[Fic] Arts and Crafts
Title: Arts and Crafts
Pairings: Chen/Kai, Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Chanyeol/Kris/Tao, Kris/Tao, Kris/Chen, Kris/Xiumin, Kris/Baekhyun, Kris/Lay/Baekhyun, Kris/Lu Han/Lay, Kris/Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Tao/Sehun, Sehun/BoA, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Lay, Chen/D.O., Lu Han/Xiumin, Kris/Suho, Kris/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 29 request prompts
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Prompt: Chen bouncing around Kai all smiley and excited and Kai indulging him fondly.
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Jongdae's energy could be catching. It was less so, when Jongin was tired and he had Jongdae's finger in his cheek and cooing at his tired eyes. But he still enjoyed Jongdae's warmth against his side, and his laugh even then. But other times, Jongdae was quick to joke, one of the two Jong-somethings, and he could almost see the looks they got from some of the others (Kris. Kyungsoo. Joonmyun.).
Even when he was awake he wasn't always happy, so Jongdae's chirping really lifted his spirits, took his mind off of little aches in his back and legs. Could they go get chicken? Did he want to bike? They should play a game later. This is a pretty arm, should we work out together more? Jongin blinked at some of the questions, smile spreading at some of the others. And when Jongdae squawked when Jongin hauled him closer with an arm around his neck, Jongin just grinned.
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Prompt: did you watch exo on yoo in na's radio? can I request a little sukai inspired by it? *___* "communication is key" - kai notices that suho often looks at him as if he wants to say something but never does. kai tries to make him say it but suho thinks some things are better left unsaid, e.g. his crush
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If Joonmyun stubbed his toe, everyone heard about it. His poor toe, of course. For as long as it hurt. He had a way of being like that, sharing his discontent, when it was about himself and that was good. Some people kept stuff in too much. When it was about the group, Joonmyun's shoulders seemed to broaden a bit, taking on the role of Suho their nervous leader who told terrible jokes. Of course, he still cheerfully threw people under the bus at times, but he was the one protecting, them even from themselves.
So it was weird for Jongin to look up at Joonmyun and see his brows furrowed every so slightly, as though thoughts were forming that Joonmyun was thinking really hard about. If Joonmyun saw him looking, he smiled, or looked away, or pretended he'd been looking at something else. Sometimes Joonmyun grasped Jongin's arm, smiling up at him, mouth parted on an inhale for just a beat too long before squeezing his arm and moving to do something else.
He didn't see because he was some kind of genius and perceptive, he saw because he hoped it was proof of what he wanted. So sometimes he asked what Joonmyun was thinking, what he wanted, if there was anything he had to say to him. He got pats on the shoulder, Joonmyun's eyes going a bit worried, and Jongin knew.
He jostled Joonmyun, at first getting a protest and then a startled gasp as Jongin pulled him closer, so close that Jongin's intent was clear. Joonmyun's eyes closed, face suspended a breath of away from Jongin's. And Jongin waited, until Joonmyun realized that Jongin wasn't going to kiss him. Then his eyes went wide, fingers tightening in Jongin's sweater.
"What..."
"Is there something you want to talk to me about? I'm not going to... Unless you..."
The sound that Joonmyun made was pained. Maybe up until then he'd thought that Jongin had just imagined he was holding back sports scores or trying not to ask him to go fetch him a drink or something. But he had to understand that Jongin knew, and knew more clearly because Joonmyun hadn't pushed away. He didn't push away, and that told Jongin more than a novel full of words could have.
"Some things are best not said," Joonmyun said, still holding Jongin's sweater and almost imploring him.
"Are you afraid of rejection or acceptance?" Jongin asked, watching Joonmyun's lower lip begin to stick out. "I think if it was out the open-"
"Talking doesn't take away the dangers or possibility of someone getting hurt, or-"
"You don't have to protect me from you," Jongin said. And that was his whole point. Talking got rid of the misconceptions.
Joonmyun's lips were so soft against his, and he pressed into the kiss, feeling Joonmyun stiffen. They'd started to talk. It was progress.
"I like you," Joonmyun said later, eyes closed, forehead against Jongin's.
He gripped Joonmyun's hands just a little bit tighter. "I know."
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Prompt: That QMi vampire with blood bonds AU you wrote and that I love... Can you write a shorter SuKai version?
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They were friends. There were benefits to being friends. When Jongin walked outside in the sun, humans stared at him, or avoided looking at him entirely. There were web cafes for humans whose goal in life seemed to be to have an encounter with a vampire, but most people of Jongin’s limited circle would have sooner considered getting voluntary paper cuts. Even those humans he generously called friends. Joonmyun was different, serious, thick-rimmed dark glasses and hair that was just too long, when the library closed, he ended up in Jongin’s living room. He was in his last year of law school, and Jongin didn’t mind. Everyone else was partying or asleep, and Joonmyun’s roommate had threatened to smash all the lightbulbs if Joonmyun stayed up all night one more time in the tiny apartment.
He made no sound the first time Jongin had backed him against the couch and kissed him, his fingers curling over the collar of Jongin’s t-shirt. He’d been so sleepy and studious that Jongin had been unable to resist. And he’d had his own surprise to see Joonmyun’s pink lips, that small, perfect mouth, open around him. And a few days later, again. Not every time Joonmyun came over, but the more they grew comfortable, Joonmyun coming against his shirt, soft noises as Jongin sucked at his neck. He’d pulled Joonmyun into his bed after Joonmyun had unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes on Jongin’s. Joonmyun had been spread out for him moaning for him, the cloth of his jeans harsh against Jongin’s hips.
And the next with nothing on at all, Joonmyun’s mouth open, eyes tight, as Jongin pressed into him.
They talked of the cloth Jongin wore to protect his skin from the sun, and Joonmyun watched him warm animal blood to sate his hunger. As he took, he watched sweat bead on Joonmyun’s brow, hid body hot and hard in Jongin’s hand, and knew that Joonmyun did not fall in his bed because he forgot Jongin was a vampire, and not because of it either. Because he was a man and because he wanted.
“Come for me,” Jongin cajoled.
Joonmyun did, and Joonmyun kissed him when he came as well, stroking his hair and peering at him with nearsighted eyes and a smile. Jongin had never found a human he had considered forming a bond with. Until then.
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Prompt: Suka - wolf AU, having to wait to bond
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He was to wait seven years for the bond. In a way, he was lucky. He knew people who had met as children, growing together always knowing there was something they were waiting for. But most people he knew had to wait a year or two at most, some only a few months. The first full moon on their eighteenth year the first moon when the bond could be completed. Linking two people for the rest of their lives.
But for him, the wait was just another thing weighing on him. Finishing high school, hiding what he was, what they all were. Wolves, and there was no finer point to put on it. When the moon stretched full, they ran with it.
Kris had his own set of stresses, trying to keep the pack together. Not only training the younger ones to hide themselves and getting them to study, but listening to their worries, and keeping fragile feelings together in their unit as a family.
“You look wrecked,” Kris told him when Joonmyun came into his bedroom, and there was no softness to cushion the blow of the words. “Is it Jongin or are you getting slammed with homework?”
He almost whimpered, stretching out on the bed beside Kris.
“My own. Sehun’s. Zitao’s. Jongdae just likes advice, I don’t think he actually needs help.”
“Is it keeping you distracted at least?”
Distracted. Jongin looked up at him from across the dining hall and he was distracted. Jongin breathed and he was distracted. They had no classes together, or Joonmyun would have crawled out of his skin. He was waiting. He’d been waiting so long. It wasn’t even a sexual thing - though there were components of that. He wanted to roll Jongin on the ground and breathe into his neck and kiss his face and listen to the beats of his heart. And he was cut off from that, nearly all of it, from the day they had looked at each other and known.
Except on full moon nights, when he rested his neck over Jongin’s and stood there, nearly shaking as Jongin whined.
It was not just tradition. The bond would not hold earlier, and too much contact, too many surges in feelings made things unbearable. They’d thrown caution to the wind a few times, just holding hands as they talked. The two days he’d spent in bed afterward, feeling as though he was dying because he could not go to Jongin… They never kept him from trying again.
Kris’s bedside manner was less than stellar when he was reacting with disgust to Joonmyun’s blatant disregard for his and Jongin’s wellbeing. He was supposed to be the wise one, the protective one. Most of their contact was over the internet, or by text. Emails and words. Even the sound of Jongin’s voice had his heart clutching.
“Having the others around, having me help them, distracts me,” Joonmyun agreed, and wiggled until he could rest against Kris’s side. Just being near Kris, feeling his power as the alpha, made some of the tension drop from him.
The date of their bonding was marked on his calendar, and it was years to go. Past his own graduation.
“Would you rather transfer schools, to make it easier?”
Joonmyun contemplated that, moving his head into Kris’s stroking hand.
“No. Even if I can’t talk to him, and I can’t see- At least I know he’s near. I can help him if I need to. Being close is painful, but being far away is painful, too.”
Kris did not know, as he had not found his mate, his other. But even so, he protected Joonmyun, and Jongin, and their pack. He knew.
He clasped his hands together, imagining one of them was Jongin’s, and he waited.
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Prompt: Female SuKai, please? ^^ Suho touches Kai's long hair and runs her fingers through it every chance she gets. (Kai doesn't like it.) She cuts off her hair. (Reason is up to you.) It makes Suho sad but she's surprised when Kai lets her play with the short strands.
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There was something about the sensation, like Kai’s scalp was too sensitive to put up with much. She’d felt it when her mother had brushed her hair when she was a kid, and she felt it when Suho inevitably reached to touch. It was soft, Suho said, and shiny, like she was some kind of kitten who couldn’t hold in her impulses. Sometimes Kai put up with it, and sometimes she pulled away when it got too much. It was those times she thought she should say something. Suho didn’t know, except those times when Kai just couldn’t stand it any more. Those times, Suho stopped, opting to cuddle her instead.
The thing was, Kai wanted to like it, liked that Suho wanted to be closer to her. And Suho tried, less and less, the more Kai pulled away.
Until one day she stared at herself in the mirror, and walked out the door to make an appointment. If it was the tug, that feeling, that made her uncomfortable, maybe if there was less drag, it would help. She’d never been married to the idea of long hair, had no reason to keep it and not try. So she watched coils of hair fall, watching it get closer and closer to her ears until it was short and cute and fashionable.
And when Suho saw, her eyes went wide. “Oh. You cut your hair!”
Kai reached up for it, still startled by how far she had to go. “Yeah. Do you…like it?”
“It was really pretty before, but this suits you,” Suho said, and her smile was so genuine. “I wish I had the guts to try something like that.”
“You want to touch?” when they were settled on the couch.
Suho’s eyebrows rose. “Can I?”
Kai leaned into her fingers, feeling the love in that touch, the happiness it brought Suho. It wasn’t perfect. Maybe she needed another inch or two off, but it was better. And it made her content to stay near.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun and Suho
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“I think your eyes are worse than mine,” Kyuhyun said, squinting as he peered through Joonmyun’s glasses.
Since Joonmyun had Kyuhyun’s glasses on, squinting as though he was trying to peer through a bowl of soup, he thought he was right on that.
He just barely evaded the fist that Joonmyun aimed at his knee, laughing as they traded eyewear back.
They were both hip-deep in blankets, with laptops and books scattered around them.
“The glasses twins,” Joonmyun joked.
“Since you were born later, you should make me food,” Kyuhyun said, kicking out at him.
Sometimes the benefits of age were a nice thing, but when he said stuff like that and got pouts and aegyo, he wasn’t prepared for that. It didn’t work on him when someone was trying to nudge him into something, so why should it work when someone-
He protected himself by blocking Joonmyun’s face with a pillow in his line of sight. “Food!”
Joonmyun hadn’t stopped pouting but he’d clearly given in when he pushed the pillow down.
“What do you want?”
“Duck. And five kinds of-“
“I’ll make ramen,” Joonmyun said. “And you can pretend it’s duck. How about that?”
That would have been his exact response. And Joonmyun knew it too, when he grinned back.
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Prompt: Taorisyeol with Krisyeol dp'ing Tao /blushes and runs away. smut
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It hadn’t been what been what Kris was expecting at all. Tao had been so insistent.
