Ughhhhh.”

“Cheer up, baby. You tried your best.” Beomgyu tries to comfort you, “You just–”

“I wanna try again.” You proclaim, smacking more tickets down on the counter and gesturing for the worker to reload your gun before trying again.

And again. And again. And again. Each time failing more miserably than the last, the frustration getting to you.

“Baby, we’re running out of money here. Soon, I’m gonna have to sell my kidney to give you arcade money.” Beomgyu appeals to you once more, urging you to give up.

“Fine!” You give a huge sigh, finally handing over the gun sadly. “I just really wanted it.”

“Why? We have a million teddy bears at home.”

“I know but I wanted that one.” You pout, moving a finger across his chest coyly. “Can you try to win it for me?”

“Babe–”

“Pretty, please.” You turn on the puppy-dog eyes that you know have been very effective on him in the past.

He sighs, looking defeated. “You know I would do anything for you.”

“Yes! Works every time.” You congratulate yourself, preparing to watch your pacifist boyfriend flounder just like you did, but planning to enjoy anyway.

Except he doesn’t. To your absolute shock, Beomgyu clears the game on the first try.

“Wow, you’re really good at this.” You clap, amazed, and give him a big hug. “When did you learn this?”

“Oh. I used to play this game a lot as a kid.” Funnily enough, you feel like you’ve watched him do this before. Maybe it was in one of your prince dreams…

“See? And you didn’t become a violent psychopath. You were worrying for nothing.” You tease him, holding your hard-earned teddy bear up and giddily spinning around with it.

“Excuse me.” A small voice calls out, halting your merriment and you look down to see the most adorable child tugging at your skirt. Well, you see a blurry, double vision of an adorable child as your poor brain tries to recover from the celebratory spinning.

“Oh, hello. Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You gush. “What’s your name?”

“Ben.” He says, and Beomgyu gasps, equally as dramatic as you. “Well, that is just the cutest name ever.”

“Thank you.” Ben plays with his fingers and swings shyly from one foot to the other.

“Are you lost, Ben?” Beomgyu asks, getting down to his knees in front of the child. “Where is your mommy?”

The child points off somewhere.

“Do you want us to take you to her?” You ask, but he shakes his head. “No. I just wanted to say that… that I like your bear and and–can we trade? You can have my toy instead!” He presents you with a small bright orange and yellow toy truck.

“Aw, you cheeky little thing.” Beomgyu tuts, “That is very generous, but I just won this for the pretty lady and I think she wants to keep itt.”

You do. You really want to keep it. But Ben looks so disappointed at hearing that, that you don’t have the heart to refuse him for long.

“That’s okay, Gyu. He can have it.” You intervene, and Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. “Are you sure? You made such a fuss about it.”

You shoot him a glare. “I know but he’s a kid and he wants it.”

“The way you were acting earlier, one could’ve easily mistaken you for a kid too.” He mumbles and you smack the back of his head in indignation. “Hey!”

The sound of Ben’s purely ecstatic laughter at what you did grabs both your attention and prevents you from further squabbling.

“You like seeing me smack the stupid man?” You raise your hand towards Beomgyu threateningly and he cowers dramatically. “I stand corrected. I shouldn’t have been worrying about kids learning violence from games when they can just learn it from people like you.”

“Aw, you wound me, baby.” You let your hand down to smooth down his hair affectionately. “This is just a tried and true discipline technique. I’ll show you more when we get home.” You give him a wink and he blushes.

“Alright, let’s take you to your mum.” You announce to the kid, handing him the toy bear and giggling at the way he struggles to walk while holding the giant thing.

When you’re within sight of his mother, she calls out, relieved. “Ben! There you are!” She runs to hug him. Or tries to hug him but she can’t really with the stuffed animal in the way. “Where did you get that teddy bear from?”

“We gave it to him.” You explained happily and she gasps, turning to scold him. “Did you ask them to give it to you? You know I told you you to stop doing that. It’s not polite—He’s always asking strangers for things, pretending to be all cute and innocent to swindle people out of their belongings. It’s really not nice… or safe!” She explains to you, before turning back to her son. “Now give the bear back to the nice couple.”

“But I don’t wanna!” He throws a tantrum, and you and Beomgyu exchange an amused look.

So the little rascal was playing you. Well done.

“That’s fine. He can keep it.” You tell his mum, but she won’t hear it. “Not, it’s not. You don’t have to–”

“We want to.” You reassure her, and Ben looks at his mother expectantly, his little face praying that she’d allow him to keep the bear and she sighs. “Fine. Though you’re only enforcing bad habits.” She gives you both a stern look and Beomgyu gives a small apologetic bow. “We’re sorry, ma’am.”

You fight to contain your giggles as she turns to her son. “What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you!” He chirps happily.

“You’re welcome.” You both laugh. “Enjoy it.”

“I will!”

“See you, Ben.” Beomgyu crouches down to say goodbye to him, raising his hand up so Ben can give him a high five, which he does enthusiastically.

“Bye.” You wave goodbye to Ben and his mum, walking away with Beomgyu.

Seeing how sweet Beomgyu was with Ben… how naturally he acted and how at ease the kid was with him… it made you yearn for things you can’t have. It made you want to have that–to have a child that is yours and Beomgyu’s. But you can’t ask him that of him, not after what he told you, not for a while, at least.

Too preoccupied with the thoughts, you don’t think to hide them from Beomgyu, and he quickly notices the shift in your mood.

“What?” Beomgyy asks, and you look at him in confusion, so he explains, “You’ve been quiet for a while.”

“Oh.” You blink away the tears from your eyes, not even having realized they had gathered there, silently fighting against the weird emptiness that seeing him interacting with the child has opened up in you. “Nothing. I'm just suddenly really tired. Let's go home."

You can tell he doesn’t buy your excuse. “Did you want the bear? You know you could’ve said–”

“No. No. It’s not that, really. I just…” You trail off and a look of realization comes over his face. You quickly add on, “Beomgyu, it’s really nothing. Let’s just go home, okay?”

Still, he doesn’t believe it. But he gathers you in his arms anyway and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. “Okay.”

He’ll always give you what you want.

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“You can be so good to me. Why do you have to be such an ass sometimes?” You murmur against his lips.

“I just can’t afford to lose you–ah–” He trails off in a moan as you continue to ride him.

"You really will do anything to keep me, huh?" You clench around him, making him automatically buck under you. “Ah-ah-ah, I said no moving, baby.”

"Yes, darling.” His hands fist at the sheets in an effort to keep his body from reacting to the way you’re fucking him so tortuously.

“Call me princess. I liked it when you did that.”

“Baby…” He protests, and you move your hands up his torso to brush your thumbs across his nipples before you bend down and lick one. “Come on, my prince, you said you’ll do anything for me.”

“Yes, princess.” You could practically feel his cock twitching inside you as you let go of his nipple with a pop to sit back and properly ride him, really quickening your pace to reward him for his compliance.

It’s so easy to get Beomgyu to do what you want. He’ll bend over backwards to keep you happy. He just gets too in his head sometimes and starts getting paranoid so you need to shut his brain down.

And shut down it is, right now. He’s entirely under your mercy, laying down for you to ravage him and loving every second of it. “Oh god. Close, princess. So close.”

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Please, I can’t.” He croaks. Oh, how you love to see him struggle. It’s like a drug to you, seeing how much he needs you.

“Hold it.” You pant, bouncing on top of him, intent to push him right to the edge, and when you feel like he’s about to fall over it, you quickly get off him, his red cock smacking against his tummy, dribbling precum as it twitches from the denial.

“Fuck… fuck…” Beomgyu curses, his body entirely wound up from the pent up frustration and lust.

"Shhh." You hush him with a kiss that he hungrily reciprocates, the wet sounds of lips and tongues meeting echoing around the room. When you pull back his lips are shiny with spit and his eyes are drowning with need. But he never reaches out for you, never tries to take what he wants. Your pretty prince.

You lean forward to open up the bedside table, taking out your vibrator. Beomgyu stares, wide-eyed, as you grab his cock and sink down on it once again. But this time instead of riding him, you swivel your hips around and turn on the vibrator, pressing it to your clit.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me.” He groans, squirming under you as the vibrations and the way your cunt is clenching around him build his high up once again..

"No cumming until I do." You order, and he’s unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, choosing instead to grab at your thighs, his body needing to latch onto yours–just holding onto you to keep him tethered, never forcing you to give him more no matter how much he wants it.

"I don’t know if I can hold it.”

"You will. Or do you need me to put a cock ring on you?" You threaten, but the small involuntary thrust of his hips surprise you. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I like anything you do to me.” He confesses, making your skin tingle.

You grind on him faster, moving the vibrator up and down your slit, feeling your release looming near.

“Oh my fucking god, princess, please.”

"What is it, baby?” You gasp, thighs starting to spasm from the impending orgasm. “You wanna cum?"

"Uh-huh." He whimpers pitifully like a dog begging for his master to reward him. “You know, I do.”

Of course, you do. It’s so obvious, he’s practically on the verge of crying, but it’s always so fun to tease him about it.

"But I thought you said you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, and I like keeping you on the edge. Love seeing you go all dumb for my pussy." You pout, acting like you’re upset and he eats it all up.

"I’m sorry… I just need it." He cries, head thrown back and his nails digging into your skin. "Close–so close–please–oh god, please—"

“Cum for me, gyu. Fill me up.” You finally have mercy on him, taking the vibrator away as your pussy clenches around him, milking him of his seed as you hurl over the edge.

“Yes—oh, princess–ahhh–” He holds your hips and ruts up into you, releasing his cum inside you and filling you up just like you wanted.

It takes you both a while to come down from your orgasms, the delayed gratification bringing out a very intense high. But when you do, he pulls you down to him, wrapping you safely in his arms.

“I’m sorry for being so crazy lately. I just love you so much.” He presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

“I know, baby. I love you too.” You reciprocate fully, but as the high wears off, doubt starts to set back in. “But you can’t keep acting that way. I am not going to cheat on you with Taehyun and it hurts me that you would even doubt that.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… my ex. She–”

“Let me guess, cheated on you.” You roll your eyes, not meaning to diminish his pain but you just hate his ex so much. “But baby, I’m not her. I love you. Only you.”

“I know, but… it would just make me feel better if you didn’t talk to him.”

“He’s my co-worker, I have to talk to him.”

“Plenty of people don’t talk to their co-workers. In fact plenty of people maintain a very healthy mutual animosity with their coworkers. I think you should try that.”

“Beomgyu.” You deadpan, exasperation clear in your tone.

“Fine. I’ll try to tone it down.”

“Thank you. I really don’t want to… lose you.”

He frowns, pushing you back so he can fully see your face. “You won’t. You will never lose me.” He says it with absolute certainty, and maybe his promise was meant to sound reassuring, but something about the way he said it makes you shiver.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asks, concerned.

“I… I guess.”

“Come here.” He pulls you down into his arms, wrapping you up in that warm embrace that seems to always make you forget about all the wrong he’s done. When you’re in his arms, it’s like the world slips away and it’s just you and him and the love you have for each other. None of those troubling thoughts can reach you here, none of the doubts.

Just you and him. Forever.

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“Don’t talk to her that way.” Beomgyu snarls at Taehyun, looking like he is going to spring forward and attack him but you hold onto him tightly.

“Beomgyu, stay. Let me talk to him alone.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head. “No.”

You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. “Come on, Beomgyu, we had a deal. Anything you want after, just let me talk to him.”

He throws a hateful look towards Taehyun, obviously not happy with what’s happening, before he looks back at you and pulls you into a sudden kiss. Your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but his own hands hold onto you, one grabbing the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass.

“My lord, this is not proper.” You hear someone reprimand, making you flush with humiliation and reminding you that you have more than one witness to Beomgyu’s mortifying display of ownership over you.

“I can still taste my cock on your tongue, princess.” Beomgyu says loudly enough for Taehyun to hear before finally letting you pull away, ignoring your incensed look in favor of smirking at Taehyun. You follow his gaze to find that Taehyun looks to be seconds away from exploding.

“Fucking stay here.” You grit out at Beomgyu, your outrage giving you the strength you need to make your way towards Taehyun without trembling anymore.

“Is this what you left me for? Just to go back to being treated like a piece of meat?” Taehyun denounces in disgust once you’re standing in front of him.

Left him for? What?

It is at that moment that you wake up from your dream, filled with feelings of shame, disgust and guilt.

Now what could this mean? If Taehyun is right and your dreams are meant to express your discomfort with the way Beomgyu is treating you, then why are you dreaming that you and Taehyun were together? Are you completely overthinking this? Is it just weird dream happenstance?

You mean, it did mirror what happened earlier with Beomgyu kissing you in front of everyone so maybe that’s what your mind was going for and it just started acting wonky the way brains on dreams do.

But why, as always, does it feel so devastatingly real? Why do you still feel like you’ve betrayed Taehyun somehow?

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A/N: our dear old crazy possessive beomgyu ❤️😂

#txt smut #fem!reader #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!beomgyu #sub!txt

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which jungkook loves much harder than orpheus.

