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miupow · 4 months

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┆ rockstar!choi yeonjun x fem!reader ╰--⪼ one of the hardest things about dating a rockstar is the distance; when he’s on tour he’s thousands of miles away, busy and unable to call, and you spend months alone in a cold counting down the days until he gets home. but your boyfriend put some extra time aside to make a very special video call to his favorite girl.

. . . RATING ! NSFW, MDNFI! . . . WORDS ! 1.7k . . . WARNINGS ! soft dom!yeonjun, daddy kink, lots and lots of pet names, praise kink, sex toys, facetime sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, a little angst in the beginning

for @napofamoon's growing pain rockstar!txt event! this is also a little christmas gift for her and all of my followers~~ thank you to @taegimood and @wolfytae-exe for proofreading!

You purposefully let the call ring out for a bit before answering– you didn’t want him knowing you had been pacing for an hour, waiting impatiently by the phone.

“Hey beautiful,” Yeonjun croons immediately upon you picking up, pretty bare face filling up the screen of your phone– he must’ve just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and pushed back, black tank top and flannel overshirt pulled on haphazardly like he had been in a rush… sometimes you hated how he looked so beautiful so effortlessly. It reminded you just how horrifically out of your league he was. “What are you up to? How was your day?”

“Mm.. not much. It’s been boring without you.” You sigh listlessly, giving Yeonjun a tight, unconvincing smile. “I didn’t have work today so Yunjin took me shopping– got some things for the apartment, some new clothes. Waited for you to call. I’m honestly more interested in how you’re doing, babe.”

Yeonjun gives you an apologetic little grin, eyes unreadable– it does nothing but makes you feel worse. At least he was aware he promised to call three hours earlier. “I’m sorry it’s so late, we had a show.”

“I know.” You reply, a little curt. Yeonjun doesn’t have complete control over his own schedule, pushed and pulled around everywhere he goes by both his managers and his other band members, bending over backwards for breaks snuck in between press appearances and shows every time he and his band were on tour… you’ve beat yourself senseless trying not to let it get to you.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am.” Yeonjun repeated, voice low as he leaned in closer to the camera. “There was a problem with the sound system so our open started an hour late, and then there was a fight in the pit so we had to stop for security to kick them out, and then Beomgyu wanted to get drinks after the show and–”

“It’s alright, Jjun. I understand.” You cut in, voice soft. Yeonjun gives you a look like he doesn’t quite believe you. “It sounds like you had a busy night… you always have a busy night.”

“Yeah, I’m sure things are real quiet when I’m not around.” Yeonjun gives you one of his signature grins, lopsided and handsome, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Missing me yet?”

He wants you to respond with some snide joke, lighten the mood– Yeonjun’s begging for it, brown eyes nervously flitting across your face as his smile cracks and splinters, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. “So fucking much, Jjun.” you croak, “I miss you so fucking much.”

His face drops immediately, his unconvincing grin giving way to one much more solemn and sad– it makes your stomach churn, unable to stomach the helplesslessness in his eyes. “I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home soon.”

“But when?” You press, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Conversations over ETAs only ever lead to fights– Yeonjun loved to make promises he knew he couldn’t keep.

“Soon.” He repeats, his stare hard as he shifts on his hotel bed. “I’ll make it work. I’ll come and see you.”

You knew he wouldn’t, but he was always such a sweet liar.

The look on your face must have given you away, because Yeonjun gives you a desperate, pleading pout, kissable lips pulled down into a grimace. It tears your heart to pieces. “Just bare with me baby, okay? The tour’s almost over, I’ll be home soon–”

“And then you’ll just go on tour again.” You spit, nastier than you meant for it to come out. The wide-eyed, guilty look Yeonjun gives you makes your heart drop to your stomach; you’re fairly sure you would have felt better if he had just gotten angry with you instead.

The sigh he lets out weighs a ton, settles on both of your shoulders. “Can we just talk about this later? We can talk about this when I get home, just– I love you. You know that, right?”

“I love you too,” You reply in a whisper.

“I love you more than anything in the world, baby, more than this.. stupid fucking job, okay?” You had never heard Yeonjun refer to his career as a “job” before… you weren’t sure what to make of it. “Everything I’m doing right now is for our future together; if I pull this off right we won’t have to work another day in our lives, do you understand? It’s fucking rough right now but we’ll get through it, baby, I know we will. It’s all for you, beautiful.”

“I love you,” you repeat, voice wobbly with unshed tears. You’ve heard this speech a thousand times but it never failed to break you down, make your heart full.

“God, gorgeous, I love you too. My everything. My future. Enough sadness, yeah?”

Yeonjun’s gentle, soft words snaps you out of your reverie, reminds you of your plans before getting lost in your own emotions– you hadn’t wanted this call to go this way at all… in fact, you had wanted it to go a different way entirely. You nod and quickly rub your eyes.

“Jjunie…” you start, still semi-sad voice melodic and now charged with a sweet, playful lilt. “I got you something, when I went shopping earlier…”

Yeonjun catches your drift fast, his eyebrow raising with a mischievous grin; he was always so in sync with you, always understood your wants and needs like he could read your mind. “Oh? What’d you get me, sugar?”

You giggle, blink away the tears as you smooth your hands over your baggy sweater, play with the hem– you scoot back a bit, letting more of your body come into frame; Yeonjun hisses in a loud breath when he sees that sweater was the only thing you were wearing.. “I dressed myself all pretty for you, daddy– do you wanna see?”

“Fuck,” Yeonjun breathes, leaning even closer to the camera. His pretty brown eyes are blown wide, lids low as he bites at his plush lower lip. “Take it off, let daddy see.”

You’re slow in sliding off your sweater, teasing as you tug it up over your thighs, over your hips– Yeonjun drinks in every inch, hungry eyes locked on your thighs, and he lets out a low, nasty groan from deep in his chest when you reveal to him your pretty lace thong.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking pretty,” he growls, “Turn around for me.”

You follow his directions obediently, turn your back to show him your lace-covered ass as you finish peeling off your sweater— the sound Yeonjun makes is unholy, deep and nasty and matching the grin on his face. “Fuck, such a perfect ass. So beautiful.”

“I miss you, daddy.” you whine, turning back to the camera to show Yeonjun your pout. His lips are gnawed raw, shiny with spit and pretty pink as he takes in greedy eyefuls of your bra-clad tits, coos at you so sweet and condescending.

“Mm, I miss you too, sugar. Go on; show daddy how much you miss him. Take that bra off ‘n show him those pretty tits, hmm?”

“Yes, daddy~” you purr, quick to reach behind you for the clasp. You’re teasing in sliding off your bra, let the straps hang off your shoulders for a moment before you take it off entirely. Your perky nipples pucker in the cold air, begging for attention— you know better than to touch without Yeonjun’s permission, however.

He can read you like a book, knows exactly what you need as you squirm on camera. “Go ahead and touch, my good girl.”

One hand flies to your breast, tweaking your nipple between your forefinger and thumb; the other moves to rub your clothed clit in tight circles. you let out a breathy moan at the feeling, fight every fiber of yourself to keep your eyes open— you don’t want to miss a single second of watching Yeonjun. He’s breathing heavy, hastily angled the camera down to show you the big bulge in his sweatpants. He strokes himself over the fabric with the lightest of touches, teasing the both of you as he pants into the microphone. “What I would do if I was there...”

“What would you do, daddy?” you ask lightly, feigning innocence, pinching your nipple with a whimper. You’re so wet you’re soaking through your little panties— you’re sure Yeonjun had noticed.

“God, I’d fuck you so hard. Dressed up so pretty for me, you deserve a reward, fuck— I’d leave those panties on while I bend you over and fuck you good, fill you up with my cum… you’d let me, right angel? Let me breed that little pussy?”

You moan high in your throat, hips stuttering as you continue to circle your clit, play with your bud. “Yes, yes! M-more, daddy, I need more!”

Yeonjun squeezes himself through his sweats, snickers at your fucked-out face. “Oh, baby… how about you go and grab that little vibe you love so much, give daddy a little show?”

You don’t need to be told twice; nodding desperately, you reach for your bedside drawer and pull out your favorite vibrator, thin and pink and powerful enough to make you scream. You settle back into frame, position yourself with your thighs wide apart so that Yeonjun has a full view of your drooling cunt, the soaked fabric of your thong clinging to your lips obscenely. You feel vulnerable and exposed, and you embrace it as Yeonjun drinks in your form.

Yeonjun’s too impatient to tease you, giving you an affirming nod so you can start running the vibe across your throbbing slit. “Don’t take those panties off,” Yeonjun orders, slowly untying his sweatpants. “Want you to play with yourself with them on, okay?”

You don’t like the sound of that. “But I want my fingers,” you whine, pathetic, “want something inside—“

“Nuh uh,” Yeonjun chastises, pulling his hard pink cock out and giving it a stroke— you hadn’t realized how much you missed it until you saw it again, cockhead flared and dripping precum. “Listen to daddy, baby. Nothing goes in that cunt except my cock, you hear me? Be patient— I’ll fill you up when I come home.”

And it isn’t until after he’s made you cum in your panties, vibrator on your clit and fingers on your nipples, that he explains why; he has a surprise for you too.

The rest of the tour was canceled. He’s coming home.

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #txt ff #txt fanfic #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #nightly.nsfw #nightly.jjunie #txt x you #txt x y/n

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jazminrhode1 · 8 months

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Gurrrrllllllllll why do I want to be the person in all of your stoires? I love your writing sm. If it's not too too much could you maybe write something about Chris x Reader where he's going on tour and she can't go?

I Don't Want To Leave Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You're dating Chris and he's going on tour but, you can't join him.

Word Count: 892 words

As Matt and Nick hurried to get the rest of their things onto the bus, you sat with Chris on the stairs. He was behind you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned back into his chest.

You had been dreading today and trying your best to push the thought of him leaving out of your mind. He was going on tour for the next 6 weeks and you didn’t know what you were going to do without him. You had spent every day together, all the time that you could but, still it didn’t feel like it was enough.

To the world you were just friends but, he was your entire universe. He was your comfort, your safe space and your best kept secret.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you said for what felt like the millionth time. His arms tigethened around you as he buried his head in your shoulder. You heard a sniffle, then he let out a sigh. “I don’t wanna fucking do this without you,” he replied.

You tried your best to move your schedule so that you could go on tour with him. It could have worked but, then people would know you were dating and you weren’t quite ready for that. You knew as soon as people knew, everything would change. Out of the two of you, Chris was the most afraid of that.

“We gotta go,” Nick said as he waited by the door. He offered a reassuring smile as he promised, “we’ll look after him.”

Nick reached out his hand and helped you to your feet, pulling you into a hug. “I’m going to miss you,” he said, “don’t blow the house up while we’re away.”

You laughed softly and shook your head. You were going to miss him too. Whenever you needed advice, Chris was never your first choice - it was always Nick that you went too. He squeezed your shoulder as he headed out to the bus, your heart broke just a little bit.

When you turned back to Chris, his head was in his hands and Matt was running down the stairs behind him. He held up his stuffed animal as he said, “I almost forgot my pug.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited that stupid toy made him. “We’re gonna miss you, y/n” he said.

He pulled you into a hug and made his pug give you a kiss on the cheek. You laughed as you swatted it away. He acted like he was offended but, then his face dropped, “I really wish you were coming with us.” he said before he slipped out the door and your heart broke just a little more.

When you looked back to Chris, his head was hung down as he shook it in disbelief. The decision felt impossible. Should he leave or should he stay? Of course he had to go but, how could he? You were the best thing to ever happen to him, how could he be that far away from you?

As you knelt down infront of him and took his head in your hands, you could see the tears in his eyes. “I’m gonna be right here when you get back, baby, I promise,” you said before you kissed him. You could feel the quiver of his lips.

You helped him to his feel and he pulled you into a hug so tight you could feel his heart break. “I love you, y/n,” he said, “I appreciate you and I love you so fucking much.”

As tears threatened to fall from your eyes you said, “I think you have to go.”

He nodded feverishly as he kissed you. Your forehead, your temple, your cheek, your lips, your lips and your neck as he lifted you into a hug. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you out to the bus.

“Are you sure you can’t come?” he asked one last time, desperate for you to change your mind. “You know I can’t,” you said as your voice threatened to break.

He set you down pulling you into his chest and placing a kiss ontop of your head. “If you need me, you just call me, I can be back in a couple of hours,” he said.

“I’m gonna be fine,” you said, trying to convince yourself that that was true. He forced a smile in an attempt to convince you he was going to be fine too.

After one last kiss, he turned around and got on the bus. As the door closed you could see him in the window, smiling through his tears, Matt's hand on his shoulder. You tried to hold your shit together as you waved them goodbye, forcing a smile to stop yourself from bursting into tears.

You hoped that this would be the hardest thing you’d ever have to do and that six weeks is the longest you’d ever have to be away from him. At 4am as you lay awake on his side of the bed you missed feeling his heartbeat and hearing him whisper “I love you” until you fell asleep.

The first night was the longest. The second night was the worst. But, you knew he was doing what he loved and who were you to stand in his way?

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aesteraceae · 2 years

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Pairing: 3racha (Chan, Changbin, Jisung) x AFAB Reader

Summary: After weeks of not touching them, you come up with a game for your next meeting with the boys.

Tags under the cut!

Tags: Sub Chan, sub Changbin, sub Jisung, Dom reader, vibrators, crying, begging, overstimulation, spanking, bondage, cumming untouched, mommy kink, noona kink, breast play, degradation, reader is kinda mean in this, grinding, subspace

Taglist: @sunnyville36 @snow-pegasus @toastyseungmo @sstarryreads

See, when you go on a world tour where 90% of your time is spent on a stage or on your way to a stage, it's difficult to get time for sleep, let alone sex.

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Chan, Changbin, and Jisung have a problem.

And even after, the next 3 weeks are spent doing more promotions, sleeping, eating, working, working, working.

The first actual break they get is 4 weeks after the tour ends — one full weekend completely to themselves.

And naturally, they call you.

Your sexual relationship with the unit had been strained somewhat while they were so busy, restricted only to sexting or moaned promises late at night.

Which is why you're delighted to receive a call with Jisung on the other end, already moaning into the receiver.

And that's how you ended up here, 3 needy boys on the bed, all nude and desperate.

A bit of convincing and tickets to a new movie got the other members out of the dorms for at least a few hours, so you're alone, with the boys completely at your mercy.

You lean against the wall, watching them.

They're lined up shoulder to shoulder, all with their hands behind their backs and secured to the headboard. Jisung and Changbin are busy making out, while Chan sits with his eyes shut tight and head rolled back.

And, your favorite part, they all have vibrators inside them.

They're just on a low setting now, but you'd come to realize that the three of them were extremely sensitive.

If you had to decide, Changbin was probably taking it the best. He'd only just started leaking precum, and the vibrators had been on for almost 10 minutes now. He seems more preoccupied with kissing Jisung breathless than the vibrator, but his hips still fuck up into nothing every so often.

Jisung and Chan, though...

Well. They weren't crying yet, if that said anything.

Jisung probably has it harder than Chan right now, driven insane by Changbin's lips and tongue, a treat you let yourself indulge in as often as you could. He's tried thrashing against the restraints, but the handcuffs are solid. If Changbin couldn't break through them, Jisung definitely didn't stand a chance at it.

His little whines don't go unnoticed by you, but they're somewhat drowned out by Chan.

He's been babbling since the moment you turned on the toy, moaning and writhing, and you're convinced that he could cum like this if you gave him enough time.

You tuck that idea away for later and finally approach the bed, kneeling in front of them.

You snap in front of Changbin and Jisung's faces to get their attention, but Changbin just glares at you and kisses Jisung harder.

You put your hand behind your back to suppress the urge to pull them apart by the hair, and instead reach for the small counter toy on the nightstand.

You bought it a few months ago to count how many times you could get Jisung to orgasm, but it hasn't been used for much else. Today, though, you planned to use it for something else.

You add one tick to the counter, making a distinct clicking noise, and Jisung pulls back, startled.

"Good, now that you two are done fucking like rabbits, I can speak."

You don't hide the annoyance in your voice, smiling a little at how Changbin winces, scolded.

"As you heard, I have the counter out. Since it's been so long since I've had my hands on you three, I've come up with a little game."

You show them the little device, and you watch Jisung swallow hard at it.

"Every single time any of you disobey, I'll add a point. I decide how many depending on what you messed up. Then, I'll make all 3 of you cum as many times as the counter says."

Chan moans particularly loudly, and you can't help but glare at him.

"I'm talking. Shut up."

He just gets louder, shuddering, and you reach over to smack his thigh, admiring the red spot it leaves.

Chan sobs, folding over himself with a shout, and you watch, startled, as he fucks up into nothing.

"Chan."

"I'm sorry! It- it snuck up on me, and I didn't even- I'm sorry, I know I should have asked, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Sometimes, when you're in softer moods, it's difficult to tease Chan. He cries so easily, and he always looks so pitiful and overwhelmed when he does something wrong that it makes you want to hold him, rather than punish him.

Other times, like now, all you can think about is how you can make him cry harder.

"God, are you really that pathetic? I knew you were easy but come on, Chan. It's the lowest level."

He sobs, still babbling out apologies, but you just click your tongue and add 3 points to the counter. Feigning annoyance, you grab his hair and drag his head back up.

"Be quiet. How am I supposed to hear myself think while you're screaming like a child?"

Chan gasps and closes his mouth.

He still sniffles every now and then, but like the good boy he is, you can barely hear him now.

"Good. Because you listened well, I'll take off one of the points, yeah?"

He nods, tears still pouring down his cheeks. "Thank you, mommy."

"Mhm. Don't let that happen again. You'll be having all the orgasms you want and more soon enough."

"Yes, mommy. I'm sorry for- for being greedy."

Gosh, he just made it so hard to stay mad at him.

Against your better judgment, you pet his hair. "I know. I know you're a good boy, Channie."

He seems to calm down at that, and you turn towards the other two, satisfied.

"Okay. Hm, who to use first..."

You tap your chin, watching each of them squirm.

After a moment you snap your fingers and reach behind Jisung, untying him from the headboard and leading him to lie over your thighs.

"Noona? Are you-"

A loud smack muffles whatever he was about to say, and you watch him shove his face into the sheets.

"Because I know how much of a slut you are for it, I'm going to spank you. Count each one, if you mess up or cum without permission I'll add the number you missed to the counter."

Jisung whines, hips already rutting against your thigh. "Yes, noona. I'll be good."

"I doubt it." You murmur, before spanking him 6 times in quick succession.

"Jesus-" Jisung whines, obviously stunned by how harsh the slaps were, and you sigh as you add 6 points to the counter.

"They're very simple rules. Are all 3 of you going to be dumb whores tonight?"

You dig your nails into Jisung's thigh, spreading his legs to expose more of the plug.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry noona, I'll be good!"

"Shut the fuck up. I don't care about what you have to say, understand me? You saying you'll be good doesn't mean anything if you can't even get through one order."

