#this is my favorite easy and quick fix meal of all times

[peternureyevplsdontbetraythecrew]

don't kill yourself, tuna and sweetcorn with a drizzle of olive oil for breakfast tomorrow okay ?

[peachesofteal]

18+ noncon, Simon drugs you/her, somnophilia

Girl who takes herself to her favorite coffee shop on the corner to post up with her laptop and a latte.

They serve them in those big ceramic mugs she likes. The white ones that seem so wide you could take a bath in them. Filled to the brim with an unbroken layer of foam on top, she always appreciates when the barista takes the extra time to draw her a quick little design. Makes her feel seen, special, almost.

She always sits a corner, headphones in, typing away on whatever it is she’s working that week, barely away of the comings and goings around her.

She doesn’t notice anyone, and no one notices her.

It’s perfect, really.

Until one morning when she attracts the wrong kind of attention.

It starts with the cup being just a tad too full, balancing on its saucer, ceramic trembling in her fingers. The shop is busy, and someone at the long table in the middle fails to look over his shoulder, sliding backwards in his chair to stand. Hot espresso and milk splashes down her chest, her shirt, and she gasps, sizzling pain shocking the breath from her body.

“Oh shit,” the man starts, turning to face her, hands out and frantic. It’s quiet now, eyes in the room fixed on her, watching, waiting, expecting a civilized reaction. They want her to say ‘oh that’s alright, it was an accident’ or ‘no harm no foul, it happens’ something like that, effectively releasing the burden of shame hanging over the perpetrator.

But, alas. She’s not the one.

“Oh shit?” She rolls her eyes. “You just made me spill my fucking coffee all over myself, and your response is oh shit?” If it was quiet in the coffee shop before, it’s pin drop worthy now.

She expects the man to back down. To cower, start stuttering a profuse apology. That, or the other option, the one where they get defensive, enraged, emotions running wild at the idea of being challenged.

The man does neither of these things. He crosses his arms and cocks his head, sizing her up like he forgot to eat dinner last night and she’s his next meal. The hair on the back of her neck stands up. “Are you going to let me finish, little spitfire?” Jesus Christ. She shoots him the nastiest glare she can conjure, then turns on her heels.

Fuck that guy.

Simon likes himself a little spitfire. A little piece of c4 in his hand, his finger on the trigger. Likes a girl with fight in her, one that scratches, that yells.

His cock aches thinking about how she’d howl under him, face screwed up with rage, salty, sweaty slick pooling between her legs. He’d jam his thigh right in that spot, and order her to rub her pussy against the grain of his jeans until she was cumming on them. He wants to hear her gag on his finger as he scratches her tonsils with it, pressing down on her tongue, forcing her teeth wide, testing.

So, of course, he does the thing he knows he’s not supposed to do. He’s got some time, some leave, plenty of time to hunt his prey and set a snare, a rope around her ankle, stringing her up like a pretty precious offering.

She’s got a nice home. It’s small, one story, windows open with the breeze. The curtains wave with the wind, exposing slivers of her living room, kitchen, bedroom. She putters around the house for a while before the lights go dark, noise of the street enough to drown out the sound of his knife surgically cutting an opening in a screen.

Once the window is open, it’s over. There’s no match, no matter how explosive she is, there’s no him vs her. It’s just him, with her underneath, throat clogged by his cock.

Probably not tonight. Tonight, he’s going to peel her free from the top sheet and jab a needle into her ass to push diprivan, enough to keep her loose and sweet, trapped in sleep long after he leaves. She’ll be more than groggy when she wakes again, chalking it all up to some sort of dream.

She takes it so easy too. Doesn’t fuss. Barely stirs when he rubs a hand over the fat of her hips, squeezes the flesh for his needle. She gasps in her sleep, brow furrowed, listlessly drifting away.

The first thing he does is roll her to her back. She sleeps naked, a pleasant surprise, muscles soft as he pushes her knees to her chest, exposing her cunt to his hungry eyes. He’s only supposed to look, to inspect, but he can’t help pulling a glob of spit from his cheeks to the tip of his tongue, letting it drip down in a long drop, oozing onto her clit.

“Pretty pet.” He murmurs, gloved finger stroking through her folds, fingertip barely pushing against her hole, sliding down to feel the tight furl between her cheeks. “Perfect little holes f’me, eh? Tight little things you’ve got.” Maybe she’s never been fucked before. Too much acid in her blood to bend or break for anyone. He buzzes with the idea that no one has ever had a cock, or anything, inside her, and spits again, this time a bigger wad, bubbles and all, thick and viscous. “Let’s check little spitfire.” He presses inside her, working his finger in easy strokes, feeling her walls, the heated clutch of her cunt. There’s resistance there, a flimsy, thin barrier separating him and the rest of her, his chuckle dangerous in the dark. It’s tempting to take it right now, but he’d rather watch her face when it happens so he can see the moment she realizes, when he ruins her, when he rips through her purity and makes her his own.

He unzips his pants, fisting his cock, precum already beaded at the tip and dripping, coating his palm as he pumps. She moans, like she knows somehow. It’s a high pitched, breathy thing, one that rattles his bones. He answers with a thumb on her clit, pressing, circling, still stroking himself, indulging in her shudders, the jerking of her legs as she she climbs to her climax.

He wants it at the same time. Wants to paint her pussy with his cum when she explode into hers, wants to do it together. As he gets close, he works both himself and her furiously, waiting for that moment when her muscles will go rigid and her pussy will flutter.

When it hits, he follows, white spend shooting up over her belly to her breasts, almost too much to be believed. It’s a mess, really, and he doesn’t want to leave her like this. Too obvious.

He takes his time licking her clean, filling his mouth with his own cum, holding it against his teeth, under and over his tongue. He breathes through his nose until he’s satisfied he got it all, and then sticks a thumb between her teeth, prying her jaw wide-

so he can spit it, drool it, into her unsuspecting mouth, letting it drip to the back of her throat, white sticky load of spit and cum coating her tonsils, her teeth, her tongue.

See you tomorrow.

[yourhellishdaddies]

{The Final Straw (18+)}

Adam x GN!Reader

Summary: You just can't take it anymore. You've held it together for as long as you could, but the call of your inner child beckons like a warm towel fresh out of the dryer after a shower. (The first time you regress in front of your boyfriend, Adam. AU where Adam survives the battle against the sinners and the rules are changed to allow sinners to be redeemed.)

[warnings: daddy dom dynamic, fingering, bath sex, oral sex, overstimulation, Adam being Adam]

Your body felt like lead as you dragged yourself home. Today was just not your day. Being an ambassador for all the newly reformed sinners was no easy task, especially with the former exorcists on your ass about it all. Adam, at the very least, had learned his lesson after losing the battle against Charlie and her friends.

You didn't sleep at all last night, and when you did finally manage to fall unconscious, your alarm began to blare in your ears and you had to drag yourself out the door. On your way to work, someone bumped into you and made you spill your coffee all over yourself. When you finally sat down at your desk, your head began to throb, and did so the entire day.

Shutting the door to your apartment, you don't even bother locking it as you kick your shoes off and toss your keys aside. Rubbing your temples, you head straight to the medicine cabinet and take some painkillers, downing a glass of water along with them. All you wanted to do was sit down with some comfort food and watch your favorite show.

As you open the fridge, you hear the front door open and shut, followed by Adam's obnoxious voice cutting through the sweet silence of your home.

"Hey babe, you home? The door was open so I just let myself in."

You turn, sighing, and call out to him.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen."

Adam, bless his heart, was still learning how to respect your boundaries and generally be less of a douche. He follows your voice and finds you leaning on the counter, disheveled with a sour look on your face.

"Damn, who shat in your Cheerios?" He chuckles upon seeing your face, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You groan, leaning into his shoulder.

"Today was complete ass. I just wanna lie on the couch and do nothing for the rest of the day."

"Now you're speakin' my language! Make up some grub and I'll fire up the boob tube." Adam turns and heads to the living room, vaulting over the couch and landing on it smoothly. You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless.

After fixing yourself your favorite meal and grabbing a drink from the fridge, you sigh contentedly, so glad to be home and finally able to relax. Unfortunately, the day doesn't seem to be done with you just yet, and as you turn to step into the living room, you slip.

The breath leaves your lungs as time slows, and you watch helplessly as the plate of food slips through your fingers while you fall backwards. You shut your eyes, arms reflexively shooting behind you to catch yourself.

CRASH!

You land flat on your bottom, covered in what was supposed to be your dinner. You look around helplessly at the mess, your heart dropping into your stomach. Adam comes rushing in, concerned and confused.

"What the fuck was that? Babe, are you- Oh shit." Adam stops as soon as he sees you, and cannot help but burst out laughing. "Haha! Ha! Oh my god, look at your face! Ahaha!!"

