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lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years

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Wedding Disaster!

Another crappy story I made long ago. Original is on Wattpad under Lyra_ze_hedgie. Both part 1 and part 2 is on this.

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONIC!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amy= 19 years old

Sonic= 21 years old

Lyra 18 1/2 years old

Blaze= 19 years old

Cream= 18 years old

Rouge= 19 years old

Maria= 19 years old

Silver= 21 years old

Knuckles= 21 1/2 years old

Shadow= 22 years old

Tails= 20 years old

It was 7 in the morning, and the Sonic Team girls were wide awake. As you can see in your brain, the girls are at Amy's house, sneaking through the door. They were about to wake up Amy and get her ready.

Cream, Amy's self proclaimed little sister, did the honors of waking the sleeping beauty. "Amy, wake up! You got to get ready for the happiest day of your life!" Cream squealed with excitement.

"I'm gonna give birth..?" Amy said dozily. She was 1/2 asleep, if you were wondering. Rouge and Maria were holding their chests from trying not to snort and laugh.

"Out of the way everyone! This is sure to wake Rosy Posy up!" Lyra yelled as she carried a 3 gallon full bucket into Amy's bedroom. She sprinkled a few drops onto Amelia's face. She still isn't up. She spills a little on to her face. Amy got up immediately.

"I'm up, let's get ready! Lyra water the plants with that, and make me look like a goddess, girls!" Lyra opened Amy's window and dumped the water close enough to the plants. The girls all dragged Amy to Rouge's mansion because her wedding dress was there. They had her take a shower, and while Amy was doing that, the girls took all the make-up out.

"This is going to be amazing! Sonic and Amy getting married! Amy will be my sister-in-law! Girls, she has to look perfect!" Lyra said. Lyra is Sonic's little sister.

"Amy, are you done yet?" Maria asked from outside the bathroom door.

"Yes!" A muffled voice answered from the other side of the door.

The girls all shoved Amy into a chair in front of Lyra's vanity table, and began to look at Amy and thought of what to do.

"Oh shoot! I forgot the curling iron! My 20 others are broken." Rouge realized.

"It's alright, Rouge. Besides, I have fire powers, so watch what I can do. Oh wait, first dry Amy's hair." Cream quickly did that with the blow dryer. Blaze wrapped sections of Amy's quills around her finger and warmed it up. She let go, and made luscious curls. "There, perfect. Amy, you look like an angel."

"She'll look more like an angel once she wears her wedding dress!" Lyra said, while bringing in the wedding dress. (It was a long white gown with red petals all over the bottom hem and along the chest.

"Oh Lyra, it's beautiful." Amy said with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry, Amy, or else you'll ruin your makeup!" Cream yelled.

"Okay, okay!"

Amy put on her dress, and it fit perfectly on her. It made her look like a princess. While admiring her wedding dress, Rouge and Lyra put some eyeliner and some blush on.

"Perfect! Now let's go, or we'll be 5 minutes late to being early." Lyra said.

"You sound like Spongebob, Hun." Rouge stated.

"Point is, we should be out now!" Blaze said, in an impatient tone. "I want to see some SonAmy smooching!" Amy blushed in embarrassment.

"Amelia! Now I can't tell if you're blushing, or if that's your blush making you look pink on the muzzle!" Cream said. Everyone laughed.

As the girls went out, something totally unexpected happened...

Hey, it's chapter 2. (Cream's POV)

Oh no. Eggbots. They're going to ruin Amy's wedding day, and her dress! Everyone immediately gets into battle stance, and takes out their weapons, or show their powers. Me? I stayed in front of Amy to guard her. Lyra, who's still learning to use her scythe, has formed a somewhat big shield around Amy and the girls. I was scared, was Amy going to be kidnapped by Eggman? That bastard! He's in his 70's or something, and he's still trying to kill Sonic! Then, Lyra moved a little, she could only protect me and Amy. The girls started to fight the crab-bots, and bee bots, whatever they're called. I heard some short battle cries. "Cream! Run Amy over to the limo!!!" Maria yells.

"Okay!" I take the hem at the back of Amy's dress, and raise it up, so it doesn't get dirty. I didn't really care about my dress getting messed up, it's Amy's that mattered. We suddenly see all the girls get thrown back. Oh, no... Amy hates when any of her friends get attacked, so in a snap, her piko-piko hammer comes out of nowhere, and Amy makes pissed off look at the robots. I don't want to interfere, but this is her wedding, I don't want her beautiful image get ruined! "Amy! Don't! You'll ruin your dress!" I shouted, but she ignored me.

Oh no.

It's the hammer of doom! Amy's hammer evolved and she was swearing like there was no tomorrow. Hey, I'd be doing the same thing if it were my wedding. Amy suddenly smashed all the bots, and strutted her way to the limo, all the girls watching her with shocked faces. She didn't even ruin anything! We all ran to the car, me going first. Not to brag, but I'm the maid of honor!!! Everyone expected Rouge, but I was chosen. I'm the most like her sister! Suddenly, Maria kicked the driver out of his seat.

"We are supposed to be at the altar by now!" Maria stepped on the peddle, not caring whether she got a ticket or not. Within minutes we were here. Lyra checked to see if everyone was there, and they were. First the ring bearer, and flower girl, which were Sonia's kids, Cecilia and Carlos. Then came in Amy, arm in arm with Shadow, since Amy had no father figure in her life. Behind her was the maid of honor. Which happens to be me. Then, came in Rouge, Sonia, Blaze, and Maria. Lyra was going to be the person that recited the vow things. On the side were Sonic's groomsmen, Shadow, Silver, Knuckles, and Manic. The best man was my boyfriend, Tails. We lined up beside Amy, and watched everything.

"How come the girls look like they were ambushed?" Tails asked.

"Amy looks like an angel."

"And in a few minutes she'll be my sister in law!"

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today on this momentous occasion, to witness the joining together of Sonic Ogilvie Maurice the Hedgehog, and Amelia Lynn Merica Rosette. Now, before we begin, is there anyone who rejects this proposal?" We looked around. "Thank Chaos, no one. Sonic, do you take Amelia to be your wife, through life and sickness, and til death do you part?" Lyra looked at Sonic, who was smiling, a few tears falling down his face.

"I do." Sonic responded. Amy was crying heavily, and so was I, it was beautiful!

"And Amy, do you take Sonic to be your lawfully wedded husband, to protect you, to love you, through life and sickness, and til death do you part?" Lyra looked in Amy's direction.

"I do."

"A good marriage is created. The little things in your life will become the big things. You will never be too old to hold hands, never be too old to say good night or for a gentle kiss.

A good marriage is remembering to say "I love you" on a regular basis. It is never going to sleep angry. It is standing together, on each other’s strength and support.

It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is providing an atmosphere in which each of you can grow.

It is finding room for the fruits of the spirit; which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control.

It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.

You will have this kind of marriage if you continue to Chaos as the source of your romance, love, and affection. Now, say your vows." Sonic started first.