“I’ve been practicing,” Tao said, in the same tone he used to say, “I want you to suck me off.”
Practicing meant mental images in his head. He’d fucked Tao and Chanyeol, they’d fucked him and each other, blowing whoever was free or being fucked. Tao had a special liking of that.
But Kris’s breath held when he realized that Chanyeol’s cock was rubbing against his and they were both in Tao. Tao’s expression was pleased, focused, earrings flashing as he threw his head back onto Chanyeol’s shoulder. And Kris hadn’t been prepared for that, Tao’s face of rapture, his bared throat, and beside it, Chanyeol’s broken expression, eyes closed and mouth parted. Maybe to keep from coming, maybe sorting out the sensations.
Tao’s throat worked as he lifted himself, letting Chanyeol deeper. All Kris had to do was stay still, let Tao do what felt best, let him tell Chanyeol what to do. Both Chanyeol’s arms were around Tao’s chest, anchoring them both as Kris was left adrift. But not. He was part of that, that wet, and warm, and movement. And Tao’s eyes were bright as he met Kris’s eyes, running a hand down Kris’s stomach and directing him to look and see how hard Tao was, how his cock moved with every bump of their hips. That was his doing, his and Chanyeol’s.
So he reached out and took, his hand still slick from before, and watched Tao’s moan. Chanyeol was frantic against him, rubbing and groaning into Tao’s shoulder.
“I want to come,” Tao gasped, arching.
Chanyeol looked up at Kris, pleading with him, face flushed and close, so close. The smell of them, the sight of them, the feel of them- Kris came before him by only heartbeats.
And they watched together as Tao’s come fell on Kris’s stomach.
And Tao laughed in triumph.
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Prompt: TaoRis innocent couch cuddles turn into cute make-out session. (Non-au please~)
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Tao was a consummate wiggler, even when watching a movie, whether it was something dull or interesting to him. Even when he was staring slack jawed at the screen in amazement, Kris was forced to grab onto him and hold him, or else Tao would end up on the floor like he was three again. Maybe that would’ve made it easier for Kris, because there would be no more wiggling, but it did maintain at least the illusion that they were watching together. It was a moment he savored, when there was no one else to interrupt.
And Tao settled, when Kris was touching him, like Kris’s arm over his shoulder or anchoring his thigh kept him from wanting, needing to move. Maybe it put his focus on Kris’s touch instead. But Tao leaned his head back to laugh, grinning at Kris from far too close. And while Kris was frozen, Tao’s smile faded, licking his lips as his eyes focused down.
And yet still Kris inhaled as Tao kissed him, his neck bending at a weird angle to make it work.
“Okay,” Tao breathed against him and Kris followed Tao’s pulling hands, so they were face to face, stroking necks and sides, trading kisses and hitches of laughter.
The movie was long forgotten.
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Prompt: Prompt: Krischen. And since I'm watching Alice, let's make it Cheshire!Jongdae ^__^
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The way to go split into so many paths, some tiny barely big enough for a mouse, one large enough for a cart, others barely trails through the brush. From one, to many, and Kris did not know which to take.
A hand flew to his throat, a fluff tail first lashing against it and then curling, and then pulling from his hand entirely. He backed into a tree, staring up, around, to see where the tail could have come from. He finally leaned far enough to see a pair of shoes, red leather and tied in brown, and he moved around the tree to see a man leaning against the tree.
A man who clearly did not possess a tail. Kris shook his head.
“Do you know-“
“Do I know the way?” the man interrupted him, voice drawing Kris in as much as his curling grin was. “I know many ways. I know what touched you, too.”
Kris touched his throat again, and when he looked up, the man was gone. And he startled, at a touch on his elbow, the grin still in place.
“Can you help me?”
Kris wondered why the smile went a bit sharper.
“So many paths. So many paths. Big enough for an ox, big enough for a mouse. But you are neither of those. Why isn’t there one that is you-sized?”
Fingers trailed down his arm, the phantom touch of a tail, a laugh, and Kris was alone. Not even going around the tree revealed the man again.
But he considered the man’s words, and he realized there was a path, just wide enough for him.
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Prompt: continuation of alice!au with mad hatter tao
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“Do you like tea?”
The table could not have been called beautiful. There were flowers around like a garden party, clutches of them sitting like utensils by plates and on chairs, some of them growing out of the chairs including one that looked particularly wicked with rose thorns twisting over the whole of it.
“Do you have a hat,” the man asked him, voice sinuous and coiling around him, both different from the bold cat and very alike. He wore a hat, and held a dozen others, holding them out like chocolate. “I am a hatter and we should have tea.”
Kris took one, something blue and boxy, and the others were tossed into the air. He ducked, only they never came back down. And he only looked up in time to see this Hatter vault onto the table and stalk down it, making the teacups rattle.
“Sit anywhere. Only not there. The thorns snag, I think. If only it was on the back, it would teach you not to slouch!”
Kris scowled, and he sat, a three-legged stool in front of a green glass plate and red posies. He took a cup from beside him, covered in blue triangles that made it look like it had been broken and glued, and he blew in it. Dust.
“Don’t do that. It tastes better with it.
The teapot was twice as big as his head, and the Hatter was nearly in his lap as he poured, nearly a purr on his lips as he lifted the cup to Kris. It glistened pale amber, and there was a riddle there in the Hatter’s smirk that he did not yet understand.
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Prompt: xiuris! minseok secretly likes tall guys, while kris feels slightly self-conscious for being so much taller
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Minseok had dated a variety of guys, different body types, different shoe sizes, food preferences, and height numbers. But he had a thing. Everyone was allowed a thing, he thought. And his just happened to be guys that were tall. Some guys, dating someone taller than them was an insecurity. Maybe it made them feel less of a man, or not in control. But Minseok had as yet thought of something that he didn't like about it. He liked the angle of nuzzling up against someone for a kiss. He liked being at the perfect height to rub his hips up against someone. He liked the pride of walking down the street with some good looking guy beside him.
And in bed, that height didn't matter anyway, unless they were trying some position in which the relative length of Minseok's thighs mattered. The only inches he was interested in then were somewhere else entirely.
But Minseok noticed when Kris began leaning on things, his feet kicked out. Or if they were on a sidewalk, he'd lean in, or slope his shoulders. Having Kris closer wasn't an issue. But before they'd begun dating, back when they'd just been friends, he'd watched Kris's squared shoulders, the sprawl of his legs and the length of his torso. He'd fallen for Kris, not his height, but he worried.
"Do you wish I was taller?" Minseok asked, and watched Kris's eyes go wide.
"What? No!"
Minseok tilted his head. "Then do you wish you were shorter? You walk fine most of the time, and then you start shrinking when you get near me. You don't have to worry about showing me up. I like how tall you are."
Kris just gaped at him, his laugh an embarrassed sound. "I guess I've always worried about standing out. Making others stand out."
"I like the way you do," Minseok said, tugging on Kris's shirt. And Minseok reveled in the kiss.
But Kris watched him after that, watched as Minseok admired him, and Kris ever so subtle straightened his shoulders and put on some incredibly hot, haughty expression. And when Kris took his hand, he thought they were both pleased.
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Prompt: Baekhyun looking at kris ~differently~ after that day shopping in the streets of hong kong.
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Baekhyun watched Kris answering questions, eyes focused, becoming almost falsely sincere. It was an expression Baekhyun almost couldn’t take seriously, until Kris laughed. And for a moment, Baekhyun was grateful that expression wasn’t pointed at him. The press of Kris’s lips together, mock hesitation, exasperation, never too much, teasing never going too far. Arms around shoulders, pointing, teaching, presenting things with fingers that were nowhere near delicate. He’d seen those wrists and fingers decorated, but they were stark there, unadorned, nothing to distract. And when Kris had been beside him, perfectly in control, Baekhyun had felt himself a bit dazed.
It wasn’t as though Baekhyun had never seen him as a leader, because he’d lined up and waited for instruction in places they were similarly out of their depth. It wasn’t his command that Baekhyun had been caught on. There hadn’t been anything new that day that he didn’t see every day, when Tao or Sehun made eyes at Kris and Kris gave up his time for them. He didn’t know what it had been about that day, handing Kris a drink. Maybe because it was somehow everything at once.
But when Kris looked at him, Baekhyun’s expression somehow froze. It was not something he meant to share, because-
Kris’s arm settled around Baekhyun’s shoulders, and he let out the breath he’d been holding. It seemed he’d realized something he’d known all along.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Kris - Kris has a thing for Baekhyun's mouth~ :3 (is this okay?)
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Kris wondered how he was supposed to survive it. First, there were the kisses. The demure lowering of Baekhyun’s eyes showed nothing of the way he kissed, drawing laughs out of Kris almost as often as he drew moans, Baekyun’s lips trembling with mirth all the while. The kisses he placed to Kris’s skin were not delicate, not teases. There was the barest scrape of teeth over his collarbones, a delicious change in pressure. The dart of Baekhyun’s tongue against his breastbone - teasing but not giving in. His lips parted as he breathed against Kris’s stomach, and Kris tried to breathe at the zigzag of kisses, the trail of wet that seemed to nowhere, everywhere, Kris wanted it.
And it was an inhale he could not control when Baekhyun took his hand, slid two of Kris’s fingers into his mouth without any preamble. Baekhyun’s lips closed around them, sealed around them, and petal soft, dragged against them as Baekhyun drew his fingers out again. And his eyes were almost falsely innocent, promising. And Kris did not know which was worse, Baekhyun’s fingertips flirting at the waistband of his underwear, or Baekhyun kissing just beneath it - kisses he could see but not feel, when he felt as though he would burn right through the cloth.
But Baekhyun did not tease in vain. When Baekhyun slipped him into his mouth, Kris moaned for him.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing/Kris
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Sleeping between two guys was almost too much to handle, the combined heat of two bodies on either side, and the blanket over them. He slept for a while, waking and feeling refreshed, but almost sticky with heat. Kris wasn't helping, draped over Yixing's side like Yixing was a living body pillow. Though Yixing had almost gotten his revenge for that, because Baekhyun had kicked Kris's leg in his sleep, causing Kris to jerk and rearrange himself. Baekhyun was breathing toward Yixing's chest, after Yixing had shoved him down out of his neck. He seemed to be comfortable, though, since he hadn't moved or made a sound. Somehow he thought the nap was going to never end, feeling a bit parched by the time Kris started mumbling nonsense, and Baekhyun's fingers petted his stomach.
"Water, please," he murmured, and wondered which of them would be the one to get it for him.
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Kris got him water, a fact that made him smile and muffle Baekhyun's laughter in his pillow. He just kept Baekhyun from asking too, being able to imagine Kris's expression when he was sent back. Instead, he shared his water with Baekhyun until he finally made it up and started feeling like a human being again.
"What do you want for dinner?" Yixing asked, his head on Kris's shoulder and trying to get control of his limbs again.
Baekhyun and Kris both were pretty competent but if left to their own devices, they'd be ordering takeout six nights a week. He knew it from past experiences, when he'd faced guilty eyes after being away for a week.
"Beef," Baekhyun said, tugging off his sticky shirt.
Kris and Yixing both made sounds to the negative. Kris, because it was expensive, and Yixing because he knew they didn't have any. He never had to vacuum, which meant that he, and whoever he opted to take as a bag carrier, did the shopping. The vacuum hurt his ears and the dust smelled nasty, was his excuse.
“Dumplings?" Yixing asked, propelled up by Kris's hand in his lower back.
Baekhyun nearly took off his head hugging him.
He grimaced because Baekhyun's back was sweaty. Showers, then. And then food. And seeing just who was going to help him.
And who he was going to guilt into doing the dishes.
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Prompt: krislaybaek / going out clubbing (hehehe :3)
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It was not hard to spot Kris on the dance floor. He was their beacon, and genial about being called so, one large hand waving Baekhyun over after he’d rid himself of their assorted glasses. Yixing was beside him, for a moment lost in his own world, to the music. Baekhyun gripped his hips, and Yixing’s smile was quick, rolling into his body in a way that Baekhyun envied. And it was the two of them, his arms over Yixing’s shoulders, letting Yixing move him in ways he didn’t know how to himself.
