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amethystwrytes · 16 days ago

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Safe. (Part Five)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem. Reader X Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous.

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Discussion of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only MDNI.

Chapter WC: 5K

AN: (1) Two chapters in one week feels excessive - but it's finished, and it’s Minho's BIRTHDAY after all, and also I think I’d like to start posting on Fridays anyway. (2) I don’t want to talk about the unspeakably preposterous and unbelievable practicality/mechanics of one of these smut scenes. You will know it when you see it and you will shush. *Suspension of disbelief rabble rabble*. Thank you, that is all.

~ PART FIVE ~ [Series M. List Here]

You’re setting the table for supper when you hear the key to the front door twist in the lock. Your stomach hardens and you eye Christopher sitting in the living room. You wonder when someone will be able to open your front door without you thinking that they’re going to come barreling through to hurt you, but it’s only Minho.

“You can go,” Minho casually instructs Chris, who instantly stands and gives you a nod.

“Here,” you call Christopher over, and hand him a to-go box. You made way too much and even though you’re still sore at him for spilling your secrets, you want the man to eat. He takes it with a smile and a thank you, then heads out.

Minho waits for him to shut it completely before joining you in the kitchen.

“God that smells amazing, what did you make?” he wraps his hands around you from behind, his head dipping into the small of your neck and shoulder.

“Spicy chicken, fried rice, and a cucumber salad because I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of you eat a fucking vegetable,” you smile.

He chuckles, “You take such good care of us,” he smiles against your face before kissing your cheek.

You briefly eye the front door, “Where’s Hyunjin?”

Minhos cheerful expression fades for a split second, but he plucks a cucumber slice out of the bowl and corrects himself, “He went home to clean up a bit. He’s coming.”

“You didn’t clean up?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Love, I’ve been doing this a long time, trust me when I say I’m clean as a whistle,” he explains.

You shrug, “Okay, but it’s not polite to eat before everyone arrives, so put that salad in the refrigerator to keep it cool please,” you instruct as you slide the chicken and rice into the oven to keep warm.

Minho does as he’s told, surprisingly, then looks at you, “I’m sorry.”

Your brows furrow, “Sorry?”

He nods, “I’m sorry for what I said to you in your room that day, I’m sorry for threatening to frame you for selling drugs out of the house, I’m sorry for ever giving you a reason to think I would hurt you.”

You’d been thinking all afternoon of how you want to talk, of what you want to say to both of them this evening, but this you were not expecting.

You let out a steady breath and nod, “I guess what I wonder then, is why? Why would you say those things? If you truly never intended to hurt me, then why would you say such awful things?”

He presses his lips into a line and traces the streaks in the marble countertop.

“Well?” you urge.

“I’ve acted the way I’ve acted because I wanted you to hate me. You can’t lose people you love if you love no one and no one loves you. My feelings would be easier to resolve and manage if you hated me,” he smiles sadly, “but when you said you weren’t comfortable being seen with me, I realized having you hate me was exceptionally painful, so I did what I do when I get hurt or angry and acted like a fucking asshole. When you looked at me that day, scared and sad…I realized that I’d fucked up.”

“You are so…” you sigh, “Unstable. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” he chuckles, “I’m aware.”

You think of his wife and your heart aches for him again, “Were you ever going to tell me about her?” you wonder.

His eyes widen a bit, he doesn’t need any clarification to know who you’re asking about.

“Seola? I don’t know,” he answers honestly, “Probably…eventually. I don’t talk about her often, I don’t…I don’t like to. How did you find out about her?”

“Jisoo did my hair and makeup for the Casino night,” you tell him, you can’t quite measure if he’s upset about you knowing or not, and you don’t want to throw Christopher under the bus, despite his loose lips. Jisoo feels like a safer option.

He sighs, “Seola…I loved her with my whole heart. I told her early on that she should stay as far away from me as possible, but she wouldn’t,” he smiles. “When she was taken from me, I never thought I’d ever be able to have feelings for anyone else, I didn’t want to. Then you and I met, and at first I thought I could treat you like the other people I’ve slept with over the past few years, use you the way you were using me - for human contact, to feel good, but…” he trails off, unsure of how to explain it.

“...but it feels like more,” you finish for him.

“Yes,” he nods, stepping closer to you, taking your face gently between his hands, “it does.”

He leans down slowly, gently, and kisses your lips.

“Please don’t leave us,” he whispers, “don’t leave me.”

“Then don’t ever make me feel like I need to be afraid of you,” you whisper back.

“I won’t,” he answers.

“Don’t let them hurt me again,” you add.

“No one will ever lay a hand on you again baby, not as long as I’m breathing,” he promises.

You press your lips against his, pull his shirt with your fingertips, drawing him into you. His tongue traces the lines of your bottom lip and you greet it with your own. You melt as his hands roam your body, under your shirt to squeeze and caress the warm skin. You moan into his mouth and he pushes you against the countertops.

You feel him falter and he pulls away, the two of you staring at each other; you wondering why he stopped, and him looking hindered by something unseen.

“Do you have feelings for Hyunjin?” he asks. You were expecting this question from one or both of them at some point this evening, but it still hits you abrasively. You’re not willing to lie though. If you’re doing this, all of it, then there is no room for a growing pile of lies between you.

“Yes.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“Yes, I do,” you nod, lifting your fingers to his hair to play with the dark strands.

“That’s going to get extremely messy,” he warns.

“Then it will fit right in, because all of this is a mess,” you say, looking hard at the floor. He lifts your chin up so your gaze finds his.

“Is that really what you want? Both of us? I need to know.”

You think for a moment, think about how you should answer, think about what his response is going to be.

“I want you both.”

“Is it because I’m not enough? Or because he’s not enough?” he asks, and you hear the defense in his voice, the blow to his pride and it pains you.

You shake your head, lace your fingers with his, “It’s not that. Not at all. You are both more than enough. It’s because you both make me feel things that I crave, because you are two polar opposite men, who make me feel so strongly, and so good when I’m with you but in such very different ways, and maybe I’m just being selfish, I know I am actually, but I don’t want to give up the way I feel when I’m with either of you.”

Minho is about to respond when the knock on the door drags both your attentions away from the conversation.

“It’s me, Hyunjin,” a muffled voice calls out from behind the door.

You squeeze Minhos arm and he lays his hand over yours, giving you a halfhearted smile, but a smile, and that’s better than nothing.

You cross the space and open the front door to Hyunjins sweet smile, the top half of his jet black hair tied up into a wet bun, the scent of his shampoo still fragrant.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi beautiful.”

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Dinner starts out dreadfully silent. So silent in fact that you can barely touch your food. Minho and Hyunjin dig in though, stuffing chicken, rice and cucumbers in at an alarming pace that makes you smile. They’re used to silence, to awkwardness. They’ve learned to navigate it, thrive in it, and carry on regardless of the tension.

“Well, I’d ask you both how your day was but I suppose I know,” you finally attempt a joke, but it doesn’t come out like you intended it to and no one laughs, including you. You grab the cold beer you served with the chicken and take a very long swig.

Minho wipes his mouth with a napkin and gives you a soft, understanding look, “You wanted us here Love, it’s your meeting so to speak,” he says.

Hyunjin looks between the two of you as he chews his food, he seems to understand he’s missed part of the conversation, the conversation you started with Minho but this is all ass backwards and not how you wanted to start your ‘meeting.’

“Alright, yes,” you clear your throat, “I do have things I want to discuss with both of you.”

Both men take a break from eating and sit a little straighter, giving you their full attention. You realize now that your hope at a more casual conversation over food was a fruitless endeavor, these men are too serious for casual.

“I realized something today,” you begin, “I’ve realized that despite what I’ve told myself the past several months, that I am part of this organization. I’ve helped all of you at one point or another, and maybe I’ve just helped in the least criminal of ways, but I have committed crimes with you whether I like it or not. I’ve heard things, I know names, I know what you’ve done, and the things you intend to do, I am an accomplice,” you say it out loud and although it makes it real, there is a part of you that’s relieved to say it to just get it out there.

Neither Hyunjin or Minho say anything so you continue, “I was going to run, but I think that running away would just mean that I’m running straight into more trouble for myself, for one. But also…” you trail off, “but also, I don’t want to run away from either of you.”

Hyunjin looks at Minho so quickly that you think it could give him whiplash, but Minho doesn’t react to any of it.

“But before we talk about that, or what that means, or how to even navigate it, I have terms I’d like to lay out,” you look at both of them.

“What are your terms Love?” Minho asks, all business, and you wonder if he’s about to produce a pen and notebook to take notes in.

“First, I don’t like the way some of your guys speak to me as if I’m your personal fuck toy,” you say.

“Seungmin.”

Hyunjin and Minho say his name simultaneously.

“Okay yes, Seungmin, but I don’t want him punished or whatever. I would just like it made clear that while we don’t have to like each other, we don’t need to speak so disrespectfully to one another, and not to sound like a child but he always starts it,” you take another swig of beer. Minho looks as though he’s holding in a chuckle and this puts you at ease a bit.

“It will be made clear to him and to all my employees that you are to be treated and spoken to with absolutely nothing but respect,” Minho nods with a smile, “What else?”

“I don’t want to know everything, I don’t need to know everything, but I also don’t want to be treated like Christopher - as just an employee who does as she’s told and is only told the bare minimum. I want to be trusted, and I want you to talk to me freely about things that you need to get off your mind, or things that impact me in any way,” you say.

“Trust is earned,” Minho says, “but after everything you’ve been through, I believe you’ve more than earned it, so done.”

“Finally,” you take a breath, “it’s been hard for me since the night I got attacked to be alone here, or anywhere for that matter, and I know you both have things that need done, that you can’t be here all the time, and I appreciate Christopher, and Jisung, and the others…but I want you two - not necessarily at the same time - but I want the two of you.”

The room sinks back into that familiar silence again and you wait impatiently for someone to say something, you fork some chicken and stuff it in your mouth for something to do.

“Fine, I’ll be the one to say it,” Hyunjin half laughs, “Are we talking about fucking each other or protection detail?”

It’s Minhos turn to take an uncomfortably large swig of beer and you have to force the small bite of chicken down your throat roughly.

“I…well…” you stutter, “In this specific moment I’m talking about who is here in the house with me,” you clarify.

“And what about outside this specific moment?” Minho asks for more clarification and you realize that the time has come, whether you were ready for it or not, to tell them both what you actually want. Is it what you want? You’ve never attempted a relationship that had more than two people in it, but none of those relationships turned out very well so you can’t really cite them as reliable sources, can you?

“Honestly?” you inhale deeply and let it go, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to having you both in the other way at the same time, I’ve never done that before, it would be my first time - but the thought of it makes me wet just imagining it.”

Hyunjin bites his bottom lip and sits back in his seat. To say you’re suddenly feeling warm is an understatement, so you chug the rest of your beer then get up for another.

“What do you think about that?” Minho asks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin licks his lips and you think you might combust, “Well, it wouldn’t be my first time,” he says with a smile that might be a little too proud, “it could be lots of fun,” he says avoiding eye contact with Minho and only looking at you. You swallow hard.

“How many times have the two of you…” Minho starts, but you answer before he can finish.

“Hyunjin and I have never had sex,” you tell him, trying to keep any emotion from your voice like how it’s a bit disappointing that you’ve not slept with Hyunjin, or how you’re scared that Minho will be upset if you’d said you had, or how excited you are that you might actually get fucked by both of the men sitting with you at this table.

“Hmm,” Minho nods, “I see.”

“What do you think about it, boss?” Hyunjin finally looks at him, “We both said we didn’t want to share after all.”

Only Hwang Hyunjin could look at Lee Minho and say that without it sounding like a challenge, like a threat.

Minho exhales slowly and shrugs, “It may be a shock to some, but I’m not a closed minded man, however, I am a possessive one,” he looks at you and chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing with consideration, “so the answer to your question is that I’m not sure.”

Your heart sinks a little, and you’re unsure of what to say.

“We can work with possessive,” Hyunjin says, the corners of his mouth slipping into a coy smile, as if he’s flirting with Minho and your clit throbs, you can feel the way you’re soaked and you press your thighs together.

“Oh?” is all Minho responds with.

“Mm,” Hyunjin nods, “I’m not a power player, I don’t have to be a top, I don’t have to be a bottom, I’m not picky, and you should know by now I’m very good at being told what to do.”

You watch as Minhos expression changes, he looks at Hyunjin in a way you’ve never seen him look at any of his guys before, and then he looks at you, “You’re being awfully quiet now darling.”

It takes you a solid three seconds to realize he’s talking to you, you’re gripping the neck of your beer so hard it might bust.

“I’m just, thoroughly enjoying this conversation,” you grin.

“How much?” he asks.

Well. That was an invitation if you’ve ever heard one. You swallow your sip of beer and stand, shuffling out the wrinkles of your cotton skirt and step closer to him, “Would you like to see?” you ask, bunching up the skirt in your fists higher and higher until the tops of your thighs are exposed.

Minho chews his lip as his fingertips trace delicate lines up your legs, finally disappearing beneath the fabric, pushing your panties to the side so he can swirl them in your arousal. You gasp, tilting your head back as he moves his fingers against you.

“My, my,” he whispers, voice gravelly with want, and he looks as if he wants to knock everything off the table to fuck you on it. You wouldn’t be opposed.

Hyunjin sits motionless on the other side, watching, and though you’ve never really considered how it would make you feel, you find that having him watch feels very good.

