#i’ve always been extremely insecure about my arms and back and butt so i always wear cardigans no matter what but i i just UGHHH i couldn’t

[per1shed]

went out without a cardigan, just with a shirt (not an oversized but a tight shirt!!) two days in a row bc it’s boiling and i just COULDNT and it took a lot but i’m okay with it i think

#i’ve always been extremely insecure about my arms and back and butt so i always wear cardigans no matter what but i i just UGHHH i couldn’t #despite my body dysmorphia being really bad the past days too #l

[jalapeno-princess]

10:34 A.M.

The sunlight was warm against your cheeks as it shone in through the windows; yet, it wasn’t the harsh rays that woke you from your comfortable slumber.

You could feel a tender gaze directed right at you along with a pair of strong arms, your favorite pair of arms to be exact—wrapped protectively around your waist.

Gentle fingers glided softly along your face; almost featherlight to the point where you wouldn’t have even noticed that he was touching you if it weren’t for the callousness of his digits connecting the dots of your scattered freckles and the cool metal on his fourth finger.

You had yet to open your eyes, but you were confident in the idea that your husband was staring at you and you didn’t want to make it known that you were awake just yet.

Honestly, it felt as though you were still in dreamland—everything was just too good to be true. Memories of the most perfect day of your entire life soon came rushing back to your mind and you couldn’t help the small smirk that was now encompassing your face—giving away the fact that you were no longer asleep.

“Good morning Mrs.Tuan.”

Hearing the excitement yet raspiness in his voice along with his last name that was also yours now sent so many emotions to your chest. You were over the moon to say the least. He let out a giggle when you hid your face against his bare chest and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning Mr.Tuan.”

“Ah, I’m never going to get tired of calling you Mrs.Tuan. I still can’t believe you’re my wife. God, it’s like a dream come true—“

“Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for over five years for you to propose to me—“

Mark let out a guttural groan at the sound of your playful complaint; dropping his head in between the valley of your breasts and earning himself a shove to his shoulder. A blush was now adorning your cheeks; only then as you felt his warm breath against your nipples did you come to the realization that you were naked. It didn’t bother you though, not like it did when you and Mark first became intimate back in the third week of your relationship.

He was your husband now and the two of you made love to each other numerous times in the duration of your five year relationship that you were no longer shy whenever you’d find yourself naked around him. Actually, Mark was very vocal about how insanely beautiful you were—and devastatingly sexy which led you to lose your timidity and gain a newfound confidence. One that you never knew existed and you owed entirely to your husband.

“Hey, we went over this on multiple occasions baby. I wanted to propose to you only months after we started dating—I knew I was in love with you after only the third date. Trust me, it was extremely difficult for me having to introduce you as my girlfriend and not my wife for these last few years. I don’t know why—I mean sure, getting to call you my girlfriend and getting to be called your boyfriend was all that mattered to me. You’re my soulmate y/n. My person—but something about the titles “wife” and “husband” is more permanent. It solidifies a relationship. But I wanted us to be finished with school and settled in to our actual careers before taking things any further. It worked out though didn’t it? Look at us. We’re both redeemingly successful with our positions at the companies we work at and we share a two story house in our mid twenties. Not that it matters, but we can live comfortably as a married couple unlike a lot of people our age. We’re a whole now. You’re stuck with me and my penis for the rest of your life—“

“Oh God. Just when it was getting so romantic, you just had to throw your dick in there. Well, you’re stuck with me and my pussy—“

“I don’t consider myself stuck at all. Your pussy is so magical—fuck, we’ve had sex at least three hundred times, maybe even more than that and every single time, you never failed to blow my mind—and my dick. But shit, last night had to be the best night of my entire life. Yesterday, was the most incredible day in my twenty-seven years of existence. You are the most beautiful person in the entire world and I’m not just saying that because you’re my wife, it’s true. Not only on the outside; which, honestly, you are a sight for sore eyes. I can never take my eyes off of you and I never want to. I’d stare at you in awe of your beauty all day if time permitted me to. But you have the most kindest and generous hearts and you are just the sweetest soul. I can’t wait to remind you every single day for the rest of our lives just how perfect you are to me.”

He brought his thumb up to the brim of your eyelids and wiped away a tear that you didn’t even know fell. God, this man was really the love of your life. You’d never be able to comprehend exactly what you did to deserve being the lucky girl who loved Mark and got to be loved by him, but you would never take your position in his life as his bride for granted.

Before you could continue to let any more tears fall at his endearing words, he was quick to continue his not so innocent speech about the many naughty thoughts taking up all the space his mind.

“I don’t know if it’s because we’re newlyweds or because you never cease to amaze me each and every time we stumble in to bed together but the sex we had just hours ago in my opinion was the best sex we’ve ever had. I know I complimented you almost the entire day yesterday on how gorgeous you looked in that wedding dress and I’m sure my never ending tears that flowed down my cheeks as you walked down the aisle and my wedding vows that were almost twenty minutes long are enough to prove my undying love for you. But God, seeing you in that dress—that dress was made for you. You looked so fucking ethereal and damn, it looked so much better on the floor once I got you alone. You know, my mind is still a little hazy from sleeping—maybe you could remind me just how amazing it was—if I knew you were this abusive, I would have made you work harder for that ring you’re wearing.”

Both his and your laughter filled the room and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes and pinching his cute little butt. Your wedding day was everything you could have ever dreamt of and more. There were countless times in your relationship where you would day dream about what your wedding would be like. It didn’t take you too long to realize that Mark was the person you wanted to settle down and start a family with. Everything within you; your heart, your mind, your body and your soul was his. You were set on Mark Tuan; for life. Since he took his time with asking you to marry him, you developed some insecurities about whether or not he saw himself marrying you. Sure, he may have talked about your future together every now and then, but not once did he ever bring up marriage so you just assumed he had no plans on getting married at all.

It made your engagement all the more special when he did finally get around to proposing to you less than a year ago while the two of you were in vacation in Hawaii. You tried to convince yourself that you would be happy even if Mark were to confess he had no plans on tying the knot. As long as Mark was in your life, you were content with whatever title you held in his. But on that magical night when he got down on one knee and went in to detail about his undying love for you as the two of you watched the sunset go down, you felt wholeheartedly that his proposal was one dreams were made of.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked at him in curiosity and it was in that moment; looking at his blank stare did you realize you were probably mirroring his exact facial expression.

“Nothing. Just that I’m really happy. Really, really happy. You mean everything to me Mark. I don’t know what I would do without you and I dont even want to think about my life before you were in it. It was colorless and dull. Now all I see is so many beautiful colors. Just the mere thought of you along pulls on my heartstrings in such a miraculous way. I love the way you make me feel and I love the effect you’ve had on me. I’m so in love with you and I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.”

Your husband gave you his signature gummy smile before smashing his mouth roughly against yours. He licked on your bottom lip and took it in between his sharp teeth, nibbling all but gently while dragging his cold fingertips along your smooth skin.

“You’re my happily ever after y/n. I kind of regret not getting around to marrying you sooner. I just really wanted to give you the ring and the wedding that you’ve always wanted. You deserved the entire universe and more y/n. Truly, there’s so much I want to give you. You are genuinely out of this world; you’re practically a goddess—an otherworldly being and honestly, you deserve so much more than what this world has to offer you. I’m not stupid my love, I’ve picked up on the many wedding magazines you’d scatter throughout the house, I’ve noticed you’ve been watching a couple of episodes from that one Disney weddings show and I overheard you talking to your mom about not knowing how I felt about marriage. I’m sorry that you had to question my feelings for you, but I thought that my constant love confessions and the way I could never stop holding you, kissing you and needing to be around you was enough to prove the fact that you are my home. You own my heart y/n. You always have and you always will forever. The feeling is mutual baby. I don’t care what ends up happening to me. I don’t care where we end up living—if we ever decide to move houses, cities, states or even countries. I don’t care what my job title is, how much money I’ll end up making or what anyone other than you has to think or say about me. Life—life can be rough and there are days that I just want to scream, cry and run away. But then I look at you and I see my purpose—I look at you and see the reason for my existence. You’re the reason why I breathe. You’re the reason why my heartbeat increases—the reason why I wake up with the biggest grin on my face. You are my reason to be happy and I could never thank you enough for all you’ve done for me in the last five years. Now, I can’t wait to continue to relish in our love for many more decades to come.”

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #got7 #mark tuan imagines #got7 mark

[lovinga3characters]

My, I do be loving all these fictional characters and the things you write for them :3c (the ABO hc clotheslined me but I've never felt better) I hope it's not too weird to ask but would you mind to write something about what would the Autumn troupe be like if they ever bottomed for their partner? Thanks in advance if you decide to do

Fuck YESSSSSS! 🙏👏🙌 I just want you to know that I was so hype when I saw this is my inbox!! Thank you for your support on my A/B/O Headcanons, here’s that Bottom Autumn shit you’ve been waiting for! 😝

Warnings: EXTREMELY FILTHY NSFW, penetration/pegging, kinks, hot boys

(I’ll be making these as in what they think about it, what goes down, and what follows after 😏)

Bottom Autumn 🍁 Headcanons

Banri 🍂

Just a warning: he’s going to immediately refuse your suggestion, no way ANYONE or ANYTHING is going near his ass 😤

Then he thinks about it... and he thinks about it... until the idea just doesn’t leave his mind

The two of you have fooled around early on in your relationship (or maybe even before), so Banri’s experimented with quite a few kinks

Each time sparked a new curiosity in himself and this time was no different, and he also saw it as a challenge, he could totally take it!

And so Banri secretly prepares a big surprise for you, his butt himself 😙

Step 1: he has to practice the game, which shouldn’t be too hard since he’s pretty much perfect at everything

The first time he tried to finger/put a toy in himself, Banri’s face was extremely red and his body was flaring with heat, it was sorta uncomfortable

“This is... hng... not that bad but I don’t see how- ohhh... shit- shit!”

Obviously, he gets into a good rhythm quickly and, as he gets closer to cumming, he finds it harder and harder to stop himself from sinking into his bedsheets

Step 2: master the game, which basically means he continued to masturbate like that for a while, somewhat enjoying struggle to keep his voice down every time

Because he’s just so fucking perfect, he can take a lot with some practice, eventually learning how to ride on a toy just fine

Though the original goal was to get used to it so that way when you did it, the feeling wouldn’t affect him, Banri hates to admit that the restlessness of wanting you doesn’t leave

Step 3: play the game, it’s show time 🤩

He’s grinning really wide when he makes you lay on top of the bed, that’s immediately suspicious

“Relax, sugar, and you can watch me feel good, just like you wanted... ahahh!”

Your jaw dropped as you watched him take off his underwear and hop onto your lap, reaching behind his back to grab a bottle of lube (where did that even come from-?!)

His smug expression at your aroused shock faltered as he sunk down onto the member, a bright flush returning to his face and chest

It felt different to Banri... maybe it was the fact that you were there, he tried not to think about it as he started moving

Okay, a big miscalculation on his part was your movement, any time you bucked your hips up he had to grit his teeth in order to not make a loud noise

You noticed and tried to lift yourself higher, harder, Banri visible shivered, glaring at you with hazy eyes, those eyes that either said “Don’t you dare” or “I dare you” 👀

So, you pushed him over, grunting with effort, and managed to move forward inside of him even more

Banri protested, of course, despite the long whine that was brought out when you ground against that same hot spot he liked

What truly gets him is when if you grab his hair while fucking him, Banri loves feeling the tugs in time with your trusts

“Ughn- yeah! Fuck... harder, do me harder... shut up! I’m ah- hah... saying this for your benefit-!”

He demands that you be rougher with him, saying that he could handle anything you did to him, no matter what

Banri’s moans are quieter than expected but it’s still fairly loud, he gets really riled up the faster you go

By the time he cums, he’s gasping and he actually moans when he releases, you’ve only ever heard him growl out an orgasm

If you want to piss him off (if you can), cum inside him, it turns him on and he hates it 🙂

Banri recovers quickly so even after you’ve banged him into the mattress, he’ll be fine, much to your frustration (note to self: go harder next time)

“Hahh... ‘m fine, just don’t think I’ll always let you top me, babe! F-Fuck... wanna go again?”

Fav positions: reverse cowgirl (he likes to ride you/be in control and getting his hair pulled so it’s a win-win), doggy style (similar reasons, he also gets a little insecure when you look at his face too much), and pinball wizard (Banri likes to do this position to you a lot so why not reverse it, also you can tie his hands behind him 😇)

Juza 🍰

He stares blankly at you for a couple of seconds, looks down, looks back up at you, then he wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion, as if asking “how?” 😶

But for real, Juza doesn’t understand how you’re going to manage that, he’s just really... big

You quickly reassure him that you can manage, and you begin explaining the process, and what you want to do, he goes really red with shock and embarrassment

He doesn’t disagree though, just shifts awkwardly in place before replying

“Would that... really feel good? Cause if you wanna, I don’t mind but... I dunno how- I’ve never uh-“

The actual idea doesn’t put him off surprisingly, he just cannot grasp the concept

Luckily you’re more than happy to demonstrate 🤗

Even though the two of you have been dating for quite a long time, although it was balanced who started the sexy times, it was always you who initiated anything kinky

After taking a bath, you instructed him to lay down on his stomach and he gulped as he slid off his undergarments

Smirking slightly, you reassured him that you would be gentle as you patted his butt, Juza only snorted in amusement

He flinched at how cold the lube was as you rubbed your finger over his entrance, he was as tight as you expected

You couldn’t see his face but by the time you worked two fingers, the back of his neck and ears were flushed and his breathing was staggered

Juza gasps when you decide to push a little harder, adding another to make him stretch, the action makes him jump

It’s pretty sexy to watch him squirm and his back muscles flex with effort to hold still, though he doesn’t make much noise

“Hmm... enough, ya don’t hafta mhg- be so careful. Just go already.”

As you pull out your fingers out, his body bucks backwards, then freezes, obviously not intending to do that

You go in slowly (after adding more lube, of course), and you heard him grunt as he grit his teeth together

Despite his insistence that it doesn’t hurt him, you still go gently, which he secretly appreciates upon feeling how burning it is 😅

Juza’s a pretty strong guy, so even having something up his ass doesn’t fold him completely

... Except for one thing, when you steady yourself by grabbing the back of his neck

It makes him feel breathless, especially when you start fucking him harder, squeezing the sensitive spot, his shoulders visibly shuddering

Once you get into a rhythm, Juza’s practically panting into his arm/pillow, eyes squeezing shut in flusteredness when a quiet moan escapes

“... Ghnn- hah! Hhhmn- fuck- my head’s feelin’ all... fuzzyyy...”

He’s starting to think that doing this kind of thing was harder then fighting people because the longer it goes on, the less he can handle the heat-

If you dirty talk or praise him, it doesn’t help 😉

You’re not really in the position to touch his cock, so he’s settled for rubbing it against his bedsheets, an action that gets increasingly desperate as he reaches closer to the edge

Juza’s moan just tumbles out of him when he cums, it’s deep and quick, he covered it at the last second by biting his hand 👌

He’s sweaty and a strange, warm sense of relief fills his chest as you pull out of him and kiss were you left small bruises

You’ll probably have to wipe him down because Juza can’t even look at you without getting frazzled... and just a little bit turned on again

“Th-Thanks... mmmm... it felt- well, it’s really good. I liked it, so... if you wanna, I’m tough so I can handle more...”

Fav positions: doggy style (particularly when he’s fully lying on his stomach, with either you grabbing his neck or putting his hands behind his back), scoop me up (you’re basically spooning him while being inside him, bonus access to your body heat and to biting his neck), and the chairmen (it’s less stressful than riding and you can touch Juza’s boobs pecs, much to his grumpy annoyance)

Taichi 🐶

You better not catch him while he’s drinking something because Taichi will have the most genuine spit-take you’ll ever see in your life

His jaw drops and he’ll whip around from what he’s doing to look at you like you’ve just stripped naked in public 😳

You want to what?! With his what?! That’s way too kinky for him and he’s never even done that- don’t you need to prepare a lot for stuff l-like that?!

“I mean, I wanna make you happy in that way too but- but- but that’s really a lot!”

He calms down after a while when you tell him that he really doesn’t have to if he’s so opposed to it, it’s just something you’ve thought about

Taichi doesn’t want to disappoint you, so if you explain exactly what you want to do, he’ll warm up to the idea (literally and figuratively)

The two of you have been dating for a long time now and though he does have some fetishes, Taichi is more of a giver by nature and gets embarrassed when you do things to him

Later, you ask him to lay back on the bed and spread his legs, he obeys after some hesitation, almost immediately covering his face with a pillow despite your coaxing

No matter, you’ll make him show his face soon enough anyway 😉

You slowly pulled down his undergarments, rubbing his stomach and thighs in reassurance when Taichi flinches

By the time you actually got to the prepping part, Taichi’s already pretty hard because you decided to stroke him at the same time so he doesn’t feel that much pain

To no ones’ surprise, he’s sensitive, his hips jumping up unintentionally as you move your fingers inside him with lube

His hole squeezes around your digits and you have to roughly wiggle to get anywhere, much to Taichi’s protests, who was already struggling to maintain composure as it is

When you finally get three in, his body was chasing yours, already close to cumming despite the painful sensation

It honestly looked like his face was going to explode based on how red and sweaty it was, breathing like he was running a marathon

“Ah- HAH! Don’t pull it out so suddenly... I-I can take more! Ngh... please?”

His face looked so cute, his eyes pleading, but the way his toned body arched against yours was undeniably sexy 😍

You tell him as much as you enter inside, slowly of course, and Taichi let’s out a high-pitched squeak in shock

His arms wrap around your shoulders/back, as if to ground him against the foreign sensation while the rest of him wanted to fly away

Giving him praise along with sweet nothings and dirty promises is really important, it arouses him but it also distracts him from the uncomfortable moments

Taichi whines and squeezes you tightly when you thrust more, pulling in and out of his ass carefully as he tried (and failed) to hold in his cries

By the time he’s close to finishing, Taichi is so loud and he is jumping up to meet your member in time while it hits that sweet spot inside

“Yes- yes- YES! More... oh g-goddd babe, please more- AH! IT’S SO GOOD...!”

This man wails and begs you to keep going, he’s really feeling hot now and encourages you with desperate pleas and breathless praise

Taichi’s nails might dig into your shoulders or create marks on your back (not that you really mind), a new kind of bright red on your skin that he’s never given you

Your hand could’ve stroked his wet cock, just a little, and he would’ve been a goner, cumming with a deafening yelp

Panting, Taichi is boneless against the bed, looking like he’s having an out-of-body experience, only reacting when you started to wipe the drool that leaked onto his chin from his lips

Please give kisses and aftercare thank you, he’s a good boy 🐶

He’s voice his hoarse but giggly as he keeps his body wrapped close to yours, dazed from his intense orgasm

“Heh-heheheh... ah- that was awesome! Felt really hot, I can’t wait to have more~! I-I can, right?”

Fav positions: missionary (the classic, this works because you can see his face and he can cling to you easily), the om (it’s extremely intimate which Taichi likes, it’s also easier to ride), and show and tell (basically means touching yourself while really close to your partner, he does this as a top but it’s fascinating to watch him do it with his butt, gets puppy embarrassed)

Omi 🐺

He’s surprised, that’s for sure, but not as surprised as you are when you find out that he’s... actually tried it before 😱?!

Omi blushes and says that when he was a part of his motorcycle gang, sometimes his buddies would offer some... different kinds of riding as a form of stress relief

He’s quick to say that it’s all in the past and he didn’t even do it that often anyways...

You’d have to stay firm in your convictions in order for him to agree, as it’s just slightly humiliating for him-

“Well, uh, if my baby is sure of what they want, I wouldn’t mind trying something new tonight.”

But, of course, Omi eventually agrees 😈

After preparing the proper supplies (with him double checking out of caution), you laid back onto the bed per his request as he straddled himself on top of you

He was already fully undressed, and the daring position allowed you to gawk at his sexy, muscled body in all of its glory, your hand instinctively reaching up to brush against his face in reassurance

Omi leaned into your touch, only pulling away to grab the bottle of lube to lace it onto his own fingers

You watched in awe as he leaned back with one hand, and fingered himself slowly with the other

He grunted with effort, clearly uncomfortable and not quite used to the stretch but continuing none the less, for your own benefit, he assured himself

Determined to not let you down, Omi pushed another inside, his strong fingers having no trouble doing so, though his eyes closed shut at the pain

You took some pity on the poor man and made a move for his cock, which was barely half-hard, making your lover take a sharp breath as you stroked it

With your combined determination, Omi eventually relaxed considerably, moving three fingers and groaning your name as you teased his arousal

“Are... you having fun down there? I- mmgh- I feel like I’m not quite reaching something. Let’s get to it...!”

He sat up completely and sighed as he slipped his digits out, Omi bit his lip as you lifted your member up to his hole

Swiftly but careful, your boyfriend sunk his body down, legs spread open, hands resting on your chest momentarily (nearly crushing you in the process)

After a few minutes, you pat his butt as if he was a horse that needed to ‘giddyup’, making him laugh as his eyes glittered seductively 😋

Omi then proceeded to fuck himself rather ungentlemanly, his own dick slapping harshly against his abs at every bounce

At first for Omi, it didn’t feel that different from his hand, just the thickness made him slightly more sensitive

He leaned back a little bit to adjust, and suddenly his nerves were electrocuted with pleasure, you were reaching deeper than he could on his own and-

“Ohhhh- hah... ugh, right there. I found it just- god this is a lot to- HHn- process...!”

Omi’s body was dripping with sweat as his face and neck flushed red, gruff moans and pants stumbling out of his open mouth

It’s probably best to use your hands to help out his now very hard cock, it looked as ready to burst as the rest of his body did

His thick, scratched thighs shook heavily as he slammed his ass on top of you over and over again upon nearing his climax

Omi is praising your own dazed expression as he grits his teeth to contain the sounds of his orgasm, only throaty growls escaping

While he pants and returns to his senses, you can only stare and gulp at the dripping cum on his pecs and his honeyed expression

He speaks as he leans down for a kiss, finally arising from your lap-

“You made me feel so hot, like a wildfire... mmm- spreading. Hrmph... thanks. For next time, did you want to touch me more~?”

Fav positions: cowgirl (is used to this pace the most and it’s a bonus for you cause it’s nice to watch 😉), CAT position (aka. the Coital Alignment Technique, its close and intimate, which he likes), and the stickman (basically you bend him over a sofa or table with his hands on his thighs, perfect for the kitchen, also easy to get rough with)

Sakyo 💴

You honestly thought you were going to fucking die on the spot from the sheer iciness of the glare Sakyo gave you

Like, you wish to top him, but are willing to fight him to the death for it? Because that’s the only way he’s budging 😠

The thought honestly makes him so embarrassed he wants to die

The embarrassment only increases if you threaten suggest to complain to Sakoda about it

That guy’s already way too involved in his love life, he doesn’t need to be involved in THAT kind of thing too-

“... I’ll consider it. That is all you’re getting from me... don’t you dare tell anyone. And stop looking so happy!”

Later in the week, Sakyo is searching online for... certain products and tells himself that if they have a discount, he’ll let you do it

... Of course, the oNE TIME- guess he has no choice now 😑

More time had past and just when you thought that it was a pointless endeavor, one night on his day off, Sakyo dragged you into the bedroom

He stared at you intensely from on top of the bed as he shook off his jacket and belt before tossing you a small box

You choked on your own spit as your jaw dropped... what the box contained was... a vibrating dildo 😩

Sakyo rolled his eyes and told you pointedly that you were going to use that on him, and if he didn’t like it, there would be no continuation, understood?

With a “yes, sir” and a heavy blush, you agreed, tackle kissing him against the sheets

By the time you poured the amount of lube he considered ‘safe’ and shoved the toy inside him, Sakyo was already halfway to being breathless, not expecting the sensation to be so painful (or so pleasurable)

He covered his face with his arms but even you could see he was flushed, biting his lip to not let you hear him make a sound

Unfortunately, you get into a steady rhythm, practically forcing his mouth to open even before you turn the vibe on all the way

Sakyo’s legs shake as his ass feels like it’s getting violated, unable to control the heat the spreads quickly up his spine and dick

“Urgh- enough! J-Just move mmn-! Move on alre-adyyy...!”

He snaps at you, refusing to make eye contact, even as you put his leg upwards to get a better angle

Your lover is trying so hard not to lose it, hiding and masking his mouth with his hands, eyes squeezing shut because jesus- nothing’s ever felt like this before-

It makes him feel all vulnerable, like you’re prodding at something more than just sexually, so feel free to lean down and kiss-mark his neck, it grounds Sakyo a little

Obviously, you want to see him melt completely, so you flip him onto his back, much to his shock

This encourages you to thrust even harder, his gasps and pulsing cock edging you on further 🤫

Sakyo isn’t loud per say, but he isn’t quiet either, only able to pant and convulse in a desperate attempt to pull himself together

“God damnit- hah! Don’t think I’ll just lay here and take it... Mmhmm... ohh fuuuuh... pleassse- argh-!”