"Ames," everyone 'aww's when he said 'Ames.' "When I first saved you from Metal Sonic, I was surprised to see someone as brave and courageous as you. You were as cute as a button, but fierce with that hammer, and I wouldn't marry anyone else. You are the only thing that keeps me happy. You were the only person I noticed, the only person who could turn me on. You were different from those other fan-girls. You were always by my side, even if I lost a battle, you still loved me, even if I was a werehog!" He chuckled. "And since I met you, every time you talked to me, my heart beat in my chest, and only you made me feel like that. I love you Ames." Amy was crying heavily. She sobbed, and gave him a quick hug, before beginning. (Lmao so uncharacteristic)

"Sonikku, before we met, I had a thing for tarot cards, it would say we will meet, it would say you are my perfect soulmate. I believed all of that, in fact, it's one of the things that got us together. And when I got kidnapped by Metal Sonic unexpectedly, you saved me. You were exactly everything I imagined. You were brave, courageous, loyal, smart, strong, loving, and experienced, if you know what I mean." Insert a dirty smirk and wink amen. "You're also very confident, and knew when pride got in your way. I wanted to always be beside you, to love you, to make you happy, to stay with you for all eternity. And now you made my dreams come true. And you have my near all to yourself, until our futures children are born. I love Sonikku."

"With the power bestowed upon Chaos, I pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride." Lyra said. Sonic picked Amy up and spun her around before kissing her gently. She kissed him back, hands never leaving each other.

"Hey, Sonic?"

"Yeah?"

"I caught you."

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER. DE END.

#sonamy #sonamy wedding #whether it be boom #modern #classic #im so sorry this was so bad #ugh #who says frick anymore #ugh again #fml #Lmao i was so retarded and dirty-minded back then #sonamy fanfics #sonamy fanfiction

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adolanables · 5 years

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INFLUENCED - Part 7 (G.D)

Influenced Masterlist

A/N: Pls no one come for me

“Okay, wake up – both of you.” Ethan’s irritated voice woke you abruptly, his annoyed face with an eyebrow raised peered over you and Grayson. You knew Ethan could tell neither of you had anything on under the covers just barely covering up your chest.

“Jesus,” Grayson groaned into your hair, his grip around your waist tightening for a moment before he felt your bare skin and immediately woke up. His eyes shot open and he sat up slightly, making sure the blanket stayed firmly wrapped around you. “E, get out!”

“Geez, I’m just trying to make sure you guys aren’t dead.” He chuckled, stepping away from the bed and leaning up against the closet door. “It’s almost noon – Y/N you must have some sort of magic effect on this kid, he usually can’t sleep past 7 AM. Maybe it has something to do with the pile of clothing on the floor...”

“Ethannn,” Grayson moaned, using his hand to shoo his older brother out of the room. Ethan threw his head back in laughter and slipped out of the room, shutting the large wooden door behind him. “Sorry about him.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged, rubbing at your eyes momentarily – laughing a bit at how late it was. You too were not someone who could sleep in, but something about Grayson’s body holding yours made it feel like you could lay there for days comfortably. “I need to get home.” You pouted, turning around to face him and sliding a hand up his chest, your nails scratching softly at his skin.

“Nooo, please stay.” He stuck out his lower lip and whined, his arms locking around you and pulling you onto his chest. “How do you manage to look like that first thing in the morning?” He rolled his eyes and smirked, his hips bumping up into yours softly – you could feel him against your leg.

“Like what?” You crinkled your nose up, absolutely positive you did not look cute right now. You couldn’t really even see how Grayson looked, considering your glasses were strewn lazily on the night stand next to you. “And I really have to go, Gray – I'm going home for fall break to see my family.” You smiled soflty, excited to spend some time with your younger siblings.

“You look beautiful.” He grinned up at you, running a hand through the mess of hair on your head. “You said you usually take the train, right?”

“Mhm, I gotta run home to pack and then I’ll be on my way.” You sat up, your hands pressed against his bare chest. You felt his heart rate increase and his eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of you. “But I really gotta get there before 6 so my mom can come get me from the sta-”

“Why don’t I drive you?” He interrupted you, as if driving 4 hours to and from Santa Barbara was the easiest thing he could possibly do with his day.

“No, Gray you really don’t have to – it's so far-” You started, instantly feeling bad he would even think he needed to do that for you.

“Nope, I’m driving you.” He shrugged, sitting up and pushing your body back gently to accommodate his. His arms wrapped around your waist lazily and he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his soft lips pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. “Least I can do.”

A few pit stops for food and the rest of your belongings later, you Grayson – and a really excited Ethan – were on the road to Santa Barbara. Ethan didn’t want to be left out of the fun road trip so he and Grayson decided to spend the night in the city to make a little bit of a day-trip out of it. You had agreed to sit in the back of the Jeep, being the smallest of the three – and you were pretty happy you were going to be able to stretch out over the back bench.

“Really sorry for barging in this morning, by the way.” Ethan glanced back at you, a small smile on his face.

“No worries.” You smiled back at him, shrugging and curling into the pillow you had pressed against the window.

“Did you guys... ya know?” Ethan motioned with his hands curiously and you felt your eyes bulge out of your head. Grayson slammed his hands on the steering wheel making Ethan laugh furiously.

“E, STOP.” Grayson screamed, clearly very unamused with his brother’s antics.

“I’m assuming that’s a no because I don’t believe for one second you would be able to contain your excitement.” Ethan teased Grayson for a moment before glancing back at you. “Sorry again – had to take advantage of the opportunity.”

You just laughed and shook your head, still kind of mind blown you were in the back of a car with the Dolan Twins – driving to your hometown. Charlotte had already left for the week, her excessive use of emoji’s through text expressed her jealousy thoroughly. As the highway flashed by your eyes, you couldn’t help but reminisce on the previous night.

You had never felt so connected to someone – the way Grayson was just worshipping you and adoring every move you made. He made you feel so important, you never wanted to be without him. You always wanted to feel this way. The tugging at your heart made you feel funny, sure, you had experience with guys, but you’d never really cared for any of them past friendship. Wes was really the closest thing you got to a true boyfriend in years, and we all know how that ended up. So the way Grayson made you feel? Scared you to death – it was terrifying. You weren’t ready to get hurt, and you knew it was inevitable.

“See you next week.” Grayson smiled at you as you hugged up, standing on the edge of the Jeep - the smell of his cologne penetrating your nostrils. You took a deep breath, knowing you wouldn’t see him for a week.

“See ya.” You muttered, leaning back to kiss him softly – his hands rubbing your sides gently.

As you walked up to your childhood home, you were grateful Grayson had agreed to drop you off at the entrance of your neighborhood. Mainly because you didn’t want your mom to know who had dropped you off, but also because you didn’t want them to see your tiny tiny little run-down home. Your life at college was so different from the way you lived here, it was hard to come home sometimes.

“Y/N!” Your mom shouted, flinging the front door open and wrapping you into her arms – the familiar scent of home reminding you of your childhood.

Later that night your phone lit up

*Pretty city for a pretty girl : )* Grayson’s message made you smile, as did the selfie of him and Ethan standing on the balcony of their hotel. You replied back quickly.

*Just what you deserve*

Four days into your Santa Barbara “vacation,” you were ready to go home. You weren’t used to sharing a bedroom with young children, and you certainly weren’t happy to be here with your step-dad. You were happy to see your mom, but she wasn’t home often – working double shifts. Often, you were left home with all of the kids alone – you loved them, but it wasn’t much of a vacation.

