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bittersweetmorality · 3 years

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— chuuya boyfriend headcannons (sfw & nsfw)+ drabble

☾ genre: SFW and NSFW Headcannons (NSFW section is marked-- 18+)

☾ pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x GN!reader (reader is given the name ‘mommy’ in the drabble)

☾ warnings: none for the SFW– general smut for the NSFW ??

☾ w/c: 1,978 words

☾ a/n: hey lol :D as a certified chuuya fucker, i just had to. i literally have like three other chuuya drafts that i’m currently working on. hopefully they turn out like i want and i can post them bc :| the chuuya tag is starving. anyway i hope i can populate it just a tad. thanks for reading bugs !

— SFW

lemme start off by saying that he will treat yo ass RIGHT. ON MY MOMMA.

not to bring his trauma into this already but :| my man has major abandonment issues. he will not do anything to jeopardize your relationship, and he honestly just values your happiness above anything else

you just know how much he cares about the fellow members of the mafia– even though they don’t requite the same amount of love that he gives them, he still loves them wholeheartedly

even dazai

little shit

his love language is definitely touch and gift-giving. no i don’t accept criticism because i’m right

you’re telling me he wouldn’t absolutely spoil you with expensive gifts ?? mans is a mafia executive– he’s making hella bank, and he is spending it all on you

he’s also definitely a pretty clingy significant other, but good luck trying to get him to admit that :|

his life is… well… yaknow

there’s always a lot going on there..... he’s stresst

he wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms after a long day-- especially if he just came back from a hard day at work

times like this are when he’s most clingy-- he feels like he almost lost you, and now he never wants to let you go

many, many times he’s fallen asleep like this; you’re basically suffocating in his grip as his eyelids flutter closed, either on the couch or your bed

but of course you’re not going to complain

and he’s so glad you don’t

he’s also the type to almost never explicitly say that he loves you at first, it’s simply not something that comes naturally to him

instead he indulges in his love languages profusely, and he just hopes you get the message

he’s also afraid that you’ll leave him if he says something like that, so for a long time he doesn’t :(

so when you come home to a bottle of expensive wine wrapped in an exquisite red ribbon, you know he just wants to tell you how much he loves you

eventually, of course he’s comfortable with you enough to say it, and it comes completely natural

and since he’s such a romantic, he says it every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed without fail

he’s definitely the type to show you off too

like, as he’s having a conversation with someone, he’ll suddenly get really loud when talking about you so everyone within a three-mile radius can hear

“well, you see i would go out drinking with you tonight, but i actually have a date. with my partner. you know them, right? here’s a picture i took of them a few days ago, just look a-”

also: biggest hype man

you could open a jar of jam and he’d be like “holy shit, you go babe”

nakahara chuuya kiss me rn challenge

anyway, basically he’ll love and support you no matter what

like truly you’re like a walking ray of sunshine to him

anyway !!!! DATES !!!!!!!

dates with chuuya are planned. always.

like i SAID he’s a hopeless ROMANTIC MY GOD

he absolutely loves picking you up at your doorstep and taking you for a ride around town on his motorcycle

speaking of which, your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tight as he drives the bike is literally his favorite thing in the world. oh my god you’re going to make him melt

and i know for a fact your first kiss with him was after he dropped you off at your door when your first date was at its end

it was almost completely perfect honestly, except when your faces were just mere inches from one another, his hat bumped into your forehead and fell to the ground

baby was so embarrassed-- he went bright red and picked up his hat, basically shielding his face

he just wanted the date to be completely perfect– and it was!! until that happened

but obviously you just let out a light giggle and pulled him against you, and he quickly closed the gap between your lips

also, chuuya sleeps in

he sleeps a lot <33

that being said he loves lazy mornings

it’s well past 11, but you’re still laying in his arms– who is he to get up?? and disturb the peace??????

he will not.

also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can’t even emphasize this enough, but please comb your fingers through his hair

there’s a chance he might melt into a puddle on the spot and never recover but still

on the rare occasion where he’s the little spoon--

(which, speaking of which, @dazai-centric has a headcannon that chuuya always insists on being the big spoon no matter what, but on rare occasions he lets himself be wrapped up in your arms and THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.)

anyway, so on this rare occasion

where his head is basically buried in the junction between your shoulder and your neck, and you just rake your fingers through his hair softly

he dead. dead as hell.

and ERRRRM. kisses with him are just……… wow…………

naturally, he always wants to be the best at everything-- it’s just his personality

and kisses are no exception

he has to be the BEST

and he is

so, kisses are always so passionate and rough

okay hold on maybe this should go under the NSFW category 😐

ANYWAY!!!! 19472946/10 boyfriend

— NSFW

so rough sex is very common for y’all 😁

he likes to take his frustrations out from the day like this, and honestly you don’t complain

he definitely has a high sex drive so 😁

obviously you have an established safe-word and talk about everything before anything transpires because the LAST thing he wants is to hurt you in any way

but if you ask him to spank you he is definitely not gunna say no <3 chuuya said spanking kink

speaking of kinks

bondage xoxo

this goes both ways— he likes to tie your wrists to the headboard with rope and tie your legs down if you’re okay with it

for him, he likes his wrists cuffed to the bed

but he definitely doesn’t like all of his power stripped away by having him completely tied up

also he loves eye contact

that’s why missionary and mating press are his favorite positions <3

he likes to grab you by the jaw and make you look at him when he’s fucking you

“hey, hey, princess what did we say? if you want to cum, look me in the eyes when i fuck you, yeah?”

he loves praise and degradation equally

but if you’re degrading him don’t go too far :((

degrade slightly him while he’s on the bottom and he’s putty in your hands

now, if you praise him while he’s on top, get ready to not be able to walk for the next 3-5 business days because that’ll feed his ego a LOOOT

and he’ll just get lost in the moment because he loves you....... so much

he degrades you slightly, but only during foreplay

he calls you his little slut, or his whore

“aw, so wet for me and we’re barely getting started, doll. such a little whore, aren’t you?”

when you actually get into it, it’s all praise from him

he wants you to know how important you are to him, how good you feel and just everything on his mind

he loses his filter in the moment awn god

“so fucking perfect, i only want you. you’re mine. god, you feel so fucking good.”

he loves to hear you too-- it really feeds his ego

but sometimes if he’s really had a rough day, he’ll make you gag on his finger or wrap his hand around your neck

he doesn’t squeeze too hard nor genuinely make you gag, he just likes the way your eyes are barely able to meet his because he’s making you feel so good

but ANYWAY pet names are a MUST with him

he calls you doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, dove, doll

basically every sweet name under the sun during sex

he likes you to call him sir 😁

this man has no shame when it comes to noise

like absolutely none

since he’s possessive, he wants people to know he’s fucking you, and how good he feels because of you

no one else can make him feel that way and he wants everyone to know

so he’s LOOOUUUDD,,,, especially in your ear

he likes leaning down and moaning in your ear, just to get a reaction out of you

he makes fun of you for it later on, and you have his full permission to smack that smug little smirk off his face

but the amount of times you had to stop mid-way because y’all got knocks on your door from your neighbours 😐 they’re so sick of y’all

on average, you have sex at least 4 times a week

that’s not including quickies tho

did i mention that chuuya loves quickies <3

especially when it’s in his office and he fucks you on his desk

and because he doesn’t care who hears him-- you bet your ass the entire Port Mafia has heard you

he likes to go down on you for quickies more than actual sex, and he will respectfully never decline a blowjob

because he’s a gentleman

anyway

sorry to any of y’all who have a breeding kink,,, but chuuya definitely does not

he’s so afraid of having kids

moving on

onto sub!chuuya

did somebody say SWITCH 🤨☝️

chuuya did <3

now for a long time he doesn’t really let his submissive side out because,,, it’s a really vulnerable part of him yaknow?

but after a while, and after he’s completely trusted you to take care of him like that

oh boy

bottom bitch <3

still loud as HELL

except it’s less of moaning and more of whining

he’s such a whiner

and a brat

mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mo

also i don’t really know how else to describe it but-- if you force him to look you in the eyes and use a stern tone

..........dead. dead as hell.

now take this drabble as a tribute to sub!chuuya

“and why should i listen to you? what are you gunna do?” chuuya furrowed his brows at you, as if he was challenging you.

“aw, baby,” you leaned down from your position of straddling him, caging his head between your arms. “you still have so much to say even though your hands are handcuffed to the bed. so bold, aren’t you?” you stroked his lower lip gently, and he whimpered lowly in response.

suddenly, you sat up, getting into a position to prepare to get up off of him completely, “but, you’re right. what am i going to do? i guess i’ll just leave you here for the rest of the night. go-”

“WAIT!! NO- I-” he bit his lip to stop any more words from escaping him.

“’wait’? is there something you wanna say, baby?” your legs trapped his once again.

“... please.”

he averted your gaze, and you reached down to grip his jaw sternly, moving his head to face you completely.

“please what?”

no answer.

“you know i can’t read your mind, baby. you’re going to have to use your w-”

“please fuck me.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost too quickly to even be audible, still, your lips shifted into a gentle smile.

but you weren’t completely content with him yet.

“and what’s my name?”

“...mommy.”

“and you want mommy to fuck you, is that right?”

“...yes. please...”

you planted a passionate kiss onto his lips, and upon breaking it, you shifted closer to his ear.

“well, i can’t say no since you asked so nicely, now can i?”

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kimnjss · 4 years

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(bonus) felt weird | kth + jjk

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!taehyung + fuckboi!jeongguk

⤑ genre: smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 3.4K

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, mxm, anal fingering, handjob, blowjob, the quickest nipple play, dom!taehyung if you like squint, jeongguk is soft as hell tho. protected anal sex.

⤑ chapter song: strawberries & cigarettes // troy sivan

⤑ A/N: this was not planned but a looot of you have been asking for a peak into the sideships lives so i thought i’d treat you guys!! okay, im real nervous abt this bc it’s my first member x member thing ., so i really hope you guys like it! . this also can be read outside the plot , so if you skip this part you won’t miss anything ~

DECEMBER 13TH, 2019 | 23:49

Thighs pressed together, Jeongguk could feel the pounding of his heart in his ears. Body frozen beside Taehyung, unconsciously holding his breath as the pictures flashed on the TV screen in front of them. Half-eaten bowl of chips between them, he tried his best to concentrate on the words coming from the main character's lips and not the fact that Tae had shown up in a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts that still seemed to tighten around his thighs.

'We don't have to do anything', had typed the words out to ease the mood a bit, but of course, Jeongguk couldn't deny how badly he wanted to do something... anything with Taehyung. How could he not?

Dark locks falling in dark curls on his propped pillow, his soft sweet scent tickling his nostrils. Nothing too strong where it was too much to bear, just a subtle hint of something sweet that had him wanting to lean in to get a better whiff. On the verge of doing just that, but stilling when Taehyung's body shifts beside him.

Jeongguk watches with stilled breaths as Tae turns onto his side, hands resting underneath his cheek. Pretty brown eyes catching the younger's wide ones, a soft chuckle slips past Tae's lips. “Are you even watching the movie?”

“Oh, course I am!” The answer comes a bit too quickly, but he can't help it with the fact that he had just been caught gawking. Like openly gawking, mouth agape, and everything. He'd check if there was drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth, yet he had a bit more self-respect than to make this situation more humiliating that it was.

It was so unlike Jeongguk to feel this nervous, this rigid around someone he wanted to fuck. That's what this was, right? He wanted to fuck Taehyung... or have Taehyung fuck him... and that's why he invited him over, that was the sole reason he was laid in his bed right now. So why did he feel so tongue-tied? What was with this weird strum of his heart? Why couldn't he just make a damn move!?

“I don't think you're really watching...” Taehyung trails off as he scoots a bit closer to the wide-eyed boy. A single hand lifting to trace over the u-shaped collar of his shirt. “Think you've got your eyes set on something else,” There's a hushed teasing tone to Taehyung's voice, one that has the breath catching in Jeongguk's throat – cheeks darkening at the reminder of being caught.

Eyes darting over the older male's sharp features. The lazy droop of his eyes housed by those thick tantalizing eyebrows. The strong line of his nose and the adorable beauty mark at the tip that Jeongguk can't believe he hasn't tried to kiss yet. And that strong jaw, the number of kisses he'd like to leave there too... not to mention those full lips of his that looked oh so inviting.

No idea where to start, so he laid frozen under the gentle strokes of Tae's fingers against his chest – trying to figure out if he had missed the words that came out of his mouth while he was lost in his admiration.

“You don't want to tell me?” A small pout shapes Tae's lips, eyes lifting to look at Jeongguk through his long eyelashes. The heat rises up the sides and back of his neck as his mouth opens and closes, desperately trying to form words – at the same time trying to remember when he felt this frazzled in front of a guy... or girl, coming up with none on both ends. This was the first time he was at a loss of words. Movements stunned by the mere presence of a person.

The television has become nothing but background noise as slender fingers crawl down the front of Jeongguk's shirt, curling around the hem of it. “Were you thinking about me wrecking you? Turning you to a whiny mess underneath me?”

It's cute, the way Jeongguk's lips shift into a defensive pout, gaining some of his fight back as he shifts his head so he can get a better look at Taehyung's face. “I'm not whiny.” He counters, ignoring the slight whine of his voice in the very protest. Taehyung laughs, nodding his head unconvinced.

“Wanna bet?” In one swift movement, Taehyung is draping one of his legs over Jeongguk's waist – lifting his body to straddling his hips, knocking over, and spilling chips all over the freshly washed bed sheets. Jeongguk doesn't even flinch at the greasy mess staining his sheets, wide eyes focused on the attractive man on top of him.

His hips brush over against Jeongguk's as he lowers his body until their faces are only inches apart – noses practically touching. “Is this okay?” Tae's large hand lifts to cup Jeongguk's cheek gently, taking a moment to search his eyes for any sign of protest. For any indication that he misread the shy behavior as a yield of dominance, but Jeongguk is quick to nod his head – hand landing on Tae's hip for good measure.

There's a faint smile that spreads across Taehyung's lips before he's leaning in the rest of the way, taking his time with pressing his lips against Jeongguk's. A soft sigh leaves the younger's lips at the first bit of contact, head instantly tilting up to steal more of soft lip feeling.

Warmth spreads throughout his limbs from the tingling touch of their lips moving each other, slowly. A hesitant introduction that has Jeongguk's free hand raising, tangling in the boy's messy locks – holding his head still in order to feel more of him. Taste more of him, with the swipe of his tongue over soft lips.

Taehyung is opening his mouth with a groan, electric shocks of pleasure cruising through his veins as the kiss grows deeper. Fogs his brain to the point he feels delirious, just from the simple lip contact. Jeongguk feels the same, panting and trying to regulate his heart rate when their lips detach.

“That felt weird,” The younger boy breaths out, his words causing a look of confusion to take over his elder's features. Tongue swiping over his lips, he can still taste the strawberry balm fro Jeongguk's lips.

He can't help the slight flash of worry from Jeongguk's words. Weird? Who describes a kiss... a kiss like that, as weird? Straightening his back slightly, Taehyung doesn't stand from his lap but attempts to put a bit of distance between their faces. “What do you mean weird? Have you never kissed a guy before?” Maybe that's what it was? That's why it was weird, because it was his first same sex kiss, right?

Jeongguk is quick to shake his head, a cocky laugh leaving his lips. He sits up slightly, so he's able to rest his back against the headboard of his bed and his face isn't so far from Taehyung's anymore. “No. I've kissed dudes before,” He doesn't hide the roll of his big doe eyes. “Just not like that...”

The smile is returning back on Taehyung's features, taking pride in the tiny confession. 'Not like that', it didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant by that, but of course, Taehyung was a big fan of words. So he's not stopping the next set of words from falling from his lips.

“Good weird, then?” Eyebrow quirked and a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Words laced with a playful undertone that Jeongguk is quickly catching on to. Their smirk matches as he reaches up to knit his fingers in the hair at the back of Taehyung's head, using the grip to pull his face down closer to his. “Hm, not sure. Let's do it again,”

There's roughness behind the kiss, a hunger that can only be sated with more. Tongues fighting against each other, the soft bites of Taehyung's teeth on his lips force breathy whimpers from his lips. A large hand travels between their bodies, grasping Jeongguk's length lightly through the fabric of his sweats, making his hips jerk up.

Laughter falls from Tae's lips, their lips parting as he flashes a smirk to the man below him. “Someone's sensitive,” He coos, large hand stroking Jeon's cock as he shifts and squirms with every stroke, trying to feel more than he's being given.

“Take that shirt off,” Taehyung speaks, waits for Jeongguk to reach for the bottom of his shirt before he's slipping his hand down the waistband of his sweats. Fishing through his boxers to grasp his cock and pull it from its confines. At the same time, Jeongguk is staring at his elder with lust-filled eyes, not being able to mask the moans falling from his lips from the new pressure on his cock.

There's a twist of Tae's wrist as his hand slides up and down Jeongguk's shaft, eyes lifting to find the already fucked out expression on his face. “You're getting so hard already,” He points out with a lick of his lips. “Do you like it when I play with your cock?” A teasing tone laces his words, but Jeongguk is so concentrated on getting more that he doesn't pause to chastise it.

Instead, he lets another moan fall from his lips, hips rising to hold evidence of the frantic nod of his head. Panted breaths leaving his lips that only grow breathy as Taehyung leans his body onto his, mouth latching onto the brown of his nipple – not hesitating to roll his tongue over the peaked nub.

Jeongguk is reacting instantly to the new contact, length twitching, and hand curling in the dark strands of her. “Are you sensitive here too?” Tae questions with one last teasing lick before he's lifting his head to look up at Jeongguk's face. “Bet you could come just like this, huh?”

The shake of Jeongguk's head comes instant, stilling the movement of Tae's hand on his erection which has a whimper falling from the younger's lips. But he doesn't want to come yet, doesn't want the night to end so soon and with the way Tae is talking to him, teasing him... and if the throb of his cock was any indication, he knows he won't last much longer.

All over a short little handjob, he must be wound real tight if he's getting like this from a simple stroke of the hand. “I want to suck you off,” Jeongguk's confessing what had been polluting his mind since the started their first movie. The tent formed at the front of Tae's pants only adding to his desire of wanting to feel the stretch in his jaw. Even if he's never done it before.

Taehyung doesn't waste a moment with getting off of Jeon's lap, a groaned 'Fuck yeah,' leaving his lips as he leans back beside him. Gukkie follows his movements until he's crouched between Tae's spread legs. Tattooed hand reaching up to tug the front of his shorts down just enough until his cock is springing free.

Much longer than he had expected, thicker too. Maybe his playful bragging about wrecking him did hold some merit. The tip an angry red, long veins wrapped around its entirety. A smirk plays on Tae's face as he watches the younger boy admiring his girth. “Sure you can handle me?”

Jeongguk is silencing his words with the quick way his hand wraps around the base, slowly dragging his hand up to the tip. A dribble of precum glides down the side of his length and Jeongguk has the urge to lick it up. So he does. Hot tongue swirled around his bulbous head, Taehyung had expected a bit more teasing so the shocked groan that leaves his lips is expected to Gukkie's ears.