> fluff, angst kinda / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: mentions of death ! if u don’t know the story of orpheus and eurydice, u can read a quick summary on google :]

note: helloooo everyone !! i’ve always been v fascinated w greek myth so i thought why not try writing a drabble around it and this came out soooo . hope you enjoy ! feedback is always appreciated <3

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“baby? i still can’t sleep.”

you’re not sure whether it’s a yawn or a sigh that you forcefully stifle.

“want some wine?” you suggest with your eyes closed, silently praying that he says no because the bed is too comfortable and warm that the mere thought of climbing down from it already has hot tears forming behind your eyelids.

“not in the mood.” jungkook pouts, turning over to his side to face you. he folds his arm to put it under his head, the other moving to tenderly caress your hair.

“warm milk for my baby boy?”

he makes a noise of disagreement, bordering to a whine. he shifts closer to carefully lift your head so he can slide in his arm underneath, making it your pillow. “don’t feel like waking up again after two hours to pee.”

you snort out a laugh at his words. it’s past three in the morning, and you’re half awake, dipping in and out between unconsciousness and reality. naturally, a person turns restless when they’re having a hard time falling asleep. that’s why sharing a bed with your partner means the both of you will stay awake, or so you’ve learned.

you melt in your boyfriend’s embrace, hanging your arm over his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest, almost purring in contentment.

“sometimes it feels like i’m living with a cat instead of my lover.” he chuckles, stroking the back of your head fondly as you continue moving around.

“i want to be a cat in my next life.” you murmur with a sigh, relaxing once you deem yourself satisfied.

“is that so?” he beams at the new learned information. “then i’ll still be a human, so i can take care of you again like this.”

“sounds nice.” you hum at the thought, and you silently ask your brain to use it as material for an utopian-inspired dream tonight.

peaceful silence fills the air, only the faint sounds of the airconditioner and jungkook’s fingers occasionally scratching your scalp stimulating your ears. eventually, you succumb to the darkness and fall into a much-needed slumber.

the steady rhythm of your breathing is enough to let your boyfriend know you’re already asleep — a rhythm he has memorized like the back of his hand, a rhythm he has associated with what they call serenity.

he kisses your forehead, pillowy lips curved into a smile pressing against your skin. poor baby, you tried your best to stay awake with him for another two hours. he went boxing with his trainer before going home, and the adrenaline from the intense exercise is still refusing to let him sleep many hours later.

he reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check for the time, heedful of his movements to avoid waking you up. 3:23AM.

the hardcover book beside it catches his attention, and out of boredom and curiosity, he finds himself picking it up. he flips it around to read the words on the back, and finds out it’s all about the gods, goddesses, and divine and semi-divine figures of greek mythology.

he opens the book to the page you slotted your bookmark in. you hate stopping in the middle of chapters because you usually get lost when you come back to the book, and just end up reading it again from the very start. this reading habit of yours strings him to the story of orpheus and eurydice.

he holds up the book using the arm under your head (this is one of the trivial moments in life he feels grateful that he works out religiously). his free hand is unable to stay still, to rest in one place. it slips under your shirt to rub your lower back, the curve of your waist, your hips. his fingers trace invisible doodles, mindless confessions, your name. whether it’s you or him he is reminding himself to be real and tangible, he is not quite sure yet.

he returns it to its original place after, the contact between the hardcover and the maple wood producing a thump. he squeezes his eyes shut in fear, holding his breath when you stir in his arms. when you remain motionless for a few more seconds, he breathes again. and then sniffles.

the overwhelming thought comes crashing down on him: i am holding the most important person in my life. in the most vulnerable time of the night, in their most vulnerable state. they are asleep in my arms, trusting and loving me.

he wipes his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, heart getting heavier and heavier at the thought of ever losing you like orpheus did eurydice. not once, but twice. both in his presence, both instances in which he could be blamed. if only he was more mindful of what was ahead of them while they were running, she wouldn’t have stepped on the viper. see, if it was jungkook, he would’ve carried you in his arms. no, if it was jungkook, he would’ve faced that damn aristaeus and got rid of him with his bare hands.

jungkook is crying over the part of the story that made it a famous tragedy — although for a unique reason. somehow, he sees himself in orpheus. considered the greatest musician of all time, with a golden voice and innate talent for the lyre. his music could calm the wildest of beasts and make the trees dance. however, the utter love and devotion he had for his wife felt familiar to him most of all. he, too, would free fall into the underworld and wander among the souls of the dead looking for you. he, too, would strip his soul naked and sorrowfully sing about his insurmountable grief infront of hades and persephone.

and with a lump in his throat that feels almost impossible to swallow down, he wonders: would he, too, make the grave mistake of looking back?

it’s either of the two: out of uncontainable excitement, the daylight shines on his face and he gleefully turns around to hug you, only to realize that you were still in the dark world when he shifted. he reaches out his hand for you, but it’s too late. the dreadful sight of you falling back into the deepest pits of the earth due to his careless miscalculation haunts him forever. or would it be anxiousness? the path leading back to the living world is too dark, too erie. he knows very well that he was instructed to never look back, but the fear that you are no longer walking behind him is gnawing at his insides. and so, he looks back. and he feels entirely responsible for your second death this time. frozen. numb. mournful.

he tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, tongue occasionally playing with his lip ring as he thinks about this. he feels the dried tear stains around his eyes, all the way to his temple. the time is lost on him. his back is facing the windows, where the sky gradually lightening up can be observed.

his stream of thoughts get interrupted when your thigh slumps over his hip. he feels the heel of your foot poking his asscheek and he makes balloons with his cheeks to stop his giggles from escaping. he leans down to place a sweet and gentle kiss on your forehead.

when he yawns, he decides that he has already made up his mind about the matter that plagued him for more than an hour. he tugs up your thigh over his waist when he feels it slowly slipping down, and then he hugs you tighter, finally drifting to sleep.

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jungkook steals glances at you from the other side of mattress, the white light from his phone screen reflecting on his face. he clears his throat to catch your attention. “baby, do you trust me?”

“with my life.” you answer promptly, without any trace of question or hesitation in your voice. you fix your glasses before it completely slides off your nose, but then you decide to just remove it and put it aside on top of the abandoned box beside you.

somehow, he finds those three words sweeter than ‘i love you’. he smiles, more to himself, because you’re too preoccupied with your 1000 piece puzzle to bother and look at his way. it was delivered barely twenty minutes ago, and he finds the fire of determination in your eyes to finish it at the shortest time possible both hilarious and endearing.

he has finished replying to texts and emails, so he sets down his phone to finally spend time with you. “want some help?”

you only hum in response as you continue sorting the puzzle pieces by their colors.

“why did you set up beside the mattress though? what if we accidentally step on them?” he wonders out loud. he transfers his pillow beside your crossed legs and lays on his side with an arm tucked under his head.

“i didn’t think that far ahead.” you blink in realization before shrugging. “just don’t step on them.”

he laughs out loud, shaking his head at your nonchalance. “alright then.” he takes two scoops of puzzle pieces with his hand, dumping them infront of him. he quickly inspects the colors of each one before tossing them to their designated piles on the floor.

“i read orpheus and eurydice in your book last night before i fell asleep.” he opens the topic in the middle of doing his silly little task.

“really? did it help you fall asleep?”

“not at all.” he chortles. “i was up for another hour.”

“oh, my poor baby.” you frown and halt your movements, facing to your left to stroke his hair lovingly. “did it make you sad?”

“hmm, well- i put myself in his shoes and i- yes, it did.” he juts out his bottom lip. “i would go as far as going to the underworld to bring you back to me, too. but it also made me think that would i also make the same mistake as he did? then i thought about it a lot, and i realized something.”

“and that is?” you encourage him to continue, going back to sorting puzzle pieces to not make him feel self-conscious or awkward.

“that our relationship has made me a stronger person.” a half smile forms on his lips. “it’s true that you’re my achilles heel, but at the same time, you bring out the best in me. i can do everything and overcome anything for you. even things i never would’ve thought i’m capable of.”

“being in a long-term relationship also taught me that certain compromises and sacrifices must be made so we can love each other for a very long time. ah, wait, how should i put it?” his eyes wander around as he racks his brain for the right words that would accurately express the point he is trying to make.

you look down at him with a fond smile. his innocent doe eyes are sparkling with love and wisdom, and you feel your heartstrings being pulled in by them.

he suddenly sits up, stays quiet for a few more seconds, before snapping his fingers in enlightenment. “ah! that’s it.” your gazes meet, and you raise an eyebrow at him. he smiles at you warmly.

“compared to the past when i used to let my emotions get the best of me, i’m way more rational and patient now. but it’s not that i’m being logical for the sake of logic entirely, you know? it’s still emotional. it’s to protect us and our love.” he gestures at the both of you before forming a heart with his hands perfectly in sync with the last word of his sentence.

you burst out laughing, hiding your face in your hands as you burn the image of him into memory. he mimics your sounds, head softly falling on your lap as his body vibrates.

when the two of you calm down, he finds himself playing with your hand. “listen, i guess what i’m trying to say here is, i trust myself enough to know that i won’t look back because my love for you is much more persevering and grounded than orpheus’ love for eurydice.”

“i know.” you say softly, heart brimming with love and adoration for the beautiful man lying on your lap. “that’s why i trust you with my life. your love has been nothing but good to me. you don’t have to worry your pretty little head with such doubts.” you trace his eyebrows with your fingers, another one of your habits you cannot explain. it just feels nice. “i’m really happy to hear you say that you trust yourself.”

his proud smile grows, perfect teeth on display. god, not to be dramatic, but he is the most beautiful being to ever exist in the universe.

“i think i finally understand why you and namjoonie-hyung love reading a lot. ah, it feels great to learn about myself through it. i feel like my brain just expanded.” he mimics fireworks explosions with his hands, eyes reminiscent of childlike fascination and amazement.

you find his last sentence funny. in full honesty, you barely retain any information after finishing a book. it makes you feel so many emotions at the moment, but they eventually slip away. perhaps, that’s why you keep reading and reading, chasing after those emotions and forcing them down your throat.

you pat his head affectionately. “i’m so proud of you, baby.”

he scrunches his nose cutely before pressing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“i’m hungry now. should we eat popcorn while we do your puzzle?”

you grimace. “to get cheese powder all over them?”

he scratches his head in disappointment. “then should i eat popcorn while you do your puzzle?”

you didn’t expect that jungkook would actually do you dirty like that. he looks too pleased with himself, inhaling a bowl of popcorn with a small smirk on his face. he is watching a jurassic park movie on the giant television. you planned this movie marathon in preparation for your biweekly movie theater date, and well, you are doing it together. except you’re not snuggling with him on the living room mattress like you usually do, because you’re on the floor working on the 1000 piece puzzle you purchased at two o’clock in the morning last week.

you breath out a dramatically loud sigh, blinking at the portion of the afternoon sky of venice you’ve completed. you look at it and the television screen back and forth before muttering fuck it, crawling on the mattress to sit beside your boyfriend.

you hit his arm repeatedly when he laughs out loud, making fun of you. “stop laughing with your mouth full! what if they fall back into the bowl? you’re gross.”

you huff in annoyance, grabbing the bowl from him. you snack on the popcorn while giving your full attention to the screen. all of a sudden, he bumps against your knee, and you roll your eyes when he falls flat on the mattress clutching his stomach.

“if you don’t stop laughing, i’ll feed you to a tyrannosaurus rex!” you throw a popcorn at him. he swiftly sits up in attempt to catch it with his mouth, but it hits his cheek and lands on the back of his hand.

he pops it in his mouth with a mischievous grin. “throw just one more.” he puts up his index finger. “i’ll catch it this time. promise.”

you sigh in exasperation, but you do it anyway.

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mapofthesea · 2 years

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gilded morning

ot7 x reader but Yoongi focus, domestic!bts I suppose, y/n is fem

genre: smut, lil bit of fluff

an: the Yoongi spit kink/being ot7 was all in my dream the rest I filled in bc I could not stop thinking about how the dream might have ended if my cat didn't wake me up :/

content warnings: making out, grinding/dry humping, hair pulling, spit kink, edging, fem fingering, Yoongi gets possessive in a very lowkey way, technically public sex (they’e in the living room but no one else directly is) bratty sub!reader x Dom!yoongi, Yoongi likes to play with readers tits, good old fucking (p in v), unprotected sex (dont do this),dirty talk, mentions of pretty light subspace, aftercare, Yoongi is worried he literally broke your back, (playfully) jealous maknae line.

A dense, warm arm presses over your chest, cushioning you against a solid body. The feeling is comforting, almost more so than the buttery soft sheets underneath your back. You can’t quite remember which one of your boyfriends you ended up falling asleep with last night, but the heat radiating off of him had you snuggling into him further. Your neck is titled at a weird angle but it’s not enough to bother you yet, just simply enjoying the closeness for a few more moments. Having just left the grips of sleep, it takes a few minutes for your brain to catch up to the feeling and realize that the arm belongs to Namjoon, who is snoring on without a care in the world. You would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the morning wrapped up with him but the incessant urge to pee is enough to get you slithering out from underneath his arm. His dark eyebrows furrow at the movement but he must be too sleepy to get up, as he simply clutches the sheets where your body had just been. You land a kiss to his forehead before skittering off into the closest bathroom in the house with a silent promise to be right back.