So that morning, halfway through your fall break, you hugged your mom goodbye and called an Uber to take you to the train station. Ethan and Grayson had to take an unexpected trip home to New Jersey the day after they left Santa Barbara due to one of their cousins having a baby. Grayson was so excited, he had barely been texting you – when he did it was a picture of either him or Ethan cradling the newborn. You couldn’t be mad at him, that man loved babies.

A few hours later, you were safely tucked into your warm bed in your little home in LA. Charlotte was still gone, but you were happy to be back – this was your home now. As you started to doze off, ready for an afternoon nap, your phone started buzzing – someone was calling. You fumbled around for your phone, your eyes rolling as Charlotte’s name popped up – either way, you slid to answer.

“Hellooo.”

“Y/N.” Her voice was harsh and sort of scared you, you furrowed your brow at her tone, wondering what could possibly be wrong. “Have you been on Twitter – Instagram?”

“You know that answer is no.” You laughed uncomfortably, still really confused. “Why, what happened?”

“Ugh, fuck” She groaned into the phone, you could almost see her rolling her eyes. “I hate doing things like this over the phone, but check your Instagram, I just sent you a message.”

“Okay...” You muttered cautiously, pulling the phone from your ear and tapping to open up Instagram. You clicked on the message notification from Charlotte and instantly felt like you were going to vomit.

“Uh - Char – I – I gotta go.” You whimpered, tossing your phone down and sprinting to the bathroom – not bothering to hang up the phone.

As you leaned over the toilet you could hear Charlotte’s piercing voice from the other room, “Y/N, Y/N? Are you okay? It’s gonna be okay, don’t panic – please.”

Finally the contents of your stomach came up and you crouched over the toilet, holding your hair back in one hand, the other firmly gripping the toilet bowl. This felt like a bad dream – maybe you’d wake up in the morning and realize it actually was one. As you leaned back against the sink cabinets, you shut your eyes tightly – trying to get the image out of your head.

Grayson’s tan hands wrapped firmly around some blonde girl, her hand rested against his chest as his lips were pressed against hers. Whoever had captured the shot must have been within 10 feet of them as you could see every little detail – including the small Spongebob band aid on his index finger. The same one you had wrapped on him just a few days ago, right here in this bathroom.

You shakily made your way back to your bedroom, hanging up the call with Charlotte and immediately going to Grayson’s contact and pressing block. There was no excuse he could give you that would fix what he’d done.

“Y/N, you’ve got to eat.” Charlotte’s soft voice broke the silence as she sat down next to you on the couch, her small hand rubbing soothing circles on your upper back. She had flown home the second she hung up the call with you - returning back to LA early the following morning.

“Can’t.” You shook your head, swallowing a bit to cover up the dry patches in your throat. The walls in the room around you seemed to be getting smaller every minute. At this point you couldn’t remember how long you’d been in this position - feet placed flat on the floor, hands in your lap, staring directly in front of you.

“This isn’t the end of your world, Y/N.” Charlotte assured you, re-assuming her position of being crouched on the end of the couch. “He may be Grayson Dolan, but you are y/f/n y/l/n and you don’t let stupid boys ruin you.”

You just nodded back at her, unable to explain to her that Grayson wasn’t just some boy. Never in a million years would you have signed up to date anyone as heavily involved in social media as him, but here you were ending things because of something social media helped expose. What if you had never seen those pictures? What if it had happened back in Jersey and you were left completely in the dark?

Charlotte’s small hand nuzzled your messy hair and you felt a kiss pressed to the top of your head as she padded off to her bedroom- in desperate need of sleep from her red-eye home. She had taken the initiative to steal the phone lying on the coffee table and removing the SIM card, hiding it away for safe keeping. Although you had blocked Grayson’s number, you hadn’t blocked Ethan’s or anyone else’s they happened to be around. Staring at your phone constantly ringing, but not being able to grab it and turn it off was slowly driving you crazy. It felt like your entire body was frozen, unsure of what to do next.

While you remained on the couch, a million thoughts flying through your mind, Charlotte was reading through the messages Grayson had sent her while she was on the plane.

*Please, have her call me ASAP*

*I see that you’ve read this, please tell her to call or answer the phone*

*Charlotte, this isn’t what it looks like - please*

Her angry little fingers typed away quickly, wanting to get this nasty man away from her best friend. As much as she loved the Dolan Twins and the rest of their community, she wasn’t blind to the fact that they were people. They made mistakes and were mean and could sometimes be selfish - maybe even more so than a normal person.

*Leave Y/N alone. She’s devastated and your constant attempt at contact is like dragging the knife down her back instead of just pulling it out.*

He read the message and never responded.

“Fucking hell, what part of leave her alone don’t you understand?” Charlotte whisper yelled, barefoot and in pajamas with both of the Dolan Twins on her front porch. It was nearing midnight and you had finally fallen asleep, so when a knock sounded on the door she sprinted in hopes of not waking you up. When she saw the disheveled boys in front of her, she was tempted to slam the door in their faces.

“Please, let me see her.” Grayson begged, his face was puffy and red, under-eyes purple. He looked like shit and Charlotte was glad. She wanted him to hurt.

“Dude, no?” She crossed her arms and glared at him. “She just now fell asleep after being awake from almost 24 hours straight - go home - leave.” She shooed them away, waiting for them to take a step back and it never happened. “Look - I know how big of an idiot someone has to be to lose a girl like her, but she deserves someone who… is significantly less of an idiot.” She ranted, still trying to whisper. “She’s perfect and kind and funny and you - sir - are not going to destroy my best friend because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

Grayson’s mouth fell open slightly, but Ethan’s eyes widened in amusement. He knew his brother was in the wrong, but he would stand behind him through hell and back. “Hey, we know this isn’t an ideal situation - but the least we are asking is if you could ask her if she wants to see him?” Ethan reasoned, surprising Charlotte slightly as he had barely spoken when he was around her in the past. “If she says no, I’ll make sure he leaves.”

Charlotte pursed her lips and thought for a minute. She knew this was her only chance of actually getting them to leave. With a loud sigh she nodded and slipped back inside, shutting the door behind her softly. As she entered your room, a small scream left her lips as she wasn’t expecting you to be sitting straight up in your bed, eyes locked on your door. “What the fuck, Y/N I thought you were asleep!”

“I was, but I heard … him.” You muttered, tucking your knees up to your chest. The small amount of sleep had restored some of your emotions and you finally felt as though you could feel again - no longer frozen in a state of shock. “Why are they here?”

“He wants to see you.” Charlotte sighed,her hand on her hip. “I told him no, but they won’t leave unless I at least ask you.”

“No.” You muttered, chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to hold back your tears. “I don’t want to see him - I can’t.” You shook your head, Charlotte’s face falling as she took in your fragility. “Not yet.”

“You got it, babe.” She smiled softly at you and turned on her heel to let the boys on her porch know what was up.