Knowing what got himself off when he was getting head, Jeongguk is easily able to fall into the rhythm of things. Head lower inch by inch as his hand worked the portion he couldn't quite fit into his mouth. Cheeks hallowed as he bobbed his head up and down, using the sound of Tae's moans as encouragement to what he liked – what he wanted more of.

With his head tilted back just slightly and a hand buried in Jeongguk's hair, Tae can't help the warmth that washes over his body. Breath hitching as Jeongguk's eyes lifts to catch the hooded eyed stare of the man above him. He looked so good with his mouthful, big eyes glazed with lust – the sight alone has Taehyung's cock twitching against his hot tongue.

He's pulling off at the feeling, hand lazily working of his shaft. “Close already? Should I just make you cum now?” Jeongguk teases and Taehyung is coherent enough to roll his eyes. Able to lift his body until he can reach the waistband of Gukkie's shorts, tugging them down past his thighs. “You did such a good job sucking me off,” He compliments, not letting Jeongguk forget who exactly is in charge here. “Turn around for me,” The order comes directly after, words deep and demanding. Sending a shiver down Jeongguk's spine where he's turning quickly, settling on all fours and baring his ass to the younger man.

Not bothering with any banter or faked protest, done hiding the fact that he wouldn't mind – like at all – be wrecked by Taehyung. Especially now knowing how long and thick he was, the idea of him stretching him out the only thing on his mind since he first fit him into his mouth.

“Fuck, what a cute little ass,” Jeongguk's face is instantly flushing at the praise, hips moving back to show off more of his bottom. A chuckle falls from Taehyung's lips, both hands dropping onto his cheeks to spread them slightly, revealing the puckered hole. “You look so tight too,” Tae lets a glob of spit roll off of the tip of his tongue, it sliding down the crack of Jeongguk's ass and collecting at his hole.

Easily, Taehyung is fitting his cock between his cheeks, “Gonna let me fuck you open?” He wonders, grinning at the quick nod of Jeongguk's head. “Please,” He whimpers out, feeling himself grow harder just from the thought of it.

Hips rocking slowly, Tae sets a teasing pace of his cock dragging between Jeon's cheeks, the younger moving back against his thrusts – desperate for any type of friction. Tattooed hand wrapped around his shaft, shallow strokes on his member to add to the pleasure.

“Condoms and lube?” Taehyung breathes out, a groan chasing the words. Just the simple strokes against Jeongguk has him harder and more ready than he had been before. Not able to wait any longer before he's able to sink into him.

“Top drawer,” Words rushed and breathy, Jeongguk points in the direction of his nightstand. Leaning over him, Tae is able to reach the nightstand to fish through for what he needed. The position has his dick pressed firmly against Jeongguk's hole, which has him moaning back arching slightly.

Once he's retrieved what he needs, Tae is leaning back allowing a chuckle to fall from his lips at the desperate boy below him. “You're so eager,” He comments with a laugh, lip tucked between his teeth as he secures the rubber onto his length.

“Hurry, please.” There's whine in his voice, hands dropping from his throbbing cock to spread his cheeks apart. “Fuck, you're so hot,” Tae replies, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his hand before doing the same on Jeongguk.

He doesn't waste a second with sliding his fingers past the taut hole, able to push three in with an ease that has his eyebrows raising. Jeongguk must sense his curiosity, or he's growing impatient with the quick way he says, “I already prepped,”

A chuckle falls from Tae's lips as he pulls his fingers out, “Thought you said we didn't have to do anything?” He teases, hand wrapping around his own shaft and lifting it to line the head up with Jeongguk's hole.

“Yeah, but I hoped-” There's strain in his voice, words being cut off by the stretch of Taehyung's head entering him. He takes his time, watching as Jeongguk swallows his deeper inch by inch until his hips are pressed flush to his ass. “Ah, fuck.” Gukkie grunts, letting out the breath he had been holding since he first pushed in.

Hands gripping his hips, Taehyung pulls back with a long groan. “You're still so tight,” He points out. “It feels good, keep going.” Jeongguk urges him on and without any hesitation, Tae is pushing forward again.

It takes only a few thrusts for them to fall into rhythm, Jeongguk pushing back each time Tae is surging forward. That familiar warmth has begun to spread through Jeongguk's chest, the same feeling he had felt when they had first kissed. He can't help but wonder if Taehyung is feeling it too.

One large hand set on his waist, the other buried in his hair is all he can manage to ground himself. Buried deep inside of Jeongguk, yet the pressure around his cock is the... second thing on his mind. It's hard to ignore the swell of his heart from the sound of the younger male's moans, him panting and asking for more.

The simple booty call he had thought he came here for taking on a different meaning, so quickly and so strong that he didn't have it in him to fight it. The only thing heard around the room was the steady slap of skin, mixed with their breathy moans – but Jeongguk and Tae are sure the frantic pound in their chest drowns out that noise.

Reaching around his body, Taehyung is able to wrap his hand around Jeongguk's shaft. Could tell the boy was close with the way he was withering beneath him. And with just a few timed strokes of his shaft, he's spilling out with a grunted breath – body collapsing forward onto the mattress, a string of curse words leaving his lips.

Just from the sight of Jeongguk falling apart has Tae teetering over the edge. Carefully, he's sliding from inside of him. Fingers working to peel the damp condom from his shaft as Jeongguk turns his body to lay onto his back. As soon as the condom is whisked away, Jeongguk's hand is reaching to wrap around Taehyung's shaft.

Stroking him all the way to his release. Sweaty damp hair, flushed cheeks, and dazed eyes – both boys are sure they look a mess to the other right now. Little did they know, they're both in agreement with how handsome they look. “Oh, fuck!” Tae's calling out, legs stiffening as his arousal shoots from his shaft, landing in thick streaks on Gukkie's abdomen.

He works him all the way through his release, reaching for the blanket to wipe the arousal from his chest and stomach as Taehyung falls into the space beside him. There's a permanent smile on Jeongguk's face as he turns onto his side, admiring the post-orgasm face beside him.

“Did that feel weird too?” He can't help the words from falling from his lips after moments of just laying there in silence. Taehyung's eyes had fallen closed in the past time, but they were now peaked open, taking in Jeongguk's soft features.

He's nodding his head. “Yeah. But a good weird.”

Jeongguk is smiling wide in agreement, a lazy arm reaching up to tangle in Tae's messy hair. Pulling his head down so he's able to press a smiling kiss to his lips. Tae kisses him back slowly, hand reaching up to cup the side of his face.

“You want to go eat?” Tae's asking causally, and if Jeongguk wasn't taken by then he surely was now. Amazed with the way he lucked out with this guy that was so much like him, but so different at the same time. It all worked.

Yet, there was one problem.

A problem that has a pink tint dusting over Gukkie's cheeks. “Yes, I would like that a lot... I just, uh... my legs are still tingling.” The grin that spreads onto Taehyung's lips can't be described as anything but triumphant.

He's propping his body up slightly so he can get a better look at the male, grin growing by the second. “I told you I'd wreck you.” There's pride in his voice, it only growing heavier by the moment. “And don't think I didn't hear you whining, Mr. I don't whine,”

Jeongguk is rolling his eyes instantly, masking the smile that fights its way onto his lips. Not willing to deny that he's ready to become a whiny mess for this man whenever he wanted, but not willing to stroke his ego either.

So he takes for kissing him instead, quickly becoming addicted to the stutter in his chest from the feeling of soft lips pressed against his.

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

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cherry-cheshire · 3 years

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Day 1: "You make me a better person" or Quotes/Lyrics

Lyrics. Staring by Tipling Rock

I actually don't know what to say, it's my first time writing a drabble or whatever, enjoy i guess. I'm shy and out of words so, i'm gonna stop talking.

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Dean was enjoying his sleep, relaxed and comfy on his bed smiling like a fool at the memories of the past evening. Last night he and Cas were celebrating their 6 month anniversary of marriage, Sam coocked the dinner for them and was their waiter (Dean asked him), Eileen was in charge of decorating, Jack in charge of the music, played some songs of Led Zeppelin, little bit of Guns n' Roses, and Dean can swear he heard one song of Taylor Swift, however it was very romantic. They got some wine and whisky, got tipsy and Dean lead Cas, with a lot of touching and kisses, to their room, getting in the pants of each other, they almost ended up in the floor, but fortunately they get in their bed. And finally enjoyed the heat of the other.

A body moved in Dean's arms, Cas' head was in the chest of Dean, arms hugging his torso, while Dean's hands were tracing circles in the back of his now-human lover, legs intertwined neath the blankets. Dean tight his embrace, then a cute humming make his way from Cas' throat to Dean's ears, Dean smiled widely

"Morning sunshine.." Dean greeted as a pair of sleepy blue eyes focused their gaze on the green one.

"Morning..."- Cas smiled tiredly, pulling away from the embrace just a little to look at his husband. The hunter and his ex-angel stare at each other for a couple of minutes.

It makes me wonder, I kinda wonder

I wonder how you look so right

It don't matter, it doesn't matter

If soon you're out of sight

Both of them smiling in love holding stares. "How are you this gorgeous?" Dean asked in a whisper, looking adoringly at Cas , admiring the wrinkles on Cas' eyes, some of the grey hair on both sides of his head. Just admiring Cas. The latter smiled wide, more awaken now and with his cheeks turning into a light pink.

"I don't know Dean....how are you this handsome?" Cas said, almost with the same tenderly tone his hunter used, showing a gummy smile, making Dean's heart race, almost jumping out of his chest.

"Well...i don't know either, but man! I have the most pretty and precious husband of all" Dean stated getting more close to Cas' face, grabbing his waist. Cas started laughing taking the blanket and covering his head with it.

"Dean.." Cas said, his voice muffled by the blanket.

"Yes hon?" Dean lifted the blanket covering himself, now being under it next to Cas. The ex-angel, cup the cheek of his husband with his left hand, caressing it with his thumb.

"I love you.." Cas sigh with a lovely voice, only to Dean to hearing.

Alright now, are you on my side

How I've got a secret to tell you

'Cause I know that you haven't heard

But what if I told you just how much I need you

I've got some news to tell you

Do you need me too?

"I love you too, Cas." Dean said rubbing the nose of his lover with his own. "And i missed you a looot, babe" Cas grined by the cute name and enjoying the touch.

"I missed you too, Dean". Cas shorted the gap between his lips and his husband's. The kiss was slowly and lazy, not going at some direction at all, it was just for the sake of kissing. Dean felt butterflies all over his bodie, it was their first kiss in the morning after a long week without seeing each other. Dean, Sam and Eileen went for a case at the other side of the state, a witch, and then a pair of werewolves crossing at their path. While Cas, Jack, Claire and Kaia found a case in other state, zombies and a djinn. Easy cases for both groups.

Dean broke the kiss to start kissing all over Cas' face, his nose, both cheeks, forehead, reaching the top of his head, lowering to the jaw, and again to his lips. Cas take all of love Dean was giving him. Cas pull apart just to repeat the actions of his husband. Dean was more than delighted to let his lover love him.

Dean started caressing Cas' naked shoulders, making the love session stop, Castiel take the blanket apart from their heads, Dean lowered his hands to Cas' waist one more time to hug him. The ex-angel put his arms on both sides of Dean's neck, pressing their foreheads together, closing their eyes breathing the escense of the other.

"Enjoyed the hunt?" Dean broke the silence, opening his eyes, to look at the blue ones.

"Yes, it was...very exciting" Cas hummed. "You should have seen Jack, punching those zombies and Kaia shooting them, and of course, Claire, helping me fight with the djinn..." Cas answered with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Our babies, not being babies anymore huh".

"I think so, they grow up really fast..." Castiel said with a sigh at the end. "Did you enjoyed your hunt?" Cas asked this time.

"Yeah, well, it was pretty amazing, I was pretty amazing" Dean said with proud making Cas to smile. "I just needed you by my side, watching how your husband fought those monsters at clean fist" Dean smirk at how Cas' was watching him with a faked expression of amusement.

"Well, i hope i still can have the chance to see my awesome husband on fight" Cas said against Dean's cheek.

"Hell yeah, whenever my love" The hunter said leading his face to Cas', finding his mouth, kissing his husband again. The latter kissing him too.

You got me staring like a fool

Yeah I know you want me too

When you look back at me

Ah boy, I know you get me

My eyes and your eyes

The sunlight, it's alright

Yeah, how could I look right past ya

You got me staring at ya

Dean pulled away, pecking Cas' lips again and again, Castiel did the same, finishing with a loud kiss in Dean's jaw. They were still holding each other, not wanting to break the embrace, to stop feeling the heat of the other, to stop touching each other. Holding their gazes, green eyes staring at the blue ones, speaking through their looks. Just God Knows what they were tolding to one another.

"I'm so in love with you, Castiel Winchester" Dean took the hand of Cas and kissed his ring, the one that Dean placed on the left hand of his now husband.

"I'm in love with you too, Dean" Cas smiled at the cute gesture of his lover, Castiel took the left hand of Dean, and kissed his ring too. Both staring at each other again, one of Dean's favorite routines by the way.

"Maybe you are not an angel anymore but..." Dean put his hand on Cas' back, caressing the place where, maybe, his lover's wings were. "You still look like one, all beautiful, gorgeous and awesome" Dean finished his sentence with that excited voice.

Cas was out of words, at the edge to let some tears escape from his eyes. He was biting his lip, stopping him from cry. "Dean...." Cas said finally, "You are really, the most beautiful human being ever created, i can't believe i'm married with this lovely creature, i never expected to be with you in this way, Dean, i...i felt the most happiest person in the world when you reciprocated my feelings." Cas was finally crying, Dean let a tiny laugh out.

"Then i was the second happiest person in the world, man, when i got you back, i-i felt i could breath again" The couple were shaking a little. "What can i say Cas? I couldn't believe you wanted, you want me the way i want you, i still can't. But don't worry babe, we have a lot of years coming to believe it."

"All right then, I love you" Cas said again, he's never gonna get tired to say those three words to his other half.

"I love you, too" Dean neither.

Sorry if i'm late but write is not that easy bro, and well english is not my first language so be kind XD, i hope you enjoyed thanks ♥️

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neo-culture-mafia · 4 years

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[01:27AM] “What are you doing here?” You heard Kun's voice behind you, making you turn to see your brother standing with his Pj's on.

“Hungry.” You lift the chips you were eating for him to see. “You?”

“Same. Don’t mind me, I’m just here to casually steal your past midnight snack.” Kun added as he sat next to you on the top of the stairs, taking a handful of chips and making you laugh when he put all of them at once in his mouth. “But really, what are you doing here? Don’t pretend like you don’t have a bunch of snacks hidden in your room, because I know you do.”

“I hate that you know me so well.” You closed your eyes for a second, chucking at how much of a fool you looked trying to hide from your brother that something was bothering you. “I'm just trying to vanish the anxiety away. In a few hours, I’ll have to avoid dying right on my birthday, so... not really what I have dreamed of for myself.”

“I know it sucks having to go on the field right on your birthday, but we’ll compensate you with a not so surprise party later, it’ll be worth it.” He reassured you.

“I know it will, it’s just... I had pictured an entirely different life for myself when I was a child and now I kind of feel like I’ve failed that little girl. Maybe that’s just the fear of not being an adult yet dawning on me.” You shrugged, thinking about how stupid you were sounding, but since your brother was the one listening, you didn’t care.

“Let me tell you something. Did you know I almost passed out when Taeyong told me he wanted me to lead the China's base?” He confessed, making your eyes go wide open. “Wait, what?” “I know, right? I felt like I didn’t deserve it and something in me kept saying how I wasn’t ready to take that responsibility. I thought I would never bring home the results Taeyong expected me to bring.” He continued, taking a few more chips and putting them in your mouth as you paid full attention to every single one of his words.

“How did you overcome it?” You shyly asked, feeling a little guilty for the fact that you have never heard about that struggle your brother had gone through until now.

“First, with your and my friends' help. And second, I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, changing my mindset. I really, really, REALLY hate this word.” His face twisted, making you laugh at how your brother disliked those coaching bullshits. “But changing the way I thought about leadership actually helped me. When I thought about being a leader, I imagined someone capable of leading a team to bring amazing results, when I actually should’ve thought of it as leading the team during the process of achieving a result. That actually fits overall life as well.”

“Why did you never talk to me about it before?” You questioned, staring right at your brother’s eyes.

“I didn’t have to. You were always by side saying that I still had room for improving my leadership skills along with the team improvement and that there was the reason why I made such a great leader: I was willing to improve TOGETHER with them. It took me time to become an adult... time, tears, a looot of insecurities, but a lot of happy moments as well. Don’t rush yourself, you’ll get there, just enjoy the ride.” He completed, motioning a rollercoaster with one of his hands, pinching your nose at the end of it, giving you a smile that easily warmed the cold night.

“Is this your big brother talk you promised to give me when I was 10 years old?” You asked himself, trying to hide how proud you felt at your brother for having grown to be such a wise man. And a good friend.

“This is ONE of them. I have a million of these speeches saved for the right moments.” He admitted, pointing his finger to his head. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve spent the last eighteen years going over and over about them in my head.”

“Can’t wait to hear them.” You faked an excitement tone in your voice, making your brother laugh and pull you closer so he could mess up your already messed up hair. “This isn’t the time for an old man to be awake, especially when the old man in question is going to plan the most unsurprising party for his little sister. You should go rest.”

“You should too.” He replied. “But I’ll let you alone to your thoughts, it looks like you need it.”

“And again, you know me so well.” You smiled as your brother got up and kissed your forehead. “I promise I'll go to bed soon, okay?” He smiled back at you, reassuring that it was okay for you to stay a bit on your own. More than that, he respected that you needed some quality time with yourself and you felt very grateful for that. “Good night, big brother.”

“Good night, sis. And remember, if no one has told you yet, I love you and I am so damn proud of you.”

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silvernmoonshipping-is-love · 3 years

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DrownedSilver Week Day 7: What If

WARNING: Hints of child abuse/physical abuse. Which should obvious, given the character(s) in question, but still. Stay safe once again.

‘How could you?! We gave you what you wanted! And you betray everyone?!’

‘I-I...-’

‘Try running, we will find you!’

‘Everything you have will be for nothing!’

The hand tightened around his throat.

‘You don’t deserve anything… And we’ll make sure of that.’

Ben shot up, panting from the nightmare, regaining his breathing. He puts his face in his hands, kinda tugging at his slightly too long bangs.

‘I thought I was getting better with this…’

How come that now that everything has been fine for so long, memories of his childhood; if you can call it that; reemerged stronger than ever.

Ben sighed as he calmed down, but still feeling uneasy.

He recalls his therapist having mentioned that anxiety may cause unpleasant thoughts like these to come more frequently. Guess they were right. That was an especially horrific nightmare this time.

So Ben stayed silent and brought his knees up to his chest, trying to tell himself how it wasn’t real. He kept staring ahead, the room being engulfed in darkness, so Ben instead turned to watch the sleeping figure next to him.