As he laughed at your misfortune, you feel the last bit of thread keeping you tethered snap.

That's it, that was the last straw.

As Adam continues to belt it out, all sense of adulthood drains from your body. Your lower lip quivers, and you slump over, head hanging low. As quiet sobs begin to wrack your body, Adam freezes.

The hell were you doing? Usually, whenever you were upset, you'd just yell and storm off. He was even expecting you to throw some of the food you had spilled at him. But this? This was... different. This wasn't like you.

"Uhh, babe?" He asked cautiously. "You okay?"

You didn't answer, just let out a loud wail, snot trailing down your lip. Adam jumps, eyes blown wide like someone had just tried to pull a knife on him.

"Woah, hey!! What's with the waterworks!?" He kneels down, brushing the food from your lap awkwardly. "S'not that big a deal, it's just food. You can always get more!" Adam tries to comfort you, but it's like you can't even hear him. You bring your hands to your face to cover your eyes with your balled up fists, shoulders heaving with heavy sobs.

"Aw, geeze." He's completely caught off guard, and has no clue how to handle a situation like this. He was never one for physical affection, but seeing you so upset stirs something within him. Something unfamiliar. Listening to his instincts, he reaches out towards you, wrapping his arms around you and patting your back.

"H-hey, it's alright. Look at me..." Adam tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, urging you to drop your guard. You allow your hands to fall away, and watch as he removes his mask to look at you face to face. It's the first time you've ever seen him so worried.

"I'm here, okay? No need for all that crying." His expression is soft for once, his blue eyes locked on your own. "Sorry for laughing at ya like that, guess I still got some stuff to learn."

You sniffle, and nod, accepting his apology. He offers you a small smile, and helps you to stand. Your legs are wobbly, so you clutch onto his arm tight. Again, something quite out of character for yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you as you nuzzle into his shoulder, humming lowly, bringing your thumb to your mouth.

"Babe? Uh.. are you good?"

"Mmmn.." You shake your head, gazing up at him with sad eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head.

"You uh... You should get cleaned up. You're a giant mess." He says, chuckling lightly, brushing the hair from your face. Your eyes light up, and you speak your first word since breaking down.

"Bath?" You ask, tone hopeful.

"Uh, yeah... Say, did you hit your head when you fell?"

You pout, shaking your head. "No! 'M just small..."

Okay, you definitely hit your head. Why else would you be acting so strange? Adam decides that, as much as this weirded him out, he should probably care for you while you're all loopy. After all, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he just left you after you'd hurt yourself?

With his mind made up, he takes your hand and leads you down the hall to your bathroom, you waddling behind him.

As he flicks on the light and removes his helmet, you stand against the wall, waiting patiently while he draws a bath. Thumb still in your mouth, you rock back and forth on your heels, watching him intently as he tests the water to make sure it's not too hot. In the very back of your mind, your regular self is panicked, trying their best to figure out how in the world you're going to explain all this.

Your child self cares not, though. They simply suck on your finger, humming contentedly as they eye the bubble bath sitting next to the faucet. Their, or rather, your eyes sparkle. Adam notices the look on your face, and sees what you're admiring. He chuckles, and picks up the bottle.

"You want a bubble bath? Sure thing, babe. I gotcha." He flips the cap and pours more than a generous amount into the tub, and you wiggle excitedly as you watch the bubbles begin to froth. Adam can't help but smile at you.

"You need some help getting outta those clothes?"

Shyly, you nod, face heating up. You let Adam lift your shirt over your head, and you feel his eyes looking you up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips. He kneels down and hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your bottoms, slowly sliding them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare. He hovers for a moment, resisting the urge to slide his tongue along your sex, and then stands.

"There you go, sweet cheeks. C'mon, let's get ya washed up." He takes your hand, and leads you to the tub, which is half full now and shimmering with bubbles. Putting his hand to your back, he steadies you as you step in, the hot water sending goosebumps across your skin. You shiver, and giggle, slowly lowering yourself into the tub. Adam's eyes wander over your body, admiring your backside and the dimpled skin.

As you settle down, and Adam tries to quell the rising tent in between his legs, he grabs a sponge and lathers it up with soap. He presses it to your skin, and begins to gently swipe over your shoulders, scrubbing at your back. Your muscles begin to relax, and you let out a relieved sigh. You bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them, shutting your eyes and losing yourself in the sensation.

"That feel good, baby? God, you're so cute." Adam coos, licking his teeth. You hum, swaying back and forth happily.

"Yes, daddy~"

Adam's heart stops, experiencing a visceral reaction. His hand squeezes the sponge so tight it nearly rips, he bites down on his lip so hard it starts to bleed, and his cock painfully twitches as blood rapidly pulses to it. His eyes blown wide, he growls.

"Fuck, baby, is that what this is? You need me to be your daddy?" He leans in close, his hot breath hitting your earlobe, causing you to tremble. "Well shit, darling. I can do that."

Adam sets the sponge down, and quickly removes his robe, sliding into the tub right behind you. He pulls you close to him, pressing his length against your back, and nibbles at your ear. You giggle and gasp, writhing against him.

"Hee hee, daddy! That feels funny!" You squeal as his tongue darts out to lick at the spot where his teeth just were. He smiles wickedly, wrapping his arms around your middle and massaging your soft skin in his soapy fingers.

"Funny good, sweetie?" He asks, voice husky. You nod, wriggling against him, brushing up against his cock and eliciting a small groan from him.

One of his hands dip down between your thighs, fingers grazing over your most sensitive area, making you chirp and lean into his touch.

"D-daddy~!" You whine. Adam chuckles, and begins stroking you with the pads of his fingers.

"What? Daddy's just making sure you're all clean down there." He teases, rolling you around and playing you like his guitar. His fingers were skilled and strong, making you come undone far too quickly. You lean back, laying your head across his shoulder, granting him access to your neck.

He bites down, and you cry out, the pleasure and pain melding together so deliciously it makes your heart race. He ruts up against you, huffing and grunting while he runs his tongue over your reddening skin.

You lose yourselves in each other, forgetting about the rising water and the prospect of getting clean. All that matters is that you're in daddy's arms, and he's making you feel so, so good. You grind up into his touch as he rubs you just right, the pressure steadily building further and further.

"D-daddyyy...."

Adam's other hand comes up to wrap around your neck, gripping just enough to make you feel dizzy.

"Who's Daddy's good little angel? Hm?" His breath is hot and labored as his hips thrust in time with his assault on your sex.

"Mm... me..?" You mumble, head foggy and mind racing.

"That's right, sweetheart. It's you!" He praises you, pressing his lips to your cheek. "Fuck, you're so, so precious."

Adam's hands leave you, and for a moment you're disappointed, until you realize that he's lifting you up by your thighs and positioning you over his throbbing cock. You look down, unable to see anything through the bubbles, but feel the tip prodding at your entrance.

"You want daddy's dick? Want daddy to pound that sweet little hole of yours?" His voice is low, gravely, and hungry. You quiver, and beg him.

"Y-yes, daddy, please!"

That's all he needs to hear as he practically drops you onto him, filling you instantly and making you choke. He bottoms out, your insides squeezing him, pulse racing. Your vision goes blurry.

"Fuck, baby, fuuuuuck!" He hisses, one hand gripping your hip and the other snaking back around to toy with your most sensitive spot. "Goddamnit, you're so fuckin' tight! Oh, fuck yeah!"

The water spills over the edge of the tub as Adam bounces you up and down, snapping his hips up and rolling you onto his length. You squeal as he squeezes and rubs your sex, pressure building rapidly once again and threatening to overtake you. He groans, gasping into your ear, licking a stripe up your neck. The water is so warm, and Adam's touch is so heated, you begin to sweat.

"This what you needed, baby? Needed daddy to take over and make you feel good?" He whispers. All you're able to do is let out a wobbly noise of approval, a gentle sob caught in your throat. Your climax mounts, and you desperately pat at his arm to signal to him that.

"Oh, is baby close? Gonna cum all over daddy's dick? That sure was quick!" Adam huffs, his thrusts becoming sloppier. "Fuck, cum for daddy, baby. Cum for me."

Your body convulses and you scream, muscles spasming and squeezing Adam's cock. Your toes curl, stars exploding behind your eyes as white hot pleasure rips through your entire body.

"DADDY~!"

The water overflows, spilling everywhere onto the floor. Neither of you seem to notice as Adam fucks you through your orgasm, your name spilling out over his lips over and over like a prayer.

"Oh fuck, baby, baby, babyyy... So good... You feel so good on daddy's cock~" His voice nearly cracks, not giving you a moment to rest, chasing his own climax desperately. You squeal and writhe, becoming overstimulated and nearly sobbing as Adam continues to pound into you.