Minho removes his fingers from your cunt and uses them to motion Hyunjin over. Your heart starts pounding. Hyunjin moves slowly, but you can see his erection straining against his pants.

“So Hyunjin has never played with you?” Minho asks, his eyes on Hyunjin.

“We’ve kissed…” you manage to speak between catching your breath.

“But he’s never tasted you? Your pussy that is?”

You shake your head back and forth.

“Go on then,” Minho looks at him darkly, touching Hyunjins mouth with his fingertips, spreading your slick across his bottom lip. Hyunjin sucks Minhos fingers into his mouth hungrily, a groan escaping from somewhere deep in his chest.

“I have to admit, knowing he’s not had you is pretty satisfying to me,” Minho chuckles, yanking his fingers from Hyunjins mouth, “I wonder how far I can push him before he comes undone?” he stands from the table, “Has everyone eaten? No ones starving anymore?” he asks the two of you and finishes off his beer.

“Not for food,” Hyunjin comments and winks at you.

“Then let’s go to the living room, shall we?” Minho grabs your hand and pulls you forward, Hyunjin following close behind.

Minho kisses you deeply, then takes a seat in the armchair, “Why don’t you help our girl out of her pretty clothes?”

“Gladly,” Hyunjin whispers, taking the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, he tosses it across the room then drops to his knees as you unzip the side of your skirt. He helps you shimmy it down into a pool of fabric around your feet and you step away from it. Hyunjin looks up at you, his eyes scanning your body, and he hooks his fingers into your underwear, pulling them slowly down your legs.

“Don’t even think about putting your lips on her, not yet, I say when,” Minho instructs from the chair. Hyunjin freezes as if that’s exactly what he was about to do.

“Yes sir,” Hyunjin grins.

You want to interject and say that if Minho doesn’t give the go ahead soon, you might be the one coming undone, but you stay silent, you’re not sure what to do anyway, and something in your gut tells you it needs to happen like this, for them, in order for Minho to be right with it.

“Sit on the sofa, Love,” Minho tells you and you sit, like a good girl, on the sofa then look at him for further instruction. He laughs, “You look so eager darling, so fucking turned on, do you want me to be nice for you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, “Please.”

“Do you want him to taste your cunt finally?”

“Mmhmm,” you keep nodding, leaning back into the cushions, kneading your breasts.

“Spread your legs for him, so he can see how fucking gorgeous you are,” he instructs.

You nearly go out of your mind watching Hyunjin crawl between your legs, his fingernails raking red lines up your thighs. Hyunjin looks behind at Minho for permission.

“First,” Minho halts him, “take your shirt and pants off, you look dreadfully uncomfortable.”

Hyunjin smiles and tears his shirt over his head, then stands briefly to remove his trousers before resuming his position between your legs.

“Now, make our princess cum,” Minho grins.

Hyunjin does what he’s told, but he also takes his sweet time, licking and sucking kisses on the inside of your thighs and you wonder if he’s savoring the moment like you. This heated, passionate affair that seems to have been building up since the night you sewed stitches into his side.

Finally, he grabs hold of your thighs roughly and drags you to the edge of the sofa, “you ready Doll?”

“God, yes…”

His tongue is eager against your flesh, but in true Hyunjin fashion, is also quick, soft, controlled and deliberate. He was told to make you cum, and he’s honing in on that target like his life depends on it.

“How does it feel, baby?” Minho asks and you manage to turn your head towards him, “let’s hear you.”

“It feels so fucking good, he’s so good at it,” you whimper, looking back down at Hyunjin. His eyes lock with yours and you watch as his tongue appears and disappears between your folds. You rest your head back onto the sofa and moan, your hips beginning to move in time with his mouth, you’re so close.

“She’s about to cum, I can tell by her face,” Minho smiles, and you nod, unable to verbally confirm this, “let go baby, cum for him.”

Minhos deep, gravelly command paired with Hyunjins soft tongue lapping at you pushes you far beyond your capacity to hold yourself back. Your body quakes as your orgasm ripples over and over, your clit becoming so sensitive you have to physically push Hyunjins face away with your hands and plea with a quiet “stop.”

Hyunjin is totally out of breath as he sits back on his ankles, he wipes his mouth with his arm, eyes dark, and looks at Minho.

“How close are you to busting?” Minho chuckles.

“Very.”

Minho licks his lips, then unzips his pants, releasing his own cock from the confines of his clothes. He strokes himself gently then nods his head towards you, “Go on then, she loves getting fucked right after you eat her out, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” you groan, “Very much.”

Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate a moment before ripping his boxers down and kicking them away, he takes your shoulders and shoves you down onto the sofa, propping one of your legs on the back and sliding between.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” Hyunjin warns.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, “you don’t have to make me cum again.”

“Yes he does,” Minho says coolly from the chair, “yes he fucking does.”

“Heard,” Hyunjin manages to tease.

Hyunjin lines himself up with you as you dig your nails into his shoulders, desperate for it, needing it. He pushes in slowly, and your eyes lock as he fills you to the hilt. Your lips part and you wiggle a bit, urging him to move, he does. He’s going impossibly slow, his brows knitted together in concentration.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” he moans, his hips speeding up just a bit. You can’t help but steal a look at Minho, who watches you both from the same chair he’s been sitting in, slowly stroking himself, lip tucked tightly between his teeth.

You lift your hips a bit to meet Hyunjins thrusts, sliding your hands down his sides, around his thighs to pull him closer, deeper.

“Hyunjin,” you whisper, his name a plea for him to do something, though you’re unsure of what. Feeling his cock drag in and out, hitting some delicious spot within, watching Minho look and hearing his little gasps every time you whimper or moan might actually be your undoing.

Hyunjins movements become more desperate, more erratic, and you’re sure he won’t be able to hold himself back much longer. You take his face in your hands and he looks at you, “Make me cum,” you gently drag his hand down to your neck, his breath stutters as he wraps his long, delicate fingers around your throat to hold you down gently while he fucks into you. You push back with every thrust, causing a rough but welcome collision and you cum so hard around his cock that you can feel it in your very bones. You cry out, hips bucking just a bit off the sofa as you spasm around him.

He thrusts into you only twice more before freezing, his breath escaping in a muffled moan as he buries his face into your neck.

Hyunjin pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

Minho finally makes his way to the couch, Hyunjin moves aside, practically collapsing.

“Feel better?” Minho smiles, rubbing circles on your legs.

You nod, claiming his hand in yours to lace your fingers together.

He looks between your legs, “You’re a mess,” he drags the back of his finger up your slit, swirling Hyunjins leaking fluids around your own. You shudder with a gasp at the stimulation.

“Come, let’s go upstairs,” Minho stands and extends his hand to you; he pauses briefly in front of Hyunjin and stares, then caresses his jawline with his thumb, “you did good, impressive. Come on.”

Minho leads you both into the master bath where he reaches into the walk-in to start a shower. You step close to him and start undoing the buttons of his shirt, looking up at him as he strokes your hair. You continue silently undressing him until the three of you stand totally naked in the middle of your steamy bathroom.

Minho grabs your chin with his fingertips and draws you into him, his mouth desperate for yours and your lips crash together with urgent moans. In your peripheral you can see Hyunjin step into the shower and rinse himself off, he reaches out and tugs on you and Minho, who barely takes his mouth off you to shuffle into the warm water.

“Is this what you wanted?” Minho asks in a grunt as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Wanted to be our needy little slut, so fucking pretty and sweet, getting fucked out by both of us?” he whispers as your back presses against the cold stone of the shower wall.

You grin like the cheshire cat and nod, “Mmhmm.”

Minho smiles and shakes his head at you before his lips overtake yours again, and you also feel Hyunjins hands roaming as he puts himself between your back and the wall, his body much warmer and less scratchy than the stone. You can feel Minhos hard erection sliding against your soaked pussy and your breath hitches. Hyunjins wet hands slide around your body and he fingers at your nipples, stroking and squeezing. Minho leans in and you watch through the steam as he takes Hyunjins mouth with his own, his cock rubbing against your clit as he positions himself to fuck you against Hyunjin.

This exceeds even your highest expectation of what this experience would be like. Feeling Minho bouncing you on his cock while you listen to the two of them moan into each others mouths, Hyunjins fingers circling your clit gently while the other hand takes turns playing with your breasts and yanking your hair to tilt your head back for neck kisses.

“Fuck,” you whine, the impossible ache inside you is building again, you can’t remember the last time you orgasmed three times in one evening, or if you ever have, but you’re going to.

“Gonna cum for me Love?” Minho presses his forehead against yours, breathless, pumping his hips up into you.

“Yes,” you half laugh in delirium, “Fuck, yes keep going…”

You can feel his fingertips digging into the sides of your ass, feel how desperate he is to finish, you lean your head forward to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting as you reach your high. Your orgasm comes out in a choked gasp, your body completely spent, and you feel him pull out a bit and spill himself all over your cunt.

Hyunjin washes you off while Minho catches his breath then the three of you, unbothered to put on clothes or even dry off, collapse on your bed, drops of water everywhere but no one caring.

You’re not surprised that Minho pulls you in immediately, wrapping his arm around you tight - possessive.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you sigh, eyes already shut and sleep getting closer and closer to overtaking you.

“Pleasure isn’t a bad thing people,” Hyunjin yawns, switches off the lamp, then flips to his side to properly sandwich you in. His long, lean arm draped over you while his fingers massage circles on Minhos shoulder. “It’s not this thing that has to be confined in a specific little box, used for one specific purpose at a time like it isn’t supposed to just be this fun, enjoyable thing-,”

“Hyunjin?” Minho grumbles with closed eyes.

“Yes boss?”

“Stop talking and go to sleep.”

“Yes boss,” he laughs.

Endnotes:

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ihavethedreamies · 7 months ago

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Cherry | Juicy Fruit | Haechan

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

-> Series Hub <-

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🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend was holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spun back and forth in the air with prompting from his finger tips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You could hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucked it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wondered what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You were sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You had been looking over the different delivery menus, spread across the surface and you were scrolling through your phone to see who was open. Not only was it past normal meal hours, which was normally not too much of an issue, it was some kind of political holiday that only old people cared about. The only problem was that most of the people that would make the food you wanted were said old people. It was also more of something for families, not young couples who did a lot of the baby-making practice but with not desired end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You took the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You asked and when he didn't reply, you slammed your hand down to get his attention. He startled and his wide eyes were really very cute, but you would never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you loved him to pieces, you were very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he was annoying for so many years, you were loath to admit you didn't hate him. You never did, you were just in denial about how much you liked him despite your harsh words. He saw through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scolded and he blinked.

"What?" He emphasized the vowel, and you rolled your eyes. His shocked face softened to a smug grin as he watched you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wrapped around the red orb as he took it between his lips, and you shook your head to pull your attention away. He huffed in amusement, you were such a tsundere.

"What are we having for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poked the container holding the cherries. You had planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interfered with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We could have each other." Donghyuck smirked, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knew your eyes were not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallowed hard and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open to scold him again. He let the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them laid and his smug look turned bored.

"Idiot." You clicked your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winked and your let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He cooed at you, skipping to follow you. When you started to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneeled down to tie his. You struggled to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leaned forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture made your cheeks warm further, but you didn't say anything, so he helped you get the other on. He stood back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he was standing on the lowered part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He held his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumbled something and walked past him and out. Your boyfriend sighed dramatically but followed after you still. You always made up for your dismissive behavior after he railed you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continued to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you kept shoving him away, especially as you walked down the road. Donghyuck held the door open for you as you entered the convenience store. The inside was just as dead as the streets, and it felt nearly surreal. You each shopped around a bit, and he got nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he felt the need to buy everything he could find that was cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you asked, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you would actually consume was the cherry flavored cola he got as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gave you was just as cute as everything else he did. It pissed you off a bit that he was so endearing. The tired cashier told you your price and your boyfriend had his card in the reader before you could even pull yours out. He took all of the bags as well and you opened the door for him that time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumbled, eyeing the five bags he was carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answered after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He stated simply and you halted for a beat, then jogged to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relented to ask. He tossed you a coy look, "they didn't have the right size." You halted a step but conceded his point and jogged to catch back up. When you finally got back to the apartment, he put the bags on the coffee table, and you grabbed your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plugged in the numbers, Hyuck came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you asked flatly, and he whined pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You didn't reply to his question, so he took that as the go ahead to continue. As he smelled your food as it got done, he realized how famished he was and hurried to make his own. Some random variety show played on the TV while you both ate, he devoured twice as much food as you did in nearly half the time. Once you were both done and everything was cleaned up, he laid out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motioned broadly and you sat next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck was a bit surprised at how close you willingly sat, pressed to his side. You were warming up. You started to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He told you with false condescension. He sniffed and picked up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hit your nose and you sneered, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chewed, he started in on the candy and his face twisted, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pulled the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he did the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He held up one of the stems and you hummed.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You took it from him, and he plucked another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decided and you nodded in agreement and you both watched the other as you took the stems into your mouths. You focused hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it was no use. When you almost choked on it, you pulled it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turned to look at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grabbed the little stem from where it laid, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone had deepened, but you were too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turned to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allowed his tongue entry and you wanted to fight, but you also really didn't. Hyuck smirked into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned when he led you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settled, his hands on your hips pushed you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hard cock. You whined, trying to pull back, but he held you still, sucking on your tongue so you couldn't easily pull back. He had a hard time not laughing when your entire body shuddered. Finally, he let you go, you leaned back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers were clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hummed playfully, and you blinked, "huh?" Your noise of question was followed by a yelp as he lifted you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning to he faced you. Another tug brought your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he took advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimpered when he instantly brought his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sighed shakily, legs twitching when he hummed, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You tried to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he was bringing you to climax. You shuddered again as his tongue left your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see his stupid grin right before he sucked on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands flew to your hips to hold them down as you came, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbled, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huffed in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he had never heard you so impatient, but he was more than willing to abide. He removed your top as you helped him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hit the couch cushions before he was pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you were soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffed in delight as your cunt quivered, getting used to the stretch and before you were fully acclimated, he started to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grabbed his shoulders. When he leaned over you move, he took your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hovered over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cried when he kissed you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You were helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air was getting a bit low, he finally removed his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimpered with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucked your skin. His goal was to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out. His hand had let go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he could shift positions. He sat back up move, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckled as you came again. He groaned at the tight flutter of your walls and couldn't help but fall over the edge himself. You whimpered when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watched him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He popped the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shivered at the cold, and he licked his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago

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a/n: You know me so well bb! I've been thinking about this all day. 💚

barbatos x gn!reader [nb] | 0.6k words | sfw (fluff)

content/warnings: hinted established relationship with og!barbatos, solomon slander. 😈

Barbatos invites you to the castle for a late supper because someone has to look after you properly. He knows you spend so much of your time caring for everyone else. Who can he trust to feed you if not himself? Lucifer and his siblings? Solomon? No, he won't rely on the fallen angels to think beyond their own problems to worry about yours, nor will he subject you to more of that damned sorcerer's definition of edible food.

