#lovely october weather sleeping with the windows open

[hollow-head]

the 3am graces

[konigsblog]

how would kidnapper konig take care of his engel who gets sick often?

your immune system has never been great. it's always been that way, from when you were a child, you'd become sick easily and would have to stay off school more often. you're prone to colds and coughs and other forms of sicknesses, but könig wasn't expecting such an ill, sweet thing when he had chosen to kidnap you.

it's early in the morning on a sunday in october, and the cold weather doesn't benefit you in any way, despite not leaving the house. the windows being left open leave you feeling unwell with a stuffy nose and a pounding headache preventing you from resting. you have been awake all night, unable to get a blink of sleep. you listen to the heavy rain outside in the woods and the sounds of the oak, tall trees creaking slightly, along with the whistling and loud wind, hoping that it'll help you doze off. but unfortunately, you're disrupted by the sounds of könig's heavy footsteps against the floorboards upstairs. you've been with könig for a couple of months, locked away downstairs in his basement as his little pet, bound with handcuffs on an old, mattress and a wooly, soft blanket to comfort you.

the sound of the basement door being unlocked is audible, the key turning inside of the lock and könig's footsteps approaching his darling. he'd been thinking about you all night. he struggled to sleep for tonight as well; something was nagging at him and was preventing him from falling asleep inside of his head. although he quickly realised why he couldn't doze off at the sight of you; you look sickly, with noticeable eye bags and a high temperature. he shakes his head, disappointed that you've became unwell once again. it feels like the millionth time you've fallen ill. könig offers you a bowl of soup, made with "love" (or whatever könig's perception and idea of love is, which clearly isn't normal or moral).

könig worries often about your health. he's pretty much a hypochondriac, but for you, not for himself. he's constantly concerned for your safety and well-being and will spend hours by your side, helping you fall asleep or bathing you. he hates seeing you so unwell and thinks about allowing you upstairs in his bed at night, so he can check on you easily.

[the-kr8tor]

Autumn of '88

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.8k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), Hobie is mentioned taller than R, Reader and Hobie are 13/14 in this, Puppy love, TTN! Reader and Hobie, set in the TTN universe, best friends to lovers (prequel to TTN), CW food mentions, Fluff.

A/N: This is the last of the 1k celebration fics! Thank you all so much ❤️❤️❤️

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Head on your palm, heavy eyes slowly closing with every dreary words that your biology teacher says, you fight a yawn from escaping since the last time someone yawned in front of Mrs. Weathers they got kicked out of class. But with the boring subject about symbiotic relationships in the wild, that you most definitely already know since you did the advanced reading, you're tempted to yawn loudly and widely just so you could escape from this biology hell.

The air is crisp, October air breezing through you from the open window to your left. Clad in your cardigan and yellow corduroy pants, the cold still seeps into the thick fabrics. It's a comfortable cold but with you sitting still for more than an hour without stretching your limbs has you freezing in your seat.

You risk getting called out by Mrs. Weathers if she notices you looking out of the window for even a second. But you are so bored out of your mind that you'd rather stare at the oak tree outside than continue to listen to her yapping about symbiosis. Having the brilliant idea to hide your wandering eyes from the teacher with your hand slightly covering your profile, now safe from her piercing gaze, you watch as the orange leaves dance with the breeze.

There's a pile of dead leaves at the bottom of its trunk, and you wish you could jump inside and never have to study biology ever again. It must be so warm and cozy inside, with the orange and yellow leaves as your sky and walls, you'll live like a tiny mouse queen ruling over your land. You think of all the stuff you'll bring inside your little leaf kingdom, your sketchbook is definitely a yes, and also your big pack of colorful markers and pencils is an absolute need. You'll need some snacks of course, some eggos and cheese balls would suffice. As for sleeping, you guess you'll never need to sleep when you have so much time to do anything you want in your leaf kingdom.

Yet, you think you'll be lonely inside. Sure you can bring your gameboy or your care bears, but they can't exactly talk and have the most riveting banter with you. With a smile, you plan to bring your best friend with you to your autumn kingdom. Hobie can be your bard or your right hand man. It's perfect, you think, a perfect place where it's just you and Hobie where there's no more school to attend, no more grades to keep up, just you and him having fun in the pile of leaves.

With a sigh, you blink slowly as your eyes get heavier and heavier with every daydream. Fighting the sandman from having his sandy grip on you, you pinch your cheek subtly. Opening your eyes, a familiar silhouette appears right next to the oak tree. Long arms waving in your direction, legs jumping to get your attention. Blinking rapidly, it's none other than Hobie who has the widest grin on his face when he notices that he finally has your attention.

He motions for you to go outside, beckoning you over dramatically. Miming that he'll cry if you don't go outside. You think otherwise, quietly giggling at his antics.

After the realization, you straighten in your seat, wondering why and how he got outside when he's supposed to be in maths.

A loud thwack slams against your desk, jumping awake, Mrs. Weathers shakes her head, tongue clicking in agitation.

“If you're not prepared to listen in class it's best that you should leave, miss L/N.” She says, gritting her fake teeth.

“Okay,” you stand up to collect your things, shoving your notebook and books inside your already full backpack. Your reply has Mrs. Weathers confused, since you are her best student.

“Wait—” you've never seen her flabbergasted, your classmates snicker silently in their seats, some even clap and cheer you on.

Giving them all a shrug, you exit the classroom before she grabs you back inside. With the door shutting close, you sprint towards the exit. Trainers squeaking on the linoleum, backpack heavy, you push the double doors open with your shoulder. Hobie greets you outside just as the fresh air whips at your cheeks.

He claps slowly but surely, face proud with a smug smile. “I've got to hand it to you, Pingu, I did not expect that. I have successfully made a rebel out of you.”

Hobie stands on the grass like he owns the entire school, hands tucked inside his jeans, thumbs tapping on his metal belts that clinks against each other when he moves. For once, he's dressed for the weather, the old worn leather jacket now fits him better than last year, it was bigger on his shoulders back then. Puberty works in mysterious ways, you think. A denim vest lays on top of the leather, handmade pins of his favourite things are all tacked securely on the denim. Its edges are frayed, but you know it was intentional since you're the one who helped him do it. The thrifted ‘Queen’ shirt you gave him on his birthday is the perfect size, but you know that he'll only be able to wear it for a couple of years at the rate he's growing.

No one would think you two are best friends judging by how different your styles are, or how different you are to him. Personality wise, likes, dislikes, it's all different, sometimes you wonder how you two get along. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

“How'd you get out of maths?”

“Climbed out of the window before Mr. Keery came in.”

You doubt his story. “Yeah, right, your classroom is on the third floor, Hobie.”

He feigns hurt, “my own best mate doubts my abilities?” You roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks says otherwise. “‘m great at climbing, I could climb down from that height.” You stay silent, looking at him with a raised brow and unblinking eyes. “...fine, I faked sleepin' by snorin’ loudly, happy?”

You touch his shoulder with a mischievous smile. “Hobie, you don't have to fake snore because you snore like an elephant giving birth.”

“You're very funny,” he takes your wrist to push your hands away. You now notice the new nail polish on his nails. “That doesn't even make bloody sense.”

You ignore him, mouth agape and shocked at his painted nails. “You finally coloured your nails?” You take his hand that has nail polish sloppily painted on. The paint even reaches to the edge of his nails, painting his skin with shadowy black. “You could've asked me for help, y’know.”

“It's part of the style” He shrugs, taking his hand away before you can feel his pulse pick up.

“Sure, even the bubbles are in style.” You tease with a playful smile. “So why'd you call me over here?”

“Got bored, then thought you're also bored so I went to your window so we could skip the rest of the day.” He purposely skips the part that he knows exactly where you always sit.

You gasp. “Wait, I thought we were just skipping class, not skipping the rest of the day!” Hands on your hips, you shake your head. “And here I thought there's like a really cool… stick or something.”

“A stick?” He chortles.

“Yeah, like the one you found a few days ago that actually looked like a sword.”

“Nah, I wanted to—” A high pitched whistle echoes out, startling you both. Finding the source of the sound, the school guard is currently running towards you. The hundreds of keys on his belt jingles, cheeks red from all the whistle blowing.

“Oi!” The yells, pointing accusingly at you two.

With wide eyes, Hobie takes your hand before sprinting away. He practically drags you along with him, bigger strides than you, he looks over his shoulder to check on you. Unsurprisingly enough, he has a huge grin on his lips, as if he planned all of it.

You follow his lead, dead leaves crunching under your shoes, backpack weighing you down. Yet, he doesn't leave you even though you're slowing him down. You appreciate him for not letting your hand go, but you don't like how your heart hammers against your chest when you look at your intertwined hands.

Finally reaching the metal fence, Hobie chucks his backpack over it. It's not that tall for him, he could easily jump over it with no problem, but with you still waiting on your growth spurt, it'll be a challenge for you. He knows it too, without asking he grabs your bag off your shoulders, he then quickly throws it over the other side before crouching down with his hands on top of the other.

“C’mon, Pingu, up you go!” Hobie flicks his eyes over to the guard, he's glad that the guard isn't exactly a track star. The whistling gets louder as the uniformed man gets closer. “Hurry—!”

Before he could finish saying the word, you shakily put your foot on his palm. With one strong push, and a jump from you, Hobie hoists you over the fence. You miraculously make it over, landing on your side with a groan. Hobie follows a second later, climbing like his life depended on it. Immediately grabbing each of your backpacks, then putting both on one arm, he lifts you up from the pavement with one hand just before the guard could even reach the fence; you two race off across the street, huffing and aching from the daring escape.

Going around a corner, Hobie leads you towards an alley. He skids off to a stop, heavy bags falling off his arms.

Hands on your knees, lungs burning, and face sweaty from the run, you check behind the corner if the guard is still after you.

“He won't follow us anymore. We're out!” Hobie exclaims, exhilarated, and grinning widely. He leans on the wall opposite of you, chest heaving, laughter echoing around the empty alleyway.

Copying his stance, cracking a smile, you laugh together with him. “You're a bad influence, Hobie Brown.”

“And you're a great influence, Y/N L/N.” His smile and his shining eyes says it all: we balance each other out. “Too bloody nice, that's what you are.”

You shake your head, chin resting on your clavicle to hide your lopsided smile. Heat on your cheeks, you seem to find yourself having the same expression lately whenever you're around him.

“Where to?” He asks once he caught his breath.

“My choice?” You ask, smile permanently etched on your lips.

“‘course,” Hobie says it like it's the most obvious thing. He was supposed to add to his sentence but he shuts his mouth before he could let the word escape.

You excitedly perk up. “The mall?”

He makes a face. “I'd rather stay in maths.”

“Arcade then?”

“They'd kick us out,” you knit your eyebrows in question. “Because we're skippin’ class, they put up that fuckin' sign a few weeks ago.”

“Oh right, I forgot. How about the record shop? Mike's cool, he might let us stay until classes are over.”

Hobie pushes himself off the wall, strutting over to you, your heart quickens for some reason. He pats shoulder with a smirk. “Your best idea yet,” taking both bags off the grimey floor, he puts them both on each shoulder. It's your turn to smirk at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say in a sing-song tone.

He clicks his tongue, avoiding your eyes. “C’mon then, before someone sees us here and thinks we're skippin' class.”

“Hobie, we are skipping class.”

“Not if we act like we're not.”

“...what?” You chuckle, blinking in confusion. “What would you do?”

“Nothin’, let's go.” He walks away from you.

“Oh come on, what will you do? Will you put on your best acting skills like how you faked being sick in front of the nurse? Because she was definitely convinced that you had chicken pox!” You giggle, following him, matching his longer strides.

“It worked, didn't it?” Hobie turns his head away from your playful glance.

“Yeah, because you had an actual fever. But sure, your drawn on chicken pox was very convincing.”

“I'm an artiste, Y/N.” He says, trying to do a french accent.

You snort, “sure, and I'm the queen of England.”

“Alright, your majesty.” He stops, “carry your own luggage,” your bag thuds on the pavement. “I don't want to help some parasite.” Smugly walking away, you feign hurt with your loud gasp.

“You…you doodoo head!” You yank your bag, wearing it properly on your back. Running after Hobie, he has a mischievous smile, one you're all too familiar with.

“Doodoo head? That the best you can come up with?” He says before bolting off, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey!” Running, you follow him with a laugh. “Asshole!”

—

Finally reaching the vinyl shop, the bells jingle as you two enter. The smell of plastic and cheap air freshener lingers in the air, the ancient shaggy carpet is soft under your trainers. Shelves upon shelves of records greet you as you roam your eyes around the different album covers. It's a slow day so the store is empty except for Mike the cashier who has headphones on.

Hobie sniffs dramatically, “home sweet home!”

Mike cracks an eye open, with a groan after seeing you and Hobie standing by the door, he chucks his headphones on the counter, looking disgruntled. The denim jacket with hundreds of patches and bottle cap pins is large on his lanky frame.

“Oh great, Hobie's here.” He says sarcastically, long straight hair flipped over his shoulder with one move from his head. “And he brought his little girlfriend. Hi, Y/N, you still hang out with this arse?” He points at Hobie who doesn't bother correcting him anymore. “Seriously, I thought you were smarter than that.”

“D’you finally have it, mate?” Hobie acts like he's the same age as Mike, even though the teenage cashier could be his older brother. Ignoring Mike's jab, he waits for his reply.

Wanting to quit his job is clearly seen on his face. Then he considers the fact that he needs to save for college. With a sigh, he points towards the end of the store, where you think ‘it’ is there.

Hobie punches the table with a thump, then he excitedly bounds over to where the cashier pointed. “Thanks, bruv.”

“Cyndi Lauper?” You ask, all wide eyed and shy. “It's not at the front anymore.”

“Over to the right, just across where your boyfriend is.”

“He's not my—nevermind, thanks.” Walking past all the display, Hobie guffaws when he finds what he was looking for. You smile at how happy he is.

He's so happy that he grabs you by your elbow, pointing at the new ‘Ramones’ album. The words “Ramones Mania” are printed in bright red.

“Finally! Look!”

“I see it, Hobs.” You chuckle, “didn't this release months ago though?”

“It did,” he sighs like he's recalling a bad memory. “But this place isn't making a lot of money from records like this, so Mike here!” He yells the last part to annoy the man. “Delayed ordering it. I had to come ‘ere every day just to remind him.”

You see Mike pressing the volume up on his walkman. Making sure that Hobie sees that he's not listening to him.

“You didn't tell me that.” You say, sounding a bit too hurt.

“Thought you wouldn't care.” Hobie shrugs, “‘sides, you don't listen to stuff like this.” He points at the album.

“I could listen to it, Hobs. I make you listen to my records and you seem to like it.”

Hobie's eyes soften. “You wanna listen to it together then? You might not like it.”

“Yeah,” you nod. “If I don't end up liking it then at least I gave it a try, right? If I do like it we have something new to talk about.”

He could only manage a smile and a curt nod. Taking the record to the listening booth that sits at the corner of the store, he leaves his bag outside whilst he opens the door for you. Placing your bag down more gently than he did, you enter the cramped booth.

Mike yells after you two, “you lot better not snog in there!” You and Hobie scrunch your faces at the man.

“We're fourteen, mate!” Hobie yells back, not agitated, just weirded out by Mike's comment.

“You're fourteen? How would I know? You look fuckin' sixteen, bruv! Tall motherfucker.” He whispers the last part, Hobie didn't hear it but you surely did.

“I thought he was cool.” You admit, shutting the booth door behind you.

“He's a wanker, just actin’ like he is. Thought you fancy him?”

“Ew.” He beams at your reaction.

You giggle, the sound bouncing off the padded walls of the booth. It's just a regular rectangular box with a shelf for the record player and a bench to sit on. It's quieter inside, the cars outside are muffled, the only clear thing you can hear is how your heartbeat gets faster and faster the longer you stay squished inside the booth with him. Sitting down, you leave enough space for him. Hands on top of the other, you roam your eyes around the cracking paint on the walls, mind making shapes from how the navy blue paint crumbles.

Hobie carefully takes the record out then places it on the record player. Sitting next to you, you can practically feel his excitement reverberating. He takes the headphones from its rack, turning each around so you and him could listen at the same time.

“Ready to shit your trousers?” He asks, eyes glinting from the single light bulb. He's so close to you that you can see yourself in the reflection in his eyes. And you can see every single strand of eyelashes that's perfectly blending in with his eyeliner.

“I don't want to poop on my trousers, I like this pair.” You joke, and you pat yourself on the back for making him laugh. “This is corduroy, Hobie.”

“Alright quiet time now.” He presses play as you hide your amused smile.

—

You bask in the sunset, eyes closed, you let the autumn air kiss your cheeks, your hands are behind you, propping you up. Despite the dusty pavement, and the looming problem of getting found out that you skipped school, you're perfectly content where you are right now. It would be perfect but you're missing something, or someone for that matter.

Cold air suddenly blows right behind you, the convenience doors close with a hiss and that's your cue to look up. Hobie appears upside down in your vision just like you thought, he tilts his head, you can see the cogs in his head turn. Placing the cup on your forehead, he laughs at your crossed eyes. Condensation rolls off from the plastic cup and into your skin.

Hobie takes it away before you could catch a cold. Sitting next to you, he hands you your bright slurpee. There's a mix of colours, red and blue melting into the orange and purple.

“They didn't have the brown one.” He says as he rips open a pack of Doritos. “There's no puddin’ pops either.”

“Aw,” you say slightly disappointed, but the sight of the box of nerds inside the plastic bag helps remedy your disappointment. “Ooh nerds!”

“Where?” As he says it, you see a grin slowly spreading on his face. “I only see one right here!” Chortling, grin wide, the orange hues of the sky paints him with its watercolour glow. You'd take this sight more than a day alone at the arcade.

“Ha ha.” You say flatly, sipping your drink too quickly, you wince loudly. Hobie guffaws into the barren space, save for the 711 behind you and the woods sitting quietly in front of you. His laugh echoes, even with his amusement, he still has the time to pat your back affectionately.

“Ow.” You rub your temple.

“What’d I tell you before? Drink it slowly, love.” The title slips out of his tongue. The second he realizes it, he hides behind his own cup, sipping wordlessly as he stares off into the woods.

Love, the simple freudian slip has you blinking at him slowly. He has never called you that before, he has, however, called you a bunch of nicknames that are either sweet or to purposely annoy you. But love? You've only heard older teenagers call each other that, and they usually have their hand inside their girlfriend’s or boyfriend’s back pockets when they do. You have no idea if Hobie has mistaken, because you're clearly not love, you're pingu, you're cheese, you're pebbles, hell, you're even lad, or his best mate. Never love, because that's reserved for someone you actually like, someone you truly care for.

Is he mistaken? Mimicking something he has heard around school?

“I should've told you about the album.” His voice wakes you to the present.

Do you care for him? Of course you do.

“What?” You breathlessly ask.

He's your best mate after Danny left, he was the only one who filled that lonely lonely gap he left. You think he's stuck with you forever, and he thinks you're stuck with him forever. Strangely enough, you both think it's perfect.

“Me pestering the shit out of Mike.” You knit your eyebrows at his words. He looks down at his boots, a small puddle at his feet reflects his own confused face. Is he apologizing? Why is he apologizing for? Weirdly enough, you both ask the same question.

You'd annoy Mike for him. You'd call the shop endlessly just so they would order his record. Even if you get in trouble for the telephone bill.

“You would've helped.” Hobie continues, eyes now looking into your own.

Care, it's a simple word, but you think it's not enough to describe how you feel about him, how you really feel about your best friend. It's much more than that.

“Yeah, I would've annoyed him too.” You softly smile at him.

“I know, love.” Because he knows you, and you know him too. Hobie utters the title more confidently, the word rolling off his tongue like butter. He makes it sound like he has been calling you that in his head for a long time. Maybe he has. “I know you would.”

He had the answer the whole time, it's not just you caring for him. It's love, it's love in its earliest state, it's love at its most innocent.

You love him, that revelation scares you, but it's better not knowing how you truly feel whenever he smiles at you and your heart skips a beat. Now you know, you'll tell him one day, one day when that feeling gnaws at your chest. But for now, you'll settle with drinking slurpees with him, you'll settle for skipping class so you could listen to records with him. For now you'll settle with loving him as his best mate, and for now, you're content just by being at his side.

[killshotbabe]

Title | Creepin’

Pairing | University student!Mark x reader ft. nct dream (minor appearances)

Warning (s) | minors dni! NSFW, Use of swear words, really mean!Mark, stalker and simp reader, solo masturbation, rough handling (to reader), degradation, name-calling, dirty talk, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, smut, unprotected sex (please wear protection!), creampie, public rough sex

Word count | 2.8 k ish…?

Song(s) | Toxic - RealestK, U&I - The NBHD

“Hey, time to go.”

The familiar voice of your friend stirred you out of your nonsensical dream, causing what seemed to be an audible gasp from her when you reached out so suddenly, all startled.

“Dude.”

“It’s always this fucking bean bag, sorry.” You mumbled, letting her hand go. You carefully stood up to stretch, the mini blanket you brought landing on the carpet floor. “How long was I out?”

Your friend glanced on her wristwatch with a hum. It downed to you that it was indeed time to go when you saw her with her coat on, books on-hand. You retrieved your blanket off the floor and folded it carefully.

“Like two hours tops? Our bus comes in like fifteen.”

“Well, you can go. I’m gonna get my sis to pick me up later instead.” You say, wanting to stay at least another hour to make up for the supposedly “study” date but you were so exhausted and told your friend you’d take a twenty nap only to end up sleeping for two hours.

You didn’t tell her to wake you up after twenty though, and you didn’t set an alarm too thinking your body would do the favour for you but that was still a dumb decision especially when the small booth you rented with her had a really comfortable looking bean-bag where students rest or even go as far as sleep on.

Unfortunately, you’re always a victim (and so is everybody else).

“What! You’re ditching me agaaaain,” She grumbled, bottom lip jutting out trying to spite you but she knew you’d just chuckle at her cute efforts.

“You literally get off the bus after five stops and leave me dude. But seriously, go home your pup’s probably looking for you right now.”

“Right! Ok, fine text me when you’re safe and sound though ok? Don’t want to lose my “study” buddy who loves getting her beauty sleep.”

Your opened your mouth to try and come up with a smart insult but you sighed, a matching smile gracing the both of you.

“You had no right to say that! But hey, I’m often available for you so…”

“True! I’ll see you next time then and will text you if we end up renting a different booth.”

Your friend blew a flying kiss which you jokingly grimaced at and made sure to escort her out of the entrance, reminding her to text you when she’s home (and if she could send a pic of her new pup too through messages you’d truly appreciate that) before you made your way back to the booth.

The clock read 5:45 pm and the window was absent of any daylight, plunging the whole room in semi-darkness until you decided it would be best to turn the lamp on which had been plugged to the table for use.

You spend another thirty minutes typing up study material for the incoming finals season until you slowly packed your things, one hand trying to rub the threatening surge of sleep terrorizing your eyes.

You stretched your arms above your head before you slipped your coat on, humming to yourself as you informed your sister you’d be home a little later and to not lock the gates so it’d be easier for you to get in especially when it’s dark out now and there were way too many creeps lurking in the alleyways of your neighbourhood despite the cold mid-October weather.

You could get her to pick you up — the option was there but you like taking public transit even at this hour because you knew it’d still be somewhat full and if it wasn’t, you didn’t mind having time for yourself as you drown yourself in music from your headphones, gaze falling to the window next to you as you watched a whole strip of sidewalks and tall buildings with an occasional bridge on sight.

You saw your friend’s message and replied back to it too, grinning at the picture of her pup learning a new trick. You sent her a quick reply before heading downstairs to make your way to the second floor of the library. There were still a lot of people at this hour so you weren’t really worried about being alone at this time.

Sometimes, you do stay just before 10 am but that usually takes place when there’s a group research, or if you need to do more studying. Studying at home didn’t really work for you, especially when your desk is just right next to your cozy-looking bed so the university’s gigantic library was the best option.

You tuck your phone into your pocket as you rounded yourself into another wing, your brain automatically leading you to your destination; another row of open study booths near the science department.

With your headphones strapped on, you search for an empty table near the dim-lit hall, claiming the one facing one of the meeting rooms filled with students majoring in medicine. The room in front of you is usually booked by the same group of people, one of them being your long-time crush for two years now.

Mark Lee.

You grin to yourself when you propped your laptop open, noticing the familiar head full of dark hair above the transparent glass along with those signature doe eyes. You can’t see the rest of his face because of the frosted glass but you could tell what expression he had. He looked quite focus, typing something down so intensely. He would look at the speaker (that being Jaemin, which your friend knew since they did share a class once back when they were taking classes for faculty admissions) then nod to himself. He would raise his hand too for the sole purpose of sharing his opinions on whatever topic they’re discussing.

Sometimes, you find yourself wondering why you didn’t gun for nursing just like them but you weren’t good with blood and nursing didn’t interest you just like the rest of the medical-related jobs. It was on demand, yes, but you were perfectly fine with pursuing finance. It promised great money, though, it would have been nice if you were in the same field as your crush. At least then you’d have the same interest and that would count as some sort of a connection between you and him.

However, there’s a part of you not wanting to get it out there and to actually introduce yourself to Mark, try to see if he’d give you his number or go off the rails with your imaginations and delusions running wild in your head. You like to think you’re not that crazy, just a little weird for thinking about Mark that way when he could turn out to be the worst guy in the planet but so far, there was no indication of that or him having a girlfriend at all. If he had, you’d find out by now but even then, you think it won’t stop you from liking him for a reason you don’t really like to admit.

You liked to follow him around, peeking in small corners and sometimes attend some of his out-of-school activities with your friend or alone, and you were quite consistent, though you made sure you stood far away from him so you can watch him play and have fun without having him figure it all out and confront you as to why you’ve been steadily following him around for two years now.

You don’t even follow him on social media because his account is private but you do visit his profile sometimes, even going as far on keeping track of his friends with accounts set to public like Chenle, another promising nurse from their group. He would come through often with pictures that involve Mark and you would take screenshots here and there and save all of it in the hidden category in case your friend needed to use your phone.

Most of them knew about your crush on Mark but not to that extent.

One of them did go with you to attend two of his rugby matches but they thought it was just that and you weren’t going to go home to sift through any local newspapers online or stalk the rugby league he’s a part of.