#influenced!grayson #influenced #grayson #ethan #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #the dolan twins #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan fluff #the dolan twin fanfic #dolan fluff #grayson dolan x reader

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spiffyseok · 6 years

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Prompt: it's Halloween! and jungkook wanted to go out trick or treating with matching costumes (or couple costumes)

Alright, so I got a little carried away with this one. Thank you so much for the prompt! Everyone keep in mind that as of April 2nd, I only have two prompts left in my inbox and I need to post a new one every day of April to reach my goal, so send in your jikook, yoonseok or namjin prompts, please! I will love you forever if you do. I’m actually pretty happy with how this one went, so I guess that is all I have to say :)

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The night sparkled above them, a blanket of endless nothingness and too-far-to-touch speckles of young blues and fading white wisps. Jungkook gripped his boyfriend’s hand tighter in his, finding solace in the fact that in the middle of all of these overwhelmingly countless possibilities, he ended up beside Park Jimin. Just as his thoughts got too cheesy for even him to bear, a child’s excited, high pitched squeals pulled him out of his own mind. He smiled as the child pulled on the hand of a man that looked about a decade older than him, whining about how, “this is the rich neighborhood, please could we go down one more street for the expensive candy!?”

It was Halloween. It was one of his and Jimin’s first spent in the United States, so they weren’t completely used to living in a country where the holiday was celebrated widely enough that dressing up didn’t make you stand out and trick or treating didn’t earn you a “get off my porch, you fucking weirdo.” Not to say that Jimin and Jungkook were trick or treating because, yes, that would probably still earn them an unpleasant reaction, even in a country that praised the holiday as a romantically eerie excuse to be overly goth for one day. They did, however, take advantage of the dressing up aspect.

Jungkook looked down at his lap, which was covered, alongside the rest of his body, in a large, pink suit that ended at the tip of the cone sitting on top of his head. Yes. He was dressed as Patrick Star. This, of course, meant that Jimin sat beside him, face painted yellow and limbs handing stiffly from a rectangular suit that looked suspiciously like a sponge. The whiny, candy-hungry kid pointed at the bench that the couple sat on, rudely wagging his small hand at them and laughing.

“Dad, dad, they’re Spongebob and Pat-” the kid giggles, being silenced as the man gives the child a look that says, ‘say one more word and I’m eating all your candy when you go to sleep tonight.’ The kid seals his lips into a thin line, walking forward in an obedient silence. Jungkook turns to Jimin when they are left alone, with only a few children scattered around the surrounding streets and porches.

“You know,” Jungkook says, Jimin immediately recognising the tone as one of wanting something Jungkook knows he will have to beg for, “that kid said that they give out really good candy on our street… and they know us, so they will probably give us some, like, full sized twix bars or something…” Jimin sighs, shaking his head through every word of Jungkook’s statements.

“Jungkook-ah, our neighbors will never forget the image of us dressed in these stupid costumes, which weren’t even my idea, and I don’t think asking them for candy will help avoid embarrassment.” Jimin seems to think his statement is final, but just as Jimin always gets his way if he begs hard enough, Jungkook knows he still has hope.

“Please, hyung,” he whispers, trying to look adorable but failing to put on a veneer of puppy dog eyes and puckered lips strong enough to cover up the ridiculousness of his Patrick outfit. “Just one house and if it is too embarrassing, we can go back home and change out of these costumes.” Jimin sighs, looking anywhere but at Jungkook as he lifts himself from the bench, hand attached to his boyfriend’s. Jungkook smiles, trailing just a few inches behind Jimin as the older leads them to the nearest house. He recognises it immediately as the home of the Hobbs family, a mother and her twins, Jackson and April.

Jimin was the more socially active of the two. When it came to neighborhood gatherings, Jimin was like a stereotypical wife; bringing baked goods to cook outs and learning everyone’s name. Still, Jungkook knew who everyone was. So, when Ms. Hobbs opened the door, April behind her, surrounded by candy, he made a quick mental list of the names of the people whose eyes he couldn’t never look into ever again after this very night. While it was his idea to do this, he still knew they looked ridiculous.

“Trick or treat,” Jimin says, holding out his hands in place of a bag. April giggles, a bright, weightless laugh that only those younger than the mental age of ten can truly imitate, and rushes over to join her mother in the doorway.

“Mr. Jimin, you look silly!” She shouts. Jimin almost corrects her, but remembers that April’s version of honorifics is throwing a Mr. in front of his name because of her western upbringing. Jimin laughs, crouching down to smile at her from her own height. Jimin whispers out April’s own unimportant secrets, little things like how Jungkook had forced him to dress up like that and that other little kids were laughing at him in the street. She laughs so hard that no noise comes out, feeling special, feeling important, and Jungkook watches on with pride twinkling in his eyes. Jimin is so good with kids.

“So, you dressed up this year?” Ms. Hobbs asks rhetorically, passing Jungkook a kit kat bar with a knowing smirk; Jungkook sends her a mirroring smile, but he isn’t sure what it is she knows. They continue with their light hearted chit chat until Jimin lifts himself back up to his regular height, sending April a small wave. As they make their way to the next house, Jungkook smirks evilly.

“That was fun, but how about we go down a few blocks,” Jungkook suggests, “to where they don’t know us.”

“This is going to be a long night,” Jimin groans. And it was.

#jikook #my writing

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champhangman · 7 years

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Reckless - Part 7

Part 7/?

Characters: AJ Styles, OFC, Baron Corbin

Summary: The newest woman on the roster finds herself making waves she never intended to, with men that are both off-limits to her.

Warnings: Sexual content

I like spendin' time with you too, sweetie.

I don't wanna mess us up…

I like spendin' time with you too, sweetie.

Sweetie.

"Am I hurting you?"

Kim opened her eyes. Shifting her head, she looked up at the masseuse. The woman with fabulous olive-toned skin and thick, shiny black hair was looking at her worriedly. "No, no, it's perfect," she assured.

"You're very tense," the masseuse commented, resuming her skilled manipulation of Kim's shoulders.

"I know," she sighed, putting her head back down and staring at the floor. A massage at the small spa attached to the hotel had seemed like the perfect idea. After a night of little sleep, a turbulent-filled flight, Baron's pestering, Charlotte's nagging, and the anxiety of the big match the next night starting to grow, she was so wound up when she checked in she had felt as though she would snap if someone spoke to her.

The massage was helping, though. A little. The tension headache that had been squeezing the back of her head was gone now. And she felt lulled, by the massage and the soothing fragrance of lavender. But she was still wound up. Still nervous about the match. Still plagued from little sleep. The bits of sleep she'd managed to get had been plagued by a sweet Southern accent and a pair of blue eyes.

I don't wanna mess us up…

Kim sighed as a pair of strong thumbs worked at the apex of her spine. A low moan pulled from her lungs. The masseuse – Angela – was really good. She would have to remember to visit her again the next time she was in St. Louis.

Angela's hands worked magic on her back, her limbs, and her head. When she had finished, she helped Kim roll onto her back and rubbed lavender-scented oil into her skin. Kim sighed, feeling the last bits of tension begin to subside. "I'll have Michelle come apply your facial mask, then you rest for twenty minutes before going to the shower, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Kim sighed again as Angela left. Closing her eyes, she focused on calmness. Serenity. She would get plenty of sleep tonight. She would tell Charlotte to just shut up. She would soothe Baron. She would have a good match. She would be calm. She would ignore stress and anxiety. She repeated the promises in her mind, humming in agreement when Michelle came in and slathered her face with a moisturizing mask. When her twenty minutes were up, she thanked Angela profusely and stepped into a luxurious shower. Wrapped in the fluffiest, comfiest robe she had ever worn, she left tips for the women, gathered her phone, key, and wallet, and strolled to the elevators.