"Duh... Daddy! Too much! S'too much!" Your voice comes out a slur, tongue lolling out, your body not knowing how to process it all.

"Aw, too much darlin'? Alright, let daddy fix it." He stands, lifting you up with him, and removes you from his dick. It pops out, bouncing, wet with your slick and hard as a rock. He turns the water off, and places you on the counter, leaning over you and pumping himself in his hand. Using his free hand, he lifts your knee up and lines himself back up with your trembling hole. You bite your lip.

"Just relax, sweet pea. Daddy will be gentle." He pushes himself forward, the head slipping into you easily. You gasp, the intrusion making your hair stand on end. Carefully, Adam rocks his hips back and forth, letting out a deep, gutteral moan.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah, baby..." He leans over you, his arms on either side of you, encasing you, trapping you underneath him. With each thrust, he pushes a little deeper, grunts a little harder. Drool starts to pool in his mouth and spills out, dripping down onto your chest.

As he gazes down at you, unable to control himself, he lifts his hand and grabs you by the jaw, squeezing it until your mouth opens wide enough for him to stick his tongue inside. You accept, allowing him to press his lips to yours while his hot tongue dances with your own. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you whine, his tongue delving deeper and deeper, tasting you and savoring you.

The sound of wet, sloppy kissing fills the room, along with the 'plap plap plap' of Adam's balls smacking against your ass with his measured thrusts. He reaches that sweet spot deep inside of you that has your vision turning white, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, squirming and humming, feeling a second orgasm building in your gut.

Adam pulls away, his brow furrowed with sweat dripping from it, a smug grin on his face. "You gonna cum again, sweet baby? Let daddy feel you squeeze his cock real good."

His words push you over the edge easily, and you come undone underneath him, squirting all over his soft tummy and yelling out for him.

"D-daddy! Daddy!!"

"Oh fuck, just like that baby, yeah! God, you're so fucking cute. Daddy's gonna cum. Gonna cum deep inside ya'. You want daddy's cum, precious?" His voice is deep, sending a chill through you.

"Yes, daddy, yes!! Fill me up with your cum!"

With one, two, three more harsh thrusts, Adam cries out, spilling his seed into you, pumping rope after rope of the sticky fluid all over your insides. He gasps and pants and shivers, riding out his high as long as he can, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing a sloppy kiss to you.

Finally, he slows, and leans back, admiring his work as he catches his breath. Your belly is slightly bloated, his cock acting as a plug to keep it all inside you. He presses his palm to it, causing you to groan and wiggle, feeling far too full.

"Nnng... daddy's cum.. so full..."

Adam shushes you, placing a finger to your lips.

"You did such a good job, baby. Daddy's so proud of you." He smiles, his shoulders still heaving. His cock grows soft, and his sparkling cum starts to leak out. Quickly, he pulls himself out, and kneels down to catch it all on his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good baby." His gentle praises excite you as he dips his tongue into your spent hole, scooping out the still hot spunk and swallowing it down greedily. You gasp, watching him do something so lewd makes your heart race.

He finishes up, and trails his tongue back up to your quivering sex, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking gently. Yelping in surprise, you bite down on your lip, groaning in satisfaction.

"Ah, daddy, yes-!"

Your legs wrap themselves around his head as he pleasures you, thrumming his tongue against your aching groin. Nothing in this world felt sweeter than Adam's lithe tongue dancing over your most sensitive area. The coil inside you begins winding tighter and tighter, your release rushing up on you faster than you expect.

"Daddy, w-wait, I-!" The coil snaps, and a nearly inhuman screech leaves your hoarse throat as his tongue assaults you. Wave after wave of dizzying pleasure courses through you, and you arch your back into his mouth, squirting once again.

Adam drinks it up happily, slowing his movements and letting you come down gently. Your mind goes completely blank, all that consumes your thoughts is him as you gasp for air.

As he pulls away, he brings you to his chest, cradling you and cooing into your ear.

"Shh, good job, my little angel. You made daddy feel so good. I love you so much."

As you come back down to earth, Adam lifts you and rocks you back and forth in his arms. Using his magic, he cleans up the huge mess in an instant, and places you carefully back into the warm tub. He begins to wash you gently, brushing the hair from your face. You hum, leaning back and allowing him to clean you, fully satisfied and eyelids heavy.

As he scrubs you, you feel yourself begin to nod off. Adam notices, and finishes up quickly, rinsing you and lifting you up and out into a warm towel.

He carries your dozing form to the bedroom, where he slips the two of you underneath the covers and snuggles you close. You sigh, and give him a soft kiss on the nose.

"Thank you, daddy..."

"Anything for my little rock star."

[keeponquinning]

I bet JQ would know exactly how to fix a bad day. Imagine coming home to dinner already cooking and the bathroom ready for you while he finishes cooking. You could just totally forget about how bad your day was

I had to eat and be human again but yes??? fluff ahead. established relationship.

Just Joe knowing how stressful your workload has been lately, from the little texts you're able to go back and forth on during your breaks, that aren't really breaks, but working lunch because it's just been you on these days. When you get home and your brain is just a loud buzzing noise, just numb, just so tired, thirsty, hungry, and body sore... You smell his cooking straight away.

Your stomach growls, actually growls because it was craving the actual sit down and eat meal he could deliver. Your lunch at work was quick and easy, and interrupted almost every time you took a bite and was rushed. Nothing to savor or enjoy, but Joe? Cooking your favorite meal? His eyes would find yours as he turned his head from the kitchen, the sight of his smile made you want to weep.

"Go on," he said, nudging his head toward the bathroom. "Food's not done yet, but, I've ran you a bath. Still hot, still bubbling. Sit your tired body there while I finish, yeah? I'll check in on you when it's done."

Not even needing to be talked into it, your shoes being the first to slip off you, aching feet appreciating you for it. You're almost giddy as you get to the bathroom and see the grand bath tub of your dreams filled with water, bubbles, and your favorite scent hitting your nose. A cheese and fruit plate right beside it, he had timed it so carefully, and soon your clothes slid off and piled neatly to the side, and you sunk in.

He was right, the water was heated still, and perfect. Enveloping you in a warmth that melting the fatigue and frustration of the day straight away. Sinking underwater, submerging fully before rising up again with a sigh. Aching muscles seemed light, and you let out a sigh. You sit there for a moment, just enjoying, basking in it all, and then you start indulging in the snack your boyfriend laid out for you. It was understood you were meant to savor it, yet your hungry stomach practically devoured, smiling softly as the sound of your playlist started, knowing it was his doing as well.

You drifted off for a bit, coming to when you felt his lips at your cheek. Opening your eyes to see him chuckling softly, knelt down beside the bath tub, looking at you with those warm brown eyes. "Enjoying yourself? Should I be offended I put you to sleep?"

He laughed more as you splash him, chuckling right along with him. "Shut up. That's so not what happened..."

"Mm? What happened, then?" he asked, tease in his voice, his smile, his eyes, propping his chin at the rim of the bath as he looked at you with the most adoring eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, turning your head to look at him with a smile, "Just you being annoyingly perfect, that's all."

"Oh, annoyingly perfect?" he asked and you hummed in response. "Is your day better, though?"

"Very." It was his turn to hum in response, mockingly, which made you smile more. "Almost perfect."

His brow furrowed, raising his head, a look of almost offense on his face. "I'm sorry—almost perfect? How do we do away with that almost bit, then?"

Another hum flowed from you, your eyes looking over at him, over his clothes...

"....just want me for my body," he let out with a teasing pout. "Luckily... I'm fine with that, hey," he lets out, lifting his shirt over his head. "Whatever makes my girl happy, yeah?" His face seems to brighten as you whistle and laugh at him, lifting himself up and undoing his pants. Doing away with his clothes as hastily as he could before making an absolute mess as he dove right into the tub with you. Not caring of the mess, the furthers from his mind as his arms wrap around you and kissing your face. A flurry of kisses. All to just make you squeal with laughter more and more, because that's what he strives for. To see the smile on your face, hear your laugh and as he settles close to you, both of your smiling lips meeting each other in kiss after kiss...

What he loves the most is taking your bad day away... Casting it out.... And making it a good one by the end. After all, you've done the same for him so many times... He doesn't know if he could ever truly match up to the joy that you bring him every day, but damn, he's willing to try each and every time.