Because he was still there, alive and well as he slept peacefully, back turned to his husband. So was their bedroom with their figurines and games, Hibiki’s books and glasses still on the night table, his prosthetic legs besides them, even the box with cat toys. Though their two companions haven’t joined them for the night, resting in the living room or so Ben presumed.

It was calming him, no matter how much the words still lingered in his mind and he can’t help but smile as he kinda drifted back into the past.

“Um… Hey. What’s your name?”

Ben looked up, his hood and messy wavy hair covering most of his face, a pathetic attempt to hide the bruises, other than band-aids. He saw a boy around his age standing in front of him, eyes and hair a very dark brown, almost black, his legs being the most noticeable part as they seemed fake and like he had trouble standing upright. The boy looked nervous, but still polite.

While not showing so in his expression, Ben was surprised somebody even talked to him, considering he’s just the quiet kid hanging around by himself near the swings like everyday. There are many, surely more interesting, children around them.

The boy started again, going a bit slower: “What’s your na-”

“I heard you the first time.”, Ben cut him off, the boy taken aback, but gaining a wonky smile.

“Oh, sorry. But you gave no answer and some kids say I talk weird sometimes. Or too much and fast, so they don’t know what I meant. ...So you wanna tell me?”

Well, the kids were at least right when it came to the talking too much, but he continued to stay apprehensive, the grip on the swing tightening just slightly. “What do you want from me?”

The boy blinked: “Your name? As I said.”

“Why?”

“Because I keep seeing you around school and wanna meet you?”, the boy answered, moving aside to lean against the swing set instead of just standing around, “You always seem so sad.”

Ben was shocked, he didn’t even think anyone noticed him, or even would talk to him. Most of his classmates ignore him, calling him rude or even creepy.

“I’m fine by myself though”, Ben said, believing it to be true. He wasn’t friendless after all, and he didn’t wish for any more friends.

But he still lied about one thing: “And I’m not sad by the way.”

“Oh… I misunderstood then.”, the boy frowned a little and stopped leaning at the set, maybe now he’ll leave.

But instead he held out his hand to Ben: “Then I’ll just start. I’m Hibiki.”

Ben didn’t return the gesture, still too shocked and confused why this boy hasn’t left him alone yet. A part probably wanting to yell at him to do so, but another stopping him from doing so, yearning for this kind of bond with anyone.

“I’m… Benjamin.”

“Can I call you ‘Ben’ then?”

“No.”

Hibiki pouted, but then accepted it.

They started a; more or less one-sided; conversation. Ben learning way too much about one person just today than he wanted or expected. Like how Hibiki’s family moved here from Japan, some hobbies of his, how invested he is towards animals and how he dreams of having an own bakery or cafe one day.

Most of the time Ben only gave half-assed answers, yet Hibiki never seemed to have minded, while his classmates would have told him off for being arrogant already by this point. It felt… nice.

At one point Hibiki noticed Ben’s Triforce necklace, asking him about it, Ben too ashamed to say too much like usual. So instead Hibiki just pulled out his key-chain of a pink fairy looking thing, the left side missing an arm and wing, as well as the color fading away. He explained it being a Celebi from the Pokemon franchise, but Ben knowing way too little about it to understand a single thing being told to him.

And while it was a strange first encounter, Ben started seeing Hibiki at school or so more and more; Hibiki being just one grade under him; and slowly but surely warming up to him, spending away the days. As long as his parents and… ‘father’ didn’t interfere.

Then again… Ben wasn’t sure if eventually Hibiki would catch on, maybe he’d even join. For him surely. And then it happened sooner than expected.

“Ben… Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Silver.” A nickname Ben picked up after allowing Hibiki to call him just ‘Ben’ finally. Even if more often than not it annoyed Hibiki, because ‘The protagonist is named Gold, the rival is Silver’, but he refused to listen.

“Why are you bruised so often?”

Ben froze and sat up from having laid in the grass, staring at his friend’s worried expression.

“Do you get into fights that often? Do they hurt you badly-”

“No, I don’t get into fights!”, Ben said, a bit too loud as Hibiki flinched, “I-I mean… I get them… I… it’s from baseball practice, remember?”

“I never once saw you play baseball, you never tell anything… And I don’t think that baseball can leave such bad wounds…”

“I get hit in the face A LOT.”, Ben tried, looking around, trying to find any lie or explanation, not noticing how his hands started to shake, “It’s really okay, Hibiki.”

“Somebody keeps on hurting you, don’t they?”

Ben fell silent.

Hibki huffed, attempting to look brave: “Who are they? If they keep doing that-”

“It’s nothing… I deserve it anyways…”, Ben muttered. He couldn’t find anything anymore, too tired for it.

So instead he braced himself and told Hibiki. About his home life and… even the cult.

But he insisted Hibiki never told anyone about it, and he was sure it would be that way.

However just a few weeks later the police scanned the entire city, ending up at Ben’s home, arresting his parents, as others looked for any trace of the leaders and any still missing children. The officers tried to assure Ben that everything was fine now, but also tell them everything he knows that can help them. It scared him, everything fell apart, what if it had consequences? He could feel tears welling up, ready to spill out, but then felt a squeeze at his hand.

Since Hibiki told his parents and the police about it, he also insisted on coming to Ben and comfort him. And he held his word, as he gave a reassuring nod, holding his hand the whole way through as Ben gave in and explained everything.

And since then Hibiki never strayed from Ben’s side. Even when he was sent into an orphanage, far away out of safety with the cult. It was more difficult now of course, states away from each other, but they kept contact up as much and as long as possible.

They met again in a cafe, both grown up, having needed a moment to recognize each other. But once they did, it ending in a heartfelt reunion and looots of catching up. While Ben still had his mostly green clothes; as well as his now even longer wavy brown hair, securely tied in a pony tail now most of the times, due to it no longer having to hide his face; Hibiki changed remarkably.

He’s grown way taller, having been slightly shorter to around the same height as Ben as a child, his hair being dyed a warm reddish brown, Hibiki mentioning he thinks of getting a new hair style as well, and deep red glasses on top of his nose. He became a real adult as Ben would joke, while he remained looking like a teen almost.

It was a joyous moment to find out that Hibiki had moved to a town nearby, meaning it was now easier to uphold contact for them.

The few years after that were messy, Ben’s study in IT leaving him stressed out, while Hibiki never gave up his dream of opening his cafe, so as they got closer started to live together in a nice little apartment. And from there it all came naturally. Confessions, dates, adopting their cats and finally Marriage.

Ben returned from memory lane back into their bedroom, realizing he started embracing Hibiki from behind, a content smile having stretched across his lips. Hibiki was always by his side, even through the troubles and fights and annoyances, mostly towards him.

Like how Ben still never gave up on his nickname ‘Silver’, or how he can’t cook to save their lives or him having refused to go seek a therapist the first few years.

“You worrying about tomorrow?”, a voice asked, catching Ben off guard as Hibiki moved to lay on his back, returning the embrace with one arm, showing him to be awake. Ben remembering that even Hibiki’s voice changed to a low warm tone.

“...No… Just a nightmare…”, Ben muttered as an answer, nuzzling his face into his lover’s chest, closing his eyes; wishing to no longer think about those words and pictures. “About back then…”

Hibiki looked stern: “Just to let you know, I never once regretted it.”

“I know.”

Ben sighs, finally looking back up, smiling: “But I’m better now… I just… started to reminiscence of the past a little…”

“Oh, really now?”, Hibiki chuckled, turning fully on his side instead to look into Ben’s eyes, them sparkling with curiosity to listen. “Like what?”

At least one thing from his child self remained within him.

“Oh, you know, just… back when we were just stupid kids, and how much had changed or not changed when we met again. ...Maybe I should change myself a little like you.”

Ben looked up, smirking: “You think colored contacts would work? And hazel or grey ones? Oh, do you think blond dyed hair would suit me?”

Hibki placed a hand on his husband’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb, cutting him off from his ramblings. “I think you’re beautiful regardless. Especially your eyes. I love your heterochromia, don’t hide it.”

Ben blushed for a second, but then rolled his eyes: “I know that, you sap. But just speaking.”

“Well then. In my opinion, I think blonde hair wouldn’t suit you at all. I can’t force you otherwise though of course.”

Ben giggled: “What, why?”

“I just can’t see it. You and blonde hair? Ugh.”

Ben playfully punched Hibiki in the arm, who didn’t even react to it, still smiling lovingly: “Much better now?”

“I suppose… I’m not… thinking of the nightmare anymore at least.”, Ben trailed off, “But I’m still nervous…”

“What if I fail the interview or… or the cycle continues? I’ll be like them, I-”

“Ben-”

“I can barely take care of myself, I’m not the kindest or so like you, what if I’m gonna ruin everything-”

“Ben!”, Hibiki finally got through as Ben looked back up, still in his arms.

“You’re going to be a wonderful dad. You wanted this for so long, didn’t you?”

Ben hesitated, but nodded.

“See? I know you’re going to love and care for the child the best you can. And if you’re nervous of being bad: Remember that you knowledge it and worry about it being the case. So you can’t be all that bad.” Hibiki pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Because only bad people don’t care about the wrong they’re causing.”

“...How many times am I going to hear that sentence from you or Steven in my life?”, Ben joked.

“Well, until it is finally ingrained in your brain.”

Hibiki snuggled into his lover’s soft hair as he brings him closer.

“It’s late, let’s try and sleep. We’ll have more restless nights afterwards.”

Ben nodded once more, trying to fall back into slumber.

He does so, hoping the best for tomorrow.

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unhealthyforexo · 4 years

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Persistence.

In which Chanyeol pushes your buttons on vacation, but you are as stubborn as him.

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader; Genre: Fluffy fluff; Word count: it’s short; A/N: I finally sat down to write this idea I had for weeks. It’s kinda short but the amount of fluff makes up for it, because it’s like... a looot of fluff. I also wrote this while listening to “Daydreamin’” by EXO-SC; I don’t know if you’re into that kind of reading, but if you are, I think it really fits the scenery. Anyway, I hope it’s not tooo much fluff and hope you really enjoy reading it. Xxx

The hours you had spent swimming in the sea and exploring the narrowed streets around the city start to take its notice on your body, as you feel it getting heavier. Your can’t even find the strength to lift your legs properly to walk, causing you to lazily slide your bare feet across the cold kitchen tiled floor. After gathering a few ingredients on the counter, you look out the window. Even though you already need the lights on to prepare the dinner, the warm colors of the sunset still shine through the windows of the rented apartment. Your eyes feel slothful from the intense contact with the salty water and the sun. You take a deep breath, briefly closing your eyes, before moving your head from side to side, trying to relax your muscles, feeling every drop of water fall from your damp hair against the fabric of your boyfriends t-shirt, that covered your torso down to your thighs. Even though you showered just minutes before, your body still feels warm from how much sun you had been getting in the past few days. You open your eyes and take in the silence as soon the water from the shower stops running.

Summer always felt different with Chanyeol. His skin would taste better whenever you were on vacation, his hair would also be a lot messier and curlier due to how much he swam in the ocean. He always looked good, but it would take your breath away to watch him on the beach and kiss his salty lips whenever he came back to you, while you would be laying in the sun, or even when you went swimming with him. Your favorite part of your vacation’s days were the sunsets. It would either be under an orange or a pink kind of sky, but his cheeks and toned chest would always match whatever color the sky had, wether it would be tanned or slightly burned. He would always had his arm around your shoulders as you left the beach and went back home. Although the wind became cooler as the sun started to set, his bare arm would always be much warmer against the skin of your shoulders. You would make your way back home, taking slow steps and discussing what you would have for dinner. It didn’t matter if you went out for dinner or cooked at home. You would aways rent an apartment somewhere around the Mediterranean cities’ coast, so it would feel cozier. You also liked those kinds of vacations because you could take your time to wake up in the morning, especially if the night was longer than usual, but mostly because it would surely be just you two, not thinking about work back home, but still feeling like home somehow, even if it were just in each others arms.

Your thoughts vanish quickly once you hear his heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. You look up to watch him lazily walking towards you with a big smile. His hair is wet and, as he comes closer, you notice there are a few drops sliding down his naked torso, while he tries to adjust it with his hand; his other free hand quickly reaching out for you. You feel his fingers sneaking around your waist, his body hovering yours once he stands behind you. You smile, feeling his torso pressing against your back as he hugs you from behind.

“Do you need help?” He asks. His voice sounds soft, almost sleepy. You nod in denial.

“No babe, I’ll take care of it tonight.” You assure him, speaking quietly.

You feel him kiss the top of your head before his nose brushes against your hair, down to your neck, to place his head in the crook of your neck. You giggle, shrugging at how his nose tickles your skin so softy.

“Are you sure?” He hums against your neck, pecking its skin slowly.

“Hmm-mm.” You nod, smiling, taking the ingredients, that are in front of you, in your hand and start cutting a few and season the others.

His arms hold you firmly, tucking the t-shirt you have on, causing its wide collar go lower, exposing a bit of your shoulder and your collar bones. You feel his lips move slowly to the side, now pecking your shoulder. You let out a small chuckle at the feeling, causing him to smile against your skin, which is easy to tell, even though you don’t take your eyes off of what you are doing. Chanyeol breathes in, his chest rising and falling against your upper back, and crosses his arms over your stomach as he holds you. You feel his cheek rest against your shoulder, his breath on the skin of your neck assuring you he has his lips parted, probably in a pout.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Yep, it was definitely a pout. You rise your shoulder as if you are shaking his head away, causing him to raise his head, and look at him in the eyes. You part your lips to talk only to be interrupted by a cheesy peck. You smile and roll your eyes. “What?” He whines. You know he can’t stand still, not even for a second, but you also promised him you would cook the recipe you had to cry for, to a chef, at one restaurant you went on the first day of your vacation.

“Go pick a movie for us to watch later.” You tell him, but he always has an answer on the tip of his tongue.

“I don’t want to watch movies, I want to watch you.”

You stare at him, biting the inside of your cheek, watching his messy hair sway as he moves his head to the side, giving you the cheekiest smile. You let out a chuckle, looking down afraid you’re going to give in just too easily if he kept giving you that look. He knows too well, so he lowers his head again, pecking your shoulders, up to your neck as you try your hardest to concentrate on what you are doing, before you cut a finger instead of a pepper.

“Hmm…” He breathes. “…you smell so good.” He hums against your skin. He isn’t leaving a trail of pecks on your skin anymore, instead, he has his nose against your hair, just over your ear as his lips brush on it while he speaks. It tickles on your skin, but you don’t think it further, since you know there is nothing but tenderness in his attitude.

“I just showered you idiot.” You giggle, earring a chuckle from him, causing your body to shift against his. He adjusts his arms around you and you press your back comfortably against his torso.

“I know…” He says almost in a whisper, kissing your temple softly. He looks down at your hands as he watches you prepare the dinner. You feel the wet ends of his hair brushing against your ear once he leans in again, now resting his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s the lotion you use. It smells really good.” He compliments you.

“Thank you.” Your voice comes out almost childishly. You smile like the spoiled girlfriend you are, because you know your lotion has a very common fruit sent and it is not at all special. “I didn’t know you like it.”

“Hmm.” He hums, nodding against your shoulder, his chin pressing against your skin as he spoke. “ I love it…” He pauses, his eyes always following your hands, watching you attentively. “… but only on you. It smells so much better on you.” He remarks.

You chuckle at his words, giving him a small thank you. You feel your cheeks burning but you aren’t sure if it is because he still manages to make you blush after so much time together, or because you can’t stop smiling.

You extend your arm to get some condiments for the meat, and he consequently lifts his chin from your shoulder, not to put so much weigh on it as you move. He stands straight, uncrossing his arms from over your stomach, slowly letting go of your waist. He lets his arms fall on each of his sides, watching you slice the meat now. You can hear and feel him breathing calmly, the air hitting your shoulder’s bare skin.

It doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again. First, you feel his torso press firmly against your back again, his fingers coming to notice after as he slides them through your forearm, quickly reaching for your hand, his long fingers caressing your thumb, wrapping his hands over yours, one around the knife and the other trying to take your hand’s place to hold the meat.

“Chanyeol.” You warn. He lets out a small chuckle against the back of your head.

“Wha-a..” He laughs as you try to push him back with your shoulders, only to fail completely, since he is obviously stronger than you and resists easily. You give up trying to push him back and start moving your arms, shaking his hands away from you. You start to giggle, your body language failing your tone when you try to scold him.

You drop the knife and let go of the food, taking a few steps back, which he mirrors, walking backwards as if your back is glued to his chest.

“Stooop!” You whine. He lets out a giggle, extending his arms trying to reach for the counter, but you quickly hold him back. You turn around, facing him. You press your body against his, forcefully pushing him back. You succeed, getting him to take a few steps back, but he is still trying to fight back and walk around you. His giggles are precious and you know he is trying to push your buttons and also enjoying it, as always. You take your hands up and place them on his bare chest, trying to ignore the feeling of his muscles tensing under your touch, and start pushing him away. “Go sit down!” You try to warn him, but have to turn around, not being able to contain your smile as he keeps chuckling, obviously appreciating your whines a bit too much.

“I want to help you!” He tries to excuse himself. Of course he does. He always has to be doing something, it is inevitable and sometimes even annoying, because so do you.

“No!” You insist. You extended your arm as you turn your back at him again, walking to one of the kitchen cabinets to get the pan. “If you touch that food I will shank you.” You tease.

You feel his hand on your back, gripping the t-shirt, trying to hold you back, but you keep walking. You hear him mutter something you can’t understand along with his footsteps as he follows you around the kitchen. You bite your lip, trying to hold back your laughter. You stop by the kitchen cabinet, opening it, looking for what you needed. You can feel him standing beside you, still not letting go of the t-shirt you have on and once you think you have shut him up, he teases you further.

“But I do it so much better…” He watches you turn your head to the side to face him. He can’t help but smile once you raise your eyebrows at him. You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh. There is no way someone can have the energy to be that annoying after a day of swimming and walking around under the sun. You stand up straight, turning to him, already raising your hand to point a finger at him and answer back, but he is quick to pull you by the fabric of the t-shirt, taking a few steps closer to you, giggling as you speak.

“You just earned yourself fr…” You try to speak but his arms are quickly around you, only giving you time to turn your back at him again, failing to escape. Your fingers sneak around the forearm he has wrapped across your chest, trying to detach his hold from your skin, quickly feeling his other arm wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest again. Chanyeol’s giggles suddenly grow into a laugh at your words. “… free nights on the cou…” You can’t finish your sentence, his fingers tickling your skin make you throw your head back in laughter. He leans down, laughing at how you shift under his touch, still trying to escape.

“You’re…” He tries to answer back, not being able to control his giggles either, feeling your body brush against his as you desperately try to move away from him. “… baby…” He chuckled.”… s..stop!” He giggles, leaning his head down. You can feel his giggles close to your ear and his arms holding you firmly while he keeps tickling you. You let out a desperate cry in between your laughter once you feel his teeth against the skin of your neck as he nibbles it playfully.

