#you've got diamonds for teeth my love

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You've Got Diamonds For Teeth, My Love

Rated: M

Warning(s): Suggestive. Very suggestive. No smut, though

Description: Today is supposed to be a quiet day; one of the only days that could vaguely be considered "free time" so close to their comeback. Sumin had planned to spend it quietly in Jinsik's company, the two of them working on their own projects while in each other's orbit, because that's how most of their dates go to begin with, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

Unfortunately, Sumin's feelings—some new and some still unsaid from months ago—prove to be too much of a distraction for him. Then again, if it leads to them both discovering new things about each other, is it really such a bad thing?

(Read on Ao3)

Note if you don't use ao3 and can't see the notes I put there: I made Sumin trans and Jinsik autistic because I'm autistic and trans and I say so. I did the same thing with Jinsik in LYHSU, again because I'm autistic and I see him with my autistic eyes, however it should go without saying that I am not diagnosing him nor am I clocking Sumin, this is just my fun projection onto their stage personas.

It's unusually quiet in the dorms today. Minjae is holed up in his room, no doubt having been up since the previous night working on his own projects. Junmin has been dragged out by the four of the 05s for a day out on the town, though he only agreed to it on the condition that they come straight back home if they're spotted. All the better, really, considering their comeback is in less than a week. Speaking of the comeback, Hyunwoo has elected to stay in the practice rooms to clean up some choreo details that he claimed to be lacking in. Sumin thinks he's doing fine—especially considering his comparatively late start—but decided not to argue as he left. Jinsik is staying home to keep Junghoon company, so that leaves Sumin with the opportunity to be completely—well, almost—alone with his boyfriend for a whole day. It's not like they won't be getting anything done anyway; Sumin's got his notebook in his lap that he's drafting a new song in while Jinsik goes over his vocals.

Jinsik's voice is fucking gorgeous. Even while just going through warmups, he has Sumin mesmerized. It might be a bad thing, considering that he has projects to work on, but it's fine. There's no deadline yet, so he can afford to bask in his love a little longer. At this point, he's sure most Roadies have caught on to their relationship with how much he sings his praise for Jinsik's... Everything, really—not to mention their whole "honey-darling" thing getting exposed early on. It's not like he minds. From what he's seen while stalking his own searches, those who have caught on are at least graciously staying silent for their sake or are thinking that they're imagining things.

"Koong, koong, yeah no turning back~" Jinsik changes up his run at the end this time. He's surprised himself with how nice it sounds compared to his other practice runs, if the way he perks up like a happy puppy has anything to show for it. Sumin hides his smile behind his notebook. He'd hate to distract Jinsik with his feelings—which are very much not conducive to his practicing! Still, he can't resist the urge to compliment him.

"You should do that the next time we perform it live, jagi. Roady will go wild for it," he comments. He watches the blush dust Jinsik's cheeks, accompanied by that flustered half-smile he always has whenever someone praises him unexpectedly. Jinsik knocks his foot against his from the other side of the couch they've been sharing.

"Stop it. They'll go wilder for your killing scream—they have been, actually. Did you see how they reacted to the teaser?" Ah, Jinsik, humble and deflecting the praise as always. Good thing Sumin is persistent enough to keep laying it on until Jinsik accepts it.

"I did. I couldn't have done it without your voice leading me in, though." Sumin closes his notebook to seal his words in. He isn't going to get much work done at this point, anyway. Jinsik makes a sort of whining noise in complaint, staring off somewhere to the side instead of meeting Sumin's eyes. That's fine by Sumin, he knows how Jinsik is with eye contact. He won't force him. "I mean it! You have a really impressive high note before I scream anyway, Roady will love a double kill like that! I love it!" He crawls over to Jinsik's side of the couch, stopping just short of his lap. "I love you~ " he adds, just because he can.

"You're distracting me from my practice," Jinsik mutters, though his smile is audible in his words. He continues before Sumin can respond. "I don't mind, though. I was running words—out of the—running of—" he cuts himself off with an incoherent jumble of half-words, his tongue betraying him yet again. Cute.

"Take your time, jagi." Sumin reaches out to take Jinsik's hand, squeezing it in reassurance. Jinsik squeezes it back, fumbling with his free hand for his phone. He taps something out on his notes, passing it to Sumin after a moment.

"Was running out of words for 2day neway, if I kept going I wouldn't want 2 talk when the others get home :(" it says. Understandable, he's been practicing all their previous releases and every song on their upcoming comeback since they had finished lunch. Sumin expresses this much in the reply he types out on another line.

"That's fair, you've been at it for a while now. The others will understand though, you don't have to worry about that!" He passes Jinsik's phone back to him, watching his face while he waits for the reply. Jinsik's eyebrows furrow, and those pretty lips twist into a pout.

"Yea bt I wanna talk 2 them :( Idk it jst feels kinda unfair if I'm 2 tired 2 talk" Jinsik looks up at Sumin like a kicked puppy when he passes the phone back to him. Sumin's heart lurches in his chest. Jinsik is truly too sweet for this world.

"Jagiya, everyone would rather you be quiet and comfortable than force yourself to talk if you don't want to! If anyone gives you trouble for it, I'll scold them >:(" Jinsik's face breaks into a smile upon reading Sumin's reply. God, that smile. Sumin had already been enamored the moment he saw it. If Jinsik had looked like an untouchable angel before he smiled, then after he did, he looked like the sun's warmth personified; and Sumin was freezing . The way his eyes curve up into crescent moons, those adorable dimples, and his teeth... Those fucking teeth. So straight and white and a subtle sort of sharp that Sumin sort of really wants to feel sinking into his skin. He shakes the thought out of his head just in time for Jinsik to pass his phone back to him.

"You'll blow out everyone's ears lol" Sumin has to take a second to recall what they had just been talking about, having gotten more than a little caught up in his own head. Jinsik giggles as Sumin fumbles to reply. What can he say, at this point? Surely Jinsik has caught on to the state he's in, right?

"Uh. Sorry, head empty," Sumin stammers out loud, handing Jinsik's phone back to him with the cursor blinking on an empty line. Jinsik can't stop giggling as he types up his next message. Sumin bites his lip to hold back the rush of feelings that bubble up in his chest at the sound, all those soft and gushy sweet nothings that the others make fun of him for every time he lets them slip around them. It's not like he's embarrassed to be this in love, it's just... This is a side that only Jinsik can unlock. It's only fair that only Jinsik can see it.

"U were the one trying to distract me and now here u are~ U didn't even want to work on anything, did u? 🤨" Jinsik keeps grinning at him when he passes his phone over, his tongue sticking out from between his teeth like a playful puppy. This is not helping Sumin out of the pit he's falling into!

"I did, I was working on things!" Sumin whines out loud, pulling another round of giggles from Jinsik. Fuck it, might as well bite the bullet.

"But yeah I guess you're right... Since we're both distracted, can I just kiss you instead?" This time, Sumin is the one who can't face Jinsik while passing the phone back. It's sort of stupid how flustered he still gets even after they've been together for almost a year now. Then again, even after this long, Jinsik still finds new ways to thrill him.

Like now, when Jinsik's pocketing his phone instead of typing a new message and pulling Sumin the rest of the way into his lap. He reaches up to cup Sumin's face with his free hand, his thumb gently tracing over his lip in a silent request. Sumin's breath hitches.

"Please," he whispers. There's barely any space between them now, yet it's also far too much. Jinsik huffs out a laugh into that minute chasm between them. 

He knocks his forehead against Sumin's—most likely to tease him for still being too shy to initiate it when he had been the one to ask for a kiss to begin with—and finally closes the distance between them.

Sumin melts into him instantly. Jinsik smiles against his lips, soft and sweet. It shouldn't be this easy to wind him up, but here he is falling apart just from one kiss and the warmth of Jinsik's hand on his face. Then again, it's been quite a while since they've had time to be alone together, and it'll be even longer until they get this chance again. Best savour the chance while they have it.

Sumin sighs against Jinsik's lips, still so soft against his own even though he feels like a dog straining at its leash. Jinsik takes it as a sign to deepen the kiss, tilting his head and slotting their lips together until Sumin's head is spinning.

"Jagi," he all but whimpers. Jinsik hums in response, those deep brown eyes staring into his with so much unbridled love that Sumin's breath gets knocked straight from his chest. Not the best thing to happen considering he had broken the kiss to catch it, but that doesn't matter. His want for oxygen is irrelevant, he needs Jinsik. It must be obvious with the way Jinsik grins at him, his tongue curling around his canines and setting Sumin's heart alight.

"I really want you to bite me," Sumin blurts out, breathless and dazed. Jinsik gives a choked yelp, drawing back in surprise. He doesn't push Sumin away, at least. "I-I mean! I just—um." Sumin flails for the right words to explain himself, looking everywhere but Jinsik's flushed face. "I really like your teeth?"

Nailed it.

Jinsik gives a flustered squeak, his hands instinctively coming up to cover his mouth. Sumin has half a mind to stop him but refrains. Jinsik has never handled being suddenly restrained very well.

"Please don't misunderstand, it's just... I've been thinking about it for a while—”

“I’d say it was Jinsik,” Sumin had said upon being asked who in his team should be MVP for short-forms. “At first he seemed a bit awkward, but as time went by he started to relax and his charm started to come out.” At this point, he had known he was starting to ramble. He knew it could be risky for him to spill his feelings so obviously, but perhaps if he kept his face neutral, made sure his tone was even—something he was much better at than the boy whose heart is in his hands—then perhaps it would be okay. “His teeth are so even, so when he was telling the camera his superpower and showing them off, it was so ravishing that I picked him.” Okay. That was definitely way too much to say. He at least managed to say it neutrally enough that the PDs behind the camera didn’t notice anything off. His rambling made it into the final cut of the episode, interspersed with cuts of Jinsik’s gorgeous smile highlighted by some ridiculous glitter filter. Thank fuck he at least kept it together externally in front of the cameras. Sumin still remembers what it was like to actually watch Jinsik grin like that in person; his eyes helplessly drawn to the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth while he stuttered and reset his mouth before retaking yet another line, grinning all the while. Once he noticed, he couldn’t stop. It was killing him.

“—and I just think I would like it?" 

Sumin's doing an awful job at sounding sure of himself. Jinsik seems to agree, staring up at him like he's sprouted a tail. He drops Sumin's gaze after a moment. Sumin opens his mouth to explain further or drop the subject only to find all his words stolen from him at the sight of Jinsik lowering his hands.

Jinsik's tongue traces his teeth, slow and unsure. He gently bites down once he reaches his canine, its sharp point sinking into his flesh. Sumin's throat goes dry. Jinsik winces in pain, shutting his mouth and staring up at Sumin like he's been handed a gun and told to shoot. He doesn't let the eye contact waver this time, so Sumin knows it's serious.

"You won't hurt me, jagi. Your tongue is more sensitive than—" Sumin clears his throat to brace himself. "—I dunno, my neck." Fuck. Still stumbled. Jinsik drops his gaze, staring down at the coffee table instead. He seems to be fighting with himself over Sumin's suggestion. Sumin gives him another to alleviate his worry and fill the silence between them—not like they'd been especially loud before, he hopes. "I won't force you if you don't want to do it. You do know that applies to everything I ask you, right? If you say no, I won't be mad."

Jinsik nods slowly, his resolve finally returning to his eyes when he locks them with Sumin's again. He takes Sumin's hand, those pretty fingers wrapping around his wrist and bringing it up to his face. Sumin doesn't pull away, half suspecting Jinsik's intentions. As predicted, he presses his kiss-red lips to Sumin's fingers. Then, as not predicted, he parts them to place the first two fingertips between his teeth—not biting down yet, just holding them there. He hasn't taken his eyes off Sumin's for this entire exchange. The contrast between Jinsik's shy doe eyes asking him for permission and the blunt presence of his teeth already on Sumin's skin is so much hotter than he ever would have imagined.

"Yeah," Sumin chokes out, "go ahead." The words are thick in his throat and he's only half aware that they've even gotten out of him. Is this how Jinsik feels when he gets tongue-tied?

He doesn't have any time to contemplate the question before Jinsik's biting down; slowly at first, an almost imperceptible pressure that quickly blooms into twin pinpricks of pleasure-pain once he applies some real force into it. Sumin just barely bites down the whine bubbling up in his throat, but can't hide the shiver that rattles down his entire body. Jinsik releases him almost immediately, his eyes darting about in panic. Sumin rushes to reassure him.

"It's okay, I'm okay! It doesn't hurt," he soothes. "You can do it harder, I like it." His face burns with the admission, but it's not like he was lying. Jinsik raises his eyebrow, taking Sumin up on the challenge.

This time, he takes Sumin's fingers down to the second knuckle, parting them with his tongue until they're both directly between his teeth. He gives less warning and more force this time, emboldened by his first success.

Sumin can't hide his moan this time, slapping his free hand over his mouth to at least muffle the sound. Something darkens in Jinsik's eyes, reminiscent of the devil that Sumin sometimes sees while watching his fancams. He loosens his hold for just a second to let Sumin recover before closing his jaws around him again—the hardest bite yet. This one has Sumin slumping against the couch, weak with the want that's been burning in his stomach.

"What the fuck? " Hyunwoo's voice sounds from behind them. The combined force of Sumin and Jinsik's flinching nearly sends Sumin tumbling to the floor, saved only by Jinsik's arm around his waist.

"Can you not sneak up on me like that—" Sumin hisses, whipping around to glare at Hyunwoo. He hides his hand—his first two fingers slightly slick with spit—as quickly as he can, but the damage has been done.

"Can you not do that? At least not on the couch that we have to share?" Hyunwoo retorts. "You know what, I don't even want to know what you guys were doing, if you're not gonna stop, just take it to a room!" he storms off before Sumin can snap back at him. It doesn't stop Sumin from hissing a: "We weren't planning to do anything, but fine!" after him under his breath. He turns back to face Jinsik after a moment, somewhat shaky now that the adrenaline rush—both from being bitten and from getting caught—is starting to wear off. Jinsik gladly welcomes him back into his arms to hide. There's a slight shifting of Jinsik taking his phone back out of his pocket, and he taps Sumin's shoulder shortly after.

"Doesn't him leaving sort of defeat the point of us getting a room?" Sumin barks out a laugh upon reading Jinsik's message. Jinsik whines in complaint, lightly smacking Sumin's arm with his phone.

"Ah, sorry, I wasn't laughing at you," Sumin placates. He presses a kiss to Jinsik's cheek in apology, Jinsik melting against him in acceptance. "You're right, but we should probably move anyway. Now that Hyunwoo's home, we'll probably have more interruptions if we stay out here." Sumin is loath to leave the warmth of Jinsik's embrace, but he forces himself up and off the couch. "Do you want to keep going? We don't have to, I'll get back to work if you don't." Jinsik accepts the hand that Sumin holds out to help him up, although he just clings to Sumin in favour of going anywhere else. Sumin makes a questioning noise, unsure of whether he should leave Jinsik be or drag him to his room. He'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer the latter over the former, but he'd rather let Jinsik control the pace of their relationship.

"My room is farther from the others, let's go there," Jinsik's next message says, followed by: "I don't want to stop." The heat in Sumin's stomach—that had been significantly dampened by Hyunwoo's return—comes roaring back to life as he reads it.

All the words that he could say in response get caught in his throat at once, so he leans in to kiss Jinsik instead. Jinsik is quick to reciprocate, pulling him in by the waist and swiping his tongue over Sumin's lips.

Oh. He's eager.

Sumin's knees nearly give out on him at the realization, held up only by Jinsik's hold on him. They should probably get to Jinsik's room, fast.

"Mmh—jagi, come on," Sumin manages to stammer in between kisses. "Let's get to your room before someone else walks in." Jinsik growls against him in complaint, but he eventually relents, pulling back for just long enough to drag Sumin to his room and close the door behind them. As soon as the door clicks shut, Jinsik is back on him, all but tackling him onto his bed—thank god he's on the bottom bunk—and crashing their lips together again.

Sumin easily melts under him, pliant and weak for his enthusiasm. Jinsik has always thrown his all into expressing his feelings; crying when he's sad, laughing when he's happy—Sumin has yet to see what would happen if he gets angry, but just the thought of it sends a thrill down his spine like no other. This, though... Jinsik kisses him like he wants to eat him alive, all teeth and tongue that burns his desire into Sumin's very soul.

Jinsik wants him.

The realization has Sumin muffling a moan into Jinsik's mouth, blindly grasping at his cardigan to ground himself. Jinsik huffs a laugh against his lips, sultry and self-satisfied. He must be on a mission to single-handedly kill Sumin today. He guides Sumin a little farther up the bed to settle in next to him, breaking the kiss to slip the cardigan off. Sumin chokes on his own breath.