[thefactsofthematter]

u asked and i will deliver. if u want to write this feel free to change literally anything but

model davey! he graduated college with honors, has a degree in poli sci, and was literally about to go to law school before being signed to a modeling agency- thus starting a turbulent relationship with his family. he starts doing runways and soon moves into print works and even in his short time of modeling he’s become a frequent in some of the most well-known fashion magazines. this is great, this is amazing- but it has an impact on his mental health that he wasn’t ready for.

enter jack kelly, the makeup artist that somehow always seems to work with davey; jack is known for his bold editorial looks and impeccable work, yet he has quite the image in the industry. he’s stubborn, he’s unorthodox, he’s got quite the temper, but his work speaks for itself. jack is the guy who never wears makeup to shoots, he never dresses up unless it’s something important, he’s got piercings and tattoos and a list of bad habits following him wherever he goes.

anyway blah blah they fall in love they indulge in bad habits and reckless things they get better and boom they’re everyone’s favorite powerhouse couple!!!

ohohohoho JAC!!! i’m obsessed!!! god a model au just tickles my brain the perfect way and this is everything @we-are-inevitable

here’s a fun (or possibly fucked up? idk those are synonyms to me sometimes) little one shot! tw for some mentions of disordered eating - as one might expect from a model au

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David Jacobs is a nice person.

For all twenty-three years of his life so far, he’s told himself that. It’s been mostly true— he’s never had much of a temper, he treats people with empathy and kindness, and he’s never been demanding or high-strung. He’s normally a pretty chill person who’s easy to please, and who genuinely likes to help people and make them happy.

Nothing about the past year has been normal, though, and he’s starting to realize it might be messing with him a little. Just a few weeks ago, parents were bitching about how much he’s changed, and he thought it was bullshit… until he suddenly catches himself storming away from his personal assistant (which he has now, by the way,) after shouting:

“Just stop talking and figure it out yourself! Can you fuck off and leave me alone for two fucking seconds? Oh my god.”

And then he’s off, out the back door of the set, to sit on the fire escape and try to cool down. He knows he’s being an asshole, but he’s at the end of his rope— he hasn’t eaten an actual meal in three days, there’s makeup caked all over his face and too much product in his hair, he’s sick of people touching him and telling him what to do, and fucking Romeo won’t stop reminding him how busy he is by asking stupid questions about his jam-packed schedule for the next few days. He has a runway show tonight that’ll go to at least midnight, and a 5 AM call time for a shoot tomorrow, and then an afternoon flight to Paris— he doesn’t care which of the two hotels Romeo booked he actually stays at, because they’re both five stars anyways, so it shouldn’t be this much of a hassle to pick one and cancel the other, and it’s something that should be able to get taken care of without needing to bother him about it.

He instinctively goes to rub at his eyes once he’s outside, but he freezes when he hears:

“If you fuck up your makeup, I’m not fixing it for you. I hope you’re done shooting in there.”

His head snaps to the side, and he sees none other than Jack Kelly.

He’s leaning against the wall, with half of a foil-wrapped bodega breakfast sandwich in one hand and a coffee in the other, obviously on a break. He’s still wearing his makeup-stained apron over his clothes— comfy-looking joggers and a t-shirt that shows off his tattoo-covered arms— and he’s got a Givenchy beanie perched almost precariously high on his head. He doesn’t seem pissed, mostly amused, but Davey has heard rumours about his allegedly quick temper; fucking up his work would be a good way to get on his bad side.

“Sorry,” Davey sighs. He folds his arms over his chest to keep his hands away from his face. “I think I’m done— they might want more shots once they look at what we’ve got, though. I don’t know. I have to get out of here soon for a fitting uptown either way.”

It was Jack who applied the fancy, editorial eye makeup that Davey nearly ruined— his apprentice does the base layers of foundation and whatnot, but it’s Jack’s artistic vision and skill that people pay for when they book him for stuff like this, so he does the important parts himself. He takes his sweet time, snapping at people when they try to rush him, which is why Davey spent over an hour in the makeup chair this morning.

It’s probably the tenth or-so time Jack has done his makeup, but they’ve barely ever conversed, both of them too busy being pulled in a million different directions by everyone else on set.

“Busy day, huh?” Jack chuckles. His nose crinkles a little when he laughs, and it makes his septum piercing wiggle. He takes a bite of his sandwich and then talks as he chews. “What were you yelling about in there?”

Davey very nearly rolls his eyes.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “It’d just be nice if my assistant would fucking assist me sometimes, instead of asking me a million questions about every stupid little thing. He drives me insane, I swear.”

Jack quirks an eyebrow.

“Fire him, then.” He shrugs. “You’d have to start calling your own Ubers and picking up your own coffees, though… might be tough.”

Davey is pretty sure he’s joking, but he does have a point— Romeo takes care of a lot of the day-to-day shit that Davey himself doesn’t have time for anymore, everything from posting on his social media to ordering his groceries. He does a lot more than anyone gives him credit for.

“I’m not gonna fire him. He’s a good kid,” Davey sighs. “I’m just… pissed off right now. I needed to get outside and breathe for a minute.”

Jack finishes his sandwich, crumpling up the foil and shoving it into a pocket of his apron. He then reaches into a different pocket and procures a joint and a lighter.

“Here.” He holds them out to Davey. “Chill out a little.”

Davey blinks, staring more at Jack’s tattooed fingers than what’s held between them, and then quickly shakes his head.

“Sorry, no. I don’t smoke.”

Jack laughs.

“You’re a model, and you don’t smoke?” he teases. “That’s funny, tell another one.”

Maybe it was a good thing he hasn’t talked much to Jack before— he’s really fucking annoying.

“Fine, only cigarettes,” Davey ultimately concedes. “I’m not into weed.”

Jack shrugs and lights the joint, taking it to his own lips for a puff.

“Suit yourself.”

It’s quiet for a second as Jack exhales the smoke. He’s a real picture of effortless beauty— he’s obviously not thinking about his appearance right now, but there’s something almost untouchable about how casually gorgeous he is.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Davey ends up adding, “but I get so hungry when I’m high. I’m on a diet right now, so I can’t do that to myself.”

Jack shakes his head.

“Models… maybe that’s why you guys are brats. You’re hangry all the time.”

“Hangry?”

“You know, hungry and angry. You get all irritable because your agent convinced you a human can survive on, like, three almonds a day, when any sane person knows that’s bullshit.”

Davey’s stomach grumbles annoyingly, as if on cue. He’s not even that hungry. He already had a coffee this morning anyways, which should’ve been enough to get him through to dinner time.

“You’re kind of a dick,” Davey remarks. He wouldn’t typically be so blunt, but his bad mood is making him lose his filter. “What’s your deal?”

Jack shrugs.

“I’m tired. People think I’m an asshole for trying to take my time and do my job right, but when I rush it and cut corners to keep people happy, they get pissed that it doesn’t look good. There’s no winning, and it’s fucking exhausting.” He takes another puff of the joint. “Pays the bills, though.”

Davey rolls his eyes.

“That hat you’re wearing retails for, like, five hundred dollars. I think it pays more than your bills.”

Jack laughs, and it’s not that cynical chuckle from before. He actually smiles, caught off guard by the remark.

“Fair point. In my defence, I got the hat for free from a photoshoot. Another perk, I guess.”

Davey finds himself smiling too.

“How long have you been doing makeup?”

“I’ve been playing with it forever,” Jack replies, “but professionally, about five years. How long have you been in the game?”

“Almost a year.” Davey pauses. “I was in school— I actually finished undergrad and got into law— but it wasn’t right. I got scouted in August, and thought fuck it, I might as well try. It worked out pretty well, I’d say.”

Jack eyes him sort of curiously.

“You gave up law school for this?”

“Got out of going to law school, more like. I didn’t want to do it.” Davey shrugs. “It was more my parents’ thing. I wasn’t that interested.”

Jack blows a ring of smoke, almost absentmindedly.

“How do they feel about your career change?”

Davey shakes his head.

“I haven’t talked to them in, like, a month, if that tells you anything.”

“Damn.” Jack offers the joint to Davey again. “You sure you don’t want some?”

A pause.

“Fuck, I guess a couple hits couldn’t hurt.”

Jack grins and passes it over.

“I knew it.”

Davey silently takes a breath of smoke. It’s been forever since he’s indulged this way, and it feels good. He coughs a little on the first hit, but his head almost immediately feels clearer, so he goes for another.

“Feel better?” Jack asks, after a long moment.

“Yeah,” Davey breathes. “Thank you.”

He passes the joint back to Jack, who stubs it out on the railing— there’s just enough left that he could relight it for a few more puffs later, once this little buzz wears off.

“We should hang out sometime,” Jack offers. “I’d like to get to know you, Jacobs.” He pauses. “Any relation to Marc?”

“Nope. I walked for him in the spring, though.” Davey laughs softly. “You’re right, we should hang out. I’m going to Paris tomorrow, but I’ll be back in two weeks— let’s plan for then.”

Jack picks his coffee up from where he set it on the windowsill.

“I’ll bring the weed, if you bring home some cool European snacks for us to try.”

Smoking and snacking are both habits that Davey should be trying to avoid— but god, would it ever feel good to unwind when he gets home from this work trip. Maybe he deserves a night to relax with a new friend.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, against his better judgement. “I should go, but I’ll DM you, okay?”