His fingers find your unsteady ones as soon as your nails brush against his arms, holding you back from moving his touch away from your body.

“Yeol!” You cry as you feel his playful nibbles go down your neck and to your shoulder, his hair now tickling you as you breathlessly laugh.

I really need to learn how to finish these ahaha

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claudemblems · 4 years

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Hi! It's again me sorry... can i request one scenario again?? Where Yuri is mad in love with reader but reader is in love with another character+ a sweet end? With a looot of angst please and lot of love too. If you are not interest you can skip my request. Byye luv u !

Heck yeah you can!!! I hope this turned out okay. I incorporated the other Ashen Wolves and I discovered I love writing about them ^_^ And I apologize for making this so unbearably long aaagh I can’t help it!!! I start writing and suddenly I don’t know whEN TO STOP

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“Has Yuri seemed off to you?”

“How do you want to define ‘off’? Off as in Yuri-bird is pushing himself harder than usual, or off as in he keeps staring blankly into space and creeping me out?”

“Both.”

“Geez, what’s with that guy?” Balthus groaned as he collapsed into a nearby chair. He stretched out his arms behind his head, crossing a leg over his lap. “Yuri’s always on his A game, but lately he’s been letting something bother him. Others might not catch on, but for all of us, it’s obvious enough.”

“Why doesn’t he ever tell us how he’s feeling?!” Constance exclaimed, sighing as she flicked her hair out of her face. “Does he expect himself to handle all the problems of the people in Abyss but think it okay to shove his own to the side?”

“Not gonna lie, I’m worried about Yuri-bird,” Hapi stated.

“The guy hasn’t even been making bets with me over battles anymore,” Balthus added. “Something’s off with him, and we’ve gotta figure out what it is.”

“Wait,” Constance interrupted. “There has to be something—some kind of recent change—that can give us a clue as to why he’s acting odd.”

“There have been more disturbances and squabbles with gangs he’s had to deal with,” Hapi said.

“I haven’t had as many opportunities to get into trouble, and that would make anyone worried. I’m surprised I haven’t been too on the hunt for gold lately,” Balthus added.

Constance shook her head in frustration. “I showed him my licorice boots and the research I’ve been working on...but…”

Hapi shook her head. “It’s useless. We have no idea what’s got him all mopey.”

“What about [Name]?”

The room went quiet, Balthus’ suggestion hanging in the air.

“[Name]?” Constance asked. “How could she have anything to do with Yuri’s mood?”

“She hasn’t been coming down here as often,” Hapi added. “Looks like she’s been busy on the surface.”

Balthus switched the tone of the conversation abruptly as he explained, “I think Yuri likes her.”

“What?”

“After she accidentally admitted to us who her crush was, Yuri’s been acting odd. Staring off into the distance. Getting eerily quiet when he’s usually got a million witty responses up his sleeve. The guy looks a little lost in his own mind.”

“I have seen Yuri-bird staring at [Name] a second too long every time she leaves…”

“Oh, Yuri is in love with [Name]!” Constance cried. “But...she’s in love with someone else…”

The three fell silent, unsure of how to respond or what to do with the information. Yuri being lovesick and pained by someone he cared for so deeply, it was the only possible explanation to explain his strange behavior. Yuri wasn’t one to get close to many people, so for someone that meant a lot to him to do something to upset him, he’d definitely let his feelings show one way or another.

“What should we do?” Constance asked softly.

“I don’t think there’s anything we can do,” Hapi sighed. “We can’t just make [Name] change who she’s in love with. Yuri-bird is going to have to work through this and figure out his feelings.”

“Dang it, why’s that guy got to hold everything in and not tell us what’s wrong?” Balthus huffed, letting his fist fall at his side.

“Yuri…”

“Yuri-bird…”

Relishing in the quiet of the library, Yuri poured over the stack of books in front of him, eyes silently scanning the pages. There in the library he could take a breather, invest himself into learning new things and soak up new knowledge. Rarely did he get so invested in something—especially in an attempt to distract himself—that he didn’t take notice of the things happening around him.

“Yuri?”

Yuri jolted at your voice that broke through the quiet. He certainly became so distracted that he hadn’t even heard you step into the room. “Oh,” he sighed, relieved upon seeing it was just you. “Hey, friend.”

You eyed him, and you saw how he calculated your gaze; he was aware you were onto something, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you began, taking a seat next to him. He simply nodded, his awkward silence piercing your heart. You’d begun to reach out your hand to rest it on his but stopped halfway. And by the brief widening of his eyes, you knew he caught your gesture.

“Is something going on?” you asked. Your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, fingers fidgeting with the fabric. “Did I...did I do something wrong?”

“What?” Yuri asked, promptly shaking his head. “You haven’t done anything.”

“Then maybe that’s the problem.”

“How could that possibly be a problem?”

“Maybe I haven’t been around here as much as I should be.” You let out a pitiful laugh and ducked your head. “Maybe I have you guys thinking I don’t care about you anymore, which is anything but the truth.”

Yuri’s eyes softened at your words, and his calm, warm smile returned to his face, reassuring you. He reached over and took your hand in his. “We know you care about us, and we care about you, too. But it gets busy on the surface, doesn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter! I need to make time to be beside those that count most, don’t I?”

“Well, you’re head over heels for someone, right? I imagine you’re spending a lot of time wondering how to tell them how you feel.”

“Wha-What?”

“Did I hit the nail on the head?” he asked, lips slightly quirking upwards.

You stared at him wordlessly.

“It’s okay to be in love, [Name] —”

You stood from your seat and stared down at Yuri, fire in your eyes. “Did I hurt you or something? Offend you? Because if so, tell me.”

“What are you talking about?” Yuri asked, an eyebrow raised. Clearly he wasn’t expecting such an emotional reaction out of you.

“You’ve been keeping your distance from me, your eyes boring into me every time I leave Abyss. You’re as tight-lipped as ever around me. Just what did I do to make you detest me?!”

Yuri just stared, and stared. Realization of what you were hinting at washing punching him hard in the gut.

“Do you think I hate you?” Yuri asked.

In a quiet voice, you replied, “Part of me thinks you do.”

You were about to dart out of the room until his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Let me go,” you demanded.

“You really think that?” Yuri asked in the softest tone you’d heard leave his mouth. Your heart began to pound, hands trembling.

“What other idea am I supposed to get?” You held back sobs, trying to not let tears slip from your eyes. “I feel as invisible as I did when I first arrived here at the academy.”

“That’s not how it is at all.”

“Oh, then please tell me what I’m getting wrong then,” you said. “What else could make you avoid me than hating me?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

The world around you stopped, the atmosphere soundless except for your heart pounding against your rib cage. “I...What?”

You turned to face Yuri, and he met your eyes with a broken-hearted but still assertive gaze. “I love you, but you’re in love with someone else, and it’s been throwing me off track. I’m constantly distracted, making my own people worry over their protector.” He laughed, biting his lip. “I didn’t want to mess with your happiness, and I’m not good with sharing my feelings with someone else. So I just stayed in the background, but I see that I’ve only hurt you in the process. I’m sorry.”

Tears finally dripped down your cheeks as you stared. Your heart was shattering like glass, the shards piercing through your body, your tears bleeding out all that pain.

“You love me?”

Yuri nodded. “Dearly. Wholeheartedly. And even if we remain friends and nothing more, you are someone I will always protect. That I swear to you.”

You jumped into his arms, head burying into his chest. Yuri stood rigid for a moment, contemplating how to respond, but eventually his arms wrapped you up, his embrace as warm and comforting as home.

“That crush I said I had,” you began, “Wasn’t really one. Truth be told, I barely know him. I thought maybe he was coming onto me, and I was just flustered that someone even wanted to try to flirt with me. After a while the euphoria went away, and I figured out how bland and egotistical a person he is,” you laughed. “I was more embarrassed that they assumed that I actually liked him. I never actually really had a crush on him. But the reason I didn’t argue when they thought they guessed correctly is...I didn’t want the others to know I liked you.”

Yuri pulled back, though his arms still held you close. “What was that, friend?”

“I said I like you,” you giggled. “I didn’t think you’d ever really see me in that way, so I pushed those feelings aside, and tried to convince myself to be in love with someone else. As you can see, that didn’t work out well because I just keep on running back to you.” You smiled, a warm, genuine, heartfelt smile Yuri didn’t get to witness often. “I love you, Yuri Leclerc. A lot!”

Yuri chuckled and shook his head, visible relief flooding through him. “So you’ve had a crush on me for so long, and I never figured it out? You’re much more sly than I imagined, friend.”

Your face flushed and you shook your head as you declared you had no such side to you. But you were too happy to care about winning that argument. You were in Yuri’s arms that held you so tight, his laughter echoing sweetly into your ears.

“Can I make it up to you?” you asked him.

“Hmm, I suppose I’ll listen to your proposition,” he teased.

“Be my boyfriend.”

“Wow, you have gotten quite bold.” But there was no mistaking the joy in Yuri’s smile. “Gladly, [Name].”

And thus started the beginning of a love that would stand the test of time; history would remember your names and what you accomplished for one another and for the good of humanity.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses imagines #yuri x reader #yuri leclerc #claudemblems writes

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mxillusion · 4 years

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Today’s the day

Genre/Warnings: looots of fluff ♡

Words count: 2700+

Summary: You do your best to make his birthday as perfect as you can, having no clue that everything will end up in a total disaster. Why is everything going wrong when you just want him to have the birthday he deserved?

(Don’t mind me, I’m just Wonho trash at the moment. And since it’s official wonho-day today, let’s celebrate it even more! Hope you enjoy. Wishing our bunny a happy birthday. May all his wishes come true. HAPPY WONHO-DAY! ♡)

„I really don't think I'm the right person for this. You should've asked Kihyun hyung to help you instead.”

He frowned in concern and you could already tell that it was indeed a bad idea to ask Jooheon for help. But it was too late to reconsider your decision since you literally ran out of time. You would have to deal with it somehow, no matter what.

"Don't worry. We got this", you said, not sounding very convincing.

He, himself, wasn't convinced at all and you couldn't even blame him for it as you glanced over to the mess you two just made. The kitchen looked like a battlefield, flour, sugar and pastry leftovers spread everywhere, as well as dirty dishes and bowls. Kihyun would kill you if he'd see this mess.

"You know what? You're right. Let's do this! It can't be that hard to make a simple cake."

You sighed in frustration because it obviously was that hard, otherwise, you two wouldn't have had that much trouble baking this god damn birthday cake. Thankfully you didn't lose your focus since you knew exactly why you did all this in the first place. You knew this wasn't the best idea, but at the same time - it was. Cooking and baking weren't one of your strengths, you were aware of that, but you wanted to give it a try anyway. For him.

Jooheon took another look at the iPad on which he could read the recipe again. "Maybe you should've chosen something more... easy!?"

"Stop it! We need to finish this soon, otherwise, I'll have no present for tomorrow. And that isn't allowed to happen!"

You threw the burned cake into the bin and went over to the sink to clean the baking pan, so you could start fresh. This would be the third try. While the first cake turned out to be a real disaster, the second one only burned. At least.

This time, everything turned out to be better... somehow. The consistency seemed okay, just as the taste. You had no idea how this actually should taste, but it seemed quite okay for a wannabe cook like you. Jooheon didn't semed very satisfied but that might be because he felt absolutely helpless.

"Now on to the topping", you said and he immediately groaned out of frustration.

"I thought we were done now!?"

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. Jooheon really was one of a kind, but that's what you loved him for. Well, you weren't exactly in love with him, you just liked him very much since he happened to be one of your closest friends.

Hoseok was a whole other subject. Your connection was much deeper but also kind of complicated considering the fact that everyone knew about your feelings for him. Everyone but him. Your friends always said you'd make it way too obvious, but you simply weren't good at hiding your emotions and feelings at all. You just hoped he still had no clue, just because you weren't ready to confess to him, even if you had these feelings for a long time now. And maybe you were waiting for a miracle that's probably never going to happen.

Soon the cake was done and Jooheon and you were absolutely exhausted. The kitchen was clean again and there were no tracks left, so no one would have to know you nearly set the kitchen on fire.

"We did it!", Jooheon cheered, raising his hands to give you a double high-five, which you responded joyfully.

"You did what?"

You flinched at the sound of a voice which was oh so familiar. It was Hoseok. Thank god he didn't come earlier, otherwise, your surprise for his birthday would've been lost.

"U-uhm... nothing", you said without thinking it through. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to deny something he obviously heard already.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes shifting between the two of you as he was trying to find out what was going on. For some reason, he had a bad feeling, but he didn't say anything. "O-kay!?"

"We just... wanted to try one of Kihyun hyungs delicious recipes, you know?"

Hoseoks facial expression grew softer again and he grinned cheekily, making your heart skip a beat. His smile was simply stunning. It was one of many reasons you fell for him that deeply. "And what did you cook? I'm starving!" He made his way to the kitchen counter so he could sit down.

"Unfortunately... there's nothing left", Jooheon said, trying to somehow save this situation.

"Yeah, if we'd only knew you'd come this early..."

He sighed, looking at you pouting what made you laugh. "That's not fair!"

"You'll survive this, I'm sure of it. Just call the delivery service or something", you suggested and without further ado, you hugged both of them to say goodbye. You needed to leave this situation before getting busted.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Hoseok hopped off the chair and held you back on your wrist before you had any chance to leave.

You turned back to him and smiled lovingly. "Of course! How dare you even ask this question?"

He returned your smile and again your heart took a flying leap. "Can't wait", he said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

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"I don't think I can do this, Jooheon-ah."

"Of course you can. You have to! Today's the day." He tried to cheer you up, to help you gain some confidence. He couldn't quite get why you're so insecure about something so obvious. Sure, he knew it wasn't easy to confess to someone, but still.

"He asked for you already. Three times, to be exact."

"Did he?", you asked with a strident voice. That made everything even worse since it only fed your nervousness.

Jooheon tilted his head, watching your reaction. He sighed, placing his hands on your shoulders and trying to catch your glance. "Take a deep breath", he said, demonstrating it so you could join this instruction.

You did as you told, closing your eyes and trying to calm down again. Maybe he was right and there was no reason to be that nervous. Maybe Hoseok wouldn't even get the hint and nothing would actually change. But was that what you really wanted? If you were honest with yourself you wanted things to change. Like so bad. But there was no chance you would make the first move.

"Okay, let's do this." Somehow you calmed down again so that was the perfect moment to finally hand over the cake and just see what would happen. "Where did you put the cake?"

"Uhm... me?"

Your eyes widened and Jooheon had to swallow hard. He could already tell you would freak out now, so he made a few steps backward.

"You did hide it, didn't you? I mean... you did not just leave it in the fridge, am I right!?"

"Well... -"

"LEE JOOHEON!"

He flinched under your harsh tone, still gaining distance. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought you did that. When Hoseok hyung came home out of a sudden I was freaking out. I haven't thought about hiding the god damn cake."

You felt like you almost got a heart attack, considering the fact Hoseok probably had found his birthday present way too early. What the hell should you do now? No chance he actually hadn't found it until now, when it still was in the stupid fridge.

Jooheon went to take a look inside and within seconds his face turned dead-white. "It's gone."

"What do you mean, it's gone?!", you squealed, trying so hard to not push the panic button.

"Don't worry. I'll figure something out. You go and find our birthday boy and I'll go find that stupid cake, okay?" Again he tried to soothe you, pulling you into his arms to hug you tight. Maybe this would help you to calm down at least a little.

You simply nodded, even if you're quite sure there was no hope regarding that birthday cake. Why did you even try in the first place? Yeah, sure, you wanted to impress Hoseok, show him how much he meant to you and how much you cared. But this whole cake-baking-thing was mission impossible from the very beginning.

Jooheon left first, while you gave yourself one moment to let everything sink in. Sure it was just a cake and it wasn't that much of a big deal, but it was your present for him. You knew how much he wanted a real birthday cake and you also knew he pretty much never ate any cake because of his fear unintentionally gaining any weight. So it was kind of the end of the world for you, no matter what.

As you left the kitchen you could already see him sitting in the living room on his couch, looking out for something or someone. You kept moving forward, keeping your eyes glued to him. That's when he spotted you too.

He gave you his unique smile which melted your heart instantly, like always, as he stood up to hug you. You wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes, secretly enjoying this physical contact way too much. He didn't let go of you that fast and of course you didn't mind at all.

"Happy birthday, Hoseok-ah", you murmured while his palm gently stroke your back. "How's your day been?"

"It's been great, actually. Nearly perfect."

You separated from him, looking at him with a frown and a questioning gaze. What the hell did he mean? You sent a quick prayer to heaven he didn't mean what you thought he meant.

"To be honest, I thought you wouldn't make it."

This one sentence almost broke your heart. "Why would you think that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, not answering. "Doesn't matter. Let's go grab you a drink." And with that, he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you through the crowd.

You two stood near the kitchen, both having one drink in your hand, talking about anything and everything. Both of you obviously enjoying each other company as you're laughing and joking all the time, simply having a good time together.

That's when Jooheon appeared again, slightly coughing to get your attention.

"Excuse me for a second." You went with Jooheon, leaving Hoseok without waiting for his reaction. He just stood there, not knowing what he should think about all of that.

"I found it!", Jooheon cheered, making an awkward dance move to show his excitement even more. "Kihyun hyung found it once you left the house and he made sure that Hoseok hyung won't happen to see it too soon."

"Thank god!" You flung your arms around his neck to cuddle him to death. "At least one person with a brain", you joked, not noticing Hoseok standing right behind you, watching you being that close with Jooheon.

The younger let go of you and you turned around, wondering what was going on. In the way, the older was looking at you two you can already tell what he was thinking. "Hoseok-ah."

"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you."

"What do you mean?", Jooheon asked, obviously not getting what was going on in the meantime. He tilted his head, watching his hyungs awkward behavior.

And then he got the point. "Oh come on!" He had to laugh because of this ridiculousness. "You don't really think what I think you're thinking, do you?"

Hoseok didn't say anything as he felt way too uncomfortable to actually react in any other way. What else should he think about it? It just seemed very clear to him. This wasn’t the first time he saw you and Jooheon being close to each other, so it made kind of sense to him.

"Don't get me wrong, but you two are just being silly. You know that, right?"

Your eyes widened, while you glanced at Jooheon, praying to God he wouldn't do what he was about to do. Please, don't!

"What is that supposed to mean?", Hoseok asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't understand anything at all. But slowly but surely he noticed he was just making a fool out of himself for thinking there was something between the two of you.

"It means you're being a dumbass. I'm sorry for saying this as we wanted to stay out of it, but obviously you two cant handle it on your own." He paused for a second, not even thinking about stopping now. He just needed to help you since he just couldn't bear it anymore. "You two like each other. And in no universe does Y/N have eyes for anyone but you. Especially not me."

You blushed, trying to hide the embarrassment you felt now that it's been said. Hoseok didn't say anything either, but simply because he had to let that sink in. He had no clue!

Jooheon glanced at you, silently apologizing for blaring it out, before he walked away, leaving the two of you behind. He just hoped he did the right thing and you could actually clear things up now.