"Uh," he stammers. Perfectly articulate! Okay, can he really be blamed for losing his grasp on language at the sight of his boyfriend's arms? First of all, Jinsik is his boyfriend , second, he may not be as big of a gym rat as Minjae-hyung or Hunter but his arms are fucking nice . Third of all, Jinsik is kissing him again, so he has no need for words now, anyway. Jinsik keeps it relatively chaste this time, leaving Sumin to catch his breath while he leaves a line of kisses down his jaw leading down to his neck. Ah, right. He'd mentioned that earlier. Jinsik mouths over Sumin's pulse point, most likely able to feel his heart pounding through the sensitive skin there. Sumin digs his hand into the sheets, too shy to reach out and grab for Jinsik's waist despite their proximity. He's burning up, he realizes.

"Jagi—ah—hold on," Sumin groans, his speech slurred by the heat under his collar and Jinsik's ministrations. Jinsik immediately pulls back, his eyes shining with muted concern. It does little to mask how his pupils are blown wide open, something dark burning behind them that has Sumin biting back a whimper. He pulls himself together just enough to strip himself of his hoodie; the material much too thick and heat-trapping for what he's doing. Besides, he wants to feel Jinsik's touch. "Sorry, got too hot," he mutters, tossing it somewhere across the room.

Jinsik stares at him with nothing short of hunger . He still has a t-shirt on—they both do—but Jinsik's gaze is so intense that it feels like he can see straight through it; past his skin right to his jackhammering heart. Suddenly shy under Jinsik's scrutiny, Sumin crosses his arms over his chest, digging his fingers into his arms to hide his self-consciousness.

"What? My body isn't that built, is it?" he asks. He gives Jinsik a hopefully lighthearted smile, his eyes dropping away from Jinsik's eyes; down to his flushed cheeks, his kiss-swollen lips parted to reveal those fucking perfect teeth, the bob of his Adam's apple, the pretty jut of his collarbones. No matter where he looks, he can still feel Jinsik's gaze raking up and down his body like a floodlight.

Is this why Jinsik avoids eye contact all the time?  He'd once told Sumin that it feels too personal, too searching when other people look him in the eye. Sumin is sure that had been true, but perhaps Jinsik had also been protecting everyone else from himself. If he feels like this just from Jinsik looking at his body, surely he would combust if their eyes meet. He manages to hide his eyes until Jinsik reaches out for him again, grasping his hand and gently pulling it away from where he had been digging his nails into his arm. He hadn't even noticed the pain until it was gone. He lets his other arm drop, forcing the tension to bleed out from his shoulders so Jinsik knows he still has a green light.

"Sumin," Jinsik sighs, his voice low and ever so slightly rough from disuse. Sumin's eyes snap back up to meet his; if he's speaking again, it's serious. Jinsik's eyes are fathomlessly deep pools of love and desire, flecks of concern flashing within the depths. Sumin's breath is punched from his chest. "You're beautiful. It doesn't matter how built your body is, I still want it."

Sumin chokes on his own breath. Jinsik does too, if the panicked tongue-tied noises that accompany Sumin's wheezing have anything to show for it.

"I mean—not like that, I didn't—yes like that but—" Jinsik's half-sentence ends in a whine that he muffles into his free hand. Sumin lets out a flustered laugh, squeezing Jinsik's hand in reassurance.

"It's okay, I get what you mean. Do you want to keep going?" Sumin asks, his smile coming naturally now that some of the tension between them has dissolved. "You don't have to say it out loud, just kiss me if you do."

Jinsik wastes no time in diving right back in, twisting his hand so he can entwine his fingers with Sumin's as their lips meet. He's smiling against Sumin's lips, kissing him with a familiar spark behind it that has Sumin's heart swooping. He's grown more daring with this latest break, his free hand seeking out Sumin's and guiding it to his own waist. Sumin flails for half a second until Jinsik's tongue returns and he's gladly digging his fingers into that soft warmth. He's tempted to dip his hand under the fabric between him and Jinsik's skin, feel the way his muscles tense under him, maybe dig his nails in and leave marks somewhere the stylists won't see. He refrains. Better to let Jinsik make the first move on that front.

As if on cue, Jinsik's free hand slips under his shirt—not far, just his fingertips skimming over the jut of his hip. Sumin still feels sparks from his touch. Jinsik starts to pull back—most likely to check if that's okay with him—and Sumin surges up to reconnect them. This is more than okay with him, Jinsik could do pretty much whatever he wanted and Sumin would let him.

"Please," he whispers, in case Jinsik needs more clarity. Jinsik grins at him, somehow adorable and absolutely wicked at the same time. He gestures for Sumin to wait, pushing himself up to the headboard and propping himself up with his pillow. Heat rushes to Sumin's face. He can't possibly mean—! All of Sumin's thoughts fracture into nothing when Jinsik makes a "come hither" movement with his fingers. That has absolutely no right to be as hot as it is! Sumin bites back a fucking mewl as he crawls into Jinsik's lap, heat pooling honey-slow in his stomach. He settles a safe distance from Jinsik—close enough to not risk falling off, but still far enough for some breathing room just in case—hyper aware of how his legs are bracketing Jinsik's hips.

Contrasting Sumin's expectations, Jinsik doesn't immediately start digging into him. He's slow instead, almost reverent in the way he slides his hands up Sumin's thighs and up his shirt. Sumin lets out a shaky sigh as those pretty hands skirt over his hips, one hand settling at his waist and the other continuing up to his chest until he can trace the scars there. He's painfully gentle, glancing up into Sumin's eyes as his fingers follow the lines left by Sumin's surgeon.

Jinsik tilts his head up at him. He already knows about this aspect of Sumin's life, but they've never really gone into extensive detail about it. Sumin can see the questions drifting about in the sea of love that are Jinsik's eyes. Is it okay to touch you here? Did it hurt? What was it like, having to deal with this before? Sumin only nods to answer the first, the rest can come later.

"Come here, jagi," Sumin murmurs. "Don't be shy." He drapes his arms around Jinsik's neck, playing with the collar of his shirt. He sort of wants to take it off him, expose the unmarred skin underneath and ravage him until he's fully marked up as his and only his. He refrains, though. He'll wait for Jinsik to let him first, and he has plenty of patience.

Jinsik, ever the sweet boyfriend, pulls Sumin into a hug. He sighs against the crook of Sumin's neck, soft lips brushing over his throat. Sumin shivers under him, yet again reminded of the sharp teeth hidden behind that softness.

"Love you," Jinsik whispers, and then he's pressing a kiss to Sumin's pulse point and sinking those teeth in.

"Ah—!" Sumin's gasp is far too loud for the space they're in; although it's not like he's in any state to care. He tangles his fingers into Jinsik's hair to hold him there, even when it starts to hurt. Jinsik releases him right when it's at the edge of too much, lapping his tongue over the bite like some kind of beast. Sumin keens, tilting his head to give Jinsik better access.

Jinsik practically purrs , kissing and biting his way down Sumin's neck until he's filling the room with his gasps and bitten-off moans. He soothes every bite with his tongue, the hand on Sumin's waist tracing patterns into his skin to ground him as he squirms.

"Love you," Jinsik whispers after a particularly hard bite. "Love you so much."

The hand that had been tracing his scars comes to rest over Sumin's heart, perhaps the only thing keeping it from beating out of his chest. Sumin would let him take it out of its cage any day, hold him while it bleeds and beats just for him. A year earlier, he would have been scared to be so completely at Jinsik's mercy; now it just thrills him all the more. Jinsik is good to him—too good, sometimes—he can handle a little pain.

"I love you too," Sumin sighs. "More than I can ever say." Jinsik makes a soft noise of dissent. He takes his hand out from under Sumin's shirt to press a finger to his lips. Sumin understands it perfectly: "Don't say it, then. Just show me."

He does exactly that, entwining his hand with Jinsik's and kissing him hard. Jinsik hums appreciatively against his lips, opening up to his mercy. Sumin nearly nicks his tongue against Jinsik's teeth, drawing a low moan from his boyfriend.

Oh. So this is how he had been feeling.

Sumin's world tints pink upon this first taste of control; he'd very much like to drown in it now that he knows the hold he has over Jinsik. He hardly lets himself up to breathe, diving in deeper every time he returns. With the way he now leans over Jinsik, he's forced to guide his hands to his hips to avoid hurting Jinsik's wrist; he has to dig his fingers in to ground himself at some points. Sumin hopes they leave bruises.

He shifts a little so he can return the favour, bracing Jinsik's neck with one hand while the other snakes up the side of Jinsik's shirt. He openly moans into Jinsik's mouth when he reaches the dip of his waist, toned and irresistible. He's going to have a hard time keeping his hands off once tonight is over. Jinsik shivers, ticklish under his touch. Sumin itches to dig his nails in. Would Jinsik like it as much as he likes Jinsik's grip on his hips? Would he squirm away from his hand, breaking the kiss to laugh? He lightly scratches down Jinsik's waist, just to test the waters. 

Jinsik jolts at the contact, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Sumin's halfway to pulling back to ask if he's okay until Jinsik's squeezing his hips so hard they definitely bruise. The noise he makes is so desperate that there's no way that Sumin could possibly misinterpret it—especially not when accompanied by the pleading look in those dewy eyes.

"Do you like that, jagi?" he coos, even though he already knows the answer. Jinsik nods so hard that he nearly clocks Sumin in the jaw if not for his quick reflexes. He presses quick, insistent kisses all along Sumin's jaw; his form of begging when he isn't in the mood to speak. Fuck, he's so cute. Sumin obliges before Jinsik can start whining, leaning down to claim his lips and his waist this time. The kiss starts off gentle, a stark contrast to the blunt scrape of his nails in Jinsik's skin.

It's hard not to be a little rough from then onward. Jinsik's reactions are intoxicating; arching into Sumin's touch the harder and higher up his chest that he scratches, moaning into Sumin's mouth until he's sucking on Sumin's tongue to muffle himself. Sumin feels fucking feral. The heat that had been smoldering in his stomach has long blazed into something out of control, throbbing dully deep inside him to the beat of his racing heart. Jinsik is just as hot—both figuratively and literally—but it doesn't stop Sumin from pulling himself ever closer into his lap. He wants to be closer, wants to feel him until just touching isn't enough, until there's nothing between them and—

Oh.

Oh.

Jinsik pulls back with a yelp, his entire body snapping taut like a puppet's. It takes half a second for him to regain control of his hands; another hand second for him to start pushing Sumin away. The sharp knife of alarm is quick to cut through Sumin's haze of arousal, though the whiplash in mood has him a little sluggish.

He scrambles to get off Jinsik's lap, his legs tangling with themselves and tripping him so he falls somewhere farther down the mattress. He shakes himself back to a state of semi-clarity, his chest heaving to catch his breath.

"Jagiya? You okay?" he asks. Sure the sudden rejection may sting a little, but something had clearly spooked Jinsik; his comfort is more important than Sumin's libido—he has his hands and a toy for that.

Jinsik makes a whine of distress, patting at the sheets in search of his phone. His eyes dart every which way, so quickly that Sumin feels dizzy just looking at him. He's still panting heavily—which would be incredibly hot in any other context than this clear panic. Sumin's stomach drops in dread. What had he done? What can he do?

"Jinsik, please breathe," Sumin murmurs shakily. "I'm not upset. You know that I'm not upset, right?" He rushes to reassure him, though there isn't much he can do from here but hope that his words get through to him. Jinsik doesn't do well with being touched during an upcoming meltdown. Jinsik gives a somewhat absent nod, half-choking on his own breath. It at least forces him to slow down slightly, a drop of clarity returning to his eyes. "Looking for your phone?" Jinsik nods again, heaving one last painful breath before swallowing and forcing himself to steady his breathing. His hands tangle white-knuckled in the sheets, unsuccessful in their search. Sumin remembers it had been in his pocket; one glance at Jinsik's lap is enough to tell him it's still there. Something else is also quite prominent that hadn't been there before.

Sumin's face flushes a deep red, and he turns his head away so quickly that his neck cracks.

"It's, uh," he stammers, clearing his throat. "It's still in your pocket." He spots the cardigan that Jinsik had discarded earlier and blindly tosses it in his direction; a little cover so they can both have a little cover from the, uh, situation at hand.

There's a strained sort of hum of thanks from Jinsik, then the room falls silent save for the frantic tapping of Jinsik's fingers on his phone. Sumin uses the time to calm himself down and think of how to respond to whatever Jinsik has to say. Realistically, he should have known something like this would have happened. Sure they've made out before, but never this intensely—not to mention ever getting this close to going a step further. It's a natural progression for a relationship, but they need to talk about these kinds of things first. Even though they had fallen for each other at first sight, they still talked just as friends for months, then talked through every step of their relationship once they—and the rest of the group—were unable to ignore their feelings for each other. They'd had plenty of conversations about how to properly accommodate Jinsik—that also ended up helping the rest of the group as a whole—and perhaps they could have had a few more conversations about Sumin's body and what he could or couldn't do with the others, but this... This is a complete blind zone for them both. No wonder Jinsik had panicked so badly.

Jinsik growls in frustration from his place at the headboard. Sumin glances over at him—the cardigan is securely over his lap and concealing their main source of stress—and is met with the sight of him glaring at his own phone, erasing another message.

"Jagi," he calls out, softly enough to not startle him but firmly enough that Jinsik pauses his typing. "You don't have to be so stressed out. I'm not upset at you. It's only natural that you panicked, we didn't talk about this beforehand. I'm sorry for startling you." He makes his way back to Jinsik's side as he speaks, careful not to touch him. Jinsik sighs, some tension visibly bleeding from his shoulders as he types up one last line.

"M really sorry for freaking out it ws jst 2 much yeobo m sry :(" it says on one line. The next line under it reads: "I know ure not mad bt I still feel bad for it since u obviously rly liked it" . The third and final line reads: "Ye we def still need 2 talk bcus I rly don't think I'm ready to do that yet m sry :("

"Yah, stop apologizing!" Sumin chides out loud as he reads through them. Jinsik flinches, but he at least manages a weak smile. "It doesn't matter how much I liked it, now I'm just worried that I was pushing you. How were you feeling?" he asks. Normally, he would take Jinsik's phone to type that up himself, but his brain is going too fast for his fingers at the moment and he needs to let Jinsik know that none of this is his fault nor would Sumin ever hold this to him as fast as he can. Jinsik takes it well, typing out a new message in response.

"I liked it 2, if ure nervous abt scratching me u rly don't have 2 worry bcus I liked that the most" Jinsik hides his face with his free hand while he shows this one to Sumin, although Sumin can still see the blush creeping down his ears and neck. He breathes a sigh of relief; that had been exactly what he was worried about.

"That's good, because I liked doing it," Sumin admits, his voice fraying a little at the edges near the end. He clears his throat to try again. "I liked it when you bit me. I already thought I would, but having it actually happen was a totally different experience." Jinsik's breath hitches, and he yanks the phone back to type another line.

"How long were u thinking abt that?!" It's Sumin's turn to blush this time. Would it be too much to admit it?

"Since we were making those first short-forms with Young Prince for Let's Go Xikers," he mutters. Jinsik makes a strangled noise in response instead of typing out a message. "That's when I first noticed! Then I just couldn't un-notice, and then I would watch your fancams for fun and you were always grinning so widely and showing off your teeth, so I would start thinking, and then—" Sumin cuts off his own rambling with a muted scream that he muffles into his hands. The bed creaks with Jinsik's laughter next to him, so contagious that he can't help but laugh as well, slightly delirious from the emotional rollercoaster that he's just been through. "Ugh, don't get me started on it, I'll work myself up again..." he groans into his hands.

As much as he's tried to talk himself down—and this conversation has certainly helped—he's still running quite hot. He should probably leave if Jinsik is still overwhelmed; he knows Jinsik prefers company to help him calm down, but if he still wants him during this, it'll do no good. Jinsik taps his shoulder after a moment, a new message displayed on his phone.

"I don't mind that part.. I don't want u 2 leave, I jst don't want 2 do more than kiss" Jinsik takes the phone back before Sumin can respond, typing up an addition at lightning speed. “As long as that's ok with u? If u want to leave I won't stop u bt I want u to stay" Sumin's heart melts at the sight.

"Of course I'll stay," he says with a smile. "I'm tired after all that anyway, I won't go as far if we keep going." Jinsik hums in contentment and pockets his phone to pull him into his arms. Sumin easily goes along with his embrace, guiding them down so they're lying down properly. He rests his head on Jinsik's chest, lulled by his heartbeat. It's still faster than usual, but at least not pounding hard enough to cause concern. Jinsik's hand comes up to play with his hair, gentle fingers undoing the knots that had been woven into it by their earlier action. Sumin all but purrs. He brings his own hand up to trace mindless patterns over Jinsik's chest that eventually morph into a repeating "I love you."

It doesn't take long for Jinsik to notice, and then he's smiling and pulling Sumin up to kiss him again. It's tender this time, still relatively heated but free of the urgency of all their previous kisses. Sumin sighs against him. He already sort of is, but still; he could get used to this.