Jisung sniffles, but he raises his hips, as if inviting you to try again.

You only smack him once this time, and he only gasps before gritting out "Seven."

"That's more like it."

He does remarkably well, all things considered. He gets all the way to 24, sniffling and sobbing but reciting each number perfectly.

That is, until you smack him directly over the plug in his ass.

Admittedly, he's good at hiding it. He just lets out one choked whine and then he goes silent, but you can feel the wetness on your thighs.

You click your tongue and take your time adding all 25 points to the counter, holding Jisung's hips up to make sure he doesn't get a full orgasm.

"Stupid whore. How hard is it for you two to wait for permission? It's a shame, too, I was going to let you cum once you got to 30."

You drag him off of you by the hair, guiding him back to the headboard and tying him up again.

"Changbin."

You let your voice drop down into something sweet and tempting, sitting up in front of him so his face is directly in front of your chest.

"You'll be a good boy, won't you? You'll do anything if it means you get to see mommy's tits, huh?"

He doesn't even look at you, practically hypnotized, and you bounce slightly just to see the way his pupils dilate.

"Yeah. I wanna touch them, can I please?"

You click your tongue, sliding up so you're straddling his hips.

"I don't know, baby, do you deserve it?"

Changbin nods, and you can tell it's taking everything he has not to lean forward and smother himself in your chest.

"Aww, does my baby really want to see mommy's tits that bad? You're such a little pervert."

Changbin goes red, but he can't tear his eyes away.

"Please..." You look over at Chan and Jisung and jolt a little at their heated gazes.

Chan has drool sliding down his chin, and Jisung is already getting hard again.

"Oh, it looks like all 3 three of my boys are perverts, huh? Here, if you three can behave while I give you a little show, I'll take off 10 points. How does that sound?"

"Yes! I'll be good mommy, I promise."

Chan is quick to reply, Jisung following soon after, but Changbin doesn't even look like he heard you.

You laugh and flick his forehead, jolting him out of his trance.

"Little pervert." You tease, slowly grinding up onto his thigh.

His entire body tenses up, which just makes you moan. You'd be lying if you said this hasn't affected you, watching them beg and cry for anything you were willing to give left your panties soaked through.

It's nice to just grind down on Changbin's thigh for a bit, feeling all of their eyes on you, knowing they're watching your every movement and trying not to cum.

"Fuck, oh my god."

Jisung looks about ready to break his handcuffs, leaning as close to you as possible.

"Hey, back up. Sit still and behave."

"Mommy, please-"

Changbin's panting, embarrassed tears bubbling up in the corners of his eyes as he watches you move. You're not sure if he's close to cumming or just desperate, but he's growing frantic.

"Shh, baby. Don't you want to help your momma cum?"

"Yes! Please, I want you to cum on me, please!"

"So eager," You laugh, but it's breathless and you can feel yourself falling apart.

"Be a good boy and tell mommy how good you feel, yeah?"

Jisung whines, impatient and angry, so you reach over to swat his thigh hard.

There's already a red mark left behind, and you decide to keep a hand on it for support and to make him squirm.

"C'mon, honey. You can talk too, Channie. Jisung, keep quiet or I'll add 20 points, and then these two needy puppies will have to suffer because of your misbehavior."

Chan doesn't even give Jisung a chance to respond, mouth opening into a breathless stream of words. "You're so beautiful, so hot. I'm close just from watching you, I want to see you cum, the face you make. It's been so long, I missed you so much, I missed this, please please cum, I'd be honored to see it."

You can't help the low moan his words draw out of your mouth, tossing your head back as heat pools in your hips.

You glance down at Changbin again and laugh, tipping his head up.

He still tries to stare down at your chest, but you dig your fingernail into his chin and he finally meets your gaze.

His eyes are lidded and dark, dazed, and you can't help but kiss him.

Changbin was always the easiest to get into subspace, and he's also the most fun when he's there.

He whimpers against your lips, quiet and pathetic, and you only kiss him for a moment but he's panting like a dog when you pull away.

"What do you want to do, honey?"

He seems confused by the question for a moment, even tilting his head to the side like a dog, but eventually he speaks. "Wanna suck momma's tits."

"Of course, baby." You sit up a bit to let him latch on, and he immediately melts, as if having your nipple in his mouth was where he was always meant to be.

The extra stimulation definitely doesn't help your composure, but that was alright. The boys were already hooked on you, and your moans were obviously enough to keep them riled up.

Changbin switches to your other nipple and the temperature shift is enough to push you over the edge, groaning as you ride it out.

Your entire body is buzzing, but you're lucid enough to climb off of him. You rest against the bed for a moment, and they're all whimpering when you look back up at them.

You pick up the counter and tick down the promised 10 points, but even that still leaves 23 left.

"Well then. You three have a very busy night ahead of you, hm?"

#dahlia writes #stray kids #bang chan #seo changbin #han jisung #sub!skz #sub!chan #sub!han #sub!changbin #sub!idol #skz chan x reader #skz changbin x reader #skz jisung x reader #idol x reader

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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Could you do your 2, 13, and 35 prompts for Chucky? Thanks <3

Sure! Today I binged Child's Play 1-3 today so here's a little chase scenario/short for Chucky >:) No specific movie. I could've made this longer but I was just doing what I first saw in my head-

This feels like potential for an ending event of a fic, so maybe in the future I'll make a part before this. Only maybe.

Yandere! Chucky Prompts 2, 13, 35

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentioned stalking, Blood, Murder mentioned, Swearing in one line, Violence, Threat, Implied forced relationship, Graphic descriptions despite this being short, Ritual mentions.

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

The malicious voice of the doll echoes through the walls of your house. You curse yourself for even trusting the gift. You wonder if your friend was set up by... it to give it to you.

Normally you'd call yourself crazy for thinking a doll could threaten anybody. You know better now due to seeing what it can do. This doll... Chucky... appears to know you a lot longer than you did it/him?

"Okay, maybe I came off a bit strong. The whole revealing myself thing should've taken more time. But honestly? I can't wait to take you in."

You hear fast steps run about your house. He's toying with you. He knows he'll get what he wants, even if you try to defend yourself with that weapon of yours.

"I promise it won't hurt... much- I already have the perfect type of doll you can be, baby! Just give up and reveal yourself... it'll be quick."

You don't give him the satisfaction of responding back. Instead you make your way to the nearest exit. You can't tell if it's best to stay in the house and fight him or flee outside.

Either way you can't really see him... would giving him an open area only be worse?

"Oh for fuck's sake you won't even give me a response? You're cold!" Chucky yells, more movement soon following. "It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

You grit your teeth and slowly try to open the door behind you. In response a knife is thrown at your leg, causing you to cry in pain. Blood drools out of the wound as you try to fumble the door open despite the pain.

"What? Are you mad I killed them?" Chucky says from behind you, he sounds rather annoyed. "Think of how I feel! I had to watch you mingle with other people that weren't me! You know what? I got tired of it!"

You manage to push the door open, only for something to slice the back of your leg. Your cries ring out and you slip on your own blood. The pain in unbearable, Chucky pulling your head back to expose your throat certainly wasn't helping.

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!" Chucky growls, holding on as you flail. You can stand with your wounds and struggle to fight the doll with a blade pressed to your throat. "In fact, your own death and blood will bring us closer if you just let me conduct this little ritual!"

"Go to Hell!" You yell, cringing at the warmth of both the doll and blood coating your clothes.

"Oh, baby... I can't!" Chucky teases before pushing the knife closer "Not unless I take you with me!"

You struggle more with the doll before he eventually finds a way to knock your head with something. You're not quite unconscious but docile enough to allow the doll to tie you down. You struggle weakly in your binds, realizing the blood loss would put you in shock in soon. While you come to terms with tour situation... you barely notice Chucky drag a doll in.

"If you continue to fight me on this, you're dead." Chucky claims in a stern tone. You're in no place to fight anyway so you weakly nod. In reality, you'll probably die either way with the blood you're losing.

Perhaps you're just tired of fighting anyways.

Chucky smiles at your compliance, lifting your head to see your dull eyes.

"Now I want you to sit tight, I prepared for this moment." Chucky chimes, placing his hands on the doll and you. "After this... you'll be my perfect little doll, just you see."

You go light-headed, feeling your own warmth begin to slip away. You hoped death would claim you before he did whatever the hell he was planning. Unfortunately, that would be mercy compared to what's happening.

"Give in." Chucky orders. "When you wake up, we'll be made for each other."

It's then you hear a foreign language spill from the doll's lips.

You're too weak to even cry.

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undyingghoul · 8 months

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@iamthecomet Tumblr is stupid and not showing my ask box to you so i will do it this way instead!! I've got PLANS for this heheheh. This got away from me and is pretty much a fic now, whoopsie... Usage of the term "daddy" in this as well

It was normal for the ghouls and ghoulettes to sometimes venture off on their own little adventure while waiting for the next tour to start. Some went back to previous places they played shows at and some went somewhere entirely new and different. They didn't stay gone long and always kept updates for everyone. This time it was Mountain who took a little trip. Phantom wasn't happy about it. "Please stay Mounty, please!" Phantom begged on his knees at Mountain's feet. Mountain looked down at the quintessence ghoul and sighed with a small smile. "I'll only be gone for four days my celestial star. I promise to text you, call you, and video call you every day," Mountain paused as a small smirk spread across his face. "And get up off your knees, too. You know what that position is reserved for." Phantom blushed furiously and scrambled to his feet, huffing a breath as his tail shivered. Mountain hummed. "Good boy, Phantom," He praised and Phantom only nodded. "My train leaves soon. Give Daddy and hug and kiss goodbye?" The quintessence ghoul hugged the earth ghoul before him tightly and pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling Mountain's arms snake around him and pull him closer into the kiss. They held each other for a few more moments until Mountain had to pull away, grab his bags, say his final goodbye for the next four days, and leave Phantom standing in his spot. Mountain and Phantom texted, called, and video-called every single day Mountain was gone. They talked about Mountain's trip, things at the ministry, new foods Mountain had tried, how Phantom accidentally snapped a string on his rhythm guitar, and other things that they could think of. On the fourth day and final day of Mountain's trip though, things went a bit further. Phantom was in the middle of trying a new toy he'd gotten when Mountain called him. He'd completely forgotten about the call he planned with Mountain and wasn't about to leave him hanging either. Turning the intensity down on the toy, he quickly answered the call and propped his phone up in a way so only his head could be seen. "There's my handsome boy," Mountain greeted happily. Phantom smiled wide and ignored the feeling of his cock twitching at the compliment. "Hi Mounty!" Phantom responded, bringing up a hand to wave before letting it drop without care. He wished he cared though when he felt the vibrations of his toy grow stronger and a small whimper left him.

Mountain's head cocked to the side. Phantom knew his whimper was heard. The look from Mountain said it all. "Everything okay?" Mountain asked. Phantom cursed in his head. He knew this maneuver. "Yeah! Yeah. Things are good here!" Phantom answered quickly. A little too quickly. Phantom was a goner at this point and he knew it. "Let me hear you make that sound again." Phantom's eyes locked with Mountain's on the screen. A whimper left him on instinct and he watched Mountain's mouth curl up into a smirk. "Good boy." Phantom moved his phone a bit so Mountain could see him fully and Mountain sighed heavily, a small growl leaving him. "That the toy I gave you, buttercup?" Mountain asked. "Yes, daddy..." Phantom replied, a small moan leaving him after. "I bet you're real close right now, Phantom." Phantom nodded, shifting in his spot a little bit. "Such a good boy. You're doing so good my darling." A ragged whimper spilled from Phantom's mouth and Mountain growled lowly. "Let me hear you make that again." Phantom nodded and adjusted the toy a bit, drawing a louder moan from him once it hit a sweet spot. "You're so close Phantom. I know you are. You've got my permission to cum, baby boy. Cum for daddy," Mountain encouraged gently. Phantom grabbed a pillow and squeezed it to his chest as he turned the toy to its highest setting. Tears welled in his eyes and quickly spilled down his cheeks as a series of moans and whimpers poured from his mouth as his orgasm crashed over him. He curled in on himself a bit and let out a pleasure-filled sob, thanking Mountain profusely as he cried from pleasure. Mountain guided Phantom through it with his words until the toy was turned off and set aside. Phantom took a few breaths as he came down from his high, listening to Mountain's gentle praises and words as he fixed his bed how he liked it so he could lay down. He pulled the blankets over him and moved his phone so Mountain could still see him. The pair talked for a little bit after that until Mountain had to turn in for the night, but not before Mountain promised that when he got back tomorrow he'd spend the entire day with Phantom. A few minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Come in," Phantom answered. The door opened and shut as quickly as it had been opened before he felt someone crawl in next to him. "Hi, Dew. Mountain sent you?" Dewdrop chuckled. "Yeah, he did. Just to make sure you would be okay and that you weren't alone." Phantom hummed softly. "Get some rest now, I'll be here all night, Phantom."

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discountdemonwarehouse · 6 months

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Weekend Relaxation

Papa has been dealing with a lot of pre-tour stress and takes his favourite toy(s) on a weekend getaway.

Reader X Papa of Choice. F!/AFAB reader, but tried to be vague in describing body stuff so you can switch it up in your imagination while you read if you aren't a vagina-haver <3

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~3200 words. Contains: - light rope bondage - use of sex toys for repeat orgasms - use of sex toys for light stretching - squirting/female ejaculation - nipple clamps - PIV sex - fingering - tiny bit of oral - use of ring gag - light dominant Papa - affectionate degradation in pet names

Relaxation Toys

Papa loved toys. He specifically loved using toys on you, and making you his toy. Ever since he’d walked in on you looking at naughty things on your laptop in one of the library’s small study rooms. He’d stopped his apology mid-sentence with a knowing smirk, leaning over your shoulder to closer examine the content displayed on the screen, his cologne teasing you. His hand had pushed yours away when you tried to desperately close the laptop. “There’s no shame, we all have desires.” Your face had flushed with heat, and you had tried to shyly deny everything out of embarrassment at being caught. “Don’t lie to your Papa,” he’d purred. Your silence had been answer enough, his smirk growing. “Would you join me later, caro? I don’t have those exact things, but they can easily be acquired,” he’d promised. Heat had flooded you, and you found yourself nodding. “Bene. Until then,” his lips had brushed your ear as he spoke, sending a shiver through you. Later that night you had stood in front of his suite, hesitating to knock on the door when it suddenly opened to reveal Papa standing in a silk robe, that devilish smirk on his face. “The ghouls sensed you, caro. Come in.” And that had been the start of your relationship and exploring your most secret desires.

The stress of planning the tour was coming to a head and Papa was in need of relaxation. What could be better for his relaxation than a weekend in a private chalet surrounded by forests with his personal toy? And that was how you found yourself kneeling on a folded blanket on the floor, secured to side of the daybed in the chalet’s office, gagged with a wand toy buzzing steadily between your legs. You shifted your hips as much as possible, trying to grind on the wand tied to your thigh for release after Papa had left it just strong enough to stimulate you but not enough to orgasm. “You must be quiet, caro, I have a bit more business to finish before our weekend begins,” he’d told you as he’d strapped the gag in your mouth, turned on the wand, and walked away. Papa had recounted your safewords and actions while he secured you, placing the very jingly cat toy in your hand to drop should you need to. You could hear him at the desk, talking on the phone, seemingly oblivious to the wet whimpering noises coming from you across the room. The sensations between your legs seemed stronger than before, and you shifted to try and increase the pressure just a little, hoping it would be enough. The tiny amount of pressure you gained drew a noise of pleasure from you, your hips rocking. Just when you thought you had found a good rhythm, the wand slipped just enough to ruin everything. A frustrated moan left you, and you heard Papa’s chair creak as he stood. You tried to look towards him, but couldn’t quite turn enough. “Yes, that sounds good… Thank you. Addio.” The call ended with a beep. His footsteps moved towards you until he stood before you. “You’re not being very quiet, amore mio. Think who may have heard you on the phone, hm?” His hand stroked your hair, then tipped your chin up to look at him, his thumb slipping through the ring gag to hold you in that position. “Or maybe that excites you? Hm? Did it turn you on thinking about how others might hear you being pleasured at my whims?”

His free hand reached down, turning the wand up a setting and ensuring it was pressed against you. You moaned, hips jerking and eyes closing at the combination of his words and the wand’s vibrations. Papa pulled his hand away from your face, wiping the saliva from his hand on your chest. His hand moved down to toy with your nipples, rolling them and pinching lightly. These combined with the wand’s higher setting and close contact to your core were pushing you closer to your first orgasm since he’d tied you to the daybed. Sighs of pleasure and a few small whimpers left you, your eyes still closed as you gave into the sensations. You barely registered a metallic jangle as Papa’s fingers tugged one nipple more firmly, the sensation heightening your pleasure. Pleasure-pain engulfed that same nipple, the clamp squeezing it tightly, sending a jolt right to your cunt. Your eyes opened to stare at Papa’s smirking face as you whimpered and groaned. “Good toys do as they’ve been told, caro,” he whispered, fingers tapping the clamp a couple times gently, sending another jolt through you. “If you can’t stay quiet, well…” His hand had moved to your other nipple, toying with it as you shook your head no. Soon that nipple also sported one of the silver metal clamps, another pained moan leaving you. The pressure from both clamps and the jolt that went through you as he tapped the second clamp was enough to tip you over the edge, crying out as you orgasmed. Papa chuckled, still flicking the clamps lightly as you came. “Now imagine if that had happened when I was on the phone, amore. What would they have thought?” Your chest heaved as you panted, shaking the clamps and making you whine. Papa’s hand slid down to your wetness, rubbing lightly before he brought his hand to his mouth to taste you. “Molto bene. Now then, I have one more phone call to make. Try to behave this time, eh?” He walked back to the desk, leaving the wand on the higher setting, knowing it was enough to make you cum again, especially with the clamps.

You tried so hard to be quiet, the wand torturing your clit while your trembling body and heavy breathing jiggled the nipple clamps. The next orgasm was already building, and you focused on not cumming, able to hear Papa talking to someone about important tour things. You tried to focus on deep breaths with the ring gag in place, head hanging forward. A line of drool hit your breasts, its warm cooling in the air and causing goosebumps to spread on your skin. There was a moan building in you as the vibrations finally brought another orgasm to the surface, and you worked hard to keep it as quiet as possible. “Hm? No, no, there’s no one trying to get my attention,” Papa assured the person on the phone. Whimpers of pleasure were the quietest you could manage as the orgasm subsided. The clamps had become a steady, duller ache occasionally made sharper by a gasping breath. You prayed to Satan and Lilith that Papa would be done on the phone soon; you weren’t sure how much longer you could stay quiet. You were so sensitive now, making the wand’s vibrations feel more intense. Shifting your hips now was an effort to relieve some of the contact, unlike your earlier mission on the lower setting. “Let me know what the fire marshal says. After this call I’ll be mostly unreachable until the end of the weekend, but that’s likely not an issue – I’m sure their office is closed for this kind of thing. Speak soon, goodbye.” As soon as you heard the phone beep to end the call, you let out a frustrated wail, trying to beg around the gag. “Oh my poor, pet… Are you sensitive? That’s only two orgasms so far.” Papa’s hand stroked your hair again, tipping your face up to his once more. “One more and then I’ll give your clit a break, sì?” You whined, but Papa’s only response was to turn up the wand.