A few minutes no one said anything. You wanted to leave and hide for the rest of your life because you were so ashamed. Not because of your feelings, but because you were too shy to confess to him by yourself.

"You didn't really think I have feelings for Jooheon, do you?", you asked, taking all of your courage in both hands. Someone had to say something, and if it wasn't him it had to be you.

Hoseok sighed, shaking his head slowly and almost unnoticeably. "No, not really. Well... maybe? You two have really been close, lately and... I don’t know."

You can't help but smile a little for his sheepishly behaving. He was way too cute to handle, but that's nothing new to you.

"Now you know you've been wrong. I-i'm sorry for not telling it to you by myself, but Jooheon was right. I only have eyes for you, Hoseok-ah." Your heart was pounding like crazy while you stood there, revealing your deepest emotions to the man you loved from the bottom of your heart.

Finally, life returned to his body, it was as if he was awakening from some kind of trance. As if your words had brought him back to life. And that's when he realized what you actually said. What this actually meant.

You were about to leave since you got no reaction from him whatsoever, but he reached out for your wrist, to hold you back. "No. Please don't go", he said, literally begging you to not leave him. He pulled you close before you could react in any kind of way and the next moment you find yourself in his arms. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your forehead.

His hands were now on your waist, pushing your body flush against his. You could feel his muscles pressing against your upper body, his strong arms holding you as if your life was in danger.

"Hoseok-ah -"

He cut your words by sealing your lips with a kiss. His lips brushed yours, softly, delicately, making you melt in his arms. Your body released the tension and your knees got weak while he was kissing you with all the love he had to give. His lips tasted sweet, they felt so soft. Your hand went through his hair, your fingers slightly playing with them while you felt his grip around you tightened and the kiss getting more passionate.

"Hey, I've been looking for you -" Kihyun hadn't seen what was going on between the two of you, that's why he stopped as you separated from each other to look at him feeling awfully embarrassed.

"Oh, fuck, sorry. You haven't seen me. I haven't seen anything. I'm gonna... I'm -" And with that, he turned to get away from you as fast as possible.

You had to laugh so hard that you could feel tears in your eyes. Hoseok smirked a little, dipping his head to look you directly into your eyes. "It will take days until he can look at me again", he chuckled, amused by this scene and being happy as hell. "This is by far the greatest birthday I've ever had."

“And you haven't even seen my present for you.” You giggled, thinking about how much drama this stupid cake had caused. "Happy birthday, Seokie!"

#monsta x #mx #wonho #lee hoseok #wonho scenario #wonho imagine #wonho fanfic #monsta x scenario #monsta x imagine #monsta x fanfic #wonho fluff #fluff #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #kpop fanfic #friends to lovers

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housemartius · 5 years

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i’ve had an hc that dakota is native american for a long time now, and after reading this awesome post i was inspired and like “what if he and piper were cousins??” so let me share some things i’ve imagined about them so far (warning: this is one long ass post):

- they were both born and raised in tahlequah, oklahoma (not in a reservation tho bc there’s no cherokee reservation in oklahoma, rick’s an idiot who doesn’t research anything)

- dakota is two years older than piper and that made him a bit overprotective of her while growing up. even when they were kids, piper got a lot of attention from mostly other boys (which would later make her feel super self conscious of her own looks) and dakota would pick up on her discomfort and shoo away all of them in an instant

- like seriously, he’s a pretty observant kid and piper would always flinch when a boy got too close for comfort. so dakota was always more than ready to help her out

- imagine how overjoyed grandpa tom was when he found out he was going to be a grandpa, twice, in such a short span of time. dakota had barely just turned 1 year old when tristan announces the woman he’s dating is pregnant tom cried so much, bless him

- now grandpa is no fool though. he knew something was up with the ppl his children were dating, he knew they weren’t ordinary folks. and he suspected his future grandchildren wouldn’t be exactly ordinary either. and how right he was

- just a few months after he was born in september 1992, baby dakota was taken on a little trip with his mom and grandfather around tulsa and they came across a huge vineyard

- it’s january and it’s hecking cold (like 50ºF/10ºC) and the vines, as you’d expect, are basically dead. that’s when something remarkable happens: the plants start to reach out towards dakota and the closer he is to them, the livelier they get

- grandpa is shocked to say the least but he plays it cool. he just turns towards his daughter and calmly asks “care to explain please” to which she then proceeds to spill the beans about how she met the roman god of wine whose son is currently being held by grandpa tom

- tom is really surprised that his daughter dated an actual immortal deity from ancient times, or that they even exist at all (he thought greek myths, and therefore roman by extension, were a bunch of bull). yet at the same time he’d been suspecting the dude wasn’t completely human for a while now...

- in the end he happily accepts both his daughter’s love for bacchus (if that’s even who he really is) and the son they had, and never loves dakota any less even now that he knows he’s a demigod

- except they don’t tell tristan bc 1. bacchus told dakota’s mom to keep it a secret (whoops), 2. tristan’s a skeptic who doesn’t believe in any kind of myths so what’s the point and 3. tristan’s sweetheart is pretty high guard about her own identity and grandpa’s noticed this and he thinks she’s hiding the truth from his son for a good reason (again, he is such a skeptical man, he’d probably think they were all insane)

- april 1994. piper is born and an almost 2 y/o dakota is finally introduced to the cousin he’d been hearing so much about

- both love their grandfather and listening to stories about their culture. and grandpa loves that his grand-kids are so keen on learning

- they live a pretty happy childhood overall. apart from dakota’s innate abilities to making vines grow whenever he walks by (though he remains oblivious to this bc his mom goes to great efforts to ensure he doesn’t find out so soon, he’s still a little kid after all), none of his other powers manifest all that much when he’s a toddler. and neither do piper’s

- ofc, being demigods they’re constantly exposed to the danger of being discovered by monsters but they luck out and continue living in ignorant bliss of their godly parentage

- they love being outside. playing, napping, talking, whatever it is, they don’t like being indoors. they’re always running around everywhere, climbing trees, rolling around in the grass, etc it’s a very rare occurrence when they manage to return home with clean clothes

- they just have a looot of energy and they like using it. getting them to calm down is a challenge in itself, they’re always goofing around. whether they’re having a nice family dinner (food fights tend to occur more often than not), or watching cartoons before bedtime (reenacting cool fight scenes is a must!)

- but then one day, just a few weeks after his 8th birthday, dakota shows up at tristan’s house with his mom and she says she needs to talk with his uncle and grandfather

- the kids are told to go play for a little while in the backyard to let the grown ups have some privacy

- dakota is uncharacteristically quiet. piper notices it right away, how her cousin’s shoulders are slacked and his eyebrows furrowed in distress. she asks what’s wrong, what happened to make him so sad

- “i have to move away” he says. piper is shocked, starts asking why. why, where to, and can’t the whole family go with him?

- “no. just me. somewhere far away”. “but why?!”. “because it’ll be bad if i don’t”

- the rest of the day goes by in a blur. piper can’t understand what’s happening. why does dakota have to go all alone? why can’t her aunt go too? why don’t her dad or her grandfather try to stop them?

(- later, when piper demands her dad for explanations, tristan only says what his sister told him: that dakota needs to go somewhere that’ll be better for him, that piper’s aunt can’t take care of him by herself. grandpa tom tells her the same thing whenever piper turns to him but he knows. his daughter told him the truth)

- saying goodbye is the only moment that seems to last an eternity though. piper is full on crying and sobbing, holding on to dakota with all her strength and begging her cousin to stay, stay and everything will be okay bc he’ll be with her and all the people who love him

- dakota cries too, though not as hard. he’s barely keeping it together but he’s the older cousin and he needs to be strong for piper

- inside though he’s terrified of what’s happening to him. to him and to his mom and now his dear little cousin and his uncle and grandpa. he wants to stay but bacchus was clear during his sudden unexpected visit: he needs to go to the wolf house right away

- his mom takes him there. this goodbye is even more terrible than the previous one. in the midst of all the crying he promises that he’ll be okay, that he loves her and will visit as soon as he can

- dakota hadn’t had the fortune (or permission) of visiting his mom and granddad back in tahlequah often. and the few times he had managed, piper had been away with her dad on his trips looking for a job as an actor in los angeles

- one day, now 13 y/o, he was at his mom’s place with his grandfather too, just sitting and talking and enjoying each other’s company when they decided it was time to tell him the horrible news: his grandpa had been diagnosed with lung cancer

- tom reassured him all throughout his grandson’s hysterics that he felt fine and that he was at peace with the situation

- and then dakota asked the dreaded question

- “... how long?”

- “... soon”

- when dakota made it back to camp he started asking around for possible cures, talking with praetors and centurions and just about anyone who might help him

- though in the end he didn’t find any medicine that could possibly save his grandfather

- and it’s not like the romans really cared for helping outsiders either

- the day he got the news grandpa tom had passed away, just a little over 2 months later, he refused to leave his bunk bed for the remainder of it and it took his two centurions to force him out of it the next morning

(- dakota swears that, out of all the days he’d felt the most lonely and in need of the warm comfort of his family, that had been the most painful one he’d endured in his whole life)

(- he also wondered if piper had known about their grandfather’s condition, and for one moment he actually hoped she didn’t just so she could be spared of going through the same despair he and the rest of their family had)

(- he’d also wished, more ardently than ever before, to be able to hug his beloved little cousin again just like he had so many times years before)

- fast forward to 2010. dakota is standing with the rest of the romans at cj, staring at a greek ship that quickly approaches camp

- his long time friend jason is said to be on board and dakota is just dying to give the dude the longest and most bone crushing hug ever

- plot twist: it’s piper who gets the pleasure of receiving the longest and most bone crushing hug ever. but she returns it tenfold rip dakota’s back

- their reunion was a hazard mix of tears, laughter and wrestling. he and jason happily gave piper a tour of the camp, though tbh she didn’t really pay attention to much, catching up with her fave cousin was obviously the priority

- during her quest to save the world, she iris messages dakota as regularly as she can and they talk for hours on end, sharing stories from their past, their family, their beloved grandpa tom whom they missed terribly every single day, everything really

- piper confides in him how much her dad’s lack of interest and pride for cherokee culture has rocked her own, how growing up with him so absent from her life and so worried with rejecting everything cherokee/native american related had made her feel so uncomfortable in her own skin

- dakota takes all this in silence and just lets her get it all out. he hears her every complaint and insecurity and fear. then he starts telling her the stories their grandfather had told them

- he tells at least 2 different ones every night they talk, always with a smile on his face, always trying to replicate the exact same tone and pace their granddad used

- and it eventually gets piper to smile too

- one night it’s dakota who confesses how much he regrets not visiting tahlequah more often, how he wishes he’d spent more time with thomas before he’d passed away, how he wished he’d been with him during those last few days if not to just hear him going on and on about cherokee myths like he loved to

- that gets piper crying in no time. dakota cries too. they just spend a good 10 minutes sobbing together through their reflections in the watery rainbow, neither saying much

- “i’m glad he told us. the stories i mean”, dakota says when they’ve calmed down. “feels like he gave us little pieces of himself bit by bit that’ll never go away”

- “yeah... it really does”

- when the war’s finally over, piper and dakota visit each other often, though piper’s the one who goes to cj more often since dakota’s a centurion and has his plate full most of the time

- they’re still as goofy and energetic around each other as ever, like the time they spent away from each other was like clicking pause on a movie and now they’ve hit play and continued on from there

- still hate being trapped indoors. when there’s camp meetings they both need to attend they just can’t help but joke around. everyone else dreads going to those now thanks to these idiots

- dakota isn’t as chaotic as piper so he somewhat helps to keep that side of her in check

- when leo accompanies her during her visits though... no point in even trying to hold back this Mess, dakota’s tried before and it was the most stressful and tiring day of his fucking life

- piper constantly teases dakota about his crush on her half-brother michael. he very much regrets the day she ever saw how he acted around the son of venus (a blushy neck scratching mess)

- wow this is getting long fhdkds anyway!! they’re amazing kids who love each other to death and constantly support each other through good and bad times, and they’re proud af to be cherokee and they’ll treasure their beloved grandpa tom and his teachings till the end of their lives, and if anyone ever wants to hear a story, they’re the right kids to go to!

#piper mclean #dakota #pjo #pjo.txt #my headcanons #i spent a lot of time on this and it made me very emotional fdsfjdsk #also if any of the bits regarding cherokee culture seem off or odd or bad then pls let me know and i'll fix wtv needs fixing #i tried to keep it as minimal and vague as possible bc i'm white and an ignorant to the topic

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tangyyyy · 4 years

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You Like That About Me

Little fun and smutty Elu one shot that I had a looot of fun to write!

Hope some of you could enjoy it.

You can find it on AO3 or... Well... here, on tumblr, obviously...

WARNING : Explicit sex (nothing very nasty or kinky or “gross” but it’s sex between two boys who are in love sooo... Yeah. I warned you ;))

You Like That About Me

"Oh! You're here! I'm so happy to see you here my love!"

In the middle of avenue Parmentier, in front of the video club where Eliott worked, Lucas threw himself wholeheartedly into his arms and crushed his lips against his. Surprised to see the young man so amazed to see him, Eliott smiled. They had however agreed to meet there a few minutes before by text.

"Yeah... I'm happy too..." Eliott tried to free himself from his embrace but his lover refused to let him go, tightening his arms around his thin waist. He stuck his nose in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath. "You smell good... You... The sunshine of my tropics, the solace of my sight, the blood of my vein, the never of my always, my love, my love..." Eliott giggled, his eyes almost completely disappearing under the features of his laughing face. "My, my... It's a Carla Bruni's song isn't it?" He replied, placing his hands on his hips in a gesture as tender as practical in order to hold back as much as possible, the loving impulses of the young man. "Oooh... Interesting! Then you know that cheesy love song! Mister "I-only-listen-hard-and-weird-dubstep"..." Lucas replied, tickling with the tip of his tongue a small vein on Eliott's neck that he knew was ticklish. "Yeah well... My mom had bought that record few years ago, she loved it, anyway..." Eliott forced Lucas to pull back slightly and lokked into his eyes. "Lu, are you drunk? -Oh fuck, yeah, I'm wasted!" Exclaimed Lucas, making great arms gestures without any specific meaning. "It's..." Eliott took his cell phone out of his jeans pocket and looked at it. "6.13 pm Lucas. -So what? -Isn't it a little bit too early to be completly wasted? -We were at the share flat with the guys. Arthur is sooo down with Alexia, his dad and all this shit you know, we wanted to cheer him up. -Cheering him up by drinking your souls, clever! -Oh, sorry Daddy, I've been naughty..." Lucas teased in a smile full of innuendos and a knowing look. Eliott rolled his eyes. If sometimes this euphoria and this couldn't-care-less attitude could be annoying, this behavior was, for the vast majority of the time, very funny and rather distracting. Drunk Lucas was always very funny.

Eliott shrugged. "I hope he's gonna feel better soon." He said. "Who?" Asked Lucas, absently, busy peeling a bandage off one of the fingers of his right hand. "Your mom..." The young man raised a wary eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Arthur, duh! -Oh yeah... Yeah he'll feel better soon for sure. Anyway... Can we come back home already? I'm staaaaarving! -Okay, let's go." Eliott replied, placing an arm on Lucas' shoulders as usual. The latter, grabbed his waist with both arms, making their progress much more complicated than usual. Eliott, more amused than anything else, didn't complain. "What do you want to eat?" Asked Eliott geniously as the couple walked up Darboy Street. Suddenly, Lucas slowed down. Eliott looked down at him, he seemed scared. "Oh please, please..." Began to whine Lucas. "Don't take advantage of my altered state of consciousness to make me eat your cooking..." Eliott laughed heartily and resumed a normal walking pace, taking Lucas with him. "No, I was thinking more about ordering something." -Oh thanks God, you're not an abusive bastard! -I still think you're way too harsh towards my cooking skills though... -Yeah, yeah... Tell that to my traumatised stomach! -Anyway. So? -What?" Eliott, with a smile, rolled his eyes again. "What do you want to eat Lucas? -Oh right! Hmmm... Let me think... Some Falafels!"

It had been a long time since the couple had stopped in the tiny Lebanese restaurant located near their home, the idea seduced Eliott. "Mmh, good idea." Replied the young man. "No, wait! -What? -Not falafels, I want a pizza." Eliott smiled. "Ok, pizza it is. -I've eaten one yesterday though... -So... Not pizza? -No. Oh I know! I want chinese! I could kill for a good chinese noodle soup. My kingdom for a prawn spring roll!" Amused, Eliott looked at Lucas out of the corner of his eye and giggled at his great excitement at ingesting anything edible. "Right, chinese! It's been a while since we haven't..."

Lucas stopped suddenly, interrupting Eliott in his answer. The latter breathed and stared at him. "What? -I know, I really know what I want. Eliott... " The young man took his hands between his and looked at him with a serious look. "I found the Holly Dish." He declared in a solemn voice. Forcing himself not to laugh, Eliott raised his eyebrows. "The Holly... What? -Pastas. With a lot of butter and a tone of grated cheese." All that for this? Eliott smiled again. He took a step back, bulged his chest and made a face as serious as Lucas's one. "Is that really what you want? Lucas Lallemant, speak now, or forever hold your peace. Do you want to eat pastas with a lot of butter and a tone of grated cheese?" He asked, overplaying the pompously official speech. "Yes. Yes I do." His blood singularly lacking some alcohol to keep this ridiculous roleplay for a long time, Eliott laughed. "Great, I can cook it then. I think we have everything we need in the fridge already. -God! Why?!!! Why me?!! Is it because I'm black?! Is it because I'm fat?!" Cried Lucas, raising his arms to the sky. "It's because I'm a filthy sodomite isn't it?!" He added. Catching sight of the outraged look of a lady passing by them with two young children, Eliott blushed and approached Lucas quickly in order to make him quiet. "Hush! Lu! -I can't eat Eliott's food... I really can't, I won't survive. O Lord give me some Mercy... " The young man continued, mimicking to totter on his two legs, a sly little smile on the corner of his lips. "Oh come on! Stop it already you moron, I can cook some pastas!" Replied Eliott. He put a firm hand against the top of his back, between his two shoulder blades. "Mom was right... Apocalypse is upon us..." Lucas mumbled, lowering his head, presumably to hide his hilarious face from Eliott. "Shut up and walk!" He intimated the latter by pushing him on the back to walk again.