He’ll play a bit coy, giving you a look that, especially without his glasses, makes him look like a smirking, devilish angel

... Sakyo almost regrets it, as he immediately goes back to being a sweaty mess when you smirk back on return

He’ll never admit it but the whole back and forth was sort of fun/sexy in way he thought an ‘old man’ like him shouldn’t be able to experience

With one final push that lifts his hips off the bed, he orgasms, silently screaming as he feels the sweet release wash over his aching body

Bruises on his hips, hickeys on his neck, drooling and sweaty, you know as soon as his senses come back down from the afterglow, Sakyo will tiredly lecture you

“Geez... that wasted a lot of energy, you shouldn’t have- hhn! ... Th-Thank you for making me feel good, dear. Don’t go crazy without my permission next time though.”

Fav positions: the sidewind (it gives you the best control, which he secretly enjoys but it embarrasses him), eagle position (it’s simple and makes him flustered and feel good, again, can be used softly), and the chair (a position that’s meant to tease you once Sakyo gets used to it, literally sits on your lap)

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

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Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Ten: The One with the Phone Call

Warnings: Mention of alcohol

Word Count: 2700

If we're being honest, Lily Osborne's past was no different than most. She was raised in an upper-middle-class family. Her parents were renowned scientists who were credible in their field and brought home their findings. Other than her parent’s overly obsessive need to have everything recycled, there wasn't much about Lily that was interesting or stuck out. Nothing that she really believed to be interesting at least. Two loving parents, who were still married. Two younger siblings whom she loved dearly. A steady career and a lovely child. She was living the overused and overly generalized, 'American Dream'. the only slight oddity of Lily's life was how young she was when she had Hunter and the fact she was only mid-thirties and already divorced. But other than that...she was a basic, domestic, woman.

That's not how Bucky saw it though.

He found her astonishing. Admirable, even. The fact she was able to complete a Ph.D. level of education, graduating as valedictorian, at the top of her class, was enough to make his heart reach out to grab onto hers. But what really intrigued him, was her ability to be descriptive but vague all at the same time. She spoke about her divorce, but never the contents. Never diving deeper than the surface of it. How she gained primary custody, and that it was due to an affair. He learned everything, and nothing, all at once. He was only able to make a general picture of who Lily Osborne was, nothing more than the basics.

"Osborne, you said?" Bucky commented, shifting in his seat as he sipped on a beer that he held in his naturally warmed hand, "I feel like I've heard of the name Osborne in the environmental field before..."

The comment he made cause Lily's eyebrow to perk up. From the sound of it, Bucky had just admitted to being a bit of a science nerd. The fact he recognized the Osborne name just from Lily mentioning her parents. It was endearing, really. The fact he let that little tidbit of information slip out, not even realizing he had. Lily had made note of it, ensuring she remembered in case they were lucky enough to have a conversation like this again. Learning about one another, becoming more educated on their pasts.

But just like the supersoldier, Lily had secrets. Maybe not as extreme, but nonetheless, they were secrets. She wouldn't give him the full story of anything. Just the slightly important details. It was like a burger, sort of. She gave him the bun, but not the meat in the middle. If she was open and honest with him, that would open up a case of vulnerability. And though a talented doctor, Lily would not be able to cure it. It'd be the crack in her armour he could use to bring her down if he so wished.

"Probably from their discoveries about eco-friendly teddy bears. They still give me nightmares." Lily chuckled, sipping the ale that Bucky had given her. Though she had elected not to drink, the small voice in Lily's head convinced her that one beer wouldn't be too harmful. She wouldn't lose her morals just from a beer. She'd never been like that.

"Yes yes, I've seen Starks kid wandering around with one. They're terrifying," he replied, steel eyes reflecting the glow of the moon that provided them with the romantic ambiance that swirled around them. The whole scenery around them was more romantic than most of the dates Gen had set Lily up on in the past. It was genuine and natural, nothing forced or rushed to make it happen. But the demons inside of Lily's heart were screaming at her to run, get out of there while she still could. However, her feet stayed planted, and her butt sat in the lawn chair. She wasn't going anywhere.

Lily was still mortified of any sort of relationship. This wasn't one of those cheesy situations where the moment she met Bucky, her fears disappeared. That all of those years of emotional manipulation and toxicity had just vanished from her psyche. Lily hadn't changed because she met Bucky. The scars on her heart were still there, and just like her, had no intention of leaving. Sure, she was attracted to him. He was a fine specimen, had a voice that was as smooth as butter that created goosebumps on her arms. His presence brought a warm blanket of comfort that he would drape around her shoulders. But the pain still sat heavily on her shoulders. All of the damage Scott had caused to her mental state and self-image. They still stood, strong and sturdy. Lily was still Lily. The same girl who had been in a troublesome relationship and managed to emerge the other end. And that's all there was to it.

Change can happen. It's just not an immediate thing.

"You've mentioned that you've been through a divorce. How long ago was that?" Bucky inquired, his phrasing eluding the fact he wanted to know more. He had a hankering for the knowledge of Lily's past. To know what she's been through. What made her the shy and meek girl in front of him. What about her history created such a fragile state of mind, yet such a strong and independent visionary. A single mother, a full-time doctor, yet riddled with anxiety.

Bucky's trained eye could see the signs. The tapping of her fingers, the shortness of her breath. The way her collarbone heaved up and down at a faster pace whenever she spoke, or even when he asked her a personal question. How she never seemed to make eye contact with him. God, he wanted her to. He wanted to see those beautiful green eyes match with his. Memorize every detail of her face. The curve of her nose. the arch of her brow. Bucky wanted to render it into his mind, so he would never forget it. So he could always have the picture of those forest green eyes in his mind. The stories they held. The pain they kept locked away. But she never would long enough for him to capture their beauty. If Lily ever caught his eyes, she'd avert them within a millisecond. He'd watch as she'd turn her head, staring out into the sky.

"Four years ago. Seven years of marriage later." Lily answered after a few moments of pause. Her cheeks heated up in a red hue at the mention of her marriage. All of the pain she went through welling up in her throat as she attempted to wash it away with the beer in her hand. The words he would use were stitched into her skin, the things he would call her. She was a ragdoll in the eyes of Scott Harvey. He would take her lifeless body and sew in the worst of the English language onto her skin. It wore her down, the emotional trauma she suffered. But Lily came out on the other end, broken down and beaten sure, but still alive.

"And Hunters your only one?" Bucky inquired, studying the way that Lily fidgeted under his glance. It wasn't as if she was nervous around him, no. From the first time he met her, she seemed to relax around his presence. It was something about everyone that made her nervous. She was a survivor of something, on top of seemingly just always being a shy person. Introverted and hidden away. Add the emotional drainage she suffered all of those years, it made her a shell almost. Bucky was trained to catch small signals, the details others wouldn't care to look at. And all of Lily's body was littered with the little things, the way she breathed, to the way her cheeks always held a red hue.

Lily Osborne had piqued the interest of James Barnes. Not just in a romantic way, though that was a major factor. No, she had different layers to her. Different parts that all connected to create the woman that sat across from him. The way her eyes were slightly sunk in from years of work. Yet her hands seemed soft and velvety smooth, the hands of a mother. The way her arms always sat across her lower stomach, crossed in a way that hid that small part of her body. All signs leading towards insecurities, anxieties, a constant need to have a wall up. Not only did Lily create an opposing side of Bucky, but he saw himself in her. The part of himself that was locked away in a cell in the back of his mind. Constantly doubting, reminding him of the pain he caused. But she wore it on her sleeve, as though it had managed to free itself and take over her persona.

"Yes, he's my one and only. Something inside of me knew I wouldn't want another with my ex-husband, so I made sure measures were taken so there wouldn't be a chance of another until I was ready," Lily answered, crossing her legs and readjusting the dress in an attempt to cover the bit of thigh that she had revealed, "He's the only male I need...my son's everything to me."

Whenever Hunter is ever brought up in conversation, Lily's heart grew four sizes. He was truly the rock in her life that kept her tethered to reality. If he was gone, well Lily wouldn't know what to do. Having a child so early in her life was never something that the blonde had anticipated, nor wanted. She had a whole life plan ahead of her. Get her degree, get her Ph.D., find a husband, then start thinking about a family. Instead, she got pregnant, got a husband, then got a Ph.D. and her degree. The complete opposite of what she had originally planned for herself. Lily was far from ready to be a mother at the age of 22, but she knew she could never, ever, give up her child. So, miraculously, she made it work. Through hours of crying and yelling trips to Gen's and her parents, she did it. And managed to raise a happy, healthy, baby boy.

"There you two are!" a familiar voice rang after Lily had finished her inner monologue about the love she had for her son. Rose. And in tow, were a few of the Avengers and a quite inebriated Genevieve Fairchild, hanging loosely onto a seemingly amused Steve Rogers. As the group paraded around the two, Lily's younger sister spoke, "You lovebirds have been up here for an hour. Gen thought you died."

Lily let out a Gentle sigh before standing from the couch that you'd typically find on a porch, but it was on a roof and went to alleviate the Captain of her intoxicated best friend. Whom, Lily could only guess tried to drink Thor or somebody under a table. Another thing about the doctor’s best friend, she never backed away from a challenge. Even when it came to going head to head against a literal God when it came to drinking. It really sometimes surprised Lily that Gen had survived this long. But, if we're honest, it's because Lily had been babysitting her for close to twenty years. That's about the only reason.

"I take it back. I have two kids. This is Genevieve, she owns the cafe you guys go to," Lily smiled, wrapping her arm around her best friend’s waist and leaning Gen into her side, to keep her up. The last thing that Lily wanted was to have her best friend pass out in front of a cute guy, as well as the literal Avengers. That would just be embarrassing. Not to mention, Gen would have passed out and that would require a hospital visit, somewhere Gen hated for some reason that even Lily didn't know, "We should get her home. Thank you for hav-"

"Gotcha," Gen grinned while shoving her fingers into Lily's side, causing the blonde to jump. Untangling herself, Gen dropped herself down onto the couch while throwing herself into a giggle fit at Lily's surprised face. The others around chuckled softly at the practical joke, before Gen piped up, "Told you she'd fall for it, Rose. Every party we've ever been to it happens. And every time, Lily goes all mom mode on my ass."

A conversation erupted after Gen's comment, and Lily just shook her head and joined the brunette on the couch that sat parallel to the chair Bucky occupied. Both Lily and he seemed to stay silent as the group around them laughed and created a merry atmosphere. Instead, they snuck shy and reciprocated glances at one another, both erupting in a fit of blushes anytime they made eye contact. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed, but instead of causing an uproar, the group just smiled at the two. They were like two school kids who had a crush on one another but were too shy to say anything. Stealing glances from across the classroom and having nervous conversations filled with short answers. It was endearing, yet aggravating.

Rose and Gen knew the damage that had been caused to Lily's perception of love. They were the two closest people to Lily, and were there for every step of the divorce, each tear, each time she screamed into a pillow, each time she shot one too many drinks in an effort to forget the pain that reverberated from her heart. The endless nights of Lily calling one of them in tears because Scott went out and had yet to come home. Or when he did, smelled of another woman. But Lily always, always, ignored the bright red sign that said he was no good for her. Rose and Gen were the two people in the world that knew Lily more than she knew herself. They saw the flowers that bloomed inside of her and the beauty that could rise from the ashes if she just allowed it. If Lily allowed herself happiness, they would witness the rebirth of her. See her smile for no reason again, dance around her house, and sing without the help of alcohol. God...her voice was angelic. But it had been ages since anyone had heard it.

Scott had stolen her voice. stole the one thing that really separated Lily from the pack. he kept it hidden as a token of the pain he had caused. a memento of the heart he had shattered with one hand while twisting a knife into Lily's back. he managed to keep it locked away for years, and Lily had grown weary and tired of fighting, and gave up. she stopped searching for the light inside of her he put out. she didn't believe it was possible for her candle of light to be lit once again. all because some son of a bitch decided to crush her life like she was nothing but a bug.

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The clock struck midnight, and Lily laid draped in Gen's arms on the same outdoor couch. Her best friend’s arm draped along her shoulder, a blanket that bruce had grabbed laying on top of them to keep the crisp September air at bay. Everyone was having a lovely time ignoring the party that raged down below them, that had slowly begun to dwindle down and grow quiet. Now, instead of booming music with deep bass, Lily's ears were filled with the laughter of her new friends that surrounded her as jokes and stories were exchanged. It was peaceful, and at that moment, Lily felt calm. Her palms were soft, with no sweat in sight. Her breathing was steady, and her mind stayed on one thought. There was no spiralling, no intense paranoia. just...peace.

Then her phone rang.

Hunter's contact popped up, and that calm heart rate skyrocketed in an instant. Not only was it an odd time to get a call from her son, but he was at Scott’s. if there was an issue, Hunter would go to Scott. This in itself sent that peaceful feeling that Lily had flying out the window. Throwing off the blanket, she slid her phone across the screen and stood, pushing herself up from the couch. Excusing herself off to the side, Lily's hands grew warm and clammy.

"Hunt? Baby, what's wrong?"

"Mama please come pick me up.”

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Lukadrien: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Six

Read it on AO3: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Six: Home

For the first week after the wedding, Luka and Adrien didn’t leave the house, let alone their bedroom, much.

They got out more the second week, visiting the clearing by Luka’s bend in the river several days and going into town to run errands for the family as well as to show Adrien around to help him get his bearings and introduce him to people.

Even still, Luka didn’t let Adrien out of his sight while they were out and about, sticking close by and keeping a sharp eye on the people around them when they were in public places.

“Do you think I need to start wearing my knife out?” Adrien inquired one evening at the beginning of the third week.

Luka gave a start, cocking his head in confusion. “Why? Do you feel unsafe?”

Adrien gave his head a shake. “Not at all. Everyone’s either civil or avoids me. More often than not, people are friendly. No one’s been hostile,” Adrien assured, giving his husband’s bicep a light squeeze. “It’s just that you’re always so tense when we go out, like you’re afraid someone’s going to jump out of the bushes and attack.”

Luka averted his eyes, cheeks taking on a salmon hue in his embarrassment. “I’m sorry if my behavior has given you the wrong idea. I just…worry too much.”

Adrien leaned in to give Luka’s cheek a bolstering lick. “Would it make you feel better if I was armed?”

Luka frowned, his expression turning skeptical. “My Love…I don’t want to sound patronizing, but what would you realistically do with a weapon, if you wore one?”

Adrien shrugged. “Not much if someone used magic on me, but, if it were a physical attack, I could defend myself.”

Luka’s skepticism morphed into indulgent affection as he reached up and stroked Adrien’s hair. “Adrien, that’s a nice idea, but…”

Adrien’s eyebrow quirked. “But what? You don’t think I could?”

“I didn’t say that,” Luka replied gently with that same glint in his eye, that of a parent humoring a child.

Adrien frowned. “Luka, I realize that I’m a comparatively fragile being to you, but I’m not defenseless. I’m an accomplished swordsman, and I’ve been trained in hand-to-hand combat. I can protect myself, so please stop babying me. I don’t appreciate it.”

Luka’s pale blue eyes widened in surprise, and he rushed to repair the damage. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like I was looking down on you. I’m sure you’re right that you’re very capable, but my world is a dangerous place, and you’re not accustomed to it, so I worry about you.”

Adrien fixed his husband with a gaze brimming with determination. “Well, it’s my world now too, so I’m going to have to get accustomed to it, don’t you think?”

Luka grimaced, biting at the inside of his cheek. “I suppose that’s true, but…Adrien, I love you, and the thought of something happening to you makes me feel physically ill.”

Adrien’s expression softened as he reached up to cup Luka’s cheek. “Orpheus, I understand that I’m never going to be as strong as your people. I know that I seem ‘breakable’ to you, but I really need you to start trusting me.”

“Adrien—” Luka began to protest, but Adrien placed his thumb over Luka’s lips and shook his head.

“Shh. Yes, I know you trust me, but…maybe what I mean is that I need you to believe in me,” he clarified, eyes pleading with his mate. “Back at court, no one ever believed in me. They treated me like a child and always looked down on me. They spent all that time educating and training me, but no one actually believed I could do anything with all that knowledge. No one ever gave me the chance to prove myself.”

Luka’s eyes widened in understanding, and he began to nod.

Adrien took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts. “…I guess what I’m asking you is to give me a chance. We’re supposed to be partners, right?”

“Absolutely,” Luka confirmed, taking Adrien’s hands in his own and giving them a squeeze of solidarity.

“Then treat me as your equal,” Adrien entreated. “I don’t want to be babied and coddled and protected from everything anymore. I want you to treat me like a competent human being. I’m pretty sure I could be one if someone gave me the opportunity.”

“…Okay,” Luka breathed, resolving to do his best to take a step back and let go. “I…” He swallowed hard. “I believe in you.”

“Thank you,” Adrien whispered, eyes going damp with gratitude as he leaned in to press his lips to Luka’s. “That’s the best gift anyone could ever give me.”

 Step one of learning to believe in Adrien took the form of sparring matches where the young prince completely took Luka by surprise.

“You’re…” Luka struggled to find the word from his position on the ground where Adrien had laid him out flat by blocking Luka’s swing and then sweeping Luka’s legs out from under him.

“…Phenomenal?” Adrien suggested smugly as he pulled his shirt back on. “Inspiring? Incredibly good looking?”

“Definitely that last one,” Luka chuckled, accepting Adrien’s hand up only to tug his husband down to the ground with him.

“Cheating,” Adrien pouted, leaning in to nip Luka’s earlobe.

“You’re actually quite proficient at unarmed combat,” Luka remarked, pleasantly surprised.

Adrien gave a snort. “I mean, I told you so.”

“Yes,” Luka agreed, “but I’m used to mortals bragging and overselling their skills.”

“Do I seem like a braggard to you?” Adrien clicked his tongue, feigning offense as he quietly relished Luka’s impressed approval.

“Never,” Luka assured, tussling Adrien’s hair and massaging his scalp.

Adrien luxuriated in the attention for almost a full minute before cracking his eyes open and grinning impishly. “Wanna get your butt kicked by a mortal again?”

“Yes please,” Luka whimpered. “It’s unbelievably attractive when you kick my butt.”

 The next step in learning to believe in Adrien came when Max, Alix, Kim, and Ondine started paying him regular visits.

At first, it made Luka extremely nervous to watch his mate roughhousing with the others. Kim in particular made Luka uneasy because Kim didn’t treat Adrien any differently from a fae whereas the others were a little more cautious around the mortal.

The discomfort gradually faded, however, as Luka watched Adrien goof around with his new friends without some tragedy transpiring.

Slowly, Luka learned that he didn’t have to worry so much. Things were okay. Nothing bad was going to happen to Adrien, and even if Adrien weren’t strictly “safe”, he could still take care of himself.

Luka had gotten to know Adrien’s vulnerable side when the weeping prince had come to Luka’s clearing for refuge and shared his fears, sorrows, and insecurities with the kelpie. What Luka hadn’t seen before was Adrien’s strength, Adrien’s resilience, and Adrien’s courage.

It was breathtaking getting to know this new side of his mate, and Luka found himself falling all over again for this spunky, capable, mischievous Adrien—and just as hard as he had for the sensitive, compassionate, thoughtful boy he’d become enraptured with three months before.

Eventually, Luka got comfortable enough that Adrien could venture out on his own or with others without Luka fretting too much.

 Adrien quickly found his place within the Couffaine family.

Rose continued to adore her new brother and patiently taught him everything he needed to know about cooking and cleaning and basic home upkeep.

They often went into town together and hung out in Rose’s favourite clearing by a charming bend in the river where the tributary turned into more of a trickling brook.

Rose introduced Adrien to her friends, and, soon enough, Adrien had a devoted little following among the naiads, dryads, and other nymphs.

Unfortunately, Rose and Adrien’s sudden close friendship made Juleka feel threatened because of all the time Rose was spending with the mortal. This tension, on top of the resentment Juleka already felt towards Adrien for supposedly taking her brother away from her, did not make things any smoother between Adrien and his mate’s sister.

Anarka quickly warmed to Adrien, though. As she got to know him better and saw how Luka and Adrien were together, it was easier for her to set aside her earlier misgivings about the relationship.

Adrien soon found his place in fae society by serving as Anarka’s intern as she went about her clan leader duties.

Since Adrien had been raised and educated to one day become ruler of his kingdom, he knew a fair deal about government and policy. He found it fascinating to study the ways in which a democracy differed from a monarchy, and he discovered that he really enjoyed following Anarka around, observing how she interacted with her constituents, and acting as a sounding board to help her come up with creative solutions to the various problems the community faced.

“I can’t tell you how nice it is that one of my kids is finally taking an interest in my work,” Anarka guffawed over dinner one night, clapping Adrien proudly on the back. “Dri has a real knack for government!”

“Of course he does,” Luka readily agreed, smiling in satisfaction at his mother’s praise of his mate. “He’s intelligent, a fast learner, kind-hearted, and resourceful. It’s not surprising that he’s a natural.”

Rose gave Adrien’s hair a playful tussle, cooing, “That’s our boy!”

Adrien looked to Anarka, tentatively inquiring, “I wouldn’t be eligible to someday run for a government position, would I? There isn’t some way I could get…like…fae citizenship or something?”

Anarka bit her lip, considering. “I don’t recall anything like this ever coming up, so I’m not sure, but…if this is something you’re interested in pursuing long-term, stick with me. I’ll help you get your feet wet. Maybe then, in a few years, people will recognize you and be familiar with the kind of work you do. If enough people support you and want you to represent them, I don’t see why you being mortal should be a problem. We’ll get them to accept you into the community before too long, Mon Poisson,” she assured, resting a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry.”

“Thank you, Capitaine.” Adrien beamed, overflowing with delight at feeling like he had finally found a place where he belonged.

The sensation left him when Juleka spoke up.

“If you want to work in government so much, why don’t you just go home?” she asked, tone honestly curious and devoid of any of the usual spite. “I mean, you’ve got a whole kingdom to run, don’t you?”

Adrien’s gaze dropped to his plate. He could still feel Juleka’s inquiring eyes on him, and it made his cheeks burn as he bashfully mumbled, “That place isn’t my home.”

“His home is with us,” Anarka confirmed, shooting a reproving look her daughter’s way.

Juleka put her hands up in surrender and dropped the topic, not pressing any further.

“Who wants blackberry cobbler?” Rose interjected, trying to restore peace and balance. “Dri and I just made it this afternoon, and it’s scrumptious.”

Under the table, Luka gave Adrien’s knee a supportive squeeze, eliciting a tired smile from Adrien who placed his hand on top of Luka’s and squeezed back.

 Time gradually slipped by, and the leaves morphed from vibrant green to blood red, burnt orange, and saffron yellow before fading to mottled brown and drifting down to coat the forest floor in a crunchy layer of debris.

Winter snuck in, putting a prickly chill into the air as it entered Adrien’s lungs.

Small clumps of ice began to form in the water, and Adrien started to worry about the lake freezing, trapping him underneath.

“Little Prince, you’re not going to drown,” Luka coaxed, pulling his mate in closer one night when Adrien awoke from the recurring nightmare.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Adrien whimpered.

“Here. Let me share some of my air,” Luka offered, pressing his lips to Adrien’s.

“…S-Sorry,” Adrien panted when they broke apart. “I feel like such a baby for freaking out like this.”

“No, Adrien,” Luka cooed, smoothing his husband’s hair. “It’s okay. It’s a perfectly understandable fear. Nothing to be ashamed of…but there’s no need to worry. The lake never freezes solid, and my powers protect you. You’re perfectly safe.”

Adrien snuggled back into Luka’s chest and exhaled an enormous sigh. “…My mother drowned.”

Luka craned his neck to try to get a glimpse of Adrien’s expression as he whispered a stunned, “What?”

“Almost seven years ago. When I was thirteen,” Adrien added softly. “I was terrified of taking a bath for a couple months afterwards.”

“You never said anything,” Luka accused, thinking back with dread to all the times he’d joked about drowning Adrien the first two months of their friendship.

Adrien shrugged. “It didn’t seem relevant. I wasn’t scared until I started worrying about the lake freezing over and being stuck down here. I wasn’t scared after the first time you pulled me into the river and kissed me so I could breathe. It’s just the thought of being trapped that’s freaking me out.”

Luka placed a whisper of a kiss to the top of Adrien’s head. “You will never be trapped ever again,” he promised. “I know you’ve felt that way your whole life and that freedom is still new for you, but this is permanent. Things will never go back to the way they were…and I will never let you drown.”

“Thanks, Orpheus,” Adrien mumbled into Luka’s chest, holding his husband tighter as he drifted back to sleep.