There's a knock on the door before he can, though. They both freeze, staring at each other in mutual dread. If anyone else walks in on them like this, they'll never hear the end of it!

"Jinsik-hyung? Are you sleeping?" Yujun's voice sounds faintly from behind the door. They let out a sigh of relief in unison; Yujun will at least wait for a response before coming in.

"Yes, you were until he knocked," Sumin whispers, tugging the blankets out from under himself and tossing them over both their bodies. "Just roll with it. If he asks, I'm still sleeping." Jinsik nods, pulling out his phone to type out a message for Yujun. Sumin spots him saving his previous messages to him in another folder before opening up a new one before he's rolling over and shutting his eyes. If he can't help but smile in his pretend sleep, that's only for him to know.

===

Yujun can faintly hear a vaguely awake noise from behind Jinsik's closed door. He knocks again, just to be sure.

"Hyung? Can I come in?" he asks. Jinsik gives an approving hum, and he cracks the door open.

Jinsik's lying propped up on one arm, his phone held out in one hand with a message for Yujun to read. Next to him, Sumin is fast asleep.

"Sry, out of words today. We were just taking a nap, what's happening?" Yujun makes a little "ah" in understanding upon reading Jinsik's message. Everyone's been tired while preparing for this comeback, he doesn't blame him or Sumin for wanting a little more rest.

"It's dinnertime, Junmin-hyung bought takeout." Jinsik nods, pausing to glance over at Sumin before typing out his next message. Yujun's heart squeezes in envy. His hyungs are so cute together, when can he have something like that?

"We'll b right out, let me jst wake up Sleeping Beauty and we'll b right there" Yujun fake gags at how sappy his hyung is. Jinsik huffs out a laugh and halfheartedly swipes at him, but Yujun is quick to dodge.

"Couples," he mutters under his breath. "I'll let the others know you're coming, take your time!" he says as he steps out.

He closes the door behind him, and five minutes later his hyungs are trudging out of Jinsik's room looking at least vaguely put together for a couple of people waking up from an afternoon nap.

"Oh my GOD," Hyunwoo shrieks when the two sit down. "I knew you two were fucking!" Everyone else chokes except Junghoon, unbothered as always.

"Language!" Minjae and Junmin hiss in unison over Yechan's hysterical laughter.

"We were not ," Sumin growls, death glaring Hyunwoo so hard that Hunter half hides behind Seeun. Jinsik is fighting himself to form words properly, frantically tapping at his phone for a response. Yujun blinks in confusion.

"Yeah, they were asleep!" he cuts in. Then he catches sight of Sumin's neck. One side is entirely covered with marks, varying shades of pink blooming across his skin.

Oh god.

The stylists are going to kill them for this!

[sturn-saturn]

the diamond lab

pairing: fem!reader x bf!chris

warnings: suspisions of flora and chris together, cutesy stuff, chris and y/n arguing, not proofread!

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this

part 1 part 3

word count: 1,733

you reach under his pillow to grab his phone and type in his passcode, your birthday.

you press the photos app and see a notification pop up from your best friend flora that reads...

"don't let y/n find out."

"what the fuck." you whisper, your heart dropping. "don't let me find out what?"

"y/n? whats wrong?" your boyfriend asks with a confused look on his face as he walks towards you.

you look up at him with your heart beating 100 miles per hours. "don't let me find out what?"

"huh?"

"chris don't fucking play dumb with me because that is the last thing you want to do right now. don't let me fucking find out what?" you asks sternly getting out of bed showing him the message you, well he received.

he grabs his phone reading the message your best friend sent him. "this? this is nothing."

"are you cheating on me? with my best friend?"

"baby, no. i'm not cheating on you with your best friend. i would never in a million years cheat on you." he says reaching out for your hand causing you to pull back.

"SO THEN TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON. WHAT DON'T YOU WANT ME TO FIND OUT!?" you shout. chris is taken aback by your rage taking a step back.

"SHE'S PREGNANT!"

"w-what?"

"flora's pregnant and she wanted to keep it a secret. i went over to drop something off at matts place a few days ago and i heard someone crying in the bathroom so i walked in and she was holding a pregnancy test." chris explains.

"well is it yours?" you ask quietly still trying to take in the information your boyfriend is sharing.

"good lord, y/n!" chris throws his head into his hands. "no, baby, it's not my child because i’ve never had sex with her nor have i ever cheated on you, ever."

"why didn't she tell me? does matt know?"

"she said she wanted to tell you when she was ready. don't tell her i told you because then she'll be upset that she didn't break the news to you. and yes matt knows."

"so that's why she didn't drink last night."

"exactly." he says walking towards you. he places his big hands on your shoulders and rubs your arms up and down.

"i shouldn't have assumed. i'm sorry, baby"

"you're okay. don't get yourself all worked now. we have an exciting day ahead of us, angel, why don't you get washed up, yeah?"

"okay." you coo looking up at your boyfriend.

"you're so beautiful. you know that?"

"yeah, so you say." you grin.

"alright, go brush those teeth." chris says smacking your ass playfully.

after you and your boyfriend get ready, you both decided to take some time to yourselves and grab some breakfast. you found this really cute cafe that seemed to have a great menu. you got french toast with mixed berries and a smoothie while chris got an avocado toast with scrambled eggs and orange juice.

"baby?" he says.

"hmm?"

"i think we need to move here."

"oh yeah? i cant argue with that." you laugh as you take a bite of your strawberry.

"can i have a bite?" chris asks.

"have as much as you want, angel."

after breakfast you two walk hand in hand and explore the area, going to gift shops, trying on shades, and making memories.

"wanna head back for a little afternoon nap?" chris asks squeezing your hand gently to get your attention.

"yeah, i'd like that." you smile.

you make your way to your shared room and chris takes out the keycard and opens the door to the hotel room for you.

"mm such a gentleman." you say wrapping your arms around his neck and gently pulling him into the room and into a kiss.

"for you, always." he whispers against your lips.

he taps your hips and you take the signal to jump into his arms. he lays you on the bed and softly kisses you neck causing you to whine when he reaches your sweet spot before pulling away and lying beside you.

"okay, sweet girl. i would love to continue and show you what a good girl you've been, but i have to meet matt and nick and figure out some stuff for work."

"you're leaving?" you pout. "i thought we were gonna nap together."

"i know, i know. i'll try to be quick, okay? rest as much as you need to. we're all going out for dinner later."

"okay, fine. don't be too long. i love you."

"i love you too, honey." he says placing a long kiss to your forehead.

while chris makes his way out the hotel room, you head to the bathroom to take your makeup off and change into something comfortable to take your nap. you woke up pretty early today and chris kept you up pretty late last night.

chris' pov

chris makes his way down to the lobby and meets his brother and flora.

“thanks for helping me guys.” chris says with a nervous smile.

“chris i'm grateful you want my help. i’m so excited!” flora smiles.

“you’re her best friend. i’m sure she’s told you what she wants, yeah?”

“oh she definitely has.”

“shall we get going?” matt asks you both as he claps his hands together.

“yeah, lets go.” chris nods. “oh, also, y/n saw you text telling me not to let y/n find out so she thinks i was cheating on her with you so i just told her you were pregnant to cover up the surprise.”

“YOU WHAT!?” matt and flora both whip their heads to chris. “you are unbelievable, you know that?”

“yeah, i’ve heard that once or twice.” chris grins.

“more like a million times.” matt playfully punches his brother.

“i mean, we’ve been talking about kids lately so who knows.” matt smirks.

“matt! stop it!” flora blushes lightly.

chris, matt, and flora finally make it to the place, ‘the diamond lab.’

“looks like we’re here.” chris says opening the door for flora and his brother.

"yeah, looks like it." matt responds.

the three walk in and are enchanted by the beautiful jewelry cased behind the glass.

"hello! welcome to the diamond lab!" a lady who works there greeted.

chris glances at flora as a sign to share the details of what his girlfriend likes.

"hi! i'm flora, this is my boyfriend matt and his brother chris."

"its nice to meet you three! is there anything i could help you with today?" she asks.

"okay, i'll give you the rundown." flora smiles as she leans over the glass.

"tell me about it girl." the worker says leaning as well.

"chris here has been dating my best friend for about 4 years now. they've been wanting to visit aruba together for sometime and we decided to make a whole trip out of it and invited our friends right. but y/n has already been here before and she fell in love with the island so chris thought it would be a great idea to propose to her on her favorite island and we need help finding the perfect ring."

"oh my gosh! well chris, congratulations on finding the woman of your dreams, and i would be more than happy to help you find the perfect ring!"

"thank you so much. honestly i'm very nervous for it all but she's so worth it."

"i bet!" the worker smiles.

"okay now, are you the maid of honor?"

"i am!"

"how exciting! okay so what kind of rings does she like? tell me everything."

"okay. so, she really likes white gold. she talked about an oval shaped 1 carat diamond, but the band part of the ring, she wants small diamonds on it but wants a smooth look so it doesn't get caught on anything."

"i have one exactly the way you described it. i'll go grab it from the back, we actually just had them made the other day!"

"perfect!" flora smiles.

while the three wait, matt is in his own little world looking at all the different kinds of diamond cuts, carats, platinum, sterling, gold, white cold, you name it.

"whatcha thinkin about mr. matt?" flora asks her boyfriend.

"just trying to find a ring to propose to you with one day."

"matthew, don't joke around about things like that." flora says a bit upset.

"who says i'm joking, sweetheart."

"okay i got them!" the worker calls out grabbing our attention. "now, we have these in a size 4 1/2 to an 8."

"that's perfect, she's a 4 1/2." chris says looking at the ring he will get down on one knee with in just a few days. "i'll take it."

"do you want to set a payment plan?" the worker suggests.

"that won't be necessary. i'll just pay for it now. i made sure to call the bank letting them know i'll be making big purchases."

"woah, okay mr. big bucks." flora laughs.

"alright chris, the total is 11,463.00."

chris pulls out his card and just as he's about to swipe matt stops him. "chris. wait."

"what?"

"nick uh, nick gave me his credit card. i have mine on me." matt begins. "nick and i wanna pitch in and help you pay for the ring so you can save more money for the wedding."

"the fuck. are you out of your mind? no. i'm not letting you do that."

"chris, you're my brother. you're the first one out of me, you, and nick to get married. let us do this for you."

"matt, are you sure man?"

"absolutely, save the rest for the wedding."

"i don't know how i could ever thank you and nick, seriously."

"don't. you being our brother is enough." matt smiles.

"matt that's really sweet of you and nick." flora says rubbing his back smiling at how she got blessed with such a sweet man.

"you guys seem like such lovely bunch." the worker says as she collects nick, matt, and chris' credit card.

"thank you for your help." chris tells the worker.

"absolutely. now i'm hoping you two will come back and get a ring from us soon." she winks at flora and matt. "alright, you're all set! congrats again chris and thank you for visiting!"

chris grabs the bag with the ring carefully placed in the box and you all wave goodbye and step out the shop.

"well, this is where it all begins big guy." flora says patting chris' back.

[ruinme-please]

you've got diamonds for teeth, my love

The Offering - live in Köln Dec 11th '23

[arkeresia]

you've got diamonds for teeth, my love 💎

[teejaystumbles]

And you are a garden, entwined with all You are the silence on sacred shores You've got diamonds for teeth, my love So take a bite of me, just once, I want to Turn the page once again, oh Take a bite

This is a giving, an offering In your favour, a sacrifice in your name But I know you've got a taste So just take a bite of me Turn the page once again, oh

Give in again and let me lay My arms belong around you So take a bite, I want to know I want to

Take a bite Take a bite

[x]

@sweet-dreams-of-the-endless @pennie-dreadful

this one speaks for itself. obviously Dreamling fits perfectly with this :3 it's not quite done but I need a break before I try and figure out if I'll use color or something else for this

EDIT 24.05.23: added the color version!!

[kritischetheologie]

how are the tortured souls of the ultimatum doing these days? miss them lots

Previously, in Episode 9, Decision Day began.

Episode 10: Decision Day (part 2!)

Daniel can feel the sweat dripping down his back as Max follows him away from Charles. He prays the black fabric of his suit jacket will hide it. The beads rolling down his nose he can't do much about, though he tries to discreetly wipe them with the side of his sleeve.

There's a ring on Max's finger, gleaming in the sunlight. Charles got there first, by fifteen minutes and half a decade. Daniel clings to the look on Max's face, wide-eyed and hopeful, and refuses to care about any of the rest of it.

Production seats them on a bench by a man-made lake, makes sure they're well lit and mic'd up before giving them the green light to talk. Daniel clears his throat, searching for the words, until blunt, beloved Max blunders straight into the dead air of Daniel's anxious silence.

"It is of course very rude of you to be here right now," Max says. "Charles and I were just celebrating our engagement, and you should not have interrupted us in our happy moment."

Daniel feels his hands clench into fists. "Happy?" He asks. "Am I supposed to believe that he makes you happy?"

Max looks so puzzledly at Daniel that he realizes, like he should have sooner, that the only person Max is capable of lying to is himself. "Of course he makes me happy," he says, tongue catching on his front teeth on the s sound. Daniel wants to trap it between his own, bite it off, so Charles never gets to hear him mispronounce another word.

"You were crying," Daniel says. "You were both crying."

"It was a meaningful moment," Max says, his blue eyes glinting, steely and petulant. "You maybe do not understand making a commitment this big, having a relationship this serious, because you are not such a serious person. But for Charles and me, it is the rest of our lives. It is the biggest thing we will ever do."

"I didn't understand before I met you," Daniel says. "I wasn't, alright, yeah, I wasn't a serious person. And sure, I'm still not serious, not in the way Charles is. But I don't believe that you want that, Maxy." He feels his throat catch on the pet name. "I think you like that I'm a little silly, because it makes you feel like you can be too. And maybe the only reason I even came on this show is because I wasn't ready to promise somebody forever, and we all know I never thought I'd be, with anyone, but you're different. You've made me different. As long as I'm still me, and you're still you, I'm going to love you. I can't not. That sounds pretty serious to me."

Max's face is turned away, but Daniel doesn't let that stop him. "And I know that what you feel for me is different too. You said it yourself. You broke the rules to message me, when you were back with him, because you knew there was something missing. You know there always will be, as long as you're with anyone other than me."

"I feel safe with Charles," Max says. "I have told you enough about my life that you will of course understand why that is so important to me."

Daniel takes Max's hands in his own, ring and all. "I know, baby," he says. "But I promise you, as long as you live, you'll be safe with me too. You don't have to choose between being safe and being happy. You get to have both."

Daniel gets up from his seat and kneels. Finally, he pulls out the box that's been digging into his hipbone for an hour. The ring he'd picked out for Max is delicate, an unfinished gray diamond set in a soft yellow gold. "Max Emilian Verstappen," he says. Max finally looks at him, his eyes full of tears. "Being trial married to you has changed my life forever, and I refuse to leave here without you. I will give you everything Charles ever would, and one more thing: I will love you to the point of insanity, and give you the chance to do the same. Marry me."

"I already told Charles I would marry him!" Max wails. "I can't just marry you instead."

"Sure you can," Daniel says, already sliding Charles's ring off of Max's finger. Let Max stop him if he really wants. "You can do everything you want, for the rest of your life."

The pause, after he says it, feels drawn out for cinematic effect. Then Max tackles Daniel to the ground, covering his face with wet, snot-filled kisses, before Daniel can even get the diamond onto his finger. "You have to say yes, Maxy," Daniel says when they finally resurface for air. He laughs, delirious with delight. "It only counts if you say yes for the cameras."

"Yes, yes, please, yes, I'll marry you," Max says, clinging to Daniel like he'll never let go. Daniel is never going to let him.

--

The knock at George's hotel room door had been preceded by another, 10 minutes earlier: hair and makeup, and a lighting and camera person, so he can look the right amount rumpled and stunned when the real knock finally comes.

The real knock is Sebastian, tie undone and collar unbuttoned, eyes red-rimmed with obvious despair. "Can I come in?" he asks. There might be a slur to his speech, though George wouldn't dare say for sure.

"Of course, please, make yourself at home," George says, leading Seb over to the sitting area. "Can I get you anything? A glass of wine? Some water?"

"Wine would be lovely," Sebastian says. "You're always so lovely." George is half a glass into a bottle of red, and he tops himself up as he pours a healthy measure into another reflective gold goblet and hands it to Seb.

"To us," Sebastian toasts, clinking glasses with George. "It turns out we were the only adults in the room, after all."

The phrase had come up in one of their first conversations, when George had commiserated with Sebastian that it felt like they were the only ones there who truly wanted marriage, not Instagram followers, not a free vacation, not even the fantasy of true love. Just the everyday, grownup reality of marriage. They'd laughed about it a few more times, after the disastrous night out and the fights over who was fucking whom, for instance, but George has never heard Seb use the words with this much edge.

"Lewis..." he begins. Seb cuts him off with a shake of his head.