They’d forgotten Kris. As a hand brushed his back, he realized that. But Kris watched, eyes moving between them. They weren’t there to put on a show, but apparently they were anyway. Yixing smiled, reaching for Kris’s hand and pulling him in, pulling him until he was against them, and Baekhyun’s arm went around him. And they protested, as Yixing pulled away, until he turned and sent a look over his shoulder that had Baekhyun’s stomach going tight. And Yixing backed up against them, bottom lip caught between his teeth. And Kris’s hand on Baekhyun’s side went tight, both of them thinking the exact same thing, a surprised smile on Kris’s face.
All he saw was the shine on Kris’s lips and the glitter streaked down Yixing’s neck, and in a place full of people, they were the only ones that mattered.
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Prompt: krishan fighting over yixing
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There was one way to get Lu Han to look as though he was going to snap, and that was infringing on his time with Yixing. His eyes rose up over the top of Yixing’s head like a crocodile out of a river, staring as Kris came into the room. Kris retreated, because some things were sacred - but not always.
Like at dinner, when they looked up as Yixing asked for help, standing there and staring between them as though weighing who would give in first. Lu Han opened the jars Yixing couldn’t quite get out of pride, slapping away Kris’s hands. They both put food on Yixing’s plate, at least until he started shoving food onto theirs. Not everything was a competition for Yixing’s attention, though, almost. When things were good, they were very good, and when things got bad, Yixing thumped them on the head.
They fought for prime real estate during cuddles, the dip of Yixing’s side, curling around his biceps, whose shoulder he was going to rest on.
And there was compromise, because Yixing wanted them both close and didn’t appreciate being in the middle of a shoving match. It was how they were. It was how they did it. Kris rested his hand over Lu Han’s, on Yixing’s side, and his cheek against the top of Yixing’s head, and still felt like he won.
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Prompt: Vampires Baekhyun (he's got really pointy canines!) and Kris stumble upon- adorable, all too human, but not as oblivious as one would think- Chanyeol and think he'd be delicious...?
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“It’s him,” Baekhyun murmured, his elbow sliding against Kris’s back. They’d been observing - hunting - in the same general location for several weeks. When Baekhyun spoke of the man who’d caught his eye, Kris had seen him, too. They generally got to choose based on preference, not always as often as they liked but not so they ever went hungry. The problem was, the humans they usually drank from were in the know. They didn’t follow people into dark alleyways and have their way. Sure, the fewer who knew the better, because society at large wasn’t too keen on them. But as long as they weren’t killing or turning, the police at least ignored them.
Baekhyun approached the man first, giving Kris a glare when he implied that Baekhyun blended in easier. He was with a friend that night, which made him easier to trail, as well as giving him a name: Chanyeol.
“He has a deep voice,” Baekhyun said, when Kris pinned him down on the bed.
“Would he moan when he’s bitten?”
“I wonder how he tastes. He must taste so good,” Baekhyun said as Kris growled. “That strong neck. A side for both of us.”
Sometimes imagining it was more than the reality ever could be.
Until one day, when Chanyeol turned to face them, on the sidewalk as people streamed by, and Baekhyun nearly took a step back into Kris as Chanyeol approached.
“Are you following me? My friend noticed you, and I thought he was paranoid, but… I keep seeing you.”
“Nothing like what you think,” Baekhyun assured him. Most humans never realized they were being used as imaginary prey, fantasy fodder.
But Chanyeol was watching his mouth, glancing at Kris.
“Then there are vampires around here,” he said, his voice quiet, just for the three of them. “Don’t you usually ask…?”
“Alway,” Kris said, startling both of them by the emphasis of his word. “But sometimes it is better to imagine than try.”
“Trying would be better than trailing behind me,” Chanyeol said wryly. “The worst I could say is no.”
Kris’s hand curled around his side at that opening, that near-invitation. From him, they would want as much as he would give.
(“Don’t worry,” Baekhyun said, watching as both of Kris’s arms wrapped around Chanyeol from behind, to steady him, to lend support. They would not bite at the same time, to give him a chance to experience it. And Chanyeol grinned, as though he couldn’t possibly worry, even if his eyes told a different tale. Still, Baekhyun leaned in, nuzzled against Chanyeol’s neck for a moment. His fingers tangled with Kris’s, and his teeth slid home. And Chanyeol’s moan rumbled through all three of them.)
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Prompt: Super fluffy lazy Tao/Sehun cuddles in bed on a rainy day, like, being so painfully in love that they can't take their eyes (and hands) off each other
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The world outside of their bed was wet and cool, the sound of rain plinking on the metal outside of the window. Not so in their bed, the covers a warm and fuzzy corduroy pulled almost to their ears. There were no chance of toes peeking out, because Tao’s leg was curled over Sehun’s, nestled up close, nearly chest to chest. His finger traced down Tao’s cheek as they kissed, parting with almost a sigh as Tao’s hand slid from his side, up his back. He watched the smile flirt on Tao’s lips as his fingers pushed back Sehun’s hair, parting it and baring Sehun’s forehead.
His thumb moved down the curve of Tao’s ear, the piercings there, kissing Tao’s fingers as they passed his mouth, the ring on his index finger, the soft inside of his wrist. Tao’s eyes were on his as fingers traced skin, softness of hair, curves of muscles. He couldn’t look away, even as Tao’s hand spread against his chest, and Sehun’s fingers curled in the chain of the pendant around Tao’s neck.
“Sehun,” Tao said, the first word spoken in many minutes.
They held each other, eyes a caress. And he spoke Tao’s name into his arm, as Tao drew him closer. The rain fell unnoticed.
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Prompt: taohun black satin/cross dressing au? ;~; Maybe with sehun as the star and tao being the body guard/bouncer who gets jealous after pulling multiple guys off of sehun..??
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“Can you teach me how to do that?” Sehun asked, trying to be good, trying really so hard to be.
“Not if you don’t sit still,” Minseok warned, attempting to draw a straight line on Sehun’s eyelids.
“What, does he need to write you a manual?” Baekhyun asked from behind him, and Sehun tried to swipe as Minseok scolded.
“I will have Lu Han sit on you next time. And I’ll call Joonmyun in from the office and he will lecture you and you will make no tips. Sit still, or go out with only half your face painted.”
Sehun sighed, but did as he was told because he knew Minseok. If he tried his patience, there was no telling what would get drawn on his face.
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Sehun liked the customers, mostly. Satin had a pretty strict policy, and anyone who misbehaved got booted and many times banned. He couldn’t chat so easily like Baekhyun or Minseok, and he didn’t have the same kind of charm as Lu Han. With his regulars, Sehun was more free, but with new men who came in, waving him over to sit with them, have a drink and talk, he was more reserved. Some men liked it. Others, thanked him politely and let him go after a while.
He wore one of his favorite wigs, a dark brown that waved over his shoulders. And he had shoulders, ones they tried to soften, trying to take his angular frame and making it fit the clothes. Joonmyun had stared him up and down and declared him good after dragging him into the closet with Baekhyun and Lu Han. No two women were alike, and no two men dressed up were either. They had their own styles. Though at least, since he’d started shaving his legs he didn’t find the stockings to be such a trial any more, and Lu Han didn’t send him narrowed eyes while tapping a razor on his palm either. They looked out for him, which was good, because he hadn’t had a clue when he started.
But just because he had ribbons in his hair and sweet little skirts, didn’t make him open to being touched. Some regulars, they’d give a squeeze of the hand, a comforting gesture, but touching in general was frowned upon - both for the employee’s safety and to keep expectations from forming.
“This isn’t the subway, and if you think you can get away with that there, you’re sick,” Sehun said, grabbing a man’s wrist just after he’d gotten his thigh groped as he was passing by.
“You have it out there on display,” the man said, as though that mattered, as though that gave him the right.
“But I didn’t give you permission.”
Sehun didn’t have to wave anyone over, because both Kyungsoo had edged out from behind the bar, and Tao had come over from his place at the door. Both looked imposing, dressed in severe black, in contrast to the colorful clothes of the employees on the floor.
“He seems to think me wearing a skirt and walking by him made touching okay,” Sehun said, not daring to meet Tao’s angry eyes.
“I think you’ve mistaken what kind of a place this is. We’re going to have to ask you to leave,” Kyungsoo said, his voice all severe.
Sehun made impressed eyebrows at Baekhyun behind Kyungsoo’s back.
“What, am I not good enough? What’s the secret handshake? I know you have to have rooms in the back. I have money, if he wasn’t too good to get on his knees.”
Sehun’s lip curled as Tao, in his capacity as their guard, guided the man out, never to return.
“Take a moment in the back,” Kyungsoo said, brushing his elbow with a hand.
Sehun nodded and retreated, glad for that momentary break. He was just glad Joonmyun was not there that night, since Joonmyun took every infraction by the guests personally, apologizing to Sehun and the others as though he’d asked for that kind of behavior. It left him free to sip some water, smudge on a bit of lip gloss, and admire his cheekbones in the mirror for a moment. Whatever Minseok did…
“Are you okay?”
Sehun jumped, staring up at Tao. He looked stormy, eyeing Sehun up and down, and Sehun had no idea why.
“Yeah? Yeah. I was just about to go back out. Why are you back here?”
“I told Kyungsoo I needed the bathroom, and was going to check on you, so he’s covering. This is the third guy this week.”
“He groped me, not tackled me. And I’m not doing anything to invite it!”
“I didn’t say you were,” Tao shot back, stalking off and leaving Sehun confused.
“You’re not going to get anyone wanting to talk to you if you keep glowering like that,” Kyungsoo told him as he frowned across the bar. “What’s up?”
“Tao. He’s-“
“Worried about you. Concerned for you. Angry at the rule breakers. Jealous. Wishing you could see why he’s angry for you, and less for the others.”
Sehun’s frown did not get lighter as Kyungsoo rattled things off.
“Are those…options?”
Kyungsoo just smiled at him, and handed him his favorite drink of the moment, a sweet apple alcohol-less concoction.
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When Sehun had washed his face, changing back into his street clothes, he waited until it was his turn to go home. No one left alone, and it had become habit to drive with Tao after Tao had take the others to their chosen subway stops or to their cars.
“What was up with you tonight?” Sehun asked, after held belted himself in the car.
“They shouldn’t touch you, or talk down to you like that,” Tao said, his grip on the wheel hard and they weren’t even moving.
It made sense. Tao was there for their safety. “But you don’t get angry if I’m just talking to them?”
The look Tao sent him was amused. “That’s your job. If I got mad every time someone talked to you, I’d be mad a lot. I can’t be okay with the touching.”
“I’m not okay with it either, jerk,” Sehun said, drilling his finger into Tao’s side. “I think Joonmyun and Kyungsoo would frown if you started following me around and glaring at people with a “Do Not Touch My Boyfriend” sign.”
“I know,” Tao said, his voice very small, but there was a smile on his face as he looked at Sehun. “Maybe…”
Oh no, Sehun saw right through that. “You got to pick where we ate last time.”
“I’m driving!”
Sehun gestured. “Then get out, and I’ll drive.”
Unsurprisingly, Tao opted to drive them where Sehun wanted to go. And he liked it, too.
And when Sehun finally thought to say, “I like when you’re there looking out for me, even if I don’t need it,” he got another smile.
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Prompt: Pairing: Sehun x BoA. Prompt: Late dance rehearsal of 'Only One' leads to steamy sex against the mirror. Note: sorry if I sent this twice or not, my computer had a glitch when sending it the first time. So this ask is just in case the first one didn't make it. Sorry in advance if this is a repeat :(
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Boa wondered how many times it had taken Sehun almost running over her during the dance before he looked at her without blushing. How many times before the song moved into him, not just the technical aspects of the dance. She said she’d see him home, seeing off the exhausted managers and dancers, because she’d wanted to go through it a couple of times with Sehun alone. It was a dance that said a lot of things, there was yearning, but in the end he walked away.
Not so in their dance. She’d watched him gulp as she stood above him, felt him shiver when her arm touched his neck. What had been kissing two days before, gasping in his lap as he mouthed at her breasts, became more. Maybe it was the third time through, just them, watching him watch her. Maybe not letting go of his hands had been invitation enough.