Hoseok is already there, occupying space in front of the mirror with a hand tugging through his sleep-mussed hair. Lean torso on display and sweatpants riding low on his hips, he turns around once he spots you in the mirror and immediately wraps you in his arms. He ruffles the hair at the crown of your head out of habit-a relic of the time where you still all insisted you were just good friends- and traces nimble fingers down the back of your neck in a way that has your spine tingling. You momentarily forget about the pressure in your bladder and seek out his lips, kissing him languidly as you're both still in the process of waking up. It’s a slow, sweet kiss until Hoseok nips at your bottom lip, pulling a needy keen from your chest. He giggles, nose scrunching cutely as he scratches at the back of your scalp causing you to melt into the touch.

“Hobi, please,” you whine, although you don’t really know for what. The stirring in your stomach has grown more intense. He seems to know this as well as you do, if the teasing smile on his face means anything.

“I have to take a shower, baby, but Yoongi and Jin are in the living room,” his voice is low, making your stomach flip even as he detaches himself from your body and turns the shower on. Only slightly disappointed, you finally pee and wash your hands as he strips and steps in, steam already fogging the glass. You feel better now, lighter, but the stirring Hoseok started is still a quiet buzz as you head into the living room to seek out the other two who are awake.

Jin and Yoongi are sharing the loveseat with the console in the middle, which was often a point of contention for the fact that it made cuddling more difficult. Yoongi is asleep, reclined in the seat with his hands folded on top of his stomach. The sight makes you giggle, despite the increasing desire in your bones. Jin is reclined in a similar state but awake, watching something on his phone as you approach with no warning and plop yourself on top of him.

“Jinnie,” You immediately coo, burying your face into his neck and pressing a lingering kiss there. The video on his phone pauses and his arms wind around your body, hand immediately slipping underneath your shirt to rub up and down your back. His body is warm and solid beneath you, your legs on either side of his hips as you snuggle into him. Your hips rock against his and you feel his chest rumble with a low moan. The hand rubbing your back moves to clasp your hip, encouraging your movements as he meets you halfway, cock beginning to harden. He groans, plush lips parting in a filthy display as his hair splays against the headrest of the loveseat. You can’t resist the urge to nibble at his neck, emblazoned by the growing wetness between your legs.

“Baby...” Jin tries, voice strung out as you suck a bright red mark to the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Petal,” he tries again, firmer this time, tugging on your hair lightly to turn your attention his way. His grip on your hair has your eyes watering, mouth hanging open out of instinct. Your hips continue to wiggle against his own, the press of his cock right up against your slit making you feel dizzy even with the layers of fabric between you. Eyes finally leveled with his own, he heaves a sigh and shakes his head.

“Needy little baby, I’m sorry,” he begins, and you feel your heart stutter at his apology. Your pussy throbs in need as you stop grinding against him. He looks pained as he grabs for his phone and shows you the time. “I have an appointment at 11, baby. I have to go get ready.” His face scrunches at the idea, feeling just as disappointed as he knows you do. You let out a long, loud whine at the idea of being denied release from yet another one of your boyfriends. Jin softens, kissing your hairline, and wraps his arms around you to maneuver you into the seat he was previously occupying. You’re feeling stubborn, face flushed because you know you’re being childish but you just want to cling onto him for a few more minutes if you can.

Fingers drum over your back, and for a minute you think it’s Jin continuing to persuade him off of you, but then Yoongi’s gruff voice fills the space behind you and you know he’s awake. Your heart expands at least two sizes as you finally relinquish your hold on Jin and clamber over the console to sit in Yoongi’s lap. Jin kisses your cheek quickly before he goes, shooting a grin to Yoongi as you’re already starting to wiggle in the younger mans lap.

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle with mischief and you grin, feeling hot under his gaze. Wordlessly, his hands slip between your legs to feel the sticky mess between your legs. If he hadn't been the third one to wind you up, you might have been embarrassed, but the only thought in your mind now was a desperate need for relief.

“Yoongi, please,” your hips are moving over his hand without prompting, already knowing he was going to make you work for it. With your hands free, you plant them on his shoulders for better leverage. Sparks of pleasure rip through your stomach at the way Yoongi’s thumb circles your clit. Your head spins as a long needed release starts to approach under the work of his fingers, orgasm whispering its close proximity.

“Yoongi, I- I’m-” Cruelly, he yanks his hand away from you, ripping a strangled cry from your throat at the loss of sensation. It was far too early for him to play these kinds of games with you, but his cool expression told you you would be in for a long ass ride.

“Let’s get this off,” his instructions are simple as he rids you of your t-shirt before crawling his fingers down to the waistband of your shorts; pulling them down with your panties in one go. It’s a struggle to get them off of your legs because of your position, but Yoongi supports you around the middle as you lean back and throw the garments somewhere behind you. Yoongi is still fully dressed, black t-shirt just slightly disheveled.

“Off, please, Yoons,” you tug at the waist of his own shorts, frustrated at the lack of skin to skin contact.

“Hmm, needy baby this morning, y/n?” He teases, capturing both your wrists in one hand to stop your movement. You nod ferociously, hoping he would take pity on you. He just grins, a lazy, gummy smile that makes your veins thrum with anticipation. “Words, love, or I can’t give you what you want.”

“Please take off your shorts,” your voice is meek, worn out from the morning already.

“Why should I do that, love?” Yoongi was enjoying this, taking his time to tease you as you writhe naked and desperate in his lap. Frustration is making your brain muddled, and you whine pitifully as you rut your hips against the meat of his thigh. You briefly wonder how long he was awake while you were wrapped up in Jin, how long he had been plotting to make you suffer like this. Frustration turned into anger as he remained still under you, that cocky look on his face doing nothing but infuriating you when you were this needy and you can see the full outline of his cock just inches from where you need him.

“Fine. I’ll just go find Hobi.” You huff, wiggling your wrists out of his grasp and going to make your way off of his lap. Deceptively strong arms wind around your back, pulling you back down into his lap with strength that made your pussy throb. You still under his hold, slightly smug at the fact that that seemed to have struck a nerve with him. Seeing that you weren’t going to leave, Yoongi wasted no time to yank at your hair, sending a tingle of pain and pleasure across your scalp. As if your mouth hanging open wasn't enough of a giveaway, the rush of arousal that leaves you at the pull reveal just how much you like the pain. You can feel your resolve slip under his hold and Yoongi chuckles, leaning up so that he can whisper into your ear as his free hand creeps up to hold your chin.

“You and I both know he can’t give you what you want right now,” his fingers creep further up, curling around your bottom lip to hold your mouth open. Spit pools in the back of your throat and Yoongi tuts, nipping at the skin right underneath your ear as he continues to talk. “Isn’t that right, baby? I’m the only one that knows what you really want when you hang your pretty little mouth open like that, right? Everyone else thinks it’s fingers...” he licks at the shell of your ear, “or cock...” he pushes himself into you just right, allowing you to feel the full weight of his cock pressing into your now bare pussy. “But it’s none of that, is it baby?”

You try to swallow but his fingers keep your mouth open, trembling under his intensity. Another tug at your hair sends all thoughts of not answering out the window.

“Hmmmpf,” You slur around his hold, tongue running over the tips of his fingers as you finally choke out what he wants to hear. “Spit in my mouth.” You make out with surprising clarity, not that it mattered, since Yoongi knew exactly what you needed already. He was the only one you had ever admitted your little indulgence to. Not out of embarrassment, but mostly out of the fact that you had solid evidence he shared the same feelings.

Finally satisfied, he lets go of your lip and you take the moment to swallow as he lays the top half of your body over the console, just enough that you have somewhere to lay your head that allows him to hover over you. You feel triumphant when you see Yoongi take a deep shuddering breath to calm himself and stand up, shedding his clothes in one go. His cock stands to attention, thick and pale, as perfect as you remember it to be every time. You feel yourself go loose at the sight of it bobbing in the short few steps he makes over to you. Although the angle is a little weird, he situates himself over you on the loveseat, your thighs trapped under the weight of his pelvis as he leans over top of you. From this angle you can see all of his hair falling around him, the longer dark locks driving you near to insanity with just how perfect he is.

Two long fingers tap at your mouth and you open it obediently. Yoongi’s eyes darken and you can feel his cock jump against your stomach. The waiting is the worst, but soon a thick, translucent glob of spit is descending from his pretty pink lips and before you know it it’s landed in your own mouth. It’s warm and your eyes water at the feeling paired with the satisfied look on his face. You swallow, head spinning, and Yoongi leans down to give you a sloppy kiss, all spit and tongue and you love it so much that you almost miss the way he begins to swipe the head of his cock against your clit. You keen, trying to shift your hips enough that he can slip inside but Yoongi is far too busy with attacking your tits, lapping at one of your nipples and simultaneously pinching the other. You know that once he gets into a groove he’s hard to dissuade, so you let yourself enjoy the sensation of him sucking your nipples into hard peaks that he can play with to his hearts content.

“Yoons,” you gasp at a particularly hard bite. He smiles around you, eyes scrunching up mischievously as you squirm. In his moment of distraction you’re able to snake your hand between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, catching the pre-cum at the tip and dragging it down his impressive length. You love the way he feels under your touch, soft skin and pulsing veins that you cannot ever get enough of. He detaches from your chest, cursing loudly at the feeling as you work him faster.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he gasps, pushing his hair back off of his face, the sheen of sweat he’s worked up making him look ethereal above you. His jaw ticks as you palm at his balls and he growls, pushing your hands away from him as he heaves in a breath.

“Nuh uh, baby. M’ not cumming anywhere if it’s not inside you.” Your stomach flips at his words and before you even have time to beg, he’s pushing two fingers into you. His face shifts into one of concentration as he works you faster, scissoring his fingers for the sole purpose of stretching you open for his cock.

“Dunno how you're still so tight, baby. Every time,” he grunts, running a free finger over your clit experimentally. Immediately you’re keening, the feeling of his hands working you closer to the orgasm he denied you earlier making your toes curl. He crooks his fingers just a bit, keeping up his steady pace to abuse your g-spot. He’s so bulky, hovering over you as his arms flex and bend to bring you to the edge. Your walls clench around him and he groans, swearing to himself.

“Squeezing me so good, baby. Are you gonna cum on me? Get my fingers all wet? ‘S the only way you’re gonna get my cock in you. Come on, sweetie.”

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum-” He simply nods, hair falling forward, and the small gesture he gives as he’s absolutely wrecking you sends you over the edge, cumming so hard your vision goes white. After an entire morning of being built up, the release makes you sag into the loveseat, body singing with relief. Yoongi marvels at the mess you made, groaning at the taste of you on his fingers as he slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Taste so good, baby.” He traces his hand down your side, grounding you with the gentle touch as you recover. When your senses come back to you, the sight of Yoongi’s cock stood at attention against his stomach, angry red at the tip, pushes you back into action. Your legs part to beckon him back in, and he sucks in a breath at the sight. He grasps his cock in his hand, stroking himself a few times before he refocuses on your face.

“Are you okay, baby? Sure you can take it?”

“Yes, Yoongi, please. Just fuck me already.” The whiny tone of your voice makes him chuckle as he leans back down, hand on his cock to help him guide into you.

“So mouthy, baby, what are we gonna do with you?” He coos and smothers you with a kiss as he begins to push into your pussy, the stretch familiar and welcome. You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm but desperate to have him inside of you as he’s finally sinking in. As you become too lost in the pleasure to return his kisses Yoongi resorts to laving at your neck, surely adding bites that will bruise by nightfall.

No matter how many times you took him or any of his bandmates, the stretch still took your breath away as he pushed himself in to the hilt. Yoongi groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, balls snug against your ass as he adjusts to the warmth.

“You take me so well, baby. Fuck. You feel so fucking good.” A throaty groan fills the air as he plants his foot onto the couch and snaps his hips. Pleasure shoots through your stomach, the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls setting you alight. The slow pace is just enough to let any whispers of oversensitivity to disappear and leaves you quickly wanting more.

“Yoongi, ple-uh,” you stutter as he hits your gspot with perfect precision. You swallow thickly, trying to choke out your request. His hand grips your thigh tightly, squeezing the flesh as he continues to fuck into you. “Faster, Yoons,” you finally spit out the words and he heeds them immediately.

“Faster? Hmmm, needy,” he comments, readjusting his grip on your thigh to open you up more to his cock. His pace picks up immediately, the speed of his hips pushing you further up the console of the loveseat. Your hands flail, finding purchase on his wide, pale shoulders. A constant string of moans fall out of your mouth, which only spurs him on. Yoongi smirks, and without warning, leans down and spits directly onto your clit. Although you certainly didn’t need more lubrication, Yoongi knew exactly what the sight would do to you. He runs circles around your clit and you see stars.

“Holy shit, fuck. You’re so hot,” your voice cracks, in complete disbelief of his behavior. Your orgasm is fast approaching again, making your veins feel electric as Yoongi works over your clit relentlessly. Your walls clench around him erratically, and he smirks to himself at the feeling.