A few minutes later, the couple were approaching their apartment when Eliott turned into a small street to their right without warning. Lucas, surprised, stopped dead. "Where the fuck are you going Demaury? Home is straight ahead. -I need to stop off at the drugstore. No more meds. Then I'd like to find some painkiller balm for my neck. -Oh ok. -You can wait for me here, I won't be long. -You're going nowhere without me Mister Boombastic." Eliott laughed. "Come on then." He said to him in a gesture inviting him to join him. "Hi." Eliott said politely as he entered the drugstore toawards the woman behind the counter. The latter returned her greeting with a discreet nod and a kind smile. "Hello Miss!" Exclaimed Lucas, who came in right after Eliott. "He... Hello." Replied the woman, unaccustomed to such a loud volume in her establishment. Eliott, Lucas on his heels, walked throught few aisles to finally find the kind of items he was looking for. "Let's see... Which one is the best..." Knowing Eliott and his propensity to hesitate for hours and hours on the smallest purchase, Lucas began to wander his eyes all around him. He had to find any entertainment quickly or he would die of boredom soon. On his left, at the end of the aisle, his gaze fell on a few items that caught his attention. Leaving Eliott to his hesitation, Lucas walked behind him and headed towards the said items. "Bubblegum!" Intrigued, Eliott turned his head towards Lucas who had just exclaimed "Bubblegum!" in an excited and very loud voice. The young man held in his hand a small pink box of condoms, leaning over the writing on the back of the box, Lucas seemed absorbed by reading the precautions for using condoms. Eliott's eyes widened. Embarrassed, he saw, very close to Lucas, a very young boy who was already there when they came in. Trying to hide himself in the babies items aisle, the teenager, with a red complexion, seemed to revolve around condoms without really daring to take too much interest in them. Lucas' arrival must have interrupted him in his discreet approach. He looked at him with his round eyes, visibly impressed by the casualness that Lucas displayed in the middle of such a section. "Eli, can you believe it?! Bubblegum flavoured condoms! I already knew the boring ones, banana, strawberry but I didn't know that bubblegum flavoured condoms were a thing!" The young man spoke loudly, too loudly and seemed excited like a child in a toy store on Christmas Eve. Feeling shame gripping his stomach, Eliott felt the scandalised look of an old lady standing beside him, weighing on him. "Hmm. Yeah..." Eliott mumbled, trying to focus on finding the perfect balm capable of treating his painful neck. Maybe if he ignored him, would Lucas stop fussing like this?

"Cola! Wow! That's insane!" Eliott bit his lip of awkwardness. Which of its balms had the most beneficial properties... "Oh. Of course, strawberry, good old classic." Eliott turned his head again towards Lucas. The latter was now holding three boxes of condoms against his stomach. The young boy behind him gaped at him. "Lucas, could you please be quiet?" Eliott whispered, giving him a murderous look. "Oh come on love! This is all very natural!" Lucas replied. "Don't think these "sensuous vanilla" flavoured condoms are very organic though..." He added, laughing himself with his own joke. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, Eliott returned to his balms. A few seconds went flew without Lucas opening his mouth again. Maybe he was finally tired? As Eliott indulged in a pleasant sense of relief, his state of mind was violently broken by Lucas's voice. "Mutual climax condoms!" At these words, Eliott heard behind him the sound of objects falling to the ground. He turned his head and saw the old lady who had just let out her plastic bag filled with pharmaceutical items. The face of the latter was borrowing a scandalised expression. Beeing at his wits' end, Eliott grabbed the first balm passing under his hand and walked towards Lucas with long strides. "Ok, babe, enough, let's go." He said, grabbing his arm. "Wait, wait." Lucas replied, freeing himself from his grip. "What the fuck does it means? "Mutual climax condoms"... Weird... " He mumbled, turning the box over. "Ribbed, delaying, performance enhancing, textured... Eli, this sounds awesome! I take it..." Eliott pressed two of his fingers against his closed eyelids to keep the little calm he still had in his tired brain. "Lu... Do I have to remind you that we got tested few weeks ago because we wanted to get rip off condoms?" He whispered softly into Lucas' ear. "Oh yeah... Stupid boring taste of your naked dick..." Eliott almost choked on his own saliva. A few yards from them, he saw a man, in the plasters department, turn his crimson face in discomfort towards Lucas. "Shut your drunk mouth!" Eliott whispered, trying to catch Lucas's gaze. "More, I'm sure you don't really think my dick is that boring..." He added in a tiny voice that only Lucas could hear. "Yeah well, ok, I admit it, it's not boring at all! But being tested doesn't mean we can't have fun times to times!" Exclaimed Lucas again. Loosing all patience, Eliott grabbed his arm again with an authoritarian gesture. "Ok, that's it, let's get out of here." He started to drag him towards the counter but Lucas struggled again. "I haven't finished yet! Look at all these sorts of lubes!" Eliott huffed. "Ok, you know what? Do what you want, I'll wait for you outside... " Then he turned around and walked away.

In front of the the counter, red cheeks because of shame, Eliott put the balm close to the woman and took a prescription from the pocket of his jeans. "I'll take this and 4 boxes of 10mg Abilify please." He said, handing her the prescription. The middle-aged woman, seemed to have heard everything from Lucas's speeches, she too seemed a little embarrassed and bit her cheek to, obviously, prevent herself from laughing. Should he apologise for Lucas's behaviour? Eliott quickly decided not. It was better to hurry out as quickly as possible without saying anything to anyone. The woman disappeared in the back shop to return a few seconds later, 4 boxes of antipsychotics in her arms. No sooner had she placed them on the counter than Lucas appeared, silently, from behind Eliott and put on the counter, a whole stock of condoms and lubricants of all kinds. In his haste, he dropped two boxes on the other side of the counter, forcing the woman to bend over to pick them up. "We're gonna take all this too." Announced the young man with great self-confidence. The woman looked up questioningly at Eliott, looking to ask if she should, in fact, collect the items. "Yeah, yeah, let's take all this..." Eliott huffed resignedly. "Lu, please, go wait for me outside. -No! I don't leave you!" Lucas replied, wrapping his arms around his thin waist, like a little monkey clinging firmly to his mother. "Yeah... That's infortunate sometimes..." muttered Eliott. The woman giggled. While the latter was busy collecting the improbable number of items brought back by Lucas, the young man grabbed one of the boxes placed in front of them in the large paper bag. "Intense orgasmic gel... It says that it feels warming and cooling and tingling! How brilliant is that?!" Eliott bowed his head, not daring to look at the woman. "Lucas, for fuck's sake, shut up... -Oh relax!" Lucas watched the woman cashing the items. As she passed a white box under the machine, the young man addressed her directly. "Vegan lube... Oh yeah, great invention." The woman, a shy smile on her lips, nodded politely. As if electrocuted, Eliott turned to Lucas. "Vegan lube? Seriously? Have you tried to find the most useless and expensive thing in the drugstore?!" He asked in a tense whisper. "No, of course no. Or else I'd have pick those XXL condoms... Which are pretty scary by the way..." Deciding not to dwell on this last remark, Eliott shook his head. "No but... Vegan lube? You're the less vegan person I know... -Curiosity my love, curiosity..."

A minute later, when the pharmacist had finished collecting all the items, she looked up at Eliott. "Do you know how to take them properly? Do you need any advices or are you used to them? -It's okay, I... -Don't worry Miss, we're actually very familiar with this kind of products, safe and fun sex is our mantra!" Lucas cut him off, grabbing the paper bag. "Oh God... Lucas, she's talking about my meds..." He said to him in a weak voice, mortified with shame. "Oh yeah, it makes sense..." After quickly greeting the woman, Eliott hastily led Lucas to the exit. On his walk, the latter jostled slightly the young boy who had obviously found the courage to choose a small box of condoms. No doubt Lucas's lack of embarrassment had helped him take the plunge. Passing the door, Lucas exclaimed "Bye guys!" And the couple finally found themselves on the street. "Lucas Lallemant, you're gonna be the death of me!" Eliott exclaimed, his cheeks red with embarrassment as he rushed towards their apartment. "Oh come on, admit it, it was fun! -No, it wasn't fun at all." If Eliott was really honest, the situation as embarrassing as it could be was fundamentally funny and he would probably be laughing heartily about it soon but for the moment, only one desire prevailed over everything else: Get away from this damn drugstore as quickly as possible and never set foot there again. "Anyway, I'm so happy that we bought all these things, we're gonna have great fun trying them all..." Eliott said nothing. Lucas took advantage of his silence to continue in a cheerful voice. "Quick, let's go home, I can't wait." At these words, Eliott slowed down and looked Lucas straight in the eyes. "Lu, let's be clear. There's no way we're having sex right now. -Not right now of course, we're in the middle of the street Love." Lucas replied very seriously looking around them. "No, I mean, not right now of course but not even at home. -What?! Why?!" Shouted the young man, his face tinged with real disappointment. After the child in the middle of a toy store, the child deprived of his favourite toy... "Because I don't want to, it's pretty simple." Eliott explained, keeping walking. "But I want to have sex with you!!" Lucas complained in a voice still far too loud. Crossing the puzzled look of a passerby, Eliott pressed his hand against his forehead. "God Dammit, Lucas, shut up and stop this little tantrum of yours..." He said without being able to hold back an amused smile and fastening the pace. "No, I won't shut up! Not until I have your bubblegum flavoured dick in my mouth!" Lucas exclaimed shamelessly. "Ok, that's it, I don't walk with you anymore, you're way too embarrassing!" Eliott decreed as he started running towards their nearby apartment. "Eliott! Eliott come back here!" Lucas called him. "We'll meet again at the flat!" Eliott replied, taking care not to slow down the pace. "Ok then we'll fuck?! -Oh God... I don't know that guy, I swear I don't know him... " Said the young man by crossing a young woman who had obviously missed nothing of their talk. "Eliott Demaury! Answer me ! Will you fuck me hard?! -That guy's insane, he thinks I'm his boyfriend but I'm not all." Eliott said to a new passer-by while laughing at Lucas' insane obstinacy. The latter, tired of shouting, started to run in his turn to catch up with Eliott.

Breathless and messyhaired, the two young men finally came into their small apartment. Eliott put the drugstore bag on the small table of the living room and turned to Lucas. "You're such an idiot..." He whispered, a big smile on his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck. "You love that about me..." Lucas replied, hoisting himself on tiptoe to put his lips on Eliott's. "Mmmh, yeah, I kinda do..." Admitted the latter against his lips before kissing him. "I love you." Murmured Lucas as he peppered kisses on his mouth, his cheek, his jaw then along his neck. Eliott sighed and smiled as he raised his eyes to the heaven. Slowly, Lucas lifted the hem of Eliott's hoodie and ran his hands along the skin of his belly. He raised his face again to nit at his lips. Eliott giggled. "I was serious though..." He smirked against Lucas's lips, running soft hands on his back. "About what?" -We're not having sex." As electrocuted, Lucas's body stiffened. "Why??" He asked as he raised puppy eyes into Eliott's. The latter took a step back. "Don't look at me like that, it won't work this time." He said in a warm smile. "Is it because I'm drunk?" -Yes. -Oh come on! I can assure you I'm more than consenting..." Lucas whispered as he walked into Eliott's arms, trying to kiss him again. Smiling, the young man raised his face to deny him any more kiss. "I know that." He sighed as he ran his fingers along the slope of Lucas's shoulders. "I want you Eli... -Yeah, I know that too... " He laughed. "We can sign a contract! Then later, if I complain that I didn't really want to have sex, you could show me that paper..." Proposed Lucas, leaking and slightly bitting his collar bone. "This is not the point you idiot!" Answered Eliott, stroking his soft and messy hair. "So what?" Lucas asked, pinching one of Eliott's butt cheek through his jeans. The young man took another step back. "Crazy good drunk sex is a myth, Love." Lucas remained silent. "Believe me, I want to have sex with you too... -Great! So let's do it!" Shouted the young man, trying to hug Eliott again. This one escaped his embrace. "No, no, no, no! There's no way I'm having sex with you right now. It's gonna be sloppy, clumsy or boring. -Well... Thank you very much ... " Muttered Lucas as he crossed his arms against his own torso. "Don't be upset..." Eliott whispered, softly stroking his cheek with his hand. "You know what? -What?" Lucas asked, raising sad eyes into Eliott's. "Go take a good shower while I cook pastas with a lot of butter and grated cheese. Aren't you hungry anymore? " Lucas bite his lower lip. "Yeah, well, a bit... -That's what I thought. We'll eat then... We'll see. -We'll see?" Said Lucas in a mischievous smile. "Yeah, we'll see." Eliott answered as he dropped a small kiss on Lucas's lips. "But... There's something which bother me..." Mumbled the young man. "What is it?" Asked Eliott, his hand tracing some comforting patterns on Lucas's back. "If your cooking kill us we won't be able to have sex... -Oh come on! Go take a shower you idiot!" Eliott exclaimed in a laugh, pushing Lucas toward the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Lucas came out of the bathroom, invaded by hot steam, skin reddened by warm water, hair still dripping on his large and comfy hoodie. The young man sat down at the small kitchen table in front of the plate of pastas that Eliott had just served him. The latter sat down in front of him. Suspicious, Lucas brought his plate to his nose and sniffed it for a long time. "No weird smell..." He said. "Of course there isn't weird smell, it's pastas!" -Yeah... Well, we can never be too careful... -You're an idiot..." Lucas grabbed a single pasta with his fork, carried it close to his lips and carefully put the tip of his tongue on it. "No suspicious aftertaste..." He said again. "Eat, you moron!" Against all odds, Eliott's pastas turned out to be delicious. Mouth full of pastas and melted cheese, Lucas closed his eyes. "Oh it's so good... It feels so great, I was starving..." Lucas whispered in a soft voice. "I'm glad you appreciate my cooking skills to the full at last. -Don't take that for granted my Dear, I'm still the one who cooks in this house." The young man answered, spitting a bit of pastas in front of him. "What did I do to deserve such a mistrustful boyfriend?" Eliott sighed, swallowing a mouthful of pastas. "Poni. You did poni." A few minutes later, his plate engulfed, Lucas leaned against the back of his chair, put his hands on his full stomach and stretched his legs to put them on Eliott's knees on the other side of the table. "It was good... Thanks.” He sighed with relief. Eliott put his hands on his bare ankles. "Yep, I feel so full right now but... You know what I'd love?" Lucas raised a wary eyebrow at him. "What? -A dessert to finish properly the meal. Something sweet. -Don't we have yogurts anymore? -Nop, I ate the last one yesterday... We have nothing sugary." A small silence settled. Suddenly, an idea of genius crossed Lucas's mind. His eyes lit up and a broad smile settled on his lips. He straightened up and put his feet back on the ground. "I know what we could eat as dessert! -What?" Asked Eliott, looking at his boyfriend with eyes full of curiosity.

The latter got up quickly and went to the small table in the living room. He grabbed the drugstore bag and went back to the kitchen. One hand in the bag, he stood next to Eliott, the latter staring at him, still sitting on his chair. "This evening, Mister Demaury, we have some desserts for you..." He randomly took out one of the boxes bought earlier that evening. "Cola. Or..." He put his hand back into the bag and pulled out a small purple tube. "Blueberry lube, a house specialty served with..." He grabbed a new box. Not recognizing this one, he quickly read the writings on the back. "Abilify, antipsychotics... No, no, not this one." The young man sent the said box into the little wicker basket where Eliott used to store his meds before putting his hand back in the bag. "Strawberry flavoured condoms! What a nice mix!" Eliott laughed hard. "But if fruits aren't your cup of tea, we still have bubblegum." Lucas continued, putting a new small box in front of Eliott. "Oh and after dessert you could even taste some..." He plunged his hand into the bag again. "Mojito!" He exclaimed proudly placing another umpteenth box on the table. "Mojito?! Are you serious?! This is insane..." Eliott wondered as he grabbed the box of strange green condoms. "Yeah... Science can do so many great things nowaday. What a great time to be alive!" Eliott laughed again. Dropping the box of green condoms next the others, he looked up at Lucas. "You know that all these things are gonna be lame or even disgusting right? -Maybe. But we can't be too sure before even trying them. -Right..." "So? Have you made your choice?" Lucas asked. "Mmmh... I have to admit that the mojito ones seem very appealing... But you have some more stuffs in your bag, don't you? -Yeah but they aren't flavoured. We have... Intense orgasmic gel." He said while taking out new boxes. "The well known vegan lube." Eliott rolled his eyes. "The mutual climax condoms, the "glow in the dark "condoms... -Wait... You bought these while you're the one who love to have sex in the light? -They seem fun! Think about it... All is dark except for a dick which is blowing. A dick which isn't attached to any body! So fun!" Eliott giggled. "Then, to finish... Two lubes. One which is tingling and one which is wharming. -This is gonna be awful..." Eliott laughed. "Yeah, maybe. Anyway..." At these words, Lucas knelt in front of Eliott and took his hands in his. He stared into his eyes before clearing his throat. "Eliott Demaury..." He began to say solemnly. "Will you have sex with me?"