But his body braced hers against the cold of the mirror, his hands gripping her as she steadied herself with his neck She witched it was a double-wall mirror, so she could see what they looked like, her gripping him as he stroked hard into her. She’d been prepared, and he’d nearly went cross-eyed to see the condom. Something about that expression had made it twice as much fun to put it on him.
“Sehun.” He could feel her whimpering his name as she kissed him. She kissed him more for herself than for him, his face full of concentration as he breathed hard and enjoyed to the fullest. He could give lessons on that. Maybe on a few other things, too as he hitched her up a bit and sent heat coursing through her. She kissed his neck and felt his moans. If he just kept going, just like that, gasping against and moving with such determination. Alone in the practice room, with Sehun, him wanting her so much he-
She moaned into his shoulder as the friction of his strokes sent her over. He was so close, she could feel it, wishing she had a hand free because she was certain she would have come again when he whimpered, pushed deep, and came.
It was different than a dance workout, but sometimes it felt better.
“That was amazing,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his. “And we’ll practice more tomorrow.” When he made a sound, she realized he’d taken her meaning the wrong way. Or maybe the right way. She was up for more. As soon as he got his legs under him, he could let her down, and she’d get him a drink and maybe a few more kisses. He’d earned them.
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Prompt: fanxing - wolf au
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The forest was dark, shadows, grays and sparks of light in his eyes and fluttering leaves. Yixing ran, and he ran, branches slapping, scraping at his skin. The smells were too much. He didn’t know where he was, why he was there, a shiver in the back of his throat as his hands skidded on earth. He panted into his forearm when he remembered that he wasn’t running away, just running.
A cool nose nudged against his shoulder, and he Changed.
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Yixing woke to a hand stroking his back, and he sighed. It was home in the house, finally, the scents of many mingling into one. It was infrequent that he woke alone, a support structure to keep him from the panic that had plagued him, the gut-wrenching uncertainty as the moon cycled.
Many in the house were paired, but not all. Even still, he had woken to Minseok’s nose against the back of his neck, Kyungsoo breathing against his chest, Joonmyun cradling him into his shoulder, or Sehun twitching until the bed shook. But they had all retreated, and his bed smelled mostly of Kris. The way Kris touched him was different.
“You are stronger,” Kris said, as Yixing turned to him, stared at him.
It was not the size of the man, or wolf. He felt stronger. He wanted the moon, instead of fearing it. And there would be nothing for them, unless it was allowed, nothing more than the cuddling meant to soothe Yixing through his changes. And Yixing wondered if Kris would find his way to another’s bed, when Yixing had found his full strength. But that was not yet. Not yet.
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Prompt: minxing anything?? :(((
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The museum was bustling and not in the way that was usual. The upper corridors were empty except for staff and caterers fetching from the supply area set up for them away from the collections. It was why Yixing was moving as well, bottles of wine in both hands for the bar. His suit and tie were certainly not everyday work attire. It was a night for patrons, artists, to mingle. It was a night for the museum to rake in as much money as they could possibly could.
Joonmyun flagged him down as soon as he dropped off his precious cargo, and he skirted behind the bar to his boss, the curator of modern art.
“Yixing, I wanted to introduce you to Kim Minseok,” Joonmyun said. “This is Yixing, my right hand.”
Yixing’s eyes went wide. They had pictures, of course, and a shipment that had arrived only days before, but to have the artist himself there was something Yixing had not expected.
“He expressed interest in seeing the space where his work would be displayed,” Joonmyun said after they’d greeted each other, Yixing just barely keeping himself from stammering out how much he admired Minseok’s paintings.
Minseok wanted to see, and Joonmyun couldn’t get away.
“Oh. Of course. I can show you now if you want?”
Minseok smiled at him, and Yixing led him away. Minseok’s collection would be displayed on the museum’s main floor, in an inner room without windows. The paintings themselves were a progression, almost like a birth of earth around them, something twisted and barren, trees and cityscapes, views of the sky and something warm and almost sadly alone. They were not typical paintings, a different focal point in each, textures on the canvas, almost as though they were a photo. They could be viewed in any order, but Yixing had been almost breathless as he’d unwrapped them, taking note of the framing that was almost an extension of the pieces themselves, some almost as though they were windows.
“Joonmyun took your advice not to start at one end of a room,” Yixing said, turning up the lights and showing Minseok the freshly painted dark walls. “‘Birth’ will be here in the middle of this wall, and the other paintings will fan out from it, curving over the doorways.”
“It’s amazing,” Minseok said, and Yixing had the embarrassing thought that he could’ve joined his paintings. “I’ve had showings in galleries but this is my first big display.”
“We were excited when the paintings arrived. The pictures of them don’t do them justice.”
Minseok grinned at him, and when he asked if Joonmyun would mind if he was there as the display was set up, Yixing could only say he could ask. He did not think Joonmyun would mind. More, he hoped he wouldn’t.
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Prompt: domestic chensoo breakfast on a quiet morning
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Jongdae could barely keep himself from laughing as Kyungsoo twitched after Jongdae’s finger had rubbed above his upper lip. Coffee, lightly sweet, just the way Kyungsoo liked it, meant to tantalize him right out of the cocoon he’d wrapped himself in to sleep. But he was cuter than a caterpillar when he blinked, hair to the four winds and a shadow of stubble from overnight. He blinked at Jongdae, wrinkled his nose and sniffed. And then, he saw the prize, the glorious box of delights that Jongdae had left the apartment for, humming in the elevator all the way down to the street so he could get back before Kyungsoo woke up.
“Croissant?” Kyungsoo croaked, and Jongdae held one out in his cute little paper wrapping so that Kyungsoo could nestle it against his nose and inhale the scent of butter.
The moan was almost sinful.
But Kyungsoo pushed himself up, settling until their shoulders were even and Jongdae could hand him his to-go coffee that he never got too hot so Kyungsoo could drink it right away. And Jongdae bit into his own pain au chocolat while Kyungsoo sipped and gurgled, head falling back.
“Can you wake me up this way every morning?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Would it still be special, then?”
Kyungsoo sent him a look from the corner of his eye. “It would be to me.”
They chuckled, and bumped their paper coffee cups together.
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Prompt: xiuhan involving a creepy-touchy luhan
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Minseok would not have classified himself as the quickest to pick up on moves people made on him, but there was a difference between subtle and blatantly unsubtle. Like the smile Minseok had to paste on his face when they were sitting and talking to people, when he had to pretend that Lu Han’s finger hadn’t just squirmed into the back of his pants.
He started wearing a belt.
Or when they were out shopping, and every time Lu Han passed him by - and especially when Minseok bent over to get something - Lu Han patted him on the butt.
“People are going to see” didn’t seem to sink in.
They were sitting together on one side of a restaurant booth and Lu Han’s face was on his shoulder, and Minseok could almost feel the leer. Luckily it was pointed away from people.
He tilted his head and smacked Lu Han in the forehead.
All of the things that made his face heat up when Lu Han did them in public, he really liked in private. There was that. And he had a sneaking suspicion why that, when he pinned Lu Han down on their bed so they could have a serious talk about it, Lu Han looked so terribly pleased.
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Prompt: XiuHan - Just sweet, lingering touches (Xiumin), lovey-dovey eye contact (Lu Han), feeding each other, making the rest of the members get cavities
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If any of them had been asked “cute” was the word that would have been chosen, for diplomatic reasons. There were some wrinkled noses because cute didn’t magically eliminate the secondhand embarrassment meter.
The way that Minseok leaned in, his hand wrapping around Lu Han’s wrist as they talked, just slightly too low for anyone else to hear. Which wasn’t surprising given the commotion that occurred sometimes. No on dared tell Lu Han to take a picture because it would last longer, the way he watched Minseok as he talked. It wasn’t always when they were beside each other, and sometimes it was across the table, the van, the room.
Maybe all they had was two arms between them, one to tangle together, the other to feed, joking with lips brushing fingertips and spoons being zoomed in like airplanes. It wasn’t like they ignored everyone else, it was just that for a moment or two, when Lu Han looked up and met Minseok’s eyes, they were the only ones in the room.
Jongin wondered out loud if they did that in bed, too, Minseok stroking Lu Han’s face while Lu Han stared back lovingly.
Jongin also sported a nice bruise on his shin from Lu Han’s quick footwork.
It wasn’t like they tried to make people uncomfortable. Okay, yeah, sometimes they did notice they were getting looks to tone it down and take it to the bedroom, a fact that Minseok laughed about after.
But the consensus generally was, between the two of them, that the others were being overly sensitive and seeing things that weren’t there.
(Ten other people disagreed, but what did they know?)
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Prompt: xiuhan - arts and crafts
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“Eugh,” Lu Han said, making two of his fingers stick together with how much glue was on them.
Minseok leaned away, in case Lu Han got the bright idea that Lu Han should use his face or his clothes to wipe it on. And it wasn’t that he was trying to malign Lu Han’s reputation or anything. It was just that it had happened before, maybe not with glue but other things.
But Lu Han looked a bit fascinated with how the glue was stretching as it dried.
“You were one of those kids who put glue on their hands and peeled it off to make it look like skin and make people squirm, weren’t you,” Minseok said, narrowing his eyes.
“That always felt really weird,” Lu Han said, perking up and not denying it in the least.
Someone, and Minseok wasn’t pointing fingers, had gotten the bright idea to make real live birthday invitation cards. Not emails, not text messages, not updating social media, but real live cards. They had stacks of things like stickers, rhinestones, beads, and markers. They had stencils, and Lu Han with his tongue poking out had traced “It’s a Birthday Party!” onto each card, leaving Minseok to color the letters in while Lu Han went to town glueing shit to them.
They’d been at it an hour and a half and they’d only just finished the lettering, and he’d just started helping Lu Han put stickers on. He didn’t even want to think about the inside.
“Should I be doing this, since it’s my birthday party?” Minseok teased, and got a half-hearted swat.
“It’s not a surprise party. Besides, this is your gift to them!”
Right, because Joonmyun was going to appreciate the frowny face Lu Han had drawn on his card, the one that looked like it was sheltering a flock of fuzzy baby ducks. Or Sehun’s, where Lu Han had absolutely guaranteed he would beat Sehun next time by drawing devil horns on soccer balls.
Still, Minseok was with most of it, like the sparkly flower he put on Kris’s card, and strawberries he stuck all over Jongdae’s. Lu Han also had sheets of stickers with race cars and construction equipment. It more or less looked as though a five-year-old was inviting a bunch of other kids the same age to his birthday party.
“This is going to be amazing,” Lu Han declared. “Just imagine their faces.”
Minseok could imagine. Then they would all go out, and he would try to drink them under the table because the birthday boy didn’t buy himself anything. He would have copious amounts of cake, preferably chocolate, and take a piece home so he could eat it off of Lu Han once they were both aware enough to enjoy it. And he would be an entire month older, and Lu Han would lord it over him for almost an entire month, and then it would be Minseok’s turn to think up a celebration.
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Prompt: pairing: kris/suho prompt: couch cuddles
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One thing that Joonmyun really appreciated about Kris was that he was malleable. He didn’t have some kind of predefined notion of how things were going to be, and then sticking with that until someone shoved him off of it. Case in point, the couch. Sure, Kris had legs longer than most humans should possess, and he could reach the floor with them no matter how far he scooted back. Lucky guy. And yeah, that meant that if Kris was doing what most people did on a couch and sat up straight, Joonmyun ended up tucked under his arm like a living armrest.
Of course, Kris didn’t always sit up straight which was where all the compromises came in. When Kris had smooshed his face somewhere between Joonmyun’s shoulder and collar bone, Joonmyun had maybe allowed himself a minute or two of self-satisfied smiling. He was the one with the arm around Kris’s shoulder, and Kris was half crushing him into the armrest, but it was still great. He had no complaints, especially when he got to throw his legs over Kris’s lap. It was the contact he needed most and Kris was a teddy bear who perpetually smelled comforting and his hair was soft to rub his cheek against, too. He felt safe like that,
And then there was the other configuration that maybe he liked even more, which was when they tried to nap, and Joonmyun shimmied back against the plush couch and Kris backed up against him. It kept him from falling, for one thing, and it kept him warm for another, snuffling against the back of Kris’s neck and getting an arm over his ribs. (Though haha to anyone who ever found them like that and asked where Joonmyun had went. He kicked them all under the table later.)