You knew it was getting unhealthy, maybe it might scare anyone off if they did find out but you kept it a bay.

It was like your dirty little secret and crushing on him was just so fun, especially when he has zero idea about it all. You’ve never even made an eye-contact with him and you’re not really sure why that doesn’t upset you.

You just don’t want to be acknowledged, that’s all. It’s a bizarre thing to say but if Mark did find out and decided to do something about it, you think you’d probably want to run away and never be seen again so up until now, you did nothing to earn his attention nor tried anything to have him befriend you.

When you have decided it was time to go after what seemed like forever, you cast a final glance to where Mark and his friends were. They were still inside, no longer having a discussion but rather chatted about where they’re going tonight. It’s Friday after all and you know they always had plans every Friday. You made no effort to follow him when it came to that though… Not when you have no car and for some reason, you didn’t want to find out where he lived even when a friend told you they all lived in a suburban neighbourhood close by the university unlike you who resided on the north side opposite of theirs which required you to take two buses to get home.

It didn’t bother you though.

You’ve always wanted to attend this particular university even if you could have settled for the smaller one ten minutes from home, and if moving there for the sake of your safety (especially on nights like this) was on the table but that would mean you’d have to stop following Mark, you wouldn’t even opt for it. Not even in a heartbeat.

Mark, you find, is like some sort of a God you idolize. You think about him whenever you do anything, especially when you’re studying.

Seeing him be so diligent and fully committed in doing well in school inspired you to do same, if not better. So moving away from him would probably affect you drastically. You’ve had it in your head every passing time whenever you’re met with a possibility of getting physically assaulted or yanked off the streets in the dead of the night from university but whenever you make it back home safe and sound, it gives you some sort relief until it turned into an endless cycle.

And you weren’t going to give it all up.

He was your lucky charm through it all and you’d like to keep pushing until God knows when.

You’re not sure when either but you’re having fun and that’s all that matters, right?

“Yo, let’s go.”

Your gaze flew back to your keyboard, refusing to check whoever walked out of the room.

You waited until they all left, only checking back until you could only make out Mark’s black backpack as they headed downstairs. He wore all black today but kept his navy scrub pants on. You’ve seen him wear full on scrubs from time to time and he looked too great — his broad shoulders causing you to go all numb on the spot.

It was made for him and you couldn’t help but ogle whenever he put on fitted clothes. It gets even worse when you see him with his rugby uniform on, and although it’s a sin to admit what you do after every match you’d voluntarily attend just to see him play, you can’t help but release the ache you feel between your legs. Not only do you love his face but his lean, muscular body too especially his strong thighs.

There have been so many things where you dreamed of him having so close to you, even going as far as doing things to him you’ve never done to a boy before and it only spiralled to constant wet dreams that drove you nuts. It would piss you off quite often too because then you’d think about it whenever you space out in public which yanked you to a sudden jolt of embarrassment coursing through your bloodstream.

He was just so hot, and even if you felt guilty for having those type of sinful thoughts about someone who doesn’t even know you, you think it might be the “thrill” that drew your near the edge.

The thrill of him not knowing…

The thrill of him looking so busy and unbothered just a few feet from you when he gets you all worked up in your imaginations…

He doesn’t even know anything…

Anything at all…

You squeeze your thighs together, sighing under your breath as you waited inside the glass shelter, looking forward to go home and shower — specifically thinking of the new shower head you bought for yourself with different water pressure points, only using it for your pleasure with that one person wrecking havoc in your head like always.

It was fun. So much fun.

You find yourself being his shadow for the next month. It might have gotten worse, you think.

You’ve never touched him though.

By worse, it meant you followed him almost every day but made sure he didn’t actually notice. You were good with your methods especially now that you have car for a while since your mom will be out of town for two months if not more. She gave you the liberty of using it so you can get better at driving especially when it’s now the month of December and it started to snow heavily, making it difficult for you to take the bus home.

You hum, unbuckling your seatbelt as you parked right in front of moon drive in, a diner Mark and the boys frequented to. Sometimes there would be girls tagging along but none of them were with Mark. You did come close to hearing one of them flirt with him though but he’d only laugh it off and you can’t help but snicker to yourself as you listened to their conversations behind your seat.

This would be the fourth time you went. It was originally for the purpose of “following” Mark but you find yourself coming back for your usual — classic fries and a chicken burger paired with a strawberry milkshake.

You even brought one of your friends here last week but tonight you came alone craving a fast food fix. You didn’t even think of Mark at all but much to your surprise, he was actually there with Haechan and Renjun (more names to label very familiar faces) and they were laughing about something you can’t quite pinpoint.

It was around midnight now and you planned to just do a take-out and go straight home so you waited inside, acting oblivious about them being there.

It didn’t take quite long until your take-out bag was ready so you made a move, walking out of the diner and to your car. You think of how gorgeous Mark looked tonight even if it was just a quick glimpse you had greedily stolen before you drove off, a grin on your face.

What you didn’t know though, was when your back was completely turned to them when you were paying for your order, Mark spared you a glance, head tilted to the side.

And when you left, you completely missed the way he smirked at you on your way out.

“Ok, that’s enough studying for me I think my head is about to explode.”

You’re back in the library at the main campus now just a few weeks later. You actually studied without a break this time and took it like a champ even if the exhaustion from your head had mentally taken over, giving you a pounding head ache.

“Are you leaving now?”

You yawned, gesturing towards the clock behind your friend. “It’s almost sunset.”

“Yeah, and I gotta meal prep for next week.” She cleared her side rather quickly. Next thing you know, she was all packed up and ready to go. “Don’t stay in too late ok?”

“Maybe. You know I got a car now so I’d probably overstay.”

She raised a brow with a giggle. “Yeah, yeah you smartass. See you next week then?”

“Sure! Careful on your way out it’s snowing again!”

In a hushed silence, you inwardly groaned and began packing your things up as well to head down the second floor to see if Mark was there. You heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that he had the flu so he might not be there today but it didn’t hurt to check so that’s what you did.

Surprisingly though, a different group took over the room Mark and the boys rented so you made a detour, checking to see if any of them are using the gym tonight. You knew Mark, Jaemin and Jeno would frequent over there and honestly, you might have started having a little crush on Jeno too so you make your way down to the separate complex for that one purpose — if Mark wasn’t there, then Jeno would do, and maybe you can hit up the treadmill for a bit to cross the “stay active” off your to-do list for today.

You don’t even know how your attraction for Jeno started actually. Jeno was always there, all smiley and always bickered with Jaemin but ever since his jet-black hair started growing longer behind his nape, something shifted in his aura and you liked it. He’s just as conventionally attractive as Mark and he too, had a great body. You found out that one time when you saw him doing waterpolo with Jisung which made you go a little crazy.

You don’t know much about him though, so Mark was still your number one of course.

None of the boys were in the gym tonight but since you’ve always wanted to use the treadmill without the gym being too overly crowded, you decided to do just that. You spent forty minutes on it going between slow and vigorous before you called it quits and gunned for the shower to wash away the sweat on your skin.

No one was in the showers so you didn’t bother hiding your modesty, even going as far as being fully naked in the dim-lit hall as you darted in the last stall, music blasting off your phone you left on the bench just a foot away along with your belongings.

You let the warm water cascade down your body, eyes closing at the calming sensation it brought as it washed the sweat and stress away into the drain under your foot. You stayed in until the clear mist from the hot water climbed into the atmosphere, wrapping around you like a cloud of comfort. You then hummed, soaping up the curves of your body as you feel yourself get lost in your thoughts, suddenly thinking of Mark when you snaked your hand to cup your sex, already slick with pure arousal.

You practically shook, feeling how too sensitive you’ve gotten when you continued your erotic ministrations before you slipped in a finger in, a sweet moan spilling out of your throat. You fingered yourself whilst standing, free hand cupping and pinching your hard nipples as you let your fingers do you wonders, ultimately sending you over the edge when you thought of Mark’s skilled tongue playing with your clit before he fucked you with just that, eating you out like a starved man you imagined him to be when eating pussy.

You held yourself, growing weaker against the tiled walls as you slowly regained full consciousness after going through such euphoric state, smiling to yourself. You eventually darted back out, wet hair in a bun and took the elevator because you didn’t have the strength to take the stairs especially after doing all of that.

It was then you realized, as you headed to the front door, that you’re quite stranded in the building for now. The snowstorm had gotten worse. You couldn’t even see anything through the glass walls.

“You waiting for the bus?” The security on site asked. “Doesn’t look that good out there.”

“No, I drove here but… yeah, looks like I gotta wait it out.” You nod your head in agreement, a little pissed off at the sudden turn of events.

You knew the weather was unpredictable lately but you thought it wouldn’t get this bad until tonight.

“Check again in an hour maybe? If not, the library is open 24/7 so… you know how it goes over here.”

You didn’t look forward to that all but if staying here overnight was better, you had no choice. You didn’t want to risk anything, not when you’re still a novice driver. You’d be playing with death if you still chose to suck it up and try to drive in this type of weather.

“Yeah, thanks. Have a good eve sir!”

“You too, young lady.”

You texted your sister about the current weather and how you’d probably get home later or might sleep here overnight if the snowstorm doesn’t lay off with a pursed lip then took another detour, going back upstairs to the lounge area and see if there’s a spot you could rest at for the time-being. You find one overlooking the parking lot where your car is but made sure you’re tucked away from the students preparing for their finals so you can snooze in peace which you succumbed to right away, missing the fact that Mark had gone his way back up, slightly frustrated at the bad weather.

When he saw your sleeping figure hiding in a dark corner though, he could only raise a brow.

Your wristwatch read 10:45 pm by the time you woke up, panic in your eyes when you realized you’ve overslept. The floor you’re currently on had gone too quiet, so quiet you thought you were the only one left if it’s not for a small number of students typing away furiously, one of them sipping on a coffee cup.

The weather had been better so you take that sign to leave, yawning your way to the elevator. You were still quite sleepy and so out of it you haven’t even even realized you were not alone in the elevator as it brought you to the basement when you were meant to press ground floor.

It didn’t even hit you until you simply walked out, met with a plethora of cars only to stop on your tracks, seeing as this was not the ground floor.

You were about to turn around and head back to the elevator when a strong arm yanked you to a dark corner, making you gasp.

“How was it?”

Your eyes rounded in shock as you registered the very familiar face just inches away from yours. You have been caged between his arms, your back to what looked like the sleek, black car he drove to the campus. You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming because if you were, you didn’t want it to end.

“Mark?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, quite dazed seeing him up close. He’s way too gorgeous, doe-eyes pinning you down. The smell of his clean cologne making you sigh in frenzy, but he didn’t look too happy.

He chuckled darkly, his grip around your wrists tightening like he meant to hurt you.

“I don’t even fucking know you.” He growled, deadly poison coating his words. “You’ve been following me around, haven’t you? How was it? You had fun?”

“N-no.” You lied, your eyes practically quivering in excitement. Was this real life? “I wasn’t following you.”

“I’m not dumb.” He squinted in annoyance, scrutinizing the way you reacted to his confrontation. “What the hell do you want? I even saw you at the diner. It’s not funny anymore.”

You wanted to laugh, but you liked the way his torso brushed against yours. You couldn’t help but to felt something aching in between your thighs again. He came off mean, which is something you didn’t really imagine, but you loved it so much. It drove you to something more sinister so you pressed on, pretending you’re so damn clueless about what he’s trying to get out from you.

Like you were so innocent… So unaware of it all.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re saying that when you know my name.” He clenched his jaw, losing a bit of his patience due to your playful nature which he didn’t really expect. “Admit it already. You’re caught.”

You could only grin, blinking slowly at him as you watched his chest rise and fall against yours. You could feel your nipples starting to be harden the more he got closer. Oh, how you wished for days like this to come true… You wanted for it be a literal dream but this was so, so much better.

“What if you’re wrong? I could report you.” You joked, watching him attentively. He smelled so damn good you were having a hard time trying to resist him so badly.

“Nothing to report when I have receipts. You think you’re slick?”

Your smile widened. Receipts? So turns out, he was creeping on you too it seems and you don’t know how to feel that, about all of this when you’ve fought so hard to keep your secrets under the wraps, forever tucked away from anyone to see or find out.

But Mark wasn’t oblivious. He knew there was something off when you would show up to his games even if it rained. He asked his team mates if anyone of them knew you but no one did, and for a couple of days he thought it was because you liked watching Rugby until he caught you taking a picture of him walking out of the diner. It all came together when he would notice you occupying the lone table facing the room him and his friends would be at quite often so he took it upon himself to puzzle everything together and made the connection.

There was no last straw, however.

At first, it was quite charming. It was a normal thing for him even in high school with so many girls chasing after him but he started seeing you everywhere he went and that made him a little insane which then lead to a strong desire to confront you, preferably alone without the usual friend you’d come with for study sessions, and much to his dismay, tonight was the good time.

He thought about approaching you about it in nicer way, but the “nice” demeanour had dissipated and he thinks it’s because you’ve started to look at Jeno too.

Was it jealousy?

He didn’t even like you like that. You were an actual stranger to him, so why is he suddenly so worked up about you possibly being into Jeno, too?

“Oh, you keep ‘em?” You tried to wiggle away from his vice grip but he just made it worse, further catering to your suffering. “Hey, you’re gonna leave a bruise on me…”

“Don’t care.” He placed your arms over your head now, your sweet vanilla scent catapulting him away from the scandalous thoughts of him making you suffer as you whined for him to let go but he refused. “Don’t change the subject and answer my damn question. Why are you doing this?”

“I just… like you.” You admitted truthfully, the funny feeling in your stomach making you sigh, eyes searching something in his but all you saw was pure anger mixed with something you hoped might be true. “I didn’t touch you or show up in front of your house so I don’t get why you’re so angry, Markie…”

The pet name.

He thinks his friends wouldn’t let that slip but he knows where you got it from. It wasn’t a play or a coincidence. He knew what you were doing but he couldn’t stop that pet name from rolling out of your tongue. It did nothing but have his blood rush straight to his dick.

“Don’t call me that.” He huffed, too aware of the way your hard nipples pressed against his. “You don’t know who you’re trying to provoke.”

“What do you mean?” You wondered, almost moaning at the hard ridge of his cock pressing on your clothed cunt. You couldn’t believe it. He was so hard. Did he love that pet name so much? “You’re so hard… Are you still angry?”

“Stop!” He suddenly yelled, backing off you when you attempted to grind on him.

You let your hands fall loose to your side, watching his pretty features crumble but his eyes were still burning a hole through your head and you think that if you don’t move now, he might just take you and show you what hell feels like.

“If that’s what you want…”

You diverted your gaze down to his pants, mouth watering at how hard he’s gotten. He looked big and it made the ache between your legs more mind-numbing, your growing wet cunt pulsing around nothing. You gradually advanced to him, testing the waters before pinning him to the wall, the difference between your heights so drastic it almost came off funny but he let you run your hand down from his chest, to his abs then finally, to his hard-on painfully standing upright in his pants.

You’ve never even attempted this to anyone before but suddenly, you had the full reigns of what he started and you weren’t going to let him win.

Or so… you think.

“Stop it…” He exhaled heavily, almost begging as he clamped his eyes close when you bit his ear, licking the shell before you placed an open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, your surging arousal practically bubbling up you think your underwear wouldn’t be able to hold it up if you kept up with this. “I don’t even know you.”

“But you’re reacting quite the opposite.” You stopped to look at him in the eye, yours and his equally blown with nothing but lust. “You like being watched, Markie?”

He didn’t respond as his hands formed into fists. You were just about to kiss him on the neck again when he grabbed you by yours, quickly flipping your positions.

You whimpered in pain when your back collided against the brick wall, about to cuss him out for handling you like that when he crashed his lips into yours. He went in too hard until your bottom lip started to bleed after he bit into your soft flesh, his palm flexed around your little throat, choking you but not enough to render you unconscious.

There was a muffled “mhmff” from you as you pounded your fists against his chest, unable to breathe from how rough he was kissing you like he was about to eat you and swallow you up with no mercy. You were about to bite him back when he lets you go, trapping you against the wall, the sweet taste of his minty mouth mixed with your blood causing you to lick your lip, tasting iron, ignoring the fact that it stung all because of him.

If anything, it didn’t anger you at all but aroused you even more. You liked the fact that he was like this to you.

“I didn’t want to do anything with you.” He declared with a glare, but his next move proved otherwise. “But I’m not letting you touch me like you own me.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too late now?”

You didn’t miss the way he came closer and the way he darted his mean gaze from yours and to your bleeding lips. You didn’t even bother wiping it off as you remained still, too entertained with the fact that he just kissed you. Hard.

“Did I give you the green light? No.” He whispered, sounding so cynical. “But I could touch you. You’ve violated me enough so I think it would be fair for me to do this, no?”

You were about to speak when he shut you up with his callused hand tight on your mouth, his free hand snaking down your hip to cup your pussy through your jeans. Your held your breath, knees about to buckle from the way he rubbed you in circles. You were so taken back, the violent rush of pressure sending you over the moon.

“You’re so desperate and insane. You kinda make me go a little crazy, but you don’t deserve to touch me.”

He bit through his words with so much hate as you grew weaker against him, unable to contain the shrill excitement and carnal desire hitting you like a truck. If he kept this up, you would probably cum in your jeans so you started to whine, grinding on his palm and begging for him to do something about it.

“Mark… Please…”

You let out a shaky gasp when he did allow you to speak, his head disappearing into the crook of your neck to kiss you there, way too turned on with the noises you were making and how you’ve gotten so fucking wet he can practically feel it through your jeans. He can’t help but bite your shoulder as he slipped his long, slender fingers inside your jeans groaning at how fucking soaked you were for him, it was almost embarrassing for you but you didn’t care. You wanted him to see how much you desired him.

You attempt to touch him but he quickly swats you away, telling you to keep your hands to yourself.

“I could fuck you with my fingers right now bet it’d just slip right in, huh? You’re fucking wet. Aren’t you ashamed?”

“N-no!” Your head fell back as your knees wobbled. You place your hand on his wrist as he played with your arousal, smearing it all over your clit and pussy lips. “God,”

“Hands off or I won’t fuck you.”

Was all he chided before you let go, keeping your hands flat to the wall as he slipped a finger inside your throbbing hole causing you tear up when he began pumping inside you in a exhilarating speed you thought you were going to pass out from too much pleasure it brought you. It got so bad that you had to cover your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming as the loud squelching of your wetness could be heard between the both of you.

“So fucking tight,” Mark scoffed coldly, liking the way you were taking him in, like your pussy was made for him and his fingers only. He couldn’t help but wonder if you can even take his cock too but he wasn’t going to let you have it easily.

“Faster… p-please!” You closed your eyes, tears falling nonstop you were so sure he’d be able to bring you to the edge with just his fingers. “I’m close, fuck…I’m-m.”

“I know you are, you dirty whore.” He pinned you deeper to the wall, slightly losing it when he felt your walls squeeze him, sucking his fingers further into your warm cunt. “Bet you thought about this in your sleep, right? Is this better? Now that I’m fucking you like this?”

“Yes!” You fisted on his shirt, mouth gaping open as he drove you closer into another orgasm, more powerful than all of the times you touched yourself combined and he hasn’t even fucked you with his cock just yet. “God! Mark, fuck!”

“Dirty fucking mouth you got,” He hissed, pumping his fingers faster and harder, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. “Keep it open if you’re such a good girl.”

Your mouth had gone slack as he coaxed your orgasm closer, your eyes shut tightly as your back arched for him, but just before he could let you cum, he yanked his fingers out of you making you swear out loud in frustration only to have him shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

He loved how flushed you look and he thinks you’re prettier this way — all fucked out from just his fingers.

“You like how you taste?” He snarled, watching you lick the arousal off his middle finger whilst you whimpered at the sudden loss of contact even if you were so damn pissed for being edged like that. “Good, take it all in, yeah?”

“You’re an asshole.” You pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop followed by a scowl. “I was so close—”

The side of your face suddenly met the wall, Mark having to push you and have both of your arms on the curve of your back. You bite your lip upon realizing what he’s about to do next.

“I’m not that generous.” He placed his knee between your thighs, spreading them wider for him after he pulled your jeans down to your ankles along with your underwear. “Shut the fuck up and behave.”

You feel him move as you braced yourself, your pussy aching for his hard cock to be in you when you see him kneel on one knee behind you. You were about to say something when his tongue delved into your pussy, flicking it up and down to your folds, his hands grabbing a handful of your ass, groping you from behind.

“Fuck-fuck! S-so good, so good-d Mark…”

You babbled, right fist thumping to the wall with your left fully unzipping your coat so you could slither your free hand inside your shirt to cup one of your breasts as he slipped his tongue inside your wet hole, quickly bringing you back to the peak of your orgasm. You felt him lap your wetness in your pussy lips like how you’d imagined him to do, one of your hands going down south to play with your now swollen clit, ultimately sending you to you to the edge.

You hear Mark swear behind you as he stood back up, slapping your ass when your legs shook uncontrollably. You took a sharp breath before squirting right on the cement and on his shoes, your hand still putting pressure on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, spurts of clear liquid draining out of you too violently.

You thought you actually blacked out, only gaining full consciousness after you had squirted in front of him, the sound of him unbuckling his belt faint to your ears. It didn’t register that he was actually going to give it to you until he shoved his cock inside your soiled pussy in one go, the sudden stretch burning you. You nearly screamed and toppled over only to have him shut you up as he began pounding into you relentlessly, cursing at how good you took him so well.

“Fuck, I wasn’t gonna give it to you but you squirted you cockslut! so, so desperate for me huh? Is that it?”

His breathing shallowed as he tried not to cum inside you right there and then. You were so damn wet and too tight around him it felt amazing, way too amazing he thought he was going to lose it for a minute there but he fought to control himself, wanting to fuck you dumb and watch you cry as you struggle with his size.

“M-Mark!” You moaned loudly in defeat as you tried to open wider for him, his big cock rendering you numb and helpless like how he wanted it. “Wait, shit! God… oh my god…”

You pressed your hand on top of his which was now loose on your mouth until you urged him to slide his index finger inside the wet cavern of your sweet mouth, sucking on it to suppress your cries, tears dripping down your cheeks and on the floor along with the pool of your arousal from squirting minutes ago.

You whimpered pitifully, too overwhelmed with the brutal burn of his cock inside you as he fucked you faster and harder than before until your slick wetness coated his entire cock, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls. It wasn’t so long until the both of you finally reached your climax— with you coming hard first and out of nowhere which led him to spill his cum inside you after telling him you were clean and on pill which made it so, so much better.

You remained still, catching your breath as he collapsed on your back, his nose nuzzling your nape. The whole aftermath felt almost romantic, you thought.

“You keep my cum inside you like a good girl so you can keep a memory of me when you get home, yeah?”

He whispered in your ear with a certain bite, tone so wicked it brought shivers down your spine, and when it was time to face him after shamefully tugging your underwear back up, careful not to spill any of his cum out of you, you weren’t sure what to do so you wait until he fixed himself up before saying something.

“Hey.”

You tried to smile, but you were still so high from having sex with him in the basement parking lot you couldn’t help but to chuckle, not believing that this, in fact, actually happened.

“Don’t think we’re friends or anything.” He said, not looking at you as he smoothed his shirt down from you fisting on it earlier. “Don’t even know you like that.”

For some reason, you had already accepted it and seen it like that but still, you knew he had truthfully enjoyed this too. You can tell from how he’s looking at you right now or so you hoped.

“But can I… still like you?” There was a crack in your voice. Your round eyes practically begging him to change his mind about you.

“Sure, just stop liking Jeno.”

You stared at him in confusion, unable to discern how he came up with such accusation but it tickled your fancy. It actually made you tilt your head to down, tongue poking the side of your mouth, clearly amused upon realizing what he meant by that.

Guess you were so bad at hiding your tracks…

“Jeno?” You teased. “Your friend?”

“Stop liking him and I might just give it to you again. That’s it.”

“Oh, Markie,” You drawled seductively, the pink hue of your fair cheeks from post-sex rendering Mark sort off in trance-like state. You’re a pretty face for sure and he can’t deny that after all. “You only want me to be for you? As your play toy? How did you know?”

You attempt to touch his face only for him to grab your wrist with a vicious sneer.

“Don’t think you’re the only one watching.”

A sardonic grin graced his beautiful face, distracting you for a moment before he pulled you closer to him as if it was such a natural thing to do, his lips already brushing lightly to the shell of your ear to whisper what seemed to be a dire warning — like a harsh brewing storm about to wash you away and drown you into an endless abyss you can no longer escape out of.

“I’ve been watching you too.” Your mouth parted upon his confession as he nipped on your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist, fully claiming you. “…And I might be worse.”

A. N | Mark is currently bias wrecking me so hard right now I’m literally fighting for my life so I just had to let my frustrations out by writing this in one sitting. :)

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Rowaelin Month Day Thirteen: Pregnant @rowaelinscourt

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just fluff. wasn't really wanting to post but here we are

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Morning Light

Winter hung low over the city one early morning in December.  The gray clouds were impenetrable, even to the brightness of the sun, leaving the world in a pale gray haze.  Ever since October, the weather had taken a turn.  It left everyone in a violent desperation for warmth.  Instead, Terrasen was gifted freezing rain, cold wind, and darkened skies.  Everything had transformed in the span of a few weeks leaving Aelin desperate for summer.

She’d always preferred those warm months with the bright sun, blue skies, and warm air.  Summer was when everything felt alive and real.  Now, as she stared out the from window and at the trees that surrounded the house, the world simply felt bare.

It was strange considering most of the trees in the forest were evergreen and there was only the occasional alder and maple stripped bare to empty branches.  And the foliage was still rich and vibrant.  Not even the freezing weather could kill the sword fern or blackberry bush.

Still…the world felt different now.

She raised her mug of hot chocolate to her lips taking a long sip.  Most of it was still whipped cream.  She fully believed that if a mug wasn’t at least half full of either marshmallow or cream, it wasn’t hot chocolate.  The sweet drink seeped through her body, warming the near perpetual chill that had been settled in her bones since September.

Through the window she watched a red breasted robin land in the bird feeder, plucking away at the seed she’d refilled yesterday.  It didn’t seem bothered by the chill.  Or maybe instinct had driven it from its nest.

She took another sip of cocoa.

Upstairs she listened as the bedroom door opened and a pair of soft feet descended the stairs.  She didn’t turn, waiting for the inevitable feel of her husband coming up behind her.  In a matter of moments, she was wrapped up in his strong arms.