"Is a selfish, immature bastard," he finishes. "Who's more afraid of growing up than he is of hurting me."

"That sucks," George says, for lack of anything better to say. He'd really thought that the ultimatum would work for Seb and Lewis, in a way he'd never really expected it to work for him and Alex. Lewis was old enough to get serious, and Sebastian was a hard person to imagine saying no to. If they couldn't figure it out, what hope was there for anyone else?

"It really does," Sebastian agrees, taking another swig from his glass. "I've never been so wrong about someone before."

George doesn't know what to say to that, either. He sips his own wine.

"We could just do it, I guess," Sebastian says. "Get married. We get along well enough. The sex was lovely. You're lovely. Maybe in today's world this part, the whole getting two people to agree to work at it thing, is the hard part. Maybe if two people both want to get married, that's a better foundation than anyone else can hope for."

"You don't really believe that," George says. "It feels true today, maybe, but I believe in both of us. We're both fucking catches, who anyone would be lucky to marry."

"Then why don't we just marry each other?" Seb asks, frustrated. "If I'm such a fucking catch, why won't you marry me?"

"Because you don't love me," George answers matter-of-factly, feeling like the only adult left on the planet, let alone in the room. "And you want to love whoever you marry. You believe in true love. That's why you came here in the first place. That's what you want."

"Yeah? Well, what do you want, then?" Sebastian asks him, accusatory.

George shrugs. "I want to be with someone who wants to be with me," he says. "Not just with somebody. Even if that means being alone for a while." It feels true as he says it. He'd loved Alex, he still loves Alex, some part of him will always love Alex, but he's tired of working so hard to keep him from running away. Some strange, nauseous part of him is grateful he won't have to anymore.

"But it's not fair," Sebastian whines.

"It's reality TV," George says. "The joke's on us for being crazy enough to think this would end any other way."

"I thought he would say yes," Sebastian says. "I thought I was more important to him than anything else."

"Why would you expect that, if you didn't feel that way about him?" George asks. "You don't love him more than you love the institution of marriage, so why should he love you more than he hates it?"

Even as George feels the wine from Sebastian's goblet splash into his face, he already knows it's going to become a reaction gif someday.

--

Charles has been drinking alone in the hotel bar for a little longer than an hour when Alex sidles up next to him.

"This seat taken?" he asks. Charles shakes his head.

"What happened?" Alex asks as he sits down, even though production probably already told him, because they want to get Charles on camera telling him, in case he cries again. Or something. Charles refuses to give them the satisfaction.

"He picked Daniel," Charles says. "I lost. He won. Game over."

"If you ask me," Alex says, motioning to the bartender for a glass of the same wine Charles is drinking, "it's for the best. If you weren't ready to marry him a month ago, it's stupid to think you're really ready now." Alex's voice is so calm, so reasonable. It makes Charles want to scream.

"But if he wanted to marry me a month ago, he can't be serious about marrying Daniel," Charles objects. "By the same fucking logic. And he is. So clearly this process does something, but apparently what it does is help him realize he loves someone else more than me."

Charles has cried enough today that his eyes stay dry, but he feels his face twist anyway, his throat painfully tight around the words.

"Well, fuck him, then," Alex says. "Go find your own Daniel Ricciardo. The actual Daniel Ricciardo almost picked you over Max anyway. Hey, think how crazy that would have been, if you'd been with Daniel instead. Maybe you'd be the one head over heels. Maybe his dick is like, magic."

Charles glares at Alex. "You are not helping, mate."

Alex shrugs. His stupid grin has no right to be so tempting, on a day like this. "All I'm saying is, the universe is weird, and you're hot. Other fish in the sea and all that."

"I don't want other fish," Charles says.

"I shouldn't offer you a pity hookup, then, should I?" Alex asks. When Charles just stares at him, he breaks into nervous laughter. "What, don't you wish we had given it the old college try, at least once?"

Charles shrugs. "You are pretty sexy," he admits. "I thought about it. But you never seemed interested. I didn't think you wanted other fish, either."

"Yeah, I don't think I did, really," Alex says. "I'm not sure why I even came on this show, frankly. I never really thought it would work."

"But it did work for you," Charles says. "You realized you wanted to be alone, and now you are. Everybody got what they wanted, except me. It worked for everybody except me. Because I am not loveable."

Alex slings an arm around Charles's shoulder, and Charles thinks about shrugging it off, but decides to let it stay. "You're loveable as fuck," he says. "You'll see. In a month you're going to be drowning in dick while I sit at home watching Love Island and contemplating whether I'd have any luck in the villa."

Charles almost chokes on his wine laughing in surprise. "No, no, no, you have to promise me," he says to Alex. "No more dating shows."

"I can't believe you," Alex says, laughing, his arm still around Charles. "You don't think I'd do well on Love Island!"

Charles is halfway through saying "that's not what I--" when Alex leans in to kiss him. His mouth is soft, warm, his breath still a little minty under the wine, like someone had slipped him a mint before he walked in.

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By the time Jenson makes it to the gazebo, Lando's been shuttled around the park all day, gazebo to lake to promenade and back, and his nose is starting to sunburn. Jenson's eyes crinkling at the corners as he sees Lando make none of that matter. It's so cringe Lando would puke if anyone else said it out loud.

"Hey, sweetie peetie," Jenson says, half-laughing at the face Lando makes. Lando never should have mentioned he hates pet names. "Having a good day?"

Lando rolls his eyes. "Daniel was relieved I dumped him," he says. "And he had a ring in his pocket, so good luck to him and Max, I guess. Weirdly, I'd still go to that wedding. I like Max a lot."

Jenson looks at Lando carefully, the Active Listening Face, as Lando's dubbed it, in full swing. "You didn't want it to be you?" He sits next to Lando on the gazebo bench as Lando shrugs, kicking at a loose stone beneath his foot.

"I mean, before this whole thing started, yeah," he says. "That's why I even came here in the first place. But not anymore, nah. People change, I guess. I think it's hard to love someone you never really get to know, and Daniel never actually let me get to know him. What about you, though? I thought you'd have ridden off into the sunset with Nico by now."

Jenson snorts. It's ridiculous, really, how a man that hot can make faces and sounds that are that cringe. Maybe that's why he's in his forties and still single, Lando thinks. "Nico proposed this morning, and I said no. I think I'm probably going to end up the villain of this season."

This time, Lando's the one who snorts. "Dude, Nico's a fucking douchebag," he says. "Also, Daniel and Max were totally DMing during the second round of trial marriages, so yeah, they'll probably sell it as a love story or whatever, but that's pretty shit of them. I'd be pissed if I cared."

Jenson looks annoyed, now, for some reason. "It's not uncool to have feelings, Lando," he says. "Caring about people is actually the coolest thing we ever do, I think."

"Yeah, but not when it's Daniel," Lando says. "If it was you who fell in love with someone else while you were supposed to be trial married to me, maybe that would hurt, I guess."

Jenson laughs, but there's something wrong with the sound, and his face doesn’t crack open the way it's supposed to. "You guess?"

Lando feels himself blushing, his heart racing, half fear, half excitement. "Yeah, I think it might totally suck, actually. Like it might be the worst thing to ever happen. Let's not."

"Well, it's a good thing there's no trial marriages in real life," Jenson says. "Have a great life, I guess."

He starts getting up to go. Lando reaches for his hand. "Wait, Jenson, that's not what I meant," he says. "Fuck, sorry, can we do this all over? What I meant was, if you're going to date me, can you please not leave? What I meant was losing you would be awful. What I meant was I love you, okay? There. I said it."

Jenson turns around, still holding Lando's hand, and kneels, like it's a single move of choreography. "You're shit at talking about your feelings, mate," he says, but he's smiling.

"I know," Lando says. "But you love me anyway, I think."

"And you're always putting words in my mouth!" Jenson adds. "But yes, I love you. So fuck it. Lando Norris, will you real life, no trial, no bullshit marry me?"

Lando laughs, pure delight filling his lungs and bubbling out like a bottle of champagne. "You're supposed to have a ring, you loser," he says. He looks around for the producers. "Hey, guys, can we get the ring guy on set? We need a ring."

"Um, technically," the closest girl from the production staff, Hannah, or something, says, "the rings are only supposed to be for the people who were issued The Ultimatum, because they've had a change of heart, so either of you could reuse the ring you originally proposed to your original partner with, or..."

"Fuck it," Jenson says, sweeping Lando into his arms. "We don't need rings."

He pulls Lando into a kiss that feels like a fucking Disney movie.

[And stay tuned for Episode 11, the post-season finale!]

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Fifteen calls have gone straight to voicemail before Lewis forces himself to leave a message.

"Sebastian, pick up," he says. "I fucked up, and I know that, and I'm sorry. Can you please call me back so we can fucking talk about this?"

A sixteenth call goes again to voicemail. Lewis dims his phone and chucks it on the bed next to him, groaning in frustration.

"What's am's I going to do's, Roscoe?" he asks his dog, who just drools silently onto the hotel bedspread. "Fuck."

[ivsleeptoken]

you've got diamonds for teeth, my love

[shaottzang]

you've got a diamonds

for teeth, my love.

[fixfoxnox]

price w a m!reader who he absolutely adores, like totally and utterly in love with reader to the point he’s gonna out a diamond ring on his finger, even in bed doing the nasty price is a submissive top, subby hubby that praises as reader rides the hell out of him… that’s all….

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Missed You (Price/Trans! Male Reader)

Summary: Price gets back from several weeks away and gets taken care of by his boyfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, Slight Dom/Sub, Face Sitting, Begging, Riding, Hand Jobs

Word Count: 3.5k

Names Used: Love (No use of Y/N)

"Alright, lads," Price gave a slight knock to the lockers with his hand before slinging his bag over his shoulder, "anything you lot need from me before I head out?" He crossed his arms over his chest and turned to observe his team.

"Nah, we're good, Cap," Gaz was the one to respond, casually waving Price off as he continued packing up his own bag, carefully arranging everything inside as always. Price knew that he was likely off to see his boyfriend as soon as he left. He couldn't say anything, after all, he was off to do the same.

"You're sure?" He checked with the men, " If I have to come back up here because one of you didn't fill out some paperwork, or needed something, I won't be pleasant."

"We get it," Roach chimed with a grin on his face. "Seriously, we're good. Now go see your boyfriend so you won't be so grumpy when you get back."

"I am not grumpy," Price defended.

"You're always grumpy when you haven't seen your boyfriend in a few weeks," Gaz cut in quickly, a grin crossing his face as well. Price could feel his face going hot, but he just glared at the younger man. "You're whipped, Cap, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not whipped," Price shot back, "I'd just like to not have my off time interrupted by one of you muppets."

"Sure," Roach called, "Promise we're good Cap, now go home and kiss your boyfriend already."

Despite his desire to stay and argue, Price only gave a small glare and a few mumbled curses as he left the locker room, slight laughter following behind him. He'd make the boys pay for it when he got back, but he'd promised his boyfriend that he'd be home by five. He didn't intend to break that promise.

"John!"

Price's boyfriend was nothing more than a blur when he finally stepped inside the house. All he could see was quick movement before his boyfriend's body slammed into his own and he suddenly found himself supporting more than just his weight. He didn't mind in the slightest, an excited grin crossing his face as he returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm.

It wasn't long after the hug started that his boyfriend pulled back to begin peppering kisses along his face. Price could only chuckle at the sensation as he, still holding his boyfriend in his arms, stepped into the house fully and kicked the door shut behind him. His bag was abandoned by the door in favor of walking further into their small home to settle his boyfriend down on their dining room table.

Price made sure to stay close. He pressed himself between his boyfriend's legs so that he could connect their lips in a sweet kiss. His boyfriend was quick to take it over, one of his hands finding its way into Price's hair to grip tight and pull him closer. He nipped at Price's bottom lip before licking into his mouth, his tongue tracing between the other man's teeth.

Price was weak to the feeling and it was easy for him to melt into his boyfriend's touch and allow himself to be guided with a hand in his hair and a sweet mouth against his own. He always got like this when it came to his boyfriend, he just couldn't help it. He just adored him.

"John," he pulled away from the kiss just slightly, his lips a delicious red color that had Price practically shaking with the need to taste them again, "I'm so glad your home. I missed you."

He pressed another kiss against Price's lips and, in between sweet pecks, Price responded, "You've no idea how much I missed you."

The words pulled a bit of a laugh from his boyfriend before he was muttering against his lips, "You could always show me how much you missed me?"

The words sent heat flushing down Price's spine. He didn't respond with words, he just picked his boyfriend up again and started excitedly toward the bedroom with him in his arms. If he nearly tripped a few times along the way because of how quick he was moving? Well, his boyfriends didn't seem to mind if his excited laughter was anything to go off of.

He ended up pausing to readjust at one point, pressing his boyfriend against the wall in the hallway to their room, their mouths pressed tight as they did. Their hips were flush with one another and Price couldn't keep himself from grinding forward, shocks of pleasure shooting through him as his cock began to grow hard against his boyfriend's clothed heat.

The move pulled a sweet gasp from his boyfriend's lips and within the next moment he was pulling back to hiss, "If you don't get us into the bedroom you'll be fucking me against this wall."

Price got the message loud and clear and within the next few seconds, he was pulling back to begin the rest of the short journey into their shared room, their mouths locked into a heated kiss the entire way.

Price didn't even bother to throw them onto the bed, he just leaned forward and let them fall together, unwilling to be separated from his boyfriend for longer than necessary. He'd already been separated from him for weeks, he didn't intend to be away for any longer.

The move knocked the breath from both of them, but outside of a quick huff, neither of them dared to separate from the other. Price allowed his hands to run along his boyfriend's side, slipping under his shirt to feel carefully along his chest with reverent hands. Similarly, his boyfriend was grasping at his shirt, pulling it up enough that his hands could feel the naked skin of his back. He allowed his nails to run gently over Price's skin, scratching lightly to pull a content sigh from Price's lips.

His legs were wrapped tight around Price's waist still, pulling them until their lower halves were pressed tight to one another, and, with one quick roll of his hips, he could grind up into the man above him and pull a desperate groan from his lips.

Price broke away from the kiss to begin trailing his mouth down his boyfriend's throat. He nipped at the skin as he went, kissing and licking over the bruises to soothe them once he was finished. The feeling had his boyfriend tossing his head back, a pleasured sigh leaving his lips. His hands continued trailing across Price's skin and he soon started a steady rhythm with his hips, rocking into the man above him to pull desperate groans from Price's lips.

Price was hard in his pants, the length of him straining against the confines of his underwear and pants. Within several moments he was giving desperate pants against his boyfriend's throat, the steady friction hazing over his mind in a way that was all too pleasurable.

He trailed his hands across his boyfriend's chest until his fingers could finally begin to stroke carefully over his nipples. The move sent sparks through his boyfriend's body and his reaction was almost instantaneous, his entire body arching up into the touch. "John," he whined.

His hands grasped tighter at Price's shirt and, within a few moments, he was tugging harshly at the shirt, pulling it over Price's head and forcing the man to pull back from his body to pull it off fully and toss it away.

In an instant, his boyfriend's hands had transferred from running along his back to the belt at his waist. His hands worked quickly and Price had to groan at the occasional brush of pressure against the bulge in his pants. Within a few moments, his belt was being tossed to the floor with a clatter and his pants were being hurriedly undone.

His boyfriend worked quick, tugging his pants and underwear down just far enough that he could pull Price's aching cock from its confines. His hand wrapped tight around the length and he was quick to give several smooth jerks of his hand. The move sent Price doubling forward with a loud moan.

He buried his face into his boyfriend's throat as the man began to slowly stroke his cock with a tight grip. He gave several desperate little moans and gasps as his boyfriend worked him slowly, building the pleasure that had been pooling in his gut with steady careful movements.

"Does that feel good baby?"

"Please," Price managed to groan back, his body rocking into the hand wrapped around his cock, "fuck, love! Feels amazing, please." He gave another low moan, the sound of it muffled by his boyfriend's throat. "God please!"

All his begging managed to get him was a delighted laugh from his boyfriend and the hand on his cock slowing down. He whined in response, trying to move his hips to regain that sweet feeling along his cock. In response, his boyfriend pulled his hand away fully.

"Uh-uh," within a moment, Price found himself flipped onto his back, his boyfriend straddling his waist. His cock rubbed up against the fabric of their pants, making him feel all the more desperate. Having the man he loved hovering over him, his hands running across his chest to flick at one of his nipples, it was too fucking good. "Don't you want to wait?" His boyfriend ground his hips down, "Don't you think that you should focus on me first? I meant you left me here alone for so long. I think I deserve it."

He stripped his shirt off, allowing Price to take in the naked expanse of his chest with hungry eyes. He moved his hips down again, grinding against Price's hard cock as he guided the man's hand to his pants. "Come on baby," he leaned down to lick a stripe up Price's chest, ending with a quick bit just above one of his nipples. "Help me take these off, yeah?"