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Prompt: kris/sehun. kris comes home from a modeling shoot. he was unsuccessful with taking all of his makeup off and sehun always did have a thing for men and eyeliner. Smut
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Sehun had Kris’s slippers waiting for him at the door, and he felt like that was a pretty good use of his precious time. Okay, so many he made tea, too, twice, because he kept drinking it himself as he poured over his college textbook and thought certain thoughts about how nice it’d look drowning in a vat of tea.
But before he committed a sin against printed words, he heard a key in the lock. He tried not to look to eager - hey a distraction, yay a boyfriend - when he edged toward the door with the tea in his hand.
Kris made a sound of greed when he saw the cup, taking it and sipping at it before paying Sehun any mind. Obvious what Kris was after. So he pouted, and he got himself a kiss anyway.
“Hey,” Kris said, smoldering at him.
“Hey?” he almost squeaked. “You still have makeup on.”
“Yeah, I think they had battery acid instead of eye cream, and I forgot I ran out,” Kris said, shoving his backpack with his precious makeup kit off to the side of the hall. “So I figured I’d come home and finish.”
“Yeah… Yeah. I mean. But the shoot went good?”
“Yeah, really good. I think they might be calling me back again. I’ll come sit with you as soon as I wash my face.”
But Sehun stopped him, a hand on Kris’s arm keeping him from passing. “It can wait.”
“Leaving your makeup on makes your skin- Oh.”
Yes, oh. It wasn’t often Kris came home all made up, and the dark lines, the faint shimmer that emphasized Kris’s eyes. He was pretty weak to Kris’s eyes at the best of times.
It was a trail of clothes they left behind, Sehun shushing any attempts by Kris to make excuses that he was sweaty, when they were going to be even more sweaty soon enough.
“I won’t breathe through my nose,” he said, totally serious, right until Kris bit his shoulder and made him laugh. But Kris pressed over him on the bed, the softest press of his tongue as his arms went around Kris’s neck. Logic said he should draw it out, but his body wasn’t into that. If Kris had slid down and batted his eyelashes at him while sucking on him, it wasn’t like he was going to last any longer. The way it was, Sehun’s moans backing up in his throat as Kris slid into him, they both got to enjoy Sehun’s admiration.
He watched Kris’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, and shuddered, remembering the first time they’d been in just that position. They’d barely known each other, maybe a little tipsy. Somehow he’d talked Kris into staying. And that meant he got to stare as he destroyed Kris’s hairstyle, kissing him to distraction, moaning when he felt fingers cup him and begin to stroke.
His vision maybe swam, but his eyes were on Kris’s face when he came. But he was pretty sure they were both satisfied. He even let Kris out of bed to finally wash his face. Maybe Kris could come home like that every one in a while. He wouldn’t complain.
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Pairings: Chen/Kai, Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Chanyeol/Kris/Tao, Kris/Tao, Kris/Chen, Kris/Xiumin, Kris/Baekhyun, Kris/Lay/Baekhyun, Kris/Lu Han/Lay, Kris/Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Tao/Sehun, Sehun/BoA, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Lay, Chen/D.O., Lu Han/Xiumin, Kris/Suho, Kris/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 29 request prompts
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Prompt: Chen bouncing around Kai all smiley and excited and Kai indulging him fondly.
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Jongdae's energy could be catching. It was less so, when Jongin was tired and he had Jongdae's finger in his cheek and cooing at his tired eyes. But he still enjoyed Jongdae's warmth against his side, and his laugh even then. But other times, Jongdae was quick to joke, one of the two Jong-somethings, and he could almost see the looks they got from some of the others (Kris. Kyungsoo. Joonmyun.).
Even when he was awake he wasn't always happy, so Jongdae's chirping really lifted his spirits, took his mind off of little aches in his back and legs. Could they go get chicken? Did he want to bike? They should play a game later. This is a pretty arm, should we work out together more? Jongin blinked at some of the questions, smile spreading at some of the others. And when Jongdae squawked when Jongin hauled him closer with an arm around his neck, Jongin just grinned.
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Prompt: did you watch exo on yoo in na's radio? can I request a little sukai inspired by it? *___* "communication is key" - kai notices that suho often looks at him as if he wants to say something but never does. kai tries to make him say it but suho thinks some things are better left unsaid, e.g. his crush
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If Joonmyun stubbed his toe, everyone heard about it. His poor toe, of course. For as long as it hurt. He had a way of being like that, sharing his discontent, when it was about himself and that was good. Some people kept stuff in too much. When it was about the group, Joonmyun's shoulders seemed to broaden a bit, taking on the role of Suho their nervous leader who told terrible jokes. Of course, he still cheerfully threw people under the bus at times, but he was the one protecting, them even from themselves.
So it was weird for Jongin to look up at Joonmyun and see his brows furrowed every so slightly, as though thoughts were forming that Joonmyun was thinking really hard about. If Joonmyun saw him looking, he smiled, or looked away, or pretended he'd been looking at something else. Sometimes Joonmyun grasped Jongin's arm, smiling up at him, mouth parted on an inhale for just a beat too long before squeezing his arm and moving to do something else.
He didn't see because he was some kind of genius and perceptive, he saw because he hoped it was proof of what he wanted. So sometimes he asked what Joonmyun was thinking, what he wanted, if there was anything he had to say to him. He got pats on the shoulder, Joonmyun's eyes going a bit worried, and Jongin knew.
He jostled Joonmyun, at first getting a protest and then a startled gasp as Jongin pulled him closer, so close that Jongin's intent was clear. Joonmyun's eyes closed, face suspended a breath of away from Jongin's. And Jongin waited, until Joonmyun realized that Jongin wasn't going to kiss him. Then his eyes went wide, fingers tightening in Jongin's sweater.
"What..."
"Is there something you want to talk to me about? I'm not going to... Unless you..."
The sound that Joonmyun made was pained. Maybe up until then he'd thought that Jongin had just imagined he was holding back sports scores or trying not to ask him to go fetch him a drink or something. But he had to understand that Jongin knew, and knew more clearly because Joonmyun hadn't pushed away. He didn't push away, and that told Jongin more than a novel full of words could have.
"Some things are best not said," Joonmyun said, still holding Jongin's sweater and almost imploring him.
"Are you afraid of rejection or acceptance?" Jongin asked, watching Joonmyun's lower lip begin to stick out. "I think if it was out the open-"
"Talking doesn't take away the dangers or possibility of someone getting hurt, or-"
"You don't have to protect me from you," Jongin said. And that was his whole point. Talking got rid of the misconceptions.
Joonmyun's lips were so soft against his, and he pressed into the kiss, feeling Joonmyun stiffen. They'd started to talk. It was progress.
"I like you," Joonmyun said later, eyes closed, forehead against Jongin's.
He gripped Joonmyun's hands just a little bit tighter. "I know."
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Prompt: That QMi vampire with blood bonds AU you wrote and that I love... Can you write a shorter SuKai version?
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They were friends. There were benefits to being friends. When Jongin walked outside in the sun, humans stared at him, or avoided looking at him entirely. There were web cafes for humans whose goal in life seemed to be to have an encounter with a vampire, but most people of Jongin’s limited circle would have sooner considered getting voluntary paper cuts. Even those humans he generously called friends. Joonmyun was different, serious, thick-rimmed dark glasses and hair that was just too long, when the library closed, he ended up in Jongin’s living room. He was in his last year of law school, and Jongin didn’t mind. Everyone else was partying or asleep, and Joonmyun’s roommate had threatened to smash all the lightbulbs if Joonmyun stayed up all night one more time in the tiny apartment.
He made no sound the first time Jongin had backed him against the couch and kissed him, his fingers curling over the collar of Jongin’s t-shirt. He’d been so sleepy and studious that Jongin had been unable to resist. And he’d had his own surprise to see Joonmyun’s pink lips, that small, perfect mouth, open around him. And a few days later, again. Not every time Joonmyun came over, but the more they grew comfortable, Joonmyun coming against his shirt, soft noises as Jongin sucked at his neck. He’d pulled Joonmyun into his bed after Joonmyun had unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes on Jongin’s. Joonmyun had been spread out for him moaning for him, the cloth of his jeans harsh against Jongin’s hips.
And the next with nothing on at all, Joonmyun’s mouth open, eyes tight, as Jongin pressed into him.
They talked of the cloth Jongin wore to protect his skin from the sun, and Joonmyun watched him warm animal blood to sate his hunger. As he took, he watched sweat bead on Joonmyun’s brow, hid body hot and hard in Jongin’s hand, and knew that Joonmyun did not fall in his bed because he forgot Jongin was a vampire, and not because of it either. Because he was a man and because he wanted.
“Come for me,” Jongin cajoled.
Joonmyun did, and Joonmyun kissed him when he came as well, stroking his hair and peering at him with nearsighted eyes and a smile. Jongin had never found a human he had considered forming a bond with. Until then.
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Prompt: Suka - wolf AU, having to wait to bond
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He was to wait seven years for the bond. In a way, he was lucky. He knew people who had met as children, growing together always knowing there was something they were waiting for. But most people he knew had to wait a year or two at most, some only a few months. The first full moon on their eighteenth year the first moon when the bond could be completed. Linking two people for the rest of their lives.
But for him, the wait was just another thing weighing on him. Finishing high school, hiding what he was, what they all were. Wolves, and there was no finer point to put on it. When the moon stretched full, they ran with it.
Kris had his own set of stresses, trying to keep the pack together. Not only training the younger ones to hide themselves and getting them to study, but listening to their worries, and keeping fragile feelings together in their unit as a family.
“You look wrecked,” Kris told him when Joonmyun came into his bedroom, and there was no softness to cushion the blow of the words. “Is it Jongin or are you getting slammed with homework?”
He almost whimpered, stretching out on the bed beside Kris.
“My own. Sehun’s. Zitao’s. Jongdae just likes advice, I don’t think he actually needs help.”
“Is it keeping you distracted at least?”
Distracted. Jongin looked up at him from across the dining hall and he was distracted. Jongin breathed and he was distracted. They had no classes together, or Joonmyun would have crawled out of his skin. He was waiting. He’d been waiting so long. It wasn’t even a sexual thing - though there were components of that. He wanted to roll Jongin on the ground and breathe into his neck and kiss his face and listen to the beats of his heart. And he was cut off from that, nearly all of it, from the day they had looked at each other and known.
Except on full moon nights, when he rested his neck over Jongin’s and stood there, nearly shaking as Jongin whined.
It was not just tradition. The bond would not hold earlier, and too much contact, too many surges in feelings made things unbearable. They’d thrown caution to the wind a few times, just holding hands as they talked. The two days he’d spent in bed afterward, feeling as though he was dying because he could not go to Jongin… They never kept him from trying again.
Kris’s bedside manner was less than stellar when he was reacting with disgust to Joonmyun’s blatant disregard for his and Jongin’s wellbeing. He was supposed to be the wise one, the protective one. Most of their contact was over the internet, or by text. Emails and words. Even the sound of Jongin’s voice had his heart clutching.
“Having the others around, having me help them, distracts me,” Joonmyun agreed, and wiggled until he could rest against Kris’s side. Just being near Kris, feeling his power as the alpha, made some of the tension drop from him.
The date of their bonding was marked on his calendar, and it was years to go. Past his own graduation.
“Would you rather transfer schools, to make it easier?”
Joonmyun contemplated that, moving his head into Kris’s stroking hand.
“No. Even if I can’t talk to him, and I can’t see- At least I know he’s near. I can help him if I need to. Being close is painful, but being far away is painful, too.”
Kris did not know, as he had not found his mate, his other. But even so, he protected Joonmyun, and Jongin, and their pack. He knew.
He clasped his hands together, imagining one of them was Jongin’s, and he waited.
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Prompt: Female SuKai, please? ^^ Suho touches Kai's long hair and runs her fingers through it every chance she gets. (Kai doesn't like it.) She cuts off her hair. (Reason is up to you.) It makes Suho sad but she's surprised when Kai lets her play with the short strands.