With a big smile, Eliott shook his head then leaned over. He cupped Lucas' cheeks in his hands kissed him. "As I could say no to you for too long... -Answer me. -Yes, yes I will, you idiot." He said, way too amused by the way Lucas acted as if it was their first time. "Yes! Lallemant is in da place! Lallemant is always winning!" Lucas exclaimed in a gesture of victory, like a soccer player after a world cup goal. Eliott chuckled and shrugged before standing up. "Go wait for me in the room." He said as Lucas hopped on the spot with great excitement by gathering in his arms all the boxes of condoms and lubes. "Why don't you come with me?" Asked the young man. "I gonna grab a towel in the bathroom. I washed the sheets yesterday. These condoms and lubes are gonna be sticky, grassy and messy, I don't want to get our fresh clean sheets dirty. -Oh yes... Talk dirty to me Daddy... -Stop with your daddy shit already!" Eliott shouted, laughing and rolling his eyes again. "Go!" When Eliott joined their room, a large brown towel in his arms, he found Lucas, sitting cross-legged on the bed, busy unclipping all the boxes from their plastic packaging. He invited him to shift slightly, spread the towel over the white sheets then sat behind him. Eliott rested his lips on the young man's neck and started to lay a myriad of little kisses on his warm skin. His hands came to rest under his hoodie, all against the skin of his thin waist. "You're so beautiful..." Eliott whispered as he pressed his lips against the base of Lucas's neck again. "So sexy." He made his way up to his earlobe, driving Lucas to moan involuntarily at the feeling of his breath on his skin. "Wait, Eli, I want to finish that..." Lucas said, working harldy on one of the boxes. "If I don't finish it, this fucking plastic will drive me mad when I gonna want to try these on your dick... -Hurry up then... " Eliott answered, his voice deep and husky. Focused Lucas was gorgeous. Eliott could have look at him during hours. His mouth slightly open, his big and serious eyes focusing on his task, those small forehead wrinkles as he frowned. He always made the same face, as with his homeworks as these condoms boxes. Eliott smiled and put his forehead on his shoulder, waiting for Lucas to complete his difficult but very important mission, his arms still slowly stroking his belly's skin under his hoodie. As Eliott felt a wave of such affection for his boyfriend, which left him almost breathless, Lucas jumped a little bit on the mattress. "Done!" He shouted before he turned slightly and caught Eliott's eyes. "Let's get it on baby!" Eliott giggled as Lucas turned around to face him. He sat in between his legs and kissed him, his hands slightly poking his cheeks. Eliott closed his eyes and felt Lucas's hands reaching inside his pants. The young man arched into his boyfriend's touch. The latter stroked him quickly and hard. Astonished during a few seconds under strong waves of pleasure, Eliott couldn't do anything until he made his mind a little bit. He opened his eyes, took Lucas's hand in his and forced him to stop. "Wow, wow, wow. Hey, wait! What the fuck are you doing? -Handjob Eli, it calls a handjob." Answered Lucas, smirking. "Yeah, no shit! I got that, thanks but... -I need you to get hard if I want to try all the things we bought. -No, no, not like that." Eliott whispered as he get Lucas's hand out of his pants. The later grumbled a bit but didn't resist. With a lingering kiss, Eliott pushed Lucas on the matress. "You're way too romantic..." Whispered Lucas in his mouth. "You love that about me..." He slowly peeled Lucas's hoodie then he leaned down to place a kiss against his stomach, loving the way the young man shivered. Eliott striped off his own hoodie and tee-shirt, enjoying the sight of his boyfriend's naked torso. Even after on full year of relationship, his breath was still caught by Lucas's nakedness. His stocky, muscular body, so nervous... Most beautiful boy ever. "Fucking beautiful..." Eliott's eyes flashed. He kissed Lucas's stomach and liked his nipples. The later's hands shifted, running through Eliott's head, tugging lightly at his hair and tilting his head to the side. Laying fully down on him, Eliott rolled his hips forward and Lucas could feel that he was already a bit hard against his thigh. He shifted his hips a little so that they lined up, and then thrust upward. Eliott let out a gasp. Slowly, Lucas unzipped the zip of Eliott's jeans. The later, still kissing and licking one of Lucas's nipple, smiled against his skin. "Pants off." Whispered Lucas. "Bossy..." Eliott teased, bitting the soft skin of his collarbone. "You were the horny one, undress me." He retorted before getting on his knees to allow Lucas to sweep his jeans off. Eargerly, the young man straightened and reached for Eliott's pants and trousers. When he had his boyfriend naked, he looked his body, liking his lips. Lucas grinned, quickly getting rid of his own tracksuit. As Eliott fell down again on Lucas, their noses bumped and their teeth clicked together, they laughed for a bit then they kissed and kissed again. Lucas's hand went down, stroking Eliott's torso then hip to reach their lowers areas. The young man wrapped his hand around both of them, gripping both of their dicks and sliding them together. "Oh fuck..." Eliott groaned out, his hand gripping Lucas's forearm. They didn't really kiss anymore, their noses rubbing together, their hair surrounding their faces. Their dicks were hard now but not very slicked, which Lucas appreciated, it was time for their little experiments... Suddenly he shifted their bodies to put Eliott on his back. Without any trace of shiness, Lucas was eying Eliott's dick like if it was the tastiest dish he had ever seen. The later smiled, knowing what Lucas had in mind, he put his hands under his head and waited patiently. He gasped loudly as Lucas bent over in front of his dick. "I wan't to suck you..." Whispered Lucas with greedy eyes, letting his hot breath dancing on Eliott's erection. "Well... Do you need any invitation? -Weren't you the one who was worry about consent? -Oh fuck, blow it already Lucas..."

Lucas was fully smirking now. He ran his hands down from his hips to smooth over his thighs, then lower, rasping his fingers through the dark hair of his knees and long legs. He gently took hold of Eliott's shins, spreading his legs wider to be able to slot himself in between them. Lucas brought his mouth to the base of Eliott's dick. He licked a long, slow stripe up from the base to the head, making Eliott jerk wildly. Then he licked his own lips. "Hmmm ... Pretty good but still a bit boring..." He whispered before getting up on his knees again. Quickly, he bent over the amount of small boxes, took the pink one, took a condom outside of it and used his teeth to tear it open. "Oh shit! I think I bite the condom too..." Said Lucas as he frowned, looking seriously worried, looking at the pink piece of latex. At these words, Eliott still laying on his back and looking at Lucas, snorted loudly. Lucas raised his eyes on him. "What? "Lu, really I love you but sometimes you're killing me... -Why? -We got tested, we're clean! We don't ever need any fucking condom! You could chew it, it wouldn't matter... -Oh yeah, right... -Really Lucas..." Eliott whispered in a big smile, openly making fun of his boyfriend. "Watch your mouth or I'll chew that condom right on your dick!" Shouted Lucas as he unrolled the condom meticulously over Eliott's cock. The latter groaned deeply as Lucas licked his head again, but then quickly took nearly all of his dick in his mouth. Eliott gasped sharply as his boyfriend began to suck slow and hard. "Oh fuck, yeah..." Eliott murmured, fisting Lucas's hair roughly. Lucas started to graze the highly sensitive skin and took him even deeper. Eliott pulled him closer by the hair, unable to help himself but slightly fucking his mouth. Despite the condom, and as usual, Lucas was slowly driving him crazy. He could feel himself getting closer. "Don't stop, don't st..." Of course Lucas chose that moment to stop. He raised his face, a thin trickle of drool still connecting his swollen lips to the pink condom. Lucas staired at Eliott who was trying to keep quiet, utterly frustrated by the brutal end of this pure bliss. The latter look into his boyfriend's eyes. "This doesn't taste good at all..." Said Lucas, making a weird face. "I'm not even surprised..." Answered Eliott, a bit breathless. "Come here. Let me taste." Lucas crawled through his naked body. Eliott had flushed cheeks and his lips were parted, still recovering after this very short hint of blowjob. Lucas bent over and slipped his tongue inside Eliott's smouth. Sliding Lucas's waist, Eliott pulled him closer. One of his hands slipped down to squeeze his butt. Lucas's mouth tasted as sweet plastic. Like an old toy covered by some weird liquid candy. "This is disgusting!" Eliott exclaimed. "See?" Smiling, Eliott kissed the tip of Lucas's nose. "My turn..." He whispered. Suddenly, the young man rolled them over to be on top again.

Never taking his eyes away from Lucas, Eliott got on his knees, threw the disgusting condom around him on the ground then grabbed another condom box. Opening one with his fingers, he grasped the tip of the condom firmly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Every Lucas's muscles tightened as Eliott unrolled the condom with his mouth around his dick. "I almost forgot this little trick of yours..." Lucas purred. Eliott smiled around his cock and then took him down to the base, nosing at the wiry pubic hair. The young man started a punishing rhythm of sucking and swallowing against the flavored latex, maintaining steady pressure and holding Lucas at the hips. Lucas gasped, clutching the sheets and the towel below him with white knuckled fist as the hot, wet tongue swirled around his sensitive head. The talented mouth playing over him, finally removed his ability to speak in anything other than broken groans. Using his tongue the way he knew drove Lucas absolutely insane, Eliott fastened his rythm, sucking harder and harder on his dick. "For fuck's sake... Eli, please..." Groaned Lucas, bitting his own lips. "What? -Throw that fucking condom away, I... I want to feel your mouth for real..." Eliott chuckled around his cock in his mouth. The young man let Lucas's dick popping out of his mouth. He took off the condom, threw it away and as he was ready to get back to business, Lucas stopped him by putting his hand against his forehead, he pushed him away. "Wait... Which flavoured was this one? -Mojito. Lucky me, it wasn't that bad... -Can I taste it?" Eliott slightly stroked Lucas's dick with two of his fingers, collecting a bit of precum and rest of the condom's flavoured lubricant. He raised his fingers to Lucas's mouth. The latter greedily licked on them as on a lollipop, looking into his boyfriend's eyes. "Oh... Pretty tasty indeed..." The two boys remained motionless and smiling for a moment. "Anyway... I think you were in the middle of something, weren't you? -Hn? Nope... I don't remember anything... -Tease... " Lucas hissed. Smirking, Eliott chuckled then bent down again on Lucas's erection. Very slowly, the young man wrapped his lips around his balls. He rolled them gently between his lips and sucked on them too. When Lucas reached down, in a sweet groan, to touch himself, Eliott slapped his hand away. "Wait for it Baby..." He said in a whisper on Lucas's skin. Eliott took Lucas's ball in his hand then started to mouth at the base oh his dick. He followed the prominent vein to the top. Then, quickly, he started to bob his head again, up and down, up and down, his tongue dancing around Lucas's throbbing member. The latter lifted one of his hand and buried it in Eliott's messy hair. Lucas could feel the pleasure building up and he needed more, always more. Amazed and aroused like Hell just by hearing the sweet moans and groans his boyfriend were now making without any way to control them, Eliott opened his mouth wider and let his throat relax before going down until every inch of Lucas's dick was in his mouth. Lucas cried out in pleasure and arched. Hearing hisboyfriend taking more and more pleasure, Eliott liftted his head and kissed his groin.

"Hey... Why... Why have you stopped?" Panted Lucas. "I want to be in you..." Whispered Eliott, kissing his soft skin again. "Oh. Yes... yeah ok. Take one of the new lubes..." Smiling, Eliott got quickly on his knees and chose the "warming" lube. He took the small red bottle, squeezed a copious amount of gel into his palm. He covered two of his fingers with the substance before laying down next to Lucas. He kissed his cheek and put an arm under his head. He kissed him again. "Spread your legs..." Eliott whispered in his mouth. So did Lucas. The young man reached in between his legs and circled his sensitive rim before pushing slowly, very slowly one first finger. Suddenly, Lucas's body stiffened. He opened big round eyes and frowned. "Wow... No, wait... Eli, stop! -What?" Eliott asked, no moving anymore. "The lube, it's... It's terrible. -Oh come on, it's just a bit warm... -I'm serious Eliott, get out of my ass!" Lucas wriggled, moved away from Eliott's hand then sat down on the matress, trying to get rid of the traces of lube on and in his butts. Breathing out deeply, Eliott started to lose some patience. All this sex was a nonsense... The young man only wanted to be in Lucas's arms, making love to him then getting to sleep. Was that way too complicated? He sighed, exaspered. "You're overreacting... You could have used to it... -No, Eli, I swear, it's terrible." Replied Lucas, wipping his ass with the towel. Eliott shruged. "You drama queen..." Lucas, a bit upset by his boyfriend's attitude, raised his eyebrows at him. "Oh yeah ? You really think I'm overreacting? "Well..." Eliott mumbled as he sat next to him. "Ok, let's see that..." Lucas took the small red bottle of lube, put a large amount of gel in his hand then rubbed it all along Eliott's dick. The latter opened his mouth to say that this lube wasn't terrible and quite nice actually but a very unpleasant feeling of burn explosed on his dick. "Wh... What the Hell is that?!" The young man shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is awful! -Ah! Who's the drama queen now?!" Lucas exclaimed, very proud to have proven his point to his arrogant boyfriend. "Give me that fucking towel!" Said Eliott, trying to make some fresh air with his hands around his burning dick. "Hn, hn. What to we say first?" Replied Lucas, hidding the towel behing his back. "Oh come on Lu, this isn't funny!" Eliott shouted, desesperatly wiggling. "What do we say first? -Please Lucas, give me that fucking towel, you were right, I'm sorry. Please, please, please my love! " Finally, Lucas gave the towel to him. The young man grabbed it quickly then rubbed himself with it during long and long seconds. "I don't even understand how they dare to sell this kind of shit..." He grumbled.

After a minute, once their butts and dicks cleaned of any stain of burning lube, the two naked boys, still on their knees in front of each other, looked into each other eyes. "We're ridiculous..." Said Lucas in a smirk. Eliott, agree with him, started to laugh. "Guess we wouldn't have had all these problems with vegan lube..." These last words made Eliott laugh harder and it wasn't long before Lucas joining in. The two of them laughed so hard, they ended up wiping tears from their eyes. "Come here..." Eliott said as he opened his arms to Lucas. The latter crowld into his embrace. The couple cuddled each other in a warm (sweet warm this time) atmosphere. After some time, Lucas opened an eye and looked upon Eliott's shoulder. "Look at this mess..." He whispered. The two young men were surrounded by dirty towel and sheets (despite Eliott's care), a dozen of condoms all across the room and by two dirty condoms, dripping lube and precum on their new carpet. "I feel so gross..." Mumbled Eliott, lowering his eyes on their two sticky bodies. "Do... Do you still want to fuck?" Asked Lucas, kissing Eliott's chin. "Well... If you want to but... You know what I'm dreaming of right now? -What? -Shower, just a good hot shower. -Oh I'm so in!" The two young men, before spinning in the shower and without even bothering to get dressed, took the time to clean the room a bit. Eliott put new clean sheets on the mattress while Lucas worked to find an empty drawer where he could store all the lubes and condoms. The two young men took pleasure in throwing the lube from Hell in the nearest trash can and disappeared in the bathroom. Under the warm, pleasant and saving water, they stroked each other again, this time slowly, tenderly, without laughing or joking coming to intersperse their endless kisses. Each cum into the other's hand in a peaceful groan of pleasure. A little bit later, in the bed, under the soft and thick duvet, Eliott let the hazy warmth enveloping him. On his back, the skin of Lucas who was spooning him as usual. The young man sighed happily. "Eli ... -Yeah? -I love you. -I love you too my love." "Eli? -What? -You smell good. -Thanks, you too. Sleep now babe." "Eli? -... -Eli, are you sleeping? -Not yet... What? -We forgot to try the glowing in the dark condom... -For God sake, Lu, sleep now!"

#Domestic bliss #Established relationship #Elu #Drunk!Lucas is soooo fun #Eliott is the perfect boyfriend #Skam France #Science can do many great things nowadays

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ravenqueen89 · 4 years

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birthdayyy fiiiic!

Idk what anyone else is celebrating but today is the birthday of one of the most wonderful people ever to exist: the beautiful, talented, amazing wonder that is @briarfox13. She brings joy to all who know her, and she deserves all the happiness and gifts in the world. I hope one day she will have them.

Here’s some self-indulgent Saskia and Garrus for you, m’dear. I hope it suits!

(set post-ME3 so i’m doing a looot of handwaving)

Having time off feels wrong somehow. There’s so much to do, so much to repair, so much to save. Saskia hasn’t stopped working since she left the hospital in London. There have been crisis meetings upon crisis meetings, hours upon hours of diplomacy and bureaucracy and Saskia sneaking off to the building sites to do the work that actually matters.

It will take years to rebuild all that has been destroyed in the war on Earth, let alone everywhere else, but the powers that be thought it would restore some semblance of normality to send everyone home (whatever shape home might take) over the Christmas holidays.

It feels wrong regardless. There’s so much she could be doing, so many people she should be helping. It keeps her awake at night, in the small temporary housing complex she’s been assigned just outside what’s left of Vancouver. She should be out there, distributing supplies and aid. She should be out there, building it all up brick by brick.

Instead, she lies awake on Christmas Eve, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep the memories of the past few years at bay. Garrus is at the London headquarters, helping the Turian refugees that have been left stranded on Earth while the mass relay network is undergoing extensive repairs. She knows that they’re both doing important work but she misses him, hates being apart from him, especially after those weeks in the hospital when she had no idea if he was alive.

When Christmas Eve has turned into early morning on Christmas Day, Saskia gives up on sleep and shuffles into her small kitchenette. She’s been collecting items haphazardly in the short time she’s spent here but there’s enough for what she’s planned.

The chocolate cake is her grandmother’s grandmother’s recipe. She hasn’t made it in years but every time she does it’s like she’s back in her childhood kitchen in Wales, rain turning into sleet and pouring over the hills outside and her grandmother chattering away in a mix of languages, flour and chocolate everywhere. The cake used to be the centrepiece on Christmas day, but it was reserved for Saskia’s benefit alone. ‘You are the most important part of today, Sasenka,’ her grandmother used to say and Saskia had never felt overshadowed. She still remembers the softness of the red and green jumper she used to wear for her birthday. She still remembers the warmth of the kitchen, the way she used to feel so safe. Everything has changed since then, but not this.

There’s something very calming about the precision of baking, about the science behind every step. She can feel the tension and the loneliness lessen to the point where she can breathe more easily with every part of the process, though it all still weighs her down. She wishes she could be with her friends, her family. She wishes she could at least be out there, making a difference. Instead, she’s all alone on her birthday, on Christmas, assailed by memories and worries. She hasn’t even found decorations. All she has is the cake. She’s going to have some and save the rest for tomorrow when she’ll take it with her to the makeshift school where many of the children are staying. She’ll tell them stories and it will feel almost like a celebration, almost like the destruction of the town isn’t right next to them.

Saskia sits on the windowsill while the sponges are cooling. Dawn breaks like everything’s normal, like Saskia’s still a child in a Welsh house and not a commander who’s cheated death twice. She thinks about her ship and the family she’s made on it, wonders where they all are. There will be mail to be read on her terminal from all of them, filtering through barely-working connections, but it’s not the same as being around them. Saskia feels selfish but all she wants sometimes is to be able to fix everything up and then take to space again with her crew. Too much has changed. Too much has been lost, too much has been broken. She’ll be grounded for a while yet, far from all of them, far even from Garrus. Transport to London takes far longer than it used to, and it’s too long for those as busy as they are. They’re a general and a commander, trying desperately to fix things.

Dawn turns into a grey morning by the time the cake is cooling in the fridge, brushed with syrup and coated with icing. It looks decadent in a way that makes Saskia feel almost guilty but she might as well do something if she’s cooped up here. She idly considers flicking through a book she’s found before her scheduled vidcall with Garrus later in her afternoon and his evening. Now that nothing is distracting her she’s starting to feel restless again, despite her apartment smelling like her childhood now. It’s too icy outside for a walk, so she sits back on the windowsill with her book, but she can’t focus on it. She keeps thinking of everything she needs to do, all the meetings that lie ahead. She keeps thinking of her home in Wales and her home on the Normandy. She keeps missing.

The sound of the door unlocking with a ping is a surprise, but not as much of a surprise as Garrus walking through it. She’s actually frozen for a moment where she just looks at him like he’s a dream and he just stands there. She knows him well enough to read him, but it doesn’t take knowledge to notice how pleased with himself he is for managing to surprise her.

Garrus is holding a box and Saskia sends it flying when she jumps into his embrace like she’s been starving for it, clinging to him like she’s trying to establish the reality of him. He murmurs something in her ear that she can’t hear above the thudding of her heartbeat, but it doesn’t seem to matter. They hold on to each other for moments that Saskia wishes would stretch on forever, foreheads pressed together.

‘You’re here,’ Saskia says, and if her voice is trembling they’ll be the only ones to know it.

Garrus laughs but she can hear the shakiness of the sound. She knows how much he hates being far from her, especially after everything. It echoes her own sentiments.

‘I’m here. Admiral Hackett wanted me to bring you that,’ he says, tilting his head towards the box on the floor. Red and green tinsel is spilling out of it. ‘He kept telling me about this thing called Christmas and I kept telling him that it’s your birthday.’

‘It’s both,’ Saskia says, pressing a whisper of a kiss over Garrus’ mandible until it flutters, until he makes that content sound of his, the sound that feels like home.

‘That might be, but you’re what’s most important. In my unbiased view, anyway,’ he says, tone smug but earnest, and it reminds her of exactly how important she feels when he’s with him, how utterly unbeatable, regardless of how many scars she carries with her.

Tomorrow she’ll take him to the school and show him what progress she’s made and soon she’ll have to say goodbye to him again. For now, she holds on.