He’s worried that a detour to the castle will make your long day even more exhausting for you, but he can’t resist the temptation to offer his assistance. He dampens his cautious optimism and prepares himself for your apologetic refusal, but eagerness blooms in his chest when you thank him profusely for an excuse not to return to Cocytus Hall just yet. (You tell him that you could smell Solomon's food from outside the building, and you were lingering outside contemplating what to do next.) It doesn't take long for you to arrive at the demon lord's castle, and your eyes brighten sweetly when you notice him waiting for you on the front steps. You look relieved to see him, like you're greeting an old friend, or like you're coming home. He wonders what he’s done to deserve such admiration.

He realizes that he should've thought this plan through because once he leads you to the kitchen, he has no idea what meal to serve you. Dinnertime was hours ago, and everything has been cleaned and put away. He urges you to sit and relax at one of the countertops while he debates what he can make for you. He doesn't want to simply reheat leftovers for you—it feels like a waste of his talents. He can do so much more for you. He knows your preferences by now; he's seen the dishes you pass over and the ones you take seconds from. He hides his unpreparedness by distracting you with lighthearted conversation.

After a few minutes, you stand up and fill the kettle for a pot of tea. He can’t help but sneak glances from the corner of his eye as you move around the castle kitchen like you know it as well as he does. It doesn't escape his notice that you place two cups on the counter, or that you reach past the sugar in the cupboard and grab a jar of honey instead. You always seem to remember the little things he likes and doesn't like, the same way he remembers those things about you.

Dinner is plated not long after the tea is steeped and ready to drink. He looks forward to finally being able to focus on you, showing you the utmost respect and attention you deserve. He sits on a barstool next to you while you both chat idly over a plate of sandwiches and a light salad. He’s not used to this type of quiet intimacy and he hopes you don't notice. Your fingers nearly brush against his own when you both reach for food off the same plate. He sips your delicious tea and hides his smile behind the rim of his cup when you tell him amusing stories about your work earlier in the day. Your murmured words of appreciation for inviting you tonight are pleasing. Sometimes you nudge his shoulder playfully like you crave his closeness and not only the services he offers you. It goes against everything he is—professional, poised, collected. He shouldn't like this as much as he does.

Maybe he's simply not used to having friends, with the exception of the Young Master he dutifully serves. He's cooked elaborate feasts for demon lords, of course—spending hours in the kitchen to ensure everything was made and plated to perfection, watching blandly as hours of his hard work is consumed within minutes, bowing at the waist when he acknowledges each polite compliment they offer him. Once he's walked you home and he can retire to his room to contemplate, he’ll wonder why your praise for his simple cooking and modest company feels so much more satisfying in comparison.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #barbatos x you #obey me x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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lunajay33 · 7 months ago

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Change Part.4

•🩰🎀🩷•

Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.3

•Masterlist•

It’s been a week since Daryl had gifted me these Ballerina slippers, I couldn’t take them off at home, I had practiced the swan dance with them it made me feel really special like he actually cared about me and my interests, then there was a knock at my door it was really late at night so I didn’t know who it was, I left my room walking out to the front door opening up the door and Daryl was there hunched over bloody and groaning

I was the only one home so I didn’t have to worry about Jackson or my parents coming out and making a scene, I wrapped my arm around his waist and steadied him with my other hand against his chest, leading him inside into the bathroom so he could sit on the floor, I rummaged through my cabinet looking for a first aid kit completely panicking

I grabbed it as I saw it tucked back in the corner, grabbing a cool wet cloth and sitting infront of him

“Daryl, what happened?” I asked as my voice shock, he was busted and blue all over and he couldn’t even look me in the eyes, I gently patted the cool cloth over his forehead swooping his hair back

I didn’t push him obviously he just wanted to sit in silence, whatever happened it was brutal and if I were him I wouldn’t wanna be in a chatty mood either, I continued to wash away the blood on his face and arms, sanitizing any cut I came across placing bandaids over the deeper ones wishing I could do something about his bruising

“Is there anywhere else I can help?” I asked just above a whisper as to not spook him wanting to keep him relaxed

He turned his back to me and slowly reached back and lifted his shirt up to his to his shoulders revealing some old deep welted scars and some fresh bleeding ones, so deep it hurt to think how he got them, I rinsed out my cloth and soaked it again since it was already filled with blood, cleaning and sanitizing having to cover them in bandages due to the size of them, my heart bleed for him, who would hurt Daryl he was the sweetest person in the world he deserved all the happiness it offered

“One sec” I threw the cloth in the sink and left to my room finding a oversized black shirt I had for sleeping and some bigger sweatpants, and a pair of boxers I had got once thinking they were pj shorts, bringing them back to the washroom

“Here you can change into these when you’re ready I’ll just be right outside the door if you need help” I said hearing him grunt as I closed the door

I heard shuffling around until the door opened and we made eye contact, I didn’t move and neither did he until……….his arms were wrapped around my and his face buried in my shoulder, I softly wrapped my arms around his waist

“I’m here for you Daryl, always”

He pulled back looking down at me with such dread in his eyes

“Can…..can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, I told you before you’re welcome to stay with me whenever you need, come on” I lead him to the kitchen getting him a glass of water and making a quick sandwich for him just incase he hadn’t had supper, I say with him in silence as he finished up

“Thanks”

“No problem” I placed the dishes in the washer holding my hand out to him he quickly took it and we went back to my room

“You can get in bed I gotta get in pjs too” I said smiling as he plopped down on the bed

As I was picking out some clothes he spoke up

“Yer wearing em” I looked back seeing he was looking at my feet, the slippers

“Oh ya, I was…….. “practicing” when you came, I love them” I smiled as I took them off and laid them on my cabinet

I quickly changed and laid in bed next to him, still leaving some space since we’ve never done this before

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“Nah Angel, ya did more than enough” he smiled weakly

“Do you wanna talk about it yet?”

“I ain’t ever told anyone…….its my old man, mean prick” he said breaking eye contact

“You’re staying here from now on, or atleast when you feel you need a break” I said placing my hand in his under the blankets between us

“Wish I could stay with ya just me and you”

“Maybe one day, we could start over together and actually be happy” I said thinking about what that life would look like what we could be

“We can……….we will”

•12 Years Later🩷

“Daryl Come on you’re going to be late for work!” I yelled out as I pored some coffee into two thermos’

Daryl came rushing out of the washroom buttoning up his plaid shirt huffing and puffing

“Sorry just real tired from work” he said as he leaned in kissing me gently still as gentle as he was when we shared our first kiss so many years ago

“Well since tomorrow is Saturday and we’re both off how about we have a special day together, I’m all your Mr Dixon” I winked handing him over his coffee

“Can’t wait Mrs Dixon” he smirked

As I was at work grading papers I kept thinking about all the moments that lead to my life now, Daryl and I assigned as partners, becoming friends, then that night he came over injured from his demon of a father, after that things kind of snowballed we continued to hang out, he stayed over more nights growing our relationship stronger, eventually he asked me to and I quote “be his girl” obviously excepting, after graduation with both our save money we were able to get a little apartment in Atlanta while I studied to become a teacher and he worked at an auto body shop, once my schooling I was done we found a little cabin like house in the woods around the outskirts of our home town, sure it was conflicting but now that my family had moved away and it was only Merle around sometimes it felt more comfortable to be where we met and set our roots, the day we moved in and it was just the two of us he proposed with a little silver ring he made himself

•Flashback

“Hey Angel can ya get me that box on the counter?” Daryl asked pointing to a little green box laid amongst the clutter from the days move

“Sure!” As I picked it up and turned to hand it to him he was down on one knee rubbing his hands together his way of showing his nerves

“Baby?”

“Angel, the day ya stepped into my life I knew it was gonna change, my lil ballerina, never thought I’d be so lucky ta get a woman as sweet as ya but I wanna spend the rest of this life with you, will ya marry me Angel?”

•

We got married down at town hall, I wore a knee length canvas colors woven dress as he wore his nicest plaid that matched my dress and that night…….well it was a night to remember forever, I got a job at the school I grew up in and he got another job fixing motorcycles at a shop and that leads to now, I was incredibly happy with our lives I only wished I got to become a ballerina, Daryl use to watch me dance in my room sometimes helping me stretch and help with certain moves and still bought me anything ballerina or swan lake related, I even had a little collection in the spare room of our house but maybe………..maybe this little baby girl would like dance aswell I thought as I rubbed my little bump

Daryl and I didn’t really talk about kids much but here I am, 3 months pregnant and Daryl was more excited than I thought he’d be, even more gentle with me, treating me like glass it was adorable though, over the years I noticed he got more harsh with people I know deep down it’s because of his past but he was never like that with me and we always had talks when he was ready about things that happened to him, but every part of this man I love with my whole heart he changed my life for the better

I was broken out of my thought when one of my students called out to me

“Mrs Dixon what are those people doing out there?” Little Melanie asked pointing out the window

I got up and glanced outside to where the supposed problem was and what I saw caught my breath, people limping around ripping and biting into the flesh of others

“What the hell”

Part.5

Please lmk what you think and what you’d like to see in the story going forward, any notes or advice is appreciated 🩷🎀

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proudahgase-exol · 1 year ago

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Sex and after sex with exo

Ot9

I'm adding Jongdae because I want to 😁

This is 18+ if your a minor please skip 😊 🔞

Tbh I don't know what I was thinking when I made this all I know I had this idea at 3:40 am 😁 I hope you like this mess 😅

Xiumin:

He will like to have sex on the bed, and he also would like to do any position but his favorite might be doggy he seems to be that kind of man. He also might like to have sex in the couch if he feels like it.

After sex: he will clean you both up with a warm towel but if you had multiple rounds he will give you a bath and make sure your comfy in some soft clothes will cuddle well making a small conversation as you fall asleep on his chest.

Suho:

He would most likely have sex on the bed or couch on the bed he will have full power but on the couch, you take control he likes it when your ride him he will have a glass of wine in one hand well the other one is on your ass. He's sometimes supper soft and sweet but when he's stressed he will take it out on you by being rough. He likes to choke you and make you beg.

After sex: He’s a big aftercare guy who will make sure you all clean up and comfortable on the bed if he was rough he will be super gentle and kiss the bruises he left will give you a glass of water and cuddle you well he plays with your hair.

Lay:

He would also like to have sex on the couch or bed, he will most likely ask you to take control because he likes it when you dominate him, he also might like to have sex in his studio when he’s not too busy or when he super horny.

After sex: he will be super soft and sweet he will ask you to keep him inside for a bit but then he will get up and clean you up then he will cuddle you to sleep.

Baekhyun:

He’s a freak so anywhere we’re he can have you bend over it will be more than okay. he loves to slap your ass and leave marks. kitchen, bathroom, bedroom couch, stairs, bed anywhere he thinks it’s good to fuck he will and he also might record it for when he’s away and he misses you.

After sex: he will be super lazy to get up and clean you both up so you will have to do it yourself so when you try to stand up you will complain about how sore you are so he will get up and clean you both up but he will be teasing the shit out of you for that.

Jongdae:

He seems to like sex anywhere too but for some reason I see him having sex on the bedroom only he will catch you off guard sometimes it’s vanilla and sometimes is rough it all depends on his mood. When he wants vanilla he will go all out some nice home cook dinner and a movie then go from there, but when he wants it rough it shows just prepare yourself for a long night.

After sex: he will be super sweet clean you up well kiss the bruises and tells you that you were so good to him will make sure you're all comfortable before he gets next to you and cuddles you he might sing you to sleep (he have such a beautiful voice I love him)

Chanyeol:

At his studio….. he would love to record you guys having sex he loves the noise you make. He might also like car sex when he’s super horny he might love it when he’s driving and you're giving him a blowjob he likes to have passionate sex but when he’s angry or stressed he will fuck your brains out and make you beg him to stop but we both know we won't till he tired.