Your body jerked against the bonds holding you to the bedframe, an unholy noise leaving you at the increased vibrations. The movement caused the clamps to shake on your nipples, adding to the overstimulation. A series of groans and cries rang through the room, you no longer cared if you were loud. Papa’s smirk only added fuel to the growing orgasm. He rubbed the saliva on your chest with his fingers, caressing your body lightly and avoiding the clamps. His hand eventually reached the wand, and he shifted the angle slightly, sending you into your third orgasm. Shaking and crying out, you pleaded with him for who knows what, almost screaming when his other hand removed the nipple clamps and prolonged your orgasm. He let your hips grind on the wand for a few moments before turning it off, stepping close to you as you shook. You pressed your cheek against his thigh, feeling the bulge of his cock. The two of you stayed that way until you’d calmed and were breathing more normally, his hands caressing you as he murmured reassurances to you. “So good, my beautiful toy, so, so good,” he crooned. You could feel your eyes watering a little, and wondered if your mascara was running yet – not that Papa would mind. He knelt to be at eye level with you, his mismatched gaze meeting yours, hands cupping your face. “Good, pet.” He kissed your forehead, then started to undo the rope holding the wand to your thigh. You gasped as his hand replaced the wand, gently stroking your soaked cunt. “You didn’t think we were done, did you, caro? I only said I’d give your clit a break.” You whimpered softly, trying to pout around the gag and failing. He smirked at you. “I have a new toy for you,” he said in a devilish tone.

Finished with untying you, he removed the gag before helping you up to lay on the daybed. Papa gently urged your thighs apart before leaning down to swipe his tongue across your thighs and sex, tasting you again. You shudder at the contact, sighing. He kissed your thighs once more before standing. “Keep your hands on the bedframe, I’ll be right back.” You nod, taking the respite to stretch your legs and flex a little after being restrained. The evening sun came through the window behind you, warming your skin. Papa soon returns, holding something behind his back, looking smug. “Do you know what I chose for us?” he asked coyly. “No, Papa.” There were too many options to choose from. He chuckled, one hand tossing a bottle of lube on the bed. “Lube?” you asked quietly; that wasn’t new. “No, caro… This.” Papa held up a small toy with a pump attached to it. Your brow furrowed as you looked at it, trying to recognize it. Papa’s hand took hold of the pump, squeezing a few times and causing the toy to grow in size. Your eyes widened in both surprise and excitement. “Where does that go?” you asked, feigning innocence. “Wherever I wish it to, amore.” He deflated the toy, then reached for the bottle of lube. “And where do you wish today, Papa?” “I think this little cunt of yours, so I know you’re ready for me when I fuck you senseless.” Your thighs rubbed together unconsciously, excitement tingling in you. Papa sat beside you, squeezing an amount of lube onto his fingers before stroking you, teasing your entrance. “How’s your clit?” he asked quietly. “Still tender.” He nods, leaving his fingers teasing your hole and spreading the lube around. A contented sigh falls from your lips; you loved him touching you, despite how often it was teasing – especially then, really. Papa teased you for a little longer before sliding two fingers inside you, curling them expertly against the perfect spot to make you moan.

He continued to finger fuck you, adding a third finger after a few moments. “I hope you’re ready, my precious plaything,” he murmured, picking up the toy and adding some lube to it. You were practically sopping between your own slick and the lube, the toy slid in easily. Papa worked it in and out of you a number of times, watching you sigh in pleasure. He palmed himself through his clothing for a moment before his hand reached for the squeeze bulb. The air hissed out of it as he squeezed a few times, and you felt the toy growing inside of you, filling you pleasantly. Papa stopped inflating it and wiggled the base of the toy a little, a smiling curving his lips as you moaned quietly. “You know this isn’t all I’m going to do with this, sì? This is nowhere near large enough yet.” He leaned forward and took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking firmly on the tender flesh. Your eyes drifted closed, only to pop open again as the toy inside you suddenly grew again, hitting that prime spot inside you. You let out a breathy moan of surprised pleasure, arching up to him. You clenched lightly on the toy, sending more ripples of pleasure through your body. The toy hit just right that with a good series of clenches you’d probably explode with orgasm. “You like that, eh?” Papa smirked, watching you. “Oh fuck yes!” You hissed quietly, distracted by the feelings in your cunt. “I’m going to take you to your limits, piccola troia,” he growled softly, the tone making you hornier.

The toy grew again with a few more pumps of the bulb, you were starting to feel a little overstuffed, but the discomfort eased in a matter of moments. You couldn’t stop a small groan as your hips instinctively rolled to escape the pressure, causing the toy to push on that sweet spot again. “Papa!” You gasped quietly, hands clenching on the frame of the daybed. “I think you can take more for me, no?” he asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, you would try. He inflated the toy more and you groaned, legs pulling up, thighs pressing together. A few seconds passed and you whimpered at the feeling of being stretched. “You’re so good, pet, so good for your Papa…” He stroked your cheek a few times with his gloved hand, smiling at you. His other hand brushed across your clit and your hips bucked, causing the toy to hit your g-spot and you to cry out a little in pleasure. Before Papa you’d never dreamed of actually trying these things, and now you found yourself living out scenarios beyond your original fantasies. “I think your clit has had enough of a break.” Papa gently rubbed circles on it, his other hand reaching behind you. You moaned, hips gyrating towards his touch. “Feels so good, Papa…” “It’s not too much?” he asked, making eye contact, and checking in. You shook your head, “Green.” “Good.”

He smirked and you felt his hand leave your clit, quickly replaced by the wand toy on low. “Ah, fuck!” You hissed, pleasure washing over you. “Such a mouth, puttanella. I’ll have to use it later.” Your hips ground into the wand, your pussy clenching on the toy, your clit and g-spot working in tandem to drive you crazy. Unstoppable moaning came from your lips as you felt another orgasm swiftly building. “Papa, I’m gonna cum! Papa, please!” “Vieni per me.” You could swear he pushed the wand firmer against you, but it didn’t matter as your orgasm hit and you spasmed on the toy inside you. Your body shook and you yelled something as you came, feeling yourself gush. Papa laughed as he made a mess of you and the covers beneath you, helping you ride out the orgasm. You flopped back onto the covers, hands still on the frame, breathing heavily as he turned off the wand toy before petting your thigh comfortingly. “Do you like your new toy?” “Yes, Papa.” “Good. I do too. We might play with it some more this weekend.” You nodded in response, shifting a little as your body calmed down and the toy’s size became a little uncomfortable. Papa was able to read your face and reached for the bulb. “Let’s take this out now, caro. Ready?” He waited for your nod before slowly deflating the toy. The deflating caused a pleasurable jolt of its own and you gasped, hips jerking. “I hope you’re not too tired, because it’s my turn now. On your knees.”

Papa positioned you how he wanted you, kneeling and arms braced on the back of the bedframe, facing out the window into the woods. “I’m going to stuff you fuller than that toy, puttanella,” he growled in your ear. He rubbed his cock in your wetness, hitting your clit a few times, before thrusting into you to the hilt. You cried out, his cock dragging and hitting everything perfectly in your already sensitive state. He thrust slowly a few times before his hand fisted in your hair, arching your back as he pulled you back towards him. “Do you think you have another orgasm and squirt in you? I want you to flood my cock,” he snarled, snapping his hips into you. You moaned, trying to nod against his hand in your hair. “I think so, Papa.” “Let’s do better than ‘think so’, eh?” He railed you like that, hand drifting to rub your clit and hold your hips back against his. One of your hands braced on the bedframe, the other absently going to the window to help steady you, leaving a streaky print. You fucked back against him as best you could, losing yourself in the sensations of him. Papa ground out your name instead of a pet name, and you knew he was lost in it as well, desperate for the release he wanted for both of you. His hand left your thigh, and you heard the wand toy before you felt it pressed against you again. The fist in your hair pulled you further back, closer to his face as he leaned into you, lips on your ear. “I want you to drench my cock when you cum,” he growled, hips thrusting harder as he spoke. His words caused you to squeeze on him, making him gasp in pleasure and buck into you, hitting the sweet spot. A few more thrusts like that combined with the vibrations of the wand and you were thrown over the edge, body shaking, and your wetness soaking him. Papa’s pace picked up as you clenched around him, and after a handful of thrusts his cock jerked inside you, flooding you with his seed. A few slower thrusts as he dropped the wand toy, both arms wrapping around you and holding you to him. He peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses as he came down from his climax, still sure to hold you as you did the same. Soon enough he pulled back, just enough to help you lie down, cuddling you against him on the daybed. “I think we’ll need to reimburse the owners for this bedding,” Papa chuckled, a smirk on his lips as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Mm, probably,” you murmured lazily, still blissed out as your cheek rested on his chest. Your eyes fell on the handprint on the window, and you smiled slightly, “I’ll have to clean that window too.” “Might as well wait until the weekend’s over, amore, it may not be the only one.”

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Italian translations: Caro - dear amore - love amore mio - my love Puttanella - slut/little whore (affectionately) Vieni per me - Cum for me piccola troia - little slut

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deepspacedukat · 7 months

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Misfit Toys - Part 2

I know it’s taken me a while to get part 2 out, but I haven’t forgotten this story, I promise! Have some more Tokath! 💖 There’s only one part left after this!

Part 1 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Tokath (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: Another chapter, now with more fluff! And angst! And emotions!]

Warnings: Discussions of previous injuries but nothing graphic, a dash of survivor’s guilt, mutual pining, angst, emotions, interspecies romance, Human/Romulan romance, they both think it’s unrequited love but it’s very requited.

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After three weeks of using the crutch that Tokath had made me, I’d almost completely healed. I’d relied on it heavily in the beginning, along with help from the man himself, but as time wore on, I regained most of my strength.

The way the rest of the residents of the settlement had treated me when I first hobbled out into the courtyard was nothing short of warm and inviting. Most stopped what they were doing to watch as Tokath escorted me out into the afternoon sun. To be entirely honest, I’d expected them to look at me as some sort of an oddity, but to my surprise there were wide smiles on most of their faces. Several Romulan officers even gave me polite nods.

Some of the younger people who were grouped together near a small garden rushed over and introduced themselves, offering to give me the grand tour when I was well enough. Tokath had smiled widely as he watched me interacting with them. Was I mistaken or was there a hint of pride in his expression?

The days in which I felt stronger were never filled with quite the same things. Sometimes, the children would lure me out to the garden under the pretense of seeing new growth amongst the plants, intending truly to beg stories from me. What could I do but indulge their curiosity? They didn’t ask too many questions about the crash, but they were all very curious about my homeworld.

“Are there monsters on Earth?”

“Is it true that all you eat are nuts and berries?”

“Do Human children play with toys?”

They were all so curious. I couldn’t blame them, really. The Klingons knew a little about our culture, but the Romulans...all their knowledge of our culture came from their government’s propaganda. Needless to say, I had to do a bit of damage control, especially when it came to myths about several of our beliefs.

More often than not on those days, I’d find Tokath listening in from a nearby doorway. I found myself sitting up a little straighter every time I spotted him languidly reclining against one of the stone walls or a wooden door frame. He always had an encouraging smile for me.

On the days where I wasn’t feeling quite as energetic, he always welcomed me into his study for a relaxing conversation. Literature, art, the mysteries of the universe, differences in our cultures - nothing was off the table when we got talking. Most of the time when we engaged in these long, private discussion days, we’d only emerge from his study for meals, and often we talked so late into the night that we’d fall asleep together on the plush sofa adjacent to his desk.

The first time I’d awakened to find myself curled up in his arms, it had taken me an extended, sleepy moment to process where I was and who I was using as a pillow. The scent of his cologne and the large, gentle hands resting on my hip and slowly rubbing my back had told me everything I needed to know, and I almost drowned in the apologies that came pouring from my lips. Tokath had just hushed me softly and held me closer. I’d been so surprised that he wasn’t angry that all I could manage to do was submit to his encouragement and hide my face against his chest.

In truth, I discovered that I slept best during those nights where we curled up together on the sofa and talked ourselves to sleep. The amount of comfort that Tokath gave me was astounding, yet he didn’t even know how much he was helping just by being there. Once or twice, he’d addressed my unspoken fears and uncertainties without even knowing it - the guilt of being the only survivor of the crash and my fear of becoming a burden were the most prominent among those feelings.

Tokath had been so patient with his encouragement, even going so far as to promise that I’d be back to my old self and ready to travel home sooner than I could imagine.

And yet...over the time I’d spent on this odd planet, I couldn’t fathom being anywhere else. I knew he was trying to help just as he had been ever since the crash, but just the thought of being on another planet without the rambunctious Klingons and sly Romulans - one without Tokath - made me wish my recovery was progressing more slowly so that I wouldn’t have to leave.

I had no doubt that if I asked, Tokath would politely tell me that this place was not for me. After all, he’d spent so much time assisting me that he’d likely be glad to see the back of me. There were times that I’d managed to convince myself that he would be secretly glad to have me stay, but every time I plucked up the courage to ask him if I could stay, my doubt would come surging back stronger than ever.

Just because he enjoyed conversations with me, that didn’t mean he’d want me plaguing his existence long-term. After all, he was Romulan. Speaking to a Human for long stretches was likely just an opportunity for cultural study which he’d never before been afforded.

But...surely if that was the case, he would’ve objected to my falling asleep in his study with him so many times...?

This war of opposing thoughts had been waged repeatedly in my thoughts since Tokath and I started getting to know one another. Hope and doubt took stabs at each other in turns, making me one very confused Human. What was I to do about my feelings for this place? How was I supposed to reconcile my feelings for Tokath with my desire to be less of a burden than I had already been for him and his people?

One sunny afternoon after helping Ta’lana mix up a fresh batch of one of her miracle ointments, I wandered slowly through the compound, enjoying the sights and sounds of the society I’d come to treasure so much. The golden rays of the impending sunset streamed across the courtyard, illuminating the smiling faces of the people chatting and taking advantage of the beautiful weather.

The scent of the bright, multi-colored flowers that Centurion M’Ven had been tending so carefully rolled through the compound carried upon a slow, luxuriant breeze, bathing the area in a fragrant, heady cloud of floral delight.

I was so caught up in the simple sensation of being in a place as unique as this that I heard him before I saw him. A warm, familiar laugh drew my gaze, stopping me in my tracks when I caught sight of the man who always made my heart flutter.

The sunlight cascaded across his brown hair, giving even the grayest of his strands a radiant champagne-colored glow. As I stood watching Tokath speak to his men, a gruff voice muttered my name. Glancing beside me, I saw the wizened face of L’Kor with a smile stretching his lips.

“It has been good to see you up and about. We were not certain whether you would survive when M’Ven brought you back,” the Klingon said moving to stand at my side. We stood in silent company for a few moments, taking in the sight and sounds of the day. “I owe you a debt of gratitude.”

“What? But I’ve not earned such a thing,” I stammered in confusion, but the Klingon gave me a toothy grin.

“Oh, but you have. He has been despondent since the day his wife passed three years ago,” L’Kor said nodding in the direction of the Romulans. “He stopped smiling...drew into himself...until you came along.”

Following his gaze, I was just in time to catch Tokath’s eye and receive a dazzlingly warm smile from him. I couldn’t imagine a man like him going a single day without allowing his joy to show on his face. It seemed so wrong to think of him as a solemn, withdrawn man. He was reserved, of course, but despondent? Tokath? Never!

“You have restored my friend to his former self, and for that I thank you most heartily,” L’Kor murmured as he placed his hand on my shoulder. He withdrew as the Romulan Commander began walking in my direction, leaving me to blink confusedly up at Tokath as he approached.

“You look much stronger today, lhhei. I...Are you alright?” The concern in his voice snapped me out of my musings.

“Oh, yes! Yes, I’m perfectly fine. L’Kor just gave me something to think about, that’s all.” Seemingly reassured by my answer, Tokath stood straighter and offered me his arm.

“Do you feel up to taking a walk with me?”

I laid my hand on his sleeve without hesitation, allowing him to guide me away toward solitude. We made our way down the path toward the outer gardens, a comfortable silence enveloping us as we wandered toward a little pond with a bench beside it.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve arranged a feast for you tonight. It would be unconscionable for me to allow you to depart without acknowledging how far you’ve come,” Tokath murmured, and I felt my heart clench in my chest.

“Before I depart?” I echoed his words pointlessly as he turned to face me.

“Yes, you see...I have good news for you. Ta’lana has informed me that you’re well enough for travel, and I’ve managed to acquire passage for you on a supply transport,” he said said lifting my hands to his lips. “You will be able to go home tomorrow.”

Home? But...Earth wasn’t home. Carraya Four had become my home. Tokath was my home.

But he’d worked so hard to secure me passage. No doubt he’d probably needed to bribe the pilot to keep the secret of their existence, as well as compensating them for agreeing to take me in the first place. How could I tell the sweet, hopeful Romulan in front of me that all I wanted was to stay here in this secret place with him?

How could I admit that more than anything I wanted to stay with him?

So I forced a smile, wrapped my arms around him, and murmured my gratitude against his shoulder to hide how downcast I’d become. The knife of despair twisted in my gut, and I wondered vaguely if this was how it felt to be thrown unceremoniously from paradise.

The banquet was a roaring success, in Tokath’s opinion. Everyone in the compound had attended to congratulate their Human patient on her swift recovery and to wish her a happy future.

If he was entirely honest, there was a rather selfish reason that Tokath was grateful for the amount of the Carraya Four residents had shown up. He no longer able to ignore his lady’s imminent departure, and deep within him something was cracking - the same something that he’d only just begun to heal after his wife’s death. He found it increasingly difficult to smile as the evening wore on.

At one point, L’Kor tapped his shoulder and leaned in to ask quietly if he was feeling unwell. What could he do but lie?

“No, old friend. I’m...perfectly alright,” he muttered, forcing a smile before focusing on his plate once more. He’d just begun to lose himself in the buzz of conversations all around him when a small hand rested on his forearm and made his heart pound faster in his side. The very woman who’d been on his mind was looking at him with concern.

“You look troubled,” she whispered, and before he could think better of his actions, he laid his larger hand over hers, dwarfing her pretty fingers with his own.

“Think nothing of it, e’lev,” he breathed, but for the rest of the evening, her hand remained on his arm, as if she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go. He doubted that she needed comfort, but Tokath was selfish. In an effort to reassure himself and her, he told her one of his stories, aiming to pull some laughter from her throat both to assuage his own aching heart and to help boost the enjoyment of her evening.

Eventually, the meal ended, and after receiving many emotional handshakes, tearful hugs, and sincere well-wishes, Tokath couldn’t help but notice that his lovely charge looked as though her smile was dipped in just as much sadness as his.