“Perfect,” Jack says. He waves as Davey turns to head inside. “Have a great trip. Take it easy on your poor assistant, okay?”

Davey laughs.

“Will do. I swear I don’t normally yell at people like that. Just… running low on patience today, y’know?”

That’s a stretch— he runs low on patience pretty often these days, and Romeo tends to take the brunt of it, but Davey pays him to deal with it, so he doesn’t feel that bad about it. When you’re a star, there’s certain things you can get away with: Davey’s occasional bitch fits are no worse than Jack’s famous temper tantrums. When you’re at the top, who’s going to give you shit about it?

“Oh, I know.” Jack winks. “I think we’ve got a lot in common, Dave.”

Davey smiles coyly over his shoulder as he heads back inside. He knows he looks good— he revels a little in the way Jack’s gaze stays glued to him. Maybe he’s admiring his own work, but maybe he’s admiring the canvas underneath it.

“I think you might be right. See you around, Kelly.”

And then he’s immediately being hurried back into a makeup chair so someone can clean his face, in order for him to be whisked off to the fitting that he’s already late for— at this point, people know better than to expect him to be on time.

Again, he’s a star, he does what he wants.

If he wants to waste time smoking outside with Jack Kelly, nobody’s going to stop him. Maybe he’ll make a habit out of it.

[south-sea]

💝 Metal, second chance shadow, Mephiles, and semimodern

the outline for this has been sitting in my drafts since apparently september 10, so i'm glad past me had the smarts to include a link to the ask game this came from

💝 A headcanon about their love language

metal:

i'm sure i've iterated on this point a few times, but in general metal's not one for Things so much as actions. things do not have much meaning to him unless their utility is immediately evident, and he's absolutely dreadful at gift-giving. frankly the concept is so beyond his grasp it doesn't even occur to him as an option when left to his own devices.

it's just all around much more natural and intuitive for him to act on something immediately when it's clear something needs doing. is there a task he could quickly and effectively do, so shadow doesn't have to do it for whatever legitimate reason? okay, easy, not even a question. why wouldn't he do that thing before anyone has a chance to even ask him? is there something material (like, say, a whole motorcycle) shadow is eyeing while metal is right there? well, metal still has a comical amount of currency due to past Shenanigans™️, so why not? (this sort of thing in particular is extremely rare, but still.)

or, more self-interested, just generally being close. the benefit the two get from contact and spending time together is extremely mutual. metal is just a tiny bit sappier about it in comparison to shadow. which shadow is largely unaware of on account of being so used to (and spoiled by) openly affectionate company these days.

second chance shadow:

depends on the person. for metal, it's actions and all the little things like including him in things he doesn't necessarily need to be included in, fixing dents and paint chips, etc. their dynamic from the very beginning has always been shadow treating metal no differently than any other person.

for a certain other person, it's mostly about exploring new places and foods. she basically introduced him to the concept of enjoying food for the taste/experience, rather than dealing with it for the sake of fuel, so he very much learned it from her and instinctively returns it in kind.

for others, it's largely a matter of suspending his outward image for the sake of their benefit. not to the point of total martyrdom or sacrificing his own comfort, but little things. if they're upset, he'll offer his hand or let them hug him when he normally wouldn't be so open to that sort of thing unless he himself is already somewhat attached to that person. he's not opposed to contact from strangers/near-strangers or anything, but if it's a toss-up between maintaining a facade he doesn't even bother keeping up 90% of the time anymore anyway, and comforting a person in need, the latter will always win.

you might say that empathy and habitual drive to bring comfort is coded into him.

semi-modern shadow:

this is going to sound funny next to all the other responses, but literally just his presence. if semi-modern doesn't want to be found, he will not be found. if semi-modern does not want to talk to you, you will not be able to contact him. this makes up a majority of his existence in relation to just about everyone outside of team dark, and even they don't get to see him all the time.

but he makes exceptions. he makes it a silent, but noticeable point, to spend time with rouge and omega outside of missions/hiding in his room to rest. be that just a walk, for a quick meal, whatever. it's his presence that matters in those moments, more than his contribution to conversation, and so on. which speaks volumes compared to how little he bothers to stick around with others outside of necessities.

he's also a bit known for quietly leaving things in common areas for people. like leaving a package of rouge's favorite foods, or a pack of bullets for that really specific antique gun omega has, on the table. he doesn't make a show of who it came from or why; they know it was him, and that's all that really matters. even if it wasn't obvious, he doesn't do it for the acknowledgement, he does it literally just because he was thinking of a person important to him and wanted to do the thing. in those cases, it's usually because he saw those things while he was already out and about, not that he went out of his way to get them.

redeemed god mephiles:

pre-revival they're impossible to answer for outside of "the reflexive urge to protect [semi-modern]". so let's go with post-revival, after they've returned to and once again fallen from godhood, and finally reunited with semi-modern in a new form.

in their capacity as almost-a-god-again and eventually solaris-again, their love is that of a typical fantasy god. even after they return to a tinier, fragmented version of themself with diminished powers, they retain the ability to remotely "check in" with certain individuals following the event this whole arc stems from.

they're rarely visible, and the person might only get the vague sense of comfort if they're standing in the sun, near a fire, or catching a coastal breeze. maybe the person will dream of something indescribably safe and warm and incomprehensibly gentle. in exceptionally rare cases, they may even appear to the person in those dreams, against a golden-white backdrop. maybe the person will wake with a lingering sense of comfort and minor ailments lessened, but the why or how of it fades within minutes just like any other dream.

they more or less go from being an eccentric little gremlin to a refined, dignified obviously-a-god's-mind-in-a-smaller-body presence, and a lot of their actions follow suit. gone is goofy guy mephiles subtly demanding attention and company, replaced instead by a gentle mini-solaris, all memories intact, subtly guiding and supporting without biased influence. giving their charges the agency to make their own decisions is, in a way, some of their love language too.

[flatbstanley]

From the personal website of Taylor Santoro (taylorgrace.com)

I am SO excited to be kicking off a new photography project: Thursday Evenings. Each month, we'll follow a different family as they go about their routine on an ordinary Thursday. I know that many moms spend their evenings just powering through all the things that need to be done—I’m guilty as charged! But the goal of this project is to show us the beauty that we can miss in these little moments.

I'm thrilled to be partnering with Schmapple for this series. Their appliances are a lifesaver when you're trying to get a quick and healthy dinner on the table. Be sure to use code TAYLOR at schmapple.com for 5% off your next order!

I took most of the photos in this series myself, but I wanted to start off by sharing a Thursday evening at my own house. These photos were taken by my immensely talented friend Ayla Newbury. Check out more of her work @.inkspirations.

For me, a smooth evening starts with the right preparation during the day. With five kids and three bathrooms, things can get a bit tight, so if the little ones need a bath, I try to do it while the older kids are in school. I typically prep dinner during their early afternoon naptime, but on this day, I had prepped the night before, so I got to enjoy an extra long and snuggly nap with Leo.

Gia and Ambrose have their music lessons after school on Thursdays, but Max got home right at 3. His classmate Lucas Munch came over to play, which kept him occupied until dinnertime.

With our varied schedules, family dinners are hard for us during the week. Leo and Zelie get an early meal, and the older kids eat between 5 and 6. (My sweet friend Kelly drives Gia and Ambrose home from music lessons, and they arrived at around 5:15.) Chickpea mac n' cheese is always a favorite with my kiddos!

Justin gets home from work around 7. He's pretty wiped out after a long day, so he usually eats in front of the TV while I oversee homework time and put Leo to bed. Ayla did get this sweet picture of him snuggling with Gia, though!

Justin is in charge of Zelie's bedtime story, but most nights she’s so sleepy that she'll just crawl into bed on her own. That was just as well for this night, since Justin was busy fixing a leak in one of our showers. It is such a blessing to have an engineer in the house—we never have to call a repairman!

All of our kids are in bed by 9, and that's when I enjoy some time to myself. After a late dinner (caprese—easy and healthy!), I like to do a little yoga to wind down. Justin spends this time in our garage/studio working on his podcast.

I absolutely loved seeing my kiddos' faces in these photos. Sometimes I feel like a drill sergeant rushing them from one part of the evening to another, but in so many of these photos I see pure joy. I am a little ashamed, though, that there was no prayer in any of these photos, which was something that Justin pointed out. He would like for us to pray at least a decade of the rosary each evening, preferably the whole thing. That's a goal we'll work towards!

Let me know what you thought of these photos! And check back next month for a Thursday evening with another family!

(A/N: Justin, if you want your family to pray the rosary so much, you could always do it yourself instead of watching TV and neglecting your kids...)