 Adrien was in the kitchen, helping Rose to prepare the New Year’s feast when Juleka came down the steps from the deck and poked her head in, resting her elbows on the countertop.

“Sweetie, do you think you could spare Dri for fifteen minutes, or do you need him?” she inquired of Rose, tipping her head to the side.

“We just got everything in the oven, so I should be able to manage,” Rose replied, taking off her oven mitts and turning to quirk a suspicious eyebrow at her mate. “Why do you ask?”

Juleka shrugged. “I just wanted his help with something.” She shifted her gaze to Adrien. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Adrien readily agreed, eager to help his sister-in-law and hopefully win brownie points.

In the three months since marrying into the family, Adrien didn’t feel like he’d made much progress with Juleka, and he was keen to improve the situation any way that he could.

“Great. Get your coat and meet me on the shore,” Juleka instructed with what passed for the hint of a smile.

Three minutes later, Adrien found his sister-in-law sitting by the lakeshore, skipping stones absentmindedly.

“Here I am,” he announced his presence so as not to startle her. “What did you need help with, Juleka?”

Her auburn eyes lazily came to rest on him, and she stood and motioned for him to follow. “Walk with me. I wanted to talk with you.”

“What about?” Adrien inquired nervously, his stomach starting to tie itself into pretzels as she led him into the woods.

She kept walking, not bothering to answer until the lake was out of sight, swallowed up by the enchanted trees.

Only when they’d reached a clearing did Juleka turn to face him, breathing out a long sigh and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m going to be straight with you,” she informed wearily. “I’ve actively tried to dislike you, but I just don’t. You’re polite and kind, and you do a good job helping out around the house. You’re a good cook. You’re fairly quiet, and you stay out of my way,” she verbally ticked off, and Adrien briefly dared to hope that this was going to be a positive conversation.

“I’ve tried to hate you,” Juleka stressed, “but I just don’t, so what I’m about to say is nothing personal.”

Adrien’s chest tightened, and he mentally braced himself for whatever hurtful thing his sister-in-law was getting ready to say next.

“What would it take to get you to leave?” she earnestly inquired and then waited expectantly for his response.

Adrien’s brow began to crinkle in confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“What’s your price?” Juleka rephrased, asserting, “I know you have a price. All humans do.”

Adrien staggered backward as if physically assaulted by the declaration. “Price?” he repeated, stunned and still trying to process her words.

“What would I have to give you to get you to leave my brother alone and go back to your castle where you belong?” she snorted indignantly, losing patience as he seemed to try to play innocent.

Adrien’s ears started to ring.

“I thought Luc would have lost interest in you by now,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “His infatuations usually pass within a month, but this is getting dangerously serious. He’s obsessed with you, and I’m starting to get scared,” she confessed, the fear evident in her flame-like eyes.

“He’s completely lost his mind. He’s talking about dying with you,” Juleka hissed, wrapping her arms around herself tighter, trying to hold in her anxiety and terror. “He says he can’t live without you. Do you know how insane that is?”

Adrien did not know, because what Juleka was describing summed up his feelings for Luka pretty well, so the sentiment was mutual.

“Our people live centuries,” Juleka stressed, trying to get her point across. “At best, you’ll live maybe another sixty or seventy years. You say you love him. If you really loved him, would you steal hundreds of years from him? Would you take away all of that time, all of those experiences he could have?” she pleaded.

Adrien averted his gaze, unable to find his voice to answer as he stared at the blades of grass carpeting the forest floor, still magically flourishing despite the bitter cold.

“I guess what I’m really asking is: Do you love him? …Or are you selfish?” she challenged.

At the beginning of the year, Adrien would have slunk away with his tail between his legs, but, in the five months he had known Luka, the three months that they had been married, Adrien had changed. He’d begun to understand an important truth: the fact that he was worth something, the fact that he was likeable and deserving of love.

Adrien took a slow inhale and swallowed hard, looking up to meet his sister-in-law’s eyes as he declared, “I love him…so the thing I want more than anything is for him to be happy…and it sounds like the thing that makes him happy more than anything is me.”

Juleka’s eyes went wide in surprise.

She had expected the normally meek Adrien to fold and give in when confronted. She had never anticipated this kind of response.

“So, I’m going to stay by his side as long as I live,” Adrien decreed with all the authority of a nobleman certain of being heeded. “I’ll do my best to persuade him to live on without me, but what he does after I’m gone is up to him and you and Rose and Anarka. If he already feels like he can’t live without me, how would it help matters to deprive him of me even sooner by leaving?”

Juleka didn’t reply. She hadn’t considered this. She’d just been thinking that, if Adrien left, things would go back to the way they were before. She’d get her brother back, and Luka would no longer be in danger.

“Besides,” Adrien added more softly. “There’s nothing you could give me to make me leave. I gave up wealth and power and comfort to be with him so that I could have freedom and love and a feeling of belonging. I already have everything I want, Juleka. I’m sorry that my happiness is making things hard for you.”

She blinked, opening and closing her mouth several times, trying to form some kind of retort but completely at a loss.

“Well,” Adrien exhaled. “If there’s nothing else you need, I should really get back to helping Rose in the kitchen. Thank you for bringing your concerns to my attention.”

With a polite nod, Adrien turned on his heel and headed back home.

 Later that night, after the New Year’s feast, Juleka and Adrien were in the kitchen washing dishes when Juleka muttered, “You didn’t tattle on me,” in honest surprise.

Adrien blinked, looking up from the plate he was rinsing in confusion. “I’m sorry. What?”

“You didn’t tell the others what I talked to you about earlier,” she elaborated, peering up at him curiously from the cup she was drying.

He shrugged, looking away. “What good would that do? It would only cause discord and get you in trouble, and I don’t want that. For my mate’s sake as well as my own, I just want to live here in peace and get along with everyone.”

Juleka hummed pensively, considering Adrien’s reasons.

“Besides,” he continued in a whisper. “I sort of get why you’re acting this way. You love your brother, and you think I’m a threat. You’re just trying to protect him. Honestly, we both want the same thing; we just have different ideas about how the goal should be achieved. I can’t fault you for doing what you think is right.”

Juleka gave a snort of a laugh. “No, Your Highness, you really, really could if you tried. The problem is you’re too good. Alya’s right about you. You’re a total cupcake.”

“I know that you’re making fun of me, but I’m choosing to take it as a compliment,” Adrien replied with a charming smile that Juleka had to exert a lot of effort in order to pretend that she was immune to.

“Suit yourself…Cupcake,” Juleka snickered.

 Adrien had been with the Couffaines for six months when winter’s grip on the land began to loosen, and the trees stretched their limbs, yawning into bloom.

One day, Juleka came back from town early, flying down the stairs as if pursued, her basket almost empty of the items she had been sent to purchase.

“Adrien!” she shouted, stumbling into the main cabin, eyes wide in alarm.

Adrien gave a start, looking up from the strings of Luka’s lyre where his husband was positioning Adrien’s fingers as Luka taught Adrien to play.

Anarka looked up from her magazine to glare at her daughter, scolding, “Juleka, not so loud. Anyone could hear you, shouting like that. Even the fish have ears.”

Rose stood from her place on the couch, going to her wife. “Juju, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Juleka shook her head, holding up a hand to assure Rose that she was fine as she hurried over to Adrien. “Prince Adrien of the Kingdom of Agreste…right?” she inquired cautiously, as if afraid of cutting the wrong wire of a ticking bomb.

“How do you know that?” Luka growled in warning, wrapping his arms around Adrien more tightly in protection.

“You two are loud, and the walls aren’t that thick,” Anarka scoffed, half-amused.

Juleka kept shaking her head. “In town. I ran into Alya. She’s always going to the human city. She said King Gabriel…” Juleka gulped, struggling to compose herself as she tried again, “…Your father is dead.”

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 17

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Fluff

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: None

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I felt so nervous. Why did I feel so nervous? I wasn’t the one who was going on stage. But I felt like I was. If I was feeling like this, I could only imagine how bad it was for the boys. Regardless, they were going to do great, I just knew it.

I must have been noticeably anxious because Sejin appeared in front of me. “(Y/n), are you okay?”

“Y-yeah. I’m fine,” I manage to get out. “Why?”

“You look anxious,” Sejin said.

“Well, yeah,” I responded, matter-of-factly. “Our boys are about to go on stage for their debut showcase. How can I not be nervous?”

He chuckled. “You’re not the one going on stage.”

I slowly exhaled a breath to try to calm my nerves. “But I’m still so nervous for them.”

“They’ll do great, don’t worry,” Sejin patted me on the back.

“I know they will,” I said with a soft smile.

It was finally here, the day that BTS got to show the world their talent for the first time. There was actually a pretty decent crowd of fans who showed up to support them, which was a pleasant sight to see. While any support was appreciated and welcome, seeing the audience full definitely made me feel ecstatic, as I’m sure it did for the boys as well.

They had already done their interview for the showcase and before we knew it, it was time for the boys to go on stage. Sejin and I gave them encouraging words before they gathered together to do a cheer and walked to their places for the performance.

We Are Bulletproof Pt. 2 started playing, and the cheers from the crowd began almost right away. I watched carefully through the monitor in a back room, having every faith that they were going to be amazing, but my heart still beat rapidly as I couldn’t calm down my nerves.

When the dance line’s turn to shine came, I tightly clamped my hands together. I knew this was what they were the most nervous about. Despite the difficult choreography, the countless hours they sent practicing it had definitely paid off and they performed it perfectly. The song ended, and everyone had done an amazing job.

Afterwards, they came backstage to get their outfits changed for the next song. They filed in, still catching their breath and smiling.

“That was amazing, guys!” I said, as I high-fived Jungkook when he passed by me.

“Thanks, noona,” Hoseok said. “We’re not done yet, though.”

“No More Dream is going to be just as perfect, I know it,” I assured them, as I left the room to give them the privacy they needed to change.

They quickly returned to the stage to perform the main track from their album. I paid extra attention to the lyrics as I watched them move flawlessly around the stage. I may not have always been the biggest fan of this style of music, but the thought and meaning put into the lyrics was something to be very proud of and made the song much more appealing to me.

The lyrics were encouraging the listener to look inside themselves and find out what their personal dream was, if they really desired to follow along the set path that others had perceived for them. It was extremely outspoken, especially in a country where pushing to be the top student and going to one of the top universities was a standard very commonly placed on the younger generations.

It was a risky move to be starting off with such a strong, and potentially controversial, view and message. But that’s what would make them stand out, and Bang had his own unique strategy for this game that was the K-pop industry. He may have been playing by the necessary rules, but he wasn’t going to sacrifice his morals and what he wanted to accomplish to be in the game. And the boys of BTS were more than willing to follow that.

Their performance was flawless again, of course. And they lingered on the stage for a bit to offer a bow and thanks to everyone who came to see them on their special day before eventually making their way backstage again.

I stayed back to let them bask in the feeling of their first performance undisturbed. I was completely there to support them and so excited and ready to celebrate, but I knew what they felt right now was something I couldn’t understand and I didn’t want to try to pretend that I could.

“I can’t believe it,” Jimin said, almost too quiet to hear. “We made our debut.”

“I feel amazing,” Hobi said with the biggest smile on his face.

“We’ve done those dances countless times, but performing it on stage was so exhilarating!” Jungkook exclaimed.

Suga nodded in agreement. “I guess I can continue to deal with all the dancing if it means I get to keep experiencing that.”

“That felt so much better than I thought it would,” Jin admitted. “I can’t believe I had the chance to do this.”

“Why is that so hard to believe, hyung?” Tae asked. “You were just as amazing as Hobi hyung.”

Jin laughed. “The day that I’m up to par with Hoseok will be the day the world ends.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, hyung,” Namjoon added. “I feel like that was the best we’ve done yet. What did you think, noona?” He looked at me.

I had a huge smile on my face. “You guys absolutely killed it, all of you. It was incredible!”

Taehyung smiled his boxy smile as he let out a short, breathy laugh. “Thank you, noona. I love hearing the support from our number one fan.”

“No way, I can’t possibly be your number one fan,” I said dismissively.

“Of course you are!” Jimin said as he jumped on my back to wrap me in a sweaty hug. “You’ll always be our number one fan to us.”

He let go of me and I smiled as I turned around to look at him and the others before leaving the room to give them their privacy again.

Bang had explicitly told us not to schedule anything else for the boys today, so once they were dressed down and ready to go, Sejin drove the nine of us to a restaurant.

“We’re not going home?” Yoongi asked. “I thought we didn’t have anything else to do.”

“Correct,” I said, “but did you really think we’d end the day without celebrating a bit?”

“Yes!” Jungkook cheered from the back.

We pulled up to the restaurant and the boys quickly filed out of the van, excited for the meal Sejin and I were about to buy for them.

We settled into a large table in the back of the dining area where we should be able to eat undisturbed. While the boys’ debut wasn’t explosive, being from a smaller company who couldn’t get their debut on big headlines and super advertised, we still ran a risk of them being recognized now. But we all understood how to keep a low profile.

I sat next to Namjoon, who had been surprisingly quiet today. I knew he’s just as happy and thrilled as the rest about being able to debut, but he wasn’t showing it very much. After we all settled in and gave our orders to the waitress, I placed a hand on his arm to get his attention. “Everything okay, Namjoon?” I asked him.

He gently smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m alright, noona.” I gave him a look to let him know I wasn’t convinced, but he shook his head. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to worry about. I'm just a bit overwhelmed is all.”

Jin, who sat on the other side of Namjoon, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, having heard his leader’s words even though they were quiet. “I get what you mean, Joon,” he said. “But I think I can safely say that today was a huge success for us. And even though we know it won’t be easy as we move forward, we’ll all be here for each other. Don’t put too much weight on your shoulders just because you’re our leader, Joonie.”

I smiled. Seokjin was always so good at knowing what to say to help the others. He may have been a bit goofy most of the time, but moments like this reminded me that he was the oldest. The rest of our table was full of laughter and excited conversations, which Namjoon slowly relaxed into as well.

I remembered the first time I went to dinner with the boys, how I had felt insecure about my place among them and how I was so unsure of myself. This time, even though I still didn’t get too many words in and for the most part sat quietly, it didn’t bother me at all. I knew that even if I wasn’t fully included, they considered me a part of their little family. And this night was for them more than it was for me and Sejin, so I sat back to let them enjoy it.

While I was lost in my thoughts, the food had arrived and Namjoon started placing pieces from the various dishes on my bowl of rice for me. He didn’t even start eating yet.

“Joonie, I can feed myself,” I chuckled. “Why do you guys always do that?”

“Because you don’t eat enough, noona,” Taehyung said matter-of-factly from across the table.

“Since when?” I asked. “If I ate all the food you guys insisted I eat, my stomach would explode. And I’d get fat.”

“You? Fat?” Hoseok laughed. “Impossible.”

I sighed as I shook my head. “Take care of yourselves before me. You’re the ones who just worked your butts off on that stage. Eat as much as you want.”

Namjoon still kept pretty quiet while we ate. But when we were almost finished, he decided to speak up. “I want to say something.”

We all paused as we gave him our full attention.

“Noona, Sejin hyung, thank you ever so much for all the work you’ve done for us.” Namjoon said. “You worked so hard to get us here, and we wouldn’t have been able to get this far without you. And I know you’ll still have to work just as hard moving forward for us to keep going, so I want to make sure you know we all appreciate you both so much and we will always be thankful for everything you do for us. Thank you,” he finished as he slightly bowed his head.

The sudden speech surprised me. I was not expecting that, and I found myself feeling flustered over getting such a heartfelt thank you.

Sejin oppa smiled. “It’s our pleasure to be working with such wonderful boys as yourselves. As long as you can keep living your dreams and be happy doing so, we’ll be happy to stay by your side.”

I snapped out of my shock and nodded. “Agreed. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I’ll do anything for my boys.”

“Your boys?” Jin asked. “You know I’m older than you.”

“By 3 days,” I said.

“Yeah, but how can I be ‘your boy’ if we’re the same age?”

“I’m still your manager, so you’re all my boys.”

“This is the most stupid argument ever,” Yoongi cut in, making us laugh.

We finished dinner and Sejin drove us back to our apartments before heading home himself. I was feeling rather worn out, although I wasn’t sure why since I didn’t do anything necessarily exhausting today. I sat in my living room, scrolling through comments on their music video. The debut showcase was pre-recorded, so it’d be going up a little later.

A lot of people were complimenting them, especially the choreography and their powerful performance. A lot of people pointed out their lyrics, liking that it was different from what they were used to hearing–most songs tended to be related to love or relationships in one way or another. I was glad to see that the initial reactions were positive. There were of course hate comments sprinkled in, but they were far and few between.

I heard a knock on my door, so I paused my search and opened the door to see Namjoon standing there.

“What’s up, Joonie?” I asked.

“Not much,” he said as he kicked off his shoes and sat down in my living room.

He was silent for a few moments. “Joonie,” I said as I sat next to him, “you’re awfully quiet. Why aren’t you spending time with the other guys?”

“They are just really loud and energetic right now,” he said. “I wanted to be somewhere a little calmer.”

I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’d like to think I know you guys pretty well by now. And it looks to me as though something’s on your mind.”

He sighed. “It’s not that I’m not happy, I really am. But they’re just too energetic for me right now. This feels so surreal to me, like I’m just floating by in a daydream. I guess I’m still trying to register the fact that we just debuted.”

“I get what you mean. You’ve been working for this for a long time, longer than any of the others. So I guess it makes sense that you need some more time to digest that you’re no longer just a trainee.”

Joon nodded and rested his head on my shoulder, and we sat in silence for a few moments before we started getting notifications on our phones from the group chat.

Jimin: Namjoonie hyung~ Where are you?

Jin: Namjoon, you better not have gotten yourself into trouble.

Hobi: Noona, have you seen Namjoonie?

Me: Don’t worry guys, Joonie is at my apartment.

Taetae: Aww hyung! Do you not like us anymore? ☹ We want to celebrate with you!

Jimin: Yeah, how are we supposed to celebrate without our leader?

Joonie: You guys are so loud. I wanted some peace and quiet. I’ll be over later. Just let me relax with noona for a bit please.

Jin: Okay, okay. Take care of our Joonie for us, (Y/n)!

Me: Of course 😊

Namjoon gently tossed his phone onto the coffee table. “They can’t leave me alone for 10 minutes, can they?” he asked, shaking his head.

“They love you, you know that,” I said as he laid down, resting his head in my lap. He sighed again. “Is something wrong?”

“Hm?” he looked up at me. “No, nothing’s wrong. I was actually just thinking that I feel lucky to be in a team that’s so close with each other. It’s not easy for seven guys to all get along. Plus having two great managers who are focused on what is best for us, rather than just merely doing your job for the sake of it being your job.”

“One thing I’ve come to learn is that Bang PD-nim sure knows what he’s doing,” I said. “Even if he sometimes seems a little off his rocker. But that’s what makes him great.”

Joon smiled and nodded. We remained in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Before I knew it, I ended up falling asleep, feeling happy and content.

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Moments with mini-angel; Roger Taylor

*Author’s note*

Here we go guys I managed to FINALLY finish off the last part of my Moment’s with mini-angel chapter and here we go with the most lovable member of them all, ROGAH TAYLAH!!!!!! Now this was is prob. my FAV part of the series but also the toughest to write cause I had established throughout the entire Rock Angel series, that Roger and you reader-chan as the RA have this SPECIAL bond and I knew I had to try and top that w/baby Kelly (so I HOPE I delivered to long time fans of this series)

So not really any warnings just make sure you bill me your dentist bill by the end lol cause trust me you WILL get cavities from the sweetness that’s in this chap. Enjoy my lovelies ;)

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*New lion cub; Roger Taylor. 4 months old. Surrey, England*

I was rushing around the house trying to get myself ready.  I don’t know why I agreed to do this interview in the first place? I wasn’t ready nor in the ‘physical condition’ to make a public appearance yet.  

I was still trying to lose the post-pregnancy weight I had gained, now all the critics are gonna call me out on even more curves.

“You’re muttering again.” I heard Jack’s voice say.

“I don’t mutter.” I sassed at him.

“Yes you do. You always mutter whenever you get extremely insecure.” Jack came up behind me from the bathroom door and wrapped his arms around me. “Now c’mon, what’s going on in my Rock Angel’s mind?”

“Just…….insecurities.” he sighed heavily.

“This is about the TV interview today isn’t it?”

“Could I possible call in and cancel it? Plus we can just stay here with Kelly.” I suggested.

“No we can’t. Look, I know you’ve been trying your best to lose the post-pregnancy weight but baby you look just as beautiful as before. Hell you look even more beautiful with them. And if some asshole wants to poke fun at them then he clearly has no life than to bring others down. And that is literally a shit way to live.” I looked up at him as cupped the side of his jawline.

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Because if I wasn’t then I’d have the hottest rock band beating my ass all over the world three times over.”

“Well Rog would beat you till the end of time.”

“See there we go!” I giggled softly as he kissed the side of my face up and down. “Funny and sexy. I really hit the jackpot with you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere Jack Kline.”

“Not true, it got me you.” I turned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck.  Before I could say anything back to him, the phone rang.  I stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the phone connected to our nightstand.

“Hello?”

‘Hello (y/n) dearie, this is Trudy calling.’

“Oh hi Mrs. Cushing, how are you?”

‘I’m afraid not good dearie. I suddenly fell ill with the flu so I’m afraid I can’t come over and babysit for you.’

“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear about that Mrs. Cushing.”

‘I really hate to drop this on you at the last minutes but—’

“No, no it is what it is. I’m sorry but it would be better if you stayed home and rest.”

‘Oh thank you so much for understanding dear. I would hate to give the sweet little one what I got, especially with her recent colic recovery.’

“Absolutely yes. Well I hope you feel better Mrs. Cushing, take care.”

‘You too dearie, goodbye.’

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and I turned to Jack.

“Is Mrs. Cushing sick?” he asked me.

“The flu. I told her it’s best she stay home and rest.” He sighed heavily and came out of the bathroom and sat down at the foot of the bed.

“So what do you wanna do?”

“What can we do? Deacy and Ronnie are in Bali, Brian’s busy with his own producing, I can’t even get a hold of Chrissie these days, Freddie said he didn’t even wanna come near the house till she was 6months after your little wake up fiasco.”

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” he said to me with a quirked brow.

“Hell to the no. And today Rory has a doctor’s appointment and Dominique is busy with that.”

“Well you do realize that just leaves…….” Jack trailed off.

“I know. I can’t ask him to do it last minute. He prefers to know ahead of schedule.”

“(Y/n), you know that man would fly half way across the world if something ever happened to you. Remember when that bastard plastered our faces on the front page of every tabloid when we first met. The whole band actually cancelled the rest of their Japan tour just to interrogate you.”

“Your right. I just hope he’s up for it.”

“He is. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he’s waiting outside across the porch right now.” Jack teased as he went up to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed Roger’s number while I continued to get ready.

About 15 minutes later, we soon heard the doorbell ring and we both looked at each other.

“Speak of the chaotic blonde devil.” Said Jack.

“Just be thankful Fred isn’t here to back him up, then I’d really be worried.” I said grimly.

“You wanna answer it?”

“No you go ahead, I wanna say goodbye to my baby real quick.” Jack nodded and pecked my cheek and headed downstairs while I headed towards the nursery room.

*3rd Person POV*

Jack walked down the stairs all the while hearing the doorbell ring frantically as well as the loud banging at the door.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I’m coming Roger, coming!” the second he turned the lock, the door suddenly swung open and in came in Roger Taylor.  Wearing his usual prescription shades and the shirt that (y/n) had named ‘the dad shirt’. The blue with yellow and white lines across it, white pants, and his usual favorite brand of shoes.

“Sorry I’m late Jack, hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“No not really.”

“Where is she?”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.”

“Up in the nursery—” before Jack could even finish his sentence, Roger immediately charged upstairs and trudged towards the nursery room.  He entered in a calm manner to see (y/n) standing over her daughter’s crib, and baby Kelly cooing up at her mother.

*My POV*

“Hello lovie.” I looked up to see Roger standing there.

“Hey dad.” I said softly. “She’s literally just waking up now. Latest she’s ever slept even though she went to bed at her normal time.”

“Well that’s another thing she got from her mother.” He teased as he came up and stood beside me.  I gawked at him and slapped his shoulder he chuckled softly. “Nah, nah, nah I’m kidding. Well—”

“Dad!”

“I’m kidding. But I do admit you do look adorable when you sleep. Freddie says you look like a cat when you especially curl yourself inwards on the tour bus beds.” I lowered my head and I said down to Kelly.

“My darling baby, don’t you dare listen to any stories your godfather tells you.”