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There was something about the sensation, like Kai’s scalp was too sensitive to put up with much. She’d felt it when her mother had brushed her hair when she was a kid, and she felt it when Suho inevitably reached to touch. It was soft, Suho said, and shiny, like she was some kind of kitten who couldn’t hold in her impulses. Sometimes Kai put up with it, and sometimes she pulled away when it got too much. It was those times she thought she should say something. Suho didn’t know, except those times when Kai just couldn’t stand it any more. Those times, Suho stopped, opting to cuddle her instead.
The thing was, Kai wanted to like it, liked that Suho wanted to be closer to her. And Suho tried, less and less, the more Kai pulled away.
Until one day she stared at herself in the mirror, and walked out the door to make an appointment. If it was the tug, that feeling, that made her uncomfortable, maybe if there was less drag, it would help. She’d never been married to the idea of long hair, had no reason to keep it and not try. So she watched coils of hair fall, watching it get closer and closer to her ears until it was short and cute and fashionable.
And when Suho saw, her eyes went wide. “Oh. You cut your hair!”
Kai reached up for it, still startled by how far she had to go. “Yeah. Do you…like it?”
“It was really pretty before, but this suits you,” Suho said, and her smile was so genuine. “I wish I had the guts to try something like that.”
“You want to touch?” when they were settled on the couch.
Suho’s eyebrows rose. “Can I?”
Kai leaned into her fingers, feeling the love in that touch, the happiness it brought Suho. It wasn’t perfect. Maybe she needed another inch or two off, but it was better. And it made her content to stay near.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun and Suho
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“I think your eyes are worse than mine,” Kyuhyun said, squinting as he peered through Joonmyun’s glasses.
Since Joonmyun had Kyuhyun’s glasses on, squinting as though he was trying to peer through a bowl of soup, he thought he was right on that.
He just barely evaded the fist that Joonmyun aimed at his knee, laughing as they traded eyewear back.
They were both hip-deep in blankets, with laptops and books scattered around them.
“The glasses twins,” Joonmyun joked.
“Since you were born later, you should make me food,” Kyuhyun said, kicking out at him.
Sometimes the benefits of age were a nice thing, but when he said stuff like that and got pouts and aegyo, he wasn’t prepared for that. It didn’t work on him when someone was trying to nudge him into something, so why should it work when someone-
He protected himself by blocking Joonmyun’s face with a pillow in his line of sight. “Food!”
Joonmyun hadn’t stopped pouting but he’d clearly given in when he pushed the pillow down.
“What do you want?”
“Duck. And five kinds of-“
“I’ll make ramen,” Joonmyun said. “And you can pretend it’s duck. How about that?”
That would have been his exact response. And Joonmyun knew it too, when he grinned back.
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Prompt: Taorisyeol with Krisyeol dp'ing Tao /blushes and runs away. smut
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It hadn’t been what been what Kris was expecting at all. Tao had been so insistent.
“I’ve been practicing,” Tao said, in the same tone he used to say, “I want you to suck me off.”
Practicing meant mental images in his head. He’d fucked Tao and Chanyeol, they’d fucked him and each other, blowing whoever was free or being fucked. Tao had a special liking of that.
But Kris’s breath held when he realized that Chanyeol’s cock was rubbing against his and they were both in Tao. Tao’s expression was pleased, focused, earrings flashing as he threw his head back onto Chanyeol’s shoulder. And Kris hadn’t been prepared for that, Tao’s face of rapture, his bared throat, and beside it, Chanyeol’s broken expression, eyes closed and mouth parted. Maybe to keep from coming, maybe sorting out the sensations.
Tao’s throat worked as he lifted himself, letting Chanyeol deeper. All Kris had to do was stay still, let Tao do what felt best, let him tell Chanyeol what to do. Both Chanyeol’s arms were around Tao’s chest, anchoring them both as Kris was left adrift. But not. He was part of that, that wet, and warm, and movement. And Tao’s eyes were bright as he met Kris’s eyes, running a hand down Kris’s stomach and directing him to look and see how hard Tao was, how his cock moved with every bump of their hips. That was his doing, his and Chanyeol’s.
So he reached out and took, his hand still slick from before, and watched Tao’s moan. Chanyeol was frantic against him, rubbing and groaning into Tao’s shoulder.
“I want to come,” Tao gasped, arching.
Chanyeol looked up at Kris, pleading with him, face flushed and close, so close. The smell of them, the sight of them, the feel of them- Kris came before him by only heartbeats.
And they watched together as Tao’s come fell on Kris’s stomach.
And Tao laughed in triumph.
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Prompt: TaoRis innocent couch cuddles turn into cute make-out session. (Non-au please~)
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Tao was a consummate wiggler, even when watching a movie, whether it was something dull or interesting to him. Even when he was staring slack jawed at the screen in amazement, Kris was forced to grab onto him and hold him, or else Tao would end up on the floor like he was three again. Maybe that would’ve made it easier for Kris, because there would be no more wiggling, but it did maintain at least the illusion that they were watching together. It was a moment he savored, when there was no one else to interrupt.
And Tao settled, when Kris was touching him, like Kris’s arm over his shoulder or anchoring his thigh kept him from wanting, needing to move. Maybe it put his focus on Kris’s touch instead. But Tao leaned his head back to laugh, grinning at Kris from far too close. And while Kris was frozen, Tao’s smile faded, licking his lips as his eyes focused down.
And yet still Kris inhaled as Tao kissed him, his neck bending at a weird angle to make it work.
“Okay,” Tao breathed against him and Kris followed Tao’s pulling hands, so they were face to face, stroking necks and sides, trading kisses and hitches of laughter.
The movie was long forgotten.
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Prompt: Prompt: Krischen. And since I'm watching Alice, let's make it Cheshire!Jongdae ^__^
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The way to go split into so many paths, some tiny barely big enough for a mouse, one large enough for a cart, others barely trails through the brush. From one, to many, and Kris did not know which to take.
A hand flew to his throat, a fluff tail first lashing against it and then curling, and then pulling from his hand entirely. He backed into a tree, staring up, around, to see where the tail could have come from. He finally leaned far enough to see a pair of shoes, red leather and tied in brown, and he moved around the tree to see a man leaning against the tree.
A man who clearly did not possess a tail. Kris shook his head.
“Do you know-“
“Do I know the way?” the man interrupted him, voice drawing Kris in as much as his curling grin was. “I know many ways. I know what touched you, too.”
Kris touched his throat again, and when he looked up, the man was gone. And he startled, at a touch on his elbow, the grin still in place.
“Can you help me?”
Kris wondered why the smile went a bit sharper.
“So many paths. So many paths. Big enough for an ox, big enough for a mouse. But you are neither of those. Why isn’t there one that is you-sized?”
Fingers trailed down his arm, the phantom touch of a tail, a laugh, and Kris was alone. Not even going around the tree revealed the man again.
But he considered the man’s words, and he realized there was a path, just wide enough for him.
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Prompt: continuation of alice!au with mad hatter tao
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“Do you like tea?”
The table could not have been called beautiful. There were flowers around like a garden party, clutches of them sitting like utensils by plates and on chairs, some of them growing out of the chairs including one that looked particularly wicked with rose thorns twisting over the whole of it.
“Do you have a hat,” the man asked him, voice sinuous and coiling around him, both different from the bold cat and very alike. He wore a hat, and held a dozen others, holding them out like chocolate. “I am a hatter and we should have tea.”
Kris took one, something blue and boxy, and the others were tossed into the air. He ducked, only they never came back down. And he only looked up in time to see this Hatter vault onto the table and stalk down it, making the teacups rattle.
“Sit anywhere. Only not there. The thorns snag, I think. If only it was on the back, it would teach you not to slouch!”
Kris scowled, and he sat, a three-legged stool in front of a green glass plate and red posies. He took a cup from beside him, covered in blue triangles that made it look like it had been broken and glued, and he blew in it. Dust.
“Don’t do that. It tastes better with it.
The teapot was twice as big as his head, and the Hatter was nearly in his lap as he poured, nearly a purr on his lips as he lifted the cup to Kris. It glistened pale amber, and there was a riddle there in the Hatter’s smirk that he did not yet understand.
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Prompt: xiuris! minseok secretly likes tall guys, while kris feels slightly self-conscious for being so much taller
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Minseok had dated a variety of guys, different body types, different shoe sizes, food preferences, and height numbers. But he had a thing. Everyone was allowed a thing, he thought. And his just happened to be guys that were tall. Some guys, dating someone taller than them was an insecurity. Maybe it made them feel less of a man, or not in control. But Minseok had as yet thought of something that he didn't like about it. He liked the angle of nuzzling up against someone for a kiss. He liked being at the perfect height to rub his hips up against someone. He liked the pride of walking down the street with some good looking guy beside him.
And in bed, that height didn't matter anyway, unless they were trying some position in which the relative length of Minseok's thighs mattered. The only inches he was interested in then were somewhere else entirely.
But Minseok noticed when Kris began leaning on things, his feet kicked out. Or if they were on a sidewalk, he'd lean in, or slope his shoulders. Having Kris closer wasn't an issue. But before they'd begun dating, back when they'd just been friends, he'd watched Kris's squared shoulders, the sprawl of his legs and the length of his torso. He'd fallen for Kris, not his height, but he worried.
"Do you wish I was taller?" Minseok asked, and watched Kris's eyes go wide.
"What? No!"
Minseok tilted his head. "Then do you wish you were shorter? You walk fine most of the time, and then you start shrinking when you get near me. You don't have to worry about showing me up. I like how tall you are."
Kris just gaped at him, his laugh an embarrassed sound. "I guess I've always worried about standing out. Making others stand out."
"I like the way you do," Minseok said, tugging on Kris's shirt. And Minseok reveled in the kiss.
But Kris watched him after that, watched as Minseok admired him, and Kris ever so subtle straightened his shoulders and put on some incredibly hot, haughty expression. And when Kris took his hand, he thought they were both pleased.
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Prompt: Baekhyun looking at kris ~differently~ after that day shopping in the streets of hong kong.
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Baekhyun watched Kris answering questions, eyes focused, becoming almost falsely sincere. It was an expression Baekhyun almost couldn’t take seriously, until Kris laughed. And for a moment, Baekhyun was grateful that expression wasn’t pointed at him. The press of Kris’s lips together, mock hesitation, exasperation, never too much, teasing never going too far. Arms around shoulders, pointing, teaching, presenting things with fingers that were nowhere near delicate. He’d seen those wrists and fingers decorated, but they were stark there, unadorned, nothing to distract. And when Kris had been beside him, perfectly in control, Baekhyun had felt himself a bit dazed.
It wasn’t as though Baekhyun had never seen him as a leader, because he’d lined up and waited for instruction in places they were similarly out of their depth. It wasn’t his command that Baekhyun had been caught on. There hadn’t been anything new that day that he didn’t see every day, when Tao or Sehun made eyes at Kris and Kris gave up his time for them. He didn’t know what it had been about that day, handing Kris a drink. Maybe because it was somehow everything at once.
But when Kris looked at him, Baekhyun’s expression somehow froze. It was not something he meant to share, because-
Kris’s arm settled around Baekhyun’s shoulders, and he let out the breath he’d been holding. It seemed he’d realized something he’d known all along.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Kris - Kris has a thing for Baekhyun's mouth~ :3 (is this okay?)
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Kris wondered how he was supposed to survive it. First, there were the kisses. The demure lowering of Baekhyun’s eyes showed nothing of the way he kissed, drawing laughs out of Kris almost as often as he drew moans, Baekyun’s lips trembling with mirth all the while. The kisses he placed to Kris’s skin were not delicate, not teases. There was the barest scrape of teeth over his collarbones, a delicious change in pressure. The dart of Baekhyun’s tongue against his breastbone - teasing but not giving in. His lips parted as he breathed against Kris’s stomach, and Kris tried to breathe at the zigzag of kisses, the trail of wet that seemed to nowhere, everywhere, Kris wanted it.
And it was an inhale he could not control when Baekhyun took his hand, slid two of Kris’s fingers into his mouth without any preamble. Baekhyun’s lips closed around them, sealed around them, and petal soft, dragged against them as Baekhyun drew his fingers out again. And his eyes were almost falsely innocent, promising. And Kris did not know which was worse, Baekhyun’s fingertips flirting at the waistband of his underwear, or Baekhyun kissing just beneath it - kisses he could see but not feel, when he felt as though he would burn right through the cloth.