“Nasty little baby, clenching around my cock just because I spit on you.” He growls as he leans down, changing the angle of his hips to somehow be more punishing as tears escape without your permission.

“Awe baby, don’t cry.” He reaches for the wetness of your face, abandoning his grip on your thigh and wiping away the tracks. If it weren’t for his cock ruining you, causing the tears you could have chalked the moment up to sincere concern. Your stomach burns with anticipation, orgasm cresting so fast that you can barely warn him before it washes over you. You cum with a scream that doesn’t even sound like your own, all your worries washing away with it as you enjoy the floaty bliss. Yoongi grunts, chanting your name in a giveaway of his own high approaching without relinquishing his work on your clit.

“Couldn’t even tell me, oh fuck, that you had to cum, huh? So fucking good, baby, I’m gonna fill this cute little pussy right up for you,” Even in your hazy state you can tell he wanted to say more, had more nasty thoughts running through his head, but he cums before he can get to them. The hot feeling of his cum flooding your pussy makes you feel light headed again, body instinctively sparking in arousal again even as Yoongi stops his movements.

Yoongi slumps against you, spent and breathing heavy as he slowly drags his cock out of you. Disregarding the mess between your legs he goes right for you, dragging a calloused hand over the perimeter of your face as he starts to coax you back down.

“Hi, baby,” his breath fans across your face, a gentle reminder that he’s actually there, and a dopey smile stretches your lips as you start to come back to your senses. He kisses you deeply, sweetly. A kiss that has no intent other than to comfort and worship you as you recover from your morning.

“Yoongi,” you finally find your voice again, and although it’s hoarse, Yoongi responds in praises.

“We have to sit you up, baby, your back is probably sore.” He sounds apologetic, but you honestly hadn’t even noticed the twinge in your back until he began to pull you upward, into his lap. More of the mess between your legs leaks out and you whine, embarrassed by the feeling now that you’re mostly out of endorphins. Yoongi simply shushes you, holding your body close for the warmth he knows you’re craving. He speaks to you in slow, dulcet tones until you can finally respond with more than noncommittal hums, and carries you gingerly to the bathroom where the shower is already running. He washes you off under the hot stream, sharing giggles when he examines your back for any evidence of bruising or breakage. Yoongi pulls you to his room, shutting down protests from the youngest three boys about not getting to see you yet today, and settles you into his bed for a long overdue nap.

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blacksapphhicmaddonna · 3 months

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THEME #1: FLUFF - SHURIRI WEEK

PROMPTS: Sleeping Together, "Don't Go"

short fluffy "shuribble" (shuriri themed drabble w/ an extendo clip - 500 words max), dialogue heavy. sfw!

taglist: @shuririweek@lppriceisright@Mysticalmarss@darkangelchronicles@princessmel-1995@xenaizogie@nanii2x@pinkroses98@@mybonafidefeelings@gr00vyminibus@zeezeecave@just4shyt3z@s0lam33y

if you wanna join taglist, lmk! link in my masterpost!

purple heart divider by @firefly-graphics

Shuri squinted as harsh rays of Cambridge morning light shone through the several intentionally uncovered square windows facing the small bed. Riri swore she did that so she would be forced to get up early to work before classes but Shuri was nearly convinced it had something to do with the time difference so often between them but she was accustomed by now to letting Riri lie a little bit to protect her pride. She didn't quite see the need, given that Shuri thought the world of her, especially her messiness.

Shuri's cat like abilities came in handy for moments like this, allowing her to slide from underneath the smaller woman with ease. She wishes the herb would've provided her a more withstanding bladder, hating to miss even a moment of true rest nestled deep in a too small bed with her "friend". After untangling fingers and limbs silently, Shuri pulls on a large black hoodie from the floor to brace against the frigidness of the room around her. Before she can take a step, she's kicked in the leg by an unsocked foot - since Riri claimed sleeping with socks made you a serial killer. "Hayi!" "Don't go." "I'm not leaving, just going to pee." "I know you're not leaving. You're not stupid enough to make me your enemy." "You're talking in your sleep again." Shuri mocks fondly remembering the last time she was here, listening to Riri mutter equations and something about Shuri that she has yet to say consciously. "You're warm. Come back." Riri slurs, fighting her sleep hard. "One minute, swear it." "I'm counting." After rushing in the bathroom (which is just as cold as she remembered it being, much to her Wakandan dismay), Shuri finds her way back to the bed just as silently as she had left it. Trying to tuck herself back in, Riri interrupts once again. "Uh uh. Take the hoodie off." "Excuse me?" "Just because it's yours doesn't mean you can wear it. It's property of Riri Williams now. Plus I need your warm, super powered skin." "You're something else, you know?" "Hurry up." "You're pretty demanding." "198." Riri says, pulling the blanket up to her chin and stretching her short legs out. "Hmm?" "198 seconds. Over three minutes, by the way. That's how long you took in the bathroom. 198 seconds of our 259,200 seconds total." "You missed me." Shuri says as she slips the hoodie off in one smooth movement that Riri pretended not to notice. "Maybe neither of us are even awake right now and this is all a dream." "What a shame that would be." Shuri says, sliding back into the bed and wrapping her arms around the sassy scientist. Riri nuzzles in without a word. A few moments go by until Shuri decides to interrupt. "You know, if I wear the hoodie, it'll smell like me." "Maybe we can make an arrangement." They lay in blissful silence, slowly falling back into a warm sleep. 258,900 seconds to go.

#shuririweek #shuririweek2024 #shuri #riri #shuri udaku #riri williams #black panther #iron heart

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nikkisheep · 2 years

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Waking up to you

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smoking weed

A/N: I have never written anything so if it's bad or off character, I'm so sorry. I tried my best. Also its like 2:30 in the morning.

Eddie Munson is snoring in my ear. Loudly. His arm is wrapped around me like a blanket and it was getting too warm for me to handle. Never in a million years did I think I would end up here, in bed with a shirtless Eddie behind me. I blink my eyes open and adjust to the dull lighting of his trailer. His uncle was out of town when Eddie invited me over to smoke with him. I mean after all we have been friends forever.

Last night, things might have changed though. Blame it on the weed or how beautiful he looked with his hair falling around his smiling face, but I kissed him. I kissed Eddie Munson, my best friend. But he kissed me back. That kiss turned into a make out session but nothing further. Not that I did not want it too, but because Eddie said, "I wanna do things right, take you to dinner first".

So here I am, laying in bed with my shirtless best friend hugging me from behind. Eddie stirs a bit, causing me to hold my breath. I hadn't realized that I was moving around because I have to pee. I hear Eddie groan as he stretched his legs and rolled away from me. I frowned until I noticed that he was fixing his pillow. I turn over to look at him. His hair was slightly in his face and his brows were furrowed with concentration. He huffs when he gets the pillow how he wants it.

"What?" He asks with a smile, looking at me.

"Nothing, just thought I would never be waking up to you like this." I say with my own smile.

"Oh so you thought about waking up to me? Next time try waking me up with a kiss," He says with a smirk forming.

"In your dreams, Munson."

"How do you know of the dreams, Y/n?" He says with a hand over his bare chest, over where his heart should be.

"I am a mind reader." I giggle. Eddie looks at me with a look of adoration.

"What?" I ask.

"You're so beautiful." He says before pulling me into a gentle kiss. Testing the boundaries.

"You have no idea how long I have been wanting to kiss you sweetheart." He says before kissing me again.

Sweetheart. Something Eddie has called me so many times, but this time it feels different. We pull apart all to soon for me and Eddie gets up to pull on a pair of jeans and his Hellfire shirt. I just now realized that Eddie, my best friend, was wearing only his boxers last night to bed. God, how strong was that weed? Eddie catches me staring at him and he smirks.

"Take a picture, princess. It'll last longer," he says before heading out to the kitchen area of the trailer. I roll my eyes and get out of bed. I throw on a skirt and a tank top that Eddie has me leave over here when I stay over. Most of the time, Eddie sleeps on the couch or we share the bed but no cuddling. Like at all. It's no big deal sharing a bed but last night had so much more meaning behind it.

"Are you coming to eat breakfast or what?" Eddie shouts from the kitchen.

"Please tell me you are not cooking," I shout back before heading to him.

"I am offended at the accusation that I can not cook. I am an amazing cook, Y/n."

"Tell that to my cat."

"Your cat is just very picky."

"Just admit you can't cook, Munson."

"Never."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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masckarlach · 6 months

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OC questions tag meme!

THANK U USER FRAY @bg3 FOR TAGGING ME!!

i will be doing only wren bc ill be so honest theyre the only bitch ive developed

under cut :3

Name:

wren!! chose virtue name harmony but doesnt use it bc she thinks its cringe (subject to change throughout game, not Quite sure)

Nickname(s):

tavernkeeps tend to call them birdie or little bird :p other than that, their older sister calls them spots a lot (due to her little boney growths along their forehead and cheeks)

Gender:

wren doesnt think about gender much other than their chest is a nuisance. they dont think abt it in the sense that being a woman isnt something they necessarily like. see themself as similarly with being a man itslike. nonbinary by virtue of genuinely just not percieving themself and not wnating to

Star sign:

copypasting frays explanation here!! im not so good at lore stuff so my answer will be... off!

this is a little difficult because realms lore has changed on this a lot, if i'm correct in my information. from people being blessed by stars or entire consellations to each month actually having a sign in more recent lore. here is a link anyone doing this for realms ocs (like bg3 ocs) can use to figure this out! the lore on stars and consellations in the realms is spotty at best, but this could be helpful if you wanna go that route!

wren was born at the end of marpenoth, a few days from the start of uktar :3 their sign is praying mantis but i dont know what this means

Height:

just wanted to show wrenlach height giff :3

Orientation:

wren themself isnt too sure of this. theyre pretty sure theyre not into men but they like... havent really explored much outside of flirting with everyone they meet. they dont know but i do. trheyre a nonbinary lesbian.

Nationality/Ethnicity:

wrens an Unspecified Tiefling with a human mother born and raised and living pre Worm Abduction in the lower city of baldurs gate

Favourite fruit:

wren likes apples and pears :3 they think they taste like sand but they like the taste of sand

Favourite season:

wren likes whenever its not too hot and not too cold and not too windy and not too polleny. consitution (8) of a sheltered victorian noble child

Favourite flower:

wren likes potato flowers :3 theyve always been more of a herb person than a flower person truth be told

Favourite scent:

freshly baked bread. when its still soft. a little luxury she afforded herself once in a while whilst in baldurs gate, occasionally given as payment for a days work. wren likes the smell of bread.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate:

given the lack of monster energies in faerun lets go coffee. she thinks it tastes like pee pee and poo poo but shotguns it bc it makes her buzz

Average hours of sleep:

anywhere between 1 and 24 hours. roll a dice baby.

Dog or cat person:

wrens an equal opportunities animal enjoyer. dogs maybe. bc wren likes birds and cats keep killing her friends

Dream trip:

wren would like to stay home tbh. adventuring has made them grow as a person bc if they had their way theydve stayed curled up with the artifact in an abandoned house theyd found

Favourite fictional character:

the mermaid from the mermaid smut book wyll, wylls dad and shart have read.

Number of blankets they sleep with:

ideally every blanket in existence. they can make do with 1, maybe even none but they will complain abt being cold and the lack of pressure

Random fact:

wren bites their fingers so her hands are always chapped and bleeding

TAGS!!!!!!!!!!

@bigfatlesbian @oyyokat @orkbutch @lesbianshadowheart @atomicbouquet-heart and anyone else who wants 2 :p

#oc: wren #sorry if this is contradictory or anything that just adds to wrens character. everything isay is canon even when it contradicts other thign #ive said are canon.

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lookslikethatsallthetimewehave · 6 months

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Can you make a list of all known/implied deaths in Poptropica? Just curious.

I'm not a perfect person... so I might be missing some 😅

Islands

Nabooti Island:

Those two ghosts

Astro-Knights Island:

Binary Bard most definitely killed some people, being a space tyrant and all!

Mordred mentions his mom at one point, who's probably dead.

Counterfeit Island:

Black Widow probably killed some people, cause thief

Skullduggery Island:

Captain Crawfish probably killed some people, cause pirate.

Also Governor Ridley, and you see his gravestone.

Steamworks Island:

Captain Ziggs

Wild West Island:

Mustachio probably killed some people, cause bandit. Among his other crimes.

Ghost Story Island:

I mean... it's Ghost Story Island...

Aside from the known ghosts in the island, this Pee-wee Herman looking guy's uncle is dead.

Vampire's Curse Island:

Count Bram and Annabelle

Also his cat too I guess...

Cactus Von Garlic killed some vampires during his career.

Some people...

Super Villain Island:

An unknown amount of people who went into the villain’s dreams and never came back... thanks Zeus.

Survival Island:

Actually, there's no evidence that MVB started hunting humans before Max McGullicutty. But we can assume :) For obvious reasons.

Arabian Nights Island:

An unknown amount of people who were killed by Scheherazade in order to find the genie lamp. Although it was undone by the end. (Yay?)