Price was quick to comply with the request, his face completely flushed as he tried and failed to quickly unbutton his boyfriend's pants. It seemed that his failure only added to his boyfriend's amusement and he received no help for his shaky hands, only rumbling laughter.

After several moments, he finally managed to get them undone and, once he had, he immediately stopped, looking up at his boyfriend with triumphant eyes. "Such a good boy." A sloppy kiss was pressed to his mouth as a reward, "don't move, okay baby?" Price gave a rapid nod of his head.

His hungry eyes followed his boyfriend's movements carefully, watching as he lifted himself off of the bed to kick off his pants and underwear, exposing himself fully. Their eyes locked for a moment and his boyfriend shot him a playful wink before crawling back onto the bed to straddle him again.

The movement pulled a desperate groan from Price and a pleasured gasp from his boyfriend as his cock rutted up against the other's dripping cunt. "Fuck baby," his boyfriend rolled his hips down on him once again, "Can't wait to have you inside me again."

Price went to respond, only to cut himself off with a whine as his boyfriend shuffled up on the bed until he was hovering over his face rather than his cock. "But first," he started teasingly, "I want to put that sweet mouth of yours to good use. What do you think?"

Price nodded his head again, "Yes, god yes." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's thighs, trying to tug him closer to his face.

"Desperate thing," his boyfriend teased. Finally, though, he allowed himself to slowly lower himself down until Price could begin lapping at the juices between his thighs. Price moved with vigor, sucking and licking at his boyfriend's cunt with filthy noises filling the air.

"Fuck," his boyfriend rolled his hips down, riding his tongue and allowing his clit to bump against Price's nose, "feels so fucking good baby." Price's beard rubbed against his thighs with every movement, creating a delicious burn that lay over his skin.

Price's arms were wrapped tight around his thighs, keeping him in place as he enthusiastically feasted on the man above him. Every few moments he would shake his head a bit, his face rubbing up against his boyfriend's clit in quick jabs of pleasure. It was enough to have him a moaning mess above him, his entire body falling forward until he was supported by his hands pressed into the mattress of the bed.

"God, so-" he cut himself off with a little yelp that petered off into a desperate groan as Price moved to wrap his lips around his clit. He gave a harsh suck to him, flicking his tongue over him in steady repeated movements. "Fuck, fuck, John!"

Pleasure was building quickly in his system, ramping higher and higher as Price grabbed tight to his thighs and pulled him down harder onto his mouth. Price continued to lick and suck at his cunt, refusing to stop even as his boyfriends legs began to shake around his head and his thighs tried to snap together.

"Wait, wait, wait!" His boyfriend tried to pull away from his hold but he quickly found himself tugged back down to be held against Price's mouth, the man was unrelenting with his tongue. "John, oh fuck, fuck, wait!" Still, Price refused to stop, completely focused on feeling the man above him come undone around his tongue.

It wasn't until he leaned back to begin stroking quickly over Price's cock that the man let up a little, his entire body going rigid as he moaned from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His boyfriend took the opportunity to pull away from him quickly, panting and slapping at his hands as he tried to tug him back.

"I thought," he took in a deep breath, "that you were going to be a good boy for me?" His hand slowed down, moving to a snails pace as he worked over Price's cock.

"Oh fuck," Price groaned and grabbed for his boyfriend's thighs again. He only moved further back in response, "I am! Promise I'll be good!"

"You've already proven to me that you won't," his boyfriend leaned down to wrap his lips around one of Prices nipples, sucking at the nub and flicking over it with his tongue for several moments. He enjoyed the way that Price seemed to arch up into his touch beneath him. "Maybe I should just ride your face, let you finish me off that way and call it a day."

"No," Price, whined, his hands grabbing at his boyfriend's hips desperately, "please! I've missed you so much. I'm sorry!"

"Thats a good start," his boyfriend pulled away from his chest and sat up fully. He looked down at him with a raised eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest, the sight was addicting for him. "Beg for my cunt. Tell me how much you want it."

"Please," Price didn't hesitate, "please, fuck, I want you so bad. I need you, need to feel you, love. Want you to," he gasped as his boyfriend shuffled up his thighs, brushing against his leaking cock as he did, "fuck! Want you to ride me! I want you to use me!"

"That's it, baby," his boyfriend gave a low groan as he brought the tip of Price's cock to his dripping cunt, just letting it sink inside a bit, "keep talking."

"Fuck," Price threw his head back, gasping as his boyfriend continued to sink down onto his cock. "Fuck, fuck you're fucking perfect! Please, anything you'll give me love, anything!" His hands tightened around the plush flesh of his boyfriend's hips and his grip was practically bruising as he was finally buried to the hilt inside of the other man.

There was a long moment where the two just paused like that, heavy breaths escaping their chests. Price watched the man above him with wide eyes, adoration clear to see in them. The man above him was so good, he felt so good. Price could die a happy death right there, pressed under the man above him, begging him for any last thing that he was willing to give.

He knew, just as he'd known only a month into the relationship, that this was it for him. He knew more clearly than anything that he would be spending the rest of his life with the man above him. It was just obvious.

His boyfriend rolled his hips carefully pulling a matching groan from the both of them. With one quick readjustment, he lifted himself up slowly before harshly dropping back down onto Price's cock. He set a quick pace like that, lifting slowly before quickly dropping himself down so that Price's cock would hit deeper inside of him with each move.

The only sounds for several moments were their gasps and moans that filled the air and tangled together sweetly. Price gripped tight to his boyfriend's waist, holding on tightly as pleasure built inside of him, forcing his hips to begin moving to meet his boyfriend's in short little thrusts. It managed to pull a whine from the throat of the man above him.

"So perfect," he muttered, watching the man above him with adoration in his eyes, "fuck you're so beautiful." He tossed his head back with a deep groan as his boyfriend seemed to start working himself faster, fucking himself on his cock with harsher movements the longer that he went. Price knew what that meant. "So fucking good, so good!"

"Feels good?" His boyfriend muttered between his harsh movements. "Tell me how good I feel, let me hear you, baby." He leaned forward to run his hands over Price's chest before digging his nails in to drag them down the man's chest just a bit, just enough to have him arching up into the touch.

"God, you're incredible," Price called out, his voice going just a touch higher as the pleasure in his system began to tip toward his end. "So, so perfect, missed you so much while I was gone!" He let out a groan, his hips giving another sudden jerk upwards, pulling a moan from the man above him, "Fuck, never want to leave you again, you're so good to me! So, so...so-"

Price cut himself off with a deep groan as his mind went blank, the pleasure in his gut snapping as his entire body shook with its intensity. His hands gripped tight to his boyfriend's hips and all he could do was groan as the man above him continued to move, chasing his own pleasure.

He barely registered the desperate babbles from the man above him, his mind able to focus only on the pleasure through his system and the incredible picture of the man above him lost in such deep pleasure. Even through the haze over his own mind, he could feel the moment that his boyfriend came.

He could see him shaking and he could see the pleasure that was overwhelming his body. He could feel his cunt clench tightly around his cock, nearly driving him to overstimulation. It was perfect.

There were several long moments where the two were quiet, the only noise in the air was their heavy breathing as they both fully came down from the high, their bodies still tingling as sweat prickled at their flesh. After a long moment, Price's boyfriend started to slowly lift himself from his boyfriend's cock.

Price did his best to help, lifting him his shaky hands around his waist. After a moment, he was able to collapse just to the side of Price until he was half on the bed and half draped across his chest. He pulled himself up, placing kisses along Price's chest as he did. He met Price's eyes with a bright grin on his face.

"I'm so glad you're home," he leaned forward to press their lips together, the kiss something sweet and careful.

"I'm glad I'm with you," Price muttered the words against his lips before pressing closer to kiss him again.

The two were still in bed, chatting idly with one another when Price's phone rang in the pocket of his discarded pants.

A deep sigh left his lips and he had a terrible feeling that he knew exactly what the phone call was. Still, he had responsibilities, so he pushed himself up to sit at the edge of the bed, yanking his pants toward him so that he could fish his phone out of his pocket.

"This is Price," he answered just as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing sweet kisses into his cheek, almost like he knew what the call likely was and was trying to calm him.

"Heeey Cap," Gaz's voice was weak through the phone and, based on the hushed whispers in the background, Price knew that he'd likely lost whatever system they'd used to decide who was going to call.

Price pinched at the bridge of his nose, "What did you lot forget?"

He could feel his boyfriend's rumbling laughter against his back and, even as Gaz began to explain to him, he couldn't find it in himself to be too annoyed. Not when he was so close to the man that he loved.

Now, when he got to base an hour later? That was a different story.

[heyysupernova]

THE OFFERING.

And you are a garden entwined with all You are the silence on sacred shores You've got diamonds for teeth, my love So take a bite of me just once I want to turn the page once again, oh Take a bite

[eroticdarling]

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Bathroom Desires!

Sanzu x Reader

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One Shot Story~♡

× Cw × — ♡ 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏.ᐟ𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 ♡ 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 ♡ 𝑺𝒆𝒎𝒊-𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 × 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚) ♡ 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑺𝒍𝒖𝒕 × 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆) ♡ 𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌 ♡ 𝑫𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌 ♡ 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌 ♡ 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡ 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 ♡ 𝑨 𝑩𝒊𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 ♡

× A/n × — ☆ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 😔 ✌🏾

☆ MINORS DNI ☆

“You couldn't wait till we got home, hm?” Haruchiyo pushed you against the bathroom wall, roughly kissing you as his hands roam over your sensitive spots.

You felt his body against yours as his growing erection pressed against your arousal. Haruchiyo lifted your sexy satin red dress, revealing your sheer panties before bending you over the sink and eagerly ripping them off.

Since you chose to tease your boyfriend half of the night at Bonten's party until he finally gave in, he decided to continue this little game of yours but in his way.

Haruchiyo's hot breath tickled your neck as he trailed wet kisses down your spine, resulting in you shivering in anticipation while his large hand had a hold on your hips.

"I'm gonna give you what you want my way, yeah?" he questioned in a husk tone, his mouth going up to your neck to sink his teeth into your skin.

You then felt a hard smack landing on your ass causing a yelp to leave your lips, “Yes, sir.” You responded.

He began to teasingly explore your wetness, stroking his fingers between your folds after spreading your legs wide with his thigh. Latching his diamond-scared lips onto your flesh, he sucked on your skin until it left semi-permanent marks all over your back, shoulders, and nape.

He continued to pleasure you, his index and ring fingers moving in and out of your hole while his mouth kept leaving behind love bites.

This moment was something you've craved every time you went out to Bonten's small get-togethers or parties, particularly cause they were boring, so could you call it a party?

You wanted to have fun, so what would be more fun than teasing your boyfriend in front of his co-workers?

Your breathing got a bit shaky, feeling yourself tightening around his fingers while your body was on the brink of release.

From the mirror, his gaze that hooked onto you looked hungry, his blue eyes filled with nothing except desire. Before you could cum he stopped what he was doing.

You let out a whine wanting more until he gave you another hard smack on the ass, “Stop whining like a greedy whore.”

“S-sorry sir.” You stutter as he rubbed your stinging ass before continuing to mark you.

Shortly after he stopped, taking in how he marked you. It was like a routine. Every time he did this during sex he would stop to take a look at the beautiful sight.

Haruchiyo then fully took off your dress, revealing your perky breasts. He ran his hands over them, teasing your hardened nipples without breaking eye contact with the mirror.

“Look at the mirror, and if you stop, then I'll stop.” He said.

"Yes, sir." You nodded your head in response.

He unbuttoned his pants, letting out his hard aching cock that had a bit of precum leaking out of it. You could feel his cock pressing against your entrance. Without warning, he entered you roughly, going in and out of you without giving you time to adjust to his size.

Tears running from the corners of your eyes as you cry out in pure bliss, putting one hand on the glass while his nails dug into your hips tightly, leaving bruises into your skin.

The mirror created a dizzying, erotic display of your tits laying on the cold counter part of the sink, reflecting Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

Filling the bathroom was a mix of your moans and the sounds of your wet cunt. His eyes were looking directly at you from the mirror.

The sight of you being fucked stupid with noises that echoed to the point anyone could hear when they walk past. It all turned him on, giving him the strength to go deeper, hitting your cervix at the perfect angle it might bruise.

It was as if you were drunk on his cock. The way he filled you up, stretched you out, and hit all the right spots had you seeing stars. Haruchiyo knew exactly what he was doing to you. Each thrust sent arousing waves of euphoria coursing through your body, unable to control the pleasure that he was giving you.

"That's a good slut," his voice low and husky.

"See how much you love my cock? How it fills you up and makes you feel so good." Still looking at yourself in the mirror, you agreed. The pleasure was building so much inside you until it was almost too difficult to bear.

"Please, Haru, I can't take it anymore!" You writhed beneath him, but he didn't stop. He continued to thrust into you relentlessly, his cock hitting all the right spots, driving you crazy.

Your breathing got heavy as you felt your stomach tighten up, "Sir, I have to come." You warned, looking at him through the reflection.

"Then come for me, baby." He gave you permission.

Listening to his orders, you came hard around his dick, your body convulsing with pleasure as you rode out your orgasm. Haruchiyo followed soon after, letting his hot semen spurt out, making you jolt from the bliss of feeling him fill you up.

As you both caught your breaths, he pulled out with his cum flowing out of you, he looked at you with a devilish glint in his eye.

"You're such a good cock slut," he as his voice filled with satisfaction.

"I love the way you take my cock and beg." You blushed at his words, feeling a sense of pride at the way you had made him feel and knowing you were his.

As you both left the bathroom to go say yall goodbyes before you two left, your legs were still shaking, but you couldn't help but pull him in for a kiss, letting him kiss you back.

"Another round when we get home, sir?" You asked, already wanting more.

"Anything you want, princess." He answered before giving you a light smack on your ass.

[mist1e]

HAARLEP PLAYLIST

Much like with my Ascended Astarion playlist, I created a playlist for Haarlep only this time I used Google Sheets table and a ranking system to help myself. It, too, tells a story and all the s̲o̲n̲g̲s̲ i̲n̲ i̲t̲ a̲r̲e̲ i̲n̲ c̲h̲r̲o̲n̲o̲l̲o̲g̲i̲c̲a̲l̲ o̲r̲d̲e̲r̲

This story is about Haarlep meeting Tav and how this very ordinary acquaintance turned into something utterly unexpected.

Link to playlist on YouTube at the end of the post.

And now that all the normal people are just listening to the playlist, the nerds can click ‘keep reading’ to dive into the detailed breakdown of the story...

The playlist consists of 5 parts, and for each part I wrote a small drabble to share the vibe with you.

PART 1: HAARLEP

«Shhh… Hush, sweetheart, no need to make such a fuss. I haven’t even sunk my teeth into you yet. But do not fret, I’m not some rabid beast. I won’t lunge at you or tear you apart. I’m just a simple incubus, albeit an outstanding one.

What are incubi? I’m glad you asked.

We are the wielders of the enchanted word. Lords of the human soul. Masters of the all-consuming lust.

We breathe in air and breathe out passion. Love flows through our veins, voluptuousness drips from our fingertips, and our gaze ignites desire.

Your most daring dreams are our law. The innuendo swirling on the tip of your tongue is our feast. Guessing your desires before you even know them is like a drug to us.

Oh, you want to know more? Come closer, sweetheart. I never promised not to bite, but trust me, you are going to love it.»

1. Don’t Stop Me Now

Literally can imagine him waking up to this song.

Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars On a collision course I am a satellite, I'm out of control I am a sex machine ready to reload Like an atom bomb about to Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah 200 degrees that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm traveling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

2. Aimed to Kill

You've been checkin' under your bed to see if I'm there When you look back up I'm under you pullin' your hair Getting lost inside my world, you don't know where I've been Oh no, oh no, I feel it comin' And I tried to save a life with these diamond hands of mine But they're sharper than a knife, I aimed to kill And I tried to fix a heart with these lips that left some scars "I swear I won't do no harm," shh, I aimed to kill

3. Who Made You a Monster?

You've got a twisted way Of making it all seem fine Tricking the world to trust you But everything that you say Is some kind of sordid lie Who taught you how to lie so well? Who made you a monster? Who made you a monster?

4. The Devil is a Gentleman

He don't always come at midnight Burnin' red and talking sin But he knows how to play it just right If you gonna let him in Sleek along and brings you roses He's always got the words to say Just enough so you don't notice That you ain't nothing but his prey

5. Pass The Knife

Thought you had control, I'll strip you till you're bones Scraping your knees till you beg for more Cover you in scars, just to leave a mark Get you addicted, then tear you apart Pass me the knife and I'll eat you alive Take my time, I'll do it how you like it Pass me the knife and I'll eat you alive Love skin deep, you're only here to make me high

6. Terrible Things

All of the things that I've done Terrible things you would never believe Things that I've done, oh, how you'll run If you knew a single word of all of the things that I've done

7. Liquid Smooth

I see this one as a tenderness and longing for a connection, that is hidden deep inside.