[intothemysticfic]

Late Nights (Nct 127)

Taeil's been working so hard with many late nights. The grueling schedule means that you only see him in passing. He slips in at night while you sleep if he comes in at all. The only time you have together is a short sleepy goodbye in the morning. He tells you one morning that he misses the dinners you’d typically make for him. 

A plan starts to form immediately in your mind. You eat a late lunch before heading to the store, picking up the ingredients for all of Taeil's favorite dishes that you fix. As the night gets late and your regular time for bed passes, you start to wish you had taken a nap earlier. You ignore the tiredness in favor of following through with your late-night dinner plans. 

“You should be in bed,” Taeil murmurs when you greet him happily at the door.

“I have a surprise,” you tell him, helping him out of his coat. He laughs at your eagerness. Following you without complaint to the kitchen. He closes his eyes when he sees the spread of food, inhaling deeply.

“I hope you’re hungry.”

He groans, “It looks amazing.” Wrapping you up in his arms, he asks, “How did I get so lucky?”

3 A.M may not be the ideal time for dinner, but it’s the best meal you’ve had in weeks because you get to share it with him.

Johnny meets you in the entryway with his arms crossed. You’re a bit cold, a little damp, and a lot tipsy as your friend laughs behind you, offering Johnny a joyous, “Good luck!”

Johnny watches you lean on the wall for support as you struggle to remove your shoes. After shaking his head, he moves forward, bending to help you out of your shoes. You pat his head, offering a slurred, “Thank you. So sweet.” 

“Am I a dog?” He questions lightly.

You shake your head. “The best boyfriend.” 

He lets you cling to him as he leads you to the kitchen. You watch as he starts a cup of tea. The steam reminds you, “I’m cold.” Once more, you try to burrow into his side. 

“Let’s get you into something warmer.”

You whine as he starts to steer you away from the drink, the rational ability to understand that it has to steep has been lost. Johnny isn’t phased; he simply picks you up when you try to dig in your heels. It’s enough to distract you from the tea on the counter and make you laugh instead. When you playfully decline to change. He gently prods, warning, “Tea is only for people who behave.”

“You’re no fun,” you complain while begrudgingly changing, but there’s no denying that Johnny takes terrific care of you.

Taeyong calls you just like he promised he would - like he does every night. Even if it’s just for five minutes. Even if the only words he has time for are: hi, I miss you, I love you, and bye.

“You know,” you start, hearing the exhaustion in his voice and wanting to give him an out, “you don’t have to call every night - you can rest instead. I know you’re tired.” A tense silence follows, making you worry that you’ve said something wrong.

“I just like to hear your voice.”

“Good, because talking to you is the favorite part of my night.”

He laughs, and the weird tension dissipates.

Yuta pushes you toward the bed. “We shouldn’t,” you murmur against his lips, “You have to leave early in the morning.” He has to practice first thing in the morning, and it’s already late.

“We’ll be quick.”

You both know that is a lie. It’s too easy to get lost in each other, caught up in sensation. Yuta loves to break you apart slowly, drag it out, and make you beg. Yuta isn’t one to deny himself something that he wants, especially when it’s within reach. So he grins wickedly before capturing your lips in a sinful kiss and pushing you down onto the mattress.

He’ll deal with the consequences of his loss of sleep tomorrow. 

Doyoung knows something is off the moment his eyes start to flutter open; it takes a moment to realize it’s because you’re no longer in bed. He’s tired but going back to sleep is impossible with you gone. It’s easy to find you by following the light that spills out of the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrug, smiling at his disgruntled expression and bedhead. “I was hungry.” You offer him a spoonful of your ice cream. He huffs but leans forward, letting you feed him the sweet treat.

“Did I wake you?”

He hums, drowsy, “Couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Let’s finish this quickly so we can go back to bed.”

He drops to the stool beside you, letting you feed him alternating spoonfuls of ice cream. Once it’s gone, you put the bowl in the sink, and he takes your hand, leading you back to bed. Dropping peacefully back to sleep once he has you in bed wrapped up in his arms.

Jaehyun has enough self-awareness to know that it is late. But he’s too drunk to remember that your home is no longer his. This doorstep is no longer a place where he belongs. You aren’t someone who belongs to him anymore, and he has no business standing before you. 

You let him in any way.

Every time he shows up smelling like liquor, mumbling pitifully, “I miss you,” you promise yourself that it is the last time. That next time you won’t let him come crawling back so effortlessly. You know you’ll be bitter in the morning as you leave him to sleep off his hangover. Wondering if it was her he lost in the fallout, would he show up on her doorstep in the middle of the night murmuring sweet words. 

Mark sends you a message telling you not to wait up for him; he’ll be late again. You worry about the dark circles that seem permanent on his face. He works so hard, and you wonder if he’s taking time to eat. You consider the ingredients in your kitchen, items for meals you haven’t been able to cook for him, that you haven’t had the heart to cook for yourself without him. 

You make a plan and get to work.

You snap a picture of the multiple bento boxes filled with food you’ve made. You wait until you’re outside to send Mark the image with the caption: Delivery! He doesn’t make you wait long. His smile is soft as he takes the bags of food, looking around before giving you a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

Later, he sends you a short video of all the guys devouring the food, a chorus of thank-you’s, And you’re glad that, for just a moment, you could take care of Mark.

Heachan's voice is low in your headphones as he gives you directions. You focus on the screen, fingers flying across keys working hard to keep up with him in the game, not wanting to slow him down. 

Even if the game isn’t your favorite, these late nights are because Heachan has dropped his customer service voice and is in his element. You know he’s enjoying himself, and that’s all you want. 

[udo0stories]

Summertime here at the house is busy and seldom is there a quiet day. In an attempt to stay cool during these sweltering summer days, family and friends congregate at our house—and more especially, around our pool. I personally do not mind having a pool, but I really enjoy entertaining. There is nothing I love more than feeding the people I care about. Let us be honest though. That requires a lot of effort and time to accomplish on a nearly daily basis, so for me, summer entertainment is all about simple and quick. This Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board is ideal because of this. This amazing Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board is ideal for simple entertaining for the following reasons: not doing any cooking inside Almost everything is prepared well in advance. It is a complete meal on its own. Extra sides are not required. Visitors can eat whenever they would like. Casual dining is key during the summer. My children are always splashing to get to a table, sit, and eat. In any case, food seems to taste better by the pool! Do I have this right? It is all about the options when it comes to having the best Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board! Of course, a simple grilled beef hot dog or a juicy burger served with the standard fixings are perfectly fine and delicious. And sometimes, on a sweltering summer day, all I want is those traditional flavor combinations. However, have you ever entered an ice cream shop or doughnut shop and felt excited seeing them all? THE TASTE. This inventive charcuterie board offers an incredible range of possibilities in terms of flavor, texture, and appearance! The WOW factor is the aim. Additionally, I know that some people become a little overwhelmed by the variety of options available, even though I naturally want all of my guests to feel free to express their creativity in creating their amazing hot dog and burger creations. For this reason, the list of suggested flavor combinations is quite specific. Ultimately, though, there are no guidelines. Not even the ingredients listed are set in stone. Take this as an opportunity to express your creativity. Ensure that most of the toppings can be prepared in advance, regardless of the selection you make. Toss them into different bowls and store them in the refrigerator until you are ready to serve! To ensure that your Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board is a huge success, follow this quick guide: Make use of your preferred beef burgers and hot dogs! Bacon never goes wrong! Never undervalue the influence of buns! Although sliced baguette, hoagie rolls, pretzel buns, naan, and even tortillas are tasty alternatives, potato buns are still my favorite! Fresh, pickled, crunchy, sweet, creamy, savory, and spicy toppings should all be available. You want to appeal to as many palates as you can! To make the board appear full, cook a large tray of fries and tots for easy sides. You can also use them to fill in the "gaps" between toppings.   Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board Author: Chris Cockren Total Time: 60 minutes Yield: Serves 8–12, 1x 8 Hamburgers 8 Beef Hot Dogs Variety of Buns (Potato Rolls, Multigrain Buns, Baguette, Brioche Buns, Mini Naan, etc.) ½ package french fries, cooked according to package directions ½ package sweet potato fries, cooked according to package directions ½ package tater tots, cooked according to package directions Toppings: 1 (16-ounce) package bacon, cooked sliced cheese (American, cheddar, Swiss, etc.) shredded cheddar cheese prepared macaroni and cheese thinly sliced cucumber pickled carrots fresh cilantro shredded cheddar cheese crispy fried onions finely diced pineapple sliced scallions sesame seeds prepared chili chopped kimchi hummus tomato-cucumber salad (Israeli salad) salsa guacamole teriyaki sauce bbq sauce spicy mayo feta thinly sliced red onion tzatziki sliced avocado   Instructions Season burgers with kosher salt.  Grill burgers and hot dogs over medium-high heat until cooked as desired.