Mission Atlantis Island:

The Atlantis alien

PoptropiCon Island:

Omegon is dead? I guess XD

Although he reappears in Wild Safari, so they patched him up!

Mini-games/islands

Haunted House:

These people who died from strange reasons, and the ghost cat.

Some of these monsters are dead, or undead.

Spook Central:

There are some ghosts that Dreadnaught catches.

Dr. Hare's Revenge:

RIP Carotenoid the Rabbot, who was killed by Dr. Hare for not being sinister enough.

Poptropica Comic

Balloon Animal Island:

Jorge pops some poor babies :(

Poptropica Graphic Novels

Mystery of the Map:

Thorlak got blown up by that cat!

The Lost Expedition:

Lieutenant Rogers got killed by that polar bear.

The H.M.S. Terror crew died in real life.

The Secret Society:

Octavian killed some people...

although it was (presumably) undone by the Protectors.

Also erased the ancient Egyptians, and Spencer Albright went with them.

The End of Time:

Those Pompeii people died, including Paulla.

Mya's mom died from an unspoken sickness.

Poptropica Books

Astro-Knights Island:

Simon and Alice's parents are completely MIA (although Alice does mention her father was a thief). They're forced to work as servants in the castle to survive...

Cryptids Island:

Harold Mews' mentions his father, who is most likely dead.

If you have any more, I'll add it to the list :D

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freneticfloetry · 3 months

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hello courtney, incoming with a hyper-specific and random ask: do you have a signature scent/favourite perfume? if so, what is it <3 if alternatively/in addition, what is your favourite candle/home fragrance scent?

Lola my love, you could not possibly have known this about me, but this is one of my favorite topics ever.

I’ve been wearing the fine perfume oils of @blackphoenixalchemylab since 2004 (hilariously enough, the same year I started writing!). My stash is ridiculously huge, like hundreds of bottles, and indeed, I do have ones that are almost twenty years old — one of the fantastic things about oils is that they age, and change, and get better with time, like fine wine. Sometimes I think my oil chest is the thing I’d grab from a fire, second only to my cat.

The best thing about BPAL, though, is that it’s so dependent on skin chemistry. The exact same blend can smell wildly different on everyone. It does mean that I have death notes — honey, for instance, however lovely it may smell in the bottle, smells exactly like cat pee on me. There’s exactly one blend with a honey note that I can actually wear, Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife, and even then, there’s a solid ten minutes of drydown time when I smell like a walking litter box. But nothing demonstrates the power of skin chemistry better than this review of Jingo-Kogo v6. (Don’t drink anything while you read.)

I have a whole list of Holy Grail blends, but my biggest one is probably an old April Fools’ Day blend called Monster Bait: Underpants. It’s a slightly sweet gourmand with whiffs of saffron and a sandalwood base, and it smells delicious but not like food. It’s kind of a special occasion wear, though, since it was literally only available for one day and I only have so much. My everyday blend at the moment wavers between one of this year’s Yules, Lavender Earl Grey Cookies, one of the old Amanda Palmer collabs, Cupcake Splatter Pattern Analysis, and a long lost Pickman Gallery blend, Undine Comes Into the House of the Fishermen.

I highly recommend BPAL to pretty much any and everyone I meet (poor @hoko-onchi-writes can testify to this). Their catalog is massive. They partner with awesome people for awesome collabs inspired by their work, Mark Waid and Peter S. Beagle and probably most notably Neil Gaiman — there’s a licensed perfume line for all his greatest hits. There’s a healthy helping of nostalgia — childhood tales, the aforementioned Beagle line for “The Last Unicorn,” even a line for The Fraggles. And all of it is absolutely magical. Beth's ability to capture imagery and concepts and feelings in a bottle is simply mind-boggling and must be smelled to be believed. I mean, they were commissioned to do a blend for the Smurf movie premiere, and I swear the best way to describe Smurf Essence is that it smells blue. They also support worthy causes far and wide (and loudly and proudly), so be sure to check out their full and fabulous line of activism perfume.

Wow, that was a lot. Sorry. 🤣

(My candle answer is much shorter! In general, I love love love cashmere blends, but my favorite candle ever is Archipelago Botanicals’ Black Forest. Especially this time of year.)

#asked and answered

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chiskz · 1 year

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《 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐗 𝐍𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 》

♡taglist: @alyszaen , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity

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♡ 𝟓𝟎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

1. How did you get your name? If you know the reason, please let us know.

CC: Ichi means "one"! I chose this name myself, wanting to become number 1, hahaha.

2. What nickname were you called when you were little?

CC: I didn't have nicknames.

3. What does your family call you?

CC: By my full name.

4. What is your unique charm point?

CC: I'm the best listener in the world.

5. When you were a student, what subjects did you take pride in and what were you not good at?

CC: I was good at a little bit of everything, but nothing in particular.

6. Do you organize your computer desktop and smartphone apps? Do you keep them downloaded?

CC: No, I leave them as they are because my brain quickly gets used to their original arrangement.

7. Do you organize your cameraroll?

CC: I only delete photos if needed.

8. What's your current smartphone wallpaper?

CC: Sleeping I.N.

9. If you were to spend your time off with the members, who would you be with and what would you do?

CC: I want to visit Cat Island with Lee Know.

10. If you had 1 day off?

CC: I would finish the kdrama I started.

11. If you had 1 month off?

CC: I would visit Japan and hang out with my friends.

12. What are your personal preferences for your room and interior?

CC: Sensory board in my room.

13. When you're busy at work or things aren't going as planned, what do you do to refresh yourself?

CC: Work out.

14. What's your favorite number?

CC: 1 and 9!

15. What do you always do everyday?

CC: Bother my members, hahaha.

16. What was the best thing you ate recently?

CC: Cheese ramen.

17. What made you laugh the most recently?

CC: Seungmin makes me laugh every day, so it must have been something he said.

18. What made you surprised recently?

CC: One of my favorite restaurants has closed.

19. What have you searched for recently?

CC: Food delivery website. I still didn't download the app, hahaha.

20. What was your recent dream about?

CC: I don't really have dreams.

21. What do you do when you can't sleep at night?

CC: I go to the room of one of my members, I fall asleep with someone immediately.

22. Is your sleeping position good or bad?

CC: ... I do my best 😭

23. If you could use one magic?

CC: Healing.

24. What would you do if a zombie appeared in front of you?

CC: I would teach him "God's Menu" choreography and debut him ASAP.

25. What frightens you the most in this world?

CC: Being alone.

26. Who is the quickest member to reply messages?

CC: I.N, Felix and me.

27. Which member easily succumbs to loneliness the most?

CC: Me. I can't stand being alone.

28. Which member has the biggest gap between on stage and the usual?

CC: I.N's gap has increased recently. He's getting more confident on stage and his facial expressions are really eye-catching. Offstage, he's still his calm, fluffy self.

29. What do you always do before you go on stage?

CC: Pee.

30. How do you relieve tension?

CC: By using sensory toys. I have plenty of them.

31. Of the 9, what is the thing you're second to none?

CC: I believe it's weightlifting.

32. What are some unforgettable scenes and happenings from your world tour so far?

CC: Energy of STAY is different and equally amazing in every country, so every concert is unforgettable!

33. It's almost the 4th anniversary of your debut and 5th anniversary of Stray Kids. Do you remember when you were 4-5 years old?

CC: 5 years old? That's when I went outside with my sister when it was cold and caught the fateful flu!

34. What do you feel has changed the most since 4 years ago?

CC: My self-esteem.

35. Which member do you think has changed the most since 4 years ago?

CC: I think we've all changed. We have matured.

36. What kind of artist do you want to be 5 years from now on?

CC: I want to be an artist whose fans are proud to listen to him.

37. What would you like to do in 2023?

CC: I want to keep studying. I am thinking about further studies in the field of law and constantly improving my choreography skills.

38. Tell us about the members' TMI today!

CC: I fell asleep in the living room with Bang Chan today.

39. What are the members' standard way of living in the dormitory?

CC: After all, hardly anyone here likes to eat alone, so each of us is always looking for a companion.

40. When do you feel the most joy in doing your job?

CC: When I run around the stage with my members and STAY do nothing but cheer loudly!

41. If possible, can you praise yourself?

CC: It's not possible.

42. What would you like to do with STAY?

CC: Watch funny things on Y*uT*be together and eat popcorn!

43. What do you like about Stray Kids?

CC: Each of them is unique and different, but we all share common dreams and goals. We're family.

44. Any studying tips for STAY?

CC: Use colors in your notes, but don't overdo it! Optimally, 3 to 4 different colors should be used.

45. How do you feel about the fact that you've recently started contributing to songwriting as well?

CC: I thought I would never do it because I was never good with my words. The members, however, inspired me enough that the words came by themselves.

46. So far, you are the only one from Stray Kids to have released your solo album, a digital one. Do you feel better as a soloist or a member of a group?

CC: Ah no no, I've never been a soloist, I've never debuted solo! I keep emphasizing that it's the "CHICHI OF STRAY KIDS" ' album because I want it to be clear. I don't like being alone so soloist's life is not for me.

47. Do members consult you for Japanese language advice?

CC: Yes, although they are already quite good at it themselves! Mostly I work with 3RACHA when it comes to Japanese songs, I help translate or write them.

48. What's the song you can't stop listening to lately?

CC: "Antifragile" by LE SSERAFIM! I think I've been listening to this song at least once a day since its release, hahaha.

49. Do you feel that you are the oldest member of Stray Kids?

CC: Absolutely not. Everyone seems to forget about it too and bully Bang Chan about it (I'm sorry Bang Chan!).

50. One message to yourself from the past?

CC: It's hard and it's going to be even harder. But remember that it will also be worth it!

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♡ CHICHI in members' answers:

* all members mentioned Chichi as the fastest responder to messages

* all members mentioned Chichi as person who succumbs loneliness the most

* I.N mentioned Chichi as a person who is sometimes more "maknae-line-like" than himself, because she is everywhere, always looking for company and enjoying small things

* Changbin replied that he currently has a photo of Chichi from the restaurant as his phone wallpaper

* Bang Chan, Felix, Hyunjin and Changbin mentioned Chichi as having the biggest personality gap between onstage and offstage ("she seems unapproachable and fierce onstage, but offstage just pat her on the head and she's yours")

♡𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐭

#oc-ommunity #kpop addition #stray kids 9th member #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #stray kids female addition

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miatsai · 8 months

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Bitter Medicine omake

otherwise known as "correct incorrect Bitter Medicine," or maybe "incorrect correct Bitter Medicine." either way, spoilers for anyone who hasn't finished, though as a person who doesn't care about spoilers, i think you can go ahead and read regardless.

Tony barges into Elle’s house on the heels of an unlocking glyph, entering as insouciantly as the wind itself. Sure, he might have a spare key, but there’s no fun in using it, nor is there any fun in ringing the doorbell like some normal person who respects boundaries. Like a cat, Tony believes he’s meant to be anywhere and everywhere. Unlike a cat, however, he won’t pee on something to mark his territory.

Before the character of 開 even fades from his fingertips, he’s met with, in order: a chokehold; a knife at his throat; and a cold-faced, dead-eyed Luc.

But Tony is prepared. Despite what his sister thinks of him, he’s not the carefree, vain playboy she believes he is. A significant amount of the time, yes, he is, but he has his life and his affairs in order, which was not a goal Elle could boast of achieving a year ago. Tony is well aware that Luc was alerted to his presence by the sound of the car pulling up the drive and by the cadence of Tony’s footsteps on the front walk. The whole manufactured situation serves multiple purposes. It’s a test of Luc’s readiness, for one thing, and maybe it’s a bit of a hazing, too, for daring to shack up with Elle, but most importantly, it’s Tony’s way of getting Luc close.

The chokehold never lands, nor does the knife. Tony exhales cheerfully as Luc stops half a centimeter away, kept from touching Tony through use of a shell glyph and a generous borrowing of Shénnóng’s qì. Luc takes a second too long to relax, and it’s that second Tony uses to flip into his second sight—no, that makes him sound like a mystic—his qì eyes—no, not that either—his Tony Vision. He scans Luc quickly from head to toe, taking note of Luc’s meridians and energy centers, making sure everything remains as put as it was when Tony had anchored those points months ago. They sometimes look like they might not stay put, which necessitates these checkups. Tony already has had to make tiny, secret adjustments, which Luc has taken as Tony being overly handsy and affectionate.

Elle is harder to fool, and Tony’s just waiting for the day when she sits him down with a pot of tea and asks, in a direct but gentle fashion, how much time Luc has left.

Tony pushes clear of Luc, whose face hasn’t yet freed itself completely from being in “destroy” mode. “You’re armed in your own house?”

Luc flicks his switchblade closed and takes a step back. “A strange, unwanted man keeps intruding. I stay vigilant.”

“She’ll leave you if you kill me.” Grant appears from behind the couch and twines himself around Tony’s legs. Tony leans down to give the orange tom a scratch.

“Don’t give me a reason to, then. Why are you here?”