“Yes Kelly bear. Do listen to the stories I tell you. I’ve got loads of embarrassing stories in regards to your mummy.” He cooed down at her and he gingerly bopped her tiny little nose. “And you missy, need to head out and get to that TV studio for that interview.”

“Okay but not until I give you the list of Kelly’s instructions—”

“No need I know everything this cute dovie needs.” He interrupted me.

“No dad please you need to listen…..”

“I did. I remember where you have all the emergency numbers, who to call, where the food and milk is at, how to prepare it. Love I’m not the chaotic young drummer I used to be 12 years ago.”

“No. You’re just older.” He glared at me and that’s when he suddenly tossed me over his shoulder. “Whoa Roger what the…..”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah! No swearing in front of the baby. Now you’re going to that interview and I will take care of everything.” He walked out of Kelly’s nursery with me still hung over his shoulder.

“No stop it! Put me down!”

“Nope not till you get your butt out that door and go that interview!”

“Put me down this is humiliating!”

“Oh come on it’s not as humiliating as New Orleans at Mardi Gras back in 82.” As we reached the front door, he opened the door and set me down and gently pushed me out the door.  He then grabbed Jack’s wrist and shoved him outside. “Alright now both of you go. Leave and we’ll see you on TV lovie. See you later this afternoon you two love you my lion cub, bye!”

He slammed the door shut and we heard the click of the locks.  Jack and I looked at each other shaking our heads.

“It’s like he wanted to get rid of us.” said Jack.

“Like I said, he’s bonkers for our baby girl. But he is right, my interview starts in 30 minutes.” Jack and I walked towards the car and got inside.  I started the engine up and soon we took off out of the driveway.

*Roger’s POV*

I peeked out the window to see them finally drive off and as soon as they were gone, I shot my fist in the air.

“Finally! I thought they’d never fuckin leave. The three other guys get their one on one time with baby Kelly and I don’t? That is a crime in itself.” I said as I raced back up towards the nursery.  “Well no more, this time it’s just us. Me and my little Kelly-belly.”

As soon as I reached the nursery, I could hear the faint sounds of her sad little cries.  Poor little thing must already miss her mummy, well time for god-papa to come to the rescue.  I walked over towards her crib and reached down with one hand and stroked her head.

“Shhh, shhh. Now, now Kelly dear, mummy and daddy will be back soon.” Her crying ceased as soon as she heard my voice, her eyes that once cried small crocodile tears, now looked up at me with curiosity.

Her small brain must’ve soon connected the dots because with the snap of a finger she went from sad to happy as she reached out towards me happily cooing.

“Oh is all that joy for me?” I teased down to her. Her baby laughs echoing throughout the room as I talked down to her, “Is this happy baby all for me?” I reached down and picked her up and held her close to my chest. “God I swear every time I see you, you’re growing like a weed, much like my own little girl. You both need to stop that.” She babbled on. “No you do. I swear before you know it you’ll be walking, talking, graduating school and university, and god forbid marriage. God why can’t you girls just stay small and young forever like this?”

Kelly continued to coo at me and she even gave me that adorable gummy smile.  I smiled down at her before gently readjusting her in my arms so that her head rested up against my shoulder.

“What do you say we fill that tummy of yours up with milk? Hmm? I’ll bet you’re hungry aren’t yah?” she squirmed in my embrace and I took that as a yes.  The two of us walked out of the nursery and I prepped her bottle.

I looked at the instructions that (y/n) had written down when it came to prepping her bottle and as we waited for the bottle to warm up in the warm water, Kelly soon started getting even fussier.

“Oh I know lovie, I know it’s coming though.” I soothed her as I gently bounced her up and down.  After checking to see the bottle was all done, I took it out and walked over to the rocking chair in the living room.  Right as the nipple of the bottle touched Kelly’s mouth, she opened her mouth and proceeded to inhale her milk. “Now, now not so fast. Oi you little piggy, you’re gonna end up sick if you drink too fast you know that.”

I took the bottle away from her for a second to soon hear her do a small and very tiny but adorable hiccup.  I pulled my shades over on top of my head just as I gave her back her bottle.  

God if this is what (y/n) looked like as a baby, then she must’ve been the cutest baby in all of Leicester.

“My sweet little Kelly, you are every ounce of your mother aren’t you? Same eyes, same nose, and I can tell you’ll have her same fighting spirit. You know; when I first met your mother she was a shy one. But she had a kind soul. Even though I’ve always said this as a joke just to piss your uncles off, she actually gave me 1 and 3/7th sugars in my coffee. She really believed that it was for a health problem cause a friend of hers dealt with the same thing. From that day on, I knew I had to protect your mum. Because if she was willing to look after me, I knew I had to do the same for her.”

When she was finally done with her bottle, I set it down on the table and proceeded to burp her.  I had her over my right shoulder and I gently patted her back till finally she let out a burp.  And I’ll say I won’t deny that I was proud to hear that man-like burp come out of her.

“Nice one!” I praised.  I held her out in front of me so that I could get a good look at her. She softly cooed before she soon started making bubbles come out of her mouth with her spit.  I shook my head at her and asked her playfully, “What? You think you’re a soap dispenser?” she just looked at me with those wide, curious eyes of hers as she continued to make more bubbles come out of her mouth.

I popped her bubble spit when she raised her hand and proceeded to touch my face.  Her tiny hand which felt like the same size as a cat paw, soon began trailing down from my cheek to my lips.  She gently gripped my lips into her tiny fist which made me laugh.

“Excuse me Missy, those are my lips.” I said in a smooshed up voice.  She began to laugh thinking it was funny.  “So now what, hmm? You think you can just own my lips huh? Is that it?” she babbled a short response. “Oh you do own them huh? Okay then, you can have them.” I then took her tiny wrist between my thumb and index finger and moved them away from my lips so that I could proceed with a kiss attack.

I first kissed all over her tiny hand, before moving up her arm, to her shoulder before finally reaching her face.  I then followed through by making sure that I as I kissed her, I made those obnoxious kissing sounds with each kiss and giving her the occasional raspberry or ten.

You know they say there is always something that can be precious to us.  In my life I’ve had many precious things, but out of everything I could ever have or own, there is nothing more precious to me than the sound of a baby’s laughter.

The first time I made Felix laugh, it was—god it was indescribable.  It was like—a bell had rang off, but it was so soft and melodic, nothing like from the hard rock instruments I’ve surrounded myself with.  In fact his laugh was the one light musical ring that I would always love and cherish.

And now with my two girls, my daughter and goddaughter their laughter’s are just as melodic if not even more so than Felix’s was.

“I told you. You wanted my lips, then you get all the wet, slobbery kisses you can imagine.” I told her in-between my kisses on her chubby cheeks.  She laughed heartily and I swear it was like my heart was soaring at hearing that adorable little laugh. “You’re a silly girl. Do you know that?” I told her as I held her up in front of me.

She cooed at me as her hand once again reached out to touch my face, this time she rested it against my cheek.  I smiled at her and nuzzled against her tiny hand.

“Do you know just how cute you are?” she looked at me with awe. “Yeah, you are adorable. Just like your mother. Ohh let’s see if her interview has started yet. You wanna watch mummy on the TV?” at hearing the name ‘mummy’ she let out a coo. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Let’s see if mummy is on the telly yet.”

We moved over to the couch and I switched on the telly and turned it to BBC1.  There on the couch was Sally Fields, the young woman who I’ve been in an interview with a few times, charming woman and she asks good questions compared to male interviewers.

“Right thank you to Timothy Dalton for his onset interview for his next upcoming James Bond film, up next we have a young artist who has been making a name for herself in such a short time. The Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline will be here right after these messages.”

“Bloody commercials.” Kelly let out a soft ‘bah’ and I replied to her, “You said it lovie.“ the BBC station played commercial after commercial after commercial.  It just seemed to drag on forever till finally Sally came back on the screen.

“Welcome back. Our next guest rose to fame back in 1981 when she performed in the middle of a Queen concert in Madison Square Garden. For the next 5 years she proceeded to be one of the youngest female rock stars ever to have #1 hits in both America and Britain. (Y/n) Kline the Rock Angel is here with us today, welcome (Y/n)”.  The camera cut to (n/n) sitting right there on the couch.

“Hello Sally, thanks for having me here.” At seeing her mummy on screen, Kelly reached out her tiny hands cooing in awe.

“Yeah you see mummy? Yeah she’s on the telly.”

“Nice to see you here, now I was told you were on a brief hiatus for a while.” Sally told her.

“Yes because just 4 months ago I had given birth to my beautiful baby girl. My first child.”

“Which congratulations by the way.” The audience clapped and she thanked them.

“Can you clap baby girl? Hmm? Clap for mummy?” she reached her hand out and tried to point out towards her mum.  I chuckled and took her tiny hand in mine before taking her other one, “Like this baby girl.” I gently allowed her hands to come together before quickly separating them and then making them come back together again.

She eventually caught on and as soon as she heard her hands make that clap sound, she was in awe as she began giggling that sweet baby giggle and clapping her hands rapidly (just to hear that sound again).

“That’s it baby girl Yay!”

“Now your recent album ‘Mother love’ is quite different from all the other albums you’ve done previously.” Sally said to (y/n).

“Yeah, yeah. But isn’t it always good to mix things up a bit?” That’s my girl.

“Tell me how long it took you to record this album?”

“Well given the fact that I did want to try and get it done before I went on my maternity leave I wanna say—about 2-3months.”

“Now explain the title of your album, where did that come from?”

“Well as I said and from what everyone saw when I made my first public appearance back at Live Aid, I was five months pregnant at the time, and right after the concert I dove right into making that album. I really wanted this album to reach out to mothers everywhere whether they’re senior mom’s with grown up kids, the mothers who have many kids or first time mothers like myself.”

The interview continued on with the same old boring questions so I turned my attention down to little Kelly.  She continued to stare at the telly in awe and she would let out a soft coo every time her mum came on screen.

“So what’s next for you once your maternity leave is finished?” asked Sally.

“Well there’s a summer tour I’ve got planned out and then maybe a new single, not quite sure about that just yet but you can expect me on the road this summer.” Of course she couldn’t reveal it quite yet cause this tour she was going on was a Queen+Angel European summer tour.

“Well (Y/n) it was lovely speaking to you and we can hear in the background your latest song ‘Protecting me’. Now let’s not just hear it but also check out the music video for it.”

“Yes, lets.” It was then the telly showed a funny little edit to now show (Y/n)’s music video for Protecting me (which I helped produce).

The morning went by and soon it was time for Kelly’s schedule naptime.  After feeding her second bottle and burping her, we sat down in her nursery and I was reading her one of the many books that Veronica and Deacy had donated to them that they once read to Robert, Micky, Laura, and Joshua when they were just babies.

As I read to her, she didn’t seem at all tired. She just kept looking at the book then back up at me with them doe like eyes of hers.

“Right, I know. Boring isn’t it?” I closed the book and tossed it aside back towards the reading pile. “I think—you deserve a lullaby, hmm? Want papa Roger to sing you a lullaby?” I adjusted her so that now her head rested against my chest, right over my heart. “Your mummy told me of how when you were still in her tummy, you kicked along to Radio Gaga. Did you know that I wrote that song?”

She cooed up at me as her tiny little hand reached out for me.  I softly laughed and said as I nuzzled her cute button nose with mine.

“Yes I did. You want me to sing it to you?” I slowly rocked the chair back and forth as I softly began to sing ‘Radio Gaga’ to her. Her eyes were locked right up at me as I sang her favorite song.  She was so invested in my soft voice but I could see her eyes slowly drooping down.

Softly tapping my socked foot on the furry carpet beneath me for the two beats that the audience would usually clap to.  Just before I could even reach the second chorus, she let out a yawn before cuddling herself into my chest, gripping the placket of my shirt.  I looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile warmly.

Like mother like daughter.

I sat up and gently placed her back in her crib so that she would sleep more comfortably.  It was then I felt someone take my hand, of course I didn’t need to look down to know just who it was because the moment I felt the palm of my hand being kissed I knew it was (y/n).

*My POV*

After a long morning of interviews (both TV and radio) Jack and I finally arrived back at the house.  Already I could see some of Kelly’s toys out and some bottles hadn’t been washed yet.

“Dad.” I shook my head.

“I’ll take care of the bottles, you go see if he’s at least putting her down for her afternoon nap.” Said Jack as he kissed the top of my head and went to pick up the two bottles left on the table.

I slowly walked up the stairs and as I approached the nursery room, I heard Roger’s soft singing.  I crept quieter towards the nursery and peeked through the door to see Roger rocking my baby girl to sleep as he sung Radio Gaga to her (in a ballad type way, which really surprised me since he was such a hard rock and roller).

Seeing my surrogate father rocking my baby girl and being so domestic it—made my heart melt.  Roger always tried to put up this hard wall and be this ‘heart of stone rock and roller’ the ‘bad boy’ of Queen what with his reputation with the ladies (especially back in the 70’s).  

But now—he’s more mellow, especially when it’s involved either me or his own kids, and now he’s added Kelly to the list of those who can see the true soft-and-fluff Roger Taylor.

As I watched him put Kelly back in her crib, I felt like I could make my move and let him know I was home.  I silently walked towards him then once his hands were free, I took his left hand and lifted it, palm up, and kissed it before clasping my hand over his.

“We saw your interview with Sally.” He whispered to me.

“You proud I didn’t spoil the combined summer tour?”

“Honestly, I don’t care if you admitted it or not. But you should’ve seen your baby girl. Her eyes were glued to that screen the entire time you came on screen.” I felt my heart melt once more as I looked down at my baby girl.

“Thanks again for watching her dad. Especially at such short notice.”

“Hey, you know I’m always here for you. Both of you. I told you the day she was born that I was always, always gonna be there. Even cross an ocean to help you take care of your baby.”

“And give Jack fatherly advice?”

“Meh.” I playfully punched him but he raised his hands in surrender. “Of course, of course. Deacy can give the lovey-dovey side of being a father. And I can tell him how to be wary of the boys that’ll come in the future.”

“You mean boys like you were?”

“Oh now that…..”

“Shhh. Don’t you dare wake my baby girl up.” I shushed him.  The two of us looked down at Kelly to see her still asleep.  I gestured him outside and the two of us walked out to the hallway. After I shut the door, he said to me.

“Now about that comment…..”

“I’m messing with yah. Now go on and head back home, Jack and I can handle this from here now.”

“You sure you don’t need me to stick around?” he gave me those famed blue eyes puppy dog eyes.  I crossed my arms and quirked my brow at him. “Fine, besides Dominque is probably back from the hospital with Rory. Might as well see how my baby girl did on her checkup. And kiss her boo-boo’s if they gave her shots.” I softly giggled. “What?”

“You said boo-boo’s.”

“Oh grow up!” he said as he walked towards the stairs.

“No dad I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that as a compliment. I’ve—never really seen you like this other than with me. This whole domestic side of you, I love it.” He stopped just as he reached the last step and had a soft smile across his face.

“I only reserve that for only the most important people in my life.” I smiled at him and walked towards him and the two of us hugged each other.

“I’m—I’m so glad that I got the internship. You guys have literally been the best thing to ever happen to me in years.” I felt him embrace me back and he said softly in my ear.

“And you’ve been the best thing to ever happen to us. We love you (n/n). So, so much. We’re always here for you. I’m always there for you. Now and forever, my little lion cub.” I snuggled deeper into his shoulder and squeezed him even tighter as he did the same for me.

After that, Jack and I bid him goodbye and he drove off back to his family.  That Roger Taylor, he can be a handful at times, even to a point where he’s the ultimate helicopter dad.  But—his heart’s always in the right place, especially in times like this.

I’m sure after all this, he’s found himself a new lion cub of the Kline clan to call his own.  Of course, I don’t really mind because that’s what the three of us are. A strong coalition of lions.

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LA Devotee - Part XII

Warnings: smoking, cussing, some mentions of anxiety, insecurity

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Emily has agreed to move in with Calum, although she doesn’t necessarily regret that decision, she does come to a horrible realization on just how small her life actually is.

A/N: I’m SORRY this took so long!! I have most of this story written and when I go back to reread and edit, I end up hating my writing. So, I ended up rewriting pretty much this entire part. The next part I promise will come sooner than this one came! Happy reading!! Feedback and requests are always welcomed!!! (Want to be tagged? Let me know!)

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           The weekend came, and my mind had absolutely reeling since I agreed to move in with Calum. Not that I didn’t want to, but what in the actual fuck was I doing moving in with a guy I met nearly a month ago? Calum agreed to meet me at my apartment so he could help me start packing. The boys were supposed to follow behind him, and I invited Mikayla and Trevor to come over and help as well. More people means the faster it gets done. I sat on the stoop of my apartment complex with a cigarette between my fingers. The last cigarette I had was three years ago, right after Nathan and I got into an extremely verbally violent fight. I hated smoking, but sometimes the nicotine just felt so good. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes and blew the smoke from my lungs. “I didn’t know you smoked.” Calum said.

           My left eye opened and looked at Calum. His hands were in his pockets and his sunglasses were placed perfectly on his nose. I opened my other as he sat next to me and I looked at the cigarette. “I don’t usually, just been on edge today.” I offered him the cigarette, remembering he had been smoking the night we met.

           He took the cigarette from my fingers and looked at it before delicately wrapping his lips around the butt. “Haven’t smoked since the night we met.” The smoke released from his lungs and I looked over at him. He handed the cigarette back to me and I took a drag as he dropped his head, “Why have you been on edge? Everything okay?”

           I finished off the cigarette and extinguished it before dropping it in the cigarette can the apartment complex had set up right outside the door. “Yeah, everything is fine.” I squinted my eyes and looked out towards the street. “Can you promise me something?” I choked out dropping my eyes to my hands which were physically trembling. Calum’s eyes stared a whole in the side of my head through his sunglasses. My fingers balled into a fist and then flexed as my mind fought to get the words out. “Can you promise me that you’re in this for the long run, that this isn’t some type of PR stunt, that you’re with me because you genuinely like me.”

           “Emily, I thought we’ve gone over this—” he tried to speak but I quickly cut him off.

           “The public loves a good sob story. I’m a great sob story, I came from nothing, I have virtually nothing. If people found out about my personal life, they’d be all over you and the career. I don’t want us to destroy your career, and as selfish as it sounds, I don’t want your career to destroy us.” I continued to stare at my hands, not wanting to see his expression.

           He dropped his own eyes to his hands and shook his head. “We’re not a PR stunt, I can promise you that. I can also promise you that I am with you because of you, I’ve told you that. I can promise that being with you is not going to destroy my career, I wish I could promise you that my career won’t destroy us.” I finally looked at him through squinted eyes, and he looked at me, his face expressionless, “My career is what destroyed a good majority of my past relationships. However, I do believe you and I can be strong enough to not let my career come between us. Is this what’s been bothering you today?”

           Just as I nodded, Ashton, Luke and Michael came rounding the corner. Ashton holding some beer, Luke and Michael holding a large amount of boxes. “We’re here for the moving party!” Ashton exclaimed while lifting the beer above his head.

           I smiled and stood up, wiping the dirt off my pants. “Go ahead and head inside, Mikayla said she’d be here in just a couple of minutes.” I handed Calum the key to my apartment. Ashton, Luke and Michael walked past us into the building and I grabbed Calum’s hand before he walked away. He looked at me, not even his normal smile sitting on his lips. “I don’t mean to be self-conscious. I’ve just been through too much shit in my life to make this, us, feel real. I do want to move in with you and I do want to not let your career get in between us.” The right side of his lips pulled up into a soft smile and he dropped my hand and caressed my cheek. My eyes closed and I leaned into his touch. His lips pressed against mine for a sweet second before he ran his hand down my arm and followed the boys inside.

           After Calum walked inside, I sat back on the stairs and waited for Mikayla. When Mikayla showed up, the look on my face gave away everything that I was thinking. She sent Trevor ahead of her and sat next to me. Once Trevor was out of ear shot, I spat out, “Do you think I’m doing the right thing?”

           “Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate, she barely had a second to blink before she responded. My eyebrows stitched together as I looked at her. “Look, you and Calum really care about each other. Maybe you even love each other, I don’t know. It’s time for you to put on your big girl panties and move the fuck on from your past. Calum’s good for you, even if you don’t think he is.” She laced her arm with mine and laid her head on my shoulder. “Plus, we’ll still have sleepovers, especially since your new place is a hundred times bigger than this dump. Also why do you smell like an ash tray?”

           I pulled my eyebrows together in fake offense, “Hey, I like this dump.” I laughed before I could get the whole sentence out. “You’re right, it’s a dump, and I definitely hate it here. Also, I used to smoke, and I’ve been really anxious today, so I bummed a cigarette off my neighbor.” Mikayla shot me a look and I held up my hands, “Last cigarette ever, I promise.” Mikayla smiled before letting out a laugh. She then stood up and offered me a hand to lift me off the ground. We walked in together, arms laced together.

           When we walked in, the guys had already gotten most of my living room and kitchen pulled apart. It tugged at my chest a little that in that little amount of time, half of my apartment as already been pulled apart. Calum was pulling books off my shelf and I walked over to him. He smiled at me and I wasted no time to wrap my arms around his waist and press my head to his chest. He placed his hand on the back of my head and bent his neck to place a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled, my cheek still pressed to his chest.

           “For what, sunshine?” His fingers scraped across my scalp as his finger ran though my hair, his other arm squeezing me just slightly.

           “For being so stupid.” I wanted to apologize for being a piece of shit, but saying that I was stupid sounded a little nicer.

           He chuckled, causing his chest to vibrate under my face. “You’re not stupid, it’s okay to feel the way you feel. Everything’s fine, sunshine, don’t worry about it.” He placed my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted my face up to his. His lips pressed to mine and I melted into his kiss. Every time I kissed him, it was there were tiny little fireworks going off in my stomach. It was like I would never be able to get enough of the feeling of his lips against mine. He inhaled slightly as he pressed harder into the kiss and I thought about what Mikayla said about us. She had suggested we loved each other, and feeling my lips tingle against his, I think that maybe her suggestion was right. Remembering we had people in my apartment, I break the kiss and pull my bottom lip in to continue to taste his lips on mine. Calum’s eyes had darkened, and he stared into my eyes in a way that my body heat up, “I’m going to go pack up my room now.” I said, running a single finger under my bottom lip. Calum nodded and I practically ran into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

           It took almost no time to pack up my entire apartment, and I could not decide if that felt good, or incredibly horrible. Ashton and Luke took everything I didn’t need to the donation center, which was the largest load. Trevor and Mikayla had their car packed with boxes, and so did Calum, Michael, and I. After the cars were packed up, I stood in the middle of my empty apartment and looked at my fingers. My whole life, what was left of it, took seven people a few hours to pack. A new weight suddenly found itself on my shoulders; was my life really that pathetic? After one more visual scan of the room, I turned on my heels and left behind the place that I called home for the past four months.

           Calum was waiting outside the leasing office for me, leaning against the wall and his hands in his pockets. As I walked toward him, I unwound my key from the key ring and gripped it tightly in my fist. Calum pushed himself off the wall as I walked past him into the office. The woman behind the desk smiled and held out her hand asking for the key. I tapped the key with my fingers a few times before finally handing it over. After paying the ridiculous fee for breaking my lease early, which Calum had offered to pay, but after I shot him a look, he backed down, we left. As we walked away from the building, I reached over and grabbed Calum’s hand. This was a new start, and I was not going to look back.

           Trevor and Mikayla followed the line of cars to Calum’s house, Calum in the front, then Michael, then me. It was finally dark out and I was becoming increasingly more exhausted as we got closer to Calum’s house. While driving, I held in the want to cry. My thoughts swimming back to how sad it was that my entire life took only a couple of hours to pack up and discard. It was like I had nothing to show for. I’ve been on this earth for over twenty years, and everything I own is packed up into thirty boxes, if that. The anger boiled through my veins and my knuckles turned white from the grip I had on my steering wheel.

           Just as the emotions were about to boil over, we all pulled into Calum’s driveway. Before getting out of my car, I took a long deep breath and shook my hands out. Michael, Trevor and Mikayla had starting taking boxes inside, but Calum stopped and looked at me. Something on my face must’ve given away that I was about to cry or scream because Calum grabbed my right hand then pressed his other hand to my cheek, “Are you okay, sunshine?” Without looking at Calum’s face, I nodded. He knew I was lying, “Tell me the truth.”

           A sigh caused my shoulders to fall, “I’m a little overwhelmed. It took zero time to pack up and move my entire life. I knew I lost everything, but I didn’t realize how much I actually lost, and how little I have left.” I looked down at my feet and swallowed down the anger. My hands started to tremble and I balled my fingers into fists, squeezing Calum’s hand, “I don’t even have anything to show for myself.” I shifted my feet and looked to my left to watch Mikayla walk through the front door with a box in her arms.