After sex: if you had sex in the studio he will clean you up and help you get dressed then he will make his studio couch, comfy for you he will pull some blankets and pillows out so you can take a nap well he finish working. But when you're at home he will refuse to get you clean up if he was gonna screw you again in a few hours.

Kyungsoo:

Shower sex or bedroom when he feels super romantic he will have sex on the bed but if he’s in the shower with you he will get had and just push you against the wall and fuck your right then and there he also will be into choking it turns him on.

After sex: he will ask you multiple times if you are okay or if he hurt you then he will get you clean up and cuddle you as you watch a movie or have a conversation he will rub your back softly till you both fall asleep

Kai:

For sure dance practice sex when you go and visit him he will ask you to join him and that will escalate into something more. It will be floor sex our mirror sex it all depends you also will get either Kai or Jongin one is rough and the other one is soft but both will mess you up and leave you sore.

After sex: if it was at the studio he will get you both dressed without getting cleaned up then will rush to get home to take a bath if you are lucky you might end up having bath sex but if not he will get you to bed and cuddle and will give you little kisses here and there

Sehun:

This mother fuckerlooks like he will enjoy car sex he likes the risk, and he will also like window sex he’s all about the risk of getting caught. He might also like to have sex on the living room or kitchen of the dorms. He seems to have strong stamina so a lot of sex with him he also will like it when you seat on his face he loves it.

After sex: you will take turns cleaning each other up and after he will take you to eat. If he sees you walk funny he will make fun of you and tease you then he will carry you around because he will feel bad but still proud.

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moonlightazriel · 1 year ago

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Forget me Not /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: They loved each other more than words could describe, but they were star-crossed lovers and their fate was doomed, especially when their worst nightmare came true. But is their love strong enough to survive this nightmare and can their souls one day be truly united?

Warnings: Smut, torture and death!

Word Count: 3,5K

Notes: The collaboration no one asked for but everyone needed ahahahaahahah Happy to introduce the first part of the fic @fieldofdaisiies and I wrote together. She's an amazing writer and making this fic with her is an honor. Love u baby and thanks for doing this with me, our baby was finally born.

Read part 2 here

His soft lips touched the hot skin of her collarbone, kissing as his hands gently unlaced her plain dress, she held his hair, her lips parted as soft gasps left her, her breath uneven as his cold fingers brushed down her spine.

The space was limited and he was entirely pressed against her, his member touching her clothed core, she moved, trying to get some friction between them, to soothe the aching sensation on the apex of her thighs.

“Where is the prince?” The feminine voice outside, too close, alerted her, she gently pushed him away, his eyelids half closed as he lost himself in her.

“They are searching for you.” She whispered and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m so sorry my beloved, I must go now.” She nodded, avoiding his eyes, she hated when he had to leave. His index finger lifted her chin, and he kissed her again, his breath tasted like mint. “I love you dearly.”

“I love you too, my prince.” He turned around, opening the door, and leaving her there. She closed her dress, used to this now, and waited a few minutes before leaving the tiny room to tend to her obligations.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“Have you heard?” She turned her head to see the blonde servant by her side gossiping with a friend, she turned back to the potatoes she was peeling for the royal family supper. “The royal family is hosting a ball in a week so Prince Azriel chooses his bride.”

Her eyes went wide but she kept quiet, the knife sliding from her shaking finger and cutting her palm, she cursed under her breath and dropped everything, rushing to the healer's wing. She mumbled a couple of words to explain what happened as the healer started to clean and stitch the wound.

“Be careful with that, or the stitches might rip and it will scar.” The healer said, dismissing her.

She wandered around the castle, heading back to the kitchen to finish and then serve the meal. The queen was near the kitchen, talking with the chef about the ball, and how she wanted everything to be done. She was a terrifying person, the kind of person that truly enjoyed another’s suffering.

“Your majesty.” She bowed as she passed, the woman not even acknowledging her as she did so, thankfully she didn’t see Y/N shaking with fear.

The only truly born with good in their heart was Azriel, the younger prince, her Azriel, the man she decided to give everything she was, the man she would love forever, even if they could never be together outside tiny rooms and late hours at night. Her heart ached with the thought that he would have to get married, she wanted to run away with him, to a land where he being a prince and she being a servant didn’t matter, all that counted was that they loved each other.

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“What happened to your hand, my love?” Azriel asked, seeing the stitches tying her skin back together, the skin around it was red and swollen.

“Just an accident working in the kitchen today.” she said, not quite looking at him, she had been avoiding his eyes ever since he sneaked up to her modest chambers in the servant’s wing, thankfully the castle was big enough to accommodate all the servants without the need of sharing rooms with others, so they had the privacy of her chambers to meet every night.

“What happened?” His hand brushed her cheek, his index finger lifting her chin so she would look at him, her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “Don’t cry darling, talk to me.” He begged, his thumb wiping the stubborn tear that rolled down her cheek.

“How much time do we have left?” she asked, her tongue licking the salty tears from her pink plush lips.

“I can stay the whole night my dear.” She stepped backward, her hands held his, removing them from her face, she sat on the edge of the bed.

“That is not what i meant.” He looked at her confused, eyebrows furrowed. “How long do we have until you’re married?” His throat went dry, his father had spoken to him that morning, saying that he needed to marry a princess soon to strengthen their alliances. His mind had been scheming ever since, plans to run away with her, he didn’t want to get married to a complete stranger, he wanted to be able to make Y/N his wife, have her carrying his children, being by his side forever.

“I don’t want to get married, to anyone but you. And I don’t care what my father says, let’s go, somewhere far away from here.” She blinked, the tears still wetting her pretty face. “Come with me, we deserve to be happy.” He kneeled in front of her. “Let’s start again in a new land, marry me Y/N Y/L. That’s all I want.”

“Are you serious?” He nodded. “I want that so much that it hurts.” She threw herself into his arms, inhaling the smell of the fancy soap he used. He pulled her closer, hands roaming down her back, he started to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her collarbone. “Make me yours one more time.” She breathed against his hair and he got up, lying her gently on the mattress.

His hands were agile as he unlaced the front of her white nightgown, her skin smelled like roses, one of the few things the king made sure of was the servants always smelled great, so they provided scented soaps and perfumes for them. The thin fabric was soon discarded by the side of her bed, alongside his clothes.

He kissed her warm skin until he reached her breasts, one of them was cupped in his hand, the nipple trapped between his thumb and index finger, he pressed it, making her softly moan at the sensation, the other he kissed and circulated the nipple with his tongue, moving it up and down, she arched her back, and tried to rub her core against the knee he had in between her legs.

She was desperate for any type of relief, she pressed her lips together as his tongue left her breasts and he started to lick down her belly, his right hand spread her legs open his finger spreading the wetness there, rubbing a circle to the bundle of nerves there, making her jump slightly, she wasn’t able to control the moan that left her lips as his warm tongue reached where she wanted him, he drew circles with his tongue, earning more breathy moans from her, her hands grabbed the prince’s inky black hair, involuntarily pressing his face against her.

He was hungry for her, had been ever since he met her, so his tongue licked her like he was a starved man, he loved to hear her ragged breath, loved how she couldn’t control her body, neither the little whimpers that came from her mouth the closer she got to her orgasm. She squirmed underneath him, he grabbed her waist, pressing her down onto the bed, stopping all the movement as she went through her orgasm, he could feel her body spasm as he overstimulated her.

She pulled his hair, forcing him to stop, his chin was glistening with her juices, the sight of him like this almost making her cum again. He laid on top of her again, kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on his tongue. He adjusted himself to her slick entry, easily sliding inside her, all the way, their breaths in synchrony as he started to move, a slow pace as her walls were still sensitive from moments before.

Just when she started to move her own hips, wanting more, he started to move faster, their bodies covered in sweat, as he made love to her, he was getting closer and closer to his own release, the bedframe hit the stone wall, while the sound of skin slapping skin filled the whole room, she moaned, encouraging him to go faster. His dream was to be free to make her scream his name, she never did, afraid that this would get them both in trouble, so for now he was okay with her screaming nonsense in the air.

He moaned against her neck as he released himself inside her, feeling her walls clench around him as she had her second release right after him. He got out of her, collapsing by her side, pulling her closer, her head rested on his chest, hearing the soft sound of his heartbeats when he spoke again.

“Give me a few days, and we will be far away from here. My love for you is bigger than the universe.” She looked at him.

“The universe?” He looked at her, her hair was glued to her forehead and her cheeks were red from the effort.

“Yes, this earth is not big enough to measure how much I love you.” He saw her eyes filling with tears once more that night.

“I love you Azriel, with all I am.” She kissed his chest, feeling the sleep wash over her body, making her close her eyes, a smile on her lips as she fell asleep with him still holding her close.

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“AGAIN?” The woman yelled, pacing around the room, her fingers were shaking with rage, that damned bastard, he wouldn’t stop until he ruined his family’s name. It wasn’t enough that the King had the nerve to make his mistress’ baby a prince, the boy was trying his best to ruin everything.

“What should we do, mother?” Marvin, the oldest asked, he had a couple of ideas in mind, what he could do to that bastard.

“Since the little princeling won’t learn, maybe that whore will, do whatever you want to her.” She said, dismissing her sons, her blood boiled inside her veins, she needed to get rid of him.

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Meet me in my chambers tonight.- Azriel

She read the note he slipped into her pocket again, his fancy handwriting, it wasn’t often that she got to go to his private room, always choosing to meet in her’s or in a more secluded place, but she dismissed the weird feeling in her belly and how heavy her chest felt.

She rubbed the soap on her skin one more time, scrubbing it until it was pink from the pressure, she always wanted to look her best to him, so she brushed her hair and dressed in her best dress, a green one, with a square neckline, it wasn’t much since the servants didn’t make enough to afford luxury dresses but it was the prettiest one she owned.

She walked in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating the way to his chambers, she took a deep breath, fixing her dress before she knocked on his door, but the knock never happened as someone held her from behind, pressing their large hand over her mouth, her whole body went still, she was in panic, not thinking straight, so she didn’t resist as they took her through the holloways and down the stairs, to one of the cells in the basement.

Everything smelled like dust, and the temperature dropped significantly as they tied her to a chair, her mind raced as she tried to distinguish the two hooded figures, one of the males was taller than the other, and the one on the left was holding a torch.

“Please, let me out.” She cried, the fat tears streamed down her face, she was shaking in fear. The taller male approached, removing his hood, she gasped in surprise when Prince Marvin stood in front of her.

“Don’t cry princess.” He said, his voice laced with disgust as he rubbed her cheek harshly, wiping the tears from her face. “It will be quick, for us.” He smirked, the devilish smile on his face made her body go limp, she would die and there was nothing she could do.

The second man, Prince Elijah, approached, unlacing the rope from around her wrists and forcing her arms forward, he made her sit on her knees, with her hands extended to him, he slowly undressed her, leaving her bare in front of them, claiming that a nice dress like that shouldn’t be ruined by a whore like her.

Her mind was numb, to the point that she wasn’t even registering the pain in her back as Marvin used all his strength to whip her back, the warm blood was everything she was feeling, even the tears had stopped as she accepted her fate, not able to fight back for her life, she closed her eyes, thinking about him.

Her skin was torn apart, big cuts on top of each other, and the cold breeze stung, making her whole naked body shiver. Elijah approached her, dropping a liquid in her hands, the smell of alcohol filled her senses and she started to panic again.

They were going to burn her, alive. She started to move her head, looking desperate when she heard the two men laugh, they were evil, sadists, they were having fun with her being tortured.

“That is what you get…” Marvin said, lighting a match, and holding it close to her hands. “For thinking you’re good enough to lay your filthy hands on royalty.” And he dropped the match.

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The music from the orchestra was nice, the melody traveled through the room, capturing the hearts of those who listened to it, she moved her feet, soothing the urge to dance, to join those on the dancefloor, she held the tray filled with fancy drinks as she walked around the room, people would pick drinks without even looking at the small woman serving them, yet she felt observed, a pair of hazel eyes watched her all night long, Prince Azriel was the youngest son of the King, she blushed under his attentive gaze.

Some flashes of reality mixed with the dream she was stuck on, she could hear people calling her name, things falling, but the music, the melody from the day she met him called her attention, snatching her back to the dreamland, where she revived all those moments by his side, where she loved him and he loved her back, with all the intensity of their love.

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“What happened?” He demanded again, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair.

“We found her like this in the gardens.” One of the servants said, avoiding the Prince’s gaze, he was almost crying as he saw her, her forehead covered in sweat, her hands, her beautiful hands, burned, the skin had fallen in some points, and in other parts it was like the skin angrily patched itself together, in a way to remind her what she went through. Her back was also destroyed, he was disgusted with the cruelty, the servants did the best they could.

She was supposed to meet him two days ago, and he also hadn’t seen her around the castle anymore, when he went to her chambers he found her lying there, destroyed. He had a gut feeling telling him that it was all his fault if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be like this now, so he didn’t care anymore, he stood by her side all day, missing all of his obligations, she was the only thing that mattered to him. They were able to manage her fever, but she hadn’t awake yet, and he got more worried as the days passed, he couldn’t lose her, he wouldn’t survive.

She only woke up two weeks later, everything was painful, she adjusted her eyes to the sunlight that entered from her window, her whole body was in pain, she looked down, at her hands, remembering how they glowed as the flames burned her skin, she couldn’t stop the disgusted scream that ripped through her lips, she looked awful. The tears came, making her eyes burn, the door was open and someone got in.