“I’ve decided,” Tony says, straightening, “that the inside and outside of your house is ugly. I can’t do much about the inside yet—”

“I don’t take interior design pointers from someone who considers his own portrait the height of décor,” Luc interrupts.

“But the outside is a greige mess and that, I can fix.” Tony spreads his arms wide. “I’ve a bit of a green thumb, if I do say so myself, and some color would really enliven this place. It’s a millennial color scheme dream, which means it’s really a nightmare.”

Luc’s face, which had shifted away from murder to blatant distaste, returns to murder. “No.”

The sliding door to the backyard opens, and Elle enters, her eyes narrowed. “Tony, you have a key! Don’t tell me you broke the doorframe again with 開! I told you specifically to use 開鎖!”

“First, is that any way to greet your elder brother, and second, your doorframe is fine, and I used 開 only on the lock and not the door, so please unclench over property damage.”

“He wants to do landscaping,” Luc says. “I have said no. This is a rental.”

“And that’s my problem . . . how?” There are already plants in the backseat and trunk of Tony’s car. He doesn’t believe in asking permission, only begging forgiveness.

“Oh, no,” Elle says, lifting an ink-stained hand and covering her eyes briefly. “Tony, you can’t.”

“Oh, yes, I can.”

“Absolutely not.” Luc’s voice is fetchingly firm. Add in that accent, and it’s no wonder Elle’s done what she’s done.

“It’s too late. I’ve got my buddies in the car. I’m going to make the front of your house look like someone who gives a damn lives here.”

Elle heaves a sigh. “You might as well give up, Luc. Tony gets really weird about plants.”

“I miss my friends.” It had broken a piece of Tony’s heart to leave his plants behind in Raleigh. He’d tended some of them for over a decade. They’d been his longest relationships outside his family.

“I told you,” Elle says. “Really weird. Let him do it and see what happens.”

“You’ll have a beautiful yard, is what’s going to happen.” Tony pulls a fresh pair of gardening gloves out from his back pocket, then slaps them into his open palm. “You’ll see. This is going to be the Redfin star of the block.”

Elle takes hold of Luc’s hands, gripping them hard enough for her knuckles to show white. “You go and do that, Tony. Enjoy yourself.”

It is perhaps a little alarming how easily Elle is rolling over and showing her belly, but Tony sets the warning feeling in his gut aside. He’s doing her a favor. He’s doing himself a favor as well because he can’t stand being in places that aren’t beautiful. Somehow, even though Elle is churning out calligraphy and paintings from her chaos shack in the yard, there isn’t a single piece of hers on the walls. There probably aren’t even nail holes. Luc’s doing, no doubt.

“I’ll let you know when I’m done!” Tony says.

“I’m sure you will,” Luc mutters.

***

“My hydrangeas!” Tony wails three weeks later, standing aghast in front of Elle’s house. The driver’s-side door to his car is open. The engine is still running; the keys are swinging from the ignition. He’s probably breaking some California law against idling, but he doesn’t care.

The row of bushes he planted in front of the house is gone as if it never existed, replaced by a mulch bed. A single sphere of blue hydrangea flowers lies wilting atop it, taunting him. The reason for the multiple paper compost bags at the curb becomes stunningly clear. Clear, too, is the danger he’s presently about to be. “Luc, what the fuck!”

The curtains to the front windows are drawn slowly open, and Luc’s face appears. He unlocks the window and pushes it up, the frame screeching against itself. “I told you not to do it. Elle told you not to do it. You did it anyway. You’ve only yourself to blame.”

“Is it a crime to be beautiful?” Tony cries.

“You didn’t match the plants to others in the hydrozone, you didn’t account for the runoff, the existence of which breaks the county code, you didn’t ask permission from the landlord, and you didn’t plant according to the HOA bylaws.” Luc rattles off all the rules Tony has broken in a deadpan voice. “And you’re idling. Shut the car off.”

Tony stomps over to the car and yanks the keys out, then slams the door extra loud. “Your landlord sucks.”

“You owe me for my time, materials, and labor. I will email you an invoice.” Luc shuts the window and draws the curtains.

Tony would laugh if he weren’t so upset at the waste of living things. He’s got a love of greenery on account of growing up surrounded by wilderness. He’d talked to those hydrangeas as he’d planted them, dammit, and told them he was proud of them and everything. He might have also added a little bit of magic to speed them along their way. Last week, orbs of pink and green and white and blue had greeted him, making Elle’s house the prettiest on the block. This week, it’s back to being a house only HGTV and gentrifiers could love.

His phone buzzes with a text. Tony fishes it out, staring at the screen as he realizes the text is from Elle. I’m sorry, it reads. You do kind of owe Luc, though.

“Owe him for what?” Tony hollers at the windows.

A moment later, his phone buzzes again. He didn’t say anything when our landlord sent a nastygram. He didn’t say anything when the HOA showed up at the door. He covered for you and said he’d take out the plamts

The phone buzzes again. Plants*

It buzzes a fourth time. I think that’s worth a thank you, don’t you? He’s jock about the invoice.

And a fifth time. Jocking

Buzz number six. Not jocking! Joking! I hate autocorrect!

Tony texts back furiously. You can turn that shit off you know. and thanks i guess for not snitching. i won’t charge you for the plants and labor and luc can not charge me for his labor and we’ll call it even

The curtain is pushed aside, and Luc opens the window again. “It is not even.”

Elle opens the door, though in reality, she opens it, Luc shuts it, and she opens it again. “It’s even. Mulch is not that expensive and Luc had a great time ruining your day, except for the part where he stank. Come in, Tony. Want some tea?”

Of course Tony wants tea that he doesn’t have to make. He hides a smile as he thinks about Luc smelling like mulch. He was probably in hell, that fastidious asshole. “No one can snitch on me if I handle the interior, right?”

The last thing Tony sees is Luc’s glare in the magical California sunlight before the door slams shut.

#incorrect bitter medicine #bitter medicine spoilers #bitter medicine #posting on my tumblr like i'm not a published author or something #anyway here's tony

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year

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New Guy

Pt. 4 of a mini series

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fiction

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

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Lemz, Fluff, Mild Snzfet, Blood, Cheating& Angst

Author’s Notes: Me and Geez are really enjoying this non-canon story of the boys so here we are at part 4! This one will probably wind up being longer than the last two. Please enjoy! 🫶🏻 Once again @aller-geez owns Remi and did the art!

“No!!! Get it away from me!!” Levi squealed loudly as he ran circles around the seating of the living room.

“Come ooonnn just give it a little lick,” the wolf cackled as he chased the leopard around with a shoe. If there was one thing the cat hated more than wearing shoes, it was spiders. Even ones that were dead on the bottom of Remi’s boot. Finding themselves at a cross roads, Levi on one side of the couch, Remi on the other. The cat was quick to run about to avoid inevitable doom.

“Remi!!!!!” He whined stomping his feet now as he panicked, switching between trying to sprint left and trying to sprint right. However, every move he made, the wolf would follow suit. “Remi, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off I’m going to piss on everything you love in this life, AND the next,” he said in a serious tone towards the grinning goofball. It had been about four weeks since the other roomies left on their mission. In that span Levi and Remi had spent a lot of time together, laughing, watching tv shows, getting stoned and listening to music while they just talked about their dreams, pasts and goals in life. They had managed to keep their time together platonic with light flirtatious banter. Despite how badly the urges coursed through them both. The leopard and wolf had found themselves becoming inseparable. “I swear by it Remington! I’ll pee on EVERYTHING!” Threatening the older again with a carefree giggle.

“Maybe I have a piss kink, you don’t know,” his smile playful as he continued to twitch and flinch every time the leopard did. Levi paused and looked at him with a disgusted expression.

“Say it isn’t so…” an appalled hand at his chest now as the raven haired man could not contain himself, he busted into a chorus of laughter.

“Ooo~ maaaaybeee~ is the putty tat afwaid of a wittle piddle??” The teasing continued before Levi hurled himself over the back of the couch, launching himself into a full blown tackle. Knocking Remi over with a loud thud, as they collided. Laughing together for a moment before gently, but playfully shoving the leopard off him. “Damn you’re like a bag of 20 dead bodies, why are you so dense??” They both laughed once more before the smaller shrugged.

“Must be a cat thing,” he was giggly, he couldn’t help it, it was like happiness was contagious when they were around each other. Looking at Remi with his light colored baby blues, the man couldn’t help but melt as their eyes bore into each other.

“You are so beautiful, you know?” The wolf said before looking surprised at himself for admitting something like that out loud to another.

“I could say the same about you,” the flushed cat responded as he could feel the butterflies doing kick flips in his stomach. They both couldn’t help but cheese at each other for a few more minutes. However, it didn’t take Levi’s ADHD long to find itself in need of enrichment, he sat up and looked down at Remi now. “Wanna play a game?”

“What kind of game?” The wolf raised a curious brow.

“I don’t know…we don’t really have any…” Levi muttered a bit disappointed for bringing up the idea without anything of substance to suggest.

“What do you mean? You have a switch right there with tons of games!” Clearly misunderstanding the other, which could only make the cat laugh.

“No silly! I mean like a board game, or something…we just…don’t have any…” looking around perplexed by how they could entertain themselves. “Could play spin the bottle but…not very thrilling when you know who it’ll land on…” sighing with defeat. Remi chuckled once through his nose and then in a sarcastic tone he responded.

“You don’t need to make up a reason if you wanna make out with me, Levi, it’s okay just say that,” winking a glossy green eye before giving him teasing kissy faces. Levi rolled his ocean blues but still laughed, then sucked in a gasp of air to mock a sound of offense.

“How dare! I am MUCH more forward than that, thank you!” They both let out loud, freeing laughs before Remi sat up, palms flat on the ground on each side of him and made another suggestion.

“Ok ok, what about, Truth or Dare?” Turning his head, raising his eyebrows in a “ehhh??” Kind of fashion. Levi squinted at the wolf, looking him up and down.

“You just wanna dare me to get naked,” sticking his tongue out jokingly.

“Let’s be honest….Do I need a game for that?” Raising a challenging brow to his roommate that returned with a bright beaming blush before he shoved the other without much force. Remi didn’t budge, which only amused him more.

“Stop flirting with me I’m a taken man!” Levi giggled, but Remi felt the sting of that. The leopard was a taken man, and everyday he couldn’t understand why they were still together. The wolf understands trauma bonding but damn…even when their connection was this strong VS him with Al? It was undeniable, but the raven haired man just had to swallow it.

“You started it,” shrugging with a flat tone, before he stood up now, extending a hand out to Levi inviting him to do the same. The cat took his hand and quickly jumped to his feet, looking curiously at the man. “We gonna play or nah?” Still trying to keep in good spirits, despite the metaphorical knife that was unknowingly sticking out of his chest.

“Yeah let’s do it!” The cat said cheerfully, but it would be a flat out lie if Levi said he didn’t notice the shift in Remi’s attitude just now. What was he supposed to do? Give everything up and run away into the sunset with Remi? Logistically, he didn’t see how it could work. His income alone wouldn’t cut it for New York rent. They’re roommates, and it would be weird. Either one of them, or both of them would have to move, and it could damage his relationship with his sister that he had just gotten back. The anxiety was starting to fill up and he could feel himself losing it slowly. The more he thought too deeply into the sticky mess that was his and Remi’s new situationship, he found himself on the brink of losing it. Levi was not well equipped with conundrums like such. However, he couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t simply leave Remi alone, there was an inner pull, something that begged him to be next to the other. Remi started to notice Levi standing there, a little too long, a little too quiet. The man was clearly dissociating in the middle of the living space and the wolf knew it was his fault. ‘Damn it…he can tell…’ but instead of maybe communicating their feelings, no no, Remi swallowed the seriousness that started to fog up the room. “Hey, I dare you…to eat a spoonful of mustard…” he mumbled, trying to get a start on the game.

“Whoa! Whoa whoa!” Levi snapped out of his trance and started waving his hands about. “I don’t get any choices here? Just diving right into spoonful of mustard town??” Looking slightly appalled at the suggestion. This got them both to crack a smile finally, before waving a gentle hand.

“Alright, alright…Truth or Dare?” Remi asked flashing that charming grin of his.

“Truth, please and thanks,” feeling smug, smart and safe, Levi’s guard was down and Remi took the opportunity.

“Who’s better looking? Me or Al?” Wiggling his eyebrows. Could this question hurt his own feelings? Yes. However, he was confident enough to know the answer wouldn’t. Light pink dust sprinkled across the male’s freckled face. Oh, so Truth was in fact, not safe.

“You are…you smug bitch,” squinting over at the wolf, both of them wearing the same goofy smile.

“Don’t you forget it,” Remi bit the lower corner of his lip once before letting it go, the action far too attractive for Levi to keep staring, he looked away.

“So uh, Truth or dare, then?” He asked shyly now.

“Dare me up, baby,” giving finger guns to show his lack of fear for what Levi could possibly make him do.

“Uhhhmmmm…” looking around, Levi wasn’t truly a creative person when it came to dares, so it was taking a while to consider. He looked left, right, across the room, down…oh? Down….“I dare you to lick the bottom of my foot!” Gasping loudly, the wolf was shocked at the suggestion.