           “Sunshine, you have plenty of things to show for yourself.” He put his finger on the side of my chin, turning my head so that I had to look at him. “You have an amazing job, you have an amazing best friend, you have probably the best wardrobe I’ve ever seen,” That made me smile, I loved my wardrobe too, “And you’ve got me, don’t you?” A shit-eating grin stretched across his face, “I mean, not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty great.”

           I couldn’t help but laugh. He dropped his hand from my chin and I reached towards his chest to play with the fabric of his shirt. As I eyed the material I shook my head, “No matter how long we’re together, I don’t think I will ever understand how I got you.” My eyes met with his, he smiled and a twinkle in his eyes lit up the brown ring around his pupils. I wanted so badly to tell him I loved him, but what if he didn’t feel the same way? Instead, I swallowed and shook my head again. He took that as a sign to press his lips against mine, a needy kiss that made my entire stomach light on fire. I pushed against him slightly, pushing his lips off mine, but keeping them close enough that they grazed over mine as I spoke, “Our friends are still here.”

           Calum looked at our friends coming out of his house, “I supposed that means should wait, huh?” He looked back at me, the smirk on his lips quickly fading and concern washed over his eyes. “Are you going to be okay?” His right hand reached towards my cheek and gently caressed my face. I nodded before splitting away from him and helping our friends carry the rest of the boxes into the house. As soon as the last box was dropped, Mikayla and Trevor bid their goodnight and headed out. Calum offered Michael and beer, which he excitedly accepted after the long day. “Do you want a drink too, love?” My eyes were glued to the small amount of boxes that were stacked just inside of Calum’s front door.

           Calum grabbed my fingers and it took everything in me to pry my eyes away from the boxes and look at him. I blinked away the glaze in my eyes and shook my head, “No,” A smile stretched across my lips, I tried to not make it look fake, but I could tell he knew it was. “No, I think I am going to go to bed. It’s been a long day.” He nodded, pulling me into his chest to kiss me one last time. After he told me he’d come to bed right after Michael left, I headed down the hallway to our, now, shared bedroom.

           The door clicked shut, and I turned and looked around the room. Duke was laying on the bed, his tail wagging. I smiled at him and reached down to place a gentle scratch to the top of his head. Even though I was familiar with it now, it was different knowing that my things were going to have their own space. His and mine was going to turn into ours. He’s lived such a fulfilling life thus far, and I’ve just lived. My eyes shut and I sat on the end of the bed, tears finally falling, not out of sadness, but out of anger. Anger that I felt completely and utterly about myself. The only thing I could think of making me feel better was going to bed. I kicked off my shoes and stripped down to my underwear, not having the energy to find anything to sleep in. After I crawled under the covers, Duke took his spot next to me in a ball. The warmth of the blankets took over and I gave into the desire to sleep.

           I woke up when Calum finally made his way to bed. As the door shut, I wiped my face, not realizing I had cried in my sleep. He was taking his shoes off when I pushed myself up into a sitting position. When he saw me sitting up, his face softened, “Hey, sunshine, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep, I’ll be right back.” He ran the pads of his fingers across my jaw line as he walked into the bathroom. The sound of the faucet running allowed my body to relax and I laid back down, my back facing Calum’s side of the bed. My eyes closed, but I listened for Calum’s movements. When he finally laid in bed, I turned and pulled myself into his side, placing my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me, “Goodnight, sunshine.”

           When my eyes fluttered open, I immediately grabbed my phone to look at the time. It was only six in the morning, but I was wide awake. My phone made a slapping noise as I dropped it back onto the side table and cursed under my breath. As great as it was to have a finely tuned body clock, it was absolutely horrible when you have every intention of sleeping in. Calum was still fast asleep, but Duke lifted his head and wagged his tail furiously seeing that I was awake. I carefully climbed out of bed, trying my hardest to not wake Calum up. The only time he stirred was when Duke jumped off the bed. Before leaving the room, I grabbed my phone off the table and pulled on a pair of Calum’s sweat pants and one of his t-shirts. As Duke and I walked out, I shut the door as quietly as possible, the only noise being Duke’s little claws on the wood floor.

           Duke ran ahead of me, towards the back door, I hesitated when my eyes landed on the boxes that we had stacked up the night before. My insecurities knocking in the back of my head wondering if should just throw everything but my clothes away. I held my breath as I turn to look behind me, towards the bedroom and try to shake the thoughts out of my head. Duke whimpers slightly, pulling me out of my thoughts and I keep walking through the house. As I open the back door, he does a little dance and goes running towards the patch of grass in the corner of the backyard. Feeling the cool morning air, I step outside and listen to the birds while keeping a side eye on Duke to wait for him to finish his morning duties. As soon as he comes running back to me, I turn and we both head back inside.

           My mind continues to race as I prepared a pot of coffee. To keep my thoughts quiet, I reach down and pick up the little black and white dog at my feet. He licks my face and I laugh, giving him a chin scratch back. The coffee maker gurgles signaling the end of the cycle. I lean down to put Duke back on the ground and pour myself a cup. I took a sip of the coffee after putting my normal amount of cream and sugar in it and looked towards the backyard again.

           A thought pops in my head and I grab my coffee and head through the backdoor. Duke follows me and I watch him run around like the happy little dog he is. I find a shaded corner to sit in and place my coffee cup on the table before taking a seat. My fingers absent mindedly tap at my phone, thinking about the person I want to talk to the most. My finger slides up on the screen, unlocking it, then tap my mom’s contact. When she answered I told her about everything that has happened since the last time we talked. Some of it was a lie, some of it was the truth, but the only time I lied was so that she didn’t think I had absolutely lost my mind. Which, I was pretty certain I had, but she didn’t need to know that.

           We talked for a while, until I decided to go back inside and wait for Calum to wake up. The house was quiet as I scrolled through my phone while sitting on the barstool in his kitchen. I stared into the void and tapped the edge of my coffee mug. The sound of the bedroom door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. Soon enough, a sleepy Calum was coming into the kitchen. He was rubbing his eye and yawning, all he was wearing was a pair of light grey sweat pants that were hanging low enough to make my stomach do a back flip. I swallowed and forced a smile so I would stop staring at him. “Good morning, sunshine. Why are you awake so early?” He asked, his voice raspy, still fighting the sleep.

           As I thought of how I wanted to answer him, he closed the space between us and planted a kiss on my forehead before turning towards the coffee maker and pouring a cup of coffee for himself. “This really stupid thing happens in your mind as you get older, and it makes it so that you can never sleep past a certain time.” Calum chuckled as the coffee poured into his cup, a plume of steam escaping out of the top of the mug. “My body is so used to getting up at the same time every day that I can’t sleep in. It’s really annoying.” I took a drink of my coffee and Calum chuckled again.

           He opened the fridge and pulled the milk out, “How long have you been awake?” I stared at his back muscles while he poured the milk into his coffee and stirred it with the spoon I had left out. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows waiting for my answer.

           My voice got caught in my throat, “Oh, uh, a little over an hour. I talked to my mom, I hadn’t talked to her in a while.” Calum took a drink of his coffee and raised his eyebrows. “I told her about you, she seemed pretty excited that I was finally climbing out of my rut.” I put the lip of my coffee mug to my lips and raised my eyebrows, “Those were her exact words.” Calum smiled and I took a sip from my coffee.

           Calum chuckled then rounded the corner stopping at my side long enough to place another kiss on the side of my head. “I’m going to go sit outside if you’d like to join me.” My eyes watched him as he walked out the back door, Duke following close behind him. Just as the door closed, I turned and hopped off the barstool to follow the same path.

           The warm breeze blew across my face as I made my way towards where he was sitting. The thought of sitting in his lap crossed my mind, but I took my seat in the chair next to him. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, the sun glowing against his tanned skin. Every sense in my body telling me to get on him, but I swallowed the thoughts and looked away from him. “Do you want to unpack now, or do you want to wait?” He asked, his eyes still closed.

           My eye focused back on him, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Maybe it would be the right idea to unpack quickly and just get it over with, but as I stared at him, the lust inside my body grew. His chest slowly rising and falling with every breath he took, the sun dancing across his skin causing it to almost glisten. I could no longer help myself, I set my coffee mug down on the little table in front of me and slowly made my way over to straddle his lap. My hands gently resting on either side of his face, I pull him towards me and kiss him passionately. He pressed his lips harder against mine and his hands ran up my thighs and up and under my t-shirt until they were firmly placed on my back. His hands started to trail further up my back and I pulled my lips off his. He opened his eyes and let his hands rest where they were. “Can we wait, there’s something else I’d rather do?” A smirk pulled at the side of his mouth before he nodded and crashed his lips back onto mine. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

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[munchyn]

Dating Hoseok would include...

Summary: take a guess

Word count: 927

A/N: The first version of this  didn’t get saved so I had to write what I already had all over again. I was also on a ski trip with my school so I couldn’t post.

Warning: some awkward nsfw (awkward because I wrote it lol)

This ball of sunshine would be the only reason you get out of bed in the morning

Not always in the good brings you joy kind of way

Although, most of the time he does wake you up the way you like

With kisses on the back of your neck, going down to your shoulders and finally pecking your lips

If you stretch and yawn then it’s a green light

If you groan and hide deeper into the warmth of your blankets, it’s not the best sign

In this case, he knows that the only way to get you out of bed is to...

Pull the blankets off of you in one tug

You’d curl up to conserve body heat

Trying not to kill him in your half dozed state

He hypes you up for anything

Even for eating

And what he gives you return

One time you dragged him to an amusement park

“HOBI! HOBI! HOBI! YOU CAN DO IT! WE ARE GOING TO RIDE THE TALLEST ROLLERCOASTER AND YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FAINT BECAUSE YOU ARE JUNG HOSEOK AND YOU CAN DO ANYTHING!”

^written like that, it sounds like you are mad. I swear you aren’t. It’s all encouraging words

You two hug a lot

like...

A LOT

You will be doing chores and then his arms are around you from behind.

Sometimes he startles you

One time you accidentally hit his jaw with your shoulder (when he scared you) and that caused him to bite himself

CUDDLES

He needs to be touching you in some way

His hand on your waist

or holding hands

or anything really

He needs to know that you are there with him

He doesn’t want you to leave him

Along with surprise hugs, comes surprise aegyo.

You would be watching TV and BOOM!

A wild aegyoing Hoseok jumps on top of you.

He goes from cute to hot in 0.001 sec.

WHAT

AJSKLSUCHUIAKSJAHDJ you’re dead

How does he do it?!?

You will go visit him during dance practice

If there’s any thrusting in the choreography (*cough*baepsae*cough*) he will look you straight in the eye as he does it.

Teasing you as he dances

Your face gets as red as a tomato

By the end of practice...

Hoseok: sweaty

You: panting

because you were running from a sweaty Hoseok trying to hug you

hehe...........

           .............gotcha

He’d totally want to teach you to dance

If you can dance/are a dancer he will dance to girl group songs with you

Jimin and Jungkook join you

4 crackheads

He will want to watch you dance

Things may get heated

njkslajfaljfkalnjklanjks

let’s move on

If you don’t dance/are not good at dancing he will want to teach you and to help you improve

“You need to move your hips like this Y/N.”

He places his hands on your hips and guides them to do the right movements

One day the two of you are trying to dance something were you need to be extremely close to him

practically grinding

and I oop

One day (more like in the middle of the night) he finds you practising a dance.

But you kept messing this one part and very often falling

One minute you were fine and trying to get through that part in the dance and the next you’re leaning on the heels of your feet with your head in your hands, crying in frustration.

He rushes to you and holds you in his arms, running his hand through your head.

“I’m such a horrible dancer.”

“Don’t say that jagi.” *holds you close as possible* “We all have our bad days, even me. Do you have any idea how many times I haven’t been able to perfect a dance move?”

He ends up making you laugh with stupid fails of his while dancing.

Okay so I’ve been avoiding the topic

DOING THE DO

It would probably start when he was teaching you to dance. Placing your body in the right position. pinching your butt

“Hobi, did you jus-”

You look up at him to see him staring at you hungrily

like, why is he suddenly like this? you were just dancing and then

Intense STARE

hungrily making out, you two will be all over each other

He loves to praise your body, telling you how beautiful you are. (praise him back. This boi needs to be reassured that you love him so much)

He will most definitely leave marks on your body

He spoils you

He loves giving you presents and there is no way to stop him from getting you expensive presents so be ready to be treated like a queen

Wants to take you shopping

He will give you his 100% honest opinion. If you don’t want to try something because you’re insecure about your appearance he will manage to get you confident enough to try it on

You both end up loving the way it looks on you

You also help him choose clothes

So many cute dates

picknick dates

movie dates

arcade dates��

to name a few

You two are the loud couple

Seriously, your screams/giggles/laughs are 10x louder than anyone else

“It’s 3 a.m stop being so loud.”

“I will murder you in your sleep.”

Laughing until your cheeks and stomach hurt

Stuffing your face with snacks until late in the night

SUGAR RUSH

Hope’s already super hyper so when you get to his level of hype the two of you are impossible to quiet down

Pray for Yoongi’s sleep.

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[perriewinklenerdie]

Accident (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

 Author’s note: Hello, hello hello! Today, not gonna lie, my brain was on the roll. Throughout the day I got a few ideas from other amazing people on Tumblr (yes, I’m looking at you @lilyofchoices and your gif) and also, my mind may have wandered towards the outfit for the upcoming conference and it may have gone a little far with imagining it, Ethan’s reaction and all. So, halfway through writing the one inspired by the gif I decided to throw in that little idea about an outfit. We’ll see how it turned out :D As always, English is my not my first language, my MC is Clarissa “Claire” Herondale and you are still watching the “Ethan Ramsey overtakes my life, please DO NOT send help” Enjoy! <3

 Word count: 3201

  The moment Harper Emery said that she’s going to go to Miami for a medical conference, she was ecstatic. She couldn’t wait to tell her roommates about it, plan their trip, a chance for them all to unwind and forget about the competition for a moment. Then, a second later, Chief said that she’s the only intern going. That worried her, it was bound to put an even bigger space between her and her friends. And then came the thunder.

She was going there with dr. Ethan Ramsey. Only the two of them. Alone.

The thought excited and terrified her all at the same time. She didn’t know what to think of it. Ethan was… an enigma. She never knew what he was thinking, his face very rarely expressed any emotions, a closed book, a blank slate.

He made her nervous. Those blue eyes that seemed to see right through her without even trying.

There was more to Ethan Ramsey than he let on.

She already knew a few things about him, she was helping him cure Naveen. They would often spend long evenings in his office or his apartment, combing through all the books they could find, all the cases to ever have happened but nothing was conclusive. She wasn’t going to give up, though. Not only because Naveen became her friend, and not only because she wanted to save him. Her main motivation was him. Ethan had already lost Dolores, she couldn’t stand the thought of him losing Naveen too. She knew that would kill him, destroy beyond repair.

As expected, her roommates for the most part didn’t talk to her about her trip. She felt bad, even though she knew she shouldn’t. She earned this spot. She was working her butt off to become the best doctor she could be and she was proud of herself for her work being recognized and appreciated. She wasn’t going to apologize for something that wasn’t even her idea.

Ethan picked her up from her apartment the day of their flight at 6.30 AM, getting out of the car to help her with her bag and opening the door for her, shutting it behind her. A classical piece was playing, no surprise there.

The flight was pretty uneventful, she has flown on the plane before so there was no problem there. They got to their hotel in the late afternoon, the conference was starting the next day.

“Let’s go to our rooms, we’ll meet here in half an hour, grab something to eat and then, if you’re feeling up for it, I could give you a tour around town? I know my way here, I’ve been here a couple of times.” He said as they were making their way towards their respective rooms, both of their bags in his hands.

“Fine by me. See you in a few.” She smiled brightly at him and the corners of his lips went up for a second or two. He began making his way towards his room when she called out. “Dr. Ramsey?” he turned around, his eyes curious. “Thank you. For your help with the bag, I mean.”

“Don’t worry about it, Rookie.” He smirked and turned back around, the muscles of his arm flexing from carrying his bag.

She entered her room again, her bag on her bed, where he left it. She changed out of her travel clothes, opting for something more comfortable, deciding on jeans, a loose white shirt, leather jacket and flats, her hair in a messy ponytail.

Twenty minutes later she made her way down to the lobby. It was empty, except for the receptionist who greeted her with a warm smile before going back to work. She stood by the big window, facing the front of the hotel, getting lost in her thoughts.

She didn’t see or hear him approach her or call her name, her mind somewhere else. Only once he tapped her on her shoulder did she turn around. He changed his shirt from blue to white, a black blazer hanging from his hand over his shoulder.

“Shall we? There is an amazing restaurant a few blocks away.” He nodded outside.

“Sure, let’s go!”

They stepped outside and she followed him. They didn’t talk all too much on their way there except for a few times he pointed out something interesting to her. They reached the restaurant in ten minutes, sitting down and ordering food.

They were sitting opposite to each other, making small talk and doing some “people-watching”, their new favorite thing to do in their pass time.

“So… do you know why Chief Emery sent us here alone?”

“Is there a problem with that?” he teased her, his voice betraying a trace of insecurity.

“No, it’s just that… I don’t exactly understand…” she trailed off, trying to gather her thoughts.

“What do you think of the city so far?” he changed the subject swiftly.

“It’s breathtaking. That little park we passed on our way here… it was beautiful, so peaceful and quiet.” She smiled softly, her mind going to that place. He was watching her, as though he was trying to read her, guess what she was thinking about.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. So, the conference is starting tomorrow at 9 AM and we’ll be there for a couple of hours. Which means that if you want to see that park, we better get going.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” she asked, confused.

“You do want to see that park, right?” he pointed his pinky towards the door.

“Yeah, but…”

“There’s no “but”, we’re going there now. We should be back at the hotel before 9 PM so we have a real chance at getting some sleep, those conferences are interesting but extremally tiring. You’ll need all the energy you can get. Lucky for us, their coffee is top notch, not like that dishwater at the hospital.” He smiled teasingly, recalling their conversation from a few weeks ago.

“Fine. Let’s go then.” She stood up and reached towards her bag for her wallet when she felt his hand catch her wrist gently.

“Don’t even think about it, Rookie.” He looked at her, shaking his head and reaching for his own wallet, passing his card to their waiter.

They went outside, turning their steps towards the park they talked about earlier.  

It truly was breathtaking. Everything was colorful, trees green, flowers in full bloom, birds singing softly in the background. They wandered the pathways for a better half of an hour, conversation flowing between them. She saw a small shop with sweets in the corner of her eye.

“I’ll be right back. Sit tight and enjoy the moment of peace.” She winked and left his side, his eyes following her every move. She could feel his stare on her back. There was a huge selection, but her ultimate decision has been made in a matter of seconds.

She sat back down next to him, took his hand in hers without warning and placed a chocolate bar on his palm, a soft smile grazing her lips.

“Treating yourself, yeah? Also, a small thank you for taking me here even though you didn’t have to. It really means a lot to me.”

“No problem, really. I wanted to visit it myself and saw the opportunity.” They knew each other long enough for her to know he was lying. The corners of his eyes creased a little.

“Sure you did. Anyway, thanks.” They stood up and made their way towards their hotel. He walked her towards her room.

“Goodnight, Claire. Have some sleep, you’ll need it tomorrow”

“Goodnight… Ethan.” They bid each other farewell and when she closed her door, he went to his own room.

The next day she woke up fairly early, deciding that she only had one chance to enter the conference with a bang. She chose to wear a dress. A black dress. A dress that was tight and a little short, along with a blazer and a pair of heels.

They agreed to meet in the lobby by 8.30 AM, given the fact that the conference was taking place in another hotel, fifteen minutes away from their own. She grabbed her purse and made her way out the door.

He was already there, turned away from her. From what she could see, he was wearing a tailored suit, black and elegant and undeniably sexy. She stood behind him and cleared her throat softly, grabbing his attention.

He turned around and froze. His brain seemed to have stopped working for a full minute. His eyes fell to her feet, slowly making their way up her body. She felt as though he was undressing her with his gaze.

After a moment he snapped out of it, probably realizing what he was doing and where they were.

“You look… amazing.” He concluded, a smile of approval on his lips.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Mr. Ramsey.” A playful smirk appeared on her face. He cleared his throat and shook his head.

“Shall we?” he extended his arm towards her. She took it and they both made their way to the conference.

Once there, he began introducing her to various important people in their field. She made a very good impression on all of them, her knowledge and eloquence on a variety of subjects impressing him and their companions. They found their seats, on the edge of their row, and settled down. At first he didn’t notice anything because he was busy talking to the doctor sitting before him, but the moment he turned his gaze towards her he stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating for a second.

She sat down and turned towards the doctor to her right to talk to her. Claire’s legs were crossed, but that’s not what made him freeze. The position she was sitting in made her dress ride up. and because it rode up, he was able to see her long legs a little better.

To be more specific, she had thigh high stockings on, a strip of lace at the top of them, clearly visible to him from where he was sitting. He didn’t know how he was supposed to get past it and proceed with his day. His brain was melted, no longer functioning. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks becoming a little warm.

Meanwhile, she was almost completely unaware of what was happening to him. Almost. Because he had such a strong influence on her, she could feel his eyes on her. She turned her head slowly towards him to find his gaze trained on the stage, his cheeks a little pink. She smirked and took out her notepad, conference finally starting.

Ethan wasn’t kidding. The day was filled to the brim with interesting people and interesting subjects, but it was extremally difficult to not become tired after a few hours. Thank god for coffee.

Finally, after a whole day of lectures and research presentations, a big dinner for everyone and meeting new people, they were able to make their way back to their hotel.

It was probably a mix of alcohol and exhaustion that made their conversation a lot looser and lighter than normal. Jokes were exchanged, anecdotes about their coworkers thrown into the conversation here and there.

They reached her room, they stood next to her door, her back flush against the fall. They couldn’t seem to stop talking.

She yawned, her hand covering her mouth.

“Well, it’s been a long day, you weren’t kidding.” She laughed and her laughed with her. His gaze averted from her for a second, looking to his right at the small clock on the wall next to them.

She took a step closer to kiss his cheek goodbye when he turned his head back towards her. It was an accident.

Their lips met.

For the first few seconds they were both confused, tired and not sure what was happening. Then, it seemed as though they both woke up.

His arms went around her waist, hers tangled in his hair. He pressed her against the door, reaching with one hand to open it.

He picked her up and carried her inside, kicking the door behind them. He wandered towards her bed, placing her gently there before climbing next to her, never breaking their kiss.

Her fingers removed his blazer and started working on the buttons of his shirt. His hands moved towards her thighs, tracing the patterns of lace on her stockings.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to her neck, nipping at it, leaving small marks all over it.

Suddenly, she took his face in her hands and made him look at her.

“Ethan… wait.” Their eyes met and she saw him sobering a little, his hands stopping his moves, becoming still.

“Yeah… you’re probably right, we shoul…” he started saying something and she knew exactly what he was going to say. That’s why she didn’t let him finish his thought. She pecked his lips softly.

“No. That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Ho… how do you know what I was about to say?”

“Ethan. Like it or not, I actually know you. Granted, not as much as I would liked, but I do know how your thought process goes. Don’t you dare tell me that this…” she pointed towards them “… is a mistake. Because it isn’t.”

“Then why did you stop?” he asked softly, sounding a little uncertain.

“There is nothing in this world that I want more right now, trust me. I just think that if we’re going to do this, we should do it correctly. And properly.  When we’re not drunk and tired and out of town. When we are not in a hotel. When we have all the time in the world instead of only a few hours, after which we’ll have to get to the conference room again. Do you understand what I’m saying?” her eyes found his, her fingers stroking his cheeks softly. He moved his hands to her back, hugging her closer to him.

“I do understand. And I really like and admire the way you think. Thank you… for talking me down from the spiral of my thoughts, it’s just that… when things don’t exactly go my way, my brain tends to go into overdrive, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” He stopped talking, a crease forming on his forehead, a sign he was thinking about something really hard. Finally, he looked her straight in the eyes and spoke the words she wanted to hear and he longed to say for such a long time they both didn’t remember the time before that need and want.

“You are incredibly important to me. You are one of my only friends, one of the people I am closest with, I know I can confide in you, tell you everything, trust you. You are my constant in the world of uncertainties. I’m so happy and lucky to have found you.” he kissed her cheek softly, his eyes sparkling, his breathing a little lighter. It seemed like his confession took a huge weight off his shoulders.

“We have a lot of time. We don’t have to rush it.” she ran her fingers through his hair. “And…” she trailed off.

“And…?” he asked with a smile on his face.

“… you’re important to me too, Ethan.” She kissed his cheek, snuggling into his chest, his arms pressed her against him more securely, and they went to sleep like that.

 The next morning she was woken up by a movement on her back and arm. She opened her eyes and took a look around. Ethan was wide awake, his fingers running up and down her skin, an amused smile on his face.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said quietly, his voice still heavy and low from sleep. She moved her hand to place it on his cheek, bringing his face closer to hers, kissing his lips softly. He nuzzled her nose with his, hugging her closer.