No, surely he was wrong. He must be projecting his own emotional turmoil onto her. No doubt this charming woman would be excited beyond all comprehension to get away from this strange place and return home.

But how could his poor, battered, old heart handle such a significant loss? She was a ray of burning, bright light after years of darkness. The impact she’d had on his heart made him feel like a new man. Would that effect remain after she’d gone? Or would he turn back into that brooding old man he’d been in the months following the loss of his wife?

More importantly: how could he possibly tell this lovely little Human how he felt without making her feel obligated to stay when she undoubtedly would wish to return home?

When the hall began to empty out, two gentle, familiar hands grabbed one of his hands and tugged him outside into the night. Like an insect drawn toward the light, Tokath couldn’t help but smile as he followed the woman he’d grown to love coaxed him into the courtyard beneath the glowing light of the heavens. Moonlight caressed her cheeks and shone in her eyes when she turned to look at him.

The Commander’s voice deserted him in the face of such beauty. She seemed equally lost for words, settling finally on wrapping her arms around him and sighing contentedly when he hugged her back.

“We will be much diminished by your absence,” he finally murmured against the top of her head, “and I cannot help but feel...envious of Earth’s good fortune.”

Her grip on his torso tightened somewhat. A distinct dampness made itself known where her head was resting on his chest, and Tokath ran his fingers gently through her hair. He was tearing up himself, so how could he judge her?

“I wish...” The words nearly crept from his lips, but he stopped them mid-sentence. She looked up at him curiously, but he just shook his head. “Forgive me. Just an old man’s fanciful whims.”

“Oh hush, you. You’re not an old man,” she sniffled as she cupped his cheeks so carefully in her palms. “You’re amazing.”

He needed all of his restraint not to drag her into his arms and ravish her right there where anyone could come across them. She thought he was amazing?

“As are you, lhhei.” Not trusting his voice’s steadiness, he spoke in barely a whisper. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so many stories and hopes he had yet to share with her, but it was too late now. He settled instead for holding her close one last time and savoring the feeling of being so close to the woman he loved.

After he’d bid her a final, tearful goodnight, Tokath made his way back to his quarters and dressed for bed, but he couldn’t seem to rest.

He’d been pacing the length of his study for he didn’t know how long, stuck in an anxious fog, when his door chime sounded. Pausing in front of the window and staring out at the stars, he called for whoever it was to come in.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you so late.” The Commander turned at the sound of the soft, gentle, Human voice that he’d grown so fond of. “It’s just, I...I couldn’t sleep.”

“Dear lady, you could never bother me,” he murmured taking a few steps closer to her. He was acutely aware of his state of dress. He hadn’t anticipated seeing any guests, so he was only in a loose pair of black cotton sleep pants and an unsecured emerald robe. “What’s troubling you? If it’s anticipation of your departure in the morning, I’ve been kept awake by such feelings, before. I know how difficult it can be when something long-desired is finally just around the corner.”

“No, it’s...” she trailed off and bit her lower lip. “I need to talk to you.”

“Of course. Please, sit and speak to your heart’s content,” he said guiding her to his sofa and sitting beside her. Noticing her fidgeting hands, he covered them with his own. It was then that he noticed she was also in her pajamas, seemingly in the same predicament in which he’d found himself. “Sweet girl, what is weighing so heavily on your mind?”

She looked up at him, and to his horror he saw that she was genuinely afraid.

“Tokath, you and your people have done so much for me,” she murmured gripping his hands lightly. “I want you to know how grateful I am to you for saving my life and taking me in.”

“Oh, e’lev, believe me, I know. You’ve thanked me countless times,” Tokath assured her, but her brow furrowed and she rose to her feet, pacing silently over to the window where he’d been only moments before.

“But you’ve given me so much more than you could ever know. Your kindness and patience during my recovery, your constant companionship and willingness to help me...”

A deep, heavy breath escaped her, and the Commander stood slowly. What was she getting at?

“I...I’ve never really felt like I belonged anywhere. No place has ever really felt like home. At least, not until I crashed here on Carraya Four,” she admitted quietly, making the Romulan’s breath catch in his chest.

“But, there are no other Humans here–”

“I know, but I’ve never felt this at home anywhere else,” she said turning to face him with a frantic sort of desperation in her eyes. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask any more of you after all that you’ve done for me, and I know that the transport will be here in the morning, and that securing passage on it probably cost you more than I could ever be worth, but please...”

She dropped to her knees in front of him as tears poured down her lovely cheeks.

“I don’t want to leave. I love living here. Even though I’m different, nobody treats me as though I am. I know I wasn’t able to contribute very much when I was recovering, but I’ll do anything I can to earn a place here.” As she rambled and tried to justify her request, Tokath knelt in front of her. “Please, please, I know it must be strange to have a Human here, and I don’t want to inconvenience you, but I don’t want to leave my new friends. I don’t want to leave you, Tokath. You are probably eager to see me go, but, please, don’t make me–”

“I won’t. I would never make you leave, lovely girl,” the Commander said silencing her fears as he cupped her cheeks and looked into her tear-filled eyes. “I have no wish to send you away. In the time that I have had the honor of knowing you, you have become dear to me. I didn’t want to lose you, but the thought of trapping you here in a life that you had no desire to lead by asking you to stay was so abhorrent to me that I chose silence instead. I am so sorry, lhhei. I never meant to appear as though I was awaiting your departure so that things could go back to the way they were before. Whether you go or stay is entirely up to you.”

“I want to stay,” she practically sobbed, and Tokath gave her a warm smile as tears of his own began trickling from his eyes. He drew her into his arms in a tight hug, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.

“Then stay,” he murmured against the top of her head. She clung to him, burying her face against his shoulder as she sniffled and tried to catch her breath. Rubbing soothing circles onto her back, Tokath felt relief crashing through him. He wasn’t going to lose her! He wasn’t going to have to figure out how to live without her! Even if she never loved him like he loved her, he would still be able to see her beautiful, smiling face every day! “Stay as long as you like. Stay the rest of your life, if you desire.”

After a few moments, the Commander gathered her in his arms and carried her to the sofa. Reclining with her in his lap, he cuddled her closer than he had ever done before, tangling their limbs together and holding her as close to him as physically possible. She nuzzled into the segment of his bare chest where his robe had fallen away and grasped at the edge of the emerald fabric.

“Would you like to stay here with me tonight?” When he felt her nod her head and snuggle into him more completely, he relaxed. Tokath was selfish that night. He stayed awake listening to the sound of her steady breathing for much longer than he needed to, simply for the pleasure of reinforcing the knowledge that she was staying. In the morning he’d pay off the transport pilot, but right then, his place was with her.

~*~*~

Romulan Words:

lhhei = my lady

e’lev = darling

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Autumn Falls: Monday (Pt.2)

Summary: Y/N’s had a run of bad luck that’s left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?

Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 37041

Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Sam’s hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms, comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues

MASTERPOST

She didn’t ask any more questions over lunch, deciding to wait and see what she could pick up for herself during her tour with Negan. He, on the other hand, was full of questions, apparently intent on getting to know her well, and at first, it was a little overwhelming. But as lunch went on, and they moved to the actual tour, she started to relax and found it a lot easier to share.

So far, he’d shown her around the stables, the outside courts, the pool, and the interior facilities - gym, sauna, sensory rooms, kitchens, and more besides. She wasn’t sure she’d remember where everything was but from what he was saying, she wouldn’t need to do much more than press “1” on the landline in her room and Negan would be there.

The first thing she’d assessed on their tour was the lack of staff, and what occasional other human being she did see was always a hot guy. Until they reached the salon, located in a separate building at the back.

“What are we doing here?” she asked, looking around in confusion.

Negan smirked just as a woman exited a door across from the entrance, freezing when she saw Y/N and her liaison. “You’re early!” she exclaimed with a smile, hurrying over to them. “Y/N, right? I’m Natalie, your stylist for today.”

Y/N forced a smile through her bewilderment as Natalie took her hand and shook it. “Hi,” she replied, glancing at Negan for an explanation.

“This is where we part ways for a few hours,” he said gently, bowing his head. “Nat here is gonna take great care of you, and I’ll meet you in the restaurant at eight.” He took hold of her other hand, bending to kiss her knuckles again like he had at their first meeting. “And I promise, all your questions will be answered.”

She nodded, the earlier tension returning now she was confronted with another stranger. Natalie didn’t seem the slightest bit phased by her apprehension, shooing Negan off before leading Y/N to a chair in front of a large mirror.

“So, hair first, or would you like to see the dresses before you decide on a style?”

“Dresses?” Y/N squeaked.

Natalie grinned. “Girl, you are in for a treat. Definitely dresses first. I need a color palette to work with.”

The confidence she’d been building around Negan withered away as the older woman ushered her into the seat. She sat nervously, watching as Natalie stepped back and clasped her hands together.

“Oh sweetie,” she cooed, “don’t look so worried.”

Y/N forced a smile, avoiding eye contact. “This is all…”

“Overwhelming?” Natalie provided, and she nodded, clamping her mouth shut. The other woman gave her a gentle look, lowering her hands. “I understand completely. But try to relax. We’re here to make sure you have a good time.”

That’s what I’m not clear on, Y/N thought, though she remained silent, lifting her gaze when Natalie turned away and disappeared through a door, returning a few seconds later pulling a rack of dresses on wheels. All of them were expensive looking, in a range of colors, and Y/N swallowed down her nerves.

“Now, we had a little information from your referee on what styles you like,” Natalie explained. “But of course, sometimes our personal style is limited by certain factors, so there might not be anything here you like. Don’t feel like you have to say yes to the first thing, or even the fifth thing. There’s more where these came from.”

As it turned out, Natalie was just as personable and likable as every other person she’d met since she got off the plane, and it wasn’t long before she genuinely began to relax and enjoy herself. She hadn’t had an opportunity to try anything new for so long, mostly due to life and or fear of moving outside of her comfort zones, and it had been even longer since she’d had the occasion to wear something so nice.

The time flew by with the stylist. She tried new hairstyles, taking the time for a trim that she’d been putting off for months, and by the time Natalie was done with her, she barely recognized herself in the mirror. Her hair was loosely curled around her shoulders, brushing the straps of the deep red dress clinging to her curves, and the makeup on her face was natural shades, minimal but flattering. She stared for a few moments when the stylist was done fixing the necklace she’d chosen around her neck, letting her hair fall back into place where she’d held it out of the way.

Natalie stepped back, clasping her hands together again. “Oh my,” she breathed. “You look stunning.”

Y/N felt heat in her face; she’d always been crap at taking compliments. “You did all the work,” she murmured, “I just sat here.”

The stylist chuckled. “Honey, I had the best subject,” she replied, coaxing her onto her feet. “Let’s see if I’ve got any shoes that will work. No heels, right?”

“Can’t walk in ‘em,” Y/N laughed, standing straight and returning her gaze to the mirror. She didn’t think she’d ever felt this glamorous in her entire life. “Wonder how Everitt would feel if he saw me now,” she whispered, eyes widening as she remembered her company. “Ex-fiance,” she explained quickly, and Natalie’s features softened with empathy.

“I can tell you right now, he’s a fool,” she hummed, bending to pick up Y/N’s sneakers. “I’ll have all of your clothes laundered and returned to your room.”

“Thanks.”

“And don’t worry about the jewelry, if you just leave it in your room, room service will get it returned to me.”

“What about the dress?” Y/N asked.

Natalie grinned. “That’s yours to keep.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “But this is, I mean, it’s way more than I could ever afford -”

“Sweetie,” Natalie interrupted, placing a hand on Y/N’s forearm. “There’s no small print here. There’s a reason this place only has guests by invite. The owner wants you to enjoy yourself and not worry about anything. You won’t pay a dime.”

She knew that, she’d read it in the contract she’d diligently read and digested. But life had always shown her a consequence to anything that brought joy, and it was a hard mindset to shake. Relaxing her shoulders, she nodded, and Natalie smiled, turning away to grab a shoebox from a selection on the bottom of the dress rack.

“Now,” she continued, holding the box out to Y/N, “these should go perfectly with your dress.”

The restaurant looked different now it was darker outside; the doors onto the poolside terrace were open, and the tables were scattered further apart. Y/N wasn’t surprised to see it empty of any other guests, and she spotted Tom behind the bar, dutifully polishing some glasses. Negan was already there, almost sprawled in one of the comfortable dining chairs at the table closest to the pool, still dressed in black but this time he was wearing a button down instead of a t-shirt. He rose when he saw her, a languid smile instantly putting her at ease when she drew closer.

“You look stunning,” he crooned, reaching to take her hand, then bending to delicately kiss her knuckles. She smiles shyly and lets him guide her to her seat. “How was your afternoon of pampering?”

“It was fun,” she replied as she sat, folding her hands in her lap. “Natalie’s nice.”

Negan chuckled, sitting back in the seat he’d been occupying when she walked in. “She’s a gem,” he agreed. “Would you like to see the menu? Once we’ve ordered, we can get on to all those questions you got bubblin’ outta ya.”

The menu was filled with foods she liked, and ones she’d never had the chance to try, which gave her more questions to ask. It also made choosing something to eat slightly more difficult. “This all looks so good,” she murmured, scanning the contents of the leather booklet for the third time.

“It’s the set dinner menu for the week,” Negan provided, “so you don’t gotta worry about missing out on something you wanna try.”

“How do you know I like all these things?” she wondered aloud, flicking her gaze to him as she spoke. “You gotta admit, it’s kinda creepy.”

He laughed again. “Instagram. Twitter. The only information we have is what you put publicly online or what your referee told us.”

Her cheeks filled with heat; she’d forgotten about social media and how much she used it. She forgot how public things could be, how much of a digital footprint she actually left behind. The embarrassment of his revelation made her hide her face behind the menu and she scanned the dishes again, focusing on that choice first.

Tom approached the table with a notepad in hand. “Have we made a decision?” he asked politely.

Negan nodded. “I’m gonna take the classic burger, what about you, Y/N?”

“I’ll, uh, try the pasta.”

“Good choice,” Tom nodded. “Wine?”

“A bottle of the house white will do,” Negan drawled, sitting back as Y/N agreed and handed her menu to Tom, who headed off towards what she presumed was the kitchen. She followed him with her eyes for a moment before looking back at Negan nervously. “You don’t have to be so apprehensive,” he chided gently.

“Sorry,” she apologized, out of habit more than anything. “This place just seems so… amazing. Like a fantasy.”

“That’s exactly what it’s supposed to be like, sweetheart.”

“It’s a little too good to be true.”

He smiled again, shaking his head. “You’ve just never experienced pleasure without conditions. Everything in life, you expect to pay for, you wait for a consequence.”

“I suppose,” she hesitated, making eye contact nervously. “You said I could ask questions though.”

“So long as they’re ones I wanna answer,” he shot back, his smile becoming mischievous. “There are certain things I can’t disclose but it’s nothing you need to know.”

Placing her hands on the table, she leaned forward, trying to organize her thoughts into questions that she hoped he would answer. “Do you get paid to be here?”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

She frowned. “You want to be my personal liaison?”

He grinned, raising an eyebrow as Tom returned with the bottle of wine he’d ordered. “I volunteered, yeah,” he chuckled. “It’s a complicated procedure, finding the perfect company to inspire and fulfill each client’s desires. Lots of algorithms, shit that’d bore you. But when I saw your file, I requested the position.”

Tom filled the two glasses on the table before retreating again, and Y/N quickly reached for hers, taking a hearty gulp.

“You’re still on edge,” Negan observed. “Good thing I got plenty of activities lined up for the week.”

“Activities?” she whispered, eyes widening.

“Trust me. You’re gonna have the time of your life.”

Though she still had questions, Negan seemed to be an expert at derailing her, and by the time she thought to ask another, they’d almost finished the bottle of wine and their meals had arrived. The food was exquisite, and she easily cleaned her plate, happily mopping up leftover sauce with a bread roll at the end. The wine was going down just as easily as the food, and she found herself becoming a little more loose-lipped under the influence of the alcohol.

“Whenever you say fantasy,” she said suddenly, as she dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, “why does it sound so dirty?”

His laughter made her squirm, and he chortled for several seconds, still chewing on his last mouthful. When he was done, he looked at her, the expression on his face making her feel like she was the second course.

“Maybe it’s because you wanna hear it that way,” he replied, licking his lips. “Or maybe it’s because I mean what I say. Your fantasies are our goal here, Y/N. We aim to please. How far that goes is up to you - you’re in control.”

“I don’t feel very in control,” she muttered. “But I don’t feel like I’ve been in control of my life for a while so…” She shrugged, trailing off.

“I kinda picked up on that. To be honest, darlin’, I’m surprised a woman as beautiful as you has so little confidence in herself.”

Her head jerked up at the compliment, and she took a second to bathe in it, letting her hands slide from the table to her lap. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Negan smiled softly, leaning in. “I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Her mumbled thanks sounded a little flat to her own ears, but he just kept smiling. She shifted, pressing her hands against her knees as she searched for a topic change that didn’t make her flush from head to toe.

“You said you had activities planned,” she stuttered out. “Aren’t spas supposed to be all massages and saunas?”

“Sometimes,” he shrugged. “Sometimes they’re just fantasy.”

She shivered, certain he was doing it on purpose now. “Is it like the menu? Or the dresses? You’ve picked things you think or know I’ll like?”

His eyes darkened a little with something that she couldn’t name but something that seemed to crawl into her belly and take up residence. Her thighs clenched automatically, and she found herself caught in his gaze.

“Somethin’ like that. The entire program is tailored to you, including your instructors, like me.”

“You’re not doing the activities with me?”

He shook his head but his smile didn’t fade. “I’ll be here for anything you need at any time but during the day, you’ll be with someone else.”

“Men like you?”

“Not exactly,” he laughed.

“What if I’m into women too?” she challenged, the wine rearing its head again, and Negan laughed. “I mean, I’m not… well, I appreciate both sexes… but you know. You can’t know everything about me.”

“Never claimed to,” he replied. “But that’s what this is all about, right? We’re getting to know each other. Almost like a date.”

“Is that what this is supposed to be?” she teased, and he snorted with amusement. “You’re not the type of guy I’d normally ask out.”

One of his eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”

“Not that I ask anyone out,” she continued, her mood souring a little. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d tried to strike up anything with another human being, dating or otherwise. The last few months, she’d sunk herself into her work, and now, being so far away from that and in the strangest circumstances, she was beginning to realize how much of herself she’d lost after Everitt left her. “Everitt always said I was a doormat.”

“You talked about him earlier,” Negan commented. “Sounds like a prize asshole.”

She shrugged. “He was nice, at first. Polite and sweet, maybe it wasn’t fireworks, but I thought it was real.” Sighing, she reached for her empty wine glass, tipping back her head to get at the last few drops. “Guess I was just an idiot.”

Negan smiled sympathetically, moving his chair to be closer to her. “Or he was a fool,” he reassured her, reaching over to put a hand on her knee. “I’ve known you less than a day, and I can already tell you, you deserve more.”