The spa was in the rear of the hotel, away from the hubbub of the lobby. Hoping to avoid anyone who might know her, she followed the signs for the rear elevators. To her delight, no one was waiting at them, and she pushed the 'up' button. Just as she stepped back to wait, she heard the clang of a door opening. The one to the outdoor pool, she guessed, glancing down the hallway in time to see two young boys step into the building. They were followed by another, older, boy. And, bringing up the rear, a man holding a small girl on one hip.

A very, very familiar man.

Damn, she thought. Would it be cowardly if she slipped away before he saw her?

Their eyes met. A shadow flickered across his face, then he was smiling. It was a faint one, but it was a smile.

Damn it. Too late to be a coward.

"Hey," he greeted as he and the kids approached. The tallest boy looked at her with recognition, and a few seconds later the other two were, too. The girl, she noticed, eyed her warily, clutching the front of AJ's t-shirt with her hand.

"Got your hands full, I see," she said with a smile. Did he have anyone to help with the kids? Who was going to keep an eye on them during the show?

"Yeah. We decided to hit the pool while my cousin unpacked the kids' stuff."

Oh, okay, so he had a cousin to help out. Kim was about to ask if they'd enjoyed the pool when the little girl lifted her head from the safety of AJ's shoulder and gazed at her with wide eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked, rubbing the tip of her nose with one pudgy finger.

"Right, I should introduce everyone…" AJ chuckled and adjusted his hold on the girl. "Kim, this is Ajay, Avery, Albey, and Anney."

He touched the head of each child as he named them, and she was grateful. She had a feeling she would mix the boys' names up regardless. Although, maybe not. The three weren't mirror images of each other. Ajay was taller than his brothers, and was literally the spitting image of his father. Down to the longish dark brown hair. The next, Avery, had fairer hair. And dimples in his cheeks, she saw when he grinned up at her. Albey, the shortest, was a mixture of his brothers. Okay, maybe she would be able to tell them apart and remember their names.

All A's, she mused while AJ told the kids who she was.

"Your dad's always talking about you," she informed them, stepping over to hold the elevator door open. Motioning for the kids to go first, she was aware of Anney's large eyes staring at her when AJ set her down she could walk.

"He talks about you, too!"

The announcement came from the middle boy. Avery, right? Kim didn't focus too much on his name, though, too busy feeling her cheeks start to burn. She wanted to ask what AJ had said about her. She wanted to know what was so important about her that he'd brought her up while spending precious time with his children. Clearing her throat, she reached to press the button for her floor, not daring to glance at AJ. "…He does?"

"Yeah, he said he was helping you with the ladders yesterday." Avery looked up at her, eyebrows lifting. "Are you gonna win tomorrow?"

"I'm gonna try," she promised.

"I want Becky to win," he sighed.

"Avery," AJ groaned.

"Is she your favorite?" Kim asked, tightening the belt of her robe. Had she known she would be meeting AJ's children, she would have worn actual clothes to the spa. And done something with her hair other than towel-dry it and throw it in a ponytail.

Avery was nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah, she's the best."

"You can't say that," Ajay hissed to his younger brother. "Not to another wrestler."

"But it's true," Avery insisted. Then, when Ajay nudged his shoulder, he looked to Kim again. "Sorry, ma'am."

"No offense taken, promise. Becky kicks butt. She's one of my favorites, too."

"Albey wants Charlotte to win," Avery continued. "But that's just 'cause she's our friend. Ajay said he hopes either you or Carmella wins. I really don't want Carmella to win. She's a whiny brat, like Albey when he loses a game."

"I'm not a brat!" This from Albey, who stood in front of the control panel. Kim glanced over and snorted on a laugh when she saw the boy had pushed the buttons for all the floors.

AJ groaned. "Boy…"

Kim made sure to hold her robe closed while squatting down so she was level with Avery. "Keep giving me the scoop, Avery. What about your sister? Who does she want to win?"

Avery rolled his eyes. "Dad. She wants him to win everything."

"Daddy win!" Anney squealed, jumping up and down behind Avery.

"Even the women's title?" Kim grinned. When the girl nodded, she looked to AJ thoughtfully. "Between you and me, I think he should win that, too. And all the other SmackDown titles."

"You do?" Avery looked horrified.

"Absolutely. Mainly so I can see him trying to wear, carry, and hold five titles at once," she explained. "And both briefcases. He won't even be able to walk to the ring, will he?"

Avery's horrified expression began to melt into a grin. Giggling, he turned to his father. "I like her, Dad!"

"Did I pass some secret test?" Kim asked. The doors opened and she was about to straighten, then remembered that Albey had set it so they would stop at every floor. It was going to be a long trip up, she thought, settling on her knees.

"Naw," Avery said, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. "I just know when I like people."

"I think I like you, too," she decided.

He rewarded her with a winning smile that reminded her so much of his father's that she felt a tug in her chest. Anney tried to walk around him, but he put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from exiting the elevator, then turned her and sent her toward their father. Then, expression serious and eyes hopeful, he asked, "Miss Miller, do you like Scooby Doo?"

By the time the elevator finally reached her floor, she and Avery had talked about Scooby Doo, SpongeBob Squarepants, and whether or not Cars 2 and the upcoming third installment could ever live up to the original movie. Albey piped in with his opinion now and then, Anney announced that Lightning McQueen was her favorite, and Ajay had, when pressed by his brothers, admitted he liked the second Cars movie more than the first.

"Well, this is me," she said when the doors slid open. Getting to her feet, she gave the kids a smile, reaching to catch Anney before she could dart out. She turned, giving the girl a gentle nudge in AJ's direction, and realized the boys were filing off the elevator already.

"It's us, too," AJ told her with a grin. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he reached for his daughter's hand.

Once off the elevator, Kim saw that his sons were already halfway down the hall. "I'm this way," she told AJ, gesturing in the opposite direction. "So I'll see you—"

"Ajay, come get your sister." The oldest trotted back and swung Anney up into his arms.

"Nice meeting you, Miss Miller," he said with a quick smile before going back to join his brothers.

"I'm sorry they talked your ear off," AJ said.

"Don't apologize. It's not every day I get to discuss the finer points of Patrick Star's unassuming genius…"

He chuckled, and she felt the bit of tension she'd sensed earlier begin to fade. He was watching his kids, and stopped only when they entered a room. Kim looked down the hall in time to see a woman peer out. She smiled and waved to AJ, then closed the door.

"I only have a few minutes," he began. "I've got to get Anney down for a nap, and… Look, I wanted to talk about last night."

She finally looked at him. Meeting his eyes, she drew in a breath at the glint of worry darkening his eyes. "What about it?"

"The pool."

"Nothing happened," she said softly. "I know something almost did, but… It didn't."

"But if it had?"