“Good morning, handsome” she smiled.

“We have a solid hour and a half to get ready before we have to leave.” He looked at her suggestively, she swatted his arm with her palm, a playful smile on her lips.

“Oh no, mister. We are getting up and going out. We’re going to grab some breakfast and see some more of the city on our way there. Then we’ll get through the conference and then we’ll talk about our… situation.”

“Situation? Really?” he smirked but he knew what she was talking about. They had to think about how things should and would happen between them when they go back to Boston.

“Yes, really. Now, up!” she swiped her index finger down his chest teasingly, winking at him.

“Yes, my lady.” He grumbled lowly, looking at her figure, a fascinating sight from where he was laying.

They got dressed, not without teasing one another, and somehow managed to get out of the hotel, grab something to eat and not be late for the second day of the conference.

Throughout the day they strived to find a way to be connected. They would hold hands, their thighs and shoulders would touch while sitting down, his hand was on the small of her back when they were talking or walking.

The day was coming to a close. Tomorrow they would be back in Boston and everything would be different.

They both dreaded this conversation. Something had to be said, they had to think of a game plan.

“Okay. What do we do tomorrow? I mean, it’s not like we can just… openly date, right? Harper and other older doctors would murder you, my friends and other interns would murder me…” she trailed off, a small line forming between her eyes. He smoothed it out with his thumb.

“I say we try to keep it a secret. I don’t know if I will be able to stay away from you, but it is worth a try if the only other way is not being able to have you at all… the choice is clear in my mind.”

“And what, hide our relationship from everyone forever?”

“No. Just until the competition is over. There is no policy at the hospital that I am aware of that forbids two doctors from dating, it’s just that this competition complicates everything. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want you in my life. I can live with a few months more of sneaking around if it means I get to have you.” he said quietly, his eyes sincere, looking into hers, showing her all that he couldn’t say with his words. She nodded.

“Okay… let’s do it.”

“Wait, really?” he was genuinely shocked.

“Did you think I would say ‘no’”? she laughed a little, his expression making her giggle.

“Actually, yes…”

“Ethan, I already told you. You are important to me, I will grab any opportunity to be with you.” she smiled warmly, hugging him. Their lips met in a kiss, expressing their feelings towards each other without the need to speak.

They still had a few hours. And when they get back home, they will deal with it, day by day, standing together, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

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[yoosea-mysme]

Did not expect anyone to ask about my OCs x’D I assume because of my matchups from @marshmallowprotection​

First thing, which I myself often forget: these ocs are actually technically inserted characters in a pre-existing universe, a French roleplay youtube series. I originally just started imagining different scenarios for the existing characters and then basically did the “let’s give them kids and see what happens” thing. Kinda lame concept, but I love the characters I created for it, and I’ve had them for… a couple years now? Second thing, that universe is magical fantasy, I just didn’t mention it in the matchups because it wasn’t relevant (nor how they end up in Mysme’s world, shush). Now that I’ve thoroughly disappointed you, here are the characters themselves, the cousins/siblings gang (because I’m unsure about giving names, we’re gonna call them Big Sister, Younger Brother, Adopted Cousin and Lyn):

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We’ve got Adopted Cousin (here), the oldest one, he’s actually the only one not blood related to the others. Black with green eyes, VERY tall and thin, originally he was meant to have long blond hair, but I have a tendency to picture him with a black long ponytail so it’s still unclear. He’s an orphan who became the apprentice and then adopted son of a character who is HIMSELF not blood related to the parents of the others, but because their parents treat him as family, he’s their uncle and his son is ergo their cousin. It’s the law. If anyone questions it Big Sister will punch them in the face. Hard. He’s also the only one of the group who has zero connection to magic nor any interest in it whatsoever. For a long time, he avoided the topic of his family because he didn’t want to relieve the trauma of losing them, and tried to focus only on his new family; he’s gotten better at talking about it since (though I won’t go into details on how they died). Easily the most chill and calm of the whole group; all he wants is to get to do his experiments, invent some cool stuff, read, draw and sew because it’s soothing. 98% of the time he gets roped in an adventure is against his will by his cousins (other 2% is when he wants to get his hands on something forbidden to study it; the only times he gets in trouble he does not mess around. Go big or go home, what’s the use of going apeshit if you don’t even get arrested). He just wants to stay home and hyperfocus. Please let him take a nap (they don’t).

The advantage of constantly being thrown around by creatures of hubris is that it puts into practice your quick-thinking skills: very promptly got used to taking charge of every kind of situation no matter how crazy and keeping everything and everyone under control, and will get frustrated when people don’t listen to him (he’ll make them listen). Even though they should technically get along great for being the two most reasonable, he often butts head with Big Sister because of his leading nature (“No I don’t think you’re dumb, please I just want us to survive this let me handle it”) His adoptive father is himself in a huge position of authority so he’s learned a lot from him. He’ll drag everyone safe back home by force if he has to (even if he has noodle arms).

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We’ve got the Big Sister (here). Physically perfect mix of her grandmothers, but with her father’s older sister body type (aka: huge): long dark blonde wavy hair and blue (?) eyes. Arguably most attractive face of the bunch. Her father is basically a paladin, her mother is petite but strong (not a fighter though) her aunt is at the head of an army, and she wants in on it. Since she was very young she’s trained with her father in the hopes to join their army (and succeeded) and she’s become the epitome of a huge muscular woman in so doing. She tries to follow her father’s ideals of “justice and protection to the weak and innocent” in theory, but due to her sometimes abrasive attitude (which she gets from him), and the fact that she has inherited a lot of her mother’s personality (a “the end justifies the means” kinda gal), she can sometimes have a warped vision of morality that she has to work on a lot. Sadly, she’s also inherited a bit of her father’s introverted exterior and aunt’s “in case of doubt, punch” reasoning and honestly, that’s just a whole mess of a personality combo but she tries her best. She’s easily the most confident and assertive of the group and never doubts her abilities or goals (sometimes maybe a bit too much), might even boast a lot tad. She’s extremely protective of her loved ones and is the kind that will yell at you for getting in trouble (big sister vibe +1); before her older cousin was adopted she was used to being the oldest of the family and therefore still feels responsible of everyone’s safety, she’ll definitely always try to be in control for every situation. She actually butts head a lot with her adoptive cousin because of them both taking the “older and wiser” role, and it took her a while to begrudgingly admit he’s often better than her at handling things, and that they should just work together instead of trying to one-up each other. She loves messing with people (ESPECIALLY her younger brother whom she can drive MAD) but hates being messed with and will definitely get her revenge. She does her typical “older sibling friendly bullying” thing, but if you trashtalk her brother anywhere near her you’re dead. Only she can mess with him, it’s the law.

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We’ve got the middle child (here), the one I called Lyn (actually a character from another story, this one created entirely by me, that I inserted here once just because and somehow she ended up with an entirely different backstory and family). Related to the other two Brother and Sister by blood (dad is their mother’s half-brother). Somehow looks more like her father’s sister than her parents, also a lot like her mother though she hates to admit it. Her mother had her without ever telling her dad and was extremely abusive to her for 10 years (she has scars, mostly on her back). At that age her father, who was married, found out about her and tried to get in contact with her, until he found out the way she was being treated. Her mom tried to get rid of him by getting him arrested, but his sister-in-law (maybe?? What do you call the sister of the husband of your sister??? She’s the head of the army I mentioned earlier) pulled some strings and managed to get him and his husband custody as well as getting the mom banished. Lyn hasn’t seen her since (but she will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ). She’s extremely happy with her dads now and thankful to have them.

Her dad is actually a fire mage and she has great control over fire herself, but no interest in pursuing that talent academically; she’s good with knowing how to burn stuff that annoys her when necessary. She greatly prefers to run around outside; she’s really good at sports, an extremely good climber and fighter, runs fast and is agile (all this taught to her by her stepdad). She’s not as much of a “horse girl” as her cousin, but she’s got her own horse (she created it; don’t ask) and she loves him to death. Has absolutely no clue what she wants to do with her life as an accomplished adult and honestly neither do I; maybe she’ll end up going on adventures for the sake of it like the original characters, why not. She honestly doubts herself, her own abilities and her future a lot, but usually tries to hide it behind jokes and smiles. She’s actually extremely resourceful and a quick-thinker, but only if doing so will end in mischief. Sidenote: she drives her adopted cousin up the fucking wall. He just wants to rest and be chill most of the time and she somehow always gets him mixed up in her messes, which he always has to help her clean up. He loves her, but damn does he also want to strangle her. (And now I can see the Vanderwood/Saeyoung vibes, god dammit @marshmallowprotection​  was right about both their matches)

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And finally, the Younger Brother (here). Perfect mix of his parents, white, grandma’s wavy locks, dark hair and blue eyes, arguably the cutest (his sister and his side of the family just got the bamf genes): youngest of the whole gang, used to being doted on, particularly by his sister. Also used to not being taken seriously because he’s young and being messed with a lot, PARTICULARLY by his sister. He has a huge inferiority complex towards her because he’s always felt like she was more accomplished and closer to their father than he was (which is partially true because since she pursued the same career as him they just got to spend a lot of time training etc. but he loves his children equally. He himself is closer to their mother and mother’s brother) and had a better grasp than him on what to do with her life and how to achieve her goals. He later discovered himself a talent in magic and learned a lot through his grandfather and his mother’s brother the mage; successfully entered the same school as he, one of the best of its kind and has been receiving nothing but praise since. He’s very excited about his studies now. Still very cunning and ambitious.

I mentioned in his matchup description him being easy to manipulate due to his insecurities (also true in love; my baby was in an abusive relationship for some time, his first love, but he’s okay now (his sister and Lyn avenged him…)) and hurting someone he loved because of it: that’s actually Lyn. When he was younger and still dabbling with magic, he started to learn things outside of his level due to the manipulations of his grandfather (that guy is a whole other story, we’re not gonna get into it). Lyn tried to warn him that he was going too far, but tired of never being taken seriously, he tried to prove her wrong and accidentally injured her (and then ran away for two weeks because he had no idea what to do and had a major breakdown). Lyn lost her sight from her left eye; she got most of her sight back now, though not all, but couldn’t get rid of the scar on her face. He felt particularly guilty because out of the entire group, Lyn was the one he had the closest kinship and relationship with due to them being the youngest and certified troublemakers and he couldn’t cope with what he did to her. Lyn was the one who forgave him, helped him get out of that bad mental place, reject their grandfather and get help, and they’ve become even closer ever since, basically inseparable. (Which to me makes the fact I ship them both with TWINS hilarious. Actually damn, that whole thing reminds me a lot of Saeran attacking Saeyoung too because of his mental state and Saeyoung being the one to help him anyway. I’m starting to understand why I ship them with the twins).

 … hope you don’t regret asking, anon x’DD

#ask and you shall receive more than you'd wanted #infodump mode is ON #sorry #my ocs #my ramblings #long post

[stories-forthe-void]

Protect You ~ Lee Felix

genre: fluff, fantasy au, prince!Felix

pairings: Felix x reader

warnings: daddy issues? idk pretty angsty stuff

word count:2 820

a/n: yat Felix times. I am extremely sorry for the ending and just this fic in general

AO3

Every girl across all three kingdoms wanted to be you. You were Princess Y/N, the daughter of the King of Vlandéré. But along with that title came another. Not only were you The Princess of Vlandéré, but you were also engaged, since birth, to the next king of the neighbouring kingdom, Endover. You were fine with having an arranged marriage and all that, it was for your kingdom and you’d do anything to stop another war between the three kingdoms. So you’d be completely fine with this whole situation if the prince wasn’t a lazy ass who didn’t care about anything and spent all day taking stupid dares from a band of eight other lazy asses who followed him around like a puppy and hooking up with any species he can find willing to smash faces with him (which is pretty much everyone because he is so godamn good looking. Damn the Endovians and their good genes).

So here you are today sitting across from him at a banquet, to celebrate the three kingdoms independence from each other, while he clearly stares at one of the kitchen staff’s butt.

“Do you really have to flirt with every girl you meet” You kind of mumbled it not expecting an answer so you were quite surprised when he replied with:

“Why yes, yes I do” This is the one, this is the cockiest man, no, BOY in all the three kingdoms. Wow, I didn’t think I’d ever find him.

Four hours later and the banquet was over, and luckily it ended when it did otherwise the second War of the Three Kingdoms might have been fought over Felix’s dead body.

“Father I cannot! You cannot expect me to marry that, that, I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE IS BUT HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL FATHER!” You had stormed into your father’s throne room that morning without announcing yourself oh how rebellious you are Y/N.

“Y/N calm down, Princesses do not shout at 9 o’clock in the morning.” You let out a very loud mph. “Y/N come here and sit” He patted what would be your mother’s throne if she hadn’t died tragically when you were five oh woe is you if she hadn’t drunk way to much wine last night and was passed out in her chambers. You sat down. Begrudgingly. “I know you don’t like him and that he can be a bit much sometimes, but he’s only nineteen and he’ll grow out of it. His mother and father are both fantastic rulers-“ That was very debatable considering his father had tried to kill on nearly every single one of his birthdays because he probably wasn’t even his father's own son (no human’s ears are that pointy) because his mother hated his father so much. “And when he realizes that he’s had the most beautiful, intelligent and charismatic girl he’s ever met standing right in front of him, I’m sure he’ll come through. You have to endure this, For the sake of me and Vlandéré.”

After six months of Felix attending banquets with you and flirting with servants, he finally seemed to grow up a bit and had an actual intellectual conversation with you about the growing tensions between the Three Kingdoms and how this alliance needed to be secured fast. But something was off. He kept stealing quick glances at his father, he almost looked sad? No, not sad, something else that you couldn’t quite make out.

At the end of the night, he did something even weirder. He asked you to go for a walk around the palace gardens with him. Today had been one of the only times the banquet had been in Endover and you’d be staying the night, so there was no way you could wheedle your way out of this one.

 The Endover palace gardens were gorgeous, comet orchids, buttercups, heather, nasturtium, oak and plum trees, someone clearly knew their plant symbolism. The more you learnt about King Eustis the more you learnt of how much of a narcissist he was. I mean the guy was showing off with flowers.

How ironic, foxglove represents insecurity. Don’t forget to check your gardeners Eustis

To anyone else, you two would look like the perfect couple. Walking over moonlit bridges, under vine-covered arches, albeit in complete silence so…but after the thirty-minute mark you knew he had to be either hiding from someone, something or just stalling. You may have hated him, but no one should have to bottle things up. You stopped him when you came to a bench in front of the lake which was again named after his father.

“What, why are we stopping?” Felix looked at you like a lost puppy.

“Because Felix, I’m not an idiot. I know somethings up.”

“Whaaaaaaat why would you think that” He’s not even trying to hide it at this point

“Felix come one, a) you talked about POLITICS all night b) you did not flirt with one girl tonight c) you were looking at your dad all weird all night.” he had been looking at the ground until you said the last one, his head shot up and immediately said

“You tell no one, no one Y/N” His eyes filled with worry.

“OK, OK I wasn’t planning on telling anyone. But why are you so worked up about it, it must have been something, I’ve never seen you look humble before tonight, you looked sad or angry I don't know” he just looked at the floor again. You put one hand on his shoulder and the other you used to make him face you. “Felix, listen I may not like you but if I’m going to marry you then I don’t need your emotional baggage weighing us down when we have kingdoms to rule. So, for the last time. What. Is. Going. On.”

“It’s, I’m, ugh just sit down please this might take a while. So you’ve obviously heard the rumours about me and my mother right?”

“The ones about you being illegitimate? S-sorry that sounds mean” It was true though, the rumours were growing louder as he grew up and looked less and less like his father.

“No, it’s fine because they’re true. My mother had an affair with an elf and then had me.”

“And the ones about what your father has tried to do to you?” You had always assumed it was castle gossip, just servants getting restless and spreading lies. Even if he wasn’t his father's son, no one would try to kill someone who was basically family and his only heir. He didn’t say anything for a while and then said:

“Yes, but only partly true, he’s only tried to kill me twice when I was a baby,” You thought you saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes but it was hard to tell in the dark. “But he’s tried three times in the past week, a rogue arrow during the trainee check-up, a random assassin who would have killed me if I hadn’t been walking in the gardens and not in my room like I always am, he even sent someone off to the mines to get some weird crystal that would supposedly give me a disease, thank Magnum I had told Changbin and Seungmin about all the previous attempts so they pretended they hadn’t found any in the past few weeks. I’ve been worried he’d try to poison me tonight so he could play it off as Vlandéré pulling something to end the alliance. That’s why I kept looking at him. I was scared Y/N. I’ve lived my whole life since I could walk, not caring about a thing, hooking up with whoever was available, sniffing whatever weird new crystal Changbin could get me. Anything I could do to show my father he didn’t own me. I was never scared. And now, not even my mother cares about what he’s trying to pull. I just feel so helpless.”

You didn’t know what to do. You had had no idea how much stuff was going on behind that cocky smile of his. He just stared at you failing miserably at trying to conceal the fact that he was crying.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that, you’re so stupid Fe-euah” You pulled him into a hug, it was the only thing you could think of to stop him from degrading himself further than he probably did when the world wasn’t watching his every move.

You buried your face in his neck. “I’m sorry. For everything, I shouldn’t have judged you so quickly.” It came out sort of mumbled but you knew he had heard it when he slowly wrapped his arms around you.

And so the two of sat there. On the bench. Moon shining on the lake and Felix crying into your shoulder. It was weird; it was as if something had clicked between the two of you that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. At that moment you thought I have to protect him, I cannot let this boy die. No matter what happens he has to be safe.

 You two must have sat there for at least half an hour. Felix had stopped crying after about ten minutes but you could tell he was still pretty shaken up so you just let him stay the way he was.

“Felix we’ve been out here for a while, I know your parents won’t be fazed but I do need to make sure my mother isn’t passed out.” stupid alcohol useless women. Can’t even keep her self-controlled when we’re in a different kingdom. Typical.

“No wait, Y/N, please don’t go home tonight. I can convince your father. I’m sure he’d be ecstatic at the prospect of us getting finally warming up to each other.” He grabbed your hand the minute you had stood up and was determined not to let go. For the love of Magnum, he’s going to cut off my blood flow.

“Felix calm yourself, I’m staying the night anyway.” You smiled at him. You smiled at him. This boy is going to be the end of me, isn’t he?

“Oh! Okay. Um… c-can you um canyoupleasestayinmyoom”

“Felix speak words please not dwarfish.” You pulled him up and started to try and get him to walk. He may have spilt his heart to you and you were very grateful but your father wouldn’t be so grateful finding a makeup smudged daughter and tear-stained cheeked future husband walking through the doors an hour and a half after curfew.

You made back to the castle after a long walk filled with the most oddly comforting silence you had ever experienced.

“Y/N, Felix! Where in the Deity’s name have you been for the past three hours?!” Your father looked furious. Eustis…not so much. He was probably just mad that he had to stay up for an extra hour.

“I’m sorry father, please it was all my idea, and Felix had nothing to do with it. I swear.” Felix looked so surprised you thought his eyes might pop out of his head.

“Do this again Y/N and you can consider yourself confined to the castle for a month! Now go to bed, both of you!” You had never seen your father so mad before. You stared at Felix until he got the hint that you had no idea where to go, so he just ended up pulling him along with you.

“Um, Felix, where are we going exactly are we going?” He’d gone back to typical Felix winking at one of your mother’s ladies in waiting. What the hell is going on in this castle?

“Shut up and walk quicker else someone will spot us and then we’re both dead.” He sounded angry. Can he make up his mind already! I’m not just his emotional play toy.

You arrived at what you assumed was his room. He pulled you into his room and slammed you against the wall kissing you passionately slammed the door and slide down it at a painfully slow rate. Burying his face in his hands and then in his knees he mumbled:

“I’m never going to be free of him am I,” He started shaking again. “He’s going to keep trying until he kills me or all my friends first.” You ran over to him and hugged his shaking form.

“Shh, he isn’t going to get you, nor Changbin, nor Woojin, nor Jeongin, none of them.” He stared up at your face.

“And how do you know that Y/N you’ve known me for six months and I’ve already managed to make an enemy out of you. If I can’t protect myself how am I meant to protect my people or my family!’ He tried to push you off of him but his heart wasn’t in it and you managed to keep hold of him.

“Felix, where is this coming from? You were fine literally an hour ago, we were fine.”

“Y/N, do you not see, he didn’t want us to come back. He thought he had gotten away with not even having to try to kill me, he just had to leave us out there for long enough and for sure a night elf could’ve done us in.”

“Okay no, this is not a conversation we are having again. Felix look at me! I told you he’s not going to touch you or your friends or me. Do you want to know how I know that? Because I will protect you. I will use every guard and wizard and elf in Vlandere and they will stand outside your door. Then we will get married and you will be crowned king and your father will be banished to the deepest part of mount Zendita and we will never have to see him again. Do you understand me.” You stared him down. Tears staining his cheeks for the second time that night.

“I understand”

“Ok? Good, now you are going to get in that bed and sleep, OK Mr. Future King.” He gave you a weak smile.

You went to change into more comfortable clothes as you guessed it was going to be a long night. When you got back to Felix’s room (you later realised that you didn’t knock, which could have led to disaster) he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It was the first time you had ever seen him not wearing a suit. He was even more gorgeous like this, just staring out the massive window. He looked so at peace yet unsettled, like his mask was slipping off the harder he tried to tie it on.

“Felix?” You spoke softly, not wanting to scare him.

“Oh, you’re back!” He jumped up and walked towards you.

“So mister,” You poked his nose. Ew no, Y/N don’t do that again, this is so not a Nikki Fire book. “What were you trying to tell me earlier?”

“Oh, um, um, ehhh,” Que suspicious eyebrow raises, “pleasestaywithmetonight” Ok I knew he was part elf I just didn’t know he could speak Elvish.

“Felix I need words, not Elvish please.”

“Oh my Magnum Y/N you make this impossible. Please stay with me tonight?” He almost whispered the last part but you caught it.

“Felix, I don’t think I have another room to be completely honest.” You laughed. He laughed. He really does have the stars in his eyes huh? When Felix laughed his eyes turned into the cutest little crescent moons you’d ever seen.

“So you won’t leave?” Ok if I’m gonna marry him he’s going to have to learn to not make me repeat my promises fifteen times

“Felix, what did I say? I said I’d protect you, and we Vlanderians never break a promise right?”

“Right”

The night consisted of awkwardly climbing into Felix’s bed. Talking for a while. Nearly falling asleep. Felix panicking and shaking you awake. More talking and finally trying to sleep.

“Y/N?” The had been silent for a few minutes

“Mm.” Tired, so tired

“Um, would it be weird if I asked you to hug me?” there it was again, that nervousness, the fast-talking, it was like he turned into a totally different person around you.

“Felix, we’re getting married. You’re allowed to ask me for anything.” You let out a soft chuckle

“Ok, well can I have a hug.” You didn’t even answer him, just wrapped your arms around him and stayed spooning. You thought he was asleep until you heard a soft mumble:

“Please never go” He placed a soft kiss to your hand.

“Never would have dreamed of it. I’ve got to protect you” It was the last thing you heard before you felt a hand cover your mouth and felt Felix being pulled away from you in the dark.

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[radlysadical-blog]

01/01/20

nothing like starting the new year off with a panic attack, that’s for sure. as you can tell, today was great.

i did a lot of thinking last night about what my new year’s resolutions should be, and i think i’ve finally come up with some good ones.

01. i would like to read a minimum of twenty pages a day. i love reading, and i’ve continued to buy books, but i’ve somehow convinced myself that i’m “too busy” to read anymore. i think making sure reading is a priority will make me so much happier in the long run.

02. i want to do squats every day. i am a preacher of body positivity, and i know that there is nothing wrong with my butt, but it’s one of my biggest insecurities, and i think it will help me feel more confident when i go to college next fall.

03. i need to remember to take my medicine. unfortunately, my body has a lot of shit going on. luckily, i have pills to help regulate those issues, if only i remember to take them.