“You’re up early,” Rowan said, his voice rough with sleep as he nestled his nose into the juncture of her neck.

Aelin smiled, enjoying the feel of him against her. “I had to pee.”

A chuckle rippled through Rowan’s chest.  He pressed his lips to her skin, kissing and nipping a small love bite there.  One of his hands stretched out over her stomach.

“Is the little firefly causing grief again?” he teased.

“Always,” Aelin said.  Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.  She couldn’t help it these days.  Ever since learning she was pregnant; she’d been so damned emotional.  Every little thing set her off.  If it wasn’t Rowan’s gentleness it was the dog giving her morning kisses.  And if it wasn’t either of those things it was eating a warm piece of toast.  She couldn’t even go to Wal-Mart in case she accidently walked past the baby department and saw little baby slippers for sale.

She pressed a hand to his, keeping it rooted on her barely swelling belly.  She was only about three months along and would honestly say that she was still in shock over the whole thing.  After five years of marriage, she and Rowan had been slowly moving on from actively trying to grow their family.  They’d seen doctors and even done a few hormonal treatments to try and help things along.  But with money being tight anything more was outside of their budget.  They’d been told it would just take time (some doctors even saying there was nothing to do).

In short, they’d given up hope.

“Please tell me you already ate something?” Rowan asked. “Hot chocolate isn’t real food.”

“It’s what the baby wants,” Aelin insisted.  “You know I can’t keep anything down.”

It was true.  Everything she even looked at made her queasy.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a full meal.

“What about waffles?” Rowan insisted.  He pulled back enough to turn Aelin in his arms so he could kneel down and press a kiss to her belly. “What do you think, Firefly?”

“You know he’s not going to start moving for another three weeks, right?” Aelin rolled her eyes, though still endeared at her husband’s antics.

“It’s a girl,” Rowan replied swiftly.  He kissed her belly one more time before standing, taking the hot chocolate from her. “And baby agrees with me.  Waffles are in order.”

It was a common argument of if they were having a boy or a girl.  Neither was planning on yielding anytime soon.

“With strawberries,” Aelin conceded.  It was the one fruit that she could stomach.

“Absolutely.”

Aelin let her husband lead her to the kitchen and sat at the table while he insisted on bustling around to get breakfast in order.  He even made her more hot chocolate without her even having to ask.

It was a simple Saturday morning, but she wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

[moonsandmobilityaids]

Hogsmeade

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: It's the first hogsmeade weekend of the year. Warnings: N/A Series Masterlist

Sunlight filters through the small window of your bedroom, casting a warm glow on the stone walls. The room, an extension off the Gryffindor common room, is modest but comfortable, equipped with everything you need for accessibility while maintaining Hogwarts' old-world charm.

The air carries a chill, hinting at the crisp October morning outside. You've always been attuned to changes in weather—each shift brings a new challenge for your body to navigate.

With a soft sigh, you push back the covers and sit up, pausing for a moment as you gather your strength. Your muscles protest, stiff from sleep and cool temperatures, but this is nothing new. Carefully, methodically, you stretch, coaxing each joint into motion. It’s a dance you’ve perfected over time—a delicate balance between pain and necessity.

"Hogsmeade," you murmur, reaching for your chair. It waits faithfully by your bedside, sturdy and unassuming. "Time to get started."

Dressing warmly is not just a preference; it's a requirement when every draft sends tendrils of pain creeping along your nerves. Today's ensemble includes thick socks, trousers, and a sweater so soft it's like being enveloped in a cloud. Lastly comes your favourite cloak, its deep red fabric lined with fur—not real, of course.

You run your fingers lightly over the swollen joints of your hands, tracing their shape. They're different now, sometimes unrecognisable. Healers at St Mungo's are stumped, as are the muggle doctors—they can ease some discomfort, but they can't quite figure out why your body continues to wage war against itself.

Just as you're finishing up, a knock sounds at the door. You glance towards it, heart skipping a beat despite your expectation.

"Come in," you call out, voice steady.

The door creaks open and three familiar faces peer through: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter. They've been friends since first year, their loyalty never wavering—even when others turned away, unsure of how to handle your changing circumstances.

"Morning, sweetheart," James greets, his tone warm as he crosses the room in long strides. He leans down, cupping your face gently before pressing his lips to yours. It's a kiss that holds promise—the promise of a day filled with laughter, shared glances, and touches that speak volumes more than words ever could.

Remus is next, moving forward with a gentleness that mirrors his nature. His smile reaches his eyes, crinkling around the edges as he bends to press his lips to yours. The kiss is slower, softer—a balm for any lingering pain or anxiety from the morning. His hand rests lightly on the back of your neck, thumb tracing small circles against your skin.

Lastly, Sirius steps up, a grin tugging at his lips. "Don't want to feel left out now, do we?" His voice is playful but there's a tenderness beneath the teasing. He dips his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that manages to be both light-hearted and grounding all at once. When he pulls away, his forehead lingers against yours, dark eyes dancing with mischief.

For some, the dynamic might seem strange—four hearts intertwined so intricately—but for you, it's simply... right. Each kiss holds its own meaning, every touch a testament to the bond you share. There's no jealousy, only love that overflows, filling each corner of this centuries-old castle and beyond.

"Finally ready, I see," Sirius exclaims with a dramatic flourish of his hand, "we got sick of waiting. Primping in front of the mirror again, babe?"

James shoots him a glance before turning back to you, his eyes softening. "Ignore him, he doesn't understand the art of taking one's time."

You chuckle at their banter, shaking your head slightly as James helps adjust the cloak around your shoulders. There’s something comforting about this morning routine—something grounding in the way they all move with such certainty, never questioning themselves.

"Here." Remus extends a pair of gloves towards you, his fingers brushing against yours as you take them. His touch is light, almost hesitant, but it carries a weight that has nothing to do with physical pressure and everything to do with the silent understanding between you.

"Thank you, Remus," you say, pulling the gloves on slowly, savouring the warmth that spreads from your fingertips up your arms.

Once you're ready, the four of you make your way through the castle, your wheelchair moving smoothly over the stone floors worn smooth by centuries of use. The boys fall into step beside you, their presence a constant reassurance. It's not just about having someone to lean on when the pain flares—it's about knowing you're seen for who you are, not what you can or cannot do.

As you roll along, Sirius playfully nudges your chair, causing it to swerve slightly. You laugh, swatting at his arm while James feigns disapproval. But there's a twinkle in his eyes that gives him away, mirroring the affectionate grin on Remus's face. These moments—the teasing, the laughter—they're threads woven into the fabric of your relationship, binding you together even tighter.

There's an ease to it all, a rhythm born from familiarity and care. Every look shared between you and the boys speaks volumes, every touch conveys more than words could ever hope to. This is your normal, your everyday—a dance choreographed by the beats of four hearts entwined.

The corridors of Hogwarts unfold before you, and you move through this maze with an ease born from years of navigating these ancient halls—a dance between stone and wheel that's as much a part of you now as the spells whispered under your breath.

"Watch out, mate," Sirius grins, nudging James aside to push your wheelchair faster. The sudden acceleration draws a laugh from you, echoed by Remus' low chuckle. It's a sound that brightens the dimly lit corridor, bouncing off the walls like some merry spell gone rogue.

There are whispers, of course—classmates who don't understand the bond you share with the boys, their eyes wide. But such murmurs fade into insignificance against the steady rhythm of your relationship, drowned out by the laughter that lingers in your wake.

James slows his pace, falling back to walk beside your chair. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining with a familiarity that sends warmth flooding through you despite the castle's chill. He leans down then, pressing a quick kiss to your temple without breaking stride.

It’s a simple gesture, one made countless times before, yet it holds a significance that goes beyond the physical—the meeting of skin and soul, a promise carried on the whisper of a breath. In its wake, a blush blooms across your cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the potency of emotions that refuse to be tamed.

He straightens up, his gaze lingering on your face for a beat longer than necessary before returning ahead. But he doesn’t let go of your hand, keeping it nestled in his own as if to reassure both himself and you of the connection that binds you together.

His lips quirk into a small smile, nearly hidden beneath the curtain of his hair—the kind reserved for shared secrets and silent conversations. It mirrors the softness in his eyes, a tenderness often concealed by bravado but always present, always waiting just beneath the surface.

The autumn air outside is sharp, cutting through the layers you've wrapped around yourself. It stings your cheeks and nips at your nose, but you welcome it—a stark contrast to the stuffy castle corridors.

"Bit nippy," Sirius comments, pulling his jacket tighter around him as he steps behind your chair once more. There's a rustle of fabric before his hand rests on your shoulder, a silent promise that he'll keep the chill at bay.

You shiver slightly, not from the cold but the sudden change in temperature—it always seems to affect you. Your joints ache, a dull throb that grows with each passing moment under the crisp sky. But you don't mention it; there's no need to dampen the mood with complaints about pain they can't alleviate.

Besides, you have Hogsmeade to look forward to—an escape from the towering stone walls of Hogwarts and the confines of routine. Just the thought of exploring the quaint village again brings a warmth that counters the biting wind.

The anticipation isn't just for the change of scenery or the prospect of Honeydukes' sweets melting on your tongue. No, it's also for the company—the way James' eyes light up when he finds some new trinket to show you, how Remus loses himself in the shelves of Tomes and Scrolls, or the mischievous grin on Sirius' face when he hatches another one of his schemes. These are the moments that make every twinge of discomfort worth enduring.

"Here we are," Sirius announces, pushing open the door to Honeydukes with a flourish. The scent of sugar and chocolate washes over you in a wave, so potent you can almost taste it on your tongue. Students from Hogwarts fill the shop, their robes a blur of house colours as they bustle around, grabbing handfuls of every sweet imaginable.

James manoeuvres your chair through the crowd, his hand firmly holding yours while Remus and Sirius clear a path ahead. They reach a quieter corner near the shelves stacked high with Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. It's not much, but it's enough space for you to breathe without feeling crushed by the bodies milling about.

"Hold this." James thrusts a wicker basket into your lap before disappearing between the aisles. He reappears moments later, arms laden with an assortment of candies that he dumps unceremoniously into the basket. There's a gleam in his eye when he spots a box of Fizzing Whizzbees, one that speaks of mischief and shared memories. "You've always loved these."

Sirius snorts at his friend’s earnestness, though there's a softness to his gaze as he watches James fuss over your favourites. "I think Prongs is trying to buy the entire store for you before I can."

The corners of Remus' mouth twitch upwards, threatening to break into a full-blown smile. "Wouldn't be the first time."

"Oi!" Sirius barks out a laugh, swiping a bag of Jelly Slugs off the shelf. "We're going to need a bigger basket if you keep adding stuff like that!"

Remus shakes his head, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches Sirius pile more sweets onto the growing mountain. "You do realise she won't be able to eat all of this, right?"

"I know," Sirius grins, shrugging nonchalantly. "But I can help with that."

Your lips curl into a smile despite yourself, drawn into their banter just as easily as always. The warmth inside Honeydukes seeps into your bones, chasing away the chill clinging to your skin and soothing the ache pulsating within your joints.

"I want a kiss." Remus murmurs, leaning down to brush your hair back from your face. His fingers are gentle, tracing the curve of your cheek before he presses his lips to yours. It's a brief kiss, grounding you with the warmth that spreads through your chest.

Remus pulls back just enough for your eyes to meet, searching your expression as if trying to read an unwritten story there. He doesn't speak, but the question lingers in the air between you. Are you okay? You respond with a small nod, not trusting your own voice to break through the tightness constricting your throat.

Before you can say anything more, Sirius swoops into your line of sight, nudging Remus aside with a playful roll of his eyes. "Move over, Moony," he drawls, leaning against the counter with a smirk playing on his lips. "You're hogging all the good parts."

Sirius kisses you then, bold where Remus was gentle. One hand cups your jaw while the other roams along your arm, pulling you closer despite the lack of distance. He chuckles against your mouth, a low rumble that vibrates through you with every beat of your heart. It feels like a promise—a vow to make up for any gentleness Remus might have shown.

With a last glance at the candy-filled shelves, you and the boys leave Honeydukes behind. The bell above the door jingles merrily as you exit, marking your departure from a world of sweets and into the crisp winter air once more. You move on to your next destination—not far now—the Three Broomsticks pub beckons invitingly just up the street.

As James pushes open the heavy wooden door, a wave of warmth washes over you, carrying with it the rich scent of butterbeer and roasting meat. The noise inside is a comforting hum—laughter, clinking glasses, the occasional shout—a symphony of life that wraps around you like a warm blanket.

"Over here," Sirius calls out, gesturing towards an empty corner where he's already pulling chairs away to accommodate your wheelchair.

James guides you through the crowd, his hand gently resting on your shoulder while Remus follows close behind. Eventually, you reach the secluded corner where Sirius waits. The table is worn but clean, bearing the signs of countless meals shared between friends, lovers, families—stories etched into every grain. He pulls out a chair, making space for you among them, clearing away the remnants of someone else's day.

Remus settles across from you, passing around steaming mugs filled with hot chocolate, each one topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream threatening to overflow. "Careful," he warns, though his lips twitch upwards when James makes a show of lapping at the foam before it can drip onto the table.

"Always am," James grins, wrapping an arm around your waist as he scoots his chair closer to yours. His fingers trace idle patterns along the fabric of your jumper, a silent declaration of presence, of protection. When his lips touch your hair briefly, you lean into him, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Sirius drapes one arm casually over the back of your chair, his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck. It's a subtle contact, just enough to remind you he's there.

"Oi, Prongs," Sirius calls out, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans forward, elbows resting on the worn wooden table. "Remember when we snuck into Slughorn's office and swapped all his potions labels?"

James grins, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "How could I forget?" He chuckles, shaking his head at the memory. "Thought for sure we'd get caught."

A wave of laughter ripples through your small group, drawing curious glances from nearby patrons. You lean back in your chair, letting the sound wash over you like a warm blanket. It's moments like these—when the world narrows down to the four of you—that make everything else fade away.

Across the table, Remus watches you, his lips curving into a gentle smile. He pushes his half-drunk mug of hot chocolate aside, reaching across the small distance to take your hand. His thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, a silent promise wrapped in a simple gesture.

"You alright, love?" There's concern etched into every line of his face, but it softens when you squeeze his hand in reassurance.

"Just enjoying the company," you reply, your voice barely audible above the din. But he hears it, just like he always does. And for a moment, everything feels right again.

Suddenly, Sirius bursts into another fit of laughter, slapping James on the shoulder so hard that the other boy nearly chokes on his drink. They tumble into a playful wrestling match, knocking over chairs and attracting even more attention.

Remus rolls his eyes but doesn't pull away, instead using the distraction to lean closer. His breath ghosts over your cheek before his lips brush against yours—a fleeting touch, yet enough to quicken your pulse. When he pulls back, there's a hint of pink on his cheeks, visible even under the dim pub lights.

"Subtlety, Moony," Sirius teases, having extricated himself from James' hold. "Ever heard of it?"

Remus shrugs, a sheepish grin tugging at his mouth. "Can't say I have."

"Clearly," Sirius retorts, though there's no bite in his tone. Instead, he reaches for you, fingers brushing against your jawline before tilting your chin upward. His grey eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as if daring you to look away. But you don't—or rather, you can't. Not when he's this close, not when his touch sends shivers down your spine despite the fire crackling nearby.

And then he's kissing you too—not a stolen peck like Remus', but something deeper, hungrier. It steals your breath away, leaving you dizzy and wanting more. But as quickly as it begins, it ends, and Sirius is pulling back, his smirk replaced by an uncharacteristic blush.

"See?" he says, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but at you. "No subtlety needed."

“Always a competition with you boys,” you tease, shaking your head.

****

The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows along Hogsmeade's quaint cobblestone streets. The village is bathed in a warm, golden glow, a stark contrast to the chill that seeps into your skin as you make your way back towards Hogwarts with James, Sirius, and Remus.

Despite the cold, it’s manageable with them around—body heat from four people combined does wonders against the chill. But even then, you can feel the shiver sneaking up on you, prickling at the base of your neck before spreading down your spine.

Remus notices first, his hand slipping onto your arm as he asks if you're alright. His thumb brushes soothingly along your sleeve, providing warmth where there was none.

"I'm fine," you assure him, but your voice trembles slightly, betraying the lie. "Just... a little colder than I thought."

James isn't far behind, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. His lips press against your forehead—a soft, lingering kiss that makes you forget the cold for a brief moment. You lean into him, allowing his body heat to chase away the chills.

"Better?" he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"Thank you," you whisper, your words carrying the weight of more than just gratitude for their warmth. It's an acknowledgement of everything they've done for you, all the ways they've stitched together the broken pieces and made you feel whole again.

They understand—each in their own way—and respond with subtle nods or tight squeezes of your hand. No more words are needed as Hogwarts' towering silhouette grows larger on the horizon, its familiar stone walls a beacon guiding you home.

Once inside, the warmth envelops you immediately, chasing away the last remnants of the chill clinging to your skin. It's in stark contrast to the icy air outside, as though stepping through these doors means crossing into another world entirely—one where the harsh realities of the cold are kept at bay by roaring fires and thick stone walls.

Even so, whispers follow you through the corridors, curious eyes tracking your every move. But their words fall on deaf ears, lost amidst the rush of thoughts swirling within your mind. What do they matter when compared to the boys who never leave your side? To them, you're not just another student—they see past the facade to the person beneath, understanding more about you than anyone else ever could.

"Let it go," James murmurs, his hand finding yours as Sirius pushes your wheelchair. His fingers squeeze gently, a silent reassurance that cuts through the noise around you. "We don't need them to understand."

You nod, taking comfort in the familiarity of his touch—the steady rhythm of his pulse echoing your own. With Sirius and Remus flanking your other sides, you feel protected, surrounded by an invisible barrier that wards off the prying stares and unspoken questions.

Back in the safety of your room, the boys help you shed your heavy winter clothes. They're careful and patient, ensuring each layer is removed without causing further discomfort. Once free from the confines of your coat and scarf, you sink onto your bed, a sigh escaping your lips as the soft mattress welcomes you.

Sirius is the first to join you, sliding under the covers with grace despite his size. He wraps an arm around your waist, drawing you close until his chest is pressed against your back. The heat radiating from him seeps into your skin, replacing the lingering cold with comforting warmth.

"Better?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You turn to face him, burying yourself deeper into his embrace. A small smile tugs at your lips—your answer clear even without words.

Remus follows suit, moving to your other side with a gentleness that belies his strength. He slides an arm under your pillow, tilting your head towards him until you're nestled against his shoulder. His fingers trace idle patterns along your arm, the light pressure sending waves of relaxation through your tired body.

"Rest now," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His breath fans across your skin, carrying a hint of mint and something uniquely him. You let your eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the pull of sleep that grows stronger with each passing moment.

James is the last to join, situating himself next to Sirius while keeping one eye trained on you. Despite the limited space, he manages to find a comfortable spot and his hand finds yours under the blankets, fingers weaving together in a familiar dance.

[skzoologist]

Your request are open so...Could you write a fic abt like it snowing in October (sadly happened to me) and the boys just complaining abt it and sticking to bae's side, using bae as a human heater, hot chocolate. With tons of fluff and crack (sorry if its not understandable English isn't my native language)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none

genre: fluff and crack (more fluff, this is my fault tbh, i can only write two things: angst or fluff, no inbetween)

a/n: I let out all the fluff from my heart into this, I'm so sorry, but I just love winter and it shows. I hope you're doing fine with the sudden snow, take care of yourself! And as I said, you're completely fine, I understood you perfectly, I just hope I wrote what you imagined. Thank you again for requesting, and feel free to come back any time for more!

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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A soft tune floated through the room, waking Bae from his pleasant slumber. His blind hand quickly found his phone on the nightstand, having always placed the device there, an almost ritualistic act of his. A soft little sigh left his body in protest of the idea of getting up, the blanket warm and snug around his form. It all felt like laying in the middle of a cozy cloud sandwich, warmed by the gentle rays of the sun as they wrapped themselves around his waist.

Wait, the sun wouldn’t make small sounds in its sleep.

Rubbing his eyes open slowly, Bae found the reason why his bed felt like the inside of a furnace itself, the body of his leader laying just beside him. Soft snores left his form, his features peaceful as he was finally asleep, a rare moment in itself from the man who avoided sleep as if it was the plague. Bae couldn’t help the small smile that sneaked itself onto his lips, even though there was an uninvited guest in his own bed. 

He let himself lay there for a few more minutes, observing the other, before finally tearing his gaze away and gently getting up, careful not to wake the other. The man was notorious for how light he slept, and Bae would rather be caught dead than be the reason for Chan's awakening. As he slowly slid out of the warm haven, he watched, amused, as hands tried to follow his wake uselessly. It was clear Chan was missing the warmth from his side, a little frown taking the content expression's place on his face. Bae caught himself almost letting out an amused exhale, the sight entirely too controversial as to what the world knew as Stray Kids’ strong leader.

It was adorable, a carefully treasured moment in Bae’s mind. What he didn’t understand though was the reason why his hyung was there, in his room. It rarely ever happened, especially like this, when the tired producer showed up in the bed, overnight, uninvited.

Not wanting to linger too much on that thought and be late from his personal dance practice, he turned around to start getting ready. Yet, his feet stopped in their place, the air prisoned in his chest.

It was snowing.

October merely started a few days ago, the weather normally chilly and nowhere near cold enough to form the pristine flakes that were now gracefully falling from the sky, as if it was all completely natural. The sky was white, a layer of unflavoured cotton candy enveloping the streets below. Before he knew it, Bae was already at his entirely too huge window, his hand sticking out of its opened form. The air lightly bit into his skin, the limb turning cold as it waited there patiently for as long as it needed to. 

Pale skin slowly turned red, goosebumps forming here and there when finally, a snowflake landed on his outstretched hand.

Big, sparkling eyes watched the little thing, its intricate design. How the lines branched out and met each other, how they twisted gracefully, until they created something so tiny, yet so breathtaking. Another one landed next to it, a bit bigger, yet its design completely different. It was more round instead of a star shape, as if the sky crocheted a little tablecloth for fairies.

“As much as I know you love snow, please come back in, you’ll catch a cold.��� - a raspy voice pleaded with him from behind, strong arms gently tugging him away and closing the window.

Bae didn’t feel that cold until now, his fingers aching, his skin lightly prickling as warmth finally blanketed it once again. A sneeze left his form, quiet and muted, much like the type of person he was. A tissue appeared in his vision, his slightly shaking hands accepting it gratefully.

“Sorry I woke you up.” - Bae quietly muttered once he was done, glancing down at a Chan who was looking entirely too fondly up at him. “Nah, it’s okay. Should’ve woken up soon anyway.”

Bae nodded at that, knowing fully well that the man was too stubborn to say anything else. He went around his room and silently got ready for the day, his form quick and efficient as it glided over the cold floorboards. Once he had the bed made, comfy clothes ready to be worn prepared on top of it, he turned to his quiet leader, head tilted. He still didn’t know why the man decided to raid his room, after all.

“Aish, don’t look at me like that!” - at Chan’s protest, Bae merely tilted his head to the other side.

“Fine, fine! It was already snowing by the time I got back and my bed was just way too cold.”

The leader’s ears were too red, his arms crossed and lips in a pout. Yet Bae merely airily laughed, not at all surprised at the whole thing’s reasoning. Catching a glance of the newly appeared dimples, he turned around, now really needing to go and get ready for his practice. On his way to the bathroom, he bumped into a sleepy Jisung and Changbin, greeting their confused forms as he hurried by.

After a quick shower and his morning routine done, Bae, who was now fully clothed -even with a beanie-, ran into a problem.

That problem being his noisy roommates.

“Nooooo, don’t go, jagi, pleaaaaaase. It’s snowing, it sucks, just stay back!” - Jisung wailed with his doe eyes staring at his victim, arms locked around one of Bae’s. “Aaaaa, don’t goooooo, stay with uuus! It’s too cold for you to leave!” - it was Changbin, the loudest, as he was holding Bae back from behind with all his strength. “Baby don’t goooooooooo. It’ll be too cold without you here.” - even Chan joined them, clinging onto Bae’s other arm.

Of course, Hyunjin was also on the loud trio’s side, his entire weight supported by Bae as he just leaned against his front quietly. The other three shouted enough, he didn’t need to join them to try and win Bae over, the drama llama knew that. It took every fibre of Bae to not just topple over, the pulling and pushing forces on his body almost too much to handle.

He really should have anticipated this all from the moment he saw that it was snowing, his bandmates always turning into even bigger cuddlebugs and whiney babies the moment winter arrived. He could merely sigh, letting the tension leave his body, silently telling the others that he would, in fact, stay back with them. It was a Sunday after all, something they got to spend however they wanted to, as the company forced them to take a break against their will -something Bae clearly didn’t want to oblige to-.

“I’ll call the others over!” - Hyunjin immediately left to grab his phone, energy suddenly radiating from him. “Tell them to bring snacks!” - it was Changbin, his form already in the kitchen to grab their own snacks. “And some fluffy blankets! You know, like the one Felix has!” - Jisung’s voice rang through the entire dorm, his form zooming around the rooms and collecting blankets and pillows. “Just tell them to be careful and to dress up warm!” “Okay old man!”

Chan could only sigh, his head resting against Bae’s shoulder as he now fully stood behind his tallest member, arms encircling petite waist. Bae gently shook his head, not understanding how they could be so clingy just because of a little snow. With his hands over Chan’s, he waddled over to the living room, depositing the protesting male there and pushing everything away to make place in front of the TV.

Not a minute later after he was finished did Jisung appear, arms full of comfy and fluffy blankets, pillows, everything you could imagine. The lil quokka deposited them there, the trio promptly grabbing them and building an enormous pillowfort. They even had some fairy lights installed inside, thanks to Felix who’d suggested it the first time they’d built something like this.

Sometime along Hyunjin joined in, latching onto Bae as if he was the weasel’s personal heater. It made the building a bit harder, but at this point, Bae was used to it, even as Jisung joined Hyunjin and dragged the poor otter to the ground. Jisung only laughed as his lips took on that lovely heart shape, making Bae remain silent as he found no strength to reprimand the boy for what he did.