Whether it was the wine or the heady combination of his warm hand on her leg through the thin dress and his cologne, she wasn’t sure, but she was sure she wanted to kiss him. It was likely a mix of everything, including the fact that he was the first guy to treat her so sweetly in forever - either way, she leaned in, feeling her heart skip a beat when he matched her movements.

The kiss was soft, and she practically melted into him. Her whole body thrummed with the connection, and she covered the hand on her knee with her own, tugging it higher up without even thinking. Negan was just as enthusiastic as she was, lifting his free hand to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss as his other hand slipped out of her grip and underneath the fabric of her dress.

Her senses came back to her when his fingertips brushed her cotton-covered sex and she jumped back, touching her mouth as she stared at him. He pulled his hand away an inch or two, letting her absorb what was happening, waiting for her consent to continue.

“Nothing has to happen tonight,” he whispered when she didn’t speak. “Or at all.”

“Not tonight,” she replied, shaking her head, and he pulled his hand away, smiling softly at her. “I need… I need time to wrap my head around this.”

He nodded. “How about dessert?”

With the charged moment over, they returned to conversation, though she actively avoided asking more questions or anything to do with her love life. She was beginning to think that not knowing was preferable, and to be honest, she hadn’t enjoyed herself as much as she had in a long time. The thought of what was to come both thrilled her and made her nervous, but by the time Negan walked her to her room, she was ready for the experience.

“Get some rest,” he urged her at the door. “Bucky will meet you on the terrace in the morning, go over the day’s itinerary.”

“Who’s Bucky?” she asked curiously.

“Trust me, you’re gonna like him,” he chuckled. “If you need anything, just call.”

She nodded, looking up at him with one hand on the door. “Goodnight, Negan.”

He leaned in, kissing her on the corner of her mouth. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

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Vinny roommate Imagine for @atreyuinthemidle2

Warnings: none, super fluffy

I thought this gif was cute so I included it 🥰🥰

Not my favorite thing I’ve written but I won’t lie, I struggled with where I wanted to take this and got off on a tangent about my current work struggles half way into it so y/n is a 2 year old day care teacher like I am 🤣. I also wrote half of this in the truck on our 6 hour drive to the hotel so it may be a little iffy.

Hopefully it isn’t as awful as I feel like it is but if you don’t like it I’ll try working on it so it’s more so what you want, promise!

Word count: 3420.

Wednesday

“Hey y/n, now that you are home from work do you wat to jump on and play with me?” Your roommate Vinny asked you as you walked into the living room while he is currently playing the xbox.

“I have a lot of cutting to get done for my hallway bulletin board at work, but I can sit out here and keep you company while I do it if you’d like?” You respond.

You smile at him while setting your bag down and going to get an extra pair of scissors. You know he is going to wind up helping you cut everything out, he always does. Honestly you are lucky to have him as a roommate, you had a mutual friend recommend you to him when he was looking for a roommate and you decided to go for it. The two of you work out really well as roommates, and have become really close. You don’t really fight and if you are both home you spend quite a bit of time together, this last year has been great. And half the time he is on tour regardless so then you basically live alone, and he gets someone to watch his house while he is away so it is a win-win.

“What is your new theme this time?” Vinny asks you without once looking up from his game.

You sit down and start cutting before responding, “Spyto the Dragon. The quote is Dragon our feet into fall. It’s going to replace my Super Mario board.”

“I doubt your 2 year olds are going to know Spyro,” he responds giving you a playful nudge to the shoulder.

“Probably not but they will recognize that it is a dragon. Plus I am running out of video game ideas but everyone expects that board to be a video game of some kind now because the last 3 have been video games.” You roll you eyes as you get to work cutting things out.

“Just give me a damn pair of scissors so I can help you get done faster and then kick your ass at Rust that much quicker,” he sighs putting the controller down on the arm of the couch next to him.

You smirk and grab the extra pair you already had ready for this to happen. He always winds up helping you with it one way or another when he is home. You figure that is what he gets for accepting a lead daycare teacher for a roommate.

“You look pretty relaxed today, your crazy child must have been gone today? I don’t remember the last time you’ve seemed this happy after work in awhile,” Vinny says as he starts cutting out your letters for you.

“No he was there, he was so bad that he was sent home by 10 this morning. He pushed my toy shelves over ripped things off the walls, bit me hard enough to draw blood and kept beating the shit out of the kids. His grandma was pissed about coming to get him but he needed to go as bad as he was today. The rest of the day was good after he left and I was able to actually interact with the other kids.” You grimace thinking about the bite mark on your hand, not really wanting to remember what was going on.

“Why has he still not been kicked out? I don’t get why they keep allowing this to happen. Anyways, I was just curious because you seem so relaxed.” he glances up at you, trying to see where your mood is before speaking again. “So remember that girl I told you about, Hannah? She asked me on a date for Friday a little bit ago.”

You pause what you are doing for a second, you were not prepared for what he just said in the slightest.

“I didn’t realize that you two were getting that close already, what do you think you are going to do on your date?” you ask, not wanting to seem rude or upset.

“Just out for dinner from the sounds of it. I don’t honestly see this getting serious but I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt to try and see where it goes,” he says to you.

“You could have almost any woman you could want and you are going to go on a date with one that you don’t see yourself staying with? I don’t understand your logic at all,” you question him.

“I could see myself with her just don’t know if it would be long term because I keep getting hot and cold vibes from her.” he rolls his eyes at you.

You decide it is just best to drop the subject, pushing the subject too much is going to upset both you and him and ruin your night. Plus if you push things too far he might figure out your feelings, and the last thing you need is for him to know is that you’ve genuinely developed strong feelings for him and make him feel awkward. Its quiet for a minute while you both try to decide what to say.

Vinny chooses to break the silence, “ What about you, isn’t it time for you to start looking again now that you are settled in here with you job and everything? Have you met someone?”

You immediately panic and find yourself flushing at his words, the blush on you cheeks getting intense as you figure out what to say. How the hell do you answer without making it obvious? Vinny looks up at you and smirks when he sees the blush growing.

“You must have someone you like, your blush gave you away!” He says with a laugh, teasing you. “I’ve told you about Hannah, tell me about him what is he like?”

“You sound like a teenage girl right now. There isn’t anything to tell you, I like him and he sadly isn’t interested in me. But I don’t expect someone like him to want to be with someone like me,” you say with a shrug. “I’m not exactly the most beautiful girly girl that fit his type.”

You try hard not to let your insecurities start to eat you alive as you finish cutting the last gem you had to finish.

“Then you should find someone else, don’t dwell on what isn’t there.” Vinny quickly says throwing you a smile. If only he knew….

You both continue to talk as you finish cutting things out, when you finish he hands you a controller and you join in, playing with him for about an hour before you excuse yourself to take a shower and go to bed.

Friday Night

“Hey, I am heading out just to let you know,” Vinny peeks his head in your bedroom door before quick.

“Have a good night, text me if you need something,” you respond with a smile, glancing up from your laptop.

The second you hear the front door open you close your laptop and make your way to the living room, getting ready to order take out. Truthfully you didn’t have anything to work on like you told Vin, you just didn’t want to help him get ready for a date with someone else. You would if he desperately asked you to do so but you weren’t going to go out of your way to when it hurt you inside to watch him do so. Maybe that was selfish of you to not help him but you need to take care of your own feeling too.

You turn on the tv and set it to a show you’ve been wanting to watch on netflix for awhile and wait for your food to arrive, all you do is sit there and binge watch this show. It was a lot better than you expected.

You hear the front door open a couple hours later and Vinny walks in with who you’re assuming is Hannah, both of them laughing at something someone said.

You try to not think about that and continue watching your show until they join you in the living room.

“Hey y/n, this is Hannah, Hannah this is my roommate.” Vinny says as they both take a seat on the couch across from your recliner that you are in. You pause the tv so as not to be rude before smiling at Hannah.

“Hello Hannah,” you look up and almost wish you didn’t. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too y/n.” She says returning a smile.

You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your stomach at the sight of them holding hands, both of them looking content with eachothers company. You also would be lying if you tried to say you aren’t jealous at how beautiful she is, you can absolutely understand why he would be interested in her.

All of you make small talk before you excuse yourself and go to your room, not really wanting to watch the two of them continue to be cuddly and cute together on the couch. Slowly retreating to your room you sit down on your bed with a sign, putting some music on to drown out the giggles coming from the other room. You lie in bed getting upset at your thoughts, that won’t leave despite how much you wish they could. That night you didn’t sleep because your thoughts of Vinny wouldn’t leave.

A Month Later

You have been stressed out about one of your kids at work as well as keeping up on everything you need to get done, and truthfully have been avoiding Vinny quite a bit because it seems he is always with Hannah or talking about her and you just can’t handle that on top of your work stress.

Everyone has been able to tell something is going on with you, but nobody has confronted you and asked about it. Honestly, you are disappointed that even Vin, who is one of your best friends hasn’t been checking on you to see what is wrong, but you suppose he is too busy with his new girlfriend.

You just wish someone would care enough to worry about you other than your boss, who is only asking because your funk is starting to affect your work a little bit. You actually just got out of a meeting with her where she asked if you were doing alright and that led to you crying in her office, but letting her know it is all personal things going on and that you are working on dealing with everything that is happening and are trying to keep doing your best for the kids.

Walking into your house you mentally groan when you notice Hannah sitting on the couch but you give her a small smile to be polite.

“Hi Hannah,” you say while taking your shoes off by the door.

“Hey y/n.” she looks up at you. “Have you been crying, are you okay?”

You curse yourself for being unable to hide your emotions from anyone, you have never been good at it.

“Yeah I am fine, just have a lot going on is all,” you respond.

“Do you want to talk, Vinny ran to the store and is going to be gone for awhile, we can have girl talk. I know sometime that is all you need, to vent to another woman about whatever is going on,” she says softly.

This is a prime example of why you hate that she is with Vinny, she is so nice that you almost hate yourself for not liking her. Why couldn’t he have chosen someone that is awful, that you have a reason to hate.

“Oh you don’t need to hear about my guy drama,” you say brushing it off.

“Nonsense, come and talk to me. I will gladly listen,” she says. “I would like for us to be friends, considering you are close to Vinny.”

You can’t bring yourself to turn her down again when she looks so happy to be talking to you. You sit down on the couch next to her, avoiding her gaze.

“So what is going on, I have been able to tell lately that something is bothering you. Vinny notices it too you know, he says you’ve been hiding in your room a lot lately.” she says to you.

“I mean for starters work has been crazy, we are so understaffed that I am getting stuck working crazy hours. And my naughty child is a lot worse lately, his mom has come back in the picture and its causing him to act out. I really want to help this child and I finally had 2 weeks where I got him calmed down and doing good and then the last 2 he has been absolutely insane again, I hate asking for help but I have had to ask people to come in and work with him and help me learn to work with him, which makes me feel awful.” you say with a sigh. Work has been stressful for you lately, that is part of why it does kill you to avoid Vinny, you can’t destress by playing video game and the like with him anymore.

“And you mentioned boy problems? So you are struggling with a guy on top of work being crazy? No wonder you are struggling, you have a lot going on.” she says, pulling you into a hug which catches you off guard.

This act makes you start to cry slightly, before you continue talking.

“Yes, I have a pretty heavy crush on this guy and he doesn’t even notice me at all. We we’re pretty close but anymore its like I don’t matter anymore. I just wish I was enough, that maybe I could make him happy but I’m not.” you can’t help but let the tears fall at this point, hoping to god that she didn’t realize who you were talking about.

“I promise you that you are good enough for him, you may feel like he doesn;t notice you but he does to the point his girlfriend actually was planning to break up with him tonight because she’s pretty sure he is in love with you,” she says, before starting to cry herself. “Yes, I know Vinny is why you are this way. And trust me, I am pretty sure he feels the same for you but doesn’t realize that he does yet. He has been absolutely worried about you lately and only seems to care about what is going on with you, believe it or not. I finally told myself it is not fair to let myself continue to fall for him when I know deep down that I am not who he wants, but please don’t feel like its your fault. I actually would enjoy being friends with you after everything, maybe not right away but…” she trails off.

You both sit there, awkwardly, and unsure what to say next when Vinny comes back and notices both of you crying. You just kind of look up, before thanking Hannah and telling her she is always welcome to message you when she needs to talk before retreating to your bedroom, trying your hardest to hear what is going on out in the living room.

You can’t help but listen in to the conversation that is going on between both of them through your door.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t expect to come back to both of you crying,” you hear Vinny say softly, probably trying to hug her.

“Honestly, no. Vinny I think we need to break up.” Hannah says.

“What, why? Did y/n say something is that why you were both crying?” he asks her.

“Vinny, I am not stupid at all. I can tell that you are in love with her, not with me. And she loves you, she all but admitted directly that tonight to me. She didn’t say it but I can tell, and I think that is why she is avoiding you. Vinny, you aren’t ever going to be mine. Even if you don’t want to admit it the two of you need to be together not us. I can’t keep lying to myself anymore and pretending that you want me,” she says. “Don’t be mad at y/n, she isn’t what caused me to decide this, I have been thinking about this for a week or so now.”

You hear footsteps and then the front door closing, so you doubt that she is here anymore. You feel guilty that she broke up with him, you genuinely feel like it is your fault. You move yourself to your bed and lay down, letting your tears flow. You are just so stressed out and don’t know what to do anymore, giving up and wanting to go to bed.

You hear a soft knock on your door before it opens, you don’t even look up because you know that it is Vinny who walked in. You feel your bed shift, knowing that he sat down on your bed next to you. A soft hand rests on your back, rubbing it softly.

“I really fucked up didn’t I? I hurt two really awesome girls because I was trying to avoid my feelings,” he says softly. “But I didn’t realize just how much you meant to me until I was trying to force myself to have those feelings towards her, but I just couldn’t.”

You roll over so that you are facing him, laying your head on his lap, still not looking at him. He reaches down and brushes your tears from your cheeks.

“No matter how hard I tried not to love you like that I couldn’t stop. When you started pushing me away it hurt me a lot more than what you realized. Unfortunately Hannah could tell, and she wound up hurt in the process. I never realized that in the process that I hurt you too.” he says looking down at you.

“I never told you, so I can’t blame you at all for wanting someone else. I thought that you guys were serious and it really hurt me, but I didn’t want to be the reason you two didn’t work out, so I felt like I couldn’t tell you what was wrong and that I needed to distance you so that she wouldn’t question anything, but I guess she still figured out that I love you. And Vinny, I do love you and I wish I didn’t. I don’t want to make things weird between us. And I am sorry that Hannah found out and that is why she broke up with you.” you say, avoiding his gaze.

“Did you not just listen to what I said? I said that I loved you and couldn’t make myself stop. That is why she left me, because she knew that I did, not because of you so don’t allow yourself to feel guilty because of that.” he says, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

Neither of you knew what to say next, now that everything is out in the open. Both of you made eye contact and stayed still, not sure what you should do now that everything is out in the open.

“So would you like to get dressed and go out to dinner? Have our first date of hopefully many?” Vinny asks trailing off, sounding hopeful.

“I would love that,” you answer. “But not tonight, I think I would just like to lay here and enjoy the moment.”

He nods at you, him moving to lay down with you, playing with your hair while you rest your head on his chest. “Hey y/n thank you for giving me a chance, sorry it took me getting a girlfriend for us to find out we both loved eachother.”

“Eh, it’ll be a fun story to tell people later on, and I expect you to make it up to me,” you say winking at him. “And I don’t think that I am the one you need to apologize to.”

“I already messaged her apologizing for everything before I came in here,” he tells you.

Both of you stay like that, content with the closeness that you both are currently having. Unsure of what exactly what going to happen between both of you, but happy to be getting a chance to figure out where it will lead.

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Not One of Many - Chapter Twelve.

Are you ready? I don’t think you’re ready for an ENTIRE CHAPTER of smut. Yep. All of it. Huge thanks to my regulars, you are such a dedicated audience, and welcome new readers to the story as well! Your excitement over it has truly made me very gratified! :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

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Words - 3,073

Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!

The divine glide of his mouth over her collarbones, the kisses delivered from warm, full, sensuous lips had Beth feeling lost in rapture right from the start. Her hands toured his back, delighting in the play of such hard muscles, his own gliding down her sides as she arched against him, the prickle of his teeth at her nipple jolting her, lips sucking, tongue swirling. How he’d hungered to have her right there beneath him, and he would relish in every last second of devouring her pale, silken skin.

His mouth lowered, the press of his hands at her waist tightening, the circling of his tongue around her navel evoking a spread of heat to flush through her core. He lowered more, kisses sprinkled just above her bare pubic mound, his beard soft and tickly against the naked flesh, licking a line back up her body.

“Mmm, nah. Not yet.” Oh, he was wicked.

“Don’t you bloody dare tease me.” She prodded his cheek, Alfie biting her finger, sucking it into his mouth.

“Hmmm.” That deep rumble, it made her heart skip several beats. “I thought you said you liked it, though?”

“Not when there’s been this much build up.” Her statement was accurate.

“Yeah, true. A bit longer ain’t gonna hurt, though.”

“Bastard.” He chuckled throatily, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses over her chest and down her sides, watching her skin bounce, goosepimples summoned forth, the faintest of moans slipping from her parted lips. Just that alone made him have to battle against his own resolve and not give in to the thirsty longing he harboured to wrap his mouth around her cunt and suck.

He set his mouth against the rise of her hip, a sharp nip shocking her, the swirl of his tongue soothing, his lips gliding to her inner thigh, the scent of her beyond comprehension to his burning senses. He watched her while running his tongue up her thigh, the pleading in her eyes, the soft, lustful quakes of her heavenly body, kissing his way back down again and teasing her slit with the quickest, briefest of licks, not even delving to the pink splendour within, mouth gliding up her other thigh.

Heat trickled down her spine at the promise of what he teased, her pulse rapid, breathing escalating, his hands stroking her legs as his tongue toured the outline of her tattoo, pushing her legs further apart with a strong press of his hands, not able to hold himself back. Each kiss from her hip to her pubic mound was placed slowly, agonisingly slow, little flicks of his tongue making her quiver, until he levelled with her sex and finally, took a long, languid lick.

The noise she made caused his cock to throb, the softest of moans, mouth kissing at her before his hands moved to spread her open, his tongue delving right in, the sensation knocking her sideways, as did the sight of her to him, and the pretty little addition he hadn’t been expecting to find.

“Mmm, I like finding little toys to play with.” His words were but a gruff, aroused grumble, his thumb touching to the dainty silver ring she had pierced through her clit hood, moving it back and forth. The action had sparks crackling through her, the softest of exclamations leaving her mouth as her hips twitched.

His thumb continued the jewellery play, his tongue circling at her opening, groaning at the taste of her fluid arousal, dipping inside her, the heat of her core astounding to his senses. Another long drag from the flat of his tongue had her mewling, Beth thinking he had every right to have flashily boasted over his sexual prowess in the past. He knew what he was doing, and yet he’d only just begun.