Place all toppings, sauces, and buns in separate bowls and/or plates to create an Ultimate DIY Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Bar! Notes Some pairing suggestions: Mac n’ Cheese, topped with BBQ Sauce or Spicy Mayo Banh Mi: fresh cucumber, pickled carrots, cilantro, and spicy mayo BBQ Bacon: bacon, cheddar, BBQ sauce, and fried onions Hawaiian: pineapple, teriyaki sauce, scallions, and sesame seeds Chili: chili, cheddar, and scallions Southwest: cheddar cheese, topped with salsa and guacamole Mediterranean: tomato-cucumber salad, hummus, and feta Greek: tzatziki, cucumber, red onion, and feta on mini naan Korean: bacon, kimchi, scallion, and spicy mayo Prep Time: 40 minutes Cook Time: 20 minutes   Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board

[delectabledishesspot]

Best home food recipes

In search of a comforting meal that's simple to prepare at home? These time-honored recipes are the epitome of comfort food at home. Chicken pot pie and tomato basil soup are my favorite comfort foods. The article provides a collection of recipes that are great options for cooking at home. Let’s explore them…

Lasagna with Sausage and Spinach

Like many Italian dishes, Lasagna lends itself to numerous permutations, like this lasagna recipe that includes fresh spinach and sweet Italian sausage.

Mac and Cheese

Although macaroni and cheese are crowd-pleasers, nobody enjoys it when the sauce dries before serving time. The search for the "creamiest, cheesiest" mac and cheese ends here, with this tried-and-true recipe. But how? Heavy cream, chicken broth, sharp cheddar, Colby jack, and a generous amount of each.

Chicken Pot Pie

This traditional dish has a rich filling made of chicken, potatoes, peas, carrots, and onions. Using rotisserie chicken and adding the shredded meat straight to the gravy is a time-saving trick. Use puff pastry sheets or a premade pie crust instead of making your own from scratch.

Chicken with Spinach Stuffing Baked

This classic chicken dish won the 2006 Pillsbury Bake-Off Contest and is still a family favorite. The combination of maple-flavored syrup, peach preserves, and Worcestershire sauce is the unconventional ingredient that truly elevates this home-cooked meal—the Thanksgiving-inspired spinach stuffing pairs perfectly with the main dish.

Air-Fried Chicken Wings

Even though chicken wings are typically enjoyed at a sporting event, you can prepare them whenever you like in the comfort of your home. You can avoid using a tonne of oil when frying chicken wings in a modern air fryer. Chicken wings, salt, pepper, garlic powder, olive oil, and your preferred wing sauce are all you need to make this simple but delicious dish.

Homemade Sweet Milk Waffles

Homemade waffles can taste just as good as those from a diner. To make light, airy waffles, fold in beaten egg whites and drizzle in melted butter. Make homemade sweet milk waffles with maple syrup and whipped cream to impress your brunch guests.

Potatoes Baked Twice

Creamy mashed potatoes, sour cream, cheese, and any toppings you like go into making a batch of twice-baked potatoes. They go great with steamed greens and a bowl of homemade soup for a quick, easy weeknight meal. The addition of crispy, crumbled bacon elevates these already-excellent twice-baked potatoes.

Appetiser Bread with Cheeseboard

It's like a cheeseboard in a loaf of French bread, complete with all the fixings. To make the filling, you'll need some fresh rocket, fig preserves, dried apricots, and sliced salami. Your guests may not believe you made this meat and cheese stuffed bread loaf from scratch.

Conclusion

All of these are some of the simplest home cooking recipes. Give those a shot and enjoy the fun if you like the meal with your loved one or family.

[darcyofmine]

I know I’m very late but I was really flattered by your tagging @devisrina . I haven’t been active on here in a while but here it is :

Star Sign: Cancer apparently. Don’t really believe in astrology though.

Favorite Holidays : Ramadan. Very very spiritual time + if spent with family it’s really just on another level. It’s coming back very soon too 🥺

Last meal : Pastry with coffee. It’s finals season I need my caffeine and only that to survive 😂

Current musician : Taylor always kinda at the top but I listen to all sorts of genres lately. Rumors by Fleetwood Mac on repeat lately though.

Last movie I’ve watched: a rom-com. Like I said : finals season. I need the serotonin.

Last book I finished : Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman. It’s really good and very easy to digest which really isn’t easy for me to do lately with books unfortunately.

Last book I abandoned: unfortunately Daisy Jones after trying to read it before the series dropped. I watched the series though and liked it. But tbh I heard the author is a zionist so. Good riddance.

Currently reading : my notes for Legal Medicine exam 😂

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: my hyperfixation lately is The Bear so anything to do with the cast I guess ? But otherwise I had to do a quick research on a certain genre of painting that was born closely after the Renaissance. It was related to depicting anything related to death (mostly skulls) and stuff.

Favorite online fandom memory : Oh God. I’ve been part of many fandoms tbh (don’t interact a lot though lately bc of time constraint and well. World stuff happening.) BUT! I would say the recent GGs and the Ayo/Jeremy wins and their chemistry overall was truly mesmerizing to watch and see how well appreciated they are outside of the fandom. We have come so far guys 😂😂😂

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: Sense8…. I loved Kala and Wolfgang so much :’) they deserved a better ending….

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: Beth and Rio from Good Girls deserved to be mega famous. Their chemistry is simply too good and is worth the hype. Not to say the fandom was small but it deserved bigger hype imo.

Tempting Project You're Trying to Reign In/Don't Have Time For: No actual project but I want to rewatch old tv shows bc I’m feeling very nostalgic. I managed to binge Scandal over the break but I seem to always find myself struggling to end any series and then I’m left with like so many tv series’ finales or last seasons I still haven’t watched….. idk what this condition is called but I really struggle finishing series and I want to fix that.

Like I said I haven’t been active in a while so I fear Idk who to tag but whoever sees this feel free to do it (if you haven’t done it already!) 🫶🏼

[weightlossguru101]

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My weight loss journey began like many others', filled with hopes, doubts, and a deep desire for change. Like countless average individuals, I found myself carrying around extra pounds that had accumulated over the years. It wasn't just about the number on the scale; it was about how I felt in my own skin, my energy levels, and my overall well-being.

I remember countless attempts to shed the weight, trying various diets and exercise programs that promised quick results. Each time, I would start with determination and enthusiasm, only to be met with frustration and disappointment as the pounds stubbornly clung to my body. It felt like a never-ending battle, and at times, I wondered if I would ever be able to succeed.

But one day, something shifted within me. I stumbled upon a special smoothie recipe that promised incredible weight loss results. Intrigued, I decided to give it a try. Little did I know that this seemingly simple beverage would become a crucial component of my journey.

I started incorporating the smoothie into my daily routine, replacing one meal with its nourishing blend of fruits, vegetables, and protein. What struck me the most was its incredible taste and how it left me feeling satisfied and energized. It wasn't just a quick fix; it was a delicious, nutritious addition to my diet.

But the smoothie was just one piece of the puzzle. I realized that sustainable weight loss required a holistic approach. I educated myself about nutrition, learning to make healthier choices and practicing portion control. I found exercises and activities that I genuinely enjoyed, making movement a joyful part of my daily life.

Of course, there were setbacks along the way. There were days when I indulged in my favorite comfort foods or skipped a workout. But I learned not to beat myself up over these moments. Instead, I focused on the progress I had made and used any slip-ups as opportunities for growth and self-reflection.

As time went on, I started noticing the changes—both on the scale and in how I felt. The pounds slowly but steadily melted away, revealing a stronger, more confident version of myself. And while the smoothie played a significant role in my weight loss journey, it was just one tool in a much larger toolbox.

This weight loss journey was not a linear path. It was filled with ups and downs, doubts and triumphs. But through it all, I learned that it's not just about the smoothie; it's about embracing a balanced and sustainable lifestyle. So, to anyone out there embarking on their own weight loss journey, remember that there is no magical solution. Celebrate your victories, no matter how small, and be kind to yourself during the setbacks. Trust the process, stay consistent, and remember that your health and happiness are worth every step.

If your interested in buying the smoothe then here is the link

[evachickenfried]

How to make Hamburger Steak with Onions and Gravy Recipe

Not only do these Hamburger Steak make a quick and easy weeknight meal, but they are tender, flavorful, and covered in a delicious Onion Gravy. Add some mashed potatoes and a green vegetable and you have the perfect satisfying and comforting meal.

I’m a bit old fashioned, and I also love those classic old fashioned recipes. I love the old recipes that my mom made years ago. When growing up, I could never wait to get home from school and run into the kitchen to see what my mom was making for dinner. I was always starved by the time I got home, and also cold in the winter months. I loved it when my mom fixed my favorite comfort Hamburger Steak for dinner and anything with gravy was an added bonus! Add mashed potatoes with that gravy and oh…my!!! I could never get enough. These hamburger steaks are one of my favorite comfort foods, especially on a cold day. They’re easy and come together quickly and the rich and flavorful gravy is just as quick & easy.