Soon voices could be heard, the front door opening and the missing half of the band poured in. Felix beelined towards the kitchen along with Minho, bags in both their arms. Changbin greeted them loudly, still busy with making something. The two youngest joined the others in the fort, burrowing their way into Bae’s arms, much to the protest of everyone else.

“What’s with you guys?” - Bae asked incredulously, yet his arms circled around the two to hold them in place. “You run hot, perfect for snuggling. Especially on cold days like these. Even Innie cannot resist it, and that says something.” - Seungmin mumbled out, his face buried into Bae’s neck.

The maknae didn’t say a word, simply let out a content sigh as he snuggled into Bae’s chest on the other side, cold fingers settling onto the poor man’s sides and freezing him in silence. Hyunjin and Jisung grumbled, but let their cute little members stay there, instead settling behind Bae and playing with his hair. Chan merely watched the whole thing happen with fondness in his eyes, choosing to go out to the kitchen instead to help the others.

Good thing too, because everyone came back with their hands full, snacks and steaming mugs in their hands. Bae and the two young ones were forced to sit up as their own mugs were gently passed into their hands, the smell of hot chocolate hitting their faces full force. It was something that Bae loved, being a member of the club of coffee dislikers besides Felix, instead usually opting for sweet drinks. He leaned back against the two boys and the couch behind them, letting himself relax for once.

He watched the chaos he grew fond of fold out before him as he slowly sipped on his hot cocoa, savouring the pleasant burning sensation on his tongue. His eyes followed Changbin chasing Chan around, the latter having stolen a cookie from the dwaekki after their mugs were forgotten on the coffee table pushed to the side. He watched as Felix took the opportunity, taking more food for himself before the chasing duo could notice, a devilish little smirk playing on his lips. He also watched as Minho climbed into their fortress, threatening Hyunjin with some tissues after the boy didn’t want to let the cat take his place. Of course, Minho won, Hyunjin pouting as he sat aside and took a happy little Felix into his arms. 

Bae let his head fall back, looking at the resident cat and searching his face. Minho looked back at him, slowly blinking a few times and gently patting his side. It was their own way of communicating, telling the other that everything was fine and nothing bad happened on their way over. No words were needed, they easily understood the other. Bae just blinked back and turned forward, taking back the two youngest under his arms -as much as he could with his mug in his hands-, them having finished drinking it. Jisung snuggled into his back on one side, while Minho just leaned his head against his own.

By the time the other two joined them, their mugs weren't steaming anymore and some members started whining, wanting to already watch the movie. Of course, their first choice was a Ghibli one, with two big fans being in their midst. Howl’s moving castle started playing, everyone quieting down and settling in as snacks were passed around in the dark room, only illuminated by the fairy lights and the TV. The gentle glow and warmth enveloping them quickly put everyone into a fuzzy headspace, dancing on the precipice of sleep and awareness. With every movie they watched the more they leaned over to the side of sleep, eyes staying closed for a few seconds longer with each blink.

It was long past noon when everyone was at last fully asleep, limbs tangled with each other and snacks completely devoured. Bae was at the bottom of the pile, everyone hogging a part of him for at least a little bit of his warmth. Somehow while the movies played, Felix crawled on top of the tall male, selfishly taking the most for himself. Changbin by some strange means ended up hugging one of Bae’s legs, forced to sit near the edge of the fort. Chan was in a similar situation, limbs thrown over both Felix and Bae’s legs. Hyunjin wormed his way back behind Bae, making him, Minho and Jisung huddle there and act as the slumbering otter’s backrest. Seungmin and Jeongin successfully secured their position in Bae’s arms the whole time, peacefully snoring there.

Winter arrived sooner than it should have, and while the members liked to whine about it, it was also one of their favourite season for a certain cuddly reason.

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 5 - Meet Me in St. Louis

It’s the return of Elvis and Ruby! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to everyone who’s liked, shared, and commented on my writing. It is so encouraging and means so much to me. ❤️

Writing Prompt: Elvis in a car

Content: Fluff, smut, 1973 Elvis, 18+

October 31, 1973

Ruby let her thoughts wander as she absentmindedly strolled down the sidewalk with her shopping bags.  She had walked to the store to pick up some candy for the trick-or-treaters that would be flooding the neighborhood later.  Ella would be home from school soon and would need help putting the finishing touches on her costume.  As usual when she was alone, she found her mind drifting to Elvis.  To her knowledge, he had not tried to contact her in the almost two months since they had admitted their love for each other in Las Vegas.  She had seen the news stories about his rant against the Hilton on closing night, rumors of a falling out with his manager, and his divorce being finalized at last.  She knew he must be going through a lot of turmoil, and at first she had tried to convince herself that was the reason for his silence, but it was probably time to face the music - she had just been a convenient distraction for him, and now he was back to a life that had no room for a single mother in St. Louis.  As if the weather sensed her melancholy mood, raindrops started to pour down with no warning.  “Dammit,” she muttered to herself, looking up at the sky as if that would stop them somehow.  

“Be careful baby, sugar melts in the rain,” an unmistakable deep voice called out.  Ruby glanced over with surprise, just now noticing the fancy black car that had pulled over to the side of the road.  She saw Elvis’ handsome face gleaming at her from the back window.  Her jaw fell open a little bit as she took a step closer.  “How did you know I have candy?” she asked, unsure of what else to say, looking down at the brown paper bags that were starting to get soggy.  “Now honey, ya know I was talkin’ ‘bout you,” Elvis chuckled.  “Now get in here ‘fore ya float away with your candy.”  The rain soaking through her clothes assured her that this was the only sensible decision.

“Aw, honey, you’re soakin’ wet, you’re gonna catch cold,” Elvis murmured as he pulled Ruby in close and planted a big kiss on her lips, which were still hanging open slightly in shock.  “How are you, I mean, what are you, um, why are you here?” she blurted out awkwardly.  She could see his lopsided smile drop a little bit at her less-than-welcoming reception.  “I mean, I haven’t heard from you, I just thought you didn’t want…” she trailed off, trying to backtrack on her initial hostility.  “I do want, honey,” Elvis said, looking a bit dejected.  “I’ve had a lot goin’ on, and I tried ta call ya a couple times, but ya ain’t got no answerin’ service.”  “Oh,” Ruby said, feeling stupid.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you called.”  She did most of her seamstress work from home, but she supposed he could have called when she was out running errands.  Or, knowing his schedule, maybe when she was sleeping.  “I just figured you didn’t want to see me again.”  Elvis looked up sharply.  “I drove all the way here, baby,” he said.  “Of course I wanted ta see ya.”  Charlie cleared his throat softly from the driver’s seat.  “I guess Charlie wants credit for drivin’ me here,” Elvis said with a hollow chuckle.  

Ruby swallowed and looked down at her hands.  “Elvis, I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered.  “Ya are?” he asked, tilting her chin up toward him.  “Of course,” Ruby admitted.  “I was just feeling worried.  I have all these feelings for you, and then I didn’t hear from you, or I thought I didn’t hear from you, and I’m scared.”  She could feel herself beginning to tear up.  “Oh, Ruby, you ain’t gotta be scared of me.  I told ya I had a lot goin’ on, but I’m here now.  Ya know I wanna be with ya.  There’s a reason we’re back in each other’s lives, and I ain’t throwin’ that away.  Understand, baby?” Elvis gazed at her, waiting for an answer.  Ruby nodded and let him wrap her hand in his own.  “Ya sure are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his smile reappearing now.  “Really?  I probably look like a drowned rat,” Ruby laughed.  Elvis’ eyes lowered to her chest and his grin grew bigger.  “Naw, baby, ya look really good like this.  Jus’ make sure no one else lays an eye on ya.”  Ruby followed his gaze down and gasped a little bit when she saw how her sopping wet blouse had molded itself to every contour of her breasts, her nipples prominently poking through the fabric.  She could feel her face flushing bright red as Elvis chuckled and pulled her in close to him.  “Mmm my red Ruby, you’re actin’ like I ain’t seen ya naked before,” he whispered in her ear, sending a little shiver down her spine.  “Elvis!” she whispered shyly, her eyes darting toward the front seat.  “Charlie ain’t listenin’ to us, are ya, Charlie?” Elvis called out.  “No, boss,” came the reply from the front.  “Jus’ drive us to Miss Ruby’s house,” Elvis instructed and leaned back toward her.  His hand gently caressed her chest as she succumbed to the pleasure of his soft lips pressing against hers.

Ruby felt like she could go on kissing Elvis for hours, but they pulled up in front of her house in just a few minutes.  Elvis looked out the window and surveyed the sky.  “I guess we should get inside while the rain’s let up.”  Ruby noticed the downpour had disappeared as quickly as it had come.  It was as if it occurred at the perfect time for Elvis to rescue her and woo her back into his arms without a second thought.  Maybe this is all happening for a reason, she mused.  “Uh, what should I do, boss?  Wait here, or…” Charlie trailed off uncertainly.  “Nah, go to the hotel.  I’ll call ya if I need ya,” Elvis responded, grabbing a small suitcase and opening the door.  He hurried around to help Ruby get out with her wet grocery bags.  Ruby glanced around nervously, hoping none of the neighbors were watching.  Elvis wasn’t exactly incognito in a silver jacket with rainbow flames licking the shoulders.  She smiled as she looked him up and down.  He seemed to have gained a little weight since she’d seen him, but she didn’t mind at all.  It actually made her flush as she thought about laying underneath him, his body pressed into hers.  Elvis looked over and smirked as they climbed the steps to the porch.  “You’re gonna make me blush, baby, the way you’re undressin’ me with your eyes like that.”  “I’m sorry,” Ruby murmured.  “I just don’t know how you get more handsome every time I see you.”  She loved the way her compliments always seemed to both embarrass and please him.

Ruby set the bags of candy on the kitchen counter and turned to see Elvis surveying the living room, looking at the framed photos of her and Ella.  “Where’s your girl now?” he asked.  “She should be home from school any minute, actually,” Ruby commented.  “If you’d rather go, I understand,” she said, looking away nervously.  Elvis turned to look at her in surprise.  “Oh, do ya not want me to meet her?”  He looked a little hurt again.  “No, no, you can meet her, I just didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable, or-” she stammered out before Elvis cut her off.  “Ruby, I love ya.  I want to be in your life, but that means ya have to let me in,” he said as he walked closer and took her hands in his, looking directly into her eyes.  She could feel them watering as she nodded and said, “Okay.  I’ll let you in.”  Elvis smiled with relief and held her close to him.  “And Elvis?” she added.  “Yes, baby?”  “I love you too.  I’m so glad you came.”  She could feel his embrace around her tighten.  “Baby, you should get outta these wet clothes,” he murmured into her hair.  “Are you just trying to see me naked again?” she teased.  “Nah, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” he laughed.  “I can’t get all excited when we won’t have the time for me to take care of ya properly.”  Ruby smiled at this and leaned up to kiss his lips before going into her bedroom to change.  

She returned to the living room to find that Elvis had made himself at home on the couch with some peanut butter cups from one of the grocery bags.  “Elvis!” she swatted at him playfully, “Those are for the trick-or-treaters!”  Elvis looked up at her with a big grin and whistled lowly.  “You look beautiful baby, even if I can’t see those pretty nipples anymore.”  He laughed as Ruby’s face turned scarlet.  “Aw, red Ruby, your face matches your dress now,” he continued to tease as he pulled her onto his lap.  She smoothed out her red dress with rainbow stitching at the waistline.  She was too embarrassed to say that she had picked it out so they would match a little bit with their rainbow colors.  Instead she leaned in and licked the chocolate off Elvis’ lip.  “You’re a messy eater,” she teased him.  “I can think of something really messy I’d like to eat,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers digging into her waist.  “Elvis!” Ruby squealed, shocked but delighted by his naughty innuendo.  Just at that moment, the doorknob turned and Ruby jumped up off his lap.

“Mom!  I’m home!” Ella called out as she walked in the door.  I’m right here sweetie, and we have a guest,” Ruby said nervously.  Ella turned as she walked into the living room and her jaw just about hit the floor.  “You’re - you’re Elvis Presley,” she announced in awe.  Elvis stood up from the couch and reached his hand out.  “You must be Ella.  I’ve heard so much about ya,” he said with a grin.  Ella reached her hand out and shook his, looking like she was in a trance.  “Why are you in our house?” she stared over at her mother in confusion.  “Oh, I’m jus’ an old friend of your mom’s,” he said, smiling down at how her hand was still shaking his.  She dropped his hand then and gasped.  “You did meet in Germany, didn’t you?” she asked accusingly.  “My mom said she only caught a glimpse of you.”  “Well, we may have had a conversation as well,” Ruby said softly, trying to think of how to get herself out of this uncomfortable situation.  “Then when she came to my concert in August, we got a chance to talk again.”  Elvis smiled over at Ruby, trying to help her explain his presence.  “Your concert?” Ella asked in disbelief, looking at Ruby once more.  “You went to Las Vegas while I was gone?”  Then a look of realization came over her face.  “Are you…dating?” she asked.  “Are you dating Elvis Presley and you didn’t tell me?”  Elvis looked at Ruby questioningly also, realizing that she must not have mentioned a thing about him.   Ruby cleared her throat nervously.  “It’s, um, kind of a long story, and I think that’s enough questions for right now.  I can explain it all later, but you need to finish getting your costume ready for tonight.  Trick-or-treat starts in an hour.”  She turned and walked into the kitchen before either of them could question her any further.

Ella went into her bedroom to get ready, and Ruby could hear Elvis’ heavy footsteps walk up behind her while she was pouring the bags of candy out into a big bowl.  “So…ya didn’t even think to mention me huh?” he asked, sounding a bit disappointed.  Ruby turned to find him standing directly behind her, blocking her against the counter.  “Elvis, it’s not that I didn’t think to, I mean, I just didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know if I’d even see you again.  I didn’t want to get…anyone’s hopes up,” she tried to explain.  Elvis nodded slowly and sighed.  “I understand, baby.  But, I should probably tell ya, my hopes are up.”  He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.  Ruby stared up into his beautiful face, noticing how his long lashes fanned over his cheeks. “I think I didn’t want to admit it to myself,” she said softly, “but so are mine.”  Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers.

Ella cleared her throat behind them and they nervously jumped apart, looking like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.  “If you two are done playing kissy-face, can you tell me if my costume looks okay?” Ella asked as Elvis and Ruby tried to suppress their smiles.  Ella was wearing a pink dress that Ruby had made and had her hair in braided pigtails with big bows.  “I wanted to be Marcia Brady, but mom made me dress as Cindy instead,” Ella announced with some disappointment in her voice.  “Probably no one will even know who I am because my hair’s too dark to be Cindy.”  “You can dress as a teenager when you are a teenager,” Ruby said.  “I’m practically a teenager,” Ella mumbled.  “Well, I think ya look mighty cute,” Elvis said with a grin.  “Plus ya don’t wanna grow up too fast, people give ya more candy when you’re younger,” he added.  Ella considered that and nodded in agreement.  “I think you’re onto something there, Mr. Presley,” she said, sounding pleased.  “Please jus’ call me Elvis, dear,” he said with a warm smile.  “Okay Elvis dear,” Ella said, making all three of them giggle.

The doorbell rang and Ella grabbed her trick-or-treat bag.  “My friends are here!  I’m going, mom!” she called out as she ran for the door.  “Hold on, give me a hug,” Ruby said as she pulled Ella in close.  “Be careful and stay together.  Don’t forget your overnight bag,” she added.  “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful. And I expect the full long story when I come home,” Ella said sternly. She gave Ruby a quick kiss on the cheek, waved goodbye to Elvis, and rushed out the door.  “Overnight bag?” Elvis asked.  “Oh, yeah, she’s staying over at a friend’s house after trick-or-treating,” Ruby explained.  “Hmm, we have the house to ourselves?” Elvis said, his endearing crooked smile coming out in full force, making Ruby’s heart melt and her core tingle.  “Well, after we give out the candy,” she said with a wink.  As if on cue, the first group of kids rang the doorbell.  “You should stay out of sight so you don’t cause a commotion,” Ruby instructed as she went to grab the bowl of candy.  

Ruby returned to find that Elvis had already opened the door and was signing autographs for a group of starstruck parents while the kids looked on confused, wondering where the candy was.  She thought about scolding him but saw how much he seemed to be enjoying himself and decided to just let him have fun.  Elvis continued to pass out candy with Ruby and sign autographs until the last trick-or-treater had come through.  They sat next to each other on the couch, Elvis’ arm around Ruby’s shoulders.  “I guess we had just enough candy,” Elvis announced, looking at the empty bowl on the coffee table.  “Actually,” Ruby said with a sly smile, “I set aside a bag of peanut butter cups for you since you love them so much.”  Elvis’ face lit up like a little boy’s.  “Aw, that’s sweet of ya honey,” he said, kissing her forehead.  “Do you want me to get them?” Ruby asked.  “Well, I s-s-sorta had a different treat in mind right now,” he murmured, his hand creeping up under the hem of her dress.  Ruby’s heart started racing.  “Mmm, I think I could help you with that,” she whispered.  She stood up from the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom with her.

As soon as they got to the bed, Ruby pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled his shirt off.  “Oh, God, I’ve missed this,” she whispered as she ran her hands lightly over his chest and stomach, feeling the hair tickle her fingertips.  She loved the way Elvis always seemed to tremble slightly when they were intimate with each other.  It reminded her that he was just a human being who got nervous like anyone else.  She smiled as she took in how beautiful he looked.  Elvis smiled back shyly as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop down to the ground, revealing his bare body to her.  “‘M sorry, honey, he’s not quite ready yet,” he motioned down to his soft cock hanging below the slight swell of his belly.  “No need to be sorry, he probably just needs a little loving,” Ruby said as she pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra and underwear.  Elvis stared at her naked body in admiration as she pushed him onto the bed.  “Let me take care of him,” she whispered lustily.  

Ruby started placing gentle open-mouthed kisses on Elvis’ lower abdomen and thighs, making a circle of wet spots around his cock as she caressed his balls in her hand.  A low moan came from his lips and she moved her mouth closer to his shaft, letting her warm breath tease him.  His moans grew louder and Ruby watched in awe as he started growing hard before her eyes, the head of his cock peeking out from the foreskin.  She leaned in and kissed this most sensitive spot, letting her tongue run over it, and Elvis let out a symphony of moans.  “Oh, Ruby, he’s sure ready now,” Elvis called out.   Ruby gave him one last lick and then laid next to Elvis as he turned to roll on top of her.  He reached down and ran his fingers through her folds, making sure she was wet enough to enter.  “Damn, baby, you’re so wet.  Is that cuz of me?” he asked with a proud grin.  “Of course,” Ruby blushed.  “That’s what happens when I get to lick all over your body and hear you moan my name.”  “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis whispered as he thrusted into her tight little hole, the full weight of his body pressed against hers.  “Oh, Elvis, this is what I’ve been waiting for,” Ruby moaned, the pleasure consuming her immediately. “I know, baby, I know ya needed me to come take care of ya,” Elvis grunted as he continued thrusting deep inside of her.  After two months of waiting for this moment, the ecstasy washed over the two of them with an intensity Ruby could barely take.  She couldn’t stop from calling out Elvis’ name over and over as her orgasm hit so hard her entire body shook with pleasure.  With sweat falling from his forehead, Elvis stuttered up into her with a satisfied groan, filling her up and collapsing down onto her soft body, his head nuzzled against her chest.  

“Oh, wow, Elvis, that was amazing,” Ruby whispered rapturously as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.  “It sure was, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis responded.  “Elvis? Y’know how you have that, um, extra layer on your, y’know…” Ruby trailed off, for some reason feeling embarrassed to say the word foreskin. She could feel him tense up slightly as he realized what she was referring to. She quickly blurted out, “Well I love it! When you, um, go inside of me, I can feel it move back and forth a little bit and it feels amazing,” she ended in a whisper, her face turning beet red with this admission. Elvis relaxed and let out a little laugh. “I’m glad you love it, baby, I guess we were made for each other. Cuz he sure loves bein’ in there.” “I think your whole body is just perfect,” Ruby couldn’t stop the compliments as she continued to stroke his hair. He didn’t say anything more, but she could feel him smiling against her chest.  He leaned up and gave her nipple a little lick, laughing at how it sent a shiver through her overstimulated body.  Ruby blushed and smiled down at him.  “Y’know what I could use now, baby?” Elvis asked, looking up into her face, his eyes twinkling.  “Some peanut butter cups.”  Ruby laughed and kissed his sweet lips.

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[callsignspark]

Mar[r]y Me - part 8.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 2.3k

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part 8.5 - McDonald's apple pie

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’d never dream of it!”

Mary snuggles deeper into the couch as Pierce Brosnan - her favorite James Bond - races through the streets of Ho Chi Minh City on a motorcycle with Michelle Yeoh handcuffed to his wrist. Her chest hurts; tight from an overwhelming urge to cry and a tiredness she can’t quite shake no matter how much she’s been sleeping lately.

The day had been spent with Danielle and the kids, and it had been fun. They had gone to the beach and gotten Thai food for dinner, the adults devouring pad thai while Annabeth watched Frozen again. It was nice; she loved her family, but she missed Bradley.

More than she thought she would.

They didn’t get a chance to properly say goodbye. He had received a hug and the same “be safe, see you in two months” as everyone else. There wasn’t a spare second to sneak away and kiss him goodbye; there was always someone near them the entire time.

All she could do was slip a good luck note into the palm of his hand and hug him for an extra second longer than anyone else. It was hardly anything, but he still gave her a big smile and a sneaky forehead kiss, whispering that his peanut butter bites were safely stored at the bottom of his pack.

For the millionth time since she sat with Mav in her office and they watched the carrier steam away, Mary wonders where Bradley is. Thanks to her security clearance, she knows he's floating somewhere in the Pacific, but nothing more.

Maybe he’ll come back with an even deeper tan.

Somehow, Bradley is always sort of tan, even in January. Yes, they live in California, where it’s beach weather year-round, but it’s like he was born with a built-in base layer of golden skin.

Bond is just about to magically escape from another precarious situation he’s gotten himself into when the doorbell rings. Mary peeks over the top of the couch, trying to figure out who could be at her front door. Her family is in New York, Slider went back to Pensacola last week, and the majority of people she knows in California are also in the middle of the ocean with Bradley.

The bell rings again, whoever it is knocking this time. She sighs - they’re not going away - and frees herself from her perfectly crafted blanket burrito, a poor substitution for the pair of strong arms she’s missing.

Carefully peeking through the side window, she’s surprised to find Flora standing there and quickly opens the door, a blur of red and pink taking over her vision.

“Happy birthday!” Flora yells, shoving an enormous floral arrangement in her face.

“Than- thank you?”

Mary tentatively grabs the vase, taken off guard, as Flora walks in and slips her clogs off. Dropping her huge L.L. Bean tote bag on the dining room table, Flora laughs at how Mary is frozen at the front door, flowers hiding her torso but not her confused face.

“Here, give me those, and you open this.” Flora pulls a box out of her Mary Poppins-sized bag and takes the vase back. She carefully places the arrangement on the island, fiddling with the stems so they look perfect.

“What is happening?”

“Well, your boyfriend came into my shop about three weeks ago and asked me if I would do him a favor. He was so sweet and pathetic; I couldn’t help but say yes.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Funny.” Flora hums, eyebrow arching in disbelief. “I didn’t say a name, but you knew who I was talking about.”

Mary flushes, the tips of her ears on fire as she tries to stutter out an excuse.

“It’s okay, Mary.” Flora takes pity on her. “I know it’s complicated, but let’s face it, that man would do anything for you. Which is why I’m here, on a Sunday night, with gifts.”

“Gifts?” Mary echoes. “Plural?”

“Mmhm. First up, a floral arrangement full of warm tones because “red is her favorite color, but all red would probably be overbearing” - which is a direct quote.”

“They’re beautiful, Flora.”

“He did a good job, and he deserves a reward for understanding that flowers are expensive and you can’t cheap out if you want a nice, big bouquet. Next is the box.” She slides the brown box across the table, fluffing the ribbon curls on top. “I have no idea what’s in that one.”

Mary carefully opens the ribbons tied around the box, her throat tightening when she takes the lid off. At the top is a notecard with Bradley’s handwriting.

She pulls the sweater out of the box, and her eyes start to water as she holds it up for Flora to see. It’s a light yellow, almost the same shade as the stick of butter softening on her counter, practically identical to the one sitting in her closet, a red stain still covering the front. The material is so soft she can’t help but press her face into it, tears escaping as Bradley’s cologne washes over her.

Fuck. I miss him so much.

This was anticipated; she knows how sad Dani can get during Reuben’s deployments. Knows how sad she would get when her best friend was gone for months. It’s only been two weeks, but it’s the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other. Even during the rough patch in January, they still got glimpses of each other at work. The worst part is not knowing how he’s doing. If he’s okay. She assumes he is; Mav hadn’t mentioned anything, and she’s pretty sure he would tell her.

It would be the only way she would find out. Mary isn’t naïve enough to believe that she would be a first-tier point of contact if he got hurt. They haven’t even gone on a date yet, and the only time they kissed was that day in her office.

She’s pulled out of the impending spiral by a gentle hand rubbing her shoulders, which she didn’t realize were shaking. She lets herself be comforted by Flora, the older woman pulling her into a hug, uncaring about the tears staining her shirt.

“Sorry.” Mary sniffles, pulling back after a minute to wipe her eyes. “I just really miss him, more than I thought I would.”

“It’s okay, I get it.”

“That’s right. I forgot about Jake.”

She realizes she said something wrong by the way Flora’s hand goes stiff on her back.

“Jake and I are not together.”

“Oh. He just- when we were talking, he kinda implied that the two of you were sort of seeing each other.”

“We’ve fucked a few times, we're not together.”

Mary blinks at her. Jake had never said anything about sex; he was lamenting that Flora didn’t want to see a movie he was excited about. Sad that the florist wouldn’t join him.

“Jake, I mean, I don’t know Flora very well, but I gotta say she doesn’t really seem like a zombie apocalypse kinda girl.” Mary gently soothed, trying to give equal attention to her email inbox and the mopey Texan. “Why don’t you find a movie you’ll both like?”

“I tried! She doesn’t want to go to the movies at all. I know she’s busy - like she runs a whole ass business all by herself - but it’s like she doesn’t even care that we’re gonna be gone for two months!”

“Did you tell her that you want to spend time together before you leave?”

“No. We’re just- that’s not-” Jake sighs, cut off by Mary’s phone.