#my writing #say happy bday to the best briar #saskia shepard #shakarian

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starlightshowtimeproductions · 4 years

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Back With a Madness | Daichi | Trial 2 | RE: Shu, Fab, Amelie, Shimura, Alibis

The whole time Daichi was just sitting straight, legs forming a "4", eyes switching gazes towards whoever was talking. At the beginning, he didn't seem like he was paying attention because he simply stared at Seiya's image for a while, contemplating whether or not he should care about this whole thing, but the longer he listened to everyone, though he was talking to nobody in particular, ultimately he decided.

"It's difficult for me to care about someone I've only seen like what, once? Let alone someone who... just died and I didn't even manage to give them a nickname, there's no guarantee I'd be serious, though, but for the record I am never serious about anything. I'm Daichi."

In the trial, enter the fool.

First he gave Shu a smile, imagine him patting her on the back.

"You slept in the graveyard and you didn't tell me? Well, I could've accompanied you and fought the monster with you at that time. You did well, but it could've gone better had you been on my side, you know!"

As soon as he finished, he realized one of them has been looking so strongly at him... Fabergé. He returned the same look at her with a straight face, determined to win this staring contest, confident that he will win, but he needed to focus.

"Hey, hey, why are you giving me that look? I know myself very well, I admit I like scaring people...I've had almost everyone, but you know, you're creeping me out a whole looot!"

Says the one whose hobby is to make others almost pee their pants. One could hear something erupting just by the tone of his voice itself.

"Besides! Serial killers are my thing, but a sla- basher's costume like that, that's lamer than the lamest horror film I've ever seen. That thing's been trademarked already! Like Amelie said, I would've come up with my own basher's outfit to fit my identity. Whoever dressed this blondie up in a costume like this has- how do you call this... the fashion sense of a turd leech. If you're trying to scare, or even kill someone this way, you can't even qualify for a slasher, basher, even a thriller film... because you're insulting the point of one if you're not being original, there's no thrill!"

That was... something. Daichi was unaware of his explosion of opinions until he paused and ran a hand on his hair, finally calming down.

"Or you can qualify for a horror comedy film, that which I would watch and laugh at. It'll be a 10/10 for me."

"Look, I wish I was the one who attacked Cheese but all I had with me was a bag of purifying dust. To add... I was covered in blood before I entered the chamber, and I told you already, this is not salt, Shimura'yok, because repellents don't do God's work, this is meant to repel them to their demise, gone even in the demon world. Sadly, it did not work either, so I just played around with the circles I drew 'till what, 11?"

The male laughed for a bit before stopping and looking away. He didn't continue with his entire alibi, where he was after he left the lounge. He crossed his arms. Did he think it wasn't something of relevance, or was he hiding something?

#Daichi #Chapter 2 #Trial #submission

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koiandjelly · 4 years

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So Fila’s actual past isn’t very detailed, because she’s not a main OC, and I haven’t spent a ton of time actually thinking about her as a character lol. 98% of my Creativity goes to my original content characters, cuz someday when I finish actually crafting my worlds, I’m gonna write a book. I’m aiming for the lofty goals of making a full, fleshed out, intricate— just fuckin’... a whole ass Multiverse system comparable to the Lore content of Tolkien’s works, or The Elder Scrolls— gah fuck y’know what, I’m changing this post from being about my Fantasy Life OC to being about my creation baby, the effort of about 6 years (I am 20 years old, and although I didn’t know it at the time I started, I was 14 when I made the shitty Fire Emblem Manakete rip-off race that I’m gonna actually now talk about, because holy fuck this ain’t gonna fit in a parenthesis “btw have some info” bubble)

A’ight so I have a hard time keeping track of time, especially in a large scale across years. Apparently it’s related to being severely depressed without medication (communication error on my part, my parents are very lovely and helped me ASAP when I spilled the beans) while also having moderate to severe ADD. So, ya know, keep in mind that I was yet another terribly depressed 8th grader when I talk about my creation’s early days. I wouldn’t experience that time of my life for any sort of payment ever. It was goddamn miserable, because when I was midway through the age of 14, not only did the aforementioned depression spring up, but I also realized I was bisexual (And I live in the infamous state of Alabama, for reference. Don’t fear for me though, I was too unnoticeable to be bullied if anyone did know, and my wonderful mother, whom I love and cherish with all of my heart, is one of the few Christians that actually... like... do what their own God tells em to. That is, Jesus. I’m an atheist and have a general discomfort about the idea of super powerful entities actually existing irl, but I do agree with the stuff I’ve heard and remember from a decade ago in Church about Jesus. Good guy. But yeah my mom not only accepted me and reassured me when I came out, but she’s gone even further and is of the opinion/fact that lgbt folks are, really, good and normal and that God created them, so she really genuinely just... loves and accepts me. There’s no “I love you despite of this” in the equation and I am so grateful. But again. I digress)

Pause after that sidetrack, to recap, all of my medical issues began to emerge about 6 months before I turned 15. Including what I hate most, the emergence of my Fibromyalgia and Sjogren’s Syndrome, and for an added kick to the flesh, an undifferentiated connective tissue disorder. Meaning, as what I understand it to be, a nameless chimaera of many symptoms in a way that the disorder either is it’s own thing, or just can’t easily be recognized as any one disorder. And I had anxiety. If I recall correctly on *that*, forgive me cuz it’s been a while since it’s been diagnosed/brought up in a significant way, I have or had either general anxiety *and* social anxiety, or just lightweight versions of both, or something, but at the time I was horribly shy and I couldn’t even talk to the teacher after class about schoolwork, even though I tried rationalizing it to hell and back that I shouldn’t be scared— as you’ll guess, shit didn’t work out til I got medicine for it, because no amount of logic and rational thought will change the fact that I was struggling because of a literal disorder, an error of the brain, and as with that walking with two shattered femurs ain’t gonna work, trying to talk when the talk machine broke... ain’t going to goddamn work.

God. I am rambling a lot. But anyway, shit fucking sucked as a teen for me, because I got that wombo combo, prepare for trouble, make it double, precision strike at my existence as a person during fucking already difficult puberty— I am rambling. It’s 4:55am as of this sentence lmao. I had a nasty cocktail of both mental illness and physical disorders pop up once puberty hit me, so I, through many events starting from loving to draw as a toddler, to play pretend stories of heartbreak, betrayal, and death as best an 8 year old could understand via playing with Polly Pockets, and all the creative power I inherited from my Dad, plus the motivation borne through a need to escape, I started making my own characters.

So, to return to the present state of my creations, which will now be referred to as Bounding Beyond the Stars, or BBtS, I’m gonna get some things out of the way. Just to clarify, yeah? I have created my worlds in a way that is specifically meant to stand apart from the irl universe as we know it. I’m certainly not a knowledgeable researcher with any level of comprehension on Spacial law and quantum physics and shit like that. So hey, if something ever seems... like, off, or wrong? Unless it’s pretty obviously wrong in the “hey you just googled how a thing works, and misunderstood it, and made a detail based on a failure to understand stuff and that’s dumb in a catastrophic way that even a high school level viewer would notice...” kind of mistake, then hey, shoot me a message. But if some sort of universal rule seems fucky in the way that it doesn’t make sense, but isn’t a catastrophic structural error... well, Imma use that sentence to start a better one. For an example of a catastrophic error, perhaps... this: “This planet has no seasons cuz of its shape and axis! And it is also like twice as big as Earth!” That would be catastrophic alone because anyone with a grasp on planetary gravity or something, may go and think “if it’s that big, gravity’s gonna be way more intense”. And you’d be right! Which is why I usually account for those things with... *Magic*.

Before I split this post for Length reasons, and I’m sorry the majority of this was me rambling about how my general experience with life sucked from ages 14-17, I’mma state something very important about all my creations.

Magic, which will be explained in depth at a later point, is a fundamental, essential, and omnipresent force of not just any one universe in my Multiversal Trio. It is a key piece of Reality itself, as magic is the flow of many multiples of millions of unique and mysterious energies, concepts, and laws existing anywhere that Is.

To end this post, I’m going to put a quick summary and explanation why I’m rambling about any of this: The rant about my age and circumstances at the start are relevant because it’s necessary context for the tone and type of writing my creations are built upon. The foundations of BBtS are borne from a sometimes angsty, sometimes genuinely upset 14 year old who found escape in the art of Creation. There have been many, many, many heavy edits, rewrites, scrapped info and ideas, and even more info built upon it. It used to be pretty pointlessly edgy in a lot of ways, and redundant in grimdark, morphing into *grimderp* plot devices and character traits. The way it’s written today, I like to think the lore of my many high fantasy-alien societies, and all its denizens and creators and whatever else, are still written to be dark, be dangerous, even angsty... but more skillfully so, with the sort of nuance a 14 year old wouldn’t really even begin to understand. Cuz I still like high stakes stories with real consequences and character deaths when appropriate. And I enjoy characters who have tragic pasts, but now that I’m older and I’ve seen and read about and done so much more— I can write that stuff *better*. And more over, what I’m most satisfied with, is that I’m more in touch with myself as a person, and I’ve evolved many of my personal beliefs and ideals and all the things of the world I can have opinions on. But most of all, I’ve reached a point where I have consumed enough content from others to where I have figured out how to write something that should be interesting, and maybe a bit new, because I put a looot of Damn focus on identifying, and understanding, writing structure, cliches, plot holes to avoid, character traits to handle differently, and just generally making something that’ll appeal to both me, and my audience, should I get that far.

#original content #ramble #long ramble #worldbuilding #personal history #long post #fantasy #sci-fi #science fiction #it’s currently 5:24am as i think of appropriate tags lol #sleep deprived #late night/early morning thoughts

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yayforstuffs · 5 years

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“Have a nice evening, ma’am!” Seth called out as a rather stuffy woman left the stall, and breathed out a sigh. Despite her looks saying that she had quite a bit of money, she sure was stingy on spending it, insisting that the pieces he and Vesroh had made were too expensive for her. Her loss, he supposed. Didn’t want people like her wearing their stuff, anyways.

With her leaving, though, it also meant it was time for him to close up the small stall. Vesroh had gone to another seller, some acquaintance of his that he’d wanted to buy something from before their shop had closed, but it was on a different street. It didn’t matter much, though- he’d closed up enough times with the older man there that he knew by now what to do, moving almost by habit. Technically, though, he could stay open a little longer… but it was close enough to nightfall that most other vendors had shut up shop and any potential customers had gone indoors, leaving the street mostly vacant. There was a group of three men that were ambling their way down the road, so he didn’t close the blinds just in case, but he did begin packing up the things that weren’t on display.

It proved he’d had a good thought to not close them up, as the group drew closer and, after a moment, approached the stall.

“Good evening,” he greeted as he stood back up, toeing the box he’d just set down closer to the front of the stall. “Anything catch your eye?”

One of the men, the tallest, wearing a necklace with a rather large ruby in it, looked over the display and then looked at the others, and gave a small shrug. Perhaps not, then. But another stepped up and began looking.

“Ah, maybe. Lemme just… see what’s here.”

Seth nodded. “Take your time.”

The other’s face was weirdly unreadable. It seemed like he wasn’t really looking at the jewelry- Seth wondered what was distracting him.

“Say… do you have anything available that isn’t displayed?”

Ugh. Maybe he shouldn’t have started to pack up early. “We do, yes, but it’ll take a minute for me to get it out. Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Mm… something intricate. A necklace, maybe.” Intricate. Okay. He reached down for a box and opened it, pulling out a necklace with beautiful beads and wires wrapping around them in different patterns.

“Something like this, maybe?” He held it up for the other to see, holding it at the top and supporting the bottom with his other hand. The man leaned in and looked at it, then reached out and felt the beads. His fingers touched the palm of Seth’s hand as he did so, and the younger blinked. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. But it was only for a second, and besides, the other had pulled his hand back already.

“Mmmmm… no, I don’t think that’s something she’d like. You have anything in red?”

“Yeah, let me…” Seth again retreated behind the opening, putting the necklace away. A few seconds later, he popped back up with another one- this one was a favorite of his, despite its color. Simple, but the rubies in it made it highly valuable, and the gold wire accents took the plain and made it gorgeous. He held it up with a grin. “How about this? One of our finest pieces.”

Again, the man inspected it, reaching forward to touch it. Seth tightened his grip slightly, as was habit- a precaution for any that might try to grab and run. But again, as the man’s hand made contact with his, something didn’t feel right. He gave a twitch of a head shake, and the man stood up straight again, putting his hand to his chin.

“I dunno, what do you think? Red and gold’s a good look for her.”

“That pattern’s neat, innit? That bit there’s nice.”

“This?” The man touched the chain again, lifting it off of Seth’s palm to highlight a portion of the pattern, and this time, a shiver went through him as contact was made. He pulled back instinctively, pulling his hand closer.

The three looked at him inquisitively, and he realized that in pulling his hand to his chest, he’d also pulled the necklace out of the man’s hand.

But… that feeling- it was….

“Did… did you just… cast a spell?”

The looker’s eyebrows showed confusion, and his gaze slid from Seth to the other two, who seemed just as confused as him. “I… did not? Why would I…?”

Seth forced out a sigh to relax his shoulders. It was getting late.

“S-sorry, it’s… the night’s just getting to me, I think,” he said with a lighter tone, trying to make the atmosphere a little less awkward.

“Ah, yeah, I getcha,” the other said, giving Seth some actual relief. “Happens to me all the time, too. Especially with the times lately. It’s real easy to get jumpy once the sun goes down.” Seth nodded, holding the necklace back out, but the man held his hand up. “Actually, I think I’ll pass on that one.”

“Oh- alright.” He bent down and carefully put it back in its box. “Wanna look at anything else?” he asked as he slid the box over by the others, and then straightened again.

“I like the red though- do you have another red one? She likes mythological creatures… You ever heard of something called the Phoenix?” Seth’s breath caught in his throat. “Big fire bird, y’know. Lots of red, orange… maybe some yellow.” He tersely swallowed, a poor attempt at keeping himself calm. His breaths had become a lot shallower, and he was suddenly acutely aware that nobody else was nearby. What if he hadn’t imagined it? “You know, I’ve even heard that there are some people, get this, that have magic from this legendary bird, can you-” Abruptly, the man cut off, sniggering to himself. “Oh man, I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t keep going. Your face is priceless.” Seth’s foot shot backwards to run, and the man snapped his fingers as he issued a two-syllable phrase.

He couldn’t move.

“I lied. I definitely cast a spell on you.” He couldn’t even move his eyes to look for Vesroh. Couldn’t use any magic, either, to Send for help. The tallest that had initially looked at his wares was speaking now, moving his hands: he was preparing a spell, and Seth didn’t want to find out what it was. “You’re hard to find, you know.” The talker leaned forward, propping his elbow on the counter to rest his chin on. He couldn’t run- even if he could move, who knew what spell the other was preparing? He had to at least interrupt the casting first, and then run. “Particularly considering we didn’t even hear from the Low Plains gang for weeks after what you did. And by then, you were looong gone.” He at first tried to move his entire body, but realized that, should he break out before the spell ended, he’d want to catch them by surprise. He tried moving his pointer finger. “You didn’t manage to wipe out everyone, at least. We had a couple stragglers that showed up at our doorstep, horrifically burned to the point where even our healers couldn’t fix their faces. We’ve got some terribly scarred people that would really like to thank you for what you did.”

Seth’s finger twitched.

And he burst to action, shooting his hand up and shooting out a small ball of fire from it right through the stall window at the one casting, and the talker jerked back with an alarmed cry. To his satisfaction, he hit, and with that, he turned on his heel and took off. He didn’t get five paces before the talker yelled out and Seth’s movement was forcibly halted.

“You’ve got some guts, I’ll give you that, but you’re not getting away. Not this time.”

Paralyzed again. Speaking from behind him told him that the caster was back at work. He was right back in the same spot.

“That was a smart move, too, hitting Owen. Only problem is, I can keep doing this however long I need to in order to give him time to cast.”

His eyes became glassy, and he needed to blink, but he couldn’t. He kept hoping, hoping, hoping that Vesroh would come back. A monk like him would be able to do something, right? This guy couldn’t paralyze two people at once, right? Or- or maybe guards would come by, or- or something, someone would see what was going on and help.

“Y’know, I couldn’t believe it when Caden said he had to send three- three people after you. I guess when you can just set yourself on fire on a whim, that’d make it hard for one person to get ahold of you, huh? Especially when you’ve gotta have at least one person making sure no passersby see anything. That takes some serious concentration.”

A tear finally slid down his cheek. He couldn’t go back, he couldn’t go back, he couldn’t go back, he’d be killed. Or worse.

“I mean, we did a looot of debating about how to bring you in. We didn’t have any way of keeping you from setting everything on fire, no reliable way to knock you out ‘til you were nice and safe in an anti-magic cell. But Owen here did some research, found this really cool spell, and I think we’ve got a nice way to handle this problem.”

He stumbled forward, caught by surprise as the spell ended and his unbalanced weight threw him off, but then he was being tugged backwards. He jerked around to try and break the hold of whoever had him, but found nobody was holding him- a bright white was emanating from the caster’s necklace, pulling him closer. He leaned away from it and worked his feet against the cobbled stone ground, but he kept moving forward as the white from the jewel became brighter and brighter, enough to begin obscuring his surroundings. ‘Uncle Ves they’ve found me and I need help please!’ As he was Sending for help the white entirely covered his vision, and he realized he couldn’t tell where the ground was- he wasn’t touching it anymore. He wasn’t touching anything anymore, whirling around in a sea of endless white that never let him figure out which way was up and which way was down, and then his movement stopped as everything blacked out.

It took him a moment to realize that the reason everything was black was because his eyes were closed, and he opened them. There was red glass in front of him, and… No, that wasn’t glass, that was- that was ruby. He then realized what he was seeing through the ruby, and his eyes widened. Two giant faces peered down at him. Two ginormous faces peered down at him, one of them- the talker that had paralyzed him- sneering. Seth saw his mouth moving, but didn’t hear a thing. He instinctively tried to back up, and found he couldn’t- not by conventional means. He was suspended, floating in the middle of- of- He looked around and saw- gold setting. Necklace chain. Giant- giant clothes. The big neck and- and chin and- face above him. His heart sank and his breathing hitched up another peg as he realized it was the jewel- the jewel on the necklace of the caster. He was inside it. He was inside the jewel.

Fire burst into existence around him, surrounding him as he shot his hands up, flames blazing out in front of him, pushing against the gem wall- and nothing happened. He tried again against the backing behind him, hoping maybe that would do something different, but it didn’t. It didn’t work. He couldn’t get out. Magic didn’t do anything. A couple attempts at moving, and he reached the front of the ruby and desperately punched it as hard as he could, crying out in equal parts fear and pain when his hand slammed uselessly against the hard surface. He looked out and saw they were laughing. Laughing at the young adult that now had tears streaking down his face as he near hyperventilated, crying as he fruitlessly tried to break out, exhausting every spell he knew.

He finally looked out again, and realized the scenery had changed. They were leaving.

He turned his head to the side, somehow hoping to at least still see the stall, but it was long gone.

His mantle flickered out.

And he cried.

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