She keened against each lick, her body arching as he began to focus in on her clit, tongue swirling her little, potent bud, her moans escalating as glimmers shot through her, Alfie chuckling gruffly as he witnessed her spiral. “Yeah, you lie back and enjoy it, treacle, ‘cus I ain’t stopping until you cum all over my tongue.”

Those dirty words, sealed with him wrapping her clit in his lips and sucking until she wailed, had her reeling, her nails dragging his scalp, thighs writhing against his face until his elbows pushed them back in correction, taking her clit ring between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug before his tongue was swirling once more.

He licked at her keenly, her clit swelling against the wet heat that drove cool fire throughout her, her body buzzing as her breaths escalated. This was what she had dreamed of, and by god, it was even better than she ever could have imagined. He took greedy mouthfuls of her and sucked; his beard tickly as it prickled against her soft folds, his cheeks hollowing as she hissed out a moan.

One hand gripped her thigh, the other moving to plunge two thick fingers inside of her, his response at the viscid clench a sharp bite at her inner thigh, Beth shaking, her head spinning with the sheer eroticism of it, of him. His fingers curled and crooked, stroking her deftly, seeking her sweet spot and pressing hard when he found it, evoking a shrill cry.

Those cries continued with every breath as he began to build her, the lightning bouncing beneath her skin as heat sizzled up her spine, her legs tensing. He worked his tongue against her faster, exorcising her release as she shook uncontrollably, her hands tugging at his hair. The heat of it snapped through her like a summer storm, tumbling through throbbing bliss as she came, left shaking in the wake of it.

He took his time, returning his mouth to hers, trailing kisses all over her body, sucking her toes, attending to her legs, her fingers, her arms, her neck, until she was burning for him, to feel the hardness pressing at her belly inside her. But firstly, she wanted to play with him prior to enjoying that.

“No,” he asserted when she tried to put him on his back, Alfie sitting back on his heels, pulling her up astride him. “I’m in charge, and I say I’m fucking you right now. Just please don’t tell me I need to put a bloody condom on first, because I hate the bleedin’ things.”

“You don’t.” she confirmed, her hand reaching between them to grasp his cock. Because of him topping her, she hadn’t even gotten a good glimpse of him erect, let alone a touch, but when her hand wrapped around his shaft, her eyes nearly fell out of her head. Huge? Nope. Absolutely fucking gigantic was more apt. “How the flip is all that meant to fit in me?”

Her exclamation had him chuckling against her neck. “Very easily, I should think, with how wet you are.” Continuing his kisses against her throat, his abs juddered violently at that first contact against her folds, Beth getting him slick before guiding him to her opening, sinking down, her mouth dropping open. God, he was so bloody thick, and the noise he made at finally being inside her, she’d never forget it. She’d never heard a man so lost in his arousal, his arms snaking around her, holding her to him, hands stroking her back as she began to slowly manoeuvre upon him.

She was spread wide around him, the aqueous clench of her cunt pulling him in, flexing softly, splitting her until she saw sparks. She hissed as he pushed up a little deeper into her, rutting her fully moving his mouth to hers. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he whispered, one hand moving to stroke her cheek as their kisses deepened, both feeling as if they were riding the crest of a sun kissed, sparkling wave at finally being together like that.

His kisses were devouring, the stroking of his hands consuming, his hips rolling in perfect sync with hers, Beth feeling overcome by him, that moment, everything. How could a union so perfect exist? With him, it was beyond euphoria, gilded in nirvana, a rush of unstoppable glimmers. And it had only just begun “God fuckin’ damnit, darlin’. You take my cock so well.” Such praise made her feel lit up, Beth leaning back, crying out softly as she kneaded his thick shoulders, his mouth sliding to her chest, hands pressing into the small of her back as she bent like a bow against him.

The rhythm, the roll, the heat of it, it bordered on almost intolerable, Beth scarcely being able to remember the last time she’d fell into such perfect sync with a man, her nipples sucked on in turn, Alfie moving to lay her on her back, driving into her hard, his hand clasping her jaw, turning her head to demand more kisses. He stole them from her lips thirstily, tongue swirling with hers, his groans barbarous, making her walls pulse around him, his cock dragging her silky plush slowly.

He’d held back the desire to pound her into the bed, to just enjoy the skitters of slow ebullience, but it slipped from him as he watched her, pulling her legs back against her chest, her cunt splayed, glistening and hot around the thick of him, those moans... how she had him fixated entirely, in just the way she softly moaned. Those sweet purrs were the catalyst to him speeding up each thrust, watching her mouth fall open, hand gently gripping her throat before feeding her his thumb, watching her suck it.

“Fuck me.” she breathed, licking the tip of his thumb, her eyes a blaze of lust and everything that was sin-drenched beauty. Her words shot right to his hips, and he did as she demanded. He fucked her. He fucked her so hard, she screamed, the pleasure of it daggering, her insides crammed so full of his huge cock, every nerve ending alight with sizzling pleasure, Alfie grasping her thighs and pulling her legs over his shoulders, keeping her gripped so she didn’t move back against the onslaught he delivered so very thoroughly.

“Yeah, like that big cock, don’t you, darlin?’ Fuck, you look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re getting pounded.”

She couldn’t answer for wailing to begin with, Alfie winking at her through a very satisfied smirk, loving how much she was thriving on it. “Yes!” she eventually cried, her nails dragging his chest, the rumble of his groan causing her insides to throb. He slowed a little, kissing her ankle, giving her long, more contained strokes, his thumb moving to begin rubbing at her clit, playing with her piercing, Beth completely lost to the rapture of his fuck. God, he had every right to be arrogant. He was incredible.

Power and speed drove him wildly once more, her soaking walls flexing around him, his thumb rubbing with more purpose as her flutters became harder on his cock, watching her as she came, her body arching off the bed, consumed by a bonfire of pleasure. He slowed to allow her to recover, moving to begin kissing her neck, his hands running through her glossy, dark tresses, the little quivers of her body against him scintillating beyond words.

The pleasure kept prickling at her, biting, sharp, his cock daggering her a little quicker again, mouth moving to indulge upon her throat, his teeth leaving red crescents from soft bites, his groan deep. He arrowed her with all-in, all-out thrusts, a slight rotation of his hips making her soar through endless constellations as her still sensitive walls were split wide around him.

“I think you need to get on your back,” she suggested, Alfie’s eyebrow arching curiously.

“I’d rather have you pinned.” She had ammunition for such a notion.

“Oh, don’t want to watch my tits bounce while I ride you into the bed then, no?” He knew he was being played, but he was willing to let her. Clutching her body to his, he turned over, Beth pushing herself up and sinking down further, the depth of him incredible.

He expected her to be frenzied as she leaned down to kiss him, her hands touring his chest, squeezing his nipples, her mouth moving to his neck and pecs before she straightened again, but instead she began by giving him deliciously teasing alternation, riding him rapidly one minute to slow right down the next, delighting in the thick head of his cock dragging her creamy heat slowly, so very, very slowly, sparks crackling, making his heart thunder, his groans causing her insides pulse with desire.

“You’re so bloody big,” she breathed, biting her lip, Alfie grinning.

“And every last inch of it has been dying to be buried in you since the first second I saw you.” He rolled his hips up, rutting her deep, pulling her down to share heated, syrupy kisses as he trawled her cunt, her slick muscles twitching around him as he stroked her breasts, pinching her nipples into stiffened peaks. She rode him with a hard grind, her nails stroking his chest as he gripped her hips, loving the view of her atop him. A soft gasp spilled from her throat as he moved his hand, thumb at her clit again, groaning gutturally as she moved against him in the most sexual serpentine he could remember experiencing with a woman. Lord, she was good.

They both began to climb the ladder leading to nirvana, ascending, glowing, moving determinedly as they chased their releases. Sweat gleamed their bodies, Beth’s voice breaking a howling cry as he propelled himself up into her faster, his fingers at her hip digging in hard as he felt himself towed headlong into bliss.

He groaned wantonly as his cock twitched, his thumb frantic at her clit, wanting to take her with him into the realms of utter beauty, nerve endings throbbing until it was upon them both, glimmering rays rising, his sunlight illuminating her horizon as she cried out uncontrollably. Each clench milked the release from his spasming cock, filling her with cum, his growl all gravel, eyes closed, breathless, swimming in ecstasy as she collapsed atop his chest.

“Gimme about forty minutes and I’m gonna repeat all of that.”

“Should I set a timer?” her inquiry made him chuckle, stroking her hair. His heart was speeding against her cheek, the feeling hypnotic to her as she caught her breath, moving to look down at him, nails scratching softly at his beard.

“Just know you won’t be getting a lot of sleep tonight. Or tomorrow either.” That was news to her, that he planned to spend longer than one night with her.

“I’m good with that. Do they know you’re with me?” She had to ask.

He shook his head. “I told them I had to go away for business, which is partly true. I want to witness the level of service here since I ain’t stepped foot in the place for longer than half an hour since I bought it.” She wondered why he hadn’t told them, since he was otherwise so rigorously honest with them. Especially since neither of them had an issue with her being in his life either, both being on board should she have accepted his offer to become a girlfriend. It didn’t make sense, but Beth didn’t want to make sense of it. No. Here, in the penthouse with him, she would disengage her brain for once, for the sake of relentless enjoyment.

What he gave to her alone was enough to make that happen. Especially when she revealed the contents of her bag to him a time later, Alfie’s grin spreading wide.

The feeling of black nylon gliding over her skin, the brush of the big hands in control as he expertly tied her in a series of intricate knots, had her burning with incandescence. He tied her in the rope dress rig, known as Hishi Karada, one of his favourites for how beautiful and intricate it looked, also relatively quick and simple to execute. By the time he was finished, kneeling behind her, the rope going between her legs was already wet, the tying had turned her on so much.

His hand gripped at the back of the rig, tugging, his other playing with her clit as she leaned into him, his mouth at her neck, cock hard against the small of her back. He’d left just enough slack on the ropes running between her legs to be able to part them and re-enter her, which he did, thrusting up, filling her. The pull of the rope coupled with the split of his cock within her rendered Beth truly mindless with lust, nylon gliding either side of her clit as his fingers stoked at the bud, his other hand gathering her hair to wind it around his fist, tugging back sharply, her gasp making him quiver.

To be having sex with someone who thrived upon shibari as much as he did had Alfie aroused out of his mind. True, Mimi would let him tie her, but he knew while she liked it, she didn’t love it like Beth did. It didn’t make bliss skitter through her in quite the same way, and that’s what got him off about the whole process the most, his cock like iron within the hot clutch of her cunt, having to fight against the viscid clench as he fucked her, moans tumbling from her beautiful mouth, another sharp yank at her hair changing the pitch to pure, deep sin. God, she was everything, his utter sexual match.

As for Beth, she was knocked sideways at how masterful he was in absolutely everything he bestowed upon her, feeling herself ascending sharply, Alfie sensing it, rutting deeper within her as each swirl over her clit was quickened. “Yes, fuck, ahhhh!” Her orgasm tore through her, her head lolling back over his thick shoulder as her body moulded against his, his movements gentling in the aftermath, hand slackening and releasing her hair, stroking one side of her neck as he continued to kiss the other.

“Mmm, good girl.” His praise sent warm waves through her, her still fluttering walls glossing his cock further as she was pushed gently onto all fours, his big hands smoothing over her rope bound body, watching himself slowly enter and retreat her.

It was just the beginning of a time neither would ever forget.

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wreywrites · 6 months

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Tiger Shark

Part 4: The Anchor

Chapter 21

I don’t knock. It is too quiet in my room, and he’s been living here for a month. I just let myself in and crawl into bed next to him.

“Hi,” he mumbles.

I pull the blanket up to my ears. “Will you tell me something?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Too quiet. I can hear them.”

There is a long sigh. Finnick rolls over and we are nose to nose. “You promise?”

“It’s the usual for a reason, Odair.”

“Listen, honey, we have very specific rules on nicknames, and if you’re going to backpedal on your end…”

“Sorry. I’m just frustrated and tired and I can’t sleep.”

“And you want me to solve your problems.”

“You’re already awake.”

He sighs again. “Fine. Close your eyes and imagine it: a ten-year-old me, about to be stung by his first jellyfish.”

I can’t help it. I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow. “You were ten before you got stung?”

“Yes, and I could have been older, but I was distracted, now let me finish.”

I close my eyes again.

“It was the first really hot day that summer, and my mom took me swimming. We went out past the reef up by the Traps and swam out to the drop off. Mom loved going over the drop off. I did not. But the reef was so jaw-dropping up there, with all the fish, and no fishing boats to scare anything off or to have to watch out for. So Mom was swimming a few yards past the drop off, and I was on the shallow side…”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I wake up the next morning earlier than I would like to. This means I am once again alone with my thoughts, which is what I was trying to avoid last night. Oh well. A deal’s a deal. We’ve been doing this for almost a month. At night, when everything is quiet, I can’t sleep. It’s when my fades get really bad, because there is nothing to block out the sounds in my head. So for a while I asked Finnick to sit in my room and talk until I fell asleep. Once I was asleep, he would walk across the hall and sleep in one of the empty rooms. And then one night we both remembered how well we slept that night the week before my shortened Victory Tour, so we tried it out, and now we’re hooked.

I still try to sleep alone. And sometimes I can, but most nights it doesn’t happen. Thankfully I’m not plagued by nightmares—once I fall asleep, I usually sleep through the night. Finnick, not so much. He has terrible nightmares, and he never wakes up without thinking he’s back in the arena. So the deal is that he talks until I fall asleep, and then I stay in bed until he wakes up. Thankfully, he’s not one to sleep in to excess, because the silent mornings sometimes prove troublesome as well.

So I watch him sleep. It’s a little creepy, but he looks so different asleep that I can’t help staring. He looks younger. Or maybe he just looks his age and I’m used to seeing him have to act like someone much older, bearing more responsibility than any twenty-year-old should have to bear. In sleep, he doesn’t hold life and death for some luckless teenagers in his hands. In sleep, he has no Capitol to despise, to obey, to fear. In sleep, he is not a victor, not a Capitol toy, not a celebrity, he is just Finnick Odair, the boy who wasn’t stung by a jellyfish until he was ten, the child who was convinced that his mother forgot how to tie shoes, the man who seductively ate strawberries just to make me uncomfortable. And in this moment, I can almost forget the horrific things I’ve seen and done, the blood on my hands, the loss I’ve endured. In this moment, I am content.

He snuck up on me all right.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I’ve learned what to look for when Finnick is about to wake up. He doesn’t look relaxed anymore. His eyelids twitch, and he squirms and moves a lot. It is midmorning when he starts turning his head from side to side and mumbling.

I take a deep breath. One day last week he punched me when he woke up, so it takes a bit of mental preparation now. With one hand, I take the closer of his hands. I put the other on his cheek. It occurs to me that puts me in prime biting position. I hope he doesn’t bite me. I hope very much he doesn’t bite me.

“Hey,” I say quietly. “Finnick, you can wake up now. You’re home.”

His eyes snap open and his free hand grabs my wrist. I wince as his fingers clamp down. If he ever went off the rails in a fit of nightmare-induced irrationality and tried to kill me, he could do it.

“Hey,” I say again. “Good morning.”

He blinks, then closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath, letting go of my wrist.

I run my thumb over his cheek. “Bad dream?” I don’t know why I ask. The answer is always yes, and he never wants to talk about them. But what else am I supposed to say in this situation?

He nods.

I start to pull my hand away, but he grabs it, holding it against his cheek. After a second, he opens his eyes to look at me. “Stay?”

I smile, nod. “As long as you want.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I actually fall back asleep, apparently, because the next thing I know I am waking up again. This time Finnick is already awake. Or maybe still awake. And this time he is watching me sleep.

I grin and wrinkle my nose at him.

He smiles back. “I wish it was raining.”

“What?” I laugh. “Why?”

“Because it’s going to feel weird just laying in bed all day if it’s nice outside.”

“You want to lay in bed all day?”

“I do!” He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “I want to lay in bed all day and do nothing but look at you and remember exactly what you look like right now and exactly how I feel and…” He trails off, shaking his head. “Damn it, you keep sneaking up on me.” And then he kisses me.

It’s surprising, but somehow also not at all. I should have, could have, seen this coming a mile away and months ago. Actually at several points in time I did see this coming, but I did nothing about it. I didn’t alter course, I didn’t steer around the reef. Snuck up, my foot.

And yet… I would’ve steered far away if I saw this coming. In fact, at the first sign of danger, I had panicked. Only to learn later and the hard way that it was already too late. For better or worse, I need this man in my life, and it took me a long time to realize that. But now that I know, I’m not letting go of this any time soon.

I’m the one that breaks off. I don’t want to, but I do. Because there, still in the back of my mind, always there, is Mako. And this seems wrong. And I am hungry, which is a convenient excuse. But I’m hoping Finnick doesn’t follow me to the kitchen, because I need to sort through the shoal of thoughts crashing against each other in my mind.

Sadly, frying some whale bacon doesn’t help. I’m still confused, and the smell brings Finnick to the kitchen.

He starts to apologize.

“Don’t.” I cut him off. “It’s… I need to figure myself out.”

He nods. “I’m still here either way. I’ve decided I like sleeping through the night.”

I smile. “I know what you mean.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

So he starts sleeping in his house again. It goes poorly for both of us, because I spend my nights lost in a haze, drifting between reality and the arena, and I’m confident his nightmares follow him. But we do spend our days together. Reading, drawing, tying complicated trick knots, learning how to bake (Finnick is surprisingly good at this, I am not good at all), napping on the couch. And the whole time, in the back of my mind, I wrestle with memories of Mako.

Winter stretches on, and then spring comes. I am looking forward to lobster diving, even to just being able to swim without threat of hypothermia. And on the first warm day we get, Finnick and I go up to the Traps.

We spend the morning lounging on the beach, waiting for the heat of the afternoon to swim. I doze off for a while, but soon it is warm enough for swimming, so we swim out to the drop off.

I’m floating on my back when Finnick calls from a few yards away, “Right here. This is the very place I was stung by my first jellyfish.”

I return to an upright position and swim over to him. “How do you know this is exactly that spot? There’s no way.”

“There’s a rusty anchor just to the left here, and I- you fell asleep before I got to the part where the jellyfish stung me, didn’t you?”

“I might have. Your stories tend to get long-winded.”

“Well you tend to take a long time to settle in and fall asleep.”

I shrug. “So this is the place?” I clear my throat and put on my best Caesar Flickerman impression. “History was made here. In this humble yet beautiful part of District Four, a boy became a man.”

Finnick rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why I share intimate details of my life with you.”

I laugh. “That’s not intimate. And please don’t take this as an invitation to share the actual intimate details of your life—I don’t want to know. But enough of this reminiscing, let’s go over!”

And then he does one of the few things he has ever done that truly surprises me. His eyes widen and he shakes his head rapidly. “No, no, I’m fine staying here.”