She would have been thrilled. Probably. No, scratch that, she definitely would have been thrilled. She couldn't remember ever wanting something as much as she'd wanted his kiss the night before. But, looking back, she was appalled at the realization that she hadn't thought of her tentative relationship with Baron at all while in the pool with AJ. He deserved better than that, despite her hedging. AJ deserved better, too. So, while she would have been thrilled, she knew she would have regretted it. eventually. Maybe. She had no idea which answer to go with and finally settled for a lame, "I don't know."

His expression clearly said he didn't know, either. The worry was still in his eyes, and she wished she could do or say something to take it away.

There were so many stale things she could say. If it was meant to happen, it would. All that mattered was their friendship. And a host of other clichés she could rattle off at will. None of them would work, though. "I better get going," she murmured, even though there was nothing she absolutely had to do. She just wanted to escape the awkwardness she suddenly felt. She wanted to lock herself in her room and try to forget his worried eyes. "We'll talk later?"

"Can I ask somethin'?"

So much for escaping. "Sure."

"Are you and Baron…" He paused, then gave a small shake of his head. "It's none of my business."

"Are we what? Together? Dating? Serious? Friends? Fuck buddies?" She winced at the last term, saw AJ do the same, and muttered an apology for her language. Which was odd, because she never apologized for cursing.

"It's none of my business," he said again, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've just seen you with him backstage, and y'all arrived together today, and… It's none of my business."

"You're right, it isn't." She winced again. "Sorry. That was bitchy, wasn't it?"

"Just a little, sweetie." He flashed a brief smile.

"He and I are friends. We used to be more." She bit her lip. She had no clue how to define her relationship with Baron. She didn't even know how to define it to herself, how could she begin to explain it to someone else?

"I see." His hand dropped to his side.

Her gaze drifted to his hand, and to the obvious lack of a wedding band.

We're separated.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

She still wondered what that meant. Was he not sorry they were separated? And why? And what had led to them getting separated in the first place? Infidelity? Abuse? Had they just grown apart? She knew nothing about his marriage, other than he had been married for a while. And that the marriage had produced four cute kids.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine." Just realizing that I've been lusting after a married man. Separated or not, he was still married. And she had been toeing a dangerous line. She was a few steps from being a headline on wrestling gossip sites.

SmackDown Star Caught in Torrid Affair with Kimmy!

Gross. And here she was, chatting with the guy in a hallway while wearing nothing but a bathroom. Granted, the robe was thick and covered her from shoulders to ankles. And the hallway was currently deserted. But still.

"You sure? You look a little sick."

She jerked her head up. "Fine. I'm fine. And I need to go. So do you. Anney needs her nap, right?"

He looked confused by her brisk, rapid speech. "Yeah—"

"So I'll see you later. It was nice meeting your kids. They're sweet." Just like their father. "Bye."

She darted off before he could reply, fumbling in the pocket of her robe for her key. Would she ever be able to be around AJ and not become awkward and bumbling? She doubted it, barring some sort of divine intervention. Her room was at the end of the hall and when she reached it she instinctively glanced back.

He was watching her.

Shit.

He watched her fight with the key, which had turned itself upside down somehow. He watched her push the door open. He was still watching when she stepped inside the room. She had a feeling that he continued to watch until she closed the door, and wondered if he knew that she leaned against it with a weary sigh.

So much for the magical massage given to her by the magical Angela. She was more wound up now than she had been two hours before.

She had to get him out of her mind. He was, like his shirts proclaimed, untouchable. Married. Four kids. God, she couldn't begin to imagine how messy things would be if she allowed herself to pursue him. No more, she decided, pushing away from the door and crossing to the bed. She would stay away from him.

That wouldn't be possible, though. They were working together at house shows, and if the creative team went with what Brian had told her, she would be working with him at televised events as well. She had no clue where the proposed storyline would take her, or him, but for the foreseeable future she would have to work with him.

Okay, okay. She could work with him. She could remain professional. And she could keep their non-work-related interactions to a bare minimum. Fewer backstage chats. No getting to know his children. No getting into a pool and almost kissing him.

Questioning the sudden feeling of unhappiness, she reached for her phone while settling on the bed. She flicked through her notifications, pausing at the sight of Baron's name.

Baron.

He wasn't married. Nor did he have kids. And they did have history of being somewhat good together. Although their history was relatively short. But she liked him. He seemed more open now. More willing to make things work, if his recent behavior was any indication.

Should she try it?

Undoing her ponytail, she attempted to run a hand through the messy locks, giving up when her fingers caught on a bad snarl. She wished she could receive some sort of sign as to what to do. But life wasn't like the movies, was it?

She liked Baron. He was an easy guy to like, despite his penchant for silence. And she knew they were compatible in bed. She liked to think they complemented each other. Tall, dark, and brooding with a side of petite, blonde, and talkative. A mismatched pair, sure, but opposites attracted, didn't they?

Surprised to hear a knock at her door, she pushed her phone onto the nightstand and stood. When she reached the door she rose to her tiptoes so she could peek outside. And, seeing the man waiting out in the hallway, she bit her lip.

Maybe signs really didn't happen.

***

Even though he had a feeling it was a lost cause, Baron knocked on Kim's hotel room door. She'd all but run in the opposite direction when he'd met her at the airport that morning. During the flight, she had acted weird. Charlotte had, too, he thought, recalling the way the two women had whispered back and forth. When he'd asked Kim if something was up she'd mumbled it was just nerves about their match at the show. And since getting to the hotel, he hadn't seen her. She'd mentioned getting a massage, but she had to be finished by now, right?

Knocking again, he was about to fish out his phone and text her when the door opened. He recognized the hotel's complimentary robe wrapped around her, and wondered if she'd fallen asleep. Her hair was tousled, hanging in dark waves past her shoulders. She looked up at him, and one corner of her mouth lifted in a faint smile. "Hey. I was just thinking about you."

She was? Baron pondered that while motioning to the robe. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"You didn't." Her eyes flicked downward before meeting his again. "You going out?"

"I thought maybe you'd wanna go out and eat, but…" He smiled, gesturing to the robe. "Looks like you don't want to go anywhere."

"Being lazy for the evening is definitely my plan." She eased the door open further, her dark green eyes welcoming. "Wanna be lazy with me?"

"Sure." Once inside her room, he fished out his phone to send Erick a text, saying something had come up and his friend was on his own. He switched the phone to silent before placing it on the dresser, then turned to see Kim straightening the covers on the unmade bed. "Did you get your massage?"

"Yes, and I think I fell in love with the woman." She threw him a playful look, then motioned for him to get comfortable. Chattering on about lavender oil and moisturizing masks, she disappeared into the bathroom.

When she came out, he was sitting on the bed. He lifted his gaze and saw she'd brushed her hair in a ponytail. "Hey," he murmured, gently catching her arm when she would have walked by him. She followed his guidance easily, stepping between his knees. "We good?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you." Her face was serious now, and he was reminded of the last time she'd said she wanted to talk to him.

"What about?" he asked carefully, only slightly relieved when she sat on his thigh. Distracted when the front of her robe parted, he slipped his arm around her to hold her close.

"Us."

"Us?" he repeated.

She shifted so she faced him fully, and he tried to ignore the way her legs slid so easily over his thighs. "Us."

"What about us?" He focused on her face, not wanting to be distracted further by the closeness of her body.

"Well first of all… Do you want there to be an us?"