They had never finished their conversation; Jake had a hop and Mary a meeting, and a few days later, he was shipping out alongside Bradley.

“Okay. I’m sorry, he didn’t mention that, so I must have misunderstood.”

“You probably didn’t.” Flora rolls her eyes. “Jake likes to talk like we’re together, but I’ve told him several times a relationship is not what I’m looking for from him.”

“Can I ask why?” She quickly backtracks when the other woman’s face scrunches up. “Oh my god, you absolutely don’t have to say anything. I wasn’t trying to push.”

“No, you’re fine. Jake is a great guy. He’s smart and funny and handsome, but we want different things in life. Things that can’t be compromised on and that I won’t ever change my mind about. So there’s really no reason for us to try anything serious. I told him that before they deployed, but I’m officially breaking it off when they’re back because I’m not sure he got the hint.”

“That makes sense; that’s probably the best way to go about it.” She nods, impressed by how strong Flora is in her conviction and a bit sad at the same time. Those two would be great.

“Sucks, though. He’s incredible in bed.”

Mary lets out a bark of laughter at the complete 180 in conversation. “That surprises me and doesn’t surprise me all at the same time.”

“It’s that atrocious arrogance of his, isn’t it?”

“Yes! An ego like that means a man is either totally overcompensating, or he knows he’s good, and he’s got the moves to prove it.”

“Oh, he’s got the moves. Believe me.” They laugh at the eyebrow wiggle that accompanies Flora’s words.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta know. That ridiculous Texas accent he pulls out when he’s trying to charm someone-”

“-does he use it in bed? More frequently than you would imagine.”

“Okay… but, like, does it do it for you?”

“I plead the Fifth,” Flora says as she furiously nods.

“Stop! Wait! And the cowboy hat?”

She laughs harder, tears in her eyes as she gasps, “Both of us!”

“You’ve both worn it?!”

Flora’s confirmation makes them both howl with laughter, Mary bending over and holding onto the table for support. It takes a few minutes for them to calm down, wiping tears away as they catch their breath.

“Well, that’s got to be the least shocking thing I’ve learned about Jake.”

It makes them both start giggling again; the blonde man’s affinity for his home state is well-known, frequently coming up in conversation.

“I should get going. I have to be up early to set up for a funeral. But I have one more thing for you, well, two things.” Flora dips back into her bag, pulling out a brown paper bag and a square envelope. “From Bradley.”

“McDonald’s?”

“Well, he requested I get you an apple pie - it had to be an apple pie - from Sift, but by the time I got there this afternoon, all their pies were gone. So I improvised, and thankfully, Mickey D’s had just done a fresh batch.”

“Apple pie is my favorite.” Mary quietly says, peeking into the bag and seeing five pie boxes. “Thank you for doing this, Flora.”

“It’s no problem. Bradley was so cute when he came in; I couldn’t help but agree. It’s sweet how much he cares about you.”

“I’m starting to understand how much he really does.” A content feeling settles in her chest, warming her up from the cold sadness that was taking over earlier.

Only 60 more days until Bradley is home.

“You’ll probably want to warm those up before you eat them,” Flora says, slipping her shoes back on, getting ready to leave.

“Hey, we're having a girls' night and putting together care packages for the Daggers next week. You should come, you can help with Nat’s box. Plus, it’s great to have extra hands to help put them together.”

“That sounds fun; I’d love to join you guys.” She opens the door and hesitates for a second, turning back to Mary. “No one knows about me and Jake hooking up. I didn’t tell Nat because she wouldn’t understand, and I don’t think he’s told anyone either. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“No problem. I’m always here to talk if you want some fairly neutral input.”

“Fairly neutral?”

She shrugs. “I know he can be an idiot, but Jake is a good guy, and he’s also my friend, so I can’t be completely unbiased about him. Fairly neutral is the best I can offer.”

“Fair enough.” Flora smiles at her, yelling back as she walks down the steps. “We should grab dinner sometime! Have a good night!”

“Night!” Mary waves, happier than she’s been since the beginning of the month.

She locks the door after making sure Flora gets into her car safely, promising herself that she’ll reach out to friends more. No more moping around, being sad that Bradley is gone.

I’ve got to learn how to deal with this if we’re going to date. It’s not like he’s going to leave the Navy; he’s going to be gone.

Snapping photos of her presents, she starts mentally composing the thank you email she’s going to send to Bradley. The Lincoln is on a communications blackout for the first three weeks of the cruise, but she’s been sending him little updates. Letting him know when she’s thinking of him, hoping she isn’t filling up his inbox too much.

She plops back into her favorite corner of the couch, stretching out on the chaise that makes her get a little hot under the collar every time she sits on it.

“Let’s read this card.” She mumbles to herself around a bite of pie as Bond saves the world and gets the girl.

A photo flutters out of the envelope as she pulls the card out, and she loses her breath when she flips it over. It’s the two of them on Valentine’s Day. When she made him pancakes, the photo he said he was going to tape up in his bunk.

A promise he followed through on, his last text showing off his rack. Corners of the blue blanket neatly tucked in, and the photo of the two of them taped on the wall right next to his pillow. Mary looks at the photo he printed for her, smiling at the happiness radiating from both of them. The corners of their eyes crinkled, and her dimple popping out; she still can’t quite believe that Bradley Bradshaw wants her, of all people.

Then she reads the card, and her insecurities quiet down for the night.

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Liminal: 1 Oct. Suptober snippetfic

"Perfect sleeping weather." Dean slowly propped himself up on his elbows, all his weight otherwise pinning Cas in place. His smile grew wider. "If you were thinking about going to sleep."

deancas, post-first time au; very slightly spicy

Cas didn't know the blanket had slipped down until a thin, cool draft curled along his spine. He looked over and saw Dean had left the nearest window cracked open. 

"Hmm?" Dean hummed, his breath warm at Cas's throat.

"It's supposed to be in the low 50s tonight." Cas pulled at the blanket until it relented, letting itself be retucked around Dean's shoulders. Cas shivered as the fabric settled against his own skin. He could feel Dean smile. The smoke-scented October air was almost as bracing.

"Perfect sleeping weather." Dean slowly propped himself up on his elbows, all his weight otherwise pinning Cas in place. His smile grew wider. "If you were thinking about going to sleep."

He dipped his head to kiss Cas like it was already the easiest thing, like they'd been kissing one another for months, no hesitations, his mouth hot and soft and sure. When he shifted his body a bit to the side he laid his palm in the center of Cas's chest, as if to claim him, as though Cas might try to squirm away.

What was the saying? Cas thought. Possession was nine-tenths of the law? Angels needed express permission to occupy a human's vessel. The reverse wasn't true, but Dean had long possessed Cas. Hester had it wrong, of course (angels were, it turned out, often wrong). When Cas first laid a hand on Dean, it saved them both. 

Maybe no threshold he crossed would ever be more important than that one. He just hadn't understood before, not really, that what had been undertaken roughly an hour ago might change him just as thoroughly. He knew how Dean kissed now, how he tasted; how he sounded when Cas was inside him. He loved Dean in every way he knew to love someone and somehow, after everything, Dean loved him too.

"Hey, Cas," Dean whispered, smile faded and eyes gentle. "You all right?"

Cas nodded, eyes on Dean's. He leaned into him as Dean traced away a wetness along his jaw with his thumb. Cas sighed with contentment. 

"Wanna get lost again?" Dean asked, low and close like a mind-reader, an ensorceler. 

"Yes," Cas agreed against Dean's mouth, and pushed the blanket to the floor.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 22

“Last time, on Total Takes Island: we took you around the Playa de Losers, a luxury resort in which the losers from the past season have been chumming it up against a backdrop of gourmet food, waterslides and massage tables. We learned that Austin and Kelly are still together and happy, Kitty and Patrick are still radioactive, and Mal is still… um, Mal. In a shocking twist of events, the losers accidentally voted off Bonnie, sending them to the docks and leaving Michael behind on an island of people she hates. Who will be walking the dock next? Find out now, on Total! Takes! Island!”

Chris’ weather machine sputters to life, sending out a few dark clouds over the island in the early morning. The rain follows, an extremely heavy downpour that wakes almost everyone with flashes and lightning and cracks of thunder. 

“Oh, great,” Julia sighs. “I didn’t pack a coat.”

“Not even one?” Michael asks, pulling up the hood on her parka and fastening her boots a little tighter. 

“It’s summer. It’s not supposed to rain until, like, October or something!” Julia snips, hopping off of her bunk and walking to her suitcase to dig through it. 

“Where are you from?”

Ass hums pleasantly as they walk back inside the cabin, decked out in a yellow raincoat and dripping all over the hardwood floors. They flip off their hood and smile. “Lovely weather, huh? Rain is so stimulating,” they take off their coat and set it by the door, their matching boots following. “Of course, I packed extra carefully. Brought at least three coats.”

Julia starts. “Can I-”

“When you earn it,” Ass says, shaking their finger at her. 

Chris’ voice blares over the intercom as Julia glares. “Lovely morning today, huh, campers? Welcome to the dreaded rain day- any and all fun activities are canceled, except for the craft tent, where I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow!”

Julia sighs and steps out onto the porch, watching the rain pour. “Yeah, I am so not going out in that. Michael, can you-?”

“Get it yourself,” Michael says, walking to the mess hall with her hands in her pockets. 

“Whatever! I’ll just starve, then!” she stands, clenching her fists. 

“Have fun!”

“Wow, dramatic much?” Ass asks, walking by while rolling their eyes. 

Julia sighs and grumpily sits down, cradling her face in her palms. 

---

JULIA: “Okay, I get it, alright! Thank you, universe, for teaching me my lesson! I should’ve never dropped Michael for Scruffy and I shouldn’t have dumped Scruffy for Ass! I get it now!”

---

Julia stands, walking back inside the cabin and slamming the door behind her. 

---

The rain continues to pour, beating down on the camp. Michael and Ass eventually return from the mess hall and decide there’s nothing else to do but sleep the rest of the day off, since no one in the girl’s and such cabin is exactly thrilled to braid each other’s hair and tell secrets. 

Morning comes, the sky now a beautiful shade of blue and the sun beaming down. Julia is up first, yawning and stretching. She notices the sunlight sifting into the room first and smiles sleepily. “Thank God!”

She hops off the top bunk and her feet go cold. Julia looks down and sees water up to her ankles. “Oh, awesome! Flash flood, anyone?”

Michael yawns, stretching. “What’re you talking ab- oh, geez,”

The three remaining campers look down at the soaked floor and grumble, shifting around the cabin to pick up their now-soaked belongings left on the floor the previous night. As Ass picks up a sock by the window, they stop. “Um...”

“Hm?” Michael asks, looking out the window with them. “Oh, crap.”

The three throw open the door and walk out onto the unfamiliar sandy beaches of an unknown island, where the flood had lifted the cabin and drifted it to the night prior. 

“Okay, this blows,” Ass comments, crossing their arms. “This must be another one of Chris’ dumb challenges.”

“Don’t you think he would’ve at least explained it first?” Michael says. “You know how much he enjoys watching the terror on our faces.”

“We just drifted downstream,” Julia walks a bit down the beach. “Someone has to come get us eventually.”

Ass and Michael follow her, walking down the sands until they reach the end of the beach, a large cliff soaring upwards. They all have a collective feeling of being walled in. 

Ass turns around, back to the cabins. “Hey, where’s McLovin?”

---

The boy’s and such cabin and its only remaining member float down the lake, completely isolated from the distant, foggy islands surrounding it. McLovin yawns, waking up the latest out of everyone (again) and stepping outside the cabin without looking, plopping straight into the water. 

“What the hell, man?” he asks, rubbing his eyes as the cold water instantly wakes him. He looks around the abandoned lake for a moment. “Hey… where is everyone?”

---

Julia sharpens a stick with a rock, wiping the sweat off her brow. Michael scales a tree in the forest to look out over the island. 

“Okay, here are the rules,” Ass says, pacing the beach. “No one is to leave without telling us. No hogging resources. No trying to escape on your own. Michael, you’re on adhesives. Julia, get started on logging.”

“Um,” Michael drops from the tree. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re building a raft, duh. I’ve read a million survival books, I know what to do in this situation,”

---

MICHAEL: “Okay, not to rain on their parade, but reading isn’t exactly the same as doing. I can’t count how many times Joner got us lost in the woods, at amusement parks, on beaches, rivers, museums… he just gets excited and runs off,”

---

“If you’re sooo smart, shouldn’t you know we’re supposed to look for water first?” Julia asks, swiping her stick with the sharpened stone again. 

“We’re surrounded by water, genius,” Ass jabs their thumb in the direction of the lake. 

Michael sighs. “I’m going to start a fire and try to find something to boil the lake water in,”

“It’s fresh, Einstein,” 

“It’s lake water. Did your survival books encourage you to die of bacterial infections, too?” she says as she walks into the cabins in search of a vessel. 

---

McLovin sits in the cabins, rocking back and forth. His stomach grumbles and he whimpers. 

“They left me here to die! They left me here to die!” he mutters, pulling out a crayon portrait of Sha-Mod. “You’d never leave me, Sha-Mod, would you?”

He giggles nervously and his pupils dilate. 

---

“These plants are potted,” Julia says, kicking a clay pot holding a triassic-looking plant. “Chris is so corny.”

---

CHRIS: “Nuh-uh!”

---

“Yeah, I’m not exactly buying this whole “freak accident carried us downstream” thing,” Ass says, huffing as they drag another log to the beach. “This is clearly a challenge!”

“No duh,” Julia rolls her eyes. “Hey, what’s that?”

Ass looks to a distant human-made structure peaking out of the treeline where Julia points and their eyes widen. “A treehouse?”

The two drop what they’re doing and sprint over to the structure, fighting over who climbs the ladder first with slight slaps and scratches. Michael follows shortly, watching the two fight with her hands on her hips. Eventually, they roll into the bushes and pause their slapping to scream. 

Michael runs through to see what the fuss is about, and comes face to face with a giant, shiny white T-Rex skeleton. Julia and Ass hug each other and shake in terror, scooting away from the colossal skull. 

“Seriously? This is so not real,” Michael says. “If it were an actual skeleton, it’d be buried under layers of dirt and stone, and no natural bones are white and flawless. They’d be yellowed, with some signs of wear- bite marks, scratches, missing parts- this thing is plastic. And corny.” she kicks it. 

---

CHRIS: “Nuh-uh!”

---

MICHAEL: “Okay, so I'm aware it's totally useless information, but I… know a lot about dinosaurs. Not because of Joner or anything, just… cause, you know?”

---

Julia and Ass stand, slightly embarrassed as Michael knocks on the thin plastic skeleton. A strong breeze carries it away seconds later. 

While everyone is distracted watching the hollow bones float off in the wind, Ass turns and runs to the treehouse ladder first, climbing it while laughing at the two below. They open the door and a prop skeleton swings out, knocking them off the platform. 

Julia and Michael laugh as they stand from the ground, dusting themselves off. They glare. “Whatever!” and they climb the ladder again, pushing past the prop. The two other campers follow, still chuckling. 

The inside of the cabin is dark and dirty, a few stray bunk beds and chests lining the walls. A massive spider crawls away as the light from the door hits it. 

“Ew,” Julia says, stepping away. “I’m not staying in here.”

A distant howling from outside makes everyone turn to the lake, and then promptly run inside. 

---

McLovin sits on the porch steps as his cabin remains floating in the lake, crying and howling while rocking back and forth. The crayon drawing of Sha-Mod is taped to the front of a book now, propped up beside him. 

“I’m going to die out here, Sha-Mod. I’m going to die without ever having the chance to prove myself,” he mutters to the paper. “Without having seen my friends one last time… without completing my Fast and Furious VHS tape collection… I’m going to die with Michael still hating my guts!”

The Sha-Mod drawing says nothing as McLovin sniffles. 

“What was that?” He asks, turning to the paper. “You think I need to keep going?”

The Sha-Mod drawing says nothing. 

“You think I need to survive to make amends and prove my worth?”

The Sha-Mod drawing says nothing. 

McLovin stands. “You’re right! I’ve been living in fear for far too long!”

He runs inside the cabin, breaking something with a loud snap and a screech and then running back out with one of the bunk bed legs, using it to weakly paddle the cabin. 

---

“I cannot believe this is how I’m going to die,” Julia sighs, sitting on one of the dusty bunks inside. “Surrounded by losers.”

Ass scoffs. “I could say the same!”

“Whatever,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not a loser.”

“I’m not either,”

They both turn to Michael, who’s sitting on the floor, studying one of the remaining fake dinosaur bones. She looks up. 

A loud crashing noise from outside grabs everyone’s attention and they run to the platform. The boy’s and such cabin is washed up on shore, and McLovin is lying face-down in the sand, clutching the now-crinkled drawing of Sha-Mod. 

“Oh, come on!” Julia shouts. “How is he still alive?”

“I told you, he has a lot of determination hidden in that thin body,” Ass says. “You owe me three chocolate bars.”

“If I don’t kill him first,” she murmurs, climbing down the ladder with the others to go retrieve him from the sand. 

---

The four campers sit inside the treehouse together in silence. McLovin is cradling the picture of Sha-Mod, which everyone is refusing to acknowledge outside of giving each other confused glances. 

Michael coughs. Julia scratches a bug bite on her ankle. Ass picks at their fingernails. 

“So…” Michael says, everyone glaring at her for breaking the silence. “How do you think the other campers would cope with this? If they were here, I mean?”

“Bonnie would be a machine, they’d find a way out in ten minutes, tops,” McLovin says. “Don’t you agree, Sha-Mod?”

Ass rolls their eyes. “Courtney would probably start getting us to ‘work together’ as ‘a team’ to 'survive',”

“Scruffy would probably tell us about an episode where this happened, so we’d know exactly what to do!” Julia chimes in. 

“Max would’ve gotten us organized right away. No fighting about what to do,” Michael says, smiling. “He’d have a plan the second we washed up here.”

Ass leans forward, now smiling slightly as they rest their chin on their fist. “Staci would be telling us about how her great-uncle Femur built the first raft,”

“And then she’d build an even better one,”

“Patrick would be all like, “oh no, the bees! I’m allergic!” and then run into a bear trap,”

They all laugh at that, shaking their heads. The mood is slightly less tense now and the treehouse seems a little brighter.

“Frollo would probably get us to confess our sins,” Michael says, pulling her knees to her chest. “It’d probably make us feel better, if anything.”

“Yeah, no way would that hoot get anything out of me,” Ass says, smirking. “He’d probably try to save me from damnation or something.”

“Yeah, but it’d be nice to have a clear conscience before we die on this island, you know?” 

The four look at each other. 

---

“Jesus, that actually happened?” Julia asks, sitting up in the bunk she was lying on. 

Ass shakes their head and sighs. “Yeah, I know. I guess I kinda used to be a bit of a pushover. I just figured that’s the way things are, no use in fighting for myself,”

“I guess Mal really messed you up, considering what happened before you came here,” Michael says. 

“Yeah. That was really the cherry on top of everything. But at least it wasn’t half as sad as Julia’s parents,”

“My home life isn’t depressing, just disappointing,” Julia snaps. “And at least it’s not as bad as Michael’s!”

Michael grimaces. “Yeah, well, at least I didn’t have a Mal!”

The three girls grumble and then fall silent. Ass turns to McLovin. “Okay, MC, your turn to confess. Let’s hear ‘em,”

McLovin opens his mouth, but just before he can speak Julia stands. “Do you guys smell that?”

The four run out to the platform outside and see smoke rising over the hills in the distance. 

“People!” Michael gasps. “We’re not alone!”

The four climb down the ladder and run in the direction of the rising smoke, not bothering to wait to form a plan. They all shout, stumbling and falling into a clearing where Chris is waiting, snacking on a kebab and sitting in a director’s chair. 

“And cut!” he laughs, swallowing a bite. “Great job, everyone, you all survived!”

“What. Is. This,” Ass asks, pointing at the site. A luxury trailer sits beside a gourmet buffet and a few tents. Chef is grilling something delicious-smelling nearby, hence the smoke.

“This is our crew site. We were just waiting for you to get back,” he chuckles, finishing his snack and tossing the skewer away. “Feel free to help yourself to the buffet, you all must be starving!”

The four glare at Chris. He laughs again. “See you all at the campfire ceremony tonight- oh, and by the way, all of that was on camera,”

They blink, suddenly looking horrified. Chris walks away as the rain downpour starts up again, soling all the buffet food. 

---

“Aw, you all look so tired!” Chris says, looking over the exhausted campers. McLovin cradles his Sha-Mod as the rest of the contestants stare blankly. “Michael, Ass, Julia, you’re all safe.”

“Um, you have a marshmallow left on that plate,” Ass says, pointing. 

“Very observant, Natalie. McLovin!” he tosses the last treat to McLovin, who looks on in terror. 

“No- you don’t mean-”

“That’s right! Sha-Mod is once again walking the dock of shame!”

McLovin cries in anguish as Chef walks over, grabbing the barely intact drawing from him and walking away with it. He falls to the ground and beats the dirt with his fists, sobbing as everyone watches on in a mix of concern and genuine fascination. 

Julia chooses to ignore the display. "So... we never talk about what we said in that treehouse again. Deal?"

Michael and Ass nod.

Chris pops up. “Who will be torn from our campers next time? And who will get one step closer to winning the million? Find out tomorrow, on Total! Takes! Island!”

[ajgrey9647]

one not being to focused on carving their own pumpkin because they're too worried about the other getting hurt while carving theirs :( + Jason/"Tommy" (for some reason I'm picturing them in that Alt World Drakkon made? Where he got to play superman and Jason taught kiddies karate with Lauren~)

An Autumn Day in His Utopia/Delusions of Normalcy

Waking up in the mornings was different these days. After a deep, restorative sleep with none of the usual nightmares and worries, ‘Tommy’s’ hazel eyes cracked open into the bright sunlight streaming in through the window near his bed. The sky outside the glass pane was a vivid, iridescent blue with nary a cloud to be seen.

The teen sat up in the bed, glancing about the beautifully appointed room, a far cry from the old days of bare, lumpy mattress, musty smells, and sparse furnishings. One of the best parts of this new life was there was no longer any sharp yelling, quick tempers, vicious verbal dress-downs, or the ominous cracks and thumps of breaking furniture.

Pushing aside the lush green comforter, ‘Tommy’ stood to look out into the courtyard below. He’d taken some creative license with the weaving of his perfect world, incorporating elements that he’d always found himself drawn to from among the many places he had lived with his ‘old parents’.  For this reason, the scene outside was reminiscent of the Midwest in terms of vegetation and weather.

A light breeze gusted, rustling the brilliant red, orange, and yellow leaves across the frost tipped blades of grass. There was a nip in the air that made one’s nose tingle inside with the cold, but that was also invigorating. It was going to be a lovely day in October and, barring any interference from otherworldly attackers, it promised to be his oyster.

‘Tommy’ crossed to his closet, the abundance of warm flannel and corduroy a delight under his fingertips. No more threadbare, stained, secondhand garments for him ever again. No more suffering with the skin of his bare arms rough from gooseflesh, his chest tight from the chill penetrating the thin cotton of his t shirts.

Pulling on a green and white flannel button up and green pants, the boy easily opened the door to the hallway, no longer fearful of what might be awaiting him on the other side. Smelling the crisp, distinctive odor of bacon frying from downstairs, his mouth watered and the grumble from his stomach made him chuckle.

Nothing roused his appetite more than a cool autumn day!

Galloping down the carpeted stairs, ‘Tommy’ noted his faithful servant, Finster, standing at attention beside the curved end of the bannister.

“Good morning, sir! Sleep well?” he asked, solicitously, giving the teen a respectful bow.

“I did, indeed, Finster! Thank you! Breakfast smells delicious!’ ‘Tommy chirped, moving into the kitchen.

The small, white figure followed him, sweeping up a tray bearing a small collection of white, covered china plates and a tall, crystal glass of orange juice as his charge took a seat at the polished mahogany table. Finster artfully arranged the dishes containing the bacon, eggs, and toast before ‘Tommy’s’ ravenous gaze.

“Any plans for today, sir?”

Plucking a slice of toast coated with strawberry jam from the proffered breakfast, Tommy munched it thoughtfully as he considered the wide array of options to him. With such a picturesque fall day, it seemed the thing to do would be to indulge in all the classic activities that autumn presented.

“Hmmm… I’m thinking about making a trip out to Mitchell’s Orchard. Maybe enjoy some apple cider, take a hayride, walk the corn maze. Feed the baby animals,” he grinned, relishing the wholesome innocence of it all. “And, of course, carve some jack-o’-lanterns.”

Finster nodded sagely.

“Wonderful, sir! Will you be driving there? I can have Cranston bring one of your cars around.”

‘Tommy’ shook his head.

“Nah, I think I’ll just take my bike, get some fresh air and sunshine. The Orchard’s not too far.”

Crunching a piece of bacon, the teen had another thought.

“Have the other servants gather some firewood and prepare to have a bonfire tonight. I want hot dogs, marsh mellows, hot chocolate…the works! Invite everyone!” he exclaimed, feeling flush with excitement at the prospect of being surrounded by so many attentive, admiring, loving faces.

“Excellent idea! I will have them start immediately! Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”

Scrapping the chair back from the table, ‘Tommy’ eagerly bounded into the living room, scooping up his green knapsack from the side table near the front door.

“That’s all, Finster, my friend. I’m heading out now, but I’ll be back around dusk. Hopefully, those invading beasts will give me at least one day off. However, I’m prepared in case they decide they want to rock and roll again!”

Moments later, the wheels of ‘Tommy’s’ bike crunched over packed gravel and out onto the roadway. His long dark locks lifted about his shoulders in the still chilly wind. Considering his immense powers, a bicycle helmet was a non-issue for him and he decided to forgo the covering in favor of the sensation of flying over the pavement. The city skyline cast jagged edges into the bright blue off over his left shoulder, the buildings towering over the ant-size populace below them.

The knap sack bounced against his lithe, graceful back, the reiteration of his body in this universe much different from Lord Drakkon’s muscle-strapped, intimidating physique from the Coinless World. Here, ‘Tommy’ was a handsome, young teenager, his skin smooth and unblemished, no rope-like, snaking veins creeping up his neck into his jaw and cheeks like a high collar. His shiny mane was a solid warm brown hue with no trace of grey.