INGREDIENTS FOR HAMBURGER STEAKS

1/2 cup all-purpose flour 1 1/2 pounds of ground chuck, 80/20 1 large yellow onion, diced 1 large egg 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder 1/2 teaspoon black pepper 3 tablespoons canola or vegetable oil

INGREDIENTS FOR GRAVY

1 large onion cut in half then sliced 1 can beef broth, 14 ounces, plus enough water to make 2 cups 1/4 cup all-purpose flour 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1 teaspoon Kitchen Bouquet 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce KITCHEN BOUQUET & WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE

Don’t leave either of these two ingredients out of this recipe. They both add a great deal of richness and depth of flavor to the gravy and the kitchen bouquet browns the gravy.

DESCRIPTION

These Hamburger Steaks are a quick & easy weeknight meal and I love to fix them on a chilly evening when you need a hot comforting meal to warm you up. They are delicious and satisfying!

INGREDIENTS

HAMBURGER STEAKS

1/2 cup all-purpose flour 1 1/2 pounds of ground chuck, 80/20 1 large yellow onion, diced 1 large egg 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder 1/2 teaspoon black pepper 3 tablespoons canola or vegetable oil GRAVY

1 large onion cut in half then sliced 1 can beef broth, 14 ounces, plus enough water to make 2 cups 1/4 cup all-purpose flour 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1 teaspoon Kitchen Bouquet 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce

INSTRUCTIONS

HAMBURGER STEAKS

Add the flour to a shallow edged dish and set aside. Add the ground chuck, diced onion, egg, Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder, and black pepper to a medium-sized bowl. Gently combine the ingredients by lightly mixing with your Hamburger Steak. Don’t squeeze the meat as you mix or you’ll have tough steak patties when they’re cooked. Form the meat mixture into 4 to 5 steak patties, depending on what size you want. Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Dip the steak patties in the flour on both sides and fry them in the heated skillet until they are browned on each side and cooked through. Remove them from the skillet and set aside on a plate.

GRAVY

Add the onions to the skillet and cook over medium heat, stirring often, until the onions are tender and translucent about 8 to 10 minutes. In a medium bowl or large measuring cup, whisk together the beef broth, water, flour, salt, pepper, Kitchen Bouquet, and Worcestershire sauce. Add the mixture to the skillet with the onions and whisk constantly over medium heat, until the mixture thickens. Return the hamburger steaks back to the skillet and simmer on low for about 15 minutes. Serve with mashed potatoes and a green vegetable.

[kinghairington]

Let Me Take Care of You [E.M.]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, appearances by Corroded Coffin, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max Word Count: 1k Summary: Eddie was terrible at taking care of himself and it was especially bad before a gig. Warnings: SFW. Fluff. One curse word. Food talk and eating. A/N: Request for reader taking care of Eddie before a gig. No mention of reader's physical features. No spoilers. Masterlist.

Eddie was the worst at taking care of himself. Before you started dating, you were sure that you had never seen him actually eat an entire meal. A handful of Apple Jacks, pretzels at lunch, a can of Mountain Dew, a can of beer. 

It was kind of disgusting in all honesty. 

But, more than that, it was worrying. 

You left it alone most of the time, not wanting to seem like the nagging girls a lot of guys complained about. Not that you believed Eddie would ever complain about your affections - he constantly made it clear exactly how much he appreciated it. 

Then somewhere along the way, between months 3 and 4 of dating maybe, you noticed all the ways he took care of you. 

If he caught you shiver even once, his leather jacket was draped across your shoulders before you even knew you were cold. Shoes untied? Eddie was dropping to a knee in the middle of the hall to fix that. And he always had an extra box of your favorite movie theater candy in his jacket pocket (that he for sure snuck in instead of buying at the snack counter because, well, money). 

From there, it was so easy to jump in to try to take care of him as much as possible, and that had continued for the last year. 

After graduation, Corroded Coffin had become a bigger priority for Eddie and the other guys and they were constantly busy with practicing and gigs. Paid gigs! 

If Eddie wasn’t with you or working at the repair shop, he was with Corroded Coffin. Sometimes he was with you and the band, which meant you’d taken to feeding all four of them. 

It wasn’t like it was difficult grabbing some food from the grocery store and making sandwiches, but sometimes you wondered if it was a little too cookie cutter for your relationship. But then Eddie would meet you at your car when you arrived at practice with a huge smile on his face and it was, like, fuck it. It was worth being in the kitchen for all of 10 minutes.  

“There’s my girl!” He exclaimed as you stepped out of the car and grabbed one of the bags, giving him a short kiss and making way to the garage. Eddie was quick to grab the second one, taking a peek inside and smiling at its contents before following behind. 

You tossed the paper grocery bag onto the rickety table against one wall of the garage and watched as the other band members descended upon it as if they were dogs having their first meal of the day. But, no, they were simply men who were starving every second. There was nothing particularly fancy about the sandwiches - just ham and turkey with cheese slapped between two slices of wheat bread for nutritional value and a little mustard for extra flavor - but all customers were extremely satisfied. 

A chorus of thank yous sounded even while they stuffed their faces. 

“Slow down,” you called out around a laugh as Gareth stuffed a quarter triangle into his mouth at once, Jeff already slapping the drummer’s back. “You can’t play if you’re dead, and I don’t think your cause of death would be very metal.” 

Eddie chuckled as the guys laughed at Gareth’s expense. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, wrapping an arm around your waist and gently pulling you back to sit with him on the beat up couch. It squeaked as the two of you settled. 

“Thanks for that,” he said, tilting his head toward the guys eating and leaning over to grab a bag of pretzels. He tore it open and took a bite of one as you sighed. 

You grabbed one of the wrapped sandwiches before they were all gone. 

Gareth was almost on his second. 

“Here, baby. You need food, too.” You unwrapped the sandwich and placed it in one of Eddie’s hands, the bag of pretzels resting on his side you weren’t pressed against. “Want chips?” 

Eddie was still bashful when receiving attention like this, but he nodded and muttered a soft “sure” and took a bite of the sandwich. When you offered the chips, he took a few from the bag and placed them inside the sandwich before taking another bite with a pronounced crunch. 

“There are waters and some bananas in the bag you brought in. Make sure you drink plenty of water before and after you get off stage, okay? Not just beer. Those stage lights are hot.” 

Eddie’s cheeks were a little rosier when you finished your usual speech, but he was used to it by now. 

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted with one hand because, thankfully, he was holding the sandwich with the other and actually eating. “I know you’ll be watching me.”

“I have to go, but I’ll be there before you go on.” 

You pressed a kiss to his still warm cheek and stood up. 

“Don’t forget your water, boys!” You raised a hand to wave before leaving to pick up Eddie’s motley crew of kids. Eddie would playfully complain later that you brought them bags of chips and candy, but you knew they’d probably had a home cooked meal before leaving their houses. 

The kids were waiting at the end of the Wheeler’s driveway. Dustin screeched out “shotgun!” before you even rolled to a stop and received a push from Lucas before the taller boy gave in and climbed into the backseat, pressing Max closer to the passenger door with Mike following after him. 

“Seat belts, please,” you requested, checking the rearview mirror to make sure the teens were doing as you said. They were good kids and you briefly wondered if your future children would be as excited to go to one of Eddie’s gigs. 

(That was truly a thought for another time because that part of your relationship hadn’t even come up yet.) 

The sound of a paper bag crinkling filled the car as Mike searched inside. 

“Is this for Eddie?” 

You laughed and shook your head before pulling away from the curb.

“Eat up, kiddos. That’s all yours.” 

[kimnjss]

how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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[celestialrry]

stood up

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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) )  here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з

summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note

Y/N was excited.

It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.

That’s what she kept telling herself anyways. 

It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such. 

Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie. 

So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”

He was not.

It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins. 

He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again. 

Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem. 

Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing. 

Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft  “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.

A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up. 

 So yeah, Y/N was excited.

She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.

Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.

He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch. 

8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.  

She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.

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Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.

Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

Until, he was.

Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.

In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.

When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.

He stood her up. 

Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).

And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing. 

What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat. 

But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning. 

“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.

“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .

At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”

“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.

Now this, this was a mistake.

“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.

“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”

At these words, Mitch stands straight up  making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes. 

“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again. 

“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.

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The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal. 

She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.

A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night.  She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.

Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”

Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room. 

“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end. 

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It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him. 

Harry just couldn’t take it anymore. 

It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.” 

She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going. 

“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”

It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,

I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”

His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.” 

His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.

“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face. 

She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.

“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”