But Baekhyun did not tease in vain. When Baekhyun slipped him into his mouth, Kris moaned for him.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing/Kris
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Sleeping between two guys was almost too much to handle, the combined heat of two bodies on either side, and the blanket over them. He slept for a while, waking and feeling refreshed, but almost sticky with heat. Kris wasn't helping, draped over Yixing's side like Yixing was a living body pillow. Though Yixing had almost gotten his revenge for that, because Baekhyun had kicked Kris's leg in his sleep, causing Kris to jerk and rearrange himself. Baekhyun was breathing toward Yixing's chest, after Yixing had shoved him down out of his neck. He seemed to be comfortable, though, since he hadn't moved or made a sound. Somehow he thought the nap was going to never end, feeling a bit parched by the time Kris started mumbling nonsense, and Baekhyun's fingers petted his stomach.
"Water, please," he murmured, and wondered which of them would be the one to get it for him.
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Kris got him water, a fact that made him smile and muffle Baekhyun's laughter in his pillow. He just kept Baekhyun from asking too, being able to imagine Kris's expression when he was sent back. Instead, he shared his water with Baekhyun until he finally made it up and started feeling like a human being again.
"What do you want for dinner?" Yixing asked, his head on Kris's shoulder and trying to get control of his limbs again.
Baekhyun and Kris both were pretty competent but if left to their own devices, they'd be ordering takeout six nights a week. He knew it from past experiences, when he'd faced guilty eyes after being away for a week.
"Beef," Baekhyun said, tugging off his sticky shirt.
Kris and Yixing both made sounds to the negative. Kris, because it was expensive, and Yixing because he knew they didn't have any. He never had to vacuum, which meant that he, and whoever he opted to take as a bag carrier, did the shopping. The vacuum hurt his ears and the dust smelled nasty, was his excuse.
“Dumplings?" Yixing asked, propelled up by Kris's hand in his lower back.
Baekhyun nearly took off his head hugging him.
He grimaced because Baekhyun's back was sweaty. Showers, then. And then food. And seeing just who was going to help him.
And who he was going to guilt into doing the dishes.
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Prompt: krislaybaek / going out clubbing (hehehe :3)
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It was not hard to spot Kris on the dance floor. He was their beacon, and genial about being called so, one large hand waving Baekhyun over after he’d rid himself of their assorted glasses. Yixing was beside him, for a moment lost in his own world, to the music. Baekhyun gripped his hips, and Yixing’s smile was quick, rolling into his body in a way that Baekhyun envied. And it was the two of them, his arms over Yixing’s shoulders, letting Yixing move him in ways he didn’t know how to himself.
They’d forgotten Kris. As a hand brushed his back, he realized that. But Kris watched, eyes moving between them. They weren’t there to put on a show, but apparently they were anyway. Yixing smiled, reaching for Kris’s hand and pulling him in, pulling him until he was against them, and Baekhyun’s arm went around him. And they protested, as Yixing pulled away, until he turned and sent a look over his shoulder that had Baekhyun’s stomach going tight. And Yixing backed up against them, bottom lip caught between his teeth. And Kris’s hand on Baekhyun’s side went tight, both of them thinking the exact same thing, a surprised smile on Kris’s face.
All he saw was the shine on Kris’s lips and the glitter streaked down Yixing’s neck, and in a place full of people, they were the only ones that mattered.
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Prompt: krishan fighting over yixing
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There was one way to get Lu Han to look as though he was going to snap, and that was infringing on his time with Yixing. His eyes rose up over the top of Yixing’s head like a crocodile out of a river, staring as Kris came into the room. Kris retreated, because some things were sacred - but not always.
Like at dinner, when they looked up as Yixing asked for help, standing there and staring between them as though weighing who would give in first. Lu Han opened the jars Yixing couldn’t quite get out of pride, slapping away Kris’s hands. They both put food on Yixing’s plate, at least until he started shoving food onto theirs. Not everything was a competition for Yixing’s attention, though, almost. When things were good, they were very good, and when things got bad, Yixing thumped them on the head.
They fought for prime real estate during cuddles, the dip of Yixing’s side, curling around his biceps, whose shoulder he was going to rest on.
And there was compromise, because Yixing wanted them both close and didn’t appreciate being in the middle of a shoving match. It was how they were. It was how they did it. Kris rested his hand over Lu Han’s, on Yixing’s side, and his cheek against the top of Yixing’s head, and still felt like he won.
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Prompt: Vampires Baekhyun (he's got really pointy canines!) and Kris stumble upon- adorable, all too human, but not as oblivious as one would think- Chanyeol and think he'd be delicious...?
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“It’s him,” Baekhyun murmured, his elbow sliding against Kris’s back. They’d been observing - hunting - in the same general location for several weeks. When Baekhyun spoke of the man who’d caught his eye, Kris had seen him, too. They generally got to choose based on preference, not always as often as they liked but not so they ever went hungry. The problem was, the humans they usually drank from were in the know. They didn’t follow people into dark alleyways and have their way. Sure, the fewer who knew the better, because society at large wasn’t too keen on them. But as long as they weren’t killing or turning, the police at least ignored them.
Baekhyun approached the man first, giving Kris a glare when he implied that Baekhyun blended in easier. He was with a friend that night, which made him easier to trail, as well as giving him a name: Chanyeol.
“He has a deep voice,” Baekhyun said, when Kris pinned him down on the bed.
“Would he moan when he’s bitten?”
“I wonder how he tastes. He must taste so good,” Baekhyun said as Kris growled. “That strong neck. A side for both of us.”
Sometimes imagining it was more than the reality ever could be.
Until one day, when Chanyeol turned to face them, on the sidewalk as people streamed by, and Baekhyun nearly took a step back into Kris as Chanyeol approached.
“Are you following me? My friend noticed you, and I thought he was paranoid, but… I keep seeing you.”
“Nothing like what you think,” Baekhyun assured him. Most humans never realized they were being used as imaginary prey, fantasy fodder.
But Chanyeol was watching his mouth, glancing at Kris.
“Then there are vampires around here,” he said, his voice quiet, just for the three of them. “Don’t you usually ask…?”
“Alway,” Kris said, startling both of them by the emphasis of his word. “But sometimes it is better to imagine than try.”
“Trying would be better than trailing behind me,” Chanyeol said wryly. “The worst I could say is no.”
Kris’s hand curled around his side at that opening, that near-invitation. From him, they would want as much as he would give.
(“Don’t worry,” Baekhyun said, watching as both of Kris’s arms wrapped around Chanyeol from behind, to steady him, to lend support. They would not bite at the same time, to give him a chance to experience it. And Chanyeol grinned, as though he couldn’t possibly worry, even if his eyes told a different tale. Still, Baekhyun leaned in, nuzzled against Chanyeol’s neck for a moment. His fingers tangled with Kris’s, and his teeth slid home. And Chanyeol’s moan rumbled through all three of them.)
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Prompt: Super fluffy lazy Tao/Sehun cuddles in bed on a rainy day, like, being so painfully in love that they can't take their eyes (and hands) off each other
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The world outside of their bed was wet and cool, the sound of rain plinking on the metal outside of the window. Not so in their bed, the covers a warm and fuzzy corduroy pulled almost to their ears. There were no chance of toes peeking out, because Tao’s leg was curled over Sehun’s, nestled up close, nearly chest to chest. His finger traced down Tao’s cheek as they kissed, parting with almost a sigh as Tao’s hand slid from his side, up his back. He watched the smile flirt on Tao’s lips as his fingers pushed back Sehun’s hair, parting it and baring Sehun’s forehead.
His thumb moved down the curve of Tao’s ear, the piercings there, kissing Tao’s fingers as they passed his mouth, the ring on his index finger, the soft inside of his wrist. Tao’s eyes were on his as fingers traced skin, softness of hair, curves of muscles. He couldn’t look away, even as Tao’s hand spread against his chest, and Sehun’s fingers curled in the chain of the pendant around Tao’s neck.
“Sehun,” Tao said, the first word spoken in many minutes.
They held each other, eyes a caress. And he spoke Tao’s name into his arm, as Tao drew him closer. The rain fell unnoticed.
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Prompt: taohun black satin/cross dressing au? ;~; Maybe with sehun as the star and tao being the body guard/bouncer who gets jealous after pulling multiple guys off of sehun..??
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“Can you teach me how to do that?” Sehun asked, trying to be good, trying really so hard to be.
“Not if you don’t sit still,” Minseok warned, attempting to draw a straight line on Sehun’s eyelids.
“What, does he need to write you a manual?” Baekhyun asked from behind him, and Sehun tried to swipe as Minseok scolded.
“I will have Lu Han sit on you next time. And I’ll call Joonmyun in from the office and he will lecture you and you will make no tips. Sit still, or go out with only half your face painted.”
Sehun sighed, but did as he was told because he knew Minseok. If he tried his patience, there was no telling what would get drawn on his face.
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Sehun liked the customers, mostly. Satin had a pretty strict policy, and anyone who misbehaved got booted and many times banned. He couldn’t chat so easily like Baekhyun or Minseok, and he didn’t have the same kind of charm as Lu Han. With his regulars, Sehun was more free, but with new men who came in, waving him over to sit with them, have a drink and talk, he was more reserved. Some men liked it. Others, thanked him politely and let him go after a while.
He wore one of his favorite wigs, a dark brown that waved over his shoulders. And he had shoulders, ones they tried to soften, trying to take his angular frame and making it fit the clothes. Joonmyun had stared him up and down and declared him good after dragging him into the closet with Baekhyun and Lu Han. No two women were alike, and no two men dressed up were either. They had their own styles. Though at least, since he’d started shaving his legs he didn’t find the stockings to be such a trial any more, and Lu Han didn’t send him narrowed eyes while tapping a razor on his palm either. They looked out for him, which was good, because he hadn’t had a clue when he started.
But just because he had ribbons in his hair and sweet little skirts, didn’t make him open to being touched. Some regulars, they’d give a squeeze of the hand, a comforting gesture, but touching in general was frowned upon - both for the employee’s safety and to keep expectations from forming.
“This isn’t the subway, and if you think you can get away with that there, you’re sick,” Sehun said, grabbing a man’s wrist just after he’d gotten his thigh groped as he was passing by.
“You have it out there on display,” the man said, as though that mattered, as though that gave him the right.
“But I didn’t give you permission.”
Sehun didn’t have to wave anyone over, because both Kyungsoo had edged out from behind the bar, and Tao had come over from his place at the door. Both looked imposing, dressed in severe black, in contrast to the colorful clothes of the employees on the floor.
“He seems to think me wearing a skirt and walking by him made touching okay,” Sehun said, not daring to meet Tao’s angry eyes.
“I think you’ve mistaken what kind of a place this is. We’re going to have to ask you to leave,” Kyungsoo said, his voice all severe.
Sehun made impressed eyebrows at Baekhyun behind Kyungsoo’s back.
“What, am I not good enough? What’s the secret handshake? I know you have to have rooms in the back. I have money, if he wasn’t too good to get on his knees.”
Sehun’s lip curled as Tao, in his capacity as their guard, guided the man out, never to return.
“Take a moment in the back,” Kyungsoo said, brushing his elbow with a hand.
Sehun nodded and retreated, glad for that momentary break. He was just glad Joonmyun was not there that night, since Joonmyun took every infraction by the guests personally, apologizing to Sehun and the others as though he’d asked for that kind of behavior. It left him free to sip some water, smudge on a bit of lip gloss, and admire his cheekbones in the mirror for a moment. Whatever Minseok did…
“Are you okay?”
Sehun jumped, staring up at Tao. He looked stormy, eyeing Sehun up and down, and Sehun had no idea why.
“Yeah? Yeah. I was just about to go back out. Why are you back here?”
“I told Kyungsoo I needed the bathroom, and was going to check on you, so he’s covering. This is the third guy this week.”
“He groped me, not tackled me. And I’m not doing anything to invite it!”
“I didn’t say you were,” Tao shot back, stalking off and leaving Sehun confused.
“You’re not going to get anyone wanting to talk to you if you keep glowering like that,” Kyungsoo told him as he frowned across the bar. “What’s up?”