I'm beautiful, I know 'cause it's the season But what am I to do with all this beauty? Biology, I am an organism, I'm chemical That's all, that is all I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too And feel my skin is plump and full of life, I'm in my prime I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too I'm at my highest peak, I'm ripe about to fall, capture me

8. Pure Imagination

The fantasy that he creates for the people whom he gets involved with.

Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see Into your imagination We'll begin with a spin Traveling in the world of my creation What we'll see will defy explanation

9. Mr. Sandman

He falls asleep, thinking to himself if there is a way to feel this longing that has been building inside him for quite some time during these lonely evenings in House of Hope, when all he did was waiting, wondering if Raphael would come to him or no. Next thing you know, Tav enters the boudoir...

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make her the cutest that I've ever seen Give her two lips like roses and clover And tell her that her lonely nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

PART 2: HAARLEP MEETS TAV

Haarlep leaned on the railing of the balcony and gazed thoughtfully into the distance. The grey ash-covered mountains drowned in a reddish haze. The ground beneath them was laced with a web of rifts, their bottomless depths blazing with lava flares. Dirty, colourless clouds drifted In the sky above the crooked-toothed mountain peaks. Avernus in all its ugliness.

His forked tongue lashed out of his mouth and wetted his parched lips. He drew in the air, heavy with dust that settled thickly in his lungs, and spat irritably over the balustrade.

He couldn’t resist tasting her, he just couldn’t. Damned girl.

Haarlep was used to being starved in the House of Hope. The howls of the damned souls and the flesh of devils were not sustaining in the slightest, and over the years, he just had to learn to control his hunger. There was certainly nothing good about it. Haarlep was weaker than he could be, it was harder for him to conjure magic, and sometimes in the mornings his veins painfully twisted into poisonous threads. It was the ache he could only relieve with exhausting, concentration-demanding meditation.

Haarlep's mind slipped into the vivid memories of yesterday.

Yesterday, he dreamed of his past life again… Feasts, masquerades, balls in the mortal world, where he could drink from four or five mortals in a course of a single evening, or even sneak around and drain a soul out of some petty wretch. And that last orgy at the Duke’s mansion? Haarlep closed his eyes and his nose tickled with the scent of the freshest rainbow caviar, which swam in the belly of a fish in the waters of Calimport the day before. His ears rang with the laughter of the young noblewomen, who used to lose their composure after the third glass of sparkling wine, pretending not to notice the lewd glances of the men smoking cigars in the half-dark corners of the room. And Haarlep… He was sitting in the centre of the hall on a golden throne — the Lord of that den of debauchery! — whilst the mortals were crawling on their knees, their faces drooping with lust, their hands reaching out to him as if he were their god… The memories ran through his body in a searing wave, and Haarlep involuntarily craned his neck, arching his back. Things had been different in his past life. The one he had before he fell to his knees in the presence of Mephistopheles.

Yesterday, when he opened his eyes and saw her in the Boudoir, Haarlep thought he was still dreaming. How could he have restrained himself? And was there any point in restraint?

Oh, how delicious she was… Her life essence flowed through his veins, blossoming with a long-forgotten arousal in his chest. Perhaps his starvation was to blame, but she tasted divine. Nothing like any other mortal he had had before. Purposeful, ambitious, a little naive, she opened herself to him like a soft book with a flowery spine and golden embossing, allowing him to drink in her deepest desires, fears, and dreams. And he did drink… At the moment of her climax, in the deep caverns of her soul, he tasted submission, desire to please, an urge to earn praise. Ah, if only he had a little more time! He would have guided her and under his tender yet insistent touch she would have unfurled like a beautiful flower in an overgrown garden. He would have nudged her to fall headfirst into the abyss of her darkest desires.

But he didn’t have enough time. It was all over in a flash. For some puzzling reason, she didn’t grab the Hammer and just slipped away unnoticed.

The faint scent of her arousal still lingered in the Boudoir, making Haarlep violently run his claws over his neck, crossing the impeccable skin with red brown marks. He had been hungry before, but now he was famished. All night after they’d met, he spent tossing and turning in bed, the silk sheets thrown to the floor, his fingers digging into the pillow.

Haarlep closed his eyes, which were stinging as if they were filled with sand, and rubbed the bridge of his nose nervously.

He must see her again.

He would sneak out of the House of Hope, follow the scent of her thoughts, and catch her again.

Consequences be damned.

10. Me and Mr Wolf

Hey little girl, you look so nice In the pretty red dress with those pretty black eyes Hello Mr. Wolf, oh what a surprise To find you here so deep in the night My dear little girl, what's the rush? How about supper, just the two of us? Oh Mr. Wolf, you want me to stay But I fear we'll regret it one day

11. Out Of Control — Haarlep

I watched her feet move, her hips they sway Does a hair flip then starts to say Oh my god, it's my favorite song I pull her close and she sings along We can't slow down even if we tried If the record keeps spinning so will I She likes disco and tastes like a tear Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near

12. Kill of the Night— Haarlep

The street's a liar I'm gonna lure you into the dark My cold desire To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart I'm gonna catch ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, oh, oh-oh I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh You're my kill of the night

13. Terrible Thing — Tav

Oh for you, you terrible thing, you Terrible thing, you Terrible thing, you Beautiful thing Mm, you beautiful thing A wreck, a wreck you make You leave, you leave me in your wake Oh honey, let me go Aha, aha, don't you let me go

14. Tongues and Teeth — Haarlep

I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that You can be mine like that

15. Horns — Tav

She got blood cold as ice And a heart made of stone But she keeps me alive She's the beast in my bones She gets everything she wants When she gets me alone Like it's nothin' She got two little horns And they get me a little bit

16. if u think i'm pretty

If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me Know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it I know that you're shitty and you're bad for me But I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it Said you needed love, but you're only here for sex, and And I'm dyin' to be next Killed me once before, I just come back more obsessed with you

17. When You Say My Name — Haarlep

And does it scare you That I already know what you're into? You can say lеss, I bet I can guess That you say whatevеr to get me undressed Double dare you, tell me two lies Don't need no truths 'Cause I can see right through you You're no good at pretend I’m using your tricks that you use with your friends I like the way your mouth moves The way you say my name

18. Dirty Thoughts — Tav

I get dirty thoughts about you They get worse when I'm without you Does that mean that I'm going to hell? Or are you thinking them as well? But when you hold me In the fantasy, it's so convincing I shouldn't think the things I'm thinking But now I've gone and let them sink in

19. Eat You — Haarlep

Cause you've been sticky with your tricky words And I would crumble like a humble bird Now you're so tender with an ear I can bend And tell you how I feel I go hungry every night But not this time around I'm gonna eat you, you're my desire I'm gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire I'm gonna eat you, cook and defeat you I'm gonna breathe you in my lungs and make you mine

20. Sugar Water — Tav

My boy’s got a sharp twist, no, he’s wicked in the heart Feeds me sugar water just to keep me alive Saw him in my dreams again He’s wiping down the fingerprints Press so hard I float up to the sky It’s kind of tripping me up, babе I’ve got it bad for you Laying back sipping sugar water I’m so weak for thе things you do

21. salvation — Haarlep

Sleep with me Worship me Pray like I’m your god Find the light in my voice Treat us like it’s blasphemy Pray we don’t get caught Let me be your only choice I’ll deny you of salvation I’ll be the reason you repent Kiss me like I’m a conviction Beg for divinity in my breath

22. Pretty In The Dark — Haarlep

I want All the power and the pain I’ll love you in the flames Just tell me that you're mine I’ll be your beautiful obsession Center of attention That’s just what I like Run through your veins Got your heart to keep Calling my name Get down on your knees

23. A Dangerous Thing — Tav

Something about you is soft like an angel And something inside you is violence and danger I knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing When you are with me, I feel like I'm living And living besides you can be unforgiving I knew from the very first step, you are a dangerous thing

PART 3: WHEN THE GAME TURNED SERIOUS

“What do you dream of?”

Haarlep lazily opened his eyes at the soft caressing sound of her voice. Just like always after their little romps, he was in a state of blissful indulgence, like a cat who got the cream. Usually, he would wait out the indolent peak of his satiety and then disappear from her sight again, bestowing her with a dazzling smile and a graceful flick of his wrist as a kiss goodbye. But today, for some reason, he felt overwhelmingly lazy and reluctant to leave.

He glanced down at her little head, which rested perfectly in the dent under his collarbone. The look on her face was pensive, and her delicate features were slightly tinged with a subtle sadness of some sort.

“I dream of having a unicorn,” he muttered.

“Really?” she perked up, but her eyes narrowed upon seeing his snickering grin. She grudgingly elbowed Haarlep in the side, eliciting a little chuckle from him. “I’m asking you seriously.”

“Look at me, mouse. Are these eyes capable of telling untruths?” he batted his eyelashes innocently.

She sighed, but smiled with her lips only and didn’t ask further. The predawn silence enveloped them once more, as the morning light was just beginning to bloom in the sky. The first tinkling glints of sunlight seeped through the open windows, and a biting daybreak rolled down their shoulders with chill.

She shivered and snuggled closer to him. She smelled of sex, girlish sweat, floral honey, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He inhaled her scent deeply, and the corner of his lips tugged up in a slight smile against his will.

Haarlep was brimming with her life essence, and the barely perceptible magical connection still weaved between them, leaving the flavour of her thoughts on his lips. Her mind was emanating feelings and emotions that, to his incubus sense, were as tangible as her warm shoulder under his palm. He felt she wanted him to ask. But he didn’t ask.

No. He had no desire to ask.

“And what do you dream of, little mouse?” The words slipped from his lips involuntarily, clearly having a mind of their own.

“I want to go back to the Feywild someday. To see the place where I grew up again. To see the old oak grove, and the Falls of the Rejected Bride… To see where my parents are buried.”

Haarlep slid the tip of his tongue over his lips, feeling the bitter tang of her sadness in his mouth, and it made him feel unimaginably wistful.

“What a marvellous dream you have, my dear — to visit a graveyard of memories and bodies.” He snorted and let out a cynical hum. “You should dream of visiting the shores of Lake Esmel in Amn. The sun is warm on the skin, the men, and women have a true lust for life, and the wine there is absolutely fabulous…”

“Oh, that’s not what I meant at all,” she muttered quietly.

He sighed.

“I know, little mouse,” Haarlep murmured, pressing his lips to the top of her head, kissing her ashy hair. He closed his eyes and drew in her sadness with his nose. Damn, even her sadness tasted divine.

“Are you going soon?” she asked timidly. Her voice quivered with an unspoken hope.

Haarlep was silent. He took a deep breath again, deliberately intoxicating himself with her very nature.

“I’ll stay a little longer.”

24. FU In My Head — Tav

Take me closer, take my clothes off Oh I fantasize If I'm honest, it's more fun when you can't read my mind Sometimes I fuck you in my head I let you touch me when I'm lonely in my bed I wanna scream, but hold my breath The kinda thing that you would rather leave unsaid I got dirty wishes on my mind But you will never ever know that I I like to fuck you in my head You make me scream when there's nobody Just the thought of your body

25. Devil On My Shoulder — Tav

Every time I think I'm free, you're calling me Your love pulling me right back down Can't believe that I keep coming back But you make me feel so good I swore I'd never dance with you again Keep safe from the devil on my shoulder But you know me so well And you drag me to Hell I can't keep safe from the devil on my Keep safe from the devil on my shoulder

26. Maniac — Tav

You play girls like a man, but your eyes are like a child Your face is cool and calm, but your hair is wrecked and wild You hide behind your metaphors and pray that no one sees The fare behind your poker face: your dark and twisted needs Your fragile heart and your paper skin Such a beautiful boy filled with so much sin Your reflection is your very worst enemy Behind the glass is an angel, but the devil's beneath Let me in, wear me out Let me in, wear me out

27. You — Haarlep

What I would do to get into your head Crawl out my body into yours instead Swim through your veins all day and every fiber Raid your brain and all your desires If you only knew I would do anything For a taste of you I would do anything Just to see inside And no one else will do All that I want is to be you

28. the fruits — Tav

My love, are you the devil? I would worship you instead of him I have no time for confession For I'm too busy committing sins My love, you're something special I never met someone like you You made me fall from Heaven But I know just what I do But I don't I feel your hands grabbing my throat As you say

29. Rule #34 — Haarlep

I love that you shake When I ravage your skin It's so easy to bite with your hands pinned Shadows dancing on the sheets If you obey I might give you a treat Right now you're mine All mine Give in, you're mine All mine You look so good There on your knees Such a good girl, knows how to please Look at me, look me in the еyes Forget yourself Surrеnder your mind

30. Lovesick in Public — Tav

Last night you really got in my head How’d I get hung up on what you did When all you did was kiss my neck My cheek's red like a cherry Help me cause I am berry Lovesick in public I’m hooked on the way that you taste I know I’m headed for heartbreak

31. Good Looking — Tav

Play casino holes of my eyeballs Roll the dice on my thighs You stopped for breath and I sped up Just to impress you The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more You adored me before Oh, my good looking boy

32. You Put a Spell on Me — Haarlep

Before I hunt you down Grab your chin and kiss your lips You bring me back I lay you down and grab your hips And we lose all control And before you know it I put a spell on you Now you're mine I've got a hold on you, at least for the night

33. Keep It Down — Haarlep

You shoot me up through the clouds I’m a hero in your mouth I'm the sickness you found I'm the fever you're about While I throw you around You're gonna scream ... Shhh: girl keep it down The scars you leave on my back A painting of your attack You're biting down on my fist I know you cannot resist

34. Good Looking — Tav

Pressure on my lips I die for just one kiss Wake, I can't resist Could I be dreaming this? How do I fake it with another man? How do I love him on the weekend? How do I listen to another man? How do I get off on the weekend? You're in my heart, in my heart, in my head

35. So Damn Into You — Haarlep

Can I have you forever? Every single night It started with a bang Don’t know how you got me so messed up But baby I won’t ever get enough, oh 'Cause I’m so damn into you I’m so damn into you

36. From Persephone — Tav

No, I wasn't threatened Mother, I was not bound No, I wasn't carried Off on his three headed hound 'Cause I packed my own bag, found my own way Down into the underground See, mama, he may seem gruesome But he's even got a dog And don't you know that death is A very stable job? 'Cause I love my baby, tall, dark Hades Lord of death is down on his knees for me

37. Hearts a Mess — Tav

Pick apart the pieces of your heart And let me peer inside Let me in where only your thoughts have been Let me occupy your mind as you do mine You have lost too much love To fear, doubt and distrust, it's not enough You just threw away the key to your heart Don't get burned 'cause nothing gets through It makes it easier, easier on you That much more difficult for me To make you see

38. Closer — Haarlep

I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith You can have my everything

39. Choke — Tav

You are a shadow Following me where I go I'd be better without you What are you doing to me? I'm suffocating Don't know how to explain it But I feel like I'm fading What are you doing to me? Loosen your grip before I choke Can't catch my breath, I'm gonna choke I wish that you'd just let me go I don't want this, I promise, just leave me alone Loosen your grip beforе I-

40. she calls me daddy — Haarlep

It might be a little superficial She plays with the boys But she comes home to me Little fucked up but I think it's official ’Cause she might be your girl But she's calling me daddy She's mi-i-i-ine She wears a collar with my name Secretive but not ashamed She's mi-i-i-ine But I'd never tie her down They always come around now

41. The Masochism Tango — Tav

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear But much more for the touch of your whips, dear You can raise welts like nobody else As we dance to the Masochism Tango Let our love be a flame, not an ember Say it's me that you want to dismember Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie As we dance to the Masochism Tango

42. Wicked Game

The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you

PART 4: OBSESSION

“Say it! I want to hear you say it!” It was not a spoken word, but a rasping growl that erupted from his chest. He loomed over her, with his back rounded, and bristled, like a wild beast over its prey.

His fingers clenched harder on her throat.

She dug her small fingernails into his straining arm. Wet strands of her fringe clung to her forehead, covered in beads of sweat. Her eyebrows were raised piteously, her emerald eyes fixed on his face. She parted her plump cherry lips wide as she gulped in the rhythmic breaths of air.

“I am yours,” she replied hoarsely. “I am yours, Haarlep. Yours… Haarlep! Haarlep. Haarley…”

He growled again and thrust his hips into hers with abandon. She cried out, running her trembling fingers through his wavy black hair, pulling it gently. Her emotions exploded like fireworks in his mind, blurring in coloured circles under his closed eyelids. He pushed his hips against hers like a man possessed, drowning in her sweet surrender. She was under him, and she was everywhere, enveloping him like a raging torrent. Her fragility tingled along his spine, her sincerity squeezed his heart like a vice, her vulnerability stroked him with hundreds of gentle fingers, her trust filled his very being with a velvety warmth.