04. i need to stop prioritizing others above myself. i am important too, and i deserve just the same love and support that i give to others.

now that that’s written down, and out of the way, at least i’ll feel kind of accountable for those actions. now for what i actually need to talk about.

my grandpa came over today. i feel really uncomfortable around him. we have nothing to talk about, and i don’t think he respects me or my personal space in the slightest.

i’ve tried to explain to him that i have anxiety. he’s seen me have multiple panic attacks. but he’s still the person who’s always like, “just don’t worry !! you need to step outside of your comfort zone !!”

which, yes, i do understand that that’s necessary sometimes, but if thunderstorms make me anxious, is it really necessary to go out for a drive? no errands, or anything. just driving for the sake of driving. if i’m afraid of heights, is it that important for you to put me on top of a high shelf, completely ignoring the screams and begs for help? (these things both happened when i was young, but that doesn’t make them any less terrifying when i think back on them.)

and he’s always touching me. never inappropriately, but still without my consent. most people that know me understand that i greatly value personal space. i only like to be touched when i’m in the right mood. if someone touches me, i begin to get sensory overload, and it’s like an alarm going off in my head— “he’s touching you! he’s touching you! he’s touching you!”— and it’s all i can think about until he stops.

but there he is with his hand around my wrist, his arm pulling me closer to him around my waist, his face directly in mine when he speaks.

i never ask him to stop because i don’t want to be that asshole who asks her grandpa to give her space, but i always try to move further away, and i show no signs of being comfortable. either he’s really bad at reading people, or he just doesn’t care.

i was already on edge because he was here, and i knew that i was just one bad thing away from completely losing it.

it started off fine. i made brownies for the family because i love baking, and it helps me relax. i talked to my grandpa’s wife (not my grandma, they’re divorced) who i actually love talking to because we have very similar personalities. i sat with my dog in my lap, just trying to focus on whatever was on tv for the time being.

but then my grandpa said he brought his dog with him, and asked if it was okay to let her run in our backyard.

now, i love this dog. she lived with my family for a year or two because my grandpa couldn’t take care of her at the time, and she’s the sweetest thing. so, of course, when she was in our backyard, i wanted to go see her.

it just so happened that when i got up from where i was sitting, my dog realized that something was going on and that there was another dog at my house. she’s very social, so she got very excited to meet this other dog.

i was already at the door at this point, and i was closing it behind me. what i didn’t know was that my dog had been running after me and had wedged her face out of the door, just in time for me to shut it. all i heard was a startled yelp, and i immediately rushed back inside to see my dog.

she wasn’t bleeding or bruised. i think all that happened was that she got scared, but this broke my heart.

my dog means more to me than anything in this world, and i had just potentially hurt her. i sank to my knees, sobs coursing through my body. she jumped into my arms, licking my face as if to say, “i’m okay, v, i promise!” but i couldn’t get over the extreme guilt i was feeling. i didn’t deserve the kindness she was showing me. she should be scared of me. i almost hurt her.

meanwhile, my family laughed at my “overreaction,” but i felt that i needed to do anything that i could to make it up to my dog. they thought it was so hilarious when i got an ice pack from the freezer and a towel to hold against her face. it may have been a little overdramatic, but i would never dream of hurting my dog. i don’t think they understand that i’m just trying my best to do what i think is right, even while having a panic attack.

of course, this prompts my grandpa to come up behind me and rub my back while leaning up to speak directly into my ear, which only made me cry harder. it just baffles me that even with this extreme, unfiltered reaction to the touch that he thought he was being helpful. he didn’t get the hint until i managed to sob out “please stop touching me. please, please stop.”

i kept crying for almost an hour. every time i thought i was done, i’d start again.

i just really hope that today doesn’t set the tone for the rest of my year.

[aureumjeon]

Wonderland (M) || JJK || Oneshot

♡Pairing: Jungkook x Reader. ♡AU: Best friends to Lover AU. ♡Genre/Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF and Smut, Fingering, Oral (Both end receiving) ♡ Word count - 6K

You’ve known Jeongguk for at least 7 years now. And it took you forever to realize that you were truly, madly and deeply in love with your best friend. 

(A/N: Go listen to John Mayer’s “Wonderland.”  I hope you enjoy this cliched and not so uncommon fic. hehehe I'm sorry if the reader's an insecure mess. I added a few of my personal insecurities so that I can make the story on a more personal and emotional level.)

"What else do we need?" You stated as you pulled the bowl of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave. It was about 3:48 in the afternoon and while you were waiting for Jeongguk, your best friend of 7 years to arrive, you decided to get everything ready for your movie marathon that's held every Friday. You made a mental note of everything you guys might need "Chips? Check. Popcorn? Check. Soda? Check." You arranged all the mentioned items neatly on the surface of the living room table.  

"I already ordered pizza which will probably arrive in about a 1 hour. So..." You turned around, now face to face with your long-time enemy, the sofa. "You got this, Y/N." You unhinged the lock at both sides of the furniture and gripped its underside tightly followed by a strong pull "Ahhhh-" You heard the clicking sound that indicated the release of the lock mechanism allowing you to pull it upward then lay it flat. "Not today, sofa." You chuckled and made your way to your room to get your newly washed fluffy cream blanket and matching pillows to go with it.

It was a gift from Jeongguk last Christmas and you found yourselves using it every Friday or whenever Jeongguk decided to sleep over. With much delight and excitement, you delicately made your not-so-appealing 4-year old sofa bed that you promised yourself at least 10 times now that you'd get it replaced once your paycheck arrives, a little bit more comfortable to look at. The two pillows side by side against the backrest and the fluffy blanket perfectly draped over the rest of its structure.  

"Y/N!" a voice called out accompanied by the sound of loud knocking filled your small apartment "Sheesh. I'm here!" You shouted while sprinting towards the door unlocking it as fast as you can to avoid disrupting your neighbors. The door sprung open and you were met with an excited Jeongguk. He pulled you into a warm hug and the smell of his body wash immediately invades your nostrils as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Not that you hated it, in fact, you loved how he always smelt like peppermint and cinnamon. Having his arms around you and being completely immersed in his scent gave you a weird feeling, not the bad kind though. You never managed to figure out why it happens, so you just shrugged it off every time thinking to yourself that it was no big deal.

Finally, he released you from the hug and said: "Missed you so bad." And a soft smile made its way on his lips. "I missed you, too." You replied cheeks tinted pink. "What should we watch?" You added while fiddling with the strings of his black puma hoodie. "Whatever you want." He grinned "It's your turn to choose the movie, ya know."

You walked over to the sofa and belly flopped yourself onto the squeaky mattress. Jeongguk noticed that your silk camisole rose a tad bit, exposing the small curve of your back. His eyes widened at the sight of your skin and couldn't help but bite his lower lip. "What are you waiting for?" You stated while patting the empty side of the sofa, gesturing him to come and sit next to you. Your words seemed to knock him back to his senses. "Ah--" there was a pause "Yeah.." His words were faint as he cautiously made his way over to your direction.

"Horror, romance or comedy?" You asked while the remote was in your hand, browsing through the list of movies on Netflix. "Any." He replied, leaning his body against the backrest and making himself comfortable. "This one!" You cheerfully exclaimed, eyes fixed on the TV screen which was frozen to a chick-flick titled  "To All The Boys I've Loved Before.". Jeongguk couldn't help but smile seeing this side of yours. "Jimin watched this one with his girlfriend the other day and told me that it was a solid 9/10."  You looked at him with serious eyes and added  "And Jimin hates romance films." voice low and over-dramatic. Jeongguk bit his bottom lip hard, cheeks puffing out trying to suppress the laughter climbing out of his chest. It was useless though, within a matter of seconds he was uncontrollably wheezing from the lack of air. 

There it is, you thought to yourself. A smile crept its way onto your lips. There was a lot of things you like about your best friend; his angelic voice and the way he sings to you every time you go to karaoke; the not-so-funny jokes and puns he makes which he insisted were his, only to find out he got them from his senior, Jin; the funny faces he would make to cheer you up whenever you were down; but among all the things you like about Jeongguk, the way he laughed was your favorite.

The way his eyes disappear into crescent-shaped lines, completely wrinkled at the end. OH. The way his big cute nose would scrunch up in the middle of his face. MY. His The way his two front teeth, resembling those of a bunny, would become more obvious as the smile on his face widens. GOD. That's it. A light switch in your head was turned on. That was all you needed to confirm the feeling boiling inside you whenever you were with him. You couldn't believe that it took you so long to figure it out, after all the things that had been going through your head, only now you realize that you were truly, madly and stupidly in love with your best friend.

It felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs, your blood started to rush to your face. You can feel your cheeks starting to burn under your skin. "Y/N, are you okay?" Jeongguk asked voice laced with concern. You blinked twice looking all confused. "Are you sick?" He looked more flustered with the way you responded to his question and immediately moved a hand on your forehead. "You don't have a fever." He sighed in relief. "My head hurts a bit." You chuckled awkwardly hoping he wouldn't see right through you. "Wasn't able to sleep last night." A tired smile appeared your face.

To your surprise, Jeongguk stood up and carried you in his arms bridal style. "Wait! What are you doing, Gguk?" You shrieked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping not to fall. "Movie's cancelled." He stated, making his way to your bedroom. He gently kicked the door open and entered your room. The moment his knees hit the side of your bed, Jeongguk carefully put you down on the soft mattress. With no hesitation whatsoever, he hovered himself over you, face dangerously close to yours and laid down on the other side of the bed. You tried to hide the fact that you were freaking out, on the inside at least "What about the movie?" You whined arms crossed and faced your back towards him.

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at your child like attitude. "Meh" Jeongguk replied, his hands tracing over the curve of your hips. His movements sent shivers down your spine and core. You closed your eyes and held your breath, wishing for whatever he was doing to end. It didn't. It only got worse. His hand was now on your stomach, caressing it. Your eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you closer to him. Your back was now pressed against his chest, butt merely inches away from his manhood and you pray to God that he doesn't feel your heart rapidly beating inside your rib cage. "I like this better anyway." He added, warm breath dancing behind your ear as he drowned himself with the scent of your shampoo, burying his face in your soft locks.

"Y/N..." He hummed. "W-- What?" Your words were broken, voice slightly agitated. "I love the way you smell.." He pulled you closer again, this time you were glued to each other. Your clothes were the only thing separating you from touching skin to skin. And with that, your breath hitched a new height and your mouth went dry. This wasn't new to you and surely this wasn't the first time you were in the same bed with your best friend.

In fact, you've done it plenty of times. Too many to count, frankly speaking. Sleepovers, parties and even family vacations, you two were inseparable, always wanting to be together every chance you had since both of you were 11 years old. Knowing your true feelings for Jeongguk now, made it more complicated. Before it was just about having fun and enjoying the company of a friend but now there were more hidden intentions behind every moment to come. 

"Jeongguk..." You wiggled your body, trying to loosen his hug, sucks for you he only tightens it more after your attempt of breaking free. "Heyyy...." He giggled  "Stop squirming, Y/N... You're not a worm." He joked. You sighed loud enough so that he can here. "What's wrong? I thought you were tired." He purred. "I am.. But..."  You paused, trying to come up with an answer. "But what?" Jeongguk asked, his right hand now wedged between your thighs. Fuck, you screamed in your thoughts. The feeling of his hands on your skin was electrifying. Shock waves were coursing through your veins, sending signals to your core. The way your underwear was sticking to your folds was extremely troubling. There's no way in hell that you would reach down your shorts and fix your underwear while Jeongguk was beside you.

You were fucking embarrassed at the way he got your panties soaked without even doing anything sexual. "I need to... to go the bathroom.." You insisted but Jeongguk was too stubborn to let go of you. "No." he hissed, squeezing your thigh. "Stop it...."  you pouted. The more he touched you, the more aroused you get. "You're making me feel uncomfortable..." You finally managed to spit it out. Jeongguk was actually shocked with your words, it felt like betrayal coming from you. He abruptly broke off from the hug. "What?" He questioned, holding himself up with one arm. You can feel his presence linger over you. You made sure that you will not turn around because you fucking bet that your face was red as hell and you didn't want Jeongguk to see you in this kind of state. 

"Y/N.." Jeongguk called out, voice cracked and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You wanted to turn to him, to look at him, to comfort him but you yourself weren't in the best state to do so. "Did I do something wrong?" He added. "No.. You did nothing wrong, Gguk." You lightly chuckled, trying to lift up the mood. "It's all me." You assured him. "You don’t have to worry about a thing. I'm sorry if I ruined the mood but today isn't really a good day. You can go home if you want. I can take care of myself." You concluded as you felt a lump in your throat when you spoke those words to him. Jeongguk's face was dazed. He thought of all the time you were together, trying to figure out what went wrong. He nit-picked every puzzle piece but none of them seemed to fit. Everything was perfect. Your relationship was perfect. You barely had fights, you almost agreed on everything besides the "does pineapple go with pizza" kind of shit, but other than that there was nothing he could come up with that would cause this sudden fall out between the two of you. He was utterly silent, he couldn't think of something to say. What if the words he says next would make things worst? What if he's hard hardheadedness makes you more upset with him? He didn't want to risk anything. He didn't want to risk losing you.

 "Okay.." He mumbled under his breath. "I'll guess I'll go. Sorry." He slowly stood up from the bed, smoothing the creases of his hoodie. "See you." was the last thing he said before exiting your room. The moment he stepped out of your room was the moment a wave of guilt crashed over you. Jeongguk didn't deserve to be treated this way. He doesn't deserve to be stood up like this just because you couldn't come clean with your feelings. A good friend was all that he has been to you. No, Actually he was the Best. He has been always by your side, from your first heartbreak to celebrating your first job, Jeongguk was there. No matter how busy he was, heck, even when he was in a relationship, he would always make time for you. And you were sure that you'd the same for him. And acting like a fucking brat is the exact opposite. 

 You crawled out of your bed as fast as you can, hoping the boy was still on the premises of the apartment. Quickly, you walked out of your room just in time to call out to him before he leaves through the door. "Ggukie." Was the nickname you gave him when you first met. He wasn't fond of it when other people call him that but when it's you, he surely doesn't mind. You took small steps towards him with your head faced down. Jeongguk literally looked like a deer caught in the headlights with the way his eyes were filled with shock, mouth slightly agape. "I thought you wanted me to leave.. " He sounded so sad and disappointed. You never thought that you, of all people, would ever make Jeongguk feel this way. Seeing him like this felt like a knife stabbed you through the heart. "I need to tell you something." You stated while pulling his hand, guiding him back to your room. He did not complain or contradicted, he simply obeyed and follow you. Once you were bad in the room you shut the door and said: "Sit down." 

He was still shaken up with the whole ordeal and remained quiet. You sat beside him and pick up his hand, pulling it closer to you and locked your fingers together with his. Jeongguk was mute the entire time, you knew he was like this. Whenever you had something to share or something to rant about, he would not speak or interfere. He would only listen. You didn't know why but he has always been that way. Because for him, seeing the way you light up when you tell him about the little things that happened to you that made you happy, made him happy too. And the way you'd pour your heart out whenever you were broken made him want to give you a piece of himself so you could put yourself back together again. But you didn't know because Jeongguk himself was quite hesitant to say anything, he didn't want to ruin the relationship he had with you with his own selfishness.

"Jeongguk.." You paused "I've known you since forever and I just...." Tears were forming in your eyes, your vision became blurry. The feeling of Jeongguk's hands holding yours tightly gave you comfort and strength to push through. "Just don't want to lose you.." Beads of water fell from your eyes and landed onto Jeongguk's hand. He wanted to say something but held himself back because he wanted to hear what you wanted to say first. "Promise me, whatever I say today won't change the way were are now." Your voice was barely there and he simply nodded in response. "I think I love you, Jeongguk. I know I shouldn't---" Your words were stopped by the boys figure pulling you into the tightest hug. "Huh????" You were bewildered by his sudden response. "Jeongguk?" You said, lightly tapping his shoulder. "I love you too, Y/N."

Your eyes shot open at his words. "What?" You question him again. He pulled away from the hug just enough to see your tear-stained face. Both of his hands made its way to your cheeks, wiping away any more wetness it could find. "I said,  I love you TOO." Your brain couldn't process anything right now. If there were flies in your room right now,  they would have surely made a home in your mouth that's hanging wide. "You love me too?" You asked, still not believing his words. He just shook his head with a shit eating grin on his face. "How many times do you want me to say it?" He chuckled as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. "I love you, a lot." He hummed. "For the longest time, too." He smiled from ear to ear. You were flabbergasted with the revelation unfolding before your eyes. "Hmmmm. Really?" You were skeptical "What happened to the girl you were dating a while back?" Your words were doubtful. "Didn't work out." He shrugged his shoulders "None of them did." He let himself get lost in your warmth again as he placed his head on your shoulder and continued "When I realized my feelings for you, I held myself back as best as I could cause I knew that this was a one-sided love kinda thing." A soft smile surfaced from his lips "I tried to date other girls but it didn't work out because they weren't you. I can't believe a day like this would come." He faced you, eyes glittering from euphoria. 

There was no more word said after that, only the sound of your lips crashing onto one another. The sound of hungry, needy and desperate kisses echoed in your room. Dominating you were Jeongguk’s wet and sloppy kisses filled with the intent to devour you whole. "You don’t know how much I wanted to kiss you." He moaned through your lips and with that, you replied a whine urging him to continue. His soft and plumped lips tasted like candy, insanely sweet. The flavor was completely whimsical, something you haven’t tasted before. Every contact leaves you wanting more. You've had your fair share of kisses before but this, this was the first that you felt completely drowned in the sensation of kissing itself. None of the boys you kissed before Jeongguk made you feel this way. You thought it couldn't get better than this but boy, you were completely wrong. 

 Another inexplicable feeling knocked you out again. The way his tongue danced with yours was truly spectacular, every move it made somehow synchronized with yours. As the saying goes, it really does take two to tango. You sucked at his wet muscle every time it went past your teeth. You couldn't help yourself but sank your teeth into it. Luckily, Jeongguk did not mind you biting his tongue, oddly enough it felt like bubble gum. The kissing continued for at least a few more minutes before Jeongguk finally snapped. In his thoughts, kissing wasn't enough. He needed to taste you; he needed to feel your body against his; he needed to be inside you. 

He pushed you further until your back hit the headboard. He licked a stripe over the line of your jaw, first peppering your neck with light kisses then sucking harshly at your flesh, to which purple marks bloomed immediately. Jeongguk stared at the bruise proudly and said: "It's only right to mark my territory." You simple laughed and swatted his arm. He chuckled and playfully said, "Better than peeing on you." Stunned by his words you jokingly flicked his forehead and stated: "Way to ruin the mood!". He rubbed the area of his forehead and insisted "I mean, it's not my thing but if that's what you're into maybe----" You stopped him just in time before he could say any more disgusting stuff and dragged him back to your neck. His lips automatically did what they were meant to do. 

He nipped at your collarbone with his teeth, forcing you to bit down on your lower lip. Occasionally adding a few licks here and there. He held onto the hem of your camisole and pushed it upward, only to be stopped by you. "Wait.." You shyly stated. "What's wrong, baby?" He questioned your actions. "It just that... Most of your past girlfriends were well-endowed and..." you gestured over to your small physique emphasizing on your minuscule breast "I'm a sold 4/10, heh." His smile turned into a frown after hearing what you just said. He held both of your hands, cradled it with his and said "Baby. I don't want you comparing yourself to anyone." His voice soft and assuring. "Especially my exes." He combed his fingers through your hair and went on saying "It was just pure coincidence that a few of them were well-endowed. I swear I don’t really have a preference when it comes to dating. And, none of them worked out. Wanna know why?" He paused, waiting for some kind of response from you "I guess I never truly loved them the way I love you. Maybe I was only looking for someone to help me get over you." He smiled. "What you are today, what you are tomorrow and what you will be in 10 years.. I love and will love all of it. Y/N, I love you." Jeongguk kissed your knuckles one by one. "No more comparing okay? You're the only one I want and the only one for me." 

He gripped your top again, successfully taking it off you. He marveled at the sight of your bare body. Eyes taking in every bit of detail, savoring the glorious moment. His line of sight flickered up and down. "I'll make you feel good with my hands. Trust me, okay?". You simply nodded. His hands gently caressed your face before moving down to your chest. His hand ghosted above your hardened nubs, when you felt his touch merge together with your skin, you quickly melted like putty in his grasp. His touch was warm and endearing, the one that can lull you to sleep if he wanted too. 

Your anxiety flew out the window the moment he touched you. You weren't scared or intimidated anymore. You felt safe; you felt secured under his ministration. You breath heaved high and low as his lips kissed your erect nipples. With one hand, he kneaded one breast it slowly while he sucked on the other. You felt like you were floating in the air, wind brushing against your body. He wanted you to feel confident about your body so he made sure that you were well taken care of. Not just physically, mentally too.

You hands magically found itself tangled with his soft black locks, coaxing him to indulge more. He pulled away and placed both of his hands back on you mounds, drawing tiny circles around the areola, making you giggle. He took the nubs and played with it with his thumb and index finger. You tried your best not to make any noise and it was written all over your face. "No need to hold it in, baby. Let me hear you moan. I bet you sound so good when you say my name." He encouraged you well enough for you to release a sweet moan from your lips. The sound of your vulnerable voice made all the blood in his body rush to his member, now visibly erect underneath his sweatpants. "Jeongguk-ah~" You hummed with your eyes shut, enjoying the way he uses his hands. Every touch was filled with magic, spell after spell, drawing you deeper and deeper into an enchanted trans-like state.

He hummed back while his hands slid down to the hem of your silk shorts. As much as he loved seeing you wear these matching camisole top and short shorts that always turned him on, he would love it more if it were on the floor. He took his time sliding the clothing at each end making sure to engrave this very moment in the confinement of his brain and label it as the greatest moment of his entire existence. When the piece of clothing inched closer to your feet, you jammed your thighs together. "Hmmmm." Jeongguk whirred, cocking an eyebrow at you while throwing the silk shorts on the ground. Your juice soaked panties were the only thing on you right now. 

He massaged both of your thighs with his manly hands. You hadn't noticed it before, but Jeongguk hands were really pretty. His fingers were long and slender, knuckles had a slight pink undertone to it partnered with nails that were shaped beautifully. His hand running up and down your flesh made you shiver and caused goosebumps to emerge from your skin. "Jeongguk.." You moaned out his name, and he swore that it was the sexiest thing he has ever heard. "Baby, open up." He cooed "Don't be shy. Show me how wet you are for me." He purred and you obeyed. 

You carefully opened your legs together, looking at Jeongguk’s reaction. The moment you had your legs spread wide open for Jeongguk to see, he hissed out a faint "Fuck.." and ran a finger up the soaked area of the cloth. "You're drenched. Is this all for me?" He asked. You nodded as your cheeks were hued a light red. It made Jeongguk's insides twist and turn at the image of you totally soaked from the arousal he caused. His chest swelled up with confidence, ego boosted up a few steps higher. A spark ignited a flame in his stomach and before you knew it, he had already ripped off the last piece of clothing on you and helped himself. He was now lapping up your juices with his tongue. 

Squelching wet sound filled the air each time his mouth met with your core. He kissed your left fold then the other, making sure he was giving each fold the same amount of attention it needed. Your clitoris was caught between his teeth, you let out a gasp at the action. He sucked on it like there was no tomorrow and caused you to throw your head back in pleasure. "Aaaahhhhhhh---" you cried out in complete ecstasy.  

Your legs were uncontrollably shaking, breaths heavy, feeble moans that were smooth like syrup dribbled pass your lips. Just by looking at the mess you are now, Jeongguk knew that you were already at your limit and that you'd be screaming his name while seeing stars. He inserted two curled fingers in your center, pumping it at a slow pace. Jeongguk was trying to locate your sweet spot by twirling his index and middle finger inside you, and at the same time he was stretching you out so you can fully take in his hard cock. Your velvet walls were clenching around him when he finally found your G-spot. "Right... there...." You voiced out, desperate to find release. He positioned himself on top of you, fingers still inserted, and left a chaste kiss on your forehead. His speed quickens, the lewd sound got louder. You heard ringing inside your ears and pressed your hands on his chest. Grabbing a fistful of his hoodie, you were pulling at it while the exhilarating sensation traveled from your head to your toes, and back again. "Come for me, baby." He whispered lips near your ear. "I-- 'm.." You mewled. Your walls clenched even tighter around his fingers and after what felt like forever, you managed to cum. Jeongguk was sure to keep his digits inside you until you rode down from you high. Your juices seeped out from the sides of your opening and dripped down onto the bed. He pulled out his fingers out which was coated in slick, glistening, viscous liquid. 

He put his digits in his mouth and licked your juices clean off. "You taste so good, baby." He then proceeded to remove his hoodie from his body which revealed his masculine and toned frame. You simple gawked at the sight of him bare, mouthwatering. His 6-pack was a work of art, well defined and breathtaking. "You like what you see?" He snickered, with a dirty smirk on his face. "This ain't even the main spectacle." "Are you ready to see all of me, Y/N?" Jeongguk slid both of his thumbs under the garter of his sweatpants and dragged it down at a tortuously sluggish pace. Beads of sweat formed at your temples in anticipation. "Oh my." You gasped while his hard member sprang free, slightly tapping his abdomen. You kinda knew Jeongguk was big, but not this big. You stood there utterly amazed at how hard and big he was. The tip was red and swollen, spilling out droplets of precum. His shaft was thick, as thick as your wrist even, angry with its veins popping out. You looked at Jeongguk with honest eyes, eyes filled with desire. He knew exactly what you wanted.