“That’s so mean…..fine…bring it here,” he sighed loudly plopping himself down on the couch and extending a hand out, his eyes rolled back with impatience. Clearly displeased with his dare, which felt like a win to Levi. Giggling as he scooted next to the man, and slowly lifting his leg to place his foot in said extended Remi hand. The emerald eyed male lifted it slowly, examining it back and forth.

“Oh my god, just lick it!” Levi laughed at the other’s hesitation.

“Gimme a second okay! I have to mentally prepare!!” Closing his eyes, breathing deeply, then quickly, darting out his tongue to slide against the bottom of Levi’s, relatively clean sole. The leopard burst into laughter and started wiggling immediately.

“Ok ! Ok! I concede!!! It tickles!!” The cat continued to laugh and struggle, but Remi now held tight to his foot and, without reserve this time, licked once more. This caused Levi to let out a high pitched shriek. “NoOoOo!!” Laughing as he tried to desperately pull his leg back. After a bit of a brawl between the two, Remi did in fact let go, chuckling much harder at the other’s reaction.

“Hey! You told me to!” Catching a breath between giggle fits.

“Not twice!! That second one was laced with vengeance! I know it!” Holding his legs closed and to his chest whilst on the furthest end of the couch now, he lifted his two index fingers in a cross. Remi held onto his gut as he let out another satisfied chortle.

“Ok, Truth or Dare?” Finally calmed enough to take his turn, Levi considered and weighed out all his options. Realizing there was no escaping the cruel man’s games, he sighed.

“Dare?” His eyebrows wincing at what was to come next.

“Hmmmm…” Remi looked around , he considered his options, he got up, and he wandered about the kitchen. Not but a few moments later he comes back and slams the pepper shaker down on the table.

“I dare you to snort a line of pepper,” crossing his arms with confidence, shaking his head, he knew this would be a more impossible task for anyone. Setting himself up for a win. Levi took a look at the shaker, then at Remi, then he sighed deeply and scooted to the edge of the couch.

“Fine…” he unscrewed the lid and slowly dumped out a thin line of pepper, doing his best to keep it all together, holding his breath as to not disturb the fine spice. Already, Levi could feel a tickling sensation taking over his nose. “….do I have to?” Looking up at the other with pleading diamonds.

“Yes…otherwise I win,” returning the other’s gaze with a smug smirk. The cat’s brow line fell, they furrowed together and he looked back down at the line of pepper.

“Fine….” He took a deep breath in, and slowly exhaled out the side of his mouth, again to avoid disturbing the pepper he worked diligently to line up. Leaning down over it now, he plugged up one side of his nose. His eyes darted up to look at Remi again, who was standing in complete shock and awe. ‘Oh no he’s deadass gonna do it…’ and with a loud “fffFFNNNNNSSSSST!” up the spice went through his nasal cavity. Immediately, no, INSTANTLY, Levi found himself suffering a plague of sneezes.

“ETSHU! EeEhHh!! T-SHU! tSChu!“ His head wiggling back and forth, his nose scrunching painfully as it turned a slight dusted rose color. Unable to process anything around him, he just kept sneezing. “EEHTSH-EHH! TS-CHU!” Remi, unsure of why or how, blushed a deep vermilion, his whole body felt hot. There wasn’t much else he could do besides stand there, dumbfounded as he just triggered his own torture. ‘God damn it…’ he muttered internally. ‘Why is that so hot???’ He questioned himself becoming fully and totally flustered for the fit stricken leopard, who rubbed at his swollen and agitated nose. “EHT…” he started again, mouth hanging open, eyes squinted and watering…. “-SHUUU!!” He burst again, doing his best to keep any debris at a minimum. He groaned miserably. “Tbat goobd enoub fer youbb??” His words mumbled and jumbled from the attack. Remi cracked a smile and stepped closer to the sitting male only to lean down, and kiss the top of his head.

“That was absolutely adorable…” smirking from the side, trying to keep his cool. Unfortunate for him that Levi was at dick level once the man stood again.

“Abdorabl, hubh?” Trying to be flirtatious as he made eye contact with Remi’s half bulged, but clothed, cock, poking it with his index finger just to tease him. The sound of his stuffed up voice, his teary eyes and dusty rose colored cheeks…Remi couldn’t help it but he had to remain sane.

“Hey! Sir! You’re gonna have to buy me dinner first,” Remi slapped the other’s hand, gently, it wouldn’t even leave a mark. Levi giggling before pushing his whole face into his groin region, nuzzling it. “H-Hey! Haa~ Stop!” The man suddenly furrowing his brows, his own face turning bright crimson.

Turning his head to the side, looking up behind messy white strands of hair Levi grinned, Remi glared. “Truth or Dare?”

“Mmm~ Dare,” side of his face still just gently resting against the other’s aching groin, looking up innocently, before wiggling his eyebrows tauntingly. Remi smirked, he knew the leopard was hoping for something sexy, but he was thinking more deviously, selfishly.

“I dare you, to leave Al,” Levi felt his heart fall out of his rear end, his stomach turned and his face felt hot. He suddenly did not like this game.

“That’s not fair,” he sat up now looking at Remi with eyes that screamed pain.

“No, what’s not fair, is leading me on and having no plans to leave the boyfriend you’re cheating on,” he folded his arms across his chest now. ‘Shit…’ knowing full well he was on the path of self destructive. However, It needed to be said, the wolf knew if it didn’t come out now, he would continue to swallow it, and eventually shatter his own heart. He couldn’t keep playing these cat and ….well wolf games with him.

“Wh-? I…” the blue eyed man shrunk where he sat and looked down at his lap, ashamed to even be seen by the other at this point. Levi wasn’t good with confrontation when it came to people he was close to. Trying to keep down the swelling emotions that filled him, he spoke, as Remi bared into the top of his skull. “You’re right….at the end of the day….I’m the one with a commitment..but it’s not that easy, Remi, it’s not…” looking up again, the water welling up in his ceruleans. Remi couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t do it, or he would cave and swallow it and comfort him…and probably do other things he wouldn’t be able to recover from. Remi looked away, he turned right around.

“Call me when it becomes easy, I guess,” storming off to his room, realizing he did ruin a perfectly good evening between them, but if things kept going the way they did…flirting…crossing lines…He slammed the door hard, the sound echoed through the now silent house. Remi already felt every cell in his body begging him to turn back. He knew he was in trouble, he was catching feelings and he can’t possibly let it get worse, if the leopard had no plans of returning them. Levi’s heart shattered, he felt everything inside him break when the man walked away from him so coldly. Like it didn’t matter. Like he didn’t matter. Why didn’t he ever matter? The small tears turned into sobs as his face fell into his hands. How was he supposed to make a decision like this?

No, wrong, how dare that stupid tall idiot dismiss his feelings, and dismiss the obstacles he faced for happiness alone. After sobbing like a sad sack for several minutes, and hearing a loud thud from the hall, he finally wiped his tears off his face, stood up with aggressive fervor and stormed to the wolf’s territory.

Remi had been right in the middle of fuming in his room after punching an incredibly large sized hole in his bedroom wall. “There goes my fucking deposit…” he growled low in his throat, eyes glowing toxic green now, there was a small pool of blood collecting under the base of his tongue. He turned sharply, narrowing his eyes at the sound of a loud thud on his door.

“REMINGTON!” Levi shouted with anger as his fist continued to bang loudly on the bedroom door. The wolf growled again, gripping the door with such force, he crunched the small metal knob in his palm as he swung the door open.

“WHAT?!” Screaming down at the short, clearly livid cat. Both parties fuming with frustration.

“No! NO! I won’t have this! You will not stand there and tell me to CaLl yOu wHeN iT gEtS eAsIEr, NO…You should want me NOW, and ALWAYS, even when I’m struggling, even when I have obstacles to face that YOU,” he shoved his index finger into the middle of the man’s chest. Remi looked down at the finger then again at Levi, boiling, a small stream of blood pouring unconsciously down the side of his mouth. “Refuse to acknowledge!” Though seeing the blood, and the rage, Levi did not care. He wasn’t scared of Remi. In fact because it was the opposite, it made it easier to stand there and face him.

“And /I/ don’t deserve to have my heart kicked around LIKE A HACKY SACK, just for you to go back into the arm’s of an ASSHOLE,” he emphasized each word with a loud but stern voice, Remi wasn’t exactly yelling at the smaller, but you could hear the anger in his voice as he brought attention to the more important parts of what he was saying.

“I didn’t INTEND to go fucking around and falling in love! Okay?! I didn’t! But here the fuck I am!” Opening his arms wide, his eyes struck dumbfounded as his ducts began to swell again. It was impossible for him to get through this without crying, as a tear strolled down his cheek, Levi quickly pushing it away. Remi suddenly froze, and stood straight, he looked at the other like he had just seen a ghost.

“W-what?” Still unsure he really processed what the other just said to him.

“IM. FALLING. IN. LOVE. WITH. YOU. YOU. BIG . DUMB. IDIOT. SO STOP! Being such an ASS! And acknowledge that MAYBE it ISNT as easy as ‘ok Al I break up with you now’ because if it WAS, Remi? If it was, do you know how fast I’d be in YOUR arms? Do you realize that even a little?” Levi huffed wildly as he continued to yell every few words to emphasize the importance of his message. Remi blinked once, and then twice. It was over now, it didn’t matter the label, it didn’t matter what anyone even said or how they could re-rationalize it. Levi IS his. Levi’s heart is HIS.

“Get the fuck over here,” he grabbed Levi by the sides of his face with both palms of his hands, swinging him to the left, pushing him up against the open door and slamming his lips into the other’s without a second of hesitation.

The leopard, though surprised, eyes widening before they slowly slid closed as he instinctively kissed the man back. Remi’s fingers curled around the soft strands that fell in the way, his mouth moving feverishly against the other’s and it felt so natural, so euphoric. He’d wanted to do this for days, weeks…the moment he saw him laying there lewd. He wanted the leopard, and he has him here, under his shaking fingertips. Levi whimpered within the other’s forceful grip and longing kiss, he creeped his tongue out just barely to brush against the bottom of Remi’s lip. He wrapped his arms loosely around the wolf’s back, fingers digging into the fabric of the other’s Guardin shirt. Remi now, plunged his tongue into the depths of Levi’s mouth without hesitation, so instantaneous and urgent. Kissing the other had the wolf at a loss from all his senses, he was no longer in control as he shoved himself closer into Levi’s small frame.

Trying desperately not to tear his shirt off his body, Levi slid his fingers down to grip the hem of his shirt tugging it off, pausing half way to break their kiss to get it off him. Remi smirked slamming his mouth back into the other, passionate, needy, before pulling back and pressing his forehead into the younger’s. “I want so badly to take this off….” His hands gripping the hoodie, his own hoodie the leopard had stolen a few nights prior and refused to take off since, but then looked down at Levi, eyes full of hunger.

“However…I’d really like to fuck you while you’re wearing my hoodie…” he laughed breathlessly pushing himself back to the other’s swollen pierced lips. Levi’s body shuddered with heat, and passion, he felt like fireworks were exploding from inside him. His hands wandered now, fingertips feeling and memorizing every dip and divot as they trailed over Remi’s strong chest. He had fantasized about this moment a few times too many, and now that it was happening in real life he could hardly keep himself from the overwhelming emotions, though shapeless, unable to put a name, the closest thing he could say was he felt euphoric, at best.

Remi was the first to break the kiss, only to trail his open mouth down the side of the other’s jaw, and neck, yanking the hoodie down his ride side so he could nip and suck at Levi’s freckled shoulders, leaving dark red marks that would later bruise. The smaller moaned mildly, his head falling back against the door with a light thonk, hands still exploring with impassioned intention. The wolf left behind smudges of blood that still leaked from his mouth, along the other’s pale flushed skin. However, neither of them found this to be a deal breaker as they continued to paw and mouth at each other. Smoothing his palms down the front of Remi’s chest, Levi hooked his hands inside the hem of the man’s lazy grey pants, already feeling the sheer heat radiating from within them as his fingers curled around the fabric.

His hands so close, Remi could feel himself continuously losing his control, feeling the heat off Levi’s fingers so close to his pelvis , made him shudder with feral passion. Bending at the knee, he hooked his arms around the back of the leopard’s thighs effectively picking him up, Levi took this point to put his hands on each side of the man’s face, forcing their lips together once again in another sloppy, fervent kiss. Carrying the smaller over to his double size bed, he slammed him down on his back now, separating them once more, standing over the flushed cat.

Levi lay there on his back, arms at each side of his head as he panted lightly, eyes scanning the other for his next move. The hoodie he wore, happened to be shoved upward on the white haired man’s body. This left his torso almost completely exposed to the open air.

Remi now bent forward just a smidge, then grabbed at the other’s shorts, and the waist band of his briefs, yanking them down and off the other’s thin hips and legs with intentional hands. The leopard blushed, feeling extremely exposed, his whole body open and on display to the other. His hardened length twitching with anticipation against his stomach. The wolf bit his lip tightly before fishing for his phone from his pocket. “If I don’t savor this moment for the rest of my life, did I even live?” He smirked snapping a quick photo of the other for his own personal bank. Tossing it to the side now, unaware of where it went, and not truly concerned about it. He quickly removed his own sweats, and climbing on top of the cat in between his spreading legs, hands on each side of his flushed face.