Reverting to his teen years in an idealized form meant that ‘Tommy’ was getting a second chance, a do-over of his chaotic, abusive, and violent younger years. In this universe, he felt no desire to attack, fight, scream, or menace. Others looked at him not in fear or anger or horror or disappointment, but fawned over their resident hero, desired to befriend him, to please him.

Why couldn’t things have always been this way? Then he wouldn’t have had to become the meanest, wildest motherfucker who ever lived. He could have had friends and possibly even a soulmate, a deep, passionate love that he would be able to trust and confide in.

‘Tommy’ shook his head, forcing the uncomfortable musings from his mind. He was going to have a good day and not dwell on the shit that loomed over him in another life. The instinctive, vigorous motion extended down his upper body and arms, causing the front of his bike to wobble erratically.

“Fuck!” he snarled, Drakkon’s harsh, deadly tone slipping back into existence.

The powdery loose gravel under the tire pulled the bike into an almost slick skidding towards the edge of the road. Braking made the slide worse and ‘Tommy’ ended up dismounting the out of control contraption. Landing in an untidy heap that was not the picture of grace he was accustomed to in this world, the teen quickly regained his feet, brushing the small pebbles and dust from his pants.

“Goddammit!”

A hand on his should nearly made him shriek in surprise.

“My lord, are you alright?” a warm, concerned voice asked, tinged with a touch of awe.

Spinning around, ‘Tommy’ found himself face to face with Jason Scott, the dark-haired teen who he’d made a karate instructor in this kaleidoscope universe. He was dressed in a long sleeved red and black flannel shirt and red jeans, the thick material unable to hide the Red Ranger’s muscular build.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just hit some loose gravel,” the green-clad teen stammered, caught off guard by those beautiful midnight eyes.

‘Tommy’ felt his cheeks flame, embarrassment mixed with an explosion of papery-thin butterflies into startled flight. This reaction was not completely foreign to the dictator, merely annoying. He didn’t like the way his stomach twisted in knots and words jumbled in his brain when in Jason’s presence, much like when they were in high school together before he’d returned to Rita.

But this Jason was not ‘his’ Jason, not the Coinless Jason. That unfortunate Ranger was still locked securely in his palace, psychotic and traumatized and broken. Yet, it didn’t matter. Standing out in the open with Jason like this, without the other boy being under heavy restraints and yelling and cursing his name, was odd.

Dark brows scrunched together in worry.

“Forgive me, but you seem distracted, sir. Is there something I can do to help?” Jason tried again.

‘Tommy’ stared at the other teen, struggling to know what to say, feeling foolish standing here like he was addled.

“I was just wool-gathering,” he finally muttered. “It figures I’d find a way to ruin a perfectly beautiful day by ruminating on the past.”

The Red Ranger looked confused by the statement but didn’t press the issue. Instead he flashed a somewhat bashful smile and nodded towards ‘Tommy’s’ downed bike.

“Allow me, my lord,” he offered, striding over and righting the bicycle before wheeling it back towards the other teen. “Not to sound impertinent, but where are you headed?”

“Mitchell’s Orchard,” ‘Tommy’ whispered, feeling a tingle arc through his hand when his fingers brushed Jason’s as he took possession of his bike.

He hoped his gasp hadn’t been audible to the Red Ranger.

“Beautiful day for it, sir.”

The awkward teen dug the toe of his sneaker into the grass nervously, heart thundering while he worked up the courage to ask a rather mundane question. Jason was standing so close ‘Tommy’ could smell his comforting scent and feel the warmth radiating off his body, his aura still a protective one even here where Drakkon was the invincible hero.

“Would you want to go with me?” he finally blurted out, hating the high-pitched, girlish tone that accompanied the question.

The Red Ranger blinked in surprise, his full lips parting.

“I’d be honored to, sir!”

‘Tommy’ then waited while Jason wheeled his bike from the garage and waved to his parents in the front window of their living room. Mr. and Mrs. Scott appeared to beam with pride that their son was in the company of such a revered superhero. They looked nothing like their real-world counterparts, both individuals in this universe healthy and happy.

‘He should thank me for that,’ the disguised Drakkon hissed to himself. ‘I let him have a good existence here.’

“Ready?” Jason smiled, hiking a leg over the seat of his bike.

‘Tommy’ forced Drakkon’s anger and frustration to the back of his mind and returned the friendly grin.

“Alright, let’s go!”

A short time later, both boys steered their bikes into the entrance of the large orchard. Large bales of hay were stacked about haphazardly, errant leaves snagged in the rough strands. A small number of families milled about, staring into the little pens housing the baby goats, pigs, and rabbits as their children laughed and shrieked with soft muzzles whispered the edible offerings from their hands.

A large green tractor was situated off the left; it was attached to a trailer with wooden slats for seat and its floor obscured with more hay. The hayride skirted the outside of a large pumpkin patch where one could select their very own to take for their perfect jack-o’-lantern. The corn maze was beside the pumpkin patch, the wispy stalks rubbing in the breeze.

‘Tommy’ pointed at a wooden building in the middle.

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink. Want to grab some cider?”

Jason nodded as he engaged the kickstand on his bike.

“That sounds great, my lord,” he answered, not seeing the frown crease the other boy’s face.

Clearing his throat, ‘Tommy’ patted the Red Ranger’s shoulder.

“I appreciate the respect, but you can call me ‘Tommy’ today, ok?”

Jason’s dark eyes appeared uncertain or uncomfortable; the other teen couldn’t decide which.

“I’ll try. It will take some getting used to, uhh, ‘Tommy’,” he answered. “Just feels wrong to be so familiar.”

The teens entered the small store and were assailed with the strong smells of apple, cinnamon, pumpkin, and a touch of pine. Wrinkling his freckled nose, ‘Tommy’ looked over his shoulder at Jason.

“I think we’re going to permanently smell like fall after being in here!”

The Red Ranger laughed, following the other boy toward the front counter.

“I think you’re right.”

The woman working the concessions was stunned almost speechless when she saw who was patronizing their establishment.

“My lord?” she squeaked. “What can I get for you and your friend today?”

‘Tommy’ gave her a broad, hero smile, causing her to become more flustered.

“We’ll both have apple cider, please. And two apple cinnamon doughnuts.”

The poor lady nearly tripped all over herself to get the requested goods for such an esteemed patron. Her eyes skimmed the selection of powdered confections, huffing while she tried to pick the two doughnuts that were the most perfect specimens.

Returning to the visitors, she passed them the drinks and food.

“No charge for you, of course, sir! Please let us know if we can be of any further assistance!”

‘Tommy’ flashed his winning smile again.

“Of course. Thank you, beautiful,” he teased, giving her a wink that made her swoon.

Both teens walked outside, munching on the sweet doughnuts and sipping their cider as they considered what activities they wanted to partake in. Finishing off the rest of his beverage and smacking his lips, ‘Tommy’ tossed his empty cup in the trash bin and Jason soon followed suit.

Impulsively grabbing the Red Ranger’s hand, the dictator tugged him towards the large tractor orchestrating the hayride. So caught up in the beautiful day, with the delicious fragrance and cool breeze, its bright colors, ‘Tommy’ truly relaxed into the enjoyment of the day, thoughts and memories of his past and of Drakkon securely stored in the back of his mind.

The excursion on this wonderful autumn day was like nothing ‘Tommy’ had ever experienced before. He’d not had much use for such wholesomeness and childish wiles, usually ending up running from the cops or engaging in some type of physical scuffle with someone who’d pissed him off. He was someone who always had acquaintances, not friends. In the past, ‘Tommy’ preferred to hole up somewhere hidden, enjoying a smoke, a drink, maybe some ass if the mood took him.

Not cavorting about an orchard with his enemy.

‘Tommy’ had pulled and tugged on Jason’s wrist so much as he’d excitedly drug the Red Ranger from activity to activity, that the other teen was starting to develop light bruising and pain in his forearm and elbow. But the obvious joy sparkling in the hazel eyes made the discomfort worth it.

Together, the two boys had taken numerous rides about the orchard in the hayride, trekked the corn maze a couple times, fed and stroked the baby animals, drank more cider, and climbed the assembled hay bales constructed for daring adventure. And, of course, they each selected a bright orange pumpkin fresh from the patch.

They’d laughed and joked and cut up, their cheeks tinged pink with the chilly air as the day began to dip towards early evening. Beginning to feel the first tugs of exhaustion, Jason had suggested an idea to his new friend.

“Hey, it’s getting late, Tommy. Do you want to come back to my house and carve our jack-o’-lanterns?”

Looking up at the sky that was slowly deepening in color, ‘Tommy’ decided he could be late to his own bonfire. And perhaps Jason could be convinced to accompany him there as well? He wasn’t ready to part from the Red Ranger just yet.

“I’d like that, Jase.”

Balancing the pumpkins precariously as they peddled their bikes, they somehow managed to make it back to Jason’s without dropping them onto the road. Jason ducked into the house to grab sharpies and a couple of sharp knives.

“Have a good time, Jase?” his mom called from the living room as the teen hunted in a cabinet for a large bowl to collect the seeds for later roasting.

“Yeah,” he answered absently. “We’re going to carve some pumpkins out on the driveway.”

“’Tommy’s here? At our house?” his dad marveled. “I’m glad I decided to finish all the yard work yesterday!”

“Perhaps he’d like to stay for dinner?” his mom exclaimed, jumping from her place on the couch to inspect the contents of the fridge.

Jason didn’t appear to register the question as he disappeared out the door again. He smiled at ‘Tommy’ sitting on the pavement, each pumpkin nestled side by side in preparation for their amateur plastic surgery. Settling next to the other teen, Jason laid out their equipment and laughed.

“I have no idea what kind of face mine is going to end up with,” he managed. “How are you going to do yours?”

But ‘Tommy’ didn’t hear Jason’s question. His hazel eyes were locked on the sharp, deadly carving knives laying on the pavement by their thighs.

‘Such dangerous, wicked things capable of so much damage,” he mused. Like right now for instance, he could easily grab the black handle and thrust the blade into Jason’s side, into his belly, his back, his face. Blood would flow, possibly spray if he snagged an artery, the liquid pulsating with each racing, self-defeating heartbeat. Jason would try to run, he had no question, coating the driveway, the grass with the scarlet fluid before he blacked out and collapsed.

‘Tommy’ felt his hands tremble as they sat atop his knees. He watched as the Red Ranger picked up one of the knives and began to attempt one of the jack-o’-lantern’s triangular eyes. His eyes vividly followed each thrust and tug of the blade down the stiff rind.

Unbidden, his mind cast back to a grimmer place and time. A cold, stone cell in the dimly lit dungeon of his palace. Defiant dark eyes blazing in fury but hiding a frightened child’s terror as they locked on the small, shiny blade in Drakkon’s gloved fist. Swearing and threatening even as the chains restraining his arms to the hard wall clanked when he yanked uselessly and helplessly upon them.

“Fuck you, asshole!”

An evil, feline laugh.

“Such language, you little Red bitch! But keep running that smart-ass mouth of yours! Please do! It will make your tears that much sweeter!”

Tearing the already tattered red shirt from his prisoner’s body, smirking at the flinch backwards into the wall, the panicked panting. Dragging the point of the knife through the warm, quivering flesh, blood rolling in rivers from the numerous small cuts before an eager tongue lapped up the coppery-smelling liquid. Jaw clenched tightly, eyes now squeezed shut, fighting the screams of pain that would be pointless here.

Then failing.

Tears and blood and screams, pleading and begging, the frantic tinkling of rattled chains, the smell of panic and desperation. Now the teasing tongue moving to sample the salty drops rolling down bruised cheeks.

“Tommy?”

A warm hand covered his icy one still perched on his knee, making him visibly jump.

“What!” he nearly barked, still in the throes of a remembered torture session, hazel eyes pooling to black.

Jason flinched back, removing his grip on ‘Tommy’, his eyes fearful now, mirroring those of Coinless Jason in another time.

Panting, ‘Tommy’ licked his lips and gradually settled back into the present moment.

The bright orange flesh of the pumpkin partially carved in front of Jason helped to ground him.

“Sorry,” he tried. “I was doing it again. Wool-gathering.”

He tried a shaky grin.

‘If Jason hurts himself cutting that stupid thing, I’m liable to set on him like a rabid dog,’ ‘Tommy’ realized. ‘And I actually don’t want to. I want things to be different here.’

“It’s alright,” Jason responded, shifting his position on the ground to face his friend. “I meant what I said earlier. If there’s anything I can do to…”

His statement was cut off when ‘Tommy’s’ lips descended on his own, pressing against his mouth shyly. It wasn’t the lewd, tongue-laden kiss that Drakkon frequently forced upon Coinless Jason, but a close-lipped peck.

The Red Ranger’s eyes widened as ‘Tommy’ pulled his head back, nervously waiting for Jason’s reaction. The dark-haired teen licked his lips slowly, thoughtfully.

“Wow,” he breathed softly. “Ummm…thanks?”

‘Tommy’ felt his cheeks redden. He felt so foolish and dumb and worthless. Why the fuck did he do that?

“Can I have another?” Jason whispered, his fingers gingerly entwining with the other boy’s.

Leaning over, the Red Ranger brushed his mouth to ‘Tommy’s’ freckled cheekbone, making the teen hiss, fire heating his face.

“Jason?”

“What?”

“Why don’t we abandon this project and go somewhere more private?” he growled, his eyes tracing the Ranger’s full lips.

Later, once the bonfire was in full swing and Finster had started to worry, ‘Tommy’ appeared but seemed to be avoiding the throng of admirers seeking him out for accolades. His lips were still slightly swollen and felt almost bruised from the intense make out session. He’d really struggled to control his feral urge to pounce, to be aggressive and controlling.

The anticipation of the next planned tryst with Jason made the delayed gratification worth it.

[everythingcanadian]

Windswept

Pairing: Thomas Barrow/Jimmy Kent

Rating: G

No Warnings

Summary:

1932, Jimmy has a reason for October to be his favourite. Autumn is no longer so bleak or cold for him.

Day 12 of promptober: Favourite. This follows the Chapter titled: Warm Beige, Beer Mugs, and Quiet Comfort in my fic "Thommy, a storybook of mini fic " Link below if you want to read. I don't think you need to to get this. If you want to read the fic that goes before this here is the link. If not this should read fine on it's own.

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Halloween was something Jimmy enjoyed immensely. He enjoyed the haunts and spooks and terror that bleed from stories to streets. The children he now taught were trying to scare each other or even him. The professors he had been taught by in years previous would try to wind up the students during October. He had seen plenty of costumes and decorations. He loved it. Had spent last Halloween up at the big house with Thomas and Daisy and much of the downstairs staff. He was somewhat welcomed back and handed a mug of spiced tea along with dinner. It was a special treat to enjoy the spookiest night of the year with old and new friends. 

 What he didn’t enjoy was the days leading up to it. The cold weather. The bite of the wind and the beginnings of jack frost coming in after summer had fled for the fall. The leaves that he loved to crunch under foot became slippery and flat. The vibrant colours going dull and brown when the rain washed all the life out of the village. When the sun stopped spending more time out and about and instead retreated to let his world go dull and dark. 

In previous years he had been alone in his bed for the most part, left to shiver and bemoan the colder mornings where his floor was as frigid as the earth outside the place he was staying in at the time. 

Now however, he had a lover to help warm the sheets with him. A lover whose body was soft and plump and oh so warm . A personal furnace for Jimmy to snuggle up to and press his nose against where shoulder met neck. Tangling warm calves and ankles with his chilled toes. A soft protest coming from behind red lips. Following it, deep inside a soft and hirsute chest, was a groan that came with waking. A stretch of limbs not far behind. And finally, the finale to the dance of becoming conscious, a lovely smile and barely open grey eyes. Stale and bad breath foreshadowing a sweet kiss. A grunt to lean over to the bedside table and look at the time.

Their cottage was still bathed in darkness. Dawn yet to break over their roof. Their room wouldn’t see proper sunlight until midday. Jimmy’s old room, the one he had taken when he had first moved back to Downton, would be the first room to get a lick of sun as it edged up over the horizon. 

Jimmy didn’t have work on a Sunday morning. The children he taught would be getting dressed for church in a little while. But he didn’t have to go anywhere this morning. Instead he pulled himself closer to his lover and sighed a great sigh as he settled back in for a snooze. 

Thomas spoke up softly. Voice just a whisper. Eyes closed again after looking at his watch. “We have hours yet, love. S’only four thirty. Don’t need t’be at the grand house ‘till noon.” Thomas reached out under the sheets and wrapped Jimmy up in his arm, letting Jimmy tuck himself under his chin. His sleep heavy words dragging them back under the blanket of sleep.

The cold wind that shook the trees clean of leaves made a racket outside their window. The rattle of the glass didn’t bother Thomas anymore. The first few weeks, when Thomas had gotten the place for himself, winds whipped down the road and over the farms to Thomas’ doorstep and had terrified him to no end. 

Once Jimmy moved in that one evening in ‘31 those fears faded to dull bouts of panic and blank stillness. Even when Jimmy was just across the hallway in his own bed for the next year and a bit, the storms never really bothered Thomas. And now, with Jimmy beside him, cozy and safe in their shared queen bed, Thomas had never felt safer. Jimmy had never felt as secure and sure of himself. Even while bathed in greys and browns, the world was still vibrant to him.

Halloween was Jimmy’s favourite time of the year. Yet with Thomas, it was now all of Autumn.

[healthyartsforseniors]

Self-Love with Madura

Cedar Ridge Creative Center, Cooking Up Community, 2023

Madura: "Daily movement is non-negotiable for me. Whether it's yoga, stretching, a walk out in nature, martial arts or strength training, I need to get it in. Movement keeps my joints mobile and strong, my muscles toned, and my digestion, nervous system & overall physiology at optimal function. Mentally and emotionally, movement is key in helping me think positively, with clarity and confidence. Spiritually, movement helps release energy blockages and stagnant energy within me so that I can get the most out of my meditation practice, and work towards my highest potential. Simply put, movement makes me feel great, and oh, so grateful!"

In the heart of Scarborough, amidst the lush greenery and historic charm of the Cedar Ridge Creative Center, a group of seniors gathered for a truly special experience for Cooking Up Community, under the Healthy Arts for Seniors program. Madura Siva, a seasoned yoga instructor, led our group through a rejuvenating Yoga session infused with ancient wisdom, heart-centered mindfulness, and the healing power of self-massage. This remarkable session was a testament to the magic that happens when community, wellness, and art come together. Nestled among Scarborough's picturesque trees, Cedar Ridge generously opened their doors to our community.

Madura Siva leads seniors participants of the Cooking Up Community program through a Yoga+Self-Soothing massage session at Cedar Ridge Creative Center, 2023

Madura Siva, is a treasure trove of knowledge in the realm of Yoga and holistic wellness. She expertly guided us through a journey focused on joint health, mobility, flexibility, and mindfulness. Drawing from her expertise in Ayurveda and Chinese medicine, she shared insights that have been passed down through centuries and generations by knowledge carriers. One of the highlights of Madura's session was her emphasis on specific pressure points in the hands and feet that can positively impact digestion, sleep quality, stress management, and overall well-being. These simple yet powerful techniques left a lasting impression on our participants, empowering them to bring improved health into their daily lives. Cooking Up Community recognizes the significance of holistic well-being as we age. Our bodies may change, but our spirits remain vibrant, craving movement, connection, and nourishment. Madura Siva's Yoga+Massage session embodied the essence of this program, catering to the physical and emotional needs of our senior participants.

Tea and biscuits, Cooking Up Community, 2023

After our enriching session with Madura, we gathered for a special tea time. The act of sharing herbal tea and biscuits brought us closer together, fostering a sense of unity and warmth. The power of tea to create connections and evoke conversation was truly evident as laughter and stories filled the room. As we sipped our tea and savoured the biscuits, we were blessed with beautiful summer weather in October. The large windows of Cedar Ridge framed an idyllic view of lush, greenery, and vibrant Scarborough trees. The scene outside mirrored the tranquility and rejuvenation we experienced within.

From left to right: Cooking Up Community Program Lead: Mariam Magsi, senior participants: Irene and Josephine (Wendy and her Mum had to leave early and we really missed everyone else who couldn't make it out today), Yoga facilitator: Madura Siva and Scarborough Arts support team: Tomée Tzatzanis, Cooking Up Community, Healthy Arts for Seniors program, 2023.

Our Yoga session with Madura Siva at Cedar Ridge Creative Center was a celebration of community, wellness, and heart. It reminded us that regardless of age, we can continue to grow, learn, and thrive. We extend our heartfelt thanks to Madura Siva for generously sharing her wealth of wisdom with our community. Her dedication to promoting well-being amongst our senior participants is truly inspiring. Last year, for Cooking Up Feminism, Madura led our group through a virtual workshop on wellness, and this year, it was a privilege to learn from her in person. Immense gratitude also to Cedar Ridge for allowing us to use their space, and some very gorgeous, vintage tea-cups from their private collection. We would also like to express our gratitude to Tomée Tzatzanis, whose unwavering support throughout the Cooking Up Community program has made moments like these possible. Lastly, big love for Scarborough Arts for generously supporting vital programs like Cooking Up Community and giving us a platform to share our creative gifts with the world.

~ Mariam Magsi, Cooking Up Community, Scarborough Arts

P.S: To learn more about Madura's practice, please visit: www.advaitamovement.com

[chvnnie]

Rules

The Bet part two

hwang hyunjin x fem reader x han jisung

word count: 11.4k (i’m so sorry lmao)

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: they’re all in looooove, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader (reader falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), switch!jisung (jisung falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), mean!hard dom jisung, bratty!jisung, semi bratty!reader, stoner!jisung, multiple mentions of weed, use of restraints, degradation, praising, teasing, unprotected sex (pls just don’t), one mention of anal, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of toys, dirty talk, marking, choking, one slap, crying, drool, video tapping, voyeurism(?), pet names: good girl, good boy, whore, slut, angel, baby, baby girl, use of sir (for jisung), slight sub space, aftercare, there’s so much happening and it’s all so filthy i’m so sorry i’m a whore. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: hyunjin gives jisung a punishment, but he’s never been a very at following rules.

a/n: I STG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS FIC TO BE SO LONG BUT I KINDA POPPED OFF. i had so much fun writing it, i really love these three and their dynamic so i just couldn’t stop myself. i’m so excited for you all to read the continuation of this storyline! i hope you all enjoy :)

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin or han jisung as people, or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

At 2 am, the October rain was at a downpour, loudly hitting the front windshield of the car currently sitting in park outside of the airport. The car was warm, the windows steaming in contrast to the cold air outside. Music was playing at a low volume, barely audible over the tapping of the rain.

You sat in the backseat, knees pulled up to your chest. The small cotton shorts you wore to bed the night before rode up your legs, leaving skin exposed to the cold leather of the car. Your hair was still damp from the shower you took hours ago, legs sore and bruised from being held open before that. All you wanted was to sleep, but you also didn’t want to leave the airport parking lot anytime soon.

Jisung was in the driver seat, head pressed against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling of the car. He wore one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, which loosely fit him, and workout shorts that barely touched his mid thigh. His hands went up to his face, sneaking under his glasses to rub his eyes. He had barely slept; he couldn't bear to miss the short amount of time left.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat, blonde hair pulled out of his face with a headband and in a low pony. Out of the three of you, he was the most appropriately dressed for the weather; black joggers, a big sweater, and close toed shoes. Both you and Jisung had opted to wear sandals on the drive. He was looking at Jisung, hand resting on his boyfriend’s thigh. He wanted him to look at him. He needed him too. He wasn’t leaving the car until he did.

Work trips always hit Jisung the hardest, and Hyunjin’s job took him on a lot. Most trips he stayed in the country, only gone for a handful of days at a time. Sometimes, though, they took him out of the country, and those were more unpredictable when it came to length. You had learned to assume they were anywhere between a week and a month, typically about three weeks. Hyunjin had lucked out this time - he would only be gone two. Even though it was one of the shorter trips, Jisung still had a hard time parting with him.

It wasn’t that Jisung needed you or Hyunjin around all of the time - he understood the two of you had jobs and friends and hobbies outside of the relationship, and he did as well, so he always respected that. It was that he loved you both so deeply in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain that when either of you are gone for more than two days, he gets sad. He just wants you in his arms, he wants to feel your skin on his, Hyunjin’s kisses on his shoulders, he wants to wake up in bed with the both of you.

So this was hard for him. Both you and Hyunjin understood that. He needed a second to collect his emotions before he could say goodbye.

When Jisung finally looked at Hyunjin, his eyes were watering. The hand not on his thigh cupped his face, gently catching any tears that rolled out.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Hyunjin whispered, minty breath fanning Jisung’s face. The dark haired man shut his eyes, trying to savor Hyunjin’s scent. He always smelled like mint and rainwater, with hints of vanilla from the shampoo he used. Jisung never tired of it - he would drown himself in it if he could. “I’ll be back so soon.”

Jisung leaned into his touch, warm and soft against his cheek. “Don’t want you to go.” His voice was a whisper.

“Me neither.” Hyunjin slowly closed the space between them, softly kissing his boyfriend. His lips always tasted like cherry from his chapstick, and Hyunjin swore it gave him a buzz every time they kissed. He let Jisung’s tongue explore his mouth, drinking in the taste of him before he pulled away. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Jisung nodded his head, knowing if he spoke his tears would be unstoppable. Hyunjin understood that as well, turning his attention to you to give him space.

“My girl.” He called softly, reaching out for you. You moved to the edge of the seat, hugging him as well as you could from the back. One hand wrapped around your center, the other in your hair, Hyunjin cradled your head as he held you close to him. “I love you so much.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, willing yourself not to cry. It was safe to say that this was hardest on Jisung, but that didn’t make it easy for you or Hyunjin, either. You knew when you got home that you would be holding Jisung as he cried, the two of you eventually falling asleep intertwined. You would let yourself cry then, not wanting Hyunjin to worry too much. You wanted him to enjoy his trip, enjoy the new place he was getting to explore.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his shoulder. “Call us when you land?”

Hyunjin pulled away from you, hands falling to grasp yours. “And every chance I get.” He brought both of your hands up to his mouth, peppering them with sweet kisses before he leaned across the console to capture your lips. If Jisung tasted like cherry, you tasted like mint, lip balm always rubbing off on him and making his lips tingle when the kisses ended. He loved it - it excited him. Even after all these years together, Hyunjin found excitement in you daily. You thrilled him in ways he never understood, and didn’t want to understand. He just wanted you, and everyday he thanked every god he could that you were his, and that he got to share you with his favorite man in the world.