“Hey love, it’s me.” Azriel spoke, holding her face. “Breath, please.” He asked and she did as he asked, taking her time to calm down, she could see him now, his worried and tired eyes, like he haven’t been sleeping properly in days. “You’re awake.” He said, she lifted her hands, just to quickly lower them back to their original position, she couldn’t touch him, he must think she looked like a monster now.

“What are you doing here, they will catch you.” She said, what would his family do to him?

“They know i’m here, they cannot make me leave.” He slowly pulled her in for a hug. “I thought i had lost you.” He went to kiss her but she turned her head to the side.

“Thank you for taking care of me Prince Azriel.” He rose an eyebrow, looking confused. “But you can’t stop pretending now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you find me disgusting, I look horrible, deformed.” She looked at her hands, feeling the urge to cry again.

“You look just as beautiful as the first time I saw you, scarred or not, nothing can change that.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Everything is ready if you still want to run away with me.”

“Really?” She looked at him, hope shining in her big eyes.

“We can go tomorrow night.” She nodded, inclining her head until she connected their lips, he smiled as they parted. “We’re going after our happiness, my love.”

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With the care they have given to her, the skin on her back had closed, leaving ugly scars behind, her hands were healing still, it was painful to move but at least she could still close her fingers, for a miracle the mobility was still there. Her colleagues helped her bath and dress, the wagon Azriel had paid to take them out of the castle was ready with a few things and a lot of money from his personal business.

“Thank you all for helping me, I'm forever in debt with all of you.” She thanked the females in her room, they carefully hugged her, wishing her a better life. Azriel was waiting for her in the wagon, a smile across his lips as they climbed in, they were going to the nearest port, get a ship to the other side of the country, and never be bothered again by his family, he asked if she remembered who had harmed her but she pretended to have forgotten if he went after justice who knows what they could do to him.

The wagon suddenly got to a stop, and Azriel swallowed dryly, someone yelled outside, and the two tensed. The door was yanked open, and Marvin was on the other side, a sword pointed to them, Azriel looked at him.

“Get out.” He demanded. “NOW!” They did as they were told, the memories of what happened in that cell made her dizzy, and the tears gathered in the corner of her eyes once more.

“What is this Marvin?” The man didn’t answer, still making them walk to the front of the wagon where guards stood, Elijah was there too, mounted on a horse, and in the middle was the Queen, an evil smirk as she looked them up and down.

“You dumb whore.” She said bitterly. “What my sons did wasn’t enough to stop you, greedy bitch?” Azriel looked at his brothers and then at the scars on the hands of his lover, realization washed over him and he turned around, his fist connecting with Marvin’s cheek, making his head fly in the other direction, giving him enough time for Azriel to grab Y/N and try to rush. “Not so fast.”

More guards appeared from behind the wagon, pointing their swords at the couple.

“I’m fucking tired of dealing with you, you bastard. It’s a shame that Prince Azriel was killed during a robbery. So sad.” She laughed, waving her hand in the air, the woosh was quick, but Y/N was quicker, her body protecting Azriel as the arrow pierced her heart, she choked on blood and Azriel screamed in agony.

“Please, please love, stay with me. I won't survive without you.” He said, she lifted her hand, the scarred skin caressing his cheek one more time, her eyes widened with terror and Azriel felt someone grabbing his hair, and the cold blade on his neck.

“I love you, My prince.” She breathed. He looked down, not caring about the sharp blade on his neck, the blood was already pouring from the wound.

“I love you and i will find you, in another life. We will have the happiness we deserve. Promise me you will wait for me.” She smiled, her teeth stained red from the blood.

“I-i-i p-pro-prom..” She didn’t have the time to finish, as her head fell limply in his lap, the smile still adorning her beautiful face as he watched her die. The tears fell from his eyes, and he closed them, seeing her one last time, she would be waiting for him, and he wouldn’t stop searching for her. Marvin moved the sword, slitting his throat open, his body fell, with her still on top of him. In his last breath he knew he would see her again.

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briar-ffxiv · 2 months ago

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FFXIV Write #09 - Lend an Ear

FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

Prompt #9 - Lend an Ear

TW: There is some mention of a dead animal and skinning/cleaning/cooking humanely hunted meat so be warned if that bothers you! It is not descriptive though!

Briar hummed softly as he pushed the skeins of wool into the large wooden tub. It was full of a murky dye that was careful not to touch with his hands. He'd learned last time the 'dangers' of woad so this time it was a smooth stick used to push and stir the wool, making sure it was thoroughly saturated. Once satisfied, he left it be, turning his attention to another tub.

This one held dye from nettles, mixed with a bit of iron, which would result in a lovely grey-green the half-Elezen was fond of. A clean stick was used to push more wool in, pausing to brush his hair out of his face with a forearm. So focused was Briar on his task that he nearly jumped out of his skin when something thumped heavily to the ground behind him.

He spun, ears up and eyes wide. He stared momentarily at the dead stag before looking up at the thick-muscled Viera near it. As always, Liokki looked half-feral with worn armour, smudges of dirt, and his hair full of twigs and leaves. The wary tension he almost always had only added to the impression of something wild. The Viera shifted a bit, toe-claws digging into the soil as he regarded Briar.

"Good morning, Liokki," Briar said softly. "I wish you wouldn't scare me like that," he noted without venom, moving to examine the stag.

"Ya should be alert," the Viera grumbled in a deep, raspy growl of a voice that saw little use.

"I only hear you when you wish it," Briar said, gently running his hand over the stag's pelt. The antelope was a handsome one with fine horns and a sleek coat, although a glance showed a knee that was injured. Likely the reason Liokki had culled it. The former Wood-Warder made a habit of trying to only take beasts that were weakened or injured, mostly to die anyway.

Briar half-expected Liokki to head back into the woods. The old Viera did not seem to crave company, at least often. So he was surprised when Liokki twitched an ear toward him and grunted. "I'll help you clean it."

Briar blinked but didn't argue, just nodding. He checked the dyes, but they would be fine for a while. They needed to sit anyway. With Liokki's help, the deer was quickly dressed and skinned, the meat broken down and moved to hang in the curing shed at the back of his little cottage. It had taken only a little more than an hour with help and Briar now had a fine cut of venison in his kitchen too.

"Will you stay for supper?" the half-Elezen asked, ear perking as he looked up at Liokki again as he headed back to check his dyes.

Liokki seemed to consider a moment before nodding, watching with interest as Briar eased the wool out of the buckets. Putting on gloves, he squeezed the excess out, admiring the change of the woad from pale to green to a deep blue. He was moving to the nettle dye when the Viera spoke again.

"Can you make red?"

"Red yarn, you mean?" Briar asked as he hung up the other wool. "Of course… What kind of red?"

"Bright."

Briar frowned in thought as he finished arranging his wool to dry. "Madder makes a very good red… Did you want some wool or--"

"Leather," Liokki said, amber-brown eyes looking at Briar.

The half-Elezen tilted his head thoughtfully. "I could use the deerskin you just brought. It would take a little while, but--"

Liokki fidgeted a moment. "Can you make it soft? The leather?" he grunted.

"Of course," Briar said slowly, green eyes suddenly narrowing a little. "…Who is this for? You don't wear red."

Liokki's ears flicked back and his jaw tightened stubbornly as he looked away. Briar frowned, folding his arms and waiting. He noticed the big Viera looking down at his often ragged nails, catching a hint of glitter before Liokki also crossed his arms, stamping one foot slightly in a very hare-like display of irritation.

"…Do you want something for E'mal, Liokki?" Briar asked, lips starting to curve in a small smile.

The Viera just grunted loudly, but his short pale tail twitched back and forth, perking up a bit in a display of excitement. Briar pressed a knuckle to his mouth to keep from chuckling. "I see," he said softly instead. "All right. Give me a sennight or so and I will make sure you have some soft, red deerskin, Liokki."

Briar took a breath and blew it out, trying not to smile too much. He was very much ignoring the fact that the insides of Liokki's ears were pink as the Viera slanted him a look. "Now, since you are staying for supper, is there anything in particular you would like?"

"Rice maybe?" Liokki allowed a hopeful note into his voice.

"That sounds perfect. I have some wild rice that would be lovely with it," Briar said, patting the Viera's thick arm gently as he walked by. "Would you also like some mushrooms perhaps? I know they are a favourite."

Liokki nodded, ears finally rising as he trailed behind Briar toward the cottage to start the meal in question. He paused to glance at the dye buckets again and his tail gave an excited little wiggle before he turned to catch up with Briar.

E'mal belongs to @midnightmagicks!

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #character: briar redfeather #character: liokki the hunter #my writing

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itsaash · 1 year ago

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O'Knutzy Week! Prompts: Bucket hat & Summer Vacation

I'll be posting parts making up one story each day this week! It's a cubs au where Finn's spending the summer at his parent's house in the Hamptons and Leo is their private chef. yes, inspired by those amazing tiktoks. Logan will be revealed tomorrow 😏

Characters by @lumosinlove, for @oknutzyweek2023

Part 1

It was a day of full July heat, the kind of day that promises a summer full of sunshine, and you can already smell the sunscreen and salty air. Finn and Leo were sitting outside eating dinner, Leo had laid out a large wooden cutting board covered with the fixings to make world class sandwiches. He had arranged the meats, cheese, sourdough bread, fresh rolls, and chopped vegetables in a beautiful rainbow across the tray. It had been entirely too hot to even consider turning on an oven.

As was their way on these long hot days of summer vacation in the Hamptons, Haley and Ramsey had eaten earlier, and then they spent most evenings at some friend’s or another, returning to the city most weekdays. Finn and Leo tended to eat together a bit later in the evening, so the temperature had blessedly gotten down a few degrees. Nevertheless, they sat in the garden under an umbrella, the shade surrounding them and the smell of the evening flowers beginning to fill the air. Finn always had a book (or ten) to work through editing and he had been spending his days moving with his laptop and piles of manuscripts from one place to another, working in every corner of the property as his attention ebbed and flowed. But on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, mysteriously the best work spots seemed to always be in sight of the kitchen. Those were the days Leo was there.

Leo had been working for Finn's parents for a few years now, in the city and at the Hamptons house. But Finn had been away at school and he had only met Leo a few weeks ago when he came home for a summer in the Hamptons. Leo was tall, taller than Finn even, his hair a bleached golden blonde and sky blue eyes that reflected the summer sky. Today, despite the shade of the umbrella, Leo also had a bucket hat perched on his head, mostly blue, with designs of nebulas and stars and space decorating it. Just the ends of his blonde hair curled out the bottom of the hat, and Finn’s eyes darted from Leo’s eyes to those teases of hair and back again approximately every minute.

Having Leo around was both a motivation and a distraction for Finn. He lived for the time in the afternoon when Leo would sit down, taking a break after cleaning up lunch and before he needed to start making supper. Knowing that was basically the only time of the day that Leo would stop was quite an effective motivator for Finn. He would make sure that he had done as much as he could in the morning so he could coincidentally have those hours free too. They had gone for walks, sat in the shade and read together, or sometimes Finn pretended to do his work and really covertly watched Leo make his elaborate grocery lists. Because the food Leo made was nothing less than amazing.

This Sunday night, Finn was finishing his turkey on sourdough, the tang of the bread combining perfectly with some sort of perfect sandwich sauce that Finn suspected Leo had made himself. The flowers were all in bloom and the trees were the bright green that they got after the spring rains. It was glorious. Finn felt a tether between his heart and this place, this property that he had been coming to since he was a kid. But there was something new growing in his heart too … and it seemed to bloom on the weekends. He doesn’t want it to end. They switched to a fruit pie with cream and sure the food was great, but it wasn’t only the call of his taste buds that prompted Finn to jump.

“Hey, um, Leo?”

“Mmm?”

“I know this is kind of weird, of course you can say no, you wouldn’t have to cook at all! But would you want to stay this week? We can just… hang out?”

Leo paused, gazing at the big brown eyes looking up at him so hopefully.

“Oh, um, that’s real nice of you Finn! But my … boyfriend is expecting me back in the city.”

Finn’s heart skipped about three beats, then raced to catch up. Boyfriend! But, boyfriend.

“Oh yeah! Of course!” There was a long pause as they took bites of their pie. Finn felt disappointment fill his belly even more than the food did. Of course Leo had a boyfriend, he was funny, and sweet, and so gorgeous. Even as beautiful as the property was, he didn’t relish week after week with nothing but his work to keep him company.

“He could come too!”

“Really?” Leo looked up, seeming surprised. “That’s a very kind offer, you don’t have to do that.”

“No really, if you like him, he must be great. And it doesn’t have to be anything else. I just love having you around. I don’t like being alone all week and Alex is barely coming up this summer at all. So, next week, do you want to bring him, and you guys can stay? I promise you don’t have to cook a single thing.”

A smile blossomed over Leo’s face as Finn rambled at high speed.

“Well, he is actually on summer holiday right now. He’s a teacher,” Leo said.

Finn perked up. “Wow, that’s so amazing, that’s even better! What’s he teach? I’ll cook, I promise I’m not trying to get extra work out of you.”

“Mmmhhmm, and what do you usually eat during the week then, Finn?” Leo asked, and Finn knew he was caught.

“Well, nothing like you make, obviously. But I couldn’t put you to work here during the week too.”

Leo smiled. “Well, I’d be cooking for myself and working on new recipes at home anyways. I don’t mind making some for you too. But maybe I’ll let you do the cleaning up.”