He couldn’t drink enough of her, couldn’t inhale her with his full lungs. He could barely restrain himself from devouring her whole without a shred left.

As always with her, the pulsing life essence flowed easily, like a chiming stream, she gave it to him willingly. Despite the intoxicating madness threatening to overwhelm him, he tried to take as little as possible so as not to hurt his little mouse in any way.

“You’re driving me mad,” he growled into her ear in a frenzy, his fingers on her neck tightening into a bruising grip.

“I want you to go mad! Lose your mind! Go insane! For me…”

His hips picked up a punishing rhythm

She shrieked and dug her nails into his shoulders, forcing him to arch his back. Clenched like a spring, she stiffened and quivered beneath him, out of breath. Her consciousness blazed like a bonfire on Midsummer Night, spilling her life essence. It crushed him like a storm wave, drowning him in rapture. With the last thrust, Haarlep froze and shuddered, feeling the physical bliss merge with the cascade of her emotions flashing in his mind.

He collapsed on top of her, pressing himself against her hot chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips, unwilling to let him go, pulling him greedily against her body. Her hoarse and frequent breathing burned his temple.

“Yours… Yours… And you are mine. My Haarley…” she whispered, choking on euphoria, trembling with delight.

With a growl that shook his chest, he slipped his arms under her back, pulling her close, so tight that it was probably hard for her to breathe.

“What have you done to me, mouse?” he exhaled, his whisper tinted with a hint of desperation and confusion.

“I bewitched you. Enchanted you, spellbound you, charmed you, beguiled you. Now you’re not going anywhere.”

For a few moments, only their laboured breaths echoed in the silence of their secret sanctuary.

"I am not,” he agreed and captured her sweet lips in a tender kiss.

43. I Wanna Be Yours — Haarlep

Let me be your 'leccy meter An' I'll never run out Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours

44. The Cult Of Dionysus

I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus Run, run, run away Just take my hand and we'll abandon this world We'll wash those tears away You're young and beautiful, and I'll love you always We got no time for pain When it's just you and me in ecstasy

45. Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene — Haarlep

I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

46. Obsessed With You — Haarlep

Your smile sets my heart aflame Electrocute me with your eyes The very mention of your name My stomach fills with butterflies Your love is better than cocaine I need you more than oxygen I've got it bad again An O-B-S-E-S-S-I-O-N But I want to get next to you Yeah, I love all the things you do I want to get close to you You are my dream come true I want to have sex with you Your sweet caress won't do Cause I'm obsessed with you

47. Misery Meat — Tav

You want a taste of my brain? Okay, it's yours anyway A bite of my eye? Alright I won't put up a fight As you open up my ribs the blood flows out like a river You strip my bones away as you indulge in my liver And the more that I am in pain The more that you'll gain And to me, that seems like a pretty fair trade

48. High Enough — Haarlep

Do you see anyone other than me? Baby, please I'll take a hit of whatever you got, maybe two, maybe three Oh, you're phenomenal, feel like a domino, fall to my knees I am a malady, you are my galaxy, my sweet relief I used to like liquor to get me inspired But you look so beautiful, my new supplier I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking But I found a different buzz

49. Dear Alice (Rainy Days) — Haarlep

I'm losing my faith in you, my long-lost friend, Alice Roses have lost their colors And it's breaking my heart (Ah) You take my breath away And I don't know what to do And I don't know what to do Before you say your last word That makes me want To lay you down I'll kiss, I'll touch, I'll cut you into the pieces And you feel the same And you'll know my crave And you'll see that I'm The only one for you

50. I Am Your Skin — Haarlep

I wanna be your skin I wanna feel everything you feel I will be your covering And I will hide you inside of me With every breath in harmony I wanna be your skin I wanna be your covering

51. Desire — Haarlep

Baby, I wanna touch you I wanna breathe into your will See, I gotta hunt you I gotta bring you to my hell Baby, I wanna fuck you I wanna feel you in my bones Boy, I'm gonna love you I'm gonna tear into your soul

52. Obsessed — Tav

I wanna feel you in my arms Hold you hostage in my heart It’s true 'Cause I'm so obsessed with you Your every word, I pick apart Down to the punctuation marks All you do 'Cause I'm so obsessed with you Oh, with you

53. Spiracle — Haarlep

I want the parts of you You only show to the birds outside your bedroom window I want the teeth that you lost as a child That you hide in a box under your pillow I want your secrets, your clementine fields The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal I want your safe word, your passive resistance The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway Your paralyzed sleeping, your- (Aaaah) I want you butterfly, I want you sailor I am your lover and I am your jailor

PART 5: VANILLA CREAM FLAVOUR

“All right. Take it off.”

Smirking, Haarlep pulled the silk blindfold off, and smiled at her ruddy face and eyes sparkling with mirth. He raised his gaze and looked ahead.

From the high hill where they sat, they could see Baldur’s Gate harbour buzz lazily beneath them. It was slowly preparing to shake off the last cargoes, sigh with its sleepy waves, and retire to rest for the day. The half sunk into the bay of the Chionthar River, casting a golden shimmering glow over its rippling surface. Haarlep lowered his eyes. Before him, on the blanket spread on the ground, she laid out small plates packed with all sorts of savoury delicacies. One was filled with green grapes and strawberries, the other with neatly arranged cheese and sausages, appetisingly glistening with fat. Nearby stood bowls of buns and sweet rolls of various kinds.

“Somehow this picnic looks suspiciously like a date,” he placed a finger on his chin with feigned thoughtfulness.

She shook her head.

“A date? What a silly thing to say. We’re going to unromantically stuff our faces with this unappetising food, that’s all there is to it,” she tossed a grape into the air. He caught it, and it burst in his mouth, spraying sweet juice on his tongue.

Haarlep sank to the grass and rested his head in her lap. She immediately ran her nimble fingers through his hair, stroking it absent-mindedly, as she was gazing out into the distance, at the orange sun setting in Chionthar.

They were silent. Haarlep had long ago realised that it was nice to be silent with her.

Wide over the water resounded the shouts of the workers, who wrapped up the unloading of the last fishing schooner. A loud crack of a wooden crate breaking reached their ears, accompanied by the selected swearing of the cargo handlers.

“You know, I’ve come to realise one rather curious thing,” Haarlep mused thoughtfully. “I know very little about mortals.”

“How so?” she snapped out of her reverie and, for a moment, stopped flicking through his hair and looked down at him. “You can reach into the most secret nooks and crannies of a person’s mind, find out things about them that even they themselves are unaware of.”

“Yes. Except I was looking for a very different thing.”

She continued to stroke him, running the silky strands of his hair through her fingers, as she studied him with an expectant gaze. Haarlep noticed how sweetly she always nibbled on her lower lip when she was curious, and smiled at his observation.

“I’ve always looked for the weaknesses, to see what buttons I can push to get what I need from a mortal, and I’ve always succeeded. I searched into their past. Their traumas, their fears, their most depraved sexual experiences and lusts. All other sides of humanity were always foreign to me. I considered them useless. But after glimpsing into your head, I changed my mind.”

She raised her arched eyebrows, and Haarlep’s mind responded to her emotion. Her sudden sky-blue surprise flashed before his inner gaze, her wonder glided tenderly over his arms like a soft caress. And amidst it all, there was something else — a subtle, salty undertone, tinged with pure, unadulterated hope.

Lately, she had been emitting life essence a little at a time almost constantly, and Haarlep didn’t even need to do anything to elicit it. He had never encountered something like this before. He had to resist the temptation to indulge his innate greed and delve into her. The trust she exhibited never ceased to amaze him.

“I became curious and looked a little deeper. I’ve seen your strength, tasted your fascination with the world, touched your thoughts about the future. And that’s just a small portion of you. There’s so much more...”

He grinned and shook his head slightly.

“I can’t believe it never occurred to me to do this before.” He fell silent halfway through the sentence, and sank deeper into his thoughts, but after a moment he smiled at her again and added, “I guess I just didn’t care. But with you, little mouse, everything is different. Perhaps you did bewitch me?”

“Of course I did. I have a witch’s eye.”

She leaned closer, rolling her eyes and made a funny face, eliciting a laugh from him. Oh, what a dummy.

Delighted that she had managed to humour him, she straightened up again.

“How does it feel to drink the life essence of a human?”

“Oh, it’s the most marvellous feeling.”

Haarlep sighed, and his gaze drifted towards the sky. The cirrus clouds scattered like weightless pinkish-orange silk threads across the deep blue canvas. Their weightlessness and ephemeral nature made him think they were about to dissolve right before his eyes, but they froze in the sky like translucent butterflies caught on a pin.

“Life essence differs from mortal to mortal,” he continued. “It contains their unique nature. In the moments of supreme physical delight, the mortal becomes vulnerable enough for an incubus to harvest it with ease. It’s like crushing a ripe peach in your hand and catching its sweet juice with your lips. The essence is coloured by human emotions and feelings, and each one we can taste, like a hint of flavour in a wine.”

She hummed thoughtfully and twisted a small strand of his hair around her index finger.

“It does sound marvellous.”

Haarlep shifted his gaze to her.

“Every emotion is not only a taste but also a colour, a smell, and sometimes even a sense of a touch. For instance, when I pin your wrists to the bed above your head, you quiver so sweetly… I feel a prickly shiver run down my spine, and you smell like the first snowdrop on an early Alturiak morning: meltwater, almonds, and a promise of warmth.”

She blushed, and an embarrassed smile flickered across her lips. Haarlep smiled back at her.

“It’s like I feel the world with your skin and through you. Your senses mingle with mine, your consciousness flows into mine, the reality bursts with new colours and expands like a star exploding.” He reached out and cupped her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. “I love looking at this world with you. I see things I never knew existed before.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, surrendering to his caressing touch.

There it was. Again. He felt it again.

“You know, there’s something quite mysterious about your life essence. No matter how many times I taste it, I can’t figure it out…” he frowned, and his hand fell limply to the grass along his body. “Every feeling and thought you have, they all have the same tinge, the same unknown flavour to me. Something very soft and sweet and enveloping, like… like…”

Haarlep fell silent, trying to find the words to describe this incredible sensation that made him want to squeeze his eyes shut. One that spreads with homely warmth through his body, rolls with tenderness across his tongue, drips from his fingertips akin to molasses.

“Like vanilla cream?” she suggested.

He fired a glare at her.

“Yes! Sounds about right…”

She blushed even more and turned her face to the setting sun again.

Of course, she knew what that vanilla-cream flavour of her feelings was.

And deep down, so did he.

54. Life Worth Living — Tav

Take what you need, darling I'm just here for you Ooh ooh ooh ooh (oh) Give me your love and Physical affection Ooh ooh ooh ooh Give me the worst of you to hold You to take me to the heavens Give me the best of all your grace You make life worth living

55. Love Like You — End Credits — Haarlep

If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you

56. Hardest of Hearts — Tav

There is love in your body but you can't hold it in It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts There is love in your body but you can't get it out It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth Sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste Darling heart, I loved you from the start But you'll never know what a fool I've been

57. I Might As Well Die With You — Haarlep

Oh baby When I see your face Too beautiful for this place Don't let the vice and the bad deals Let it go to waste Over and over and over again Oh baby Spiraling out of control God save me Falling in love at the end of world Just take me now What’s the use? I Might as well die with you

58. Souls on Fire — Tav

Do you feel the burn between our hearts Souls on fire A strange desire Have you given in To this ancient ritual I don’t know how long we’ve been apart But we’re the same old souls playing different parts Same old souls playing different parts Picking up the broken pieces of our hearts

59. She — Haarlep

This is the song that started this playlist and it happened so that it ends it. A huge heartfelt thank you to @mina-astarvara for sharing it with me in the first place.

She may be the face I can’t forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the prize I have to pay She may be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I’m alive The one I’ll care for through the rough And ready years Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears I’ll make them all my souvenirs Oh, where she goes I’ve got to be The meaning of my life is she

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oh this is so exciting! happy pride! You've reblogged a number of pretty bejeweled things today, and I wonder if they could be a prompt, perhaps as a gift, or an item in need of cursebreaking? no stress at all if this doesn't spark the muse!

hi!! thank you for this prompt, i kind of loved it. i chose to use this as a reference point and honestly had a lot of fun with it!

as i said yesterday, this wound up being thematically appropriate for a certain blond someone's birthday, which is why it's posting now!! i'm still working on other prompts, and feel free to keep sending some if you'd like!

this is about ~1100 words (sooo close to under 1k 😭) and features curse-breaking partners harry and draco, very jealous harry, and cheesy gemstone/eye comparisons. 💎🎈

“He bought them at auction,” Draco says in a hushed sort of voice, beaming down at the dangly gold earrings Harry is frantically casting on. “I can’t even imagine the price—not that that matters, of course, it would be thoughtful either way, but look—those are genuine pearls, Harry. Byzantine! Sixth century!”

“Sure,” Harry says through gritted teeth, not pausing in his casting. His hand is starting to cramp a little, so he drops his wand and takes a breath to gather his magic up in his spread fingers, ignoring Draco rolling his eyes and muttering something about showoffs. “Too bad they’re cursed.”

“They’re not cursed!”

“They’re definitely cursed,” Harry says, flexing his fingers over the earrings nestled in their ornate wooden box. He could cast the magic he’s working over them in his sleep—the perks of being a rather competent Curse-Breaker—and it’s no trouble at all to cast a few more times, just to be sure. More than sure. He’s absolutely certain that there’s something magically wrong with these earrings, and he’ll prove it. “And they’re ugly, beside.”

“They’re not—you have no taste.”

“They wouldn’t suit you at all, either; you’ve only got the one ear pierced,” Harry says, glancing up at the tiny diamond cuff glinting over Draco’s cartilage and the even tinier moonstone stud in his lobe, easily overlooked unless you make a habit of looking. Harry thinks he could point them out in the dark, blindfolded and spun around, but that’s not anyone’s business but his own. “Are you sure they were for you?”

“Of course they’re for me,” Draco huffs, shaking his head. “The box had my name on it, and Edmund left a note that he’d been called away but he wanted to make sure I got my present on my actual birthday instead of waiting for the party on Saturday—” The party that Harry had planned with absolutely minimal help from Edmund, who he thinks has a low chance of actually showing up, the bastard. “And, as I already told you, there are pearls.”

Harry just glares down at the stupid earrings, shaking his head.

Draco sighs. “Pearls are my birthstone.”

“Since when?”

“Since I was born in June, you nitwit.”

“They don’t even look like pearls,” Harry says, trying not to swear out loud. He’d gotten Draco a moonstone and diamond cuff so he could switch out his piercings. He’d never even considered birthstones, only that little stud that always catches his eye, and the shimmery moonstones on Draco’s watch; he’d learned about adularescence and thought about what light looked like reflected in Draco’s eyes.

At least, Harry knows, his gift is actually wearable. He can’t imagine Draco in these earrings, dangling there as he chats away with their clients and tosses his head back in laughter at Harry’s scant, interjected jokes. They’d agreed early on in their Curse-Breaking partnership that Draco was more of the natural at client relations, but Harry never feels as good as he does when he can join in and make Draco laugh. And the client, of course. That’s fine too.

He wonders if Edmund ever makes Draco laugh like that, when he’s not Portkeying off to another auction, standing Draco up for dinner with his parents, or gifting him absurd, assuredly cursed earrings. Certainly not, Harry thinks.

“I assure you that there are pearls,” Draco says, reaching out for the box. Harry smacks his hands down over it, shaking his head.

“No way, you know the rules. No touching, not until I’m sure there are no curses,” Harry says. “And I’m sure there are, so—”

“That rule is for both of us,” Draco says, swatting at Harry’s hands, laughing a little as Harry swats him back, their hands fluttering against each other over the top of box.

Harry traps both of Draco’s hands in his for a moment, grinning triumphantly, then yelps as Draco grips his hands back and slams them down on the box.

“You can’t keep me away from my birthday present,” Draco says firmly.

Before Harry can argue—before he can say he’s just protecting Draco, he’s just showing him who Edmund really is, and he could show him so much more, he could prove that Edmund is a dunce who has no idea what he has in Draco, who takes him for granted and thinks Draco would wear yellow gold and pearls and garnets and dangly, ugly, obnoxious, definitely cursed earrings in a pair when he only has one ear pierced—before any of that can come out, the door to their office bursts open to reveal a panting, red-faced Edmund, practically doubled over.

“Edmund?” Draco says, standing up from where he’s been perched on Harry’s desk and whipping his hands back.

Edmund wheezes at him, slowly straightening, his eyes widening as he holds up a very similarly-shaped wrapped box in one hand. “Wrong—present—”

“What?” Draco squawks as Harry grins broadly, triumphant.

“Don’t—open—oh—” Edmund continues, eyes going impossibly wider as he stares at the box still under Harry’s hands. “Don’t—touch—”

It’s Harry’s turn to squawk, “What?!” and whip his hands away, just as Edmund chokes out, “Cursed.”