 "Go." He said, pulling you upright. You reached out to touch his throbbing member. He instantly jerked when he felt himself in the palm of your hands. It was warm, thick and hard, and you can't wait to feel it inside you. But before any of that, you wanted to make Jeongguk feel good, just like the way he made you feel a while ago. You started pumping his shaft at a slow and steady rate, warming it between your fingers and palm. A low moan escaped from his lips. Your movements caused him to tilt his head back in satisfaction. Seeing Jeongguk come undone before you, by you more so, urged you to take in his member whole. A guttural moan came from Jeongguk as he felt his cock buried deep inside your mouth. "Damn, baby " He panted, looking like a complete mess.

 You swirl your tongue inside your mouth, brushing it against him. You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing your head up and down, pushing even deeper after every stroke until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat. You felt yourself gag at his length and eyes sting when tears started to fill it. Jeongguk was totally out of his mind from the immense pleasure you were providing him. "You frustrate me so much, do you know that, Y/N?" He grabbed your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail, encouraging you to move faster. You placed both hands on either side of his hips, gaining more leverage to increase your speed. Wanton moans were quick to leave Jeongguk's mouth as you sped up your movements. The thought of him spilling his seeds in your mouth was tempting, but he only had one vision in mind. And that was to fuck you balls deep onto the mattress while you scream his name.

 "Y/N.." He whined, rubbing your face. He looked at you with hooded eyes. "I wanna.. " His was out of breath and looked so sexy with his hair stuck to his forehead. "I-- I wanna come inside you... " You simply nodded and turned around, positioning yourself on all fours, displaying your cunt and all of its wet glory. The coldness of the sea of blankets beneath you relaxed your body. Jeongguk can see your reflection from the mirror beside your dresser, there was something about the way your hair falls in your face that gets him all riled up. He grits his teeth while palming himself "I can't, you look so good that it fucking hurts." Jeongguk reached his boiling point and growled at you. He hastily positioned his dick directly in front of your dripping core. He swiped his dick along your slit, lubricating it with your juices so it can easily slip in and provide a more smooth transition.

 "You good?" He asked, pushing the head of his cock a few centimeters in. "Y-yeah." You hummed with a small nod. "Uhhh--" left your lips as you felt him stretch you out deliciously. "God, you're so tight, Y/N.." He mewled while your walls hugged his member. "Did you ever get this tight for someone else?" He huffed through his nostril. The feeling of him finally inside you was unreal. The way his cock filled your insides wholly made your senses go haywire. "N-no."With your entire body drowning in bliss, giving a one-word reply was hard enough as it is. "Ggukie.." You pleaded, voice weak. "Fuck me..." you whimpered. "What did you say?" Jeongguk teased while casually moving his hips to and fro. "I can't hear you, Y/N. You need to sp---" You cut his word short "Fuck me! Fuck me hard until I can't feel my legs!" You exclaimed. He slapped your ass cheek with his hand which caused you to jolt. "That's what I'm talking about." He stated while rubbing the area he hit. His maneuvered his body just right so he can place his other hand around your chest, keeping you upright. Because he knows that after he's done with you, you won't be able to feel your arms and legs.

 He kissed the back of your neck and said "You're mine, Y/N... All mine." With no warning, he drilled your pussy hard and deep. Every move was precise and calculated. His member slipped in and out of you with ease, thanks to enough foreplay. Without it you'd be crying in pain instead of pleasure because of his size. Jeongguk was without a doubt the biggest you've encountered. Maybe that was the reason nobody has ever filled you the way Jeongguk did. He held onto your hips and threw another explosive thrust your way. "Jeongguk!" You cried out, chanting his name religiously as he continued at the same pace. You're nailing were digging into the white sheets of your bed as he continued fucking the life out of you. You can feel him hitting you in all the right places. Your body felt surges of electricity every time his cock pushed further in you, digging deeper into you. His grip on you never loosened, he made it sure that you were in his arm all the while he was making love to you. Because for him, just fucking isn't enough, for you at least. Sex wasn't just lips against lips or body against body. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to make you feel a certain way that nobody has ever made you feel. He didn't just want to touch you, he wanted to touch you.

 He pulled out of you for a second which caused you to whine at the feeling of emptiness. He flipped you on your back and pushed your hair out of your face. "I wanna see your face when you cum on my dick." His voice was deep and sultry. You bit your lip while in a state of complete awe, admiring a sweaty Jeongguk towering above you. He placed a hand over your pelvis and rubbed your clit with his thumb. His ministrations made you curl your toes and moan out his name. With his knees, he pushed your legs further apart, readying himself to enter you again. "Jeongguk...." You pleaded. "I want to cum..." And so did he. He then penetrated you once again, the feeling of him filling you was one you'd never forget. Now, the accuracy of his movements seemed to falter by the second. Every thrust becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. You can feel yourself nearing the end, your body was convulsing, sweat dripping out of every pore on your skin and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Y/N... I'm close.." Jeongguk exhaled. He leaned closer to you, body just inches away. He intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed the tip of your nose. "I love you.."

 There it was, your release. You exhaled deeply as your walls wrapped around his length, juices dripping out of the corner of your core.  He managed to do a few more strokes before following your lead. You can feel his cock spilling out his seeds inside you, It made you feel warm. His hips slowly grinding both of your highs out. "That was amazing.." He hummed in satisfaction, still catching his breath. He rolled over, now laying next to you. His eyes met yours, gaze filled with happiness. "Your all mine, right?" He asked. "Yeah." You replied with the softest smile written on your face. 

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BTS Reactions| Helping Them With Their Insecurities (Maknae Line)

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: Talk of extreme dieting, and exercising.

A/N: OKAY. I did not mean for Jimins to be SO long. It could have been its own blurb, tbh. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, little flowers. 🌸

Music Recommendation: All We Do By Oh Wonder.

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Jimin

You rolled over to find the warmth of your boyfriend, but you were only awoken to the feeling of an empty bed. A small pout started to form on your lips, you had assumed he was using the restroom, or getting a late night snack from the fridge, which you had began to notice was happening less and less. You closed you eyes, curling up in the heavy duvet. You had drifted to sleep for another 45 minutes, but you were woken up by the sound of the front door closing. You rubbed your eyes, looking around to see Jimin still wasn’t there.

“Babe?” You called out tiredly, pulling the blanket from your body.

You could hear the sound of his shoes tapping on the hard wood floor as he walked to the bedroom you two shared.

Why is he wearing shoes?

Your bedroom door opened slowly, as if he was afraid to face you. He walked in, and immediately you could smell sweat. You raised a sleepy brow, curious as to why he would be sweaty.

“Uhm? Care to explain?” You dragged your hand down through the air, pointing out his damp body.

He cleared his throat, leaning back on his heels a few times before he finally had the courage to face you.

“I went to the gym for a late night work out session. I couldn’t sleep,” he lied with grace, almost getting passed you.

“You already went to the gym today, Jimin, for three hours,” you swung your feet over the bed, standing slowly to keep your balance.

“I know, but, you know the tour is coming up, and I just, I don’t know, you know,” he stumbled over his words, taking a small step back.

“I don’t think I know, Jimin,” you took a step forward to keep the same distance you two had before he stepped back.

“I’ve gained a few pounds, and I can see it in my face,” he said, shamefully.

A small gasp parted your lips. You were afraid that this would happen again, even after he swore it wouldn’t. You took another step towards him, grabbing his wrist gently. He looked in your eyes, and you saw all the self doubt, and insecurities in his eyes.

“Baby,” you spoke with caution and love.

“I want to be your mirror,” you dropped your hand from his wrist, standing in front of him with your arms at your sides.

“What?” He frowned, obviously confused.

“Look at me, and tell me everything you tell yourself every time you look in the mirror, but say it as if you were saying to me.”

A look of pure horror plucked the confusion from his delicate features. He shook his head, his beautiful locks moving side to side.

“I-I can’t do that,” he put his hands up to surrender.

“Jimin. You’re not going to hurt me,” you straighten your posture a little more, hoping to look more confident.

He knew he wasn’t going to be able to get out of this one, no matter how much he whined or begged.

“Your cheeks are getting chubbier... and not the good kind,” his voice was small, almost impossible to hear.

“Your waist is staring to fill out more,” he swallowed holding his hands in front of him.

“You’re fat,” his voice broke, and the seal was shattered. His eyes watered, and second later tears streamed down his face.

You took a step forward, and pulled him into your arms. He crumbled down to the ground, taking you with him. You wrapped you body around his, trying to touch every visible part of his skin. Silent sobs racked through his body as you held tighter, kissing his hair. You stayed that way for at least an hour before he finally calmed enough to listen to you speak.

“Jimin, baby, the love of my life. How did you feel when you said those things to me?” You asked, stroking his hair.

“Awful, cause you’re none of those things. You’re perfect, every part of you is perfect,” His voice muffled by the skin on your neck, where he had found safety.

“Every time you say those things to yourself, think as if you’re saying them to me, because you are absolutely perfect to me. Every single hair, line or pore on your body is a masterpiece. I’m fine with you working out, and eating healthy, we can do that together. I want to do that together, but you need to promise me you’ll be safe...because I can’t lose you, Jimin. You are my world, please...” your voice taking on a begging tone near the end, but you didn’t care. You needed to hear how desperate you were to keep him safe, to keep him at all.

The next couple months were rough, but he stayed honest with you when he was struggling. You went to the boys a few times, and they helped as well. The thing with being insecure about something, it is not a natural habit. It is a taught behavior, you aren’t born hating yourself. Just as you learned to doubt yourself, you have to learn how to love yourself. It’s a journey.

Taehyung

The crowd was chanting their names, over and over as they walked around the stadium, thanking the army’s. You sat in tae’s dressing room, which is where he preferred you to be right after the show. You had his towel, two cold waters, and an ice cold wash cloth ready for him. You could hear the boys panting as they walked down the hallway, going into their respective rooms. Tae stumbled in, with his face flushed from the performances. You stood up quickly and helped him to lay on one of the couches.

He had lifted his head when you went to sit down, so he could place his head in your lap. You draped the cold cloth across his forehead as he sipped on the water, not wanting to drink it to fast.

“You did so good, Tae. Those notes you were hitting were so beautiful,” you praised him, dabbing some of the sweat from neck.

“I sounded awful, y/n. I messed up every single song. All my notes were flat, and messy,” His response came off strong than he intended.

You didn’t take it to heart though, you knew that when he was feeling this way he would lash out.

“Tae. This was by far one of my favorite concerts of yours. Your voice was so authentic and real. The audience really felt that. You always try to be perfect, and I think it stops you from being yourself, from enjoying how much they love you.”

He closed his eyes, rubbing his face. He knew you were right, but it didn’t stop him from feeling that way. You took his hands from his face and brought them to your lips. You kissed each of his fingertips, and ended with kissing each palm.

“You were great. I promise,” you whisper, as he looks up at you through his lashes.

Jungkook

“Jungkook, are you even listening to me? I told you that you keep over stepping, and throws off the shot. Start again.”

Even you could see the frustration in kooks innocent features. He was called the Golden Maknae for a reason, and he loved living up to that name, but today just wasn’t his day. The cameras began to roll again, and kook made sure not to over step, but it caused him to tumble a little over his own feet.

“Cut! Everyone take five.”

Kook stormed off the stage in embarrassment and anger towards himself. You hurried from your chair on the sidelines and followed behind him quietly, giving him a little bit of space. He shoves the doors open to go outside. Luckily, we were at an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere so there was no fear of being noticed. He leaned against the building sliding down till his butt hit the ground.

You found your place beside him, still not touching him. He wasn’t naturally one for affection unless he was in the mood, or just being clingy. He leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes silently. The night sky was clear, stars burning brighter than most nights. After a few minutes of silence you reach over and grabbed his hand, and to your surprise, he intertwined his fingers with yours, giving you hand a soft squeeze.

“What going on in the beautiful head of yours, baby,” you pulled out the big guns, you pulled out the ‘baby’ card.

You glanced over to see his cheeks burning red, you tried your hardest not to grin, it wasn’t the time to be in awe of your adorable boyfriend.

I hate disappointing them...” he opened his eyes to see you admiring him, another round of shy blushing graced his cheeks.

“You’re not disappointing them, kookie. You are one of the hardest working people I know, and it is SO rare to ever see you have an off day, but it’s going to happen. Every day you come to work and you work your ass off. I see you trying so hard in there, but sometimes you need to loosen up. Enjoy what you’re doing, cause I know how much you love dance. Stop thinking about it as a job every once and a while, and just dance because your body loves it,” you make small circle on the back of his hand with your thumb.

“You’re right. I get so caught up in being perfect, that I’ve stopped enjoying what I do.” He sighed, bringing your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your hand.

“It’s been more than five minutes. Let’s go back inside, and I want you to dance because you love it, not because you need too.” You smile, cheek red as he sets your hand down.

With ease he pushes himself off the wall, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you up. He was a lot stronger than he knew, he pulled so hard that you almost flew from the ground, but he was ready with open arms to catch you. He pulled you close, and hide your face in his neck, leaving behind little pecks on his skin.

“Y/N...” he whispered.

“Yes, Kook?” You asked, running your nose along his skin.

“Can you say it again?” He asked, sheepishly.

“I love you, baby.”

He giggled happily, pulling back to see your face. He dipped down and pressed a sweet kiss to your always wanting lips.

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[jon-daddy-dominus]

Kitten's Collar

Chapter, 18

The house was dead silent when Alexis awoke. Only the distant clicking, of an old school wall clock in the kitchen threatened the quiet. She could tell it was still dark out, but the cool empty sheets on Clints side of the bed, told her he'd been gone for a while. Propping herself up on one elbow, she squinted her eyes to focus on the alarm clock, just in time to see it change to, 5:11. "Damn, when he said he was going in early, he was kiddin." She thought, as she rolled over, and snuggled back into the cozyness of the heavy quilt.

The next time she opened her eyes, the clock read, 8:31. She closed her eyes again, and was beginning to drift back to sleep, when she felt the pressure on her bladder, and grumbled as she threw back the covers, hurrying to the bathroom.

"Why the hell can't somebody figure out a way for people to pee without getting out of bed? I was so comfortable." She mumbled to herself.

When she was done, she decided to take a relaxing, early morning bath, before Clint got back.

The tub was full of almost unbearably hot water, as she sank in, submerging everything but her head. Clints tub was noticeably bigger than the one in her apartment, normally her knees would be poking out, if she laid this far in, and to her surprise, her feet still weren't touching the other end.

"Alexis? You awake, Sweetheart?" Clint called, softly into the dark room.

Seeing the light coming from under the bathroom door, he tapped lightly, and called again. "Alexis?"

"Yeah, Honey, come on in."

Clint eased the door open, and stepped inside. "I brought you some coffee, and breakfast, Sweetheart."

"Are you tryin to make me fall in love? Cause this is exactly how you make me fall in love!" She joked, sitting up in the tub.

He sat down on the step, leading into the bathtub, and carefully handed her the coffee cup. "Careful, it's hot Sweetheart."

"Thank you!" She smiled, sleepily.

"Do you want your minis now, or do you want me to put them in the kitchen until you're done?" He asked, making a gesture toward the kitchen.

"You're gonna let me eat chicken minis in your tub?" She grinned.

"Well, I'm kinda hoping you're not gonna make a huge mess, but if you do... I guess you're in the right place." He laughed.

Clint held a towel up, she sipped her coffee, sat it down, dried her hands, and sank back up to her neck, with a chicken mini in each hand.

Clint watched the steam roll up, as she lay there, half dancing, wiggling her butt against the bottom of the tub with every bite.

She stopped suddenly when she opened her eyes again, ans caught him smiling at her, as she wriggled her naked body in the hot water.

"Whaaaaat?" She blushed. "What are you staring at me for?"

"I can't help it. You're beautiful! And you're so cute when you don't think anyone's looking." He smiled.

"Well, thank you, but stop." She laughed, covering herself, with her arms. "You're gonna make me self conscious."

"What do you have to be self conscious about? You're gorgeous."

"Ooookay..." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious Alexis. What are you self conscious about?"

"I don't know... alot." She laughed.

Holding out his hand, he motioned with his eyes for her to give him the rest of the uneaten chicken mini she was still holding. She placed it in his hand, and he put it back in the bag, before sitting it, and her coffee on the counter.

With a very serious look on his face, and reaching out for her hand, he stated. "Stand up please."

She rolled her eyes at the thought of leaving the wonderfully warm water, to stand in the cold air, but took his hand nonetheless. Helping her to her feet, he pulled her up to a standing position on the platform, built in to the corner of the tub.

A chill ran up her back, as she stood there looking down at him with her arms crossed, awkwardly waiting for him to do whatever it was he was doing.

"Show me." He said, sternly.

"Show you what?" She snapped back, nervously.

"I'm asking you, to point out, what parts of your body, you're insecure about."

"This is weird. I don't wanna do this." She snapped, again.

"Alexis... Sweetheart, indulge me... Please." He asked, sweetly.

Cutting her eyes at him, and scrunching up her face in annoyance, with both hands, she grabbed the skin around her bellybutton, and squeezed it. "If you really wanna know? THIS." She snapped, loudly. "I hate the way my stomach looks!"

"What else?"

Her irritation increased, as the feeling of being judged grew.

"I told you I don't like this. Can you not, put me on display, and judge me like this?" She growled, with anger in her eyes.

"Sweetheart, I'M not judging you. YOU'RE judging you. Will you please tell me, what else?"

Taking a breast in each hand, she raised her voice. "My boobs, okay! I don't like my boobs! They're too small, and this one, is bigger than this one. I feel like I have elf ears, my foreheads too big, and my feet are weird! Are you happy now?"

Seeing she was on the verge of tears. Clint reached up, and placed his hands on the side of her head, stroking her temples with his thumbs.

Pulling her head down, he kissed her on her forehead, and whispered. "Your forehead is in exact proportion to your face."

Letting go, he moved his hands to her ribs, and leaned in, kissing each of her breast. "Your boobs are not too small. They fit your body perfectly.

Sliding his hands down to her hips, he kissed softly, just below her bellybutton. "No Sweetheart, you don't have six pack abs, but you're far from overweight, and I happen to find your stomach, extremely sexy." He smiled up at her, as he began sinking lower.

Alexis braced herself against the wall, and the curtain rod, as Clint got down on one knee, and lifted her feet, one at a time, kissing the arch of her foot. Looking up from below, he smiled softly. "And there's nothing "weird" about your feet, Kitten. They're actually very cute feet, and I've never been a "feet" kinda guy." He laughed.

Clint stood up, put his arms around her, and lifted her up. Alexis wrapped her legs around his waist, and put her arms on his shoulders, dragging her fingers across the hairline, on the back of his neck. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making me do that."

"Sweetheart, I don't ever want you to feel like I'm making you do anything. But I'm gonna be blunt with you, it makes me very angry, when I see you judging yourself. You're a beautiful person, inside, and out. I know everyone has things they don't like about themselves, things they wish they could change. I guess, I just thought, that maybe if you could see yourself, the way I see you, even if only for a moment? Maybe, it would help you realize, you have absolutely, nothing, to be insecure about. Especially, with me."

"Well... I doubt I'm ever gonna be completely happy about everything, but it did make me feel better." She smiled. "It made me feel kinda sexy."

"But you're always sexy." He smiled.

"Mhmm..." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious."

Smiling her cocky little smile, and making her eyes big, she said. "I noticed you said nice things, about every flaw I pointed out, except my elf ears."

Raising one eyebrow, and leaning his head to the side, "Well... I didn't wanna lie to you, cause you do have some elf ass ears!" He joked, laughing.

Slapping him playfully on the shoulder, she yelled. "I do not!"

"Oh, yes the hell you do! Hell, I was getting ready to ask what kinda money Santa was paying in the workshop these days!" He laughed.

"Fuck you, Asshole!" She laughed back.

"Fuck me?" He grumbled softly, sliding his hands from their resting place on her hips, down to, and under her buttcheeks, where he began slowly kneading the fleshy mounds. "Fuck me, huh?" He repeated, smiling deviously.

Slowly, a devilish little grinn made its way across her face, as well. Raising her brow, she stared into his eyes and nodded, "Mhm, that's what I said."

Sliding his hand farther under, he reached forward, and traced the tip of his finger along the soft, pink, part in her skin.

Carrying her into the bedroom, Clint dropped her on the bed, with her legs still around his waist. Grabbing her firmly by her ankles, he lifted her legs up in front of him. Holding her feet up, he nestled his face into them, one after the other, he softly kissed from her heel, up the side, to her arches, before working his way across the top of each foot, and gently running his tongue around her toes. Reaching her pinkie, he started back the other direction, one by one, gently sucking each dainty toe into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around it.

Alexis watched in surprise, and delight, as she revelled in the sensation. The thought of someone sucking her toes, had always grossed her out a little, but in the moment, she was thoroughly enjoying it.

Clint kissed his way up her legs, while sinking to his knees. When his kisses reached her inner thighs, he began softly pressing his teeth into her flesh, and holding it for a second, before leaving an indention of prints, and moving to a new spot.

Gently biting his way to her private lips, he held her legs straight out, spread as far as his arms would reach. He began pushing her legs up towards her head, until he was standing again. With long, slow, sloppy, wet, french kisses, it was almost as if, he was making out with her vagina, and Alexis was loving every second of it.

Continuing his advance, he climbed onto bed, placing his knees against her shoulderblades, and resting her butt on his chest.

Firmly holding her feet against the mattress, on either side of her head, her eyes swoll with anticipation, as he paused to growl. "I want you to watch me please you."

Her eyes widened even more, and her mouth fell open, as he began devouring her, before her very eyes. As her orgasm built, he could feel her begin to flex, and push back against him. "Not yet, Kitten." He growled. "I want you to hold it, until you can't take anymore. Then tell me to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She nodded, enthusiastically.

"Good girl." He grinned, before diving back into her.

Alexis watched in amazement, as he licked, and slurpped, and flicked his tongue over her. She loved being able to see what was causing the sensations, coursing through her body.

She felt a small tickle under her bellybutton, looking down, she could see a trail of her liquid, trickling from her sex, across her stomach, and down between her brest. Looking back up at him, she could see him smiling, proudly as he continued to pleasure her.

When her orgasm caught her by surprise, she shouted. "STOP! YOU GOTTA STOP!"

Without hesitation, he retreated backward, and began swirling, and flicking his tongue around her tight, pink asshole.

"Oh my God!" She squealed in delight, as she locked eyes with him, staring at her over her dripping sex. "Shit, shit... shit, shit, shit! I can't hold it no more! I can't hold it!" She growled, as he flew back to devouring her sex.

She pushed her legs against his grip, as hard as she could, as he relentlessly attacked her clit with his tongue.

"Stop, stop, stop! It's too much! I can't take it, it's too much!" She stammered, when he continued licking after her orgasm subsided.

It was as if he was deaf, he never missed a beat. The pace, and intensity of his licking only increased, with her protest, until her heard her screaming. "OH, MY FUCK!... Mmmmmmm, SHIT!"

With her legs still being held tightly to the mattress, she began wildly wriggling her ass against his mouth, as he started to slow his movements, back to his make out style.

When he released his grip on her ankles, and leaned up to kiss her, she felt his soaking wet beard against her mouth, and smiled to herself, knowing she was the reason, it was so wet.

As he stood back up, Alexis let her legs fall over on the bed, and lay there quivering, while she took a moment to recover. "Oh my god, that was sooo good!" She smiled. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Kitten." He smiled back.

ONCE she had regained her composure, Alexis crawled over to the edge of the bed, and grabbing Clints belt, pulled him to her, but when she started trying to unbuckle his pants, he pulled away.

"Maybe later, Kitten. I got a call just before I came in, about a gator in a ladies back yard. You wanna go with me?" He grinned.

"Hell yeah!" She said, spinning around, and hopping to her feet.

She stumbled forward, and grabbed Clints arm to catch herself.

"Easy babe! Where you goin?" He laughed.

Clinging to his arm, she bent over giggling. "My legs are still shaking!"

"Well, then maybe I shouldn't do that anymore." He joked.

Looking up at him, with a pretend serious face. "You think you funny? I don't care if I have to beg, you WILL be doin that again!" She chuckled.

"Mmm..." He smiled, deviously.

"What you, "Mmm'n" about?" She grinned.

"Nothin." He smiled.

"Nothin, my butt! What you grinnin about?" She repeated.

"Just picturing you begging." He continued, smiling.

"Oh, so you like the idea of me beggin?" She asked, raising her brow.

"Maybe a little."

"Mhmm... Maybe alot! I done learned what that little shit eatin grin means." She laughed.

"Okay, well go ahead, and get ready, cause we need to get goin. We can talk about this later." He smiled.