Finn felt a prickle of excitement tingle under his skin. “I can clean up! Dishes, sweeping, I know where everything goes, I can do that.” They laughed, Finn glanced away at the line of trees in the distance. He was being too eager. He took a breath.

“Well I’ll have to ask Lo, but I’ll message you tomorrow what he says, OK? It really is such a nice offer. I know Lo would appreciate getting out of the city after a busy semester.” Finn nodded eagerly. Lo and Leo. He wanted to spend the summer out here, but most of his friends were in the city. But next week he could have Leo and Lo in his house. He smiled to himself, trying to keep his excitement in check. They finished their sandwiches as the evening melded into the perfect temperature. Finn showed he could be true to his word by helping Leo clean up, happy for the chance to talk, and to plan and hope for what they could do next weekend.

#coast to coast #lumosinlove #o'knutzy #o'knutzy week 2023 #bucket hat #summer vacation #hamptons house #chef Leo #food

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invisibleraven · 3 months ago

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keeping a calendar for all their appointments in the kitchen for the GPP please?

At first there was only Alex, Luke, and Reggie, which made scheduling easy. They lived together, worked together at gigs, and dated each other, so dates were a given.

But then, Julie and Willie came along, increasing their polycule. With Julie came Flynn, who brought Carrie, who eventually brought in Kayla. Suddenly three became eight, and it became a lot harder to keep everything straight.

Julie was the one who declared they needed to have everything posted somewhere they could all see, and Flynn designed the calendar that took up almost the whole wall of the kitchen. Even colour coded it and made it easy to edit because with eight different people, plans tended to change.

Take today for example; Alex was trying to coordinate his own dentist appointment, Reggie's volunteer shift at the animal shelter, Carrie and Kayla doing choreo, Luke and Julie doing vocals, and the dates that Flynn and Willie had with different partners that evening.

"We need another car."

"We have three!" Julie stated. "And neither Flynn or Willie can-or allowed to- drive."

"I can bike to the shelter," Reggie offered.

"And we can drop Luke and Julie off on our way," Carrie offered.

"I need someone to drive me to the dentist," Alex explained. "I'm not supposed to drive after novocaine."

"Aren't you only getting a cleaning?" Kayla asked.

"Your point?"

"How about I drop you and Willie off, and he can make sure you guys get home via bus or Uber?" Reggie offered.

"Willie and Flynn are on chores duty today," Willie said remorsefully. "Which sucks because high Alex is hilarious."

"I'll bring you Alex," Julie stated. "We have the studio all day, and Luke had to get his vocals down first, an hour won't hurt me."

"Thanks Jules."

Flynn turned to Willie. "Rock paper scissors for laundry over dishes?"

"No way," Willie chuckled. "You cheat. Also I did the dishes last time it was our turn."

"Yeah but you also can't sort laundry for shit," Alex teased. "Case in point, all my now pink shirts."

"You like pink!"

"Yeah, but I don't need my whole wardrobe to be the same shade of Easter egg."

"Okay!" Carrie yelled, sick of their bickering. "Flynn sorts, WIllie dries the dishes. Divide and conquer right?"

"You're so smart babe," Flynn stated, kissing her sweetly.

"Save the compliments for our date tonight," Kayla teased. "Now, we gotta go, because Amber and Sienna have classes this afternoon."

"Later!" Luke called as they left, then grabbed his guitar case. "Okie dokie boss, let's hit the road. Lex you ready to go?"

"I just gotta brush my teeth," Alex replied.

"Don't forget to floss!" Reggie called after him. "It's my night to do supper, any suggestions?"

"Not pizza," Julie requested.

"Mac and cheese?" Luke asked.

"Carrie and WIllie are vegan this week and Lex can't do dairy, so I might have to do a few different batches, but sure," Reggie replied.

"Have fun with the puppies cariño," Julie said with a kiss. "DOn't bring one home."

"One day I'm gonna wear you down and say yes to pets," Reggie sighed.

"Maybe when we have millions and more room," Julie replied.

"If we ever have millions I'm getting a horse," Reggie stated.

"Oh god if you start singing your country song I'm gonna retch," Luke grumbled.

Reggie grinned, and then both he and Julie started singing Home Is Where My Horse Is, with Luke running out to the car, Alex coming down to find them giggling madly.

"I don't wanna know. I'm gonna go kick Luke out of the passenger seat."

They all said goodbye, leaving only Flynn and Willie left. She turned to him and grinned. "So... rock paper scissors for the dusting?"

#filled prompts #ficlet #the greater polyphantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms

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victorluvsalice · 1 month ago

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-->And then it was Family Dinner Time! I had everyone head down to the kitchen (Victor and Smiler taking advantage of their teleports, while Alice super-speeded and Marm hovered), then Alice and Victor each grabbed a plate of turkey while Smiler had some plasma fruit and Marm sat at the table, just happy to be included. XD Everyone proceeded to have a lovely chat over supper, with Victor expressing his thankfulness to Smiler and Alice hers to Victor while one of the cats snoozed nearby. :) I do love it when I can coordinate some proper family time for this lot!

After two plasma fruits and some invigorating conversation, though, Smiler decided they wanted to go dance to their radio again – as everyone was pretty much done with the grand meal, I allowed this and sent Marm to play yet more chess while Alice and Victor shared a few final words over the last bites of their supper. Victor finished first and transportalated upstairs to have a shower and hit the sack, while Alice gobbled down the rest of hers werewolf-style and got put on plate-cleaning duty. I then checked in on Smiler and decided to have them check the latest video trends – which just so happened to include singing videos. An idea sparked in my mind, and I turned to their streaming drone –

And then realized “oh hey, there’s a battery upgrade on here I never finished.” So I had them start that first –

-->Only for them, and everyone else, to get interrupted by the house making spooky noises. *grumbles* I think that’s my least-liked part of living in a haunted house – the fact that every time it makes a noise, every Sim stops what they’re doing to freak out. You’d think they’d just get used to it after a while! *shakehead* Though I suppose I should check to see if any of them have the “Brave” trait – maybe that would help?

-->Anyway – once everyone was done having their “what was that??” moment, they all resumed their activities as per my directions. Alice cleaned up the plates, then let out a somber howl to reduce her Fury before heading to the barn to cut the amethyst she had on her into a spire so she could charge it and help her and Victor recover their energy sleeping even faster; Victor watched the fish in his and Alice’s bedroom for a bit before heading back to bed; and Marm went and took a nap on one of the front porch couches (I was like “sir, your charge need is BARELY DEPLETED”). And Smiler finished the battery upgrade on their drone before stowing it in their inventory –

And then flew into their party barn loft area to set up a recording of them singing some pop music on their big-ass karaoke machine! :D Because what the hell, I thought it was fun. :) I left them powering out the tunes while I peeked in on the others –

-->And found that Alice had once again decided showering in the rain was better than doing what I’d told her to do. I huffed and had her go back in and resume her spire…

And then promptly had to send her out again because her werewolf instincts were insisting she be outside, whoops. Which was fine, because as it turned out, shortly thereafter the house made MORE spooky noises, and everyone was knocked out of their current activities AGAIN. *rolls eyes* Once the freakouts were once again over, I had Alice go back to cutting her spire while sending Marm to play more chess (had to get him up to Logic level 3 for his aspiration) and Victor to start a new song on the piano (I’d had him scrap the old one because I was half-sure it was bugged). Smiler I just had end their video (I mean, when the house itself is commenting on your karaoke, it’s time to stop), then head back to their room to load it into the video editing station for, well, editing. XD They got through the initial edits and adding effects (while I tried and failed to have them do some last-minute “Being Thankful” with Victor to quickly fulfill that tradition – for some reason, they kept insisting they couldn’t teleport into the study in bat-form) –

And then Harvestfest ended, and with it, the playsession! I wrapped up with everyone having had at least a DECENT holiday (Victor, Alice, and Smiler all got “Awesome,” while poor Marm got “Over” because they could only fulfill two of the traditions – you’d think a Servo would just ignore the “Grand Meal” one because, well, SERVO, but nope! But he was happy enough to ignore the “Decorate” tradition because he’s Lazy, go fig), and Alice having successfully created her amethyst spire, getting up to level 4 of the Gemology skill in the process, nice. :) I put that on the grid to charge, sent her to bed, and left it there!

And that is that! Whew – long session to be sure, but a good one, I feel. :) Next time, we clean up the last of the mess left by those damn gnomes (who at least all ended up back in the greenhouse where I can easily move them back to where they should be), and get ready for another food sale, this time in good old Copperdale! See you then!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #marm l iser #I was actually quite pleased to be able to properly coordinate that family dinner #I think it helped that I had two nice place settings left on the table #meaning that Victor and Alice sat exactly where I wanted them to sit #add in that Smiler was happy enough to drink some plasma fruit in their seat and that Marm probably likes sitting because he's lazy #and it ended in a delightful little family scene :)#it's sweet when the Sims actually cooperate with you for five minutes #...and then of course the house started being a little bitch *sigh*#I'm not going to turn off the Haunted House Residential because it's not usually THAT annoying #(especially now that we don't have Guidry hanging around all the time)#but yeah bit tired of the house making noises and startling Sims #you've lived here for AGES both in Sim time and the real world #you should know your house is Like That sometimes #ah well it probably made for an interesting ending to Smiler's music video XD #kinda wish the drone had recorded them from a different angle #but then again we never see the videos ourselves soo #hopefully their adoring fans enjoyed it!#queued

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himbos-hotline · 11 months ago

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Yes, the title is from history makers.

Dancing on the blades, you set my heart on fire.

DAY: 3-> "If you don't have gloves, you can just hold my hand." WARNING: child neglect, implied/refrence child abuse, food, FANDOM: AEW [professional wrestling SHIP: Kenny Omega/”Hangman” Adam Page” WC: 1444 words AU: The highschool AU

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Kenny has had the same skates since he was fourteen. He picks at the leather that scuffs up on the heels and he sits in his room, tongue pressed between his teeth as he trades the blades off his feet, hands careful as he screws them back into place. He rethreads the laces, licking his fingers to press the fraying strands back together and wraps them tighter around his fingers. He packs them carefully into a case, smiling gently as he zips it closed. He rubs stray fleckles of leather and small balls of cotton padding off his lap and tucks them safely into the gap under his bed.

He's quiet until Don comes home.

Kenny listens to the way Don's shoes knock against the door and he swallows a little, fingers gripping slightly tighter around his controller. He pauses his game, drops the controller on his bed and scrambles to stand on the top of the stairs, blinking down as Don walks through the house, footsteps heavy enough that Kenny can almost see the lava growing between the spaces of the floorboards. He grips slightly at the handlebar and swallows. Everything is easier if Kenny pretends if its a video game, he pretends that Don is the final boss, standing in the kitchen at the end of the hall. He counts the beats of his heart, pretending they're lives rising just above his head.

He takes a deep breath, presses his feet against the top step. "Kenneth, what have I told you about leaving your dirty shoes on the floor? We have a shoe rack for a reason?!" Kenny wobbles a little on the stairs when Don yells, he's long since learned to repress the urge to flinch when it happens.

"I had to replace my skates..They were getting too dull.." Kenny keeps his voice calm and small, scrolling through the dialogue options in his mind. "I can't win if I can't stop. You want me to win."

"I also want my house clean."

Kenny sighs, keeping his sneakers in his line of sight. He traces the faded logo and remembers just fast he ran when they cushioned his feet during PE classes. "Yes uncle Don."

"My house is important, more important than whatever little hockey thing you have going on. Clean the mess up." Kenny closes his eyes and spends the hour until lunch, breathing in chemicals strong enough that he imagines it bleaching his curls, whenever they fall over his face. He emptys the bucket down the drain in the backyard and sits at the dinner table, itching at his palms until Don returns from the living room. "See, that wasn't that hard was it? See, even someone like you can understand how important it is to keep a clean house."

"Yeah, I know.. tidy house, tidy mind.." Kenny smiles when Don nods, ruffling his hair. It hurts, only a little.

They don't talk until supper. Kenny brings it up slowly, twisting a stray curl between his fingers. "Uncle Don?" Kenny times his worlds with the scraping of Don's knife against the plate. "I uh..Need a new coat.."

"I got you one last year." Don replied dryly, eyes flicking over Kenny's face. "Remember? You met that kid there. The weird one with the blond hair." He shakes his head again, picking at the gaps between his teeth with his fork. "I don't like you hanging out with him. He's a bad influence."

Kenny furrows his eyebrows when Don looks away, making sure his face flatters out quickly when Don looks up, stabbing his knife in Kenny's general direction. "I'm not wasting more money on you kenneth, you're not even my kid." Kenny lets his eyes drop to the table, picking at the hole in the wood with his nail. "Why do you want a new coat anyway?"

"There's holes in the pockets and the zippers broken..we got it in the summer uncle Don." Kenny smoothes his palms out over the table, closes his eyes and whispers. "It's winter now...I'm cold. The other kids laugh at me." Don settles his cutlery down and Kenny flinches, shifting back into his chair. He spends the rest of the night, thumbing bruises out against his thighs.

It barely hurts in the morning but Kenny wears sweatpants to school anyway. He settles everything into his backpack and remembers to put his sneakers on outside so they don't ruin Don polished floors. He tosses his coat around his shoulders and wraps it tightly around him, trying to keep his chest protected from the cold. The walk to school is long and lonely and Kenny pretends that it's an adventure game. He picks up stones buried under the snow, letting the chill press into his palms and he smiles. The cold is sad and unforgiving and a cruel mistress but Kenny simply tucks his head down under her glare and pretends that the wetness of his socks in his sneakers and the frostbite at his cheeks are simply kisses from beyond the grave. He stands in the canteen, shaking snowflakes off the ends of his curls and stamping feeling back into the ends of his toes.