You were the one to break the kiss this time, wanting to get one last look at him before he left. Your fingers traced his jawline as if trying to memorize him. “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you, kissing the fingertips that now ran across his lips. He couldn’t wait to be home, either.

Hand still on his face, he turned to Jisung. “Sungie, could you pop the trunk for me?”

Jisung nodded, reaching down to grab the lever.

“Do you want us to walk you in?” You asked as you finally moved your hand away.

Hyunjin waved you off as he collected the backpack at his feet. “No, it’s pouring out there and cold. Stay here. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you need help with your bag?” Jisung asked the question this time.

Hyunjin shook his head no. Once he had all his things, he turned to you, placing a swift kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips.

“I love you, angel.”

He turned to Jisung, repeating the same kisses on his face. When he was done, he kept his lips near Jisung’s, not quite ready to pull away.

“I love you, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled sadly, gently rubbing his nose against his. “I love you, Jinnie.”

Before Hyunjin pulled away, he whispered lowly, tone soft but threatening: “Don’t forget the rules.”

With that, he was out of the car, blowing kisses as he collected his suitcase from the trunk and ran inside the airport.

//

The rules.

The stupid, fucking rules.

Just thinking about them had Jisung’s grip tightening against the wheel, his focus narrowed in on the road ahead of him.

When Jisung joined the couple two years ago, it took a few months to figure out the sexual dynamic, especially with you and Jisung both being switches. It was easy to say that Hyunjin was always in charge, no matter what, but what about the two of you? What happened when either of you dommed?

Hyunjin was the softer dom of the three of you. He loves to praise, showering you two with kisses and always making sure you felt as good as he did. He was gentle and kind, the most aggressive thing about him was his love for calling you a whore in bed. He was patient and slow to anger, so he hardly was the one giving out punishments. It was good that he was soft, because you and Jisung were not.

You considered yourself in the middle - you weren’t soft per say, but you weren’t a hard dom either. One of your favorite things to do was making Jisung cry, watching him writhe and beg underneath you. Or on top of you. Honestly, wherever you wanted him, he would be. He was a good boy for you, and you loved bossing him around. Your punishments were always mild; wanted to cum? Fine, do it. Over, and over, and over until you were sick of it. Didn’t want to listen? Fine, he could watch you and Hyunjin fuck with his hands tied, unable to do anything but cry for attention. Wouldn’t stop mouthing off? You would shove your panties in his mouth without hesitation. He wanted to act like a slut, you would gladly treat him like one.

Jisung was mean when he was in charge. He would set rules that he knew would be impossible for you to follow just to punish you. He liked seeing you covered in bruises and hickeys, often shoving you to your knees hard enough to hear the hit of them echo. You were nothing but his little fuck toy to use whenever he dommed, only there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. And you adored it. There was something so incredibly sexy about the way Jisung treated you like you were nothing while Hyunjin kissed you softly and praised you at the exact same time. Every time Jisung and Hyunjin dommed you, you swore you ascended, loving every second the contradicting treatment.

While similar doms, you couldn’t be more opposite subs. You loved to listen, always wanting to hear Hyunjin call you a good girl and fill you with cum. He called you angel for a reason - always so willing and ready for him, at his beck and call whenever he wanted you for whatever he wanted. Rarely would you ever act up for Hyunjin, or even Jisung. In all fairness, Jisung’s rules were impossible to follow, setting you up for failure, but you did always listen to him. You were good for both of your boyfriends, even Jisung in his hard dom state could admit that.

With Jisung, it depended on who it was and what he wanted. He tends to listen better with you, knowing that you always made it worth his while in the end. If he ever wanted something, he would always go to Hyunjin first, knowing he’d be the most likely to give it to him. And he did, most of the time. When he got what he wanted, he was as good and sweet as you were, wanting to do anything Hyunjin asked of him. When he didn’t get what he wanted, however, he would act out.

It was almost impossible to push Hyunjin’s buttons so hard that he would give punishments, but with Jisung, it had happened a handful of times. Jisung enjoyed being a brat; he enjoyed pushing his patient, loving boyfriend to the breaking point, watching his soft face grow hard as he ruined Jisung.

The last time he pushed Hyunjin that far was last week. Jisung had been a brat all day after Hyunjin told him he couldn’t have a blowjob until they were done running errands.

“Behave and you can cum all in my mouth later, baby boy.” His boyfriend had told him.

Jisung had whined and whined, telling Hyunjin he needed his mouth now, not later. But it was no good, Hyunjin just telling him if he waited that he would get all he wanted and more.

After Hyunjin had told him no, he went into your home office to try and convince you. Out right asking would get him another no, so he decided to try a different angle. Jisung sat on his knees next to your desk chair, resting his chin on your thigh to get your attention.

You glanced down at your boyfriend, wide eyed and pouty, and removed your headphones. “Hi my sweet boy.” Your hands found his hair, running through them softly. “What’s with that pout?”

Jisung closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your touch. “Just wanted some attention.”

“Mm, what kind of attention?”

He opened his eyes, blinking up at you sweetly. You knew he wanted something the moment he put his chin on your thigh, and the look he was giving you confirmed it.

“Want your mouth on me, please.” His tone was needy and pitchy, and you knew he was ready to beg for what he wanted.

“I see. Have you been a good boy today?”

Jisung nodded quickly. “So good, baby. I listened so well last night, and this morning when I made you cum. Remember?”

“Yes, but didn’t you get to cum inside me? Was that not a good enough reward, Sungie?”

He felt disappointment wash over him, his lip slightly trembling as he looked up at you. “It was the best reward-“

“Then why are you asking for more?”

It was then Hyunjin walked in the room to remind you that it was almost time to leave. He didn’t expect to find Jisung in there with you, pouting at you with puppy eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin asked, strolling over to the two of you.

You looked up at him, hands firmly gripping Jisung’s hair to keep him in place as you spoke. “Sungie was asking me to blow him. Apparently filling me up wasn’t enough of a reward.”

Hyunjin sighed, squatting down next to Jisung. Jisung looked at him, realizing that there was no way for him to talk himself out of this. “What did I just tell you? Did I tell you to come in here and bother our girl while she worked, or did I tell you to wait?”

Jisung felt his disappointment get overpowered by annoyance, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. “You told me to wait.”

“So you ignored what I said in hopes that she would give you what you wanted? Did you want her to get in trouble with you?”

Jisung gritted his teeth. “No.”

Hyunjin stared at his boyfriend, assessing him. He could tell he was beginning to get upset about not getting what he wanted, but Hyunjin wasn’t happy that he ignored his very easy order. If he wanted to be a brat, fine. Hyunjin would let you deal with him later.

Standing up, Hyunjin leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “Leaving in five. Are you at a good stopping place?”

You nodded, hands finally releasing Jisung from your hold. “I’m ready now.”

Jisung moved back so you could stand up, then followed your movements. When he was on his feet again, Hyunjin stood in front of him, fingers gripping his chin to make him look at him.

“Be good, and you still might get what you want.”

And he tried. Jisung really, really tried to be good. But then he watched the way Hyunjin grabbed your ass in the grocery store and the way he would give you little kisses as the two of you checked the grocery list. The only touch Jisung got at the store was Hyunjin holding his hand. It wasn’t enough, not when you were getting showered with affection and he was getting none.

While you were squeezing bread, Jisung decided to make a move on Hyunjin.

“Jinnnnnie.” He whined, tugging on his hand.

Hyunjin looked down at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Jisung pouted his lips, sticking them out for a kiss.

“Do you think you deserve one?”

He was getting really sick of questions like that today.

“I’ve been so good this whole time.” His voice was a shrill whine, not even bothering to hide how frustrated he was. “Just want one kiss. Please?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, deciding to cave. “Fine, but only one.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up, leaning in for the kiss. Hyunjin pressed his lips against his, giving him a small peck before moving away.

The light left his eyes.

“That’s it?” Jisung asked, his face heating with anger. “Just a peck?”

Hyunjin glared at him, sternly telling him to behave with his eyes.

No, no. He was sick of this.

Jisung stomped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and immediately began pressing kisses on your cheek. You wiggled against his hold, giggling slightly as you asked him to stop.

“Come on, baby.” His voice was low, sending chills down your spine. “Just wanna give you a few kisses is all.”

You almost let him continue, wanting to feel his lips all over your skin more than anything, until you remembered what he did in your office. You pushed his hands off of you, patience gone. “You need to stop before I take away any hopes of you getting a blow job today.”

Then, he did something he never does with you.

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He mumbled, moving out of your grasp and walking away from the two of you. You and Hyunjin exchanged looks, and it was clear that both of you were sick of his attitude.

Jisung texted the group chat that he would be in the car, and you and Hyunjin finished up the shopping. While waiting in line, you told him that you were sick of Jisung acting like a brat and that you think you should go ahead and punish him. Hyunjin shut your idea down quickly.

“He’s a good boy. He deserves another chance.”

Hyunjin regretted giving him that last chance.

Once the three of you got home, Jisung went right into the living room and turned in his gaming console.

“Sungie, can you come help us before you play games, please?” Hyunjin asked as he placed two bags on the kitchen island.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He snapped out before sitting on the couch and pulling up his last played game.

Trying to keep his composure, Hyunjin took a deep breath and tried again. “Jisung, please come help us, and then you can go back to being mad at us for the rest of the day.”

He didn’t answer, purposely ignoring Hyunjin.

You came into the kitchen, three bags in your hands, and immediately felt the tension. You glanced over at Hyunjin, ears redder than you’ve ever seen, a vein popping in his neck.

No questions were needed. Hyunjin didn’t even look at you as he walked into the living room and quickly unplugged both the game console and the tv.

“What the fuck-“

“Shut up.” Hyunjin hissed. You watched with wide eyes, scared to walk any further into the living room. Hyunjin was patient and slow to anger, but when he got there, he was the last person you wanted to fuck with. “I am so fucking sick of your attitude, Jisung. I gave you so many chances to listen, and you didn’t even try. I’ll ask one last time - get the fuck up and help, and I’ll think about lessening your punishment.”

Then, Jisung locked his fate in with a sly smirk, staring Hyunjin dead in the eyes before saying:

“Make me.”

His punishment was one you liked to give him when he didn’t listen: tied up on a kitchen chair naked, forced to watch you and Hyunjin fuck over and over again. At first, you thought it was a bit tame, wanting to give him something more. But then Hyunjin slammed himself into you without warning, and you knew this was going to affect Jisung in ways it never had before.

Hyunjin had you bent over the kitchen table, one hand on your hip while the other held your face down, pointed in Jisung’s direction. Jisung watched as you screamed, fingers clawing at the wooden table while Hyunjin fucked you at a relentless pace.

“Fuck, what a good girl, screaming so loudly for me.” Hyunjin hissed, hand leaving your hip to circle around and find your clit. You jolted forward at the touch, hips banging against the edge of the table. Clenching around him, you started to warn him that you were close, and he was about to let you cum.

Until he looked over at Jisung to tell him to watch, only to find his abs and thighs painted in his own cum.

Hyunjin stopped abruptly, still inside you. You whined at your lost orgasm, ready to beg for more when Hyunjin grabbed your hair and pulled you against his chest.

“Look at him.” Hyunjin said, a wide smile across his face. “So desperate to cum at that he made a mess without anyone touching him.”

Jisung flushed, feeling small beneath your gazes. He hated the way it turned him on, hated the way it pushed him back to the edge to hear you two talk about him like that.

A scoff left your mouth, and Jisung whined at the sound. You smiled at him before turning to Hyunjin, eyes dancing with mischief. “Make him do it again.”

Jisung came twice more without touch, the last one making him sob when it hit before Hyunjin decided it was enough. After helping you down, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your fucked out face, he walked over to Jisung and began to untie the ropes.

“I’m going to start a bath for the two of you after I finish this. Make sure you both go pee and grab a drink before meeting me in the bathroom.”

Both you and Jisung nodded, too far gone to try and respond. As you made your way to the kitchen to grab water bottles, Hyunjin squatted in front of his boyfriend. The ties were loose, allowing Jisung to slip out of them. Hyunjin grabbed his wrist, kissing the rope marks over and over.

“You did well, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled. The aftercare made it all worth it. Hearing how proud Hyunjin was always made Jisung float, feeling just how deeply his boyfriend loved him.

“But we’re not done.”

His smile dropped quickly, and even you were surprised at Hyunjin’s last remark.

That’s when he set the rules in place. They would end as soon as Hyunjin returned from his trip, and if Jisung followed them, he would reward him with anything he wanted for a full week, no questions asked.

All he had to do was not touch you, or himself, while Hyunjin was gone.

Simple, right? It was only two weeks, Jisung could easily go that long without touching you or masturbating. It would be a breeze.

Except for the fact that the simple thought of them set him on edge and made him angry.

Jisung accidentally ran a red light, not even noticing the color.

“Sungie?” You said, hand resting gently on his thigh. “You okay? Do you need me to drive?”

You probably thought he was just upset about Hyunjin leaving. Which he was; his heart already ached knowing he wasn’t going to be in bed with the two of you tonight. Knowing it would be easier just to say that, Jisung shook his head. “Just miss Hyunjin.”

You frowned and leaned across the console to rest your head on his shoulder. “Me too. I wish he could’ve stayed home.”

Jisung nodded, slowing down as he entered your neighborhood. “Can we snuggle tonight?”

“Of course.” You softly responded. “I don’t want you to leave my side ever, especially not tonight.”

He resisted the urge to sigh, wanting nothing more than to take you home and make love to you tonight. Jisung loved alone time with you, getting to make you feel good and make you feel loved all night long. You were his favorite girl in the world, and he would do anything to make you feel loved and special. Not getting to show you how deeply he cared for you in that way…

It was going to be a long two weeks.

//

Hyunjin kept his word, FaceTiming the two of you everyday. He sent pictures in the group chat of everything he thought was noteworthy, and bitched when things were slow and boring.

You were surprised when you went into your home office the first day he was gone to find a note taped to your laptop screen. You opened it to reveal a three page letter from Hyunjin, detailing his love for you in poems and doodles along the edges. He ended the note with a hint, saying there were letters hidden inside your office, one for each day he was gone to remind you of his love for you. So far, they were all the same in length, and each one made you cry without fail.

Jisung had found a similar letter tucked in his work bag. His letters were hidden throughout his home studio and car, each listing different things he loved about him and why. Jisung reread each letter everyday. They even smelled like him, making Jisung cry harder each time he read them.

A week and two days into Hyunjin being gone, and things have gone smoothly. You and Jisung took a day trip to a place you’ve been wanting to visit for a while, spending the day eating ice cream and sightseeing together. There was a firework show that night that you two stayed late to see, snuggling on the hood of Jisung’s car together under a blanket.

At night, the two of you would lay in bed together, legs twisted together and holding each other close as you shared stories of your day. Jisung ended every night with soft kisses across your face, reminding you of how much he loved you and how everyday he fell harder for you. It was something he’s been doing for a while, but something about those sweet words this past few days made you melt more.

He was doing good with the rules Hyunjin left, too. Every time he felt like he was going to pounce on you or wanted to touch himself, he would exit the situation immediately and take deep breaths. Sure, it still made him mad, but he really wanted to try and be good.

Three days before Hyunjin was supposed to get home, you woke up soaked. The dreams you had kept replaying in your mind, and all you wanted was for someone to fuck you immediately. Jisung had left early to go to the gym, so you took the opportunity to get yourself off before he came home. You found your vibrator in Hyunjin’s bedside table and shed your panties, immediately pressing the toy to your clit. You turned it up to the highest setting, desperate to feel some sort of release, but it wasn’t enough. Holding the vibratior in your nondominant hand, you pushed your free fingers into your cunt, going hard and fast to reach your edge.

You thought of the night before Hyunjin left, leaning against Jisung’s back as held you open with his cock in your ass while Hyunjin fucked your cunt. The way he would kiss you as he went hard, then find Jisung’s lips after yours. Both Jisung and Hyunjin filling your holes, Jisung’s hands around your throat while Hyunjin’s were in your hair as they reached their highs. The praise they both gave you for how well you took them, and the way they teased you when you whined as they pulled out.

“Does our needy little girl need us again? Can’t go a few seconds without a cock in both holes?” Hyunjin’s gentle touch on your cheeks with filth spilling out of his mouth had you speechless, ready to beg for more.

Even that memory, that still made you drip when you thought about it, only pushed you a few inches closer to bliss. Your fingers weren’t enough. Your toys weren’t enough. You needed more.

You dropped the toy, reaching to the other side of the bed for your phone. The line rang four times before he picked up.

“Hi angel, is this an emergency? I’m-“

“Jinnie.” The whine that fell from your lips was pathetic, but you weren’t in the headspace to care. “Need your help. Need to cum so bad.”

The line went silent for a moment like he muted you. You waited for what seemed like an eternity, especially when you’re this turned on, for him to return to the call. Just when you thought he wasn’t, the line clicked back on and you heard the sound of a door shutting.

“I have to be fast.” The clink of his belt made your heart soar. “I had to leave a meeting for this.”

“I’ll be fast.” Your heart was hammering against your chest as you grabbed your toy. “I'm so close, Hyunjin.”

“Can’t believe you would call me in the middle of the day like this. You know I have to work.” He hissed, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the background.

“‘M sorry.” You weren’t. “Just need you so bad. Miss you so much.”

Hyunjin groaned. “I miss you too, angel. Miss the way you’re so good for me. Miss that tight fucking pussy, fuck-“

“Jinnie-“

“Mm, miss the way you whine my name, too. Sounds so pretty for me. Say it again.”

You moaned his name again, repeating it like a mantra. You quickly put your phone on speaker phone, dropping it on your chest to utilize your other hand. Instead of pushing your fingers back in, your hand fell to your breast, twisting and pinching them the way you liked. The added sensation made you gasp, whimpers louder than before.

“Pretty angel, you close?”

You nodded your head like he could see you. “Wanna-wanna-“

“Come on, baby. Cum with me.” His words and the way he grunted the command out finally sent you into a spiral. You came hard, relief washing over you instantly. Hyunjin’s moans, low and soft, told you that he finished alongside you.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to regain your composure, the noise in the background of the call helping you focus on something. The curses he mumbled as you imagined he tried to clean himself off. The sound something turning, knocking against something else and making a solid thudding noise. His belt clinking as he buckled it.

“Are you in a bathroom?” You asked, breath finally steady enough to speak.

A flush confirmed your suspicions. “Yes.”

“Gross.”

“Where would you have preferred me to get you off? In the middle of the conference room.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been hot.”

Hyunjin scoffed playfully, the smile that usually accompanied it clear in your mind. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. When does your flight come in Thursday?” You got out of bed to clean yourself up and get ready for the day.

“Midnight. But don’t worry about coming to get me-“

“We’re going to.”

“Baby-“

“Not up for debate. Besides, you know Jisung would kill you if you told him not to pick you up.”

“How is he doing?” Hyunjin’s tone changed at the mention of his name, worry lacing it. “I called him earlier this morning, but he said he was on his way to meet Changbin.”

Your heart ached at his concern. Hyunjin never worried about how you held up when he was gone. Sure, you were sad and you missed him, but he knew you had multiple ways to cope with his absence. Seeing as you two were together the entirety of your college careers, both of you living on opposite sides of the country during the summers and studying abroad at different times, you two found ways to still actively love each other with distance in between you. Jisung didn’t experience any of that - he was just your goofy, cute friend in college. He didn’t know how you dealt with Hyunjin being away, or how you distracted yourself when the pain of him not being within reach was too heavy. Jisung was still figuring it out, and having a hard time doing so.

“He’s okay.” You answered honestly. “Changbin’s been dragging him to the gym a lot, which is a good distraction. We’ve been on at least five dates since you left, and have another one planned for tomorrow. He still misses you a lot, but we’ve gone from crying every night to every few nights so he’s making progress.”

“I hate doing this to him.” Hyunjin’s voice cracked, a warning that tears were about to start. “It’s so hard for him, and I don’t want him to hate me for it-“

“No.” You cut him off immediately, voice stern but gentle. “Jisung does NOT hate you for this, Hyunjin. He misses you so much it’s painful, but he also loves that you get to travel and work a job you actually enjoy. Jisung is so proud of you. Just last night, at dinner with Chan and his girlfriend, he went on and on about you and showed all the pictures you’ve sent. He is so proud of you, Jinnie. Even if it sucks, you can see how happy he is for you.”

Your boyfriend sniffled, and your heart shattered. “Thank you. I needed that reminder.”

“Of course. We’re so proud of you, and so happy you picked us to love.”

He chuckled softly. “How’s he doing with the rules?”

You fiddled with the shower handle, setting the water temperature as you spoke. “Really good, actually. He’s shown more control over himself than I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s good to hear. How about you? How are you handling it?”

It was a loaded question. The rules didn’t only affect Jisung, they affected you as well. While you still had the permission to touch yourself, the past hour proved how inefficient that method was to your end goal. And as much as you’ve tried to ignore it the past couple of days, Jisung was incredible at turning you without even trying. Everything from the tight boxers he wears around the house, to the way his lips wrap around a joint, to the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours made you soaked. There wasn’t a moment you didn’t want to jump his bones, and the fact that you weren’t allowed to made him even harder to resist.

You debated on lying. Saying everything was great. No, you hadn’t been suffering at all. Sexual frustration? What’s that? “It’s been hard.” You admitted. “I just miss the way his body feels against mine. It’s hard when he’s right there and I can’t get even a bit of satisfaction from him.”

Hyunjin sighed sadly. “I understand. It’s like a punishment for you, too, even though you did nothing. I didn’t mean to make it hard on you, too.”

“It is.” You agreed, then fell silent, listening to the way the shower water padded against the marble wall. This wouldn’t be so overwhelming, so frustrating if Hyunjin had given you permission to punish Jisung in his absence-

Wait.

“Let me punish him.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin responded, startled.

“Let me punish him. That way he’s still suffering from the consequences and I get some relief.” The idea wasn’t your best, but Hyunjin hardly ever said no to you. “It would work out perfect-“

“No.”

“What? Jinnie, why not-“

“I said no.” The tone he used was the same he used on Jisung when he was acting up. Never has he once directed it towards you, and it made you feel both ashamed and annoyed. “He has to learn how to behave.”

“But I can help-“

“What part of no don’t you understand? Jisung is not fucking you, you’re not fucking him, nobody is fucking anybody until I get back. The only person you can fuck, baby, is yourself.”

You. The good girl. The sweet sub. The one who always listens no matter the dom. Always so willing, so obedient, so compliant. So…good.

You, standing in the humid bathroom, shaking as rage coursed through your veins.

How dare he speak to you like that? Like you’re the brat? Like you aren’t always on your best behavior for him?

How dare he punish you with these stupid rules when you’ve done nothing?

“Do I make myself clear? You are not allowed to even entertain the idea of fucking Jisung until I get back. Got it?”

“Got it.” You said through your clenched jaw. You hope he heard how unhappy you were. Hyunjin needs to know what he’s doing to you is incredibly unfair.

“Good.” His tone shifted, becoming soft once again. “I have to get back to my meeting now. I love you, I promise this will be over soon.”

You said your goodbyes, promising to FaceTime tonight when Hyunjin was free. The call ended, leaving you alone to stir in the anger. You did nothing to deserve this. You would be damned if you didn’t get what you wanted.

//

Jisung spent most of the morning in the gym. Changbin was a welcome distraction - helping him stretch and find exercises that let the negative emotions flow out. He would’ve stayed longer if Changbin hadn’t cut him off, telling him to go home and rest before he injured himself.

It was hard to leave your side this morning. When Jisung’s alarm went off, and he felt your legs over his and your hair tickling his bare chest, all he wanted to do was to sink into the bed and never leave. He almost called Changbin to cancel, but knew his older friend would end up dragging him to the gym if he didn’t. Begrudgingly, Jisung had left the bed, you pouting in your sleep when the warmth of his body was snatched from you.

Leaving you in the morning was the worst, but Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to wake up next to you everyday.

You usually worked in the office on Mondays, so Jisung took his time getting home. He stopped for coffee, picked up breakfast, even took the long way home. The less time he had to spend in that empty house by himself, the better. It was too quiet when he was alone.

But when the garage door opened and revealed your car was still in its spot, Jisung was confused. Rarely did you miss going in on a Monday - it was the only day you were required to be in the office. What could have made you stay home today?

He was even more puzzled to find you on the bed, lying on your belly and facing away from the bedroom door. Your hair was damp, sticking to your bare shoulders. Legs shining under the mid morning light that leaked through the open windows like you had just applied lotion. You were completely bare except for a pair of panties. The sight of you had him cursing under his breath, unable to look away. It wasn’t because you were practically nude, or because he could smell your lotion from the doorway, or because you looked like a goddess underneath the sun. No, it was because of the panties. A simple pair; black satin, just sheer enough to show off the curves of your ass. The way they exposed just enough of you to make Jisung hard was divine, and exactly the reason why they were his favorite.

You hadn’t noticed he was there. He didn’t know if he wanted to make himself known. Jisung just wanted to stare at you - he wanted to memorize every inch of your body like this. The way your left leg was hiked up just a bit, revealing you clothed center.

The other thing Jisung loved about satin: wet spots were hard to hide.

And the one you had was large.

His sweats felt tighter, hand moving on its own to grab his growing cock. Fuck, you looked so pretty laid out like that. You were doing absolutely nothing and Jisung couldn’t even control himself. Thoughts of pulling those panties off of you, hiding them away so he could use them later. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your body on his-

You shifted in the bed, rolling over onto your back. That movement was enough for Jisung to snap back to reality, quickly dropping his hand from his crotch. You saw him then, dropping your phone and sitting up on your elbows.

“Hi baby.” Your voice was cheerful, almost innocent, like you weren’t topless and Jisung wasn’t very obviously staring at your tits. “How was the gym?”

“Oh. Um-“ He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “It was fine. Why are you home?”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, and Jisung was proud that he didn’t jump on you right then and there. “Didn’t feel like going in today, thought I’d take a long weekend.” You sat up fully, moving to the edge of the bed by the door. Grabby hands reached out to him, and he knew he shouldn’t move; if he touched you, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But the pout you gave him and the way you were reaching for him had him moving without even thinking. Once close enough, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, moving him closer to you. “Wanna do something today?”