Levi immediately snaked his arms around Remi’s well built neck and shoulders, his hands resting against his back as their lips reunited, tongues gliding out between one another, exploring and contorting around each other for dominance. Bringing a hand over to Levi’s throat he held it within the crook of his hand wrist and power resting against the male’s collarbone, squeezing slowly. Grabbing the other’s lower lip between his two rows of teeth, he dragged it before letting go. Licking his own lips and teeth now as he looked down at the mess that was his current sexual partner. “You’re so god damn sexy…” he said mesmerized by him.

Whimpering with need the younger arched his back up into the raven haired man, trying so hard to feel their naked bodies up against each other. His hands now began wandering down his chest, fingers ghosting, dancing around Remi’s hard cock that hung between them, teasing him with every brush of his fingertips. The wolf groaned low in his chest, pushing his hips down now to grind against a mess of hands and shaft, sliding against one another. Both of them moaning within contact, their eyes met and it felt as if everything washed away, it was just them here. Together. Becoming one in soul and body. “Please..I just want you so badly,” Levi gasped desperately behind Remi’s gripped hand, wrapping one of his thin legs around the other’s waist as he pushed himself into the wolf to make more friction between them.

Remi groaned deeply within his chest hearing the other say those words so freely. “You want it? Hm? My pretty boy, tell me you want it…” he leaned to whisper sensually into the other’s ear. Striking his hips up once more in response to Remi’s silken voice, Levi whimpered again..

“Please Remi...Please I want you so fucking badly,” his voice almost a whine as he begged pathetically for the other to finally close the gap between them. A satisfied grin spreading across the mischievous wolf’s lips, he took his hand off the man’s throat and put it in front of his mouth.

“Give Master some lube, Kitten,” encouraging him as he pushed the side of his hand closer, his mouth bleeding down his chest with anticipation. Obediently, Levi leaned up just a bit to spill a sufficient amount of saliva in the other’s open palm. Immediately, Remi brought it to his throbbing length and began to pump himself slick, whatever was left he loosely, but slowly rubbed it at Levi’s desperate puckered hole. Which was greeted with a sensual moan, his hips shuttering at the feeling. Once properly slicked, Remi pressed one hand at the side of Levi’s head, the other still holding his cock as he led it to the leopard’s awaiting entrance, rubbing the tip teasingly against it. They both huffed and trembled feeling so close to their goal, glowing eyes connected with clouded ceruleans, and shortly after, so did their lips, as he forced his hard dick past the threshold and deep inside of the other at full hilt.

Levi cried out around their shared passionate kiss, tongues sliding around each other in a messy uncoordinated dance. Remi’s hips hooked down, then back up slowly as he unsheathed himself, only to dive deeply back inside. Levi’s welcoming walls gripped his thrusting cock. Starting off slowly before he began to relentlessly buck himself against the cat, both hands coming up to grip each side of Levi’s head more for leverage, less out of passion. Kissing him with hot fury. He continued to throw his length up and down into the other’s tight, wanting passage, very shortly breaking the kiss so he could whisper heatedly into the other’s ear. “You’re doing so good baby…doing so…fucking good, that’s right kitten…” he huffed encouragements into his partner’s canal as his teeth dripped with blood. Levi moaning at a higher octave now, body flushed, face bright red as he was praised.

“Thank you Daddy…thank you…” whimpering like the slutty mess he was, he wrapped both his legs around the other, pushing him deeper inside, causing them both to groan openly, the cat shuttering, his hands smearing Scarlett streaks down the wolf’s cut sweaty chest. Remi trying but failing to swallow his own moans as the male thanked him.

“Such a good boy..” The taller said behind gritted teeth, as dark crimson liquid continued to pour out of his mouth and all over the other, stuffing himself inside faster and much more feverishly now. Like a wild animal he rutted against the leopard, his fingers tangled deep within the messy mullet styled hair, tugging hard. Levi’s long arms wrapped around his back, hands digging and clawing at the open flesh there, leaving bright red streaks, some bleeding down the surface. “I’m so close, baby,” he could barely muster the words as his body began to tremble. Roughly and swiftly, Remi brought a hand down to Levi’s leaking and twitching length, pumping it to match the rhythm of each thrust. “I want you to cum with me…” whispering lowly inside the man’s pierced ear. Levi moaned extensively, unable to control the powerful feelings of lust and pleasure that coursed through him.

“I’m close baby…I’m so…gonna…soon…” gasping and choking on each word, the leopard’s eyes rolled back in his head, body trembling as he pushed his hips in to match every desperate pound. With one swift and hard shove inward, Remi came intensely, his seed spilling inside the twink’s tight hole. At that same moment Levi too hit the peak of his orgasm, “God..Remmiiiii~” he cried out, shooting out seed in ribbons against his stomach, they both collapsed into each other covered in cum and blood, trying to catch their haggard breaths.

They laid there in silence for what felt like forever. The room starting to fall into darkness as the sun set behind the horizon. Flopping off Levi now and onto his back, Remi laid there naked and soiled with a hand on his stomach, breathing still labored as he turned his head to look over at the man he just defiled. Levi, in turn, met the other’s longing gaze, and they just stared for a good while.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do, but I’ll do whatever as long as it’s with you…” the wolf said honestly before pulling Levi into his chest and kissing the top of his sweaty head.

“As long as it’s with you…” the leopard repeated tiredly with a yawn, before curling up into the safety of Remi’s arms. Completely disregarding the fact he was more than filthy, his eyes closed, and he slowly fell asleep to the soft “ba-dump” of the raven haired man’s enthusiastic heart.

To be continued…

Author’s Notes: Man! Was that steamy or what?? I was like giggling and kicking my feet writing the first half of this chapter. I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope y’all enjoy!

#oc #writer #original character #remixlevi #fic writer #OC fiction #lemon #smut #angst #blood play #snzfet #snz blr #snz kink #FicSeries

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Hi bestie! You asked in the tags of that one vid about a cat jumping on the imam while praying if “Muslims get mosque cats” and I just wanted to share some things!!

Cats are ritually clean in Islam! Meaning you do not have to redo your wudu (abulation) / cleanse yourself after touching them/letting them lick you/get their pee accidentally on you. Their interference also do not break your salat (prayer) , but if you’re easily distracted it’s recommended that you gently direct them away from you while praying.

Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) liked cats a lot, one of his companions, Abd Ar-Rahman ibn Sakhr, was given the nickname of “Abu Hurairah” , literally translating to “father of the Kitty” because he liked to play with cats a lot and used to hide small kittens inside his sleeves. It’s important to note that Abu Hurairah was approx 30 years younger than Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) and the most prolific Hadith narrator, so he was like a tween/teenager sitting at the mosque with a bunch of grown men and kittens in his sleeves lolol the nickname was given to him out of love and amusement, and he was very favored by Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) :)

I hope this explains why Muslims rlly like cats and care for them! Most mosque cats are stray cats that have been loved by mosque goers and cared for, they don’t have like an official designated cat haha

(There’s also a Hadith about a woman who went to hell for abusing a cat [source: Al-Bukhaari, 3140] so it’s strictly forbidden)

Salam!! <3

Oh my goodness. It's so much better than I could have ever dreamed. I was just excited about the prospect of mosque cats existing I didn't even think to ask about all the lovely history and rituals to make the space for them to coexist with prayer 😭💕 I'm going to cry

Father of the kitty... The mental image. I love humans. I love beasts. I love them being friends 😭

Thank you for sharing!!!!! I will be thinking about this for (checks watch) the rest of my life.

#wendy answers #anonymous

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Fanfic: The Witching Hour

It was the same dream, the old terracotta bricks seemingly surrounding me in a complete circle. Natural light streamed brightly from the dome above, it had to be high noon, and a church bell was ringing in the distance. There was a presence lurking in the shadows, just out of the sun's reach. It was a creature and an ancient one at that. A vampire’s gaze was a weighty thing, oppressive, and dangerous.

With a gasp I woke to a gentle knocking on my door, I rolled over to see the dull light of daybreak. The face of the vampire eluded me yet again, as it had for the past six months. Bella, my roommate peeked her messy bedhead into my room.

“Andria are you up?”

“Yes,” my answer was muffled behind my hands as I rubbed my face.

When she moved in half a year ago, I noticed Bella’s lack of sleep and suggested doing nightly yoga. Which I had somehow turned into morning walks through the neighborhood. But, hey at least it was good for us. I went through my ablutions and sluggishly dressed for going out. I found Bella already waiting for me by the front door. Without a word, we slipped out and began our journey into the cool foggy morning. As always it took about two blocks for us to wake up enough to carry on a conversation.

“We should decorate for Halloween,” I stated noticing quite a few homes already getting into spooky season. It had always been a favorite of mine, just the irony of it all.

“It’s September…” She shot me an incredulous grin.

“I suppose we can wait until after Mabon to decorate.” I had my eyes glued onto this huge blow-up black cat with glowing eyes to even notice my slip-up.

“Mabon? What the heck is that?”

Damn. I could hear my dad’s voice just as clear as day, cautioning me about living with a mortal. I thought about lying, but Bella had become my best friend and rather odd herself. She held secrets, and at times the energy would become so strong my ears would ring. The only one I know for certain is that she had encountered a vampire due to the bite on her wrist. Maybe I could just tell her, of course leaving out a few key points. After all, in this day and age being a ‘witch’ didn’t immediately equal death.

“It’s a pagan holiday; it’s like our thanksgiving. Although it's celebrated from the twenty-first through the twenty-ninth.”

“Oh,” Bella almost tripped over her own feet, I reached out a steadying hand.

“Yeah it’s not something I advertise, but I grew up in a pagan household.” I jumped when she suddenly started laughing, well this was unexpected. Bella must have noticed my wondering look and she wiped her eyes which had begun to tear up with her mirth. “I’m sorry, Andria, I’m not laughing at you! Oh, I really should have known…So you’re Wiccan?”

“Yep,” I pop the last letter of the word. It was more than that, but I was rolling with it. Just as she wasn’t elaborating on the true meaning of her words either. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well, I was worried it would bother you.”

Bella scoffed and we began our walk again, “I’m sure there are stranger things out there than you being a witch.”

I merely hummed in response and linked our elbows together. Pieces of that shifty dream flashed in my mind, I could see it all as accurately as Bella beside me. Strange indeed…

September 22nd (The Autumn Equinox)

Going through protective wards is about as pleasant as peeing on an electric fence. The magic of whoever enforced them racked down your psyche, the more powerful the caster the worse it is. Any human who happened to stumble upon my great grandmother’s secluded home outside of Baton Rouge would suddenly find themselves going in the opposite direction… An uninvited caster’s mind would turn on them before they ever reached the house, their energy drained.

The old house was as it had always been. The light green weathered paint chipped as were the white shutters. Vibrant ferns still hung from the front porch, and Grandmother Geneva’s angel trumpets were still in bloom. I parked my jeep under the shade tree along the side of the house, before meandering my way to the backyard.

Geneva Wildes was a caster of the earth and was more at home with her hands in the soil. I stood for a long moment watching her work diligently in her garden. The big straw hat shielding her from the heat of the day, covered her still vibrant red hair. No gloves adorned her hands as she softly sang the tune My Bonnie. I felt like a ten-year-old again watching her, enjoying her melodic voice envious of her ease with the plants. They always died on me…

“She looks like an angel.” My Grand Dad Henrik’s deep voice startled me, he had always been a little too light on his feet. He leaned against the trunk of a nearby oak. The silver strands of hair mixed in with the dark seemed to glisten in the afternoon sun. “You would never know she had the temperament of a rattlesnake.”

“You love it,” I snorted quietly so as not to disturb her work. Although I would bet money she knew we were there. She had always been a blunt and no-nonsense kind of woman, whom I had always admired.

“That I do,” he readily agreed with a mischievous grin as he tilted his head back toward the front of the house in a gesture for me to follow him. “Without her combative nature to keep my mind sharp, these last one hundred and fifty years would have been mighty boring.”

“I imagine so.” I smiled while trying to push down the rolling in my stomach. I didn’t think Granddad would be here, I thought he would be with my father in New Orleans. But I suppose since stepping down from his seat on the Gathering he is no longer needed.

He eased himself down into the front steps with a deep sigh before his summer blue eyes met my own of the same hand-me-down color. I knew I had been caught. “Alexandria, have you been dreaming again?” My brain worked rapidly trying to think of a way to twist the truth. There was no way I could lie to such a strong castor, he would know immediately. But bringing up vampires would only send Granddad running right to my father. “I feel your distress, it calls out to me surely as if it were my own.”

“I have,” I admitted with a deep sigh. “However everything is… shadowed nothing is truly clear.”

“Well,” Granddad wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders, drawing me into his side, and leading me into the house. “Tonight would be the best night to seek out the uncertain all of our power will be surging.”

I smiled even as the knot in my stomach became tighter. That was exactly what I was afraid of…..

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