“What?” I feel a smile creeping across my face. “Are you scared?”

“No!”

“Then just come with me!” I grab his arm and pull him toward the drop off.

He pulls back. “I don’t have to prove myself to you!”

“No, you don’t. And you won’t be proving anything, you’ll just be swimming.”

But he doesn’t budge, and we’re equally matched when it comes to swimming, so I have to leave him. I drift over the edge. It is scary, being in twelve or fifteen feet of brightly-lit water one minute, and the next having blue-gray eternity stretching down below you, but I love it. The rush of the unknown, the feeling of being so small and insignificant, the knowledge that my very presence is a challenge to the sea. I love it. And as I grin back at Finnick, I can see he does not.

“Will you just come back?”

I laugh at him, shake my head, roll onto my back and float over the abyss. And I don’t know why I feel so recklessly safe here, but I do.

But Finnick looks lonely, like a lost puppy, so I drift back to the shallow side of the drop off.

After a while we go back to the beach. I draw in the sand while Finnick looks for oysters. They’re hard to find here because the whole point of the Traps is that it’s where the Capitol socialites stay when they visit Four on vacation, so the beach is perpetually picked over. It takes him a few hours to give up, and by then I’ve drawn and erased a shark several times, trying to get the teeth right. Not that sand is the best medium for detail.

The afternoon turns to evening, and we head for home. I lay awake late into the night.

Things seem to make sense now. All the nights we’ve spent sitting up, talking, all the days relaxing on the beach and lobster-diving, all the jokes, the laughing until we cried, the quiet moments when we got lost in our own terrible memories, the afternoons he’d fallen asleep on my shoulder while I read, the nights I curled up next to him and listened to endless stories until I finally fell asleep. I think I might have been in denial for a long time, but now, lost in thought as I frequently am, I wonder about what Mako would think of everything that’s happened since I won. He wouldn’t be proud, that’s for sure. He would have wanted me to live my life to the fullest, and that eventually leads me to the realization that he would expect, maybe even want, me to move on. He would certainly want me to be happy again eventually, and dwelling on all the horrible things I’ve seen and been through and all the things that can’t be isn’t making me happy.

So I decide to live as best I can.

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I'll try to change my request, so let's try 37 with Joonas/Niko 🤗

Well chosen, friend! 🥺

I gotta say, I really love writing stories like the one below; stories that leave just enough for the reader's interpretation. In this one there's quite a bit left to read in between the lines... ✨

37. I keep wishing for you on dandelions and you catch me one time (2042 words)

I wish you looked at me the way you look at the crowd every night, like it’s made out of gold and everything that glitters.

I wish you’d hold my gaze after every time we kiss on stage, so that I’d know you’re losing your mind over it too.

Joonas was sitting on the doorframe of their tour bus, twirling a fluffy white dandelion between his fingers.

He still remembered what his mother had once told him, when he’d been about five or six years old.

“Did you know, Joonas, that if you close your eyes and make a wish as you blow on one of these, your wish might come true?”

“Really?!” little Joonas had squealed, his thoughts instantly wandering to the cool toy truck with a crane he had seen in the supermarket the day before.

“Do you want to try?” his mother had asked, holding a dandelion to Joonas.

So Joonas did as his mother had advised and squeezed his eyes shut. He used all the capacity in his 5-year-old brain to focus on his heart’s current desire, filled his lungs with air and puffed at the flower in his mothers hand. When he opened his eyes again, only a few tufts remained, and his mother blew the rest into the air.

“Hey! It’s my dandelion! Find your own!”

“I was just helping you out,” his mother had smiled.

“But you don’t know what I wished for!”

His mother had said nothing more, only caressed Joonas’ chubby cheek, and Joonas had spent the rest of the day sulking at her for ruining his first ever dandelion wish.

“I promise I won’t intervene this time,” his mother had said in an attempt to make him try again, but Joonas had turned a deaf ear to her appeasement. The incident had been forgotten the next day, although Joonas had strongly refused to touch a dandelion again, until his faith had been restored when his grandparents had paid them a visit a few weeks later, bringing with them the toy truck of his dreams. Since then he had relied on dandelions in every turning point of his life.

Such was the case now, as Joonas looked at the ripe flower, trying to decide how to word his wish.

I wish you wouldn’t let go of me so soon when you hug me.

I wish the moment we shared backstage yesterday had meant something; that your lingering touch had meant something; that you don’t show that soft side of you to anyone else but me.

I wish you liked me more than just a friend.

“Hey, Porko, we’re about to start the soundcheck!” Joonas was pulled back to reality when Joel shouted at him from the back door of their venue of the evening.

Sighing, Joonas settled for an incoherent combination of all his yearnings and blew the dandelion. Then he stood up and followed Joel to the dark of the venue.

I wish you’ll always laugh at my stupid jokes.

I wish you weren’t so quick to laugh it off when we drink too much and accidentally get boners while grinding on the dance floor.

I wish you’d have stayed longer in my bunk this morning.

Joonas’ ears were still ringing from all the loud noises of the concert as he leaned against the tour bus and took another drag on his cigarette. His other hand was clutching the now bald dandelion, its fuzz long gone with the wind.

Why was it so easy to express his feelings to a damn flower, but when Niko looked at him with his eyes brighter than the northern lights, the words got caught somewhere in Joonas’ throat and never saw the light of day? If Joonas hadn’t known any better, he would have started doubting the power of dandelions again; it was beginning to look like Niko was too far out their reach, after all.

It was eating him alive, to have Niko so close, yet it sometimes felt like he was miles away, heading somewhere Joonas wasn’t sure he was supposed to follow him.

“Joonas?”

He had no idea when Olli had appeared next to him, his shoulder pressed against the tour bus as he faced Joonas.

“‘Sup,” Joonas acknowledged him.

“You good?”

Joonas couldn’t stop the sad chuckle breaking out of his mouth.

“I’m alright,” he replied nevertheless and took one last drag before dropping his cigarette on the pavement and putting it out.

“You sure? You’ve seemed..off, lately.”

It was foolish to assume his oldest friend would not have noticed his lovesick exploits. That is why Joonas only exhaled deeply, trusting it would speak louder than his words could have in that moment.

“Is there something I could do to help? At all?”

The offer made Joonas smile again; Olli may have been a bit of a simpleton sometimes, especially when intoxicated, but damn if he wasn’t a great friend.

“Hand me that, will you?” Joonas pointed at the lone dandelion sprouting in between the asphalt and the concrete wall of the venue.

“This?” Olli said as he ripped the flower off its barren seedbed.

Olli held out the dandelion for Joonas, but instead of taking it from his hand, Joonas wrapped his own fingers around Olli’s fist.

“I’m gonna need your help a little.”

“Uh-huh?” Olli’s confused smile told Joonas the bassist had no clue of his intentions.

“I need you to close your eyes and empty your mind,” Joonas ordered, then added with a lower tone: “...which should be easy enough for you.”

“Hey!” Olli exclaimed, but his eyes were already closed. “Okay, now what?”

“Blow on the flower when I say ‘now’, alright?”

“Alright,” Olli shrugged.

Then Joonas closed his own eyes, clearing his own mind of anything else but a pair of emerald eyes.

I wish you’d come to me tonight.

“Now,” he commanded, and together they blew on the dandelion, sending the white seeds twirling in the air.

Perhaps another person’s contribution was just what was needed to strengthen the magic of dandelions to affect even someone as magical as Niko?

The more Joonas stared at the dandelion, the more it began to look like an oil painting. Something hot rolled down his cheek and he caught it with his thumb just before it would have fallen down and hit the ground.

I wish I could forever fall asleep playing with your hair.

I wish the warmth of the mattress next to me wasn’t the only evidence of your presence when I wake up.

I wish I knew what it means when you don’t even look at me the whole day, then once the sun sets you’re in my space again and it kills me a little more than it did the day before.

Joonas didn’t know how he was supposed to wrap his head around it, around Niko. He only knew that he wanted to wrap his arms around the man and keep him there for as long as he could help it, with his nose buried in Niko’s hair and his ear pressed against Niko’s temple, if for nothing else but a creative attempt to hear Niko’s thoughts.

They say that the eyes are the window to one’s soul, but Niko’s, albeit dazzling and intense, could sometimes be so dark and unreadable that Joonas could only dream of knowing what was going on behind them.

Holding on to the thought, Joonas took in a quick breath and blew the dandelion fuzz into the air. His watery eyes followed them as far as they could against the orange sunset sky, until they disappeared from his sphere of vision and all Joonas could see were tiny flying bugs buzzing around in the spring evening.

Joonas glanced at the instrument case next to him, resting against the back tire of the tour bus. For a second he considered taking out his guitar and strum his sorrows away while the others were enjoying the headline concert inside the venue, but then his eyes fixed on the only remaining dandelion growing on the small patch of grass next to the parking lot.

He crouched to pick it up, and that’s when he realised he wasn’t alone.

There had been no footsteps, but Joonas would recognize the shape of the shadow any day, anywhere.

“Wishing on dandelions or what?”

Joonas quickly wiped his nose on his wrist and stood up, crushing the stem of the dandelion in his palm.

“What if I was?” he chuckled. The lump in his throat was suffocating him when he turned to look at Niko; his eyeliner was smudged, his long hair was a mess and there was a sway to his step when he walked closer to Joonas.

The sight was eerily imperfect and all Joonas could make himself look at in that moment.

“I’d expect nothing less from you, Porko,” Niko grinned and didn’t seem to be able to stop his feet from dragging himself to Joonas, so close his nose almost bonked on Joonas’ chest. Niko giggled to himself as he leaned against Joonas, and from the light melody of Niko’s laughter Joonas could tell it was going to be one of those nights again.

The kind of night that made Joonas feel foolish for believing in such things as dandelion wishes the morning after, until he’d feel Niko light up a sparkle of hope inside him with the faintest of touches once again.

But when Niko looked up at Joonas and stared into his eyes, Joonas noticed he maybe wasn’t quite as drunk as he appeared to be.

“What do you wish for, then, dreamer boy?”

I wish you knew.

“I can’t tell, obviously,” Joonas forced his trembling lips into a smile. “They won’t ever come true if I do.”

Niko kept their gazes locked, and in that moment it felt as if Joonas’ whole universe consisted of this gorgeous man and the dandelion he was still clasping in his hand.

“Does it work?” Niko asked quietly. “Have any of your dandelion wishes come true recently?”

I wish I knew how to tell you.

Joonas shook his head.

“How come?”

I wish I knew why.

“Maybe they’re on it, but so far no luck.”

Niko nodded, like Joonas’ explanation was in any way plausible.

“But you’ll keep trying still?”

I wish I wouldn’t have to.

“I have to,” Joonas said.

“Why?”

Niko’s eyes kept staring into his, until for the briefest moment they focused at something below Joonas’ nose.

I wish you could see it.

“Because I don’t know what else to do.”’

The green eyes were back on Joonas’ then, disarming Joonas from the defence he never had to begin with.

“About what?”

Joonas didn’t want to make himself believe the fierce, almost knowing look Niko gave him was nothing else but the makings of his vivid imagination and wishful thinking.

“I…” Joonas tried, but the harder he begged for the words to come out, the farther away they hid somewhere inside him.

His fingernails dug into his palm as he kept holding on to the dandelion.

I wish–

He never got to finish his wish, the one he had been saving for when he would be most desperate.

Because in the blink of an eye, he had no dandelion to wish on; with a quick motion, Niko snatched the flower from his grip, lifted it to his lips, and with one sharp puff of air he blew it free of the white tufts, never breaking eye-contact with Joonas.

And in the next blink of an eye, Joonas felt hands on his cheeks and a pair of lips on his own.

Hundreds of dandelion wishes sent off with the spring breeze, and the one stolen right out of his hands ended up being the one finally fulfilling them. Joonas would have laughed at it, had his mouth and vocal chords not been otherwise occupied.

When they broke the kiss, Niko’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes looked even wilder than before. Even halfway into getting lost in them, Joonas could see Niko’s lips moving and hear his voice speaking, quiet and soft, but the sound would ring in his ears for days, weeks, years to come:

“I wish for you.”

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #spring fluff by theflyingfeeling #a bit of joonas & olli too because why not! 🥰#i don't often repeat words but when i do it's for poetic purposes

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lostyetfinding · 4 months

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cold without you

Hoseok is in Chicago to perform alone for the first time, Lollapalooza is a huge event and his nerves plus the distance from Jimin means he is not eating well. Also spending a lot of time in the studio. Jimin isn't much better, struggling to sleep in an empty bed. So he decides to hop on a plane and support his boyfriend in person.

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Jimin has never been a big morning person. Unless he avoided sleeping the night before, those mornings he felt energetic and prepared to take anything on. The only other way he would enjoy a morning is if he woke up to sweet kisses on his forehead. Silly puns whispered to him.

As he opens his eyes, the empty cold bed makes his morning worse. No sound of the shower running and no note to explain the absence.

Oh. Right.

Hoseok is in Chicago, Jimin kissed him goodbye and promised to cuddle Mickey everytime he missed his hyung. Jimin forgot how hard it was when Hoseok wasn't in the same country as him. Spending years together, in the same apartment or hotel room or tour bus makes Jimin feel like he is missing an arm.

So he closes his eyes and decides to stay in bed until he feels better.

Jimin knows this is just temporary, Hoseok will be home in a week. But the hiatus and push from the members to take a break and breathe has left him feeling a little untethered.

*whine*

Mickey jumps onto Jimin's back and starts licking his ear while he continues to whine.

"Okay okay I'm getting up I promise," Jimin grumbles. The pillow muffles his words bit he does stick to them, sitting up as Mickey hops around the room. "Do you want to go outside? Is that what you want?"

*Bark*

"Hoseok should have never taught you to answer in bark form."

*Bark*

Jimin rubs his face and swings his legs over the bed, feet dangling over the side. "Ugh your appa is an evil man, he trained you this was because he knew one day I would try to sleep in, the evil mastermind."

Mickey seems to agree, leaping into Jimin's lap with a bark. The dancer let's the little dog lead him to his slippers and a thin hoodie to slip over his head. Jimin blindly grabs his phone off the nightstand and heads to the door.

Mickey already has the leash in his mouth, waiting for Jimin to catch up with him. Like father like dog.

By the time they are on the rooftop garden his phone starts ringing. Hoseok's smile fills his phone screen, bright and beautiful. Jimin let's Mickey roam free since no one else is in the area made for resident's dogs.

"Hi hyung."

"Hi baby, good morning!" As always Hoseok is smiling and happy, even without being on the roof with Jimin he already feels more alert.

So jimin smiles, "How did you manage to know exactly when I woke up?"

"I may not be in the country but the camera on the doorbell is still hooked up to my phone Jimin. I got a ping when you left the apartment and thought I would call and say hi, anything wrong with that?" His hyung's face is too adorable to even try to pretend being mad. "Nothing wrong at all hyung, just think you are silly. What time is it for you?"

"It's only 6:30pm, I'm in the dance studio trying to make sure my new choreo works." Hoseok pans the camera to show a large wooden floor and walls full of mirrors.

"So you have already had dinner or you are getting ready to go eat dinner?" Jimin knows he hasn't eaten. Mickey runs into his legs to grab his attention before Hoseok can respond. He throws the rope toy that the dog had somehow found up here and brought to him.

"Well I was just taking a break, I think I'm gonna get a bit more practice before fo-"

"Nope." Jimin doesn't even want to let him finish.

Hoseok whines, "Jimin I'll eat I swear but I need a few more reps before I call it a night!"

That makes Jimin sigh. "You remember when we first started training? How we were the only 2 who refused to leave the studio until the others had to force us out? We promised each other that we would keep each other in check. Making sure we both eat and sleep and take breaks."

"I know! But babe I will eat this is not the same, I have left the studio today, multiple times," they both know how excuse is not going to change anything.

Jimin sits himself down on the single bench on the roof, throwing the toy Mickey brings him again. "You got to say I would take 2 months off from everything so I get to force you to leave that dance studio right now and eat something. Something nutritious."

He doesn't need Hoseok to say anything, already hearing the shuffling of his duffle bag.

"Fine, I will go eat but I am coming back right after to get a few more reps, happy?" Hoseok pleads his boyfriend.

"If you go back it will only be for an hour, or I will call Soobin and tell him to come find you." Jimin states. If he has to wake up to an empty bed then Hoseok has to promise to rest some too.

"How is Soobin going to enforce anything? I'm his hyung!" Hoseok sounds exasperated and a bit muffled, slipping a mask on. Jimin can see him starting to walk and placing his earbuds in.

"Soobin is stronger than you hyung and I am going to give him permission to throw you over his shoulder and put you to bed." Mickey has gotten bored of his freedom and climbs back into Jimin's lap, watching the phone.

Hoseok grumbles something that Jimin cannot hear but he waits for his boyfriend to provide an actual response. "Ugh Jimin there is a vegetarian place on the corner and I am headed there for something with lots of vegetables, and then I want to practice for an hour and a half."

"Deal, I'm going to text Soobin now that he needs to check in on you in about 2 hours and you have to go to bed then. Please eat well hyung and I miss you." Jimin gives him a big smile and blows a kiss.

Hoseok blows a kiss back, "Mickey you better take care of my boyfriend."

Jimin giggles, "I love you hyung."

"I love you too baby, you eat breakfast and rest for me. I'll call you before I go to bed," Hoseok tells his boyfriend.

As soon as the call ends Jimin shoves his phone into the hoodie pocket. Now that he is more awake he realizes it belongs to Hoseok. He looks at Mickey and sighs. What is he going to do with his day? He has spent the last month or so being in charge of feeding and putting Hoseok to bed when he stayed in his studio to long. Now Jimin has to find something else to do with himself.

***

"You cannot be serious."

Jimin simply says, "I'm dead serious."

25 hours, that's precisely how long Jimin lasted before he went stir crazy. He tried playing the video games that Hoseok has set up but he finds no enjoyment playing them alone. He went and grabbed the kit to make your own jewelry at home. He broke his pliers on the first earring he tried to make. Mickey and him have even been on 2 walks and watched a grand total of 5 romcoms.

In fact he is proud he even lasted this long, being on a break has driven him crazy.

Being on a break and missing Hoseok? Not possible, if the members are going to keep enforcing this "Jimin must rest" rule they cannot expect him to willingly be separate from Hoseok.

"Look, Taehyung I know this makes me seem needy and honestly I feel needy but I miss him. And I miss performing and having a set schedule, having my full day planned and all the free time spent in a studio."

Jimin can hear Taehyung sigh even if he also knows that his soulmate tried to hide it. "You know why you are taking a break right? Jimin we had 2 years of a pandemic without huge performances and somehow you managed to stress your system the same amount as before. You know what the doctor said, you are not in the danger zone or anything but you are always stressed. We are just trying to help you."

Jimin has heard the speech.

He has heard the speech from all 6 of them. From the management team. From his mother when he spent his 1st week off at her house. The reason the members were so supportive of him and Hoseok was because they both overworked and together they somehow forced each other out of it.