"Of course I do. But I don't want to push—"

She silenced him with a kiss. The impact of her lips against his surprised him, and he quickly brought a hand up to cup her cheek, easing her into another kiss when she would have pulled away. It reminded him of the kisses she gave him back then, when they had first started out. When it seemed like she hadn't been able to get enough of him. He let his hands roam, mentally cursing the thick robe she wore. One hand settled on her hip, tugging her closer. The other slipped beneath the robe. His fingers brushed the curve of her breast and he was rewarded with a soft moan that vibrated his tongue.

"Kimmy," he mumbled, feeling her settle more firmly in his lap. Breaking the kiss, he felt a surge of pride when she gasped for breath and he saw the yearning in her eyes. "You sure you want this?"

"I do," she vowed.

"Not just this," he whispered, thumb lightly grazing her nipple. He felt it harden and forced his hand to move away, gently cupping the back of her neck and starting to rub. "Are you sure you want me?"

She lifted her head. "I want us to try again. But I need you to be more open with me."

"Baby…" He sighed. "Look, you know I'm bad at talking about my feelings. I always have been."

"I know," she murmured, and he felt her slowly begin to melt beneath his fingers. She chewed on her bottom lip. "I care about you. You know that, don't you? And I hated how we always danced around that when we were together before. I… I need…"

He watched her, quiet, waiting for her to gather her thoughts. His hand continued its gentle rubbing, wondering as he did so why her neck seemed so taut. Hadn't she just told him how relaxing the massage had been?

"If we're going to be together, I need us to be open. I need you to talk to me. I don't need long speeches. Just…talk. If you're having a bad day, tell me why. I've never been a mind reader. If I do or say something that you have a problem with, you have to tell me why." She grasped his wrist, giving it a squeeze. "And I know I need to work on that too. I know I have a tendency to just brush things aside. I'll try my best to work on it."

Baron nodded, dragging his tongue across his lips. "Okay."

"Okay?" she repeated, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. His hand fell from her neck, arm winding around her, and he felt her smile as they fell back on the bed. "Okay. Really? That's your start at communication?"

He chuckled, tilting his head to catch her lips in a quick kiss. "Okay, okay," he groaned, guiding her so she lay over him. "How about… I don't want this to be a secret. Back at NXT it was understandable because you were the new kid, but… You're at the top now, baby. I want everyone to know we're a thing."

It was surprising, he supposed, looking up at her shocked expression. He had enjoyed keeping their relationship hush-hush. Mainly because there had been that thrill of discovery, of no one knowing. Even though some had figured it out. Mainly, though, he'd wanted to keep it all quiet to preserve her reputation. Even though he was far from the top of the food chain, he'd known others would accuse her of sleeping her way to the top. But now…

She moved her lips to his jaw. "So you're saying you want to broadcast it?"

"I'm not talking about posting a picture of us online and saying we're dating. Just, if people ask, we say we are." One hand sneaked inside her robe. He delicately stroked the underside of her breast, thinking of the words curved beneath, thumb grazing her nipple as he sneaked another kiss.

"I can handle that," she decided after the brief kiss became several. Bracing her hands on his chest, she pushed herself upright. "Anything else?"

"Yeah." Baron smirked, gently pinching her nipple. He could feel the heat of her against his crotch, and licked his lips. "Lose the robe."

Kim reached to untie the belt, letting the robe fall open. "I don't know that I want to lose it… It's really comfortable."

He missed the warmth of her skin as soon as his hands moved to part the robe. Pushing it down her arms, he sat up to kiss the curve of her shoulder, breathing in the aroma of lavender while she pushed the garment away. "It'll still be comfortable later."

"Mmm… True," she whispered. Cupping his cheeks, she guided his head upward so she could offer a kiss. She wriggled in his lap, whining when she felt him growing hard. He dropped his hands to her hips, holding her still. Nipping at his lip, she pushed tighter against him.

"You're wet," he groaned, fingers digging into her hips. "I can feel it, baby."

"You can?" she asked, moaning into his mouth. Her hands began pulling at his shirt, and he was forced to break the kiss so she could tug it over her head. As soon as he let go of her hips she began to squirm. "Your jeans feel so good on my clit…"

"Fuck…" He leaned back to look down, saw her pussy rubbing back and forth over the bulge of his cock. Holding his breath, he was able to hear how wet she was. Her shivery gasps let him know how good it felt for her, so he leaned back on his hands, enjoying the sights and sounds of her getting herself off.

Her nails bit into his shoulders. Her gasps became little whimpers of longing as her hips rocked. Her breasts bounced and swayed, her hard nipples jutting out proudly. She gasped, loudly, thighs trembling, and tilted her hips, starting to grind harder against his denim-covered dick.

"You gonna cum, baby?" he asked, lifting a hand to grasp one of her breasts. Squeezing, he began to pinch and roll her nipple, biting his lip when he felt her wetness soak his jeans. "Shit… Cum for me, Kimmy…"

"Fuck," she whined, nails digging harder into his shoulders. "It's so close, Baron…"

He watched her eyes squeeze shut. Her sudden squeal caused his cock to twitch. Desire overtook him and he sat up, wrapping his arm around her as she began to shake. She whimpered against his lips when he kissed her, nails so tight in his skin he briefly looked forward to seeing the marks later. Guiding her so she lay on her back, he ignored her whine of frustration when he drew back. He leaned, heard her suck in a breath when his lips brushed over her nipple. Eyes on her face, he did the same to the other nipple, aware the whole time of her trembling beneath him. He trailed kisses down her torso, saw her cheeks start to turn pink as he placed a kiss to her hip. He guided her legs over his shoulders, draped one arm across her hips, and closed his lips around her clit.

She lifted her hips off the bed, his name a squeal, and the last thing he saw before he lost himself in the taste of her was her head tipping back. He sucked hard, pushing two fingers inside her. Spurred on by her savage cries, he hooked his fingers in her pussy, searching for the spot he'd found completely by accident so many months before. When he brushed against it she shrieked. He focused on the spot, and on sucking and nibbling her clit, needing her to completely come undone. Pushing his fingers against the spot, he sucked harder, and tried his best to hold her still when her body began to thrash.

Her thighs squeezed either side of his head. Her hips surged upward, then started pulling away. He stayed with her, though, her disjointed screams ringing in his ears, until he felt her entire body go stiff. Giving her throbbing clit a few brief licks, he pushed her spot one final time, and was rewarded with a flood of juices as he pulled his fingers from her. He gently licked her clean, enjoying her shuddering breaths and soft hisses.

Her legs fell from his shoulders. Panting, she pushed trembling fingers into his hair and tugged until he was lying over her again. Her entire body was flushed, beads of sweat gathering on her throat and chest. Eyes nearly dark as the night sky gazed up at him in awe.

"That was amazing," she whispered. Her fingers lightly rubbed his scalp and she lifted her head for a brief kiss.

"Yeah?" he murmured, kissing the side of her face. He kept his movements gentle, recalling how tender her body was after powerful orgasms. And even though he burned with need to be inside her, he held her while she calmed down, not minding when her eyes drifted closed.

"It was just what I needed," she said after a few moments, tucking close to his side once he'd moved to lie next to her. She stretched luxuriantly, like a dog after sunning itself in the grass, and nuzzled his neck. "Give me a few minutes, babe, and I'll take care of you, okay?"