Matt's the first one to find him, sprinting at him from the end of the corridor and Kenny chuckles. "Hey Matty, Nick!" He waves at the Jackson boys and watches as their small gang of friends gather in the stairwell opposite the science labs. "You got a new coat?" Kenny asks, pretending not to be jealous of the way there's beads of sweat slowly gathering against Matt's forehead. "Yeah, Ma got it for me. She thinks the snows not gonna let up until christmas." Nick tells Kenny, peeling an Orange for Adam who sits on the bottom step, scrolling through his phone a little distractedly. "Arent you cold?"

"Me? Cold? Pfft-" Kenny laughs his envy away, "You grow outta being cold when you do hockey."

"Ya can't grow outta being cold." Adam says, a lopsided smile on his face as the others laugh around them. He splits the orange into segments, handing them out between their small group. "It just happens..." He shrugs a little, leaning back against the steps. "Are you going to the Christmas fair tomorrow?" He asks, pocketing his phone.

"Yeah we gotta go." Matt says, pointing between him and his brother, picking the pith off his orange before eating it. "Jay's running some kinda stall with ma and dad."

The small group makes a small interesting sound, Adam looks up from his position on the bottom step and frowns, watching Kenny shrink into the thin fabric of his coat. The bell rings above them and the small group departs, leaving Adam and Kenny, sitting alone cleaning up orange peel off the stairs before the rush of students leave for their first period class. "Are you not going tomorrow?"

Kenny shakes his head, dropping his handful of orange peel into the pocket on the front of his backpack. "I cant..." "But you're in charge of the hockey team, why aint ya going..they're gonna have an ice skating rink...that's basically made for someone like you!" Adam untangles his backpack straps and tilts his head, following Kenny up the stairs.

"I uh.." Kenny glances over at Adam and picks at his palm, biting down on the inside of his cheek. "I uh..don't have a ticket yeah!" He smiles nervously and Adam shakes his head, patting Kenny on the back.

"Mama picked up a spare in case I lost mine..you can uh...have it if you wanna?" Adams rubbed his nails against the rough fabric of his backpack straps. "Maybe you could teach me how to skate."

Kenny smiles a little at the thought, pressing his shoulder against Adam's as the two of them wander the half empty corridors. "Okay..."

He watches Adam pause outside his classroom smiling softly. "If you uh...don't have gloves..you can just hold my hand..or I can bring you some spares..mama makes them every winter-" Blood paints Adam's cheeks just under his skin and Kenny chuckles, stepping closer to bravely kiss the apples of his cheeks pinter.

"I'd like that. It's a date."

Adam nods, chuckling a little. "Yeah...I'd like that too."

The last bell rings and Adam pushes the door open to his English class, waving at Kenny shyly through the glass window.

Kenny comes home earlier than normal. He untucks his skates from under his bed and hugs the bag close to his chest. Tomorrow he will wear them, with their cracked leather and too-snug padding, on the best date of his life.

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Tagging: @katries @jacedoe @debbiechanclub @12daysofchristmas

#12daysofchristmas2023 #hagnkenny #hangmega #last call #kenny omega #hangman page #the elite #mouse writes

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lootsofathousandsworld · 1 year ago

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Life of a Pirate Chpt 6

Shit its been like....eternity since I posted a new Chpt :')

Anyway here's the new chpt! :D

Hope you all enjoy and sorry for any grammer errors.

Ash's POV

“Alright men supper’s over. Get back up the deck!” I overheard Billy shout. I turned my head and saw he was standing by the door, with a cigar in his claws.

Many crews left the table without hesitation, and some did not even finish their supper. Wanting to be the last person to leave, I waited for all men to leave first. After they're gone, I get up from my table and begin to head my way toward the exit.

But when I was about to pass Billy. He stops me.

"Not you, cabin girl,"

"What?" I blinked. He points back and I glance over and see many dirty dishes stacking and a few left on the table with leftover supper that few men didn't finish.

Seeing where this is leading, I bit my lips to hold my tired groaning.

"But this will take me all night,"

Billy only rolls his eyes at my complaint. "And I suggest you get your pretty little ass workin'",

"Can I at least start doing them tomorrow?" I asked. "I'm still sore from mopping all day,"

He only looks at me deadpan after he lit his cigar with a match." If you're this tired, I can let you go and sleep below deck with men. And I'm sure they'll be impatient to see ya get undressed."

I was shocked to hear those words coming out of his mouth. Changing my mind fast, I spoke. "On second thought, I’ll get the dishes going."

"Good choice," Billy nodded and inhaled his cigar, and blew smoke out from his mouth. I used my hand to get some smoke out of my face.

"I expect most of them done by tomorrow, before breakfast. No slacking," When Billy left me alone with a mess of dishes I let out a huff.

"Well it's better than being around with perverts all night," I walked back over to the sink and started taking the dishes out. Almost gagged with the stench invading my nostril again. I force myself to swallow my disgust.

"Yep, not regretting it,"

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Thirds person POV

Early the next morning, the robot grumbled when his soft alarm went off on his compass waking him up. It was soft enough that it didn't wake up his captain. B.E.N gets up tiredly, turns, it off, and hears his captain snoring loudly in his bed.

It was the usual night B.E.N didn’t get much sleep, due to how loud Flint snored. He tried one time to turn off his hearing device to get some better sleep but got into trouble sleeping late. And he never forgets the punishment he received from his captain.

So from that day forward, he never turned off his hearing after that incident. Instead, he sucks it up and goes on his morning routine. He tiredly gets up from the floor and yawns, stretching his robotic arms out.

He drags himself over to the door and quietly opens it. After shutting the door behind him he was welcomed with a light breeze and glazes up at the light blue sky. Despite feeling sleepy, he loved to feel welcomed on a quiet peaceful morning with the sun shining on his metal head. B.E.N smiled and inhaled some fresh air.

"Ahh, what a fantastic way to start this day!" Then his thought came on a woman, wondering if she'd had a good sleep. He suddenly began to worry about where she'd slept. There's no possible way she slept down below with men.

He knows she is safe from the pirate code, but he knows some of these men can not resist going hungry over vulnerable women. He gulped and made his way down the gallery to prepare his captain's breakfast.

But when he entered there he gasped to find a woman sleeping on a table with her arms as her pillow and holding on a kitchen brush.

B.E.N. looked and saw some dishes were cleaned but there were a few more that needed to be washed. As he observes her exhausted appearance, he feels sorry for the fact that Bones has to make her work so much.

He tiptoes over to her and gently uses his hand to shake her shoulder.

"Hey, Ash? Ashy?" He whispered. "Wake up," The woman groans and snuggles her head in her arm to get better sleep. Again the robot shook her shoulder.

"It's time to get up, Ash wake up!" The woman shot her head up in startle after he almost raised his voice a bit,

"Wha?!" The woman gasped. "I didn't do it!" She blinked and looked and saw it was only B.E.N. looking at her in surprise.

"Oh it's you," She sighed in relief and rubbed her eyes.

"Good morning?" B.E.N almost smiles in greet. Ash only yawned in return.

"What time is it?"

"It's close to six a.m.," He answered.

"Fuck seriously?" She grumbled.

The robot tsks at my cussing. "Yep! Most crew wake up this time, it's why they tend to sleep around eight pm. It's pretty much one of the pirate codes,"

Ash groans crankily and lays her head on her arms again," Thanks I'll keep that in mind. Let me sleep ten more minutes." Right when she was about to catch her Z's B.E.N grabbed her shoulders again.

Aw come on Ashy it's the time to get up to start a new day," He made her get her head up and gently pat her cheeks. "One crew member is going to come in here soon to make breakfast. He even added with excitement.

"And I know just the thing to help boost your energy," Ash tiredly watched B.E.N zoom over to the counter and grab some kind of coffee pot.

"Tada! The wonderful Coffee!" He announces proudly. The woman couldn't help to chuckle tiredly at his enthusiastic personality.

"Like it have your coffee double shot?" He winked.

She nodded sleepy. "That would be great. Thank you B.E.N."

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Ash POV

After I had my coffee and breakfast which was the same soup from last night. Billy was disappointed…. no. Irritated with me for not getting many dishes done. So he assigns me to scrub the deck with a brush.

After a couple of hours of scrubbing, I was already sweating through my shirt. Never knew this morning was going to be this hot and humid. Especially when we're sailing across the galaxy. Guess the enteriumn weather works like any other planet. I thought. I stood up sitting to wipe my forehead with my arm to get some sweat off.

But all of a sudden, my stomach begins to feel uneasy. Not understand how I'm starting to feel sick even though I didn't eat anything that upset my tummy. Then I thought maybe it was not agreeing with the food I had eaten. Or else maybe a coffee I might’ve not enjoyed?

Whatever it is I hope it wasn't too serious, like it could be a bug or a fluke that'll pass on. But my stomach was getting much worse the more I tried to work. I think drinking water might help ease this stomach ache.

I slowly got up while doing my best not to throw up. But not knowing where I was going my head bonk on someone's elbow.

"Hey watch where you get up!" I blinked and found three pirates standing resting on the side of the ship.

One of them is some grey furry monkey alien-like with a pink face and was wearing a silky royal blue vest that only shows his chest. His pants were black and puffy with gold ankle bracelets on his bare feet.

The middle one was some kind of weasel strout alien mixed, having one eye patch and his fur was black grey color. Only wears a dirty tan shirt with no sleeves with brown pants.

But the last one got me to swallow nervously. I wasn't sure what he was but I could tell by his nose, he might be some mole alien-like. But his facial is sort of human-like. With his eyes covered with dirty green cloth. And his waist covered in a grey dirty shirt was so skinny it was like if he tried twisting it he'd break apart.

What makes me nervous about his appearance is he looks like a person that you can easily feel sympathy for the way his appearance looks pathetic. But it's also the way it could shield him from showing his true colors.

Infamous and revolting.

I swallowed and spoke lowly, "Sorry," When I tried passing them a blind mole stopped me and glanced at me curious.

"Say, are you be the new crew I am hearing about?"

I answered briefly. "Y-yes now I need to be somewhere." I want to hurry to get a drink or else now a bucket. My stomach was getting to the point where I needed it right now. But this alien mole still won't let go of my arm he asks this question again.

"Whatcha hurry lass? We like to ask a few questions, right boys?" I saw two of them make a slight nod but I could tell by their body language they didn't want to do anything with me. Again I shook my head and tried to get his hand off.

"I told you I'm not interested.." All of sudden I hear a weasel tsk.

"Oh give it a break Pew, she's too chicken to talk to us,

"Excuse me?" I turn sharply at him. "I'm not a chick.."I stop myself when I feel my puke coming to my throat as the ship makes a quick turn.

"A what? A chick?" The monkey smirked. "Is that what you gonna say?"

Without any warning, I hurl all my breakfast and coffee out, right on his silky pants.

My eyes widened and saw the monkey alien looking horrific at his clothing being thrown up while others had disgusted expressions on their face. The monkey then glanced sharply at me in furious.

I swallowed hard. shit, I'm dead.

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You..YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He shrieked. I tried to make a run. But the ape alien was too quick he snatched my hair and made me look down at his pants.

"Look what you did! My pants are ruined!"

"Didn't mean to!" I try to apologize but he yanks my head up to face him again and I can hear other men gather around and chant the word fight. He looks at me deadly and pulls his small dagger out.

"How about I cut ya throat and spill your blood on your shirt?" He had a blade on my throat and I froze in fear to feel a cold steel on my skin. The chant was getting louder as he was about to slice.

But then a hand appeared out of nowhere that didnt belong to any of my captives which caused men to groan in disappointment. The hand belongs to Nicolas. The peacock man I met yesterday at dinner. He pulls the monkey's hand away from my throat and sighs in annoyance.

"Kenji," He begins sternly. "You know if you spill blood, the infection will spread around."

The monkey named Kenji gives him a snort. "I ain't afraid of your germ warning Nic, blood would not affect me."

"Ah, you sure?" I watch him pull something out from his pocket while gripping his hand and adding. "Just to make sure. Let's give you a quick shot for a vaccine." Kenji's face paled to see a needle and did not hesitate to let me go and make Nic release his hand.

"Get that thing away from me!" He and a few others backed away as if that needle was some kind of grenade. I almost snickled at these fearsome pirates who were all afraid of one needle. But my amusement was cut short when Billy walked in

"What is going on here?" The crew was all silent while he scanned around. Soon Billy understood what happened he tsks. "You all know the code. I'm disappointed all of you forgot it." He then sees the mole alien try to sneak away and points.

"Pew!" He barked. The mole named Pew freezes and turns to Billy looking innocent. The turtle alien huffed and muttered.

"I should've known,"

Then Kenji pipes in. "But it's the woman's fault! She.."He shows him a puke stain on his pants. "Look what she had done! My pants are ruined. After looking at his pants he turns to me and I look down in embarrassment.

He hums and looks at Nicolas. "Have her be checked in your surgeon's room. And you three," He glanced at Kenji, weasel alien, and Pew sternly." Come with me. Captain will likely hear your little brawl.

He then finishes looking at the rest of the men, "And the rest of ya shows over! Back to work!" All men scatter away leaving Billy, four men and I standing.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I looked to see Nicolas begin escorting me away from Billy and the rest.