Harry’s grin drops, staring down at the box—which is now devoid of earrings. He realizes this at the same time that Draco does, at the same time he feels a suddenly pinch in his left earlobe, jumping in his seat and yelping, “Ouch!” at the same time Draco’s hands fly up to his own ear.

He feels a weight near his cheek and gapes, wide-eyed, as he sees one of the earrings is now in Draco’s unpierced left earlobe. The other, he realizes as he cups his hand over the side of his face, is in his ear.

Harry and Draco stare at each, something charged and heated building up in the air between them, tingling where the earring is and spreading out to the tips of Harry’s fingers.

“Right,” Draco says as the moment builds, his eyes never leaving Harry’s—wide, bright, beaming with something that would be adularescence if his eyes were the moonstones they resemble. “What kind of curse, exactly?”

The earrings jingle, the magic tingles, and suddenly Draco drops into Harry’s lap, Harry’s arms going around him with little choice, their breaths quickening and a flush spreading across both their faces, as Draco’s horrible boyfriend watches.

“Erm,” Edmund says. “Right. That is to say, ah—well, you see, it might not be a curse so much as a—a bond, perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” Draco says, pants out really, staring down at Harry, who stares back, until they can’t stare any longer because they’re kissing instead.     

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This Ficlet Friday sounds like so much fun!

How about 1. 'I leave you alone for five minutes...' for Klaine?

Here ya go! Thanks for the prompt, @annepi-blog!

You can read it either on A03, or below the pretty picture! 😊

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The clangs and shrieks of the alarm system at Christie's Auction House filled the corridors, echoing through the mostly empty building.  They were just as loud as the beating of Kurt and Blaine's hearts as they raced down corridor after corridor while they attempted to escape.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kurt growled through his teeth as he ran, slipping slightly on the polished marble floor as he turned another corner.  “I leave you alone for five minutes . . . FIVE MINUTES, Blaine.  What on earth did you do?”

Blaine at least had the common decency to look a little sheepish.   "I'm sorry, Kurt.  It's just. . .”

"Just what?  Just what, Blaine?"  Kurt shouted as they zipped into a nearby storage closet where they had stashed some vital equipment a few days prior.  We had ONE goal, well, two goals, for this job.  That was it.  Remember?  It was supposed to be quick and easy—just in and out."

The two jewel thieves quickly shrugged out of their black overalls, flipping them around so that the bright blue interior of the garments now showed on the outside.  Basically, they were returning to the ones of the custodial service staff that they had worn once they reported in for work earlier that evening.

The day billionaire Santana Lopez approached them to "procure" one particular Bulgari emerald and diamond flower brooch and its matching emerald ring for her, Kurt knew then and there he should have turned the job down.  Apparently, they were intended as engagement presents for her lover, Brittany Pierce.  Ms. Lopez saw the young heiress had fallen in love with the pieces when they had toured the auction house the week prior.  Ms. Lopez wanted to keep her girlfriend happy, so Kurt and Blaine's company was contacted, and their services were hired for the evening.

Kurt always swore that Elizabeth Taylor's jewelry collection was sacred and sacrosanct—totally out of reach as a career goal.  In his heart of hearts, he knew it wasn't a job they should have taken, but they needed the money, so Kurt folded.  He thought he could at least get close enough to salivate and gaze upon the beauty of that collection, even though they only had the job of stealing the brooch and ring combination out of it for Ms. Lopez.

Blaine shoved his curls back into the baseball cap he had worn when reporting to work that evening.  "I didn't mean to trip the alarm, Kurt.  It was an accident.  I swear."

The puppy dog eyes. 

Oh god, Blaine turned on the puppy dog eyes because he knew Kurt couldn’t stay mad at him when he did that.

Kurt jammed his cap on his head, pulling it low over his eyes as he sighed in defeat.  “I know you didn’t mean to, sweetheart.  And I’m sorry I yelled.  It’s just . . . We needed this to go off without any problems."

Blaine nodded as he bent over to grab one of the bottles of "cleaning chemicals" from one corner of the closet and began spreading it around the tiny space, taking care not to spill any on him or Kurt.  "I know, I know, Kurt.  I'm really am sorry.”

A hiss and a crackle were heard in both of their ears as their communication pieces popped to life:

“As much as I love listening to my two favorite gays fight AND make up in the span of five minutes, can we all get a move on?”

Kurt sighed again.  “Yes, Artie,  we’re on it.  What's happening out there?"

"And what's the ETA of the cops?" Blaine said as he fumbled around in his pockets for his lighter.

“Puck's trying to stall by causing a scene because the po-po are ALREADY THERE . . . so can we all get a move on and set this bitch aflame?”

“Can we not use the terms, 'po-po' and ‘set this bitch aflame'?   I think you've been watching too many movies, Artie," Kurt pleaded as Blaine snorted.  He did just that,  grabbing a mop and pushing Kurt out the door as he tossed the lighter back into the room, the flame igniting the chemical-soaked contents within.

They followed Artie's directions down individual hallways empty of custodial staff until they found a staircase.  They followed it down to the lobby, blending in with the other night staff taking the same route out of the building.

As they approached the exit, the men could see a handful of others waiting to leave,  the cops eying everyone warily.  The head security guard was swearing up a storm at the people gathered.

“What the hell happened?” he yelled.  “And will someone turn off that goddamned alarm?!”

As the ear-splitting cacophony ceased, the workers shook their heads, staring at one another, many unsure of how to explain the  mess to their superior.

“Um . . . I think it was me, sir?" Blaine meekly waved his hand.

“Goddamn it, Davis.”

“It was an accident, Mr. Puckerman." Kurt chimed in, his hands still clutching a dirty rag and spray bottle.  We were just cleaning the 4th-floor gallery and . . .”

“I kind of nudged one of the paintings with my mop," Blaine held up the offensive article gingerly, a pained expression on his face.  "And it fell of the wall."

"We fixed it right away, though.  It's all straight and everything now." Kurt tried to reassure the head of security.  "Promise."

"I don't give a rat's ass about your promises, Turner," Puckerman glared darkly at Kurt.  “This is the third strike for you two.  Turn in your badges.  You’re fired.”

“Aww, but sir, it really was an accident . .” Blaine pleaded.

“Yeah, you can’t just get rid of us for that," Kurt piped up with a frown.  Some of the surrounding custodial staff began to agree, a growing sound of discontent rising among them all.

"Oh well, you see, I can, and just did," Puckerman shouted, holding his hand out for their ID badges.  Both men unclipped them from their jumpsuits and handed them over as ordered.  "Go and clean out your lockers, “ Puckerman barked at the two, who flinched and stepped away quickly.

Before Kurt and Blaine could say any more in their defense, yet another alarm began to sound, and a red light began to flash.  The assembled crowd began to rush to the front door despite the police presence in front of them.

“Fuck!” Puckerman shouted.  “That’s the fire alarm.  Everybody out!”

The chaos that ensued as policemen hustled people out as quickly as possible gave Blaine and Kurt the out they were looking for.  They easily slipped away and into the night.

Once they felt they were far enough away, Kurt and Blaine removed their jumpsuits, discarding them in a dumpster they had allocated for the occasion.  They knew that the next day's early garbage pick up would bring it straight to an incinerator, their tracks quite easily covered once the contents all went up in smoke.

A few subway stops later, they finally were back home in Brooklyn.  Kurt groaned as he collapsed onto the couch.  He reached into his shirt, pulled a padded drawstring pouch hanging around his neck, and dropped it on the coffee table beside him.  Kurt quickly pulled a pillow over his head as Blaine perched on the couch beside him.

"God, that was exhausting.  We're back home, Artie.  Go ahead and wire Noah the cash for the loud and dramatic scene at the exit.  Oh, and drop Ms. Lopez a line.  See where she wants to do the exchange, but remind her that nothing changes hands until we see the rest of our payment in our account."

"You got it, boss," their tech guru chimed in before signing off for the night.

Kurt reached in, removed his earpiece, and tossed it toward the table.  He heard a soft clatter, confirming that it hit its mark instead of the floor.

"What a night," Kurt sighed, his voice still muffled from the pillow.  "I think I am ready for a shower, cheesecake, and bed."

"Well, before that . .”

Kurt felt the weight of the couch shift as Blaine stood up and got off the couch, only to move somewhere nearby, judging by the soft, close rustle of his clothing.  When Kurt peeked out from under the decorative pillow to see Blaine, down on one knee before him, a small silk bundle in his hands.

“B . . . Blaine?"  Kurt said, eying the small package warily as he sat up.  The cushion slid from his hands, softly landing on the floor at his boyfriend's feet.  His heart began to thump loudly in his chest. 

This couldn’t be.

Could it?

Blaine took a deep breath, a soft smile gracing his features.  “Kurt.  I . . .  fuck, I know this isn't conventional and all . . because of what we do.  But ever since I met you, you've been this brilliant, beautiful force of nature that's just barrelled into my life and swept me off my feet.  I love you so so much.  I . . would love to have you by my side for the rest of my days.  Will you marry me?”

Blaine gently unwrapped the small item in the palm of his hand.  As the silk fell away, Kurt could spy a necklace of pale inscribed circles linked to an impressive gold chain.

“Blaine . . . is that what I think it is?”

Blaine nodded.  “The Edith Head Ivory Disc Necklace . . . " he confirmed.  “From the auction house.  I . . . I know it's your favorite piece from Elizabeth Taylor's collection.  And there's no way we could have afforded to bid for it in the auction itself.  Everything there will go for millions of dollars we don't have.  But this . .”

Kurt trembled as he reached out a hand, his fingertips reverently stroking the ivory discs rimmed with gold.  “Blaine . . you stole this?  For me?”

“Sweetheart, I’d steal the moon and the stars for you if you wanted them.”

“Blaine . . “

After he let the scrap of silk slip to the floor, Blaine gently unclasped the necklace, holding it out to his boyfriend.

“Kurt, I know it isn’t an engagement ring, but, well, you haven't actually answered my question. . .”

"Oh god," Kurt said, tears streaming down his cheeks.  Yes, yes, you incredible man.  I'll marry you!"

Blaine grinned from ear to ear as he leaned forward and gently fastened the necklace around Kurt's neck.  Capturing Kurt's face in his hands, Blaine softly kissed his new fiancee joyously.

“Blaine  . . .”

“Yes, Kurt?”

“Is this the reason why the alarms went off tonight?”

Blaine pulled away, blushing. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.  “Um, yeah, " Another apologetic expression crossed Blaine's face.  "I kind of miscalculated my angles, and then my hand slipped and. . . God, such an rookie mistake . .I promise not to do it again."

Kurt pulled Blaine up and back onto the couch in a sitting position.  He swung one leg and easily positioned himself in his fiancée's lap, straddling Blaine.  Slowly, Kurt undid a few buttons on his shirt, pushing the clothing back so the gold necklace lay flat against his chest.  Kurt trailed his fingers lightly against his skin, tracing the shining collar with his fingertips before unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.  Blaine watched, his eyes darkening and his hands gripping Kurt's waist tightly.

"Oh, sweetheart," Kurt purred as the shirt fell to the floor behind him. I'll hold you to that."  He leaned forward to nip at Blaine's neck, grinding his hips in a downward motion. Blaine groaned in response as he clutched Kurt closer. His breath hitched as Kurt whispered in his ear, "You're lucky I love you a lot more than I do pretty, shiny things."

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END NOTE:

If you caught it, the Edith Head Ivory Disc Necklace was a deliberate choice, if we all remember one of the deleted scenes from the show :)

[ask-sebastian]

I won't back down Until the devil starts to kneel, kneel

I could see it rising on the water Hold my breathe and dive in

Can we trade lyrics and not have Sleep Token?

I think not.

And you are a garden, entwined with all You are the silence on sacred shores You've got diamonds for teeth, my love So take a bite of Me, just once I want to turn the page once again, oh Take a bite

[thefairylights]

Starting off Kinktober 2023 @vampirefest with a playlist! Sexy songs for sexy prompts of many types. No set ship so we vibe with every pairing. Whatever feels right, is right. ❤️🖤❤️

No more sunlight. The moon awaits us. ⚰️

Now, on to your knees to click that link, my companion heart.

31 tracks for 31 days.

one: mack loren/if i didn’t know better

I take my time and study your face

Thinking of a different place for it to be while you keep

One hand on my waist, you grip my thigh

Heart starts to race

Like you could taste what I'm tryna hide

two: zolita/holy

I can fight but the devil wins

And I will fall like a saint who sins

Forgive me Father, I am weak

And it's not forgiveness that I seek

three: the marias/hush

Don't think you've made it under my skin

Could never get in

Forget about it

Don't talk so much

Your tongue is burning up

I've had enough

four: elley duhe/middle of the night

These burning flames, these crashing waves

Wash over me like a hurricane

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized

Feel powerful, but it's me again

Come, lay me down

'Cause I know this

'Cause I know this sound

five: saint mesa/lion

You burn everything you see

Gold are your fingers

Leaving traces everywhere you go

Diamonds in your skin

My blood flows

six: chloe adams/dirty thoughts

I'm frustrated

Do you really look good naked

And I know that it ain't that holy

But Lord I need this one night only

The more that I push 'em away

The more that you're stuck in my brain

The more I mentally undress

I confess

seven: king mala/she calls me daddy

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

She's got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

eight: hey violet/unholy

Say your name while our tongues are tied

Getting shivers all down my spine

We're in bed, we're embedded in my mind

nine: hozier/eat your young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

ten: chandler leighton/when you say my name

Does it scare you

That I already know what you're into?

You can say less, I bet I can guess

That'll you say whatever to get me undressed

Double dare you, tell me two lies

Don't need no truths

'Cause I can see right through you

You're no good at pretend

I'm using your tricks that you use with your friends

eleven: dezi/sinner

Lead us not into temptation

Your touch is feeling like salvation

If you're down for misbehaving

If you're liking this sensation

Pin me on your wall like an icon

And I pray that you leave the lights on

twelve: banks/fuck with myself

You're in the corner waiting for my love

I put two walls behind you just to lean on

Kinda need 'em 'cause I stood you up

'Cause I fuck with myself more than anybody else

thirteen: dove cameron/breakfast

I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick

And honestly, I'm getting high off it

Do you wanna see a magic trick?

'Cause you don't know what you don't know

But I know

fourteen: lana del rey/freak

Flames so hot that they turn blue

Palms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer

That's the way I feel for you

If time stood still I'd take this moment

Make it last forever

fifteen: ari abdul/taste

I'm begging you, untie this noose

Want your hands 'round my neck

I'm begging you, come be my muse

You're all that I have left

sixteen: ag/terrible thing

Oh honey, you're so cold

I lose my self-control

seventeen: jesse joe stark/fire of love

Your kiss rips through the shadows

Lipstick poisons this black rose

Haunted and torn from the heavens

You pull the petals from my mouth

They fall and tenderly black out

Baby, it's been so lonely

eighteen: zaryah/deep dive

Deep dive into my lips

Heat of your breath takes me into your abyss

Hold tight, I'll fulfil every need

Head up, you got me down on my knees

nineteen: lana del rey/gods & monsters

In the land of Gods and Monsters

I was an angel looking to get fucked hard

twenty: darren hayes/insatiable

Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound

We move together up and down

We levitate our bodies soar

Our feet don't even touch the floor

twenty-one: melanie martinez/high school sweethearts

If you can't handle a heart like mine

Don't waste your time with me

If you're not down to bleed, no, oh

If you can't handle the choking, the biting

The loving, the smothering

'Til you can't handle it no more, no more

Go home

twenty-two: ramsey/daddy

Baby, you're divine, I leave my body

Suckin' on your tongue, gold teeth, come find love

twenty-three: massive attack/paradise circus

Love is like a sin, my love

For the ones that feel it the most

Look at her with her eyes like a flame

She will love you like a fly will never love you again

twenty-four: aeseaes/desire

I'm an old

Desire

Sleeping in your skin

I'll take you over

And let you hide

And let you hide

twenty-five: natalia kills/problem

Sweat, dripping down your chest

Thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles

On my thigh boy boy boy

Cold shower... you got no power to control

How I make you my toy toy toy

My hips rocking

As we keep lip locking

Got the neighbors screaming

Even louder louder

twenty-six: the pretty reckless/going to hell

Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells

twenty-seven: meg myers/desire

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

Boy, I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna tear into your soul

twenty-eight: soap&skin/me and the devil

And I said hello Satan, ah

I believe it is time to go

Me and the devil walkin' side by side

twenty-nine: chymes/gity

You can trust in me, no, you don't have to hide

Have anything you want, just tell me what you like

Bring out the devil in you, it can't hide

I feel the fire trapped inside

thirty: banks/gimme

At the rock bottom baby crawl, crawl

I let you lick it from the ground, ground

'Cause I've been drippin' for your love, love

You can call me that bitch

thirty-one: nine inch nails/closer

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You just have to nod your beautiful head and say yes 🩸🩸🩸