"I can wait," he promised, tucking his arms around her.

"You sure?"

"I've waited almost seven months for you to come back to me, baby," Baron reminded. "I can wait a few more minutes to show you how glad I am you finally did."

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How to Pose People for Group Portraits

As someone who does a lot of family and child photos, one of the most rewarding but also the most challenging scenarios I encounter, is that of classic group portraits. You know, the one where you’ve got the whole family together and the kids all dressed up and it’s the first time in three years that the everyone was able to get in one place for a picture. Someone is fussing over an un-tucked shirt, another is texting his buddy, the kids are crying, and grandma and grandpa are patiently smiling away because they’ve been down this road many times before.

It’s a tricky situation to be sure. While every family is unique and there is no one single method that will work for every situation, there are a few tips and tricks you can use to pose the whole gang. Get everyone to chill out long enough so you can get the type of frame-worthy shot that may end up as a giant print on the wall or above a fireplace mantle.

Put the crowd at ease

As a photographer, it can be tempting to get right down to business at the beginning of a photo shoot. You want to show everyone how serious you are about your work, and start barking orders to all parties involved. “Okay Grandma, you sit down over there. Now uncle Jimmy, you go here. And you…what’s your name? Claudia? Can you do me a big favor and get your hands out of your pockets?”

The feeling of authority and power that can creep in when wielding your expensive gear and big lenses can be as intoxicating as it is nerve-wracking. But unfortunately, it’s not the best way to get the shots you want.

It’s easy to get so caught up in the idea of getting the perfect picture that you forget about the people whose photos you are taking. You don’t know what happened before they arrived at the session. They are probably a little trepidatious regarding what is about to take place with this photographer and all the fancy cameras and lenses.

The adults are likely on pins and needles because they have invested time, energy, and possibly a lot of money into the ensuing photo session and they just want things to go right. The last thing they need is more stress from a photographer (who can’t even remember their names) telling them where to sit, stand, and look.

Take it slow – talk to them first

To solve this problem, I like to spend five or 10 minutes at the beginning of a family or group portrait session not shouting orders or even getting my camera out, but talking with everyone and getting to know them a bit. And for goodness sakes, learn their names!

Learn some other things too. Where do they work? What do they enjoy doing in their spare time? What movies do the kids like? Sure it will add some time to your shoot, and yes I realize the sun is going down soon and you need to get moving. But if you really want to up your game when it comes to family and group portraits try taking some time to get to know the family or group.

They will feel more at ease and want to work with you. Then when you need Claudia to get her hands out of her pockets you can call her by her correct name (Olivia, to be exact) and give her the Vulcan Salute with a wry grin because you just found out that she, like you, is really into Star Trek.

Focus on the kids

While not all group photos involve children, many of them do and in those situations, it’s vitally important to make sure you prioritize the little ones over the grownups. Not that you don’t care about the adults, but they are much more compliant when it comes to following directions and working with you. Kids are another matter entirely, which is why it’s so important to get them on your side early on and then pay extra attention to them during the photo shoot.

I usually make this clear to the grown-ups too, and blatantly tell them that I expect them to smile, hold a pose, etc., because all my attention is going to be aimed at the little ones. I often start by showing my camera to the children and letting them hold some of my gear. This can be especially useful if you are using longer lenses like a 70-200mm that might feel kind of intimidating to them. The process helps acclimatize them to you as a photographer, dispel some of the nervousness that often results during a session, and usually makes the kids more open to following instructions.

I also like to joke around with the kids, ask them about their favorite movies, toys, video games, and TV shows even if I have no idea what they’re talking about. (If someone can explain the difference between Peppa the Pig and Spongebob Squarepants I’d sure like to know. Cartoons these days make no sense at all to me.) This makes the kids let their guard down and smile while also putting the parents at ease, and believe me, if the kids are stressed the parents sure will be also. But if little Timmy and Alice are having fun, you can bet mom and dad are too.

Tips for posing

Astute readers will note that by this point I have said almost nothing that relates to the title of this article, which is ostensibly about posing people for group portraits. That’s because posing isn’t really the point here. If you show up with your Canon 5dMark III and 85mm f/1.2 lens and expect to take frame-worthy shots simply by going through a checklist of poses, you’re going to have a hard time.

Portrait photography is built on the foundation of a good professional relationship between you and your subjects. Taking the time to develop this at the outset is critical to getting good images when you start clicking away with your camera. However, when it is time to actually take pictures here are some tips to keep in mind.

Do the must-have shots first

Get the must-have shots done first. These are the ones where you need the whole group in the picture, including the kids, and you need everyone to be at their best and brightest. If it’s a generational picture, put the eldest members (i.e. Grandma and Grandpa) in the middle, sitting down if possible. Surround them with kids. Put the little ones on their laps with any tweens and teens standing next to them. On the sides of the picture place the middle generation, or the children of the grandparents.

As you start taking pictures talk with the people, crack jokes, ask them to say odd things to get them laughing (e.g. “On the count of three everybody say Pepperoni and Pickles!”). In the process, you will not only get the little ones to produce genuine smiles, but the adults usually will too.

Keep it comfortable

Throughout the session, whether there are kids or not, you want your subjects to be comfortable with you and with each other so don’t make them do things that feel awkward or unusual. If you’re working with adults, have them stand up with their hands around their loved ones. (Position hands on backs, not wrapped around waists, or else you end up with floating fingers that look unflattering and unusual).

Use the scenery for seating or to stagger the heights of your subjects in order to get more interesting pictures. If women are on the edge of the frame (outer edge of the group) have them put one hand on their hip with the elbow out.

Another tip is to put the tallest person in the center and go down in height from there, but pay attention to relationships too. You’ll notice in the group photo above that the two men are on the edge instead of the middle, which creates a somewhat concave shape to the portrait.

That was an intentional choice on my part since the two young women are daughters of the couple sitting on the bench. I deliberately chose to break a posing rule because I wanted to emphasize the relationships present in the picture, which is something you need to keep in mind when posing for group photos.

For this picture, I was more concerned with capturing a sense of emotion and family bonding than pixel-perfect posing.

Technical stuff

In terms of raw technical details, know that you need a decently fast shutter speed to freeze motion. So even if your group is standing relatively still I recommend using a shutter speed of 1/125th of a second to minimize blur that often happens due to moving hands or blowing breezes.

As a general rule, I like to shoot at f/4 or smaller (remember that larger f-numbers mean smaller apertures) to get a wider depth of field. Shooting at f/2.8 might give you a nice blurry background, but it could also mean someone in the group will be out of focus due to a shallow depth of field. Finally, off-camera speedlights can be a great way to compensate for harsh or dim lighting and help eliminate shadows on faces.

Finally

One final tip that comes in handy when doing group sessions is to have a shot list prepared with their actual names if possible instead of just placeholder pronouns like Mom, Grandpa, Little Sister, etc. You don’t want to get back to your computer and realize you forgot a crucial shot because you were too focused on getting the hand placements correct.

I hope some of these tips are useful for you, and I’m eager to know what techniques you have found to be helpful in your own shooting too. Leave your thoughts in the comment section below, and may you live long and prosper.

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