"Alright come on, let's give you a check-up," As I was walking, I turned my head a little and watched three men and Billy walk in another direction. After much trauma, I came to realize the name of the mole alien is Pew, like Blind Pew!

One of the characters from Treasure Island I remember that didnt get mention in this film. And now I see he's part of Flint's crew and I learn he's the most dangerous out of them from all adaptations.

I bite my lips in worry and wonder if I'm able to survive by staying on this ship.

#my fanfiction #treasure planet fanfic #Life of a pirate #B.E.N #Billy Bones #Self insert #self shipping #Ash #Blind Pew #Nicolas #This was pretty much a hardest chapter I had to write :')#but hope you all enjoy reading!

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sallysgrancanwrite · 2 years ago

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Chapter Nineteen

Those nightmares really bothered Chloe the next day at work. She struggled to concentrate and kept messing orders up. Beth had to fix several mistakes for her. She asked Chloe what was wrong but she told Beth she was just tired. She was quiet and withdrawn. She had little to say at supper and had little appetite . After work she spent most of her day reading in her bedroom. Finally Beth and Edith came up to see what was up.

“Chloe, what’s going on? Something has you bothered. Can we help?” asked Edith.

“No, I’m fine, but thank you.“ she replied back

“Now you know that’s bs,” Beth said. “It’s about the wedding isn’t it? Did Michael say or do something? You’ve been like this all day and I had to cover for you.”

“I’m fine, really. “ Chloe snapped.

“Now Chloe, we can see you aren’t. What is it that has you down?” Edith snapped back.

“I’m sorry, it’s just some stupid nightmare that has really got me bothered. In my dreams, everyone of them, Michael is refusing to marry me and laughing at me. It’s unsettling and makes me doubt things. But there’s a feeling of dread or fear around me. It was scary.that’s all.” Chloe wrapped up in a warm blanket on the couch.

“I wish I knew why I get the chills about those dreams,” she said.

“Oh honey,” Edith said, putting her arm around Chloe and holding her. “Being scared and nervous is normal before you get married. You don’t have to worry it’s just a nightmare. I promise.”

“Maybe a piece of good ol’ peach cobbler will help make you feel better.” She snickered.

“You might be right. Let’s go find out. First one gets the biggest piece,” Chloe said as they laughed all the way downstairs. They ran into Bob who stated,

“Well there you go, I was first and I got the biggest piece.”

The two girls just stared at him in disbelief as he walked away chuckling like an old rooster. Not only did he get the biggest piece, he got the last piece.

“Don’t you worry girls,” said Edith coming into the kitchen, “I have something better than peach cobbler, well almost.” She opened the refrigerator and pulled out some home made cheesecake. No one made cheesecake like Edith!

“Cheesecake!” cried both girls. “We love your cheesecake,” they said.

“I’ll get some plates and forks,” said Chloe.

Beth grabbed the coffee and they all sat down.

Chloe took her first bite, “Mmm, this is delicious Edith.”

Doesn’t this help take all that nightmare stuff away

The weeks were flying by and the wedding was getting closer. It was only a couple more weeks.

“Beth can you believe in two weeks I’ll be married?” asked Chloe.

“It seems like just yesterday we were running around having fun. I guess it was bound to end.” Beth stated.

“Beth, we’ll still do things. You’ll see me everyday at work. Not too much will change except my name and address. The one thing that won’t change is me wanting to spend time with you and our strong sisterly bond. That’s forever. Okay.” Chloe responded.

Beth had started to cry. “Thanks, I really did need to hear that.” She told her.

They hugged and got back to checking rsvps so they knew who was coming and how many.

As soon as they were done there they started to make small mints in the shapes of hearts and leaves. This was tedious work. They didn’t always want to come out of the mold so there were mints flying everywhere.

“Perhaps you should have kept the mixture colder, or the wrong food coloring.” said Edith, sitting over there drinking tea.

“You say something now? Well, when I get all these out, wait, I’m taking it all out cleaning the molds and then letting them sit in the refrigerator a little bit longer and see if that helps.” Chloe said.

“We used gel food coloring so I know we got that right. We’ll just let them chill a bit longer.” responded Beth.

In any case, both girls would be happy when the mints were done. While she did mints she went over her to-do list in her head. RSVP’s done, Miss Ruby and the Country Club have been paid. Done, they would do everything the day before for the reception, but they had the menu done, paid for the wedding cake. The cake would be gorgeous. It was 4 tiers with pillars holding up each tier above it. It would have lilacs growing on the pillars and some clusters laying on the cake. with beautiful hand painted and handmade hummingbirds on it. The top would have an arch with small lilac hanging on it and the bride and groom in the middle. Her and Michael chose a strawberry champagne flavor with vanilla buttercream. So everything is coming together nicely.

Tomorrow Chloe had a dress fitting for her wedding gown. She hoped it fit and was as beautiful as she imagined. Beth was her maid of honor and that’s all she needed. Michael asked a young man from out of town that knew him. He seemed very nice. Chloe had decided she wanted both Edith and Bob to walk her down the aisle. They have been there for all her important milestones.

“Beth have you gotten a purple dress yet?” Chloe asked.

“Ah, yes,sorta I did.” She stammered.

“Beth , there are only a couple weeks left!” Chloe panicked. “We’re shopping and getting you one tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am, tomorrow it is.” Beth smiled. She had always been a procrastinator and it drove people crazy. Especially Chloe.

“I’ve been thinking about your bachelorette party Chloe,” said Beth.

“I figured we’d do weekend at the casino and resort by Lake Morgan. What do you think?” Beth waited with some fear of hearing no.

“That sounds like a lot of fun, Beth. Go ahead and set it up for us.” Chloe said excitedly.

“May I ask,” Beth hesitated, 0is Michael going to show up.”

“Listen, I know he usually does but I’ll talk to him and make sure he doesn’t, okay hon?” Chloe tried to convince Beth but not even Chloe was convinced.

The last girls weekend for quite sometime..a very long time.

In a matter of weeks her life would change but some of it would not be for the better.

#original fiction #original story #writeblr

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Four unexpected but beloved surprises: Miraculous Ladybug and the Hobbit crossover part 2.

After the elflings bathed (which they did in pair's) They came out in oversized button up shirts that Bilbo didn't wear anymore with shorts and their hair washed and braided Bilbo smiled at the sight of the squeaky clean elflings who all waddled over to him looking adorable in the slightly oversized shirts.

Bilbo told the children that he will be back because he's going outside to hang their hand washed clothes and have a smoke.

The four young elflings inside looked around the hobbit hole to explore their surroundings "this is like something in a fantasy game, movie or Manga." Nino said his once deep voice now sounding like light bells "Yeah and Mr Baggins is really nice to." Tikki said happily "We should do something nice for him as thank you." Alya said "Yeah we could bake him a cake." Marinette said "Let's do that." Adrien said happily "Alright. Mari makes the best chocolate cake." Trixx said as the children found the ingredients to start baking miraculously not making a mess.

While the cake was baking in the oven they washed the dishes and whipped the counter from the little powder, then started making the frosting.

Bilbo came back into his hole after a good and not interrupted smoke to be hit by a gorgeous smell, following his nose he saw the children take out a delicious looking chocolate cake out of the oven, his baking pans freshly washed and his kitchen still miraculously clean "Your back Mister Bilbo." Mari said excitedly grabbing his hand to lead him to the cake "We baked you a cake. As a thank you." Alya said as she and the boys gently put the cake on the counter to cool down.

Bilbo could feel his mouth water at the sight of the cake.

After tea Bilbo helped the children decorate the cake and took a slice to taste test and he felt himself melt from the savory flavor of the cake "Ohh my this is amazing." He said looking at the children with pleased eyes "You should thank Mari." Adrien said in praise "Yeah Marinette makes the best deserts back in our world, her parents are well known bakers after all." Nino said happily "Well they taught you very well my dear. Let's save this for dessert after supper." Bilbo said happily putting a glass cover over the cake.

That night:

It was finally time for dinner Bilbo had made fish for dinner with help from the children and kwamis of course.

They sit at the table, the children said their thanks and they began to prepare to eat when a knocking was heard.

Bilbo and the elflings looked at the door in curiosity "Are you expecting someone Mister Baggins?" Nino asked while the other three elflings and the kwamis still stared at the door "No one that I know of! You all can start eating." He said getting up to answer the door.

Before they got ready to eat the elflings and Kwamis heard a deep voice speak "Dwalin... at your service." The man named Dwalin said walking into the house and towards them but when he saw them he stopped in his tracks "He never said anything about children." Dwalin said looking down at the little ones fondly until he saw their ears 'how did he get elfling? I thought elves were very protective of they're young.' He thinks to himself looking at the children again but grins upon seeing the untouched fish on the table.

The elflings and Kwamis are in shock seeing a strange man eating Bilbo's fish by the head first "This guy is tough." Plagg said sitting on Adrien's shoulder as the others could only stare until Bilbo walked in but gave them a stern look "Children it is impolite to stare at guest." He scolded making them blush "Sorry." They all said "It's quite alright th-" Dwalin didn't get to finish as a knock was heard "That be the door." He said making the four elflings and kwamis giggle but Bilbo rolled his eyes.

Marinette, Alya, Adrien and Nino along with the kwamis followed Bilbo to the door to reveal on the other side an older man with grey white hair "Balin. At your service." He said bowing "Good evening." Bilbo said "Yes... yes it is though I think it might rain later." He said walking in until he saw Dwalin "I just realized that their names rhymed." Marinette whispered to Alya who nodded "Yeah! I wonder if we'll meet more dwarves with rhyming names." She whispered back "Oh brother." Balin said walking over to Dwalin "By my beard your shorter and wider the last time we meet." He said walking over to the older male with a jar stuck on his hand "Wider not shorter." Balin said as they grabbed each other's shoulders and head butted "That looked painful." Trixx said rubbing his head while everyone else cringed at the feeling.

The two dwarves began heading to Bilbo's pantry while talking and taking out food while Bilbo is trying to talk to them Mari, Adrien, Nino and Alya stand by Bilbo eating some biscuits they managed to grab from the basket while the kwamis ate their own.

Another knock is heard and the four elflings and kwamis can see irritation in the poor hobbit's eyes "poor Mr Bilbo." Trixx said "Your right Trixx. I too would be irritated if uninvited guests suddenly showed up at my door." Alya said to the Kwami of illusion "I can't help but feel like someone is behind this." Tikki said from Mari's shoulder eating the last bite of her biscuit until a knock was heard.

On the other side of the door we're two dwarves that looked alike but one had blond hair and a full beard while the other had dark hair and some stubble "Fili." Said the blond "And Kili." Said the dark haired one "At your service." They said together making the little ones and kwamis laugh "Nope you can't come in." Bilbo said as he is about to close the door Kili stopes it with his foot "What, Has it been cancelled?" He asked making Bilbo confused and jumble his words until they came in and tracked mud.

There are now four dwarves in Bilbo's hole and boy did Bilbo looked like he was going to snap and he's trying to keep his positions from being dirtied and broken by asking the four elflings to hide them in his room.

After they hid the stuff in Bilbo's room the four elflings and kwamis come back to see Bilbo opening the door only to find an avalanche of dwarves dropping at his door and a wizard behind them "Gandalf!" They hear Bilbo say in rage "I have a feeling that this fellow is behind this." Plagg whispered "His hat looks cool." Nino said missing his own hat that fell off his head after Lila impaled them.

The four elflings and Kwamis can only stare in terror with the fact that there were twelve dwarves in total pillaging Bilbo's pantry and taking out things Bilbo doesn't want them touching and he was starting to lose his patience "My dear Bilbo what on earth is the matter?" Gandalf asked Bilbo who looked ready to have a cow.

As Bilbo is complaining about the dwarves to Gandalf the children got their food with help from the dwarves who are surprised that there are elflings in the shire "What are elven children doing in the Shire?" The dwarf named Gloin asked the dwarf Bofur who shrugged "I don't know but they are a cute bunch." He said eyeing the little ones who are happily getting plates for themselves with help from other dwarves. "CHEESE." Plagg said flying over to one of the huge wheels of cheese Bombur had making the dwarves jaws drop "Is that some sort of fairy?" Ori asked in amazement as Gandalf and the dwarves stared in awe "Thank you Plagg, Bravo." Tikki said sarcastically as she, Trixx and Wayzz clapped sarcastically "Well it's only fair if they know too." Adrien said eating a baked potato "I agree with Adrien after all Mr Baggin's knows about you guys plus Hawkmoth and Mayuura aren't around anymore and I doubt there is a bigger threat here." Nino said munching on a chicken leg "They do have a good point." Alya whispered to Marinette "Yeah!" She whispered to the older girl "What are they?" Gandalf asked in surprised awe gently lifting a finger and poking Wayzz a bit "They are Kwamis." Nino said walking into the room with Gandalf's hat on his little head making him look funny and everyone laughed.

Soon everyone was cleaning but while washing the dishes the dwarves sang a very catchy song that the children and kwamis couldn't help but clap along with until a knocking was heard "He is here!" Gandalf said.

Gandalf opens the round green door to reveal one more dwarf that looked like Fili and Kili “Could he be their dad?” Alya asked.

#platonic #the hobbit #the company of thorin oakenshield #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #bilbo baggins #gandalf #middle earth #elflings #good friends #miraculous Lb and Cn #the kwamis

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