"Okay I get it, but I agreed to your terms okay? 4 months with no more than 2 hours of dance practice a day and avoiding any and all studios. I just feel like I'm missing an arm and now Hobi-hyung is gone so I guess I'm missing a heart and an arm." If Jimin knows anything, it's that his best friend in the whole world is a suckered for romantic sentimental shit.

"Ugh fine buy the damn plane ticket," Taehyung concedes. To be fair he lasted much longer than was expected but they both knew he would cave.

"Oh I did an hour ago, but I needed to tell you because I'm dropping Mickey at your place." If he can get Taehyung to dogsit and his bodyguard to take him to the airport he will be good.

"Of course, I mean what else would I do since you don't need me to help you make decisions!"

"Aw you know I love you, I'm just excited. I mean he is going to perform alone for the first time."

Taehyung let's out a loud laugh, "Wait, you have to call Bang-pdnim!"

Crap.

"Oh no I forgot he was there too, do you think he will try to stop me too?" Jimin asks.

"No but I do think he will tease you and give the whole 'be careful boys' speech again which I need you to record this time," Taehyung sounds giddy as he talks.

Jimin can handle that. As long as he gets to hug his boyfriend while it is happening.

***

Hoseok grumbles at the ringing phone. It's too far away for him to shut it up. He would have to move. He doesn't want to move. After a minute it stops and he sighs back into the pillow he has over his face.

*RING*

And there it is again.

Resigned to his fate of a lack of rest he throws the pillow away, paying little attention to where, and moves towards the phone with as little movement as possible.

This results in a very ungrateful rolling off of the bed paired with a short crawl to the coffee table. Of course he does not raise his body off the floor, instead just grabbing the phone and bringing it down to his face. Proud that he never even opened his eyes.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello Mr. Jung, I apologize to disturb you but you have a guest waiting for you in the lobby."

That gets his eyes open. "A guest? Is it Mr. Bang?"

The concierge politely says, "No. He told me to tell you his name is Christian. I'm terribly sorry, I know you have a strict no guests policy but Mr. Bang brought him in and told me he could be trusted."

"Did you say Chirstian?" Hoseok is still groggy, crashing from his long morning in the studio. He sits up.

"Yes sir. Should I tell him to go or come back later?"

"No no, send him up. And um, could you just give him a key to my room, he will be staying here."

"Of course sir."

Hoseok is left sitting there with the phone in his hand. He must be hallucinate from the lack of sleep. Or maybe he did fall asleep and this is all just a dream. These are the logical explanations he can come up with, because why would Jimin be here?

That's why when Jimin does enter the room he finds one Jung Hoseok slouched over a coffee table in front of a king sized bed.

And it's only 10am in Chicago.

"Are you serious?" Jimin chuckles.

All Hoseok does is hum into the glass surface.

Jimin grumbles, "How come I was the one put in practice jail while you got to work at all hours of the night to release an album and exhaust yourself practicing the day before the performance?"

Another mumble, this time the words 'silly dream' are intelligible.

Jimin just sighs and drops his handbag bag at the door, his suitcase is in the small living room area that attaches to the bedroom. His hat gets thrown to the ground and his sleeves get rolled up. Jimin steps closer to the exhausted man and crouches down next to him.

"Hyung," he says softly. Kissing his boyfriend's head and combing his fingers through the sweaty hair.

"Jimin-ah," Hoseok whines. His voice is low and scratchy.

Jimin smiles, softly saying, "Hi there hyung how about we get you into the shower and then to bed?"

"Hm kay jimin-ah but you are in Seoul."

Jimin holds back a giggle as he says, "You are right hyung, I was in Seoul but I got on a plane to come see you. Now stand up for me."

Jimin slings Hoseok's arm over his shoulder to hoist him onto his feet. Of course first he needs to lift up his head which means Hoseok actually sees him. His eyes grow, mouth forming a big O.

"Wait Jimin?" He asks, his voice is a little more focused but still low.

"I told you hyung, wanted to test out the whole plane thing, thought it seemed sketchy to fly," Jimin jokes.

He gets his boyfriend to a standing position and starts walking him towards the bathroom. Ignoring the confused looks on Hoseok's face as he leans him on the counter. Jimin leans down to wiggle the bright tennis shoes off and throw the smelly socks as far as he can.

Suddenly there is a hand in his hair, gently tugging him up. "Wait you are actually here?" Hoseok asks once Jimin's face is level with his.

"Yes hyung, I'm really here and now I'm really going to put you in a shower because you smell." Jimin kisses him quickly before turning and pulling his boyfriend into the bathroom.

He opens the shower door and turns on the water, trying to adjust the temperature as fast as he can. He does have to kick the pillow that somehow made its way into the bathroom door and then further when Hoseok and him shuffled in.

Hoseok does his part and undresses himself, throwing the clothes willy nilly. Eyes trained on his boyfriend's back the while time. Once he is down to just his boxers he steps forward, wrapping his arms around Jimin.

"Why hi there, are you ready for your shower?"

Hoseok just nods into his back, starting to lift Jimin's shirt up as he does.

Jimin turns around, "What are you doing?"

"If we go into the shower you need to undress too," Hoseok pouts. He may be the hyung but he knows Jimin and him care for each other equally.

"Why would I get into the shower?" Jimin smirks, looking up at Hoseok's face.

Hoseok knows that means yes and just starts undressing him without responding.

Jimin smiles and says, "I am only going to shower with you hyung if you promise to take a nap with me after, deal?"

Hoseok smiles at that, "Deal."

And he keeps to his word, they shower, maybe a little slow and maybe they kiss a lot but it remains just a shower. Then they both end up in the bed wrapped in soft bathrobes and curled up together. Hoseok falls asleep first, his soft snores fill the room and make Jimin smile.

"Sleep well hyung, I love you." He kisses his boyfriend again and rests his head so Hoseok's snores move his hair around.

That's how they both fall asleep.

***

It's hot, so much so that Jimin worries the sun will never leave the sky. He seriously regrets going along with Hoseok and wearing all black. Jimin was too distracted by making sure Hoseok ate after their 2 hour nap to argue when his boyfriend dressed him to go to the festival.

Of course Hoseok is now talking to some music producers and American artists, the English is too difficult for Jimin's basic knowledge.

Hoseok seems to be shining, he is in his element. Even with limited ability to communicate he is networking with some of the biggest names. Said man does his best to involve Jimin in every conversation with the help of the translator who is tagging along with them.

Right now Hoseok is getting to talk to his idol J. Cole. He makes Jimin stand next to him and keeps gripping his forearm to keep from vibrating.

Jimin just does his best to follow along and ancor Hoseok without being too boyfriend-y. Mr. Lee, their translator, does tell him the bullet points of the whole conversation. So Jimin keeps his nerves at bay, this isn't about him. The festival is important for his boyfriend.

"Omg Jimin, he noticed my album Hope World is named like his Cole world!" Hoseok's grip tightening grabs his attention. His boyfriend is smiling so big and Jimin can see his feet shifting back and forth. The need to move intensified through the excitment.

"Of course he did hyung, you are so talented," Jimin tells him.

This does the impossible and makes Hoseok smile even more.

"He said he wants to get some photos with us, is that okay?" Jimin just smiles back and nods, it's the real reason he let Hoseok talk him into dressing up.

Mr. Lee and J. Cole's assistant take the photos for them. Jimin only let's himself be in one photo and pushes Hoseok to take more.

Mr. Lee comes to stand next to him while Hoseok says goodbye. "Tomorrow x together are performing soon. Bang Si-Hyuk just asked me to remind you."

"Thank you so much, we will head over now. Do you remember where we can go to watch?" Jimin asks him. He knows the wristbands they were given are full access but Bang PDnim said something to them about how to watch the younger boys perform.

Mr. Lee nods. "You can go stand in the barricade area with other VIP guests. You will be close to the stage so it may be louder than expected."

"What will be loud?" Hoseok asks as he joins them again. Jimin is hyperaware of how he stands next to him and avoids holding his hand.

Dating in secret sucks.

"Mr. Lee reminded me that TxT are performing soon and we get to stand in the barricade area." Jimin brushes his pinkie finger against his boyfriend's.

Mr. Lee nods and checks his phone again. "Would you like me to accompany you?"

They make eye contact and Hoseok answers. "I think we will be okay, thank you so much hyungnim for helping us out."

"Of course, please contact me if you need me. Until then I am going to help out backstage with TxT." Mr. Lee bows to them. They both bow back.

"So let's head to the barricade, or do we need to get anything first?" Hoseok turns to face him.

"We should probably go grab some water," Jimin responds.

So they do. And they watch their dongsaengs kill their performance. They keep talking to each other about how they are proud.

Afterwards they make sure to go congratulate the boys. Both of them do give a couple of critiques on their performance. Although they are things probably only Jimin and Hoseok would notice.

When Bang Si-Hyuk joins them he suggests a company dinner and the couple cannot say no.

Of course the whole night they try to be normal friends and not boyfriends who want to kiss. Bang PDnim may know but they haven't told the younger boys yet, they are still new to the secret keeping side of this business. Plus even in an empty restaurant someone can photograph them.

Which means when they manage to get back to Hoseok's hotel room they both collapse onto the bed and...well let's just say it was not PG13. Not to be a very descriptive narrator but Hoseok does need to let off some steam. Afterall, Jimin doesn't want him to be too nervous for tomorrow.

***

After crashing the night before (and other activities), Hoseok having to place his boyfriend in bed early. He may have let Jimin drink a little bit. Which always leads to Jimin flirting at him loudly while he tries to brush his teeth. And Jimin's teeth.

Surprisingly Hoseok slept well too.

He even allowed himself to be cajoled into a lazy(ish) morning. Which equalled about an hour for breakfast, coffee, and chatting before he headed to the stage. Soundchecks always made him feel both nervous and goofy. So small of a crowd that it feels more intimate.

Jimin claimed to want to stay behind and sightsee a small amount. Hoseok happily predicted it would not last. So he found himself 10 minutes into soundcheck when his boyfriend appeared on stage next to him.

This led to the performer's attempts to just be serious to fail.

Jimin was handed a mic and they may have gotten goofy.

May have. Now that he is getting into position for the performance, he focuses on that memory. Allows the goofy morning performance to battle with his nerves that grow with the sounds of the crowd.

Then of course, he jumps.

***

*cringes in unsmooth transition*

Jimin has watched so many performances in his life. Varying from small dance performances to huge stage productions. Last night he got a feel for how the crowd is so varied and loud.

Still he feels that this is the one performance he looks forward to most.

Apparently dating the person on stage brings you to the same emotional state as performing on one. Hoseok had asked him to be objective and provide critism.

That was not going to happen. No, because the moment his hyung popped up on stage Jimin felt himself fall in love again.

He saw the serious man who he would spend hours in a dance studio with. Hair thrown everywhere and eyes full of passion. Hoseok's voice was even deeper somehow, than it ever sounded on a recording.

Jimin felt pulled towards him. The beat filling his ears.

He even found himself singing along, he cannot always rap as well as Hoseok. But he has heard all the hours if practice so he is decent. Jimin also notices the crowd. He thought they would be very diverse. People who may not know who his boyfriend or he are.

Instead he sees it filled with army bombs, hears them chanting the lyrics along with him. That's why Jimin is proud. He is proud of his boyfriend who looks effortlessly gorgeous on stage and proud of army who support them no matter what.

Jimin misses the stage.

He misses practice.

And he really misses cuddling Hoseok even though he was just kissing him good luck an hour ago. So Jimin jumps up and down he sings and raps. He responds to Hoseok's banter while his hyung catches his breath.

When dynamite starts playing he mimics the dance moves. Playing around since he doesn't exactly know the new moves. He has no critique. He loves every moment. He loves every glance in his direction.

Jimin is as much of a fan as everyone in the crowd. He wishes for an army bomb.

Jimin also wishes to run his fingers through Hoseok's sweaty hair but all in due time.

Then Becky appears on stage. Jimin knows this dance, although he is aware he is in a crowded space.

Becky makes eye contact with him a few times and he always gives her a big smile.

Then he watches as Hoseok finishes off his set. His boyfriend is definitely sweaty so Jimin will be forcing him to take a LONG shower. Sweaty boyfriends are only attractive so long into a relationship.

Jimin even leaves a little early to be waiting for Hoseok back stage when his boyfriend gets there.

"So..." Hoseok pants. There is a makeup artist handing him a hand towel for the sweat.

Jimin just smiles. "Hyung I love you." And then he grabs his boyfriend and gets him to the privacy of the trailer they have been using as a changing room. He kisses his hyung.

Hoseok laughs when he is allowed to take a breath. "That good huh?"

"Jung Hoseok you belong on that stage. I have nothing I would change. I loved it, I was singing and dancing and I just love you," Jimin says. He keeps his hands wrapped in Hoseok's shirt to hold him close.

His boyfriend seems to smile brighter than he has all night. Of course this means Jimin needs to kiss him. Like a lot. Maybe sweaty boyfriends are attractive after years of dating.

Also maybe he really likes watching Hoseok perform in front of thousands and get him alone after.

Jimin does his best to convey his feelings to Hoseok through the kiss. When they finally pull apart neither feels the need to talk. Maybe Hoseok chuckles and maybe he giggles.

But it's theirs. It's private and special and Hoseok is with him, his.

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2007. Bradley, I’m done waiting. For two years, I’ve stood by you. I went to every premiere with you and encouraged you in your career. You promised me multiple times that you would slow down to focus on planning our wedding. I never wanted to complain because this is what you wanted, but I can’t sacrifice my life or my happiness. I love you so much. I take responsibility for not being able to communicate with you. I should have opened up about how I felt. Call me if you want to talk. – Bria

That was the note Bradley found after coming home to find a semi-empty apartment. He realized he had fucked up by not making her a priority. She was his biggest supporter and he took her for granted. He acted like he was single because he enjoyed the attention he received from women. Bria read about his flirting but he assured her it wasn’t true.

He promised Mike and Brad it wasn’t true. But his costars knew better. He talked about his girlfriend and how he was engaged to be married. It was like he had become two different people. The faithful boyfriend and the single man. Bria uprooted herself and moved across the country for him. She said goodbye to her friends because he was so concerned with her safety that he couldn’t stay in LA. For two years, she waited for him but he couldn’t find the time for her.

She had taken her name off the lease and transferred all of the bills into his name. They had split everything according to their income, so she was paying the majority of the bills. He could afford everything, it would just put him on a tighter budget. Yes, he fucked up majorly! He didn’t blame her for leaving him. She deserved a lot better!

After moving out of the apartment she shared with Bradley, Bria moved into a secret townhouse in the Upper East Side in the neighborhood of Lennox Hill. She bought the apartment for fifteen million, nine hundred thousand dollars. It came with a private elevator, a screening room, five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and five stories. The cats had a private room with their toys, litter box, and everything else they needed.

The selling point was the closeness to Central Park. She could easily walk there. While walking around, she also noticed it was close to Target, along with other stores and restaurants. Mike, Shiloh, and Brad were visiting her for the first time since she moved in. They caught a taxi to her building since she didn’t own a car. She met them downstairs and brought them up with their things.

Shiloh was a little sleepy since she had just woken up from a nap. She held her baby doll close to her chest while Brad carried her. The building was very nice! It didn’t look like much from the outside, but it was a different story inside. The cats greeted them with meowing when they got off her private elevator. Shiloh’s eyes lit up. Kitties! Slash and Mama remembered Brad. They both rubbed against his legs. He put Shiloh down on the floor.

Bria helped bring their bags into a spare bedroom. She then asked if they wanted a tour. They both agreed though Shiloh didn’t want to leave the cats. They assured her she could play with them when they came back down. She took Mike’s hand and he thanked her for listening to them. They went through every room on each floor.

“You have a room for your cats”, Mike asked amused.

“I needed to do something with it!”

He and Brad laughed. When they got back downstairs, they sat down on the floor. Bria asked Brad if he knew Justin Bartha. No, he didn’t. Why? He was the guy who told her about Bradley. What was the whole story? They only knew bits and pieces. She started from the beginning. At first, it was great. They worked out a routine where she would essentially take care of the apartment and the chores.

Then, he started taking more and more roles. She asked him to take a break, so they could plan their wedding. He said that he needed to take as many roles as possible to keep his career going. Brad agreed that was true. She didn’t question that because he was working his – butt off. They laughed at her censoring herself. It was like that for about six months. She heard rumors about him flirting with other women. He assured her that they were not true and she believed him.

She wanted to visit him, but he told her there wasn’t enough time. Since she didn’t know anything about how movies were made, she didn’t question that. Then, she got a text message from Justin Bartha. He wanted her to know what was really going on.

“He said he didn’t feel right about me not knowing the truth. Bradley was acting like he was single by flirting with other women, getting their phone numbers, and texting them to meet up. He thought he had slept with at least a couple of them, but he didn’t have confirmation about that. ‘Don’t marry him. He is going to continue doing this to you. You deserve better.’ After that, I thanked him.”

She went down to the office and took her name off the lease. It took a few days, but she put all the bills in his name. She got a hotel room after putting all of her stuff in storage. For the next few weeks, she looked for a new place. She went through her finances with an advisor and he told her what she could afford. That was when she found her new townhouse. Did Bradley know she did all of that? No, he came home to her and her cats gone. The only thing she left was a note.

Oh my god! They were impressed by how much she did without anyone knowing. How much was she paying for? They split the bills according to income, so she was paying the majority of them. Along with groceries and household expenses. He paid the rent because that was what he could afford, while occasionally helping with groceries.

“I am so impressed that you did all of that yourself! Have you met Justin yet”, Mike asked.

“No, not yet. He is going to text me when he’s back in New York, so we can meet up.”

Brad was angry with his good friend. He trusted him not to hurt his girl, but he did. When they got home, he was going to have a conversation with him. It was not the kind of conversation he could have over the phone. Mike would make sure he didn’t kick his ass. She gave both of them a fist bump. Shiloh didn’t hear their conversation because she was too focused on the cats.

They were both being gentle with her. At two years old, she didn’t know better. She hugged Mama by laying her head down on her stomach and called her a pretty kitty. Brad told her that was a very nice thing to say! She smiled, making them laugh at how adorable she was. Were they hungry? There were restaurants nearby. Yeah, they could do that. Shiloh said goodbye to the cats, then grabbed her baby doll. Bye, little human. Mike took her hand because they didn’t want her to get lost.

Just so you’re aware, Mike and I are with Bria and she told us everything from her side. When can we meet up? We’re in town until the end of the week. Let me know. – Brad

As they walked down the street, she pointed out different places to eat. They decided on an inexpensive café. After sitting down, Brad got a text from Bradley. He was in the doghouse and he knew it.

Since he was in town, they agreed to meet up the following day while Bria and Shiloh were out doing something in the city. Maybe they could go to Central Park and walk around. They chose a time before he turned off his phone. Mike jokingly told him to not kill him. He promised he wouldn’t.

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