Your fingers brushed against his lower abs, the pressure behind the stroke too heavy to be an accident. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you testing him? “Maybe. I was just going to get high and play some video games, so my schedule is clear.”

“We can still do that.” Your voice dropped an octave, and at this point Jisung knew you were playing with him. “Wanna shower the gym off and I’ll roll a joint? Then we can watch a movie or something.”

Shower. Yes. Jisung needed to leave this room immediately. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He moved your hands off of his shirt, trying to not seem too eager to get away. “I’ll be back in like, fifteen.”

He rushed to the bathroom, slightly slamming the door behind him. Jisung leaned against the door and tugged his shirt over his head in a fit of frustration. What the fuck was that? You knew the rules. You knew what Jisung wasn’t allowed to do. You were the good little sub. Why were you acting like Jisung?

His phone pinged with a notification. With shaky hands, he pulled his phone out his pocket. It was a text message from you, to the group chat with him and Hyunjin.

You: [10:45] three more days!!!

Hyunjin’s response was immediate.

Jinnie: [10:45] i can’t wait. miss you two so much <3

Three more days. Okay. Yes. Jisung could make it three more days. I mean, he’s made it eleven so far, three more days shouldn’t be that hard? It was the final stretch, he could literally see the finish line. He could easily do this.

Jisung locked his phone and went to put it on the counter, knocking something off the edge of it. He bent down to pick it up and froze.

Your vibrator, still wet from being clean, laid on the tile floor and confirmed that you were in fact taunting him. Everything was red, and Jisung was no longer shaking with self control, but anger.

You were fucking playing with him, knowing he couldn’t react. Everything, from the panties to the lotion to the vibrator; it was all intentional. All a part of your plan to piss him off. Jisung would wager that even the text message was part of it - reminding him how close he was to succeeding. And you wanted to play? This close to his win?

Fine, then. Jisung would fucking play.

He took more than fifteen minutes in the shower, purposely drawing it out to annoy you. His skin care routine took twice as long, and he even took the time to shave and brush his teeth for a second time that morning. You were a good sub, but an impatient one, and Jisung planned to take advantage of that.

The steam followed Jisung out of the en-suite bathroom. He walked right past the bed to the dresser, purposely avoiding your gaze as he looked for a pair of boxers. You were staring, and he knew it. Typically when he leaves the bathroom, he usually walks out naked to find his clothes. It didn’t take long for you and Hyunjin to adjust to Jisung being nude all the time to the point that you almost didn’t notice it. But today, he had a white towel tied around his waist, hanging low on his hips. It was out of the ordinary, commanding your full attention.

Once he found the pair he was looking for, he turned around to look at you. “Finish the joint yet?”

Your eyes were fixed on his v-line and the way the towel just barely concealed his cock. Still, you nodded. “I was just about to light it.”

He nodded towards you, silently telling you to do so. Jisung watched as you slipped the brown stick between your lips, forcefully moving your eyes away from his form to light it. Once lit, you took a long drag, eyes closing in bliss as you exhaled. You extended your arm, offering him a hit.

Jisung walked over to the edge of the bed, and took it out of your hands, only to put it back between your fingers, the mouthpiece now facing him. He leaned in, lips brushing against your fingers as he closed around it, staring right at you as he inhaled. Once he had enough, he took it all in deeply before exhaling, blowing the white smoke all over your face.

When the smoke cleared, he saw your wide eyes staring at him. You had caught on. You knew he knew, and that he was playing back. Quickly your expression changed in an attempt to hide the revelation, but it was too late. Jisung gave you a lazy smirk before leaning in, lips brushing tenderly against your cheek.

“Thanks, baby.” Then he was gone, leaving the next move to you.

And move you did.

Once Jisung returned to the bedroom, you had put a top on. Granted, it didn’t do much; a basic white tank top that had been worn so many times it was loose and kept little to the imagination. After finishing the joint, you whined about being snacky before leaving the room to rummage through the kitchen. Jisung was surprised when you walked back in with two popsicles instead of your typical munchies snacks.

“The smoke made my throat hot.”

Jisung would have believed you if it weren’t for how you were eating the popsicle. The way you sucked on it was pornographic, and the sticky popping noises you made when you pulled it out didn’t help. It was a good move, he had to admit - he would have a hard time hiding how quickly it got to him. After a long suck, you popped the cold treat out, a bit of the juice running off your bottom lip.

His turn.

“Wait.” He said as you made a move to put the popsicle back in your mouth. Jisung closed the space between you two, then used a finger to swipe up the pink juice. Locking eyes with you, he stuck the finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Got it.”

The cat and mouse game you played went on for the rest of the day. You brushing your ass against his crotch as you squeezed by the get something, Jisung letting out a loud groan as he stretched out. It had gone on far longer than Jisung had expected it to; he was convinced one of you would break before dinner time. But dinner came and went, and both of you were still going strong.

No, the breaking didn’t come until Hyunjin missed the nightly phone call.

Jinnie: [19:50] hey, something came up and i won’t be able to call tonight :( i’m so sorry my loves, but i promise i’ll call the second i’m free

You saw the text first. You and Jisung had retreated to the bedroom for the night, a movie that only he was really paying attention to playing, as you had opted to scroll on your phone. It made sense that you would be the first to see the text.

You sighed sadly before nudging your boyfriend. “Look.”

Jisung rolled his head to the side you were on, face slowly falling as he read the text. A wave of sadness rushed over the two of you - the nightly phone calls made Hyunjin being away so much easier.

“I mean, it sucks, but if he’s busy-” Jisung said sadly, eyes still fixed on your phone as you responded.

You: [19:52] :(((

Jinnie: [19:52] i know. i’m so sorry. the moment i get a chance to slip away, i’ll call you. promise

You huffed, tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Sinking lower in the bed, you crossed your arms and pouted, glaring at the movie like it was the reason for the missed call.

Your reaction was…strange. Jisung couldn’t help but stare at you as you silently threw a fit. He was usually the one to act out like this, not you. This reaction to a phone call, plus how you’ve been acting all day… What happened while he was at the gym?

Testing the waters, Jisung put his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. “Hey,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s oka-“

“No, it’s not.” You pushed out of his arms, returning to the pouty position you were just in. “He’s not being fair.”

Jisung paused the movie before turning back to you. “What do you mean, ‘he’s not being fair’? You know how unpredictable his schedule is on work trips-“

“He’s not being fair.” You snapped, eyes shooting up to Jisung. He had never seen you so upset about something so minor. “First the phone call this morning, then this-“

“Phone call this morning? What phone call this morning?”

You shut your mouth. You had said too much. It’s not like Jisung didn’t know you were masturbating - he was well aware of it even before he found your vibrator this morning - so it didn’t make any sense why you would not tell him about the call.

“What happened during the call?” Jisung asked, tone low and serious.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t lie to me.” The way he was speaking to you gave you the chills, your body suddenly cold. “Tell me what happened during the call that made you act like a brat all day.”

You could not tell him. You could keep Hyunjin’s words to yourself, keep the way he made you so mad a secret.

But first he told you that you couldn’t fuck Jisung, who was just as much your boyfriend as he was his, then this?

“I asked Hyunjin if he could end your punishment early. I asked if we could fuck. I just really want you, Sungie. I miss your touch and the way you feel inside me so much, and it’s not fair that I have to suffer because you couldn’t listen.” You didn’t look at him once you spoke, fixed on a loose thread on your tank top. “That’s why I kept teasing you today, and why-“

Jisung was the one who broke.

Never have his kisses been so aggressive, so rough, so needy. Jisung shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the moans you released at the feeling. His hands grabbed your face, lowering you sideways onto the bed and climbing on top of you. Jisung continued to kiss you, tongue seeking out every crevice of your mouth. You grabbed his hair, pulling yourself up to push your body against his and deepen the kiss. He tasted so fucking good, the heat of his body against yours making you higher than the joint you just shared.

Jisung broke the kiss, messy lips moving to kiss your jaw. He kissed all the way up to your ears, nibbling on the lobe before sucking right below it. You gasped as he marked you, using his teeth to make the hickey more prominent.

“Sungie.” You moaned, back arching as his love bites started to become painful.

“I can’t believe it.” He said, moving lower to mark up more of your neck. This time, the suction was more powerful, skin tingling as he assaulted it with his lips. “All this time, I thought you were the good one.” Two marks down, he moved to make a third, right under your chin. “Turns out, you’re just as fucking desperate and bratty as me.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m good. I’m a good girl-“

“It’s hard to convince me of that when you’re fucking shaking from just a few kisses.” Jisung hissed. He bit your neck hard, making sure to bruise it before he moved on.

Jisung gripped your hips, pausing only briefly to think about how to handle this. He could move away; after all, there were only three days until Hyunjin came back. And technically, he hadn’t touched you yet. Hyunjin would excuse just a few hickeys. On the other hand, Jisung was fed up. He was frustrated with the lack of touch he’s received the past two weeks, frustrated with how you acted today, frustrated that Hyunjin had told you, their perfect angel, no.

Fuck rules. He didn’t care for them anyway.

He grabbed the hem of your tank top with both hands and proceeded to rip it open, letting the flimsy material fall to the side. He was tired of waiting. Tired of taking his time. Tired of being gentle.

He was going to fuck you like you deserved, and didn’t give a shit what Hyunjin thought about it.

Jisung skipped teasing your breasts and went right to pinching your nipples, twisted and pulling as he made more marks with his teeth across the swell of them. You cried out, nails digging into his scalp as covered you with bruises.

This wasn’t okay. You should stop him. You knew he should; he was so close to being so good, to getting everything he’s wanted. But you couldn’t even think about stopping him, not when his teeth pulled on your now sore nipples, the tugging of them both painful and pleasurable at once. Not when you could feel his erection against your thighs, rock solid and ready. Not when Hyunjin could see how good you’ve always been, and he still didn’t give you what you wanted.

If Jisung wanted to break the rules, fine. Who were you to stop him?

“Fuck, Jisung.” You cried as his teeth scraped down the center of your chest, landing at your panty line.

He tsked, right in front of your center for the first time in weeks. “Is that my name, baby girl? Who am I?”

“Sir. You’re sir. Fuck-“ you were dizzy already, soaked like you hadn’t come just this morning.

Jisung hummed in satisfaction. “What a good girl for me.” He mocked. You were far from good, and both of you knew that. His teeth bit down the hem of your panties - those stupid satin panties - and pulled them off of you. Once discarded, he saw no need to waste time, diving face first into your cunt like he was starved.

And he was, if you thought about it.

Just like his kisses, his tongue moved the same way against your pussy. He lapped up every inch of you, using his fingers to spread your lips open more. You were already soaked, had been all day, so it was no surprise that the sounds of his tongue against your dripping core were louder than they had ever been. Jisung alternated between using his tongue and using his teeth, gently biting on your clit when your moans were too quiet. He had always had a thing for pain; always had been more willing to hurt you than Hyunjin was. You loved the way he balanced it out, always making sure the pain he caused you bled into an undeniable pleasure.

His focus moved strictly to your clit, dark eyes looking up at you as he shoved two fingers into your hole. Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you with so much force, you were being pushed closer to the edge of the bed. His palm smacked your pussy as he continued the harsh movements, refusing to slow down at all.

When he began to both bite and suck your clit, that’s when the tears began to fall. That’s when your edge approached rapidly, stomach tightening like a rope.

“Sir, more. More, need more-“

Usually he’d tease you. Make you beg and cry before he gives you more.

But that just seemed too cruel today.

Jisung stuck a third finger into you, moaning at the way your screams began to echo off the wall. He had never heard you this loud, this broken for him.

He pulled off your clit, wanting to watch you as you fell apart.

“What? Does my little pain slut like that?” He asked, voice practically a growl.

Your hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into him. Nose scrunching, he hissed at the pain, but refused to slow his motions down. If anything, Jisung fucked you harder, wanting to feel you more and more.

“Love it, love it, love it-“ you chanted, eyes rolling back as they began to leak with tears. “Cum? Please?” The question was broken between screams and pants, and you were surprised Jisung understood you at all.

“You better fucking cum. If you don’t, you won’t get my cock at all tonight.” He had to yell to be heard over your screams, and he fucking loved it.

He loved that you were just as needy as him.

So, you came. Hard. The dam breaking and absolutely soaking the duvet underneath you. Jisung didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, the pace not slowing down even a little bit until he was sure you were finished.

Your hands fell limp to your sides, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung pulled himself out of you, soothingly rubbing his hands up and down your sides. He knew you needed a moment to come down, a moment to prepare for what was next.

As he watched you, tear stained and panting, Jisung felt his heart swell with adoration. God, he fucking loved you. He loved everything about you, from the way you always laughed at his stupid jokes or how you played with his hair to help him fall asleep, how you always held his hand in public and gave him the sweetest little kisses on the tip of his nose. He loved when you used your forefinger and thumb to squish his cheeks, the teasing way you’d call him “Sungie” before pulling him in and kissing him. He loved the way you let him learn your body, guiding him as he figured you out and then letting him have complete control when he wanted it. He loved the way you learned his quickly, knowing just how to make him putty in your hands.

He loved you. Every inch of you, every piece of you, every single second spent with you. You, you, you.

Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, to have Hyunjin. To be with both of you and to be overwhelmingly loved by both in such different ways. He never felt special - always thought of himself as mediocre, unneeded and unwanted. Then you two came along, with cheap beer and a pathetic excuse for a bet, and he finally felt like he found his place in the world. You two were his world, his everything, and he would never let a day go by where he didn’t show you both how much he loved you.

That’s why these rules made him so angry. Because he couldn’t show you how much he loved you while breaking you.

And that’s when his blood began to boil.

Jisung ripped his clothes off, unable to spend another second not buried inside of you. Your eyes had fluttered open, watching him as he stripped down. When his hard cock was freed, he heard your whimper and smirked.

“Oh, baby.” He whispered as he slotted himself between your legs. One hand caressed your face, moving the hair that was sticking to it away. “So beautiful.” He places a sweet kiss on your forehead, kissing in a line down until he made it to your lips. “Always so beautiful. Especially when you’re crying for me.”

Hyunjin had the audacity to tell him to behave. The audacity to tell him he couldn’t touch what was also his.

That just wouldn’t do.

Jisung adjusted your legs so your ankles hooked on his shoulder. You looked so pretty underneath him. Always so pretty when he got to be in charge of you. Hyunjin tends to forget that Jisung’s temper is shorter, and that while he can be such a good boy for him, he absolutely will not hesitate to ruin you. Especially after you’ve walked around the house in practically nothing, taunting him the entire day.

Jisung’s had enough of stupid rules for this lifetime.

His hips moved against yours, tip of his cock sliding up and down your silt. The whines you released were heavenly, and all he wanted was to listen to them again and again.

The idea hit him like a train, and before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he snatched his phone off the nightstand.

Phone in his left hand, he used his right to grab your neck, applying pressure until your whines slurred into moans. Your hands found his wrist, holding him against you while bucking your hips up.

Smiling, Jisung opened his camera and hit the red record button.

He squeezed tighter, causing drool to roll down your cheeks and mix with your tears. He chuckled at your fucked out state - hasn’t even fucked you with his cock and you’re already such a whore for him.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

Before you could process his words, Jisung slid into you with no effort, and began his brutal assault on your pussy.

You would scream if you could. The pace he fucked you at was incredible, hitting every part of you and more. But the grip on your throat made it impossible to do so, raspy gasps the only thing escaping.

“Oh, look at you.” Jisung cooed, moving the camera closer to your face. “Jinnie’s little angel letting sir fuck her like the slut she is. Didn’t you just cum for him this morning, hmm?” When you didn’t respond, he let go of your throat to deliver a light slap across your face. “Answer me. Did you, or did you not?”

“Did, did, did-“ you whined, eyes rolling back until they shut.

Jisung chuckled before grabbing your throat again. “Couldn’t even wait for him to get home, making me break the rules.” He dragged the last word out, purposely mocking Hyunjin. As if this video wouldn’t piss him off enough.

When Jisung hit the squishy spot inside you, your eyes shot back open, hands scrambling to grip onto something. He laughed at your pathetic panic, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Going to cum again?” He said, hissing when he felt you clench around him.

Unable to speak, you nodded, digging your nails into his wrist.

Jisung chuckled, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Do it, angel. Cum, and I’ll give you mine.”

The camera moved to capture where the two of you were connected, and Jisung was so happy he decided to zoom in on it.

Especially when you screamed, squirting all over your bodies and the bed.

That alone made Jisung stop, moaning as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You were sobbing now, the overstimulation and feeling of his heat inside you sending you over the edge.

Jisung pulled out slowly, ending the video just as his cum followed his cock out of your core.

Collapsing on top of you, Jisung kissed all over your face, immediately praising you for how well you took him. You lied limp, only moving to hug him. All you needed was to feel him. To know he was here, and real, and that he loved you.

Jisung knew this. He knew how to care for you after scenes like this. So he kept you in his arms, praising you and kissing you, and not stopping until he felt your heart rate slow and saw your eyes shine again.

“There you are.” He whispered, stroking your cheek. “I was wondering when you were going to come back.”

Your bottom lip trembled, wanting to speak but being unable to. You stared at him, hoping he would understand what you needed. When he got off of you and immediately collected you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, you knew he did. He sat you on the counter and started the bath, filling it with bubbles. Jisung washed your face and cleaned you up as the tub filled behind him.

Once clean, he took you over to the tub, gently placing you in the warm water before getting in behind you. He tried to lean you against his chest, but you turned around, hugging him like a koala instead. Jisung giggled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

You finally spoke.

“Never leave me.” It was a rough whisper, shaking with the emotions that had begun to flood back to you.

Jisung kissed the side of your head, refusing to do anything other than keep you against his body.

“I never will.”

//

Hyunjin felt bad for many reasons; missing the phone call tonight, putting those rules in place, telling you you couldn’t punish Jisung.

It wasn’t like him, and he hated it just as much as you two did, but he hoped you would understand.

Especially considering he just climbed into a cab at the airport that was taking him home to the two of you.

When his boss told him he could fly home early if he wanted to, Hyunjin had never packed a bag faster. This trip had been harder than the others, and all he wanted was to see his favorite people, hold them, and kiss them all over.

So that’s why he told you not to do anything, that’s why he couldn’t call tonight. He wanted to surprise you. He would make it up to the both of you in thirty minutes when he was finally home.

The ding in his AirPods alerted him of a text, and he felt zero shame on how quickly he dug the phone out of his backpack. It was the text tone he used for you and Jisung, and he could hardly contain how excited he was knowing he’d see you soon.

Sungie: [21:38] 1 Video Attached

Sungie: [21:38] sorry, jinnie <3

Eyebrows raised in confusion, Hyunjin tapped play on the video.

The first thing he saw was you, face covered in tears, sweat, and drool. The marks on your jawline told a story Hyunjin didn’t want to hear, the hand clasping your throat only making things worse.

Hyunjin felt his heart stop, anger rising to the surface as he took in the video, watching it over and over and over again. He stared at the way you broke, the way cum trickled out of you, Jisung’s slap to your face. His sweats grew tights as he played it again.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

The cab driver stopped the car, and Hyunjin threw him whatever money he could pull out of his wallet before climbing out. The only light on was in the master bedroom, flashes of blue indicating that the two of you were watching a movie.

“Say hi to Hyunjin.” He scoffed under his breath as he unlocked the door, the scent of his home welcoming him.

He didn’t think there would be many chances to speak when he gets to that bedroom.

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[jeonqkooks]

I want whoever said I love you first, I'm sure it was Jungkook

our beloved summer; a drabble

“No, no, no, stop squeezing me so hard. I have to pee!”

You’re lounging on the couch with Jungkook wrapped tightly around your body, his arms holding your waist and one of his legs thrown over yours. It’s a Friday night but it’s raining like ass outside and despite the bad weather, some of your friends are still going out to release their stress after an exhausting midterms week. You two, obviously, could not be bothered.

“Then go pee,” Jungkook laughs lightly, untangling himself from you.

“But I’m so comfortable now,” you whine as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and sniff him. He’s warm and he smells like fresh laundry; he could be a good substitute for a bed.

One of his hands sneaks down to pat your butt innocently. “Come on, go pee. Do it for your kidneys.”

You make a noise against his neck, not budging from your makeshift pillows that are really just his muscles, until he starts pressing against your stomach, making you want to freaking explode from all the liquid you’re holding in.

"Seriously. My cousin had to pass kidney stones last year. It's a shitty process."

“Fine, jeez, stop! Dipshit…” you groan, moving to get up from the couch but not before you punch him square in the chest for being a douche. Laughing, Jungkook pretends to be hurt even though you both know your fist did absolutely no damage to him.

He watches you grumpily walk to the bathroom, and when you waddle back out a few minutes later — visibly more relaxed, he’s already semi-vertical, sitting (sinking) into the cushions lazily. You plop onto the couch again, your legs stretched across his lap as he rests a hand on your bare thigh, settling for the spot below where your sleep shorts end.

It’s very… domestic. Making instant cup ramen and wiping stains of spicy broth off each other’s faces as you eat. Cuddling on his couch afterward and being antisocial together, with him right behind you and chuckling at a funny meme every few minutes while you scroll through your socials. Reminding you to drink water and then reminding you to go relieve your bladder.

Feels like you’ve been doing this forever and not just shy of nine months.

You go back to looking at your phone, nearly ugly-snorting when you open the picture of Taehyung that Jimin just sent to the group chat. Now, Jungkook supposes, is as good a time as any.

“Hey,” he starts, and you reply with a quiet Hmm? to let him know you’re listening.

What Jungkook means to say is, I love you. What he could say instead to dilute the weight of those three words with something a little more lighthearted so you wouldn’t be as freaked out, is I think I'm going crazy because I might be falling in love with you, even though he knows he’s already reached that destination.

He’s been thinking about this. This being how to say it without making it overwhelming and having you run off on him, because these are big words he wants to tell you. A milestone. Jungkook knows you’re not used to any of it.

What he does end up saying is, I would do a lot of things for you. Taking a step forward and hoping that you’ll meet him halfway.

Your eyes drift upward to meet his, warm and chocolate brown and shimmering. Everything feels like fairy lights and a mug of hot cocoa. The only thing missing is snowfall outside your window, but it’s only nearing the third week of October.

“Like what?” you ask.

Jungkook rubs absentminded patterns into your skin. “Anything you ask me to,” he answers, pupils surely dilated half way to Saturn as he holds your gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. He just knows that he must look like a lovesick puppy right now. “Would you let me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, tone accusing as you say, “What did you break?”

“What? Nothing!”

“Then what’s happening?” you chuckle teasingly as you poke his side with your foot. “Why are you getting sentimental all of a sudden? So mushy.”

You’re starting to deflect. He saw it coming from a mile away.

The truth is, Jungkook has been ready to say it before quite a while now, even before the new school year started. He was ready even before you parted ways for a month over the summer to go visit your respective families. He wanted to say it then, too.

“I’m trying," he tells you, which doesn't really count as elaborating.

"To do what?"

He simply shrugs. "To be respectful of your boundaries. To not scare you off."

"Why would you scare me off? What boundaries?" You prop yourself on your elbows, shifting your legs on his lap. You let out a nervous laugh, because Jungkook isn't making very much sense right now. "If you keep beating around the bush, I might think you're telling me you lo—"

Oh.

You watch him watch you piece it together, and then you watch his lips as he carries on, “Yeah. That. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Your mouth opens and closes. It does that a few times even though no sound comes out.

“Don't be pressured or anything," he reassures you. "I just wanted you to know where this is going for me. It's not on you to feel responsible for my feelings."

If this were the old you, your first reaction would probably be to get up and run. Change your name. Move to a country where nobody knows who you are. Start a new life. As if you're on the run from the law and someone had just found out about your identity. As if you aren't just a girl, sitting next to a boy, hearing him tell you that he loves you.

You reckon you would remember this forever. How your heart is beating so hard that your ribs might crack. How you might want to say it back. How you might want to say it back right now and not have to wait a minute longer. How it’s going to be real once the words are uttered. How you hope this would never end. How it would hurt like hell if it did.

You think a stupid thought, I’m like an onion. He’s peeling me open layer by layer.

Then, selfishly, I hope I’m not the one that falls harder.

Thunder crackles outside the window, spurring you on, calling you a coward. This is the same damn thing that you've been trying not to do — pondering the end even before the beginning, finding flaws in every little thing, focusing on the hypothetical negativity just so you could justify your excuse to not let anyone in.

Love is not foolproof, but you have to take a chance anyway.

Minutes pass by, and Jungkook still loves you throughout your silence.

“Say it,” you decide, fully sitting up now. Your phone lights up with notifications from your friends, something about Taehyung almost throwing up on the sidewalk and Hoseok potentially going home with someone. It sounds like they're having a nice time, but you could get to their updates later. You flip your phone over so you could focus on only Jungkook.

“What?” he asks, head tilting slightly as he looks at you.

“I think I want to hear you say it.”

“Are you sure?” He turns to face you better. “I don’t want to force you if you aren’t ready.”

“I’m sure," you confirm, fighting every instinct to run away. "Say what you mean.”

Jungkook doesn't though, not immediately. He watches you for another moment, trying to see if he should really do it. Trying to give you one last chance to bolt if you change your mind.

But you sit still, holding your breath, waiting for him to help you let him in. There's no going back after this.

“Okay," he says, warm hand still on your skin. "I lov—"

“No, wait! Turn around."

Jungkook blinks.

You blink, flustered. "Turn around. Don't look at me."

He stays in the same position for approximately twenty seconds before he finally turns, chuckling lowly to himself. This is taking a whole process just to get three words out. But it's fine. It's okay. He'll go at whatever pace you want him to.

You're worth it to him.

Once Jungkook is facing the empty wall next to the couch, the words roll off his tongue so easily. The ones that he has never said to anyone else; the ones that you've never had said to you before. Not in this way.

“I love you.”

He hears you breathe out, then in again. Your arms wound around his waist as you scoot close, until your front is flushed against his back. Your heartbeat is so loud that he can feel it, thudding, thudding, thudding...

You tell him with your chin resting on his shoulder, echoing what he told you earlier, "I— I would do a lot of things for you too."

You're returning his sentiment, just not in the exact same words. It's still a lot more than he initially hoped for, and while Jungkook does want to hear you say what you mean as well, he's content with this.

It's a promise that you'll do it soon; he just has to wait for a little bit.