“Tao. He’s-“
“Worried about you. Concerned for you. Angry at the rule breakers. Jealous. Wishing you could see why he’s angry for you, and less for the others.”
Sehun’s frown did not get lighter as Kyungsoo rattled things off.
“Are those…options?”
Kyungsoo just smiled at him, and handed him his favorite drink of the moment, a sweet apple alcohol-less concoction.
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When Sehun had washed his face, changing back into his street clothes, he waited until it was his turn to go home. No one left alone, and it had become habit to drive with Tao after Tao had take the others to their chosen subway stops or to their cars.
“What was up with you tonight?” Sehun asked, after held belted himself in the car.
“They shouldn’t touch you, or talk down to you like that,” Tao said, his grip on the wheel hard and they weren’t even moving.
It made sense. Tao was there for their safety. “But you don’t get angry if I’m just talking to them?”
The look Tao sent him was amused. “That’s your job. If I got mad every time someone talked to you, I’d be mad a lot. I can’t be okay with the touching.”
“I’m not okay with it either, jerk,” Sehun said, drilling his finger into Tao’s side. “I think Joonmyun and Kyungsoo would frown if you started following me around and glaring at people with a “Do Not Touch My Boyfriend” sign.”
“I know,” Tao said, his voice very small, but there was a smile on his face as he looked at Sehun. “Maybe…”
Oh no, Sehun saw right through that. “You got to pick where we ate last time.”
“I’m driving!”
Sehun gestured. “Then get out, and I’ll drive.”
Unsurprisingly, Tao opted to drive them where Sehun wanted to go. And he liked it, too.
And when Sehun finally thought to say, “I like when you’re there looking out for me, even if I don’t need it,” he got another smile.
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Prompt: Pairing: Sehun x BoA. Prompt: Late dance rehearsal of 'Only One' leads to steamy sex against the mirror. Note: sorry if I sent this twice or not, my computer had a glitch when sending it the first time. So this ask is just in case the first one didn't make it. Sorry in advance if this is a repeat :(
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Boa wondered how many times it had taken Sehun almost running over her during the dance before he looked at her without blushing. How many times before the song moved into him, not just the technical aspects of the dance. She said she’d see him home, seeing off the exhausted managers and dancers, because she’d wanted to go through it a couple of times with Sehun alone. It was a dance that said a lot of things, there was yearning, but in the end he walked away.
Not so in their dance. She’d watched him gulp as she stood above him, felt him shiver when her arm touched his neck. What had been kissing two days before, gasping in his lap as he mouthed at her breasts, became more. Maybe it was the third time through, just them, watching him watch her. Maybe not letting go of his hands had been invitation enough.
But his body braced hers against the cold of the mirror, his hands gripping her as she steadied herself with his neck She witched it was a double-wall mirror, so she could see what they looked like, her gripping him as he stroked hard into her. She’d been prepared, and he’d nearly went cross-eyed to see the condom. Something about that expression had made it twice as much fun to put it on him.
“Sehun.” He could feel her whimpering his name as she kissed him. She kissed him more for herself than for him, his face full of concentration as he breathed hard and enjoyed to the fullest. He could give lessons on that. Maybe on a few other things, too as he hitched her up a bit and sent heat coursing through her. She kissed his neck and felt his moans. If he just kept going, just like that, gasping against and moving with such determination. Alone in the practice room, with Sehun, him wanting her so much he-
She moaned into his shoulder as the friction of his strokes sent her over. He was so close, she could feel it, wishing she had a hand free because she was certain she would have come again when he whimpered, pushed deep, and came.
It was different than a dance workout, but sometimes it felt better.
“That was amazing,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his. “And we’ll practice more tomorrow.” When he made a sound, she realized he’d taken her meaning the wrong way. Or maybe the right way. She was up for more. As soon as he got his legs under him, he could let her down, and she’d get him a drink and maybe a few more kisses. He’d earned them.
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Prompt: fanxing - wolf au
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The forest was dark, shadows, grays and sparks of light in his eyes and fluttering leaves. Yixing ran, and he ran, branches slapping, scraping at his skin. The smells were too much. He didn’t know where he was, why he was there, a shiver in the back of his throat as his hands skidded on earth. He panted into his forearm when he remembered that he wasn’t running away, just running.
A cool nose nudged against his shoulder, and he Changed.
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Yixing woke to a hand stroking his back, and he sighed. It was home in the house, finally, the scents of many mingling into one. It was infrequent that he woke alone, a support structure to keep him from the panic that had plagued him, the gut-wrenching uncertainty as the moon cycled.
Many in the house were paired, but not all. Even still, he had woken to Minseok’s nose against the back of his neck, Kyungsoo breathing against his chest, Joonmyun cradling him into his shoulder, or Sehun twitching until the bed shook. But they had all retreated, and his bed smelled mostly of Kris. The way Kris touched him was different.
“You are stronger,” Kris said, as Yixing turned to him, stared at him.
It was not the size of the man, or wolf. He felt stronger. He wanted the moon, instead of fearing it. And there would be nothing for them, unless it was allowed, nothing more than the cuddling meant to soothe Yixing through his changes. And Yixing wondered if Kris would find his way to another’s bed, when Yixing had found his full strength. But that was not yet. Not yet.
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Prompt: minxing anything?? :(((
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The museum was bustling and not in the way that was usual. The upper corridors were empty except for staff and caterers fetching from the supply area set up for them away from the collections. It was why Yixing was moving as well, bottles of wine in both hands for the bar. His suit and tie were certainly not everyday work attire. It was a night for patrons, artists, to mingle. It was a night for the museum to rake in as much money as they could possibly could.
Joonmyun flagged him down as soon as he dropped off his precious cargo, and he skirted behind the bar to his boss, the curator of modern art.
“Yixing, I wanted to introduce you to Kim Minseok,” Joonmyun said. “This is Yixing, my right hand.”
Yixing’s eyes went wide. They had pictures, of course, and a shipment that had arrived only days before, but to have the artist himself there was something Yixing had not expected.
“He expressed interest in seeing the space where his work would be displayed,” Joonmyun said after they’d greeted each other, Yixing just barely keeping himself from stammering out how much he admired Minseok’s paintings.
Minseok wanted to see, and Joonmyun couldn’t get away.
“Oh. Of course. I can show you now if you want?”
Minseok smiled at him, and Yixing led him away. Minseok’s collection would be displayed on the museum’s main floor, in an inner room without windows. The paintings themselves were a progression, almost like a birth of earth around them, something twisted and barren, trees and cityscapes, views of the sky and something warm and almost sadly alone. They were not typical paintings, a different focal point in each, textures on the canvas, almost as though they were a photo. They could be viewed in any order, but Yixing had been almost breathless as he’d unwrapped them, taking note of the framing that was almost an extension of the pieces themselves, some almost as though they were windows.
“Joonmyun took your advice not to start at one end of a room,” Yixing said, turning up the lights and showing Minseok the freshly painted dark walls. “‘Birth’ will be here in the middle of this wall, and the other paintings will fan out from it, curving over the doorways.”
“It’s amazing,” Minseok said, and Yixing had the embarrassing thought that he could’ve joined his paintings. “I’ve had showings in galleries but this is my first big display.”
“We were excited when the paintings arrived. The pictures of them don’t do them justice.”
Minseok grinned at him, and when he asked if Joonmyun would mind if he was there as the display was set up, Yixing could only say he could ask. He did not think Joonmyun would mind. More, he hoped he wouldn’t.
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Prompt: domestic chensoo breakfast on a quiet morning
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Jongdae could barely keep himself from laughing as Kyungsoo twitched after Jongdae’s finger had rubbed above his upper lip. Coffee, lightly sweet, just the way Kyungsoo liked it, meant to tantalize him right out of the cocoon he’d wrapped himself in to sleep. But he was cuter than a caterpillar when he blinked, hair to the four winds and a shadow of stubble from overnight. He blinked at Jongdae, wrinkled his nose and sniffed. And then, he saw the prize, the glorious box of delights that Jongdae had left the apartment for, humming in the elevator all the way down to the street so he could get back before Kyungsoo woke up.
“Croissant?” Kyungsoo croaked, and Jongdae held one out in his cute little paper wrapping so that Kyungsoo could nestle it against his nose and inhale the scent of butter.
The moan was almost sinful.
But Kyungsoo pushed himself up, settling until their shoulders were even and Jongdae could hand him his to-go coffee that he never got too hot so Kyungsoo could drink it right away. And Jongdae bit into his own pain au chocolat while Kyungsoo sipped and gurgled, head falling back.
“Can you wake me up this way every morning?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Would it still be special, then?”
Kyungsoo sent him a look from the corner of his eye. “It would be to me.”
They chuckled, and bumped their paper coffee cups together.
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Prompt: xiuhan involving a creepy-touchy luhan
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Minseok would not have classified himself as the quickest to pick up on moves people made on him, but there was a difference between subtle and blatantly unsubtle. Like the smile Minseok had to paste on his face when they were sitting and talking to people, when he had to pretend that Lu Han’s finger hadn’t just squirmed into the back of his pants.
He started wearing a belt.
Or when they were out shopping, and every time Lu Han passed him by - and especially when Minseok bent over to get something - Lu Han patted him on the butt.
“People are going to see” didn’t seem to sink in.
They were sitting together on one side of a restaurant booth and Lu Han’s face was on his shoulder, and Minseok could almost feel the leer. Luckily it was pointed away from people.
He tilted his head and smacked Lu Han in the forehead.
All of the things that made his face heat up when Lu Han did them in public, he really liked in private. There was that. And he had a sneaking suspicion why that, when he pinned Lu Han down on their bed so they could have a serious talk about it, Lu Han looked so terribly pleased.
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Prompt: XiuHan - Just sweet, lingering touches (Xiumin), lovey-dovey eye contact (Lu Han), feeding each other, making the rest of the members get cavities
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If any of them had been asked “cute” was the word that would have been chosen, for diplomatic reasons. There were some wrinkled noses because cute didn’t magically eliminate the secondhand embarrassment meter.
The way that Minseok leaned in, his hand wrapping around Lu Han’s wrist as they talked, just slightly too low for anyone else to hear. Which wasn’t surprising given the commotion that occurred sometimes. No on dared tell Lu Han to take a picture because it would last longer, the way he watched Minseok as he talked. It wasn’t always when they were beside each other, and sometimes it was across the table, the van, the room.
Maybe all they had was two arms between them, one to tangle together, the other to feed, joking with lips brushing fingertips and spoons being zoomed in like airplanes. It wasn’t like they ignored everyone else, it was just that for a moment or two, when Lu Han looked up and met Minseok’s eyes, they were the only ones in the room.
Jongin wondered out loud if they did that in bed, too, Minseok stroking Lu Han’s face while Lu Han stared back lovingly.
Jongin also sported a nice bruise on his shin from Lu Han’s quick footwork.
It wasn’t like they tried to make people uncomfortable. Okay, yeah, sometimes they did notice they were getting looks to tone it down and take it to the bedroom, a fact that Minseok laughed about after.
But the consensus generally was, between the two of them, that the others were being overly sensitive and seeing things that weren’t there.
(Ten other people disagreed, but what did they know?)
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Prompt: xiuhan - arts and crafts
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“Eugh,” Lu Han said, making two of his fingers stick together with how much glue was on them.
Minseok leaned away, in case Lu Han got the bright idea that Lu Han should use his face or his clothes to wipe it on. And it wasn’t that he was trying to malign Lu Han’s reputation or anything. It was just that it had happened before, maybe not with glue but other things.
But Lu Han looked a bit fascinated with how the glue was stretching as it dried.
“You were one of those kids who put glue on their hands and peeled it off to make it look like skin and make people squirm, weren’t you,” Minseok said, narrowing his eyes.
“That always felt really weird,” Lu Han said, perking up and not denying it in the least.
Someone, and Minseok wasn’t pointing fingers, had gotten the bright idea to make real live birthday invitation cards. Not emails, not text messages, not updating social media, but real live cards. They had stacks of things like stickers, rhinestones, beads, and markers. They had stencils, and Lu Han with his tongue poking out had traced “It’s a Birthday Party!” onto each card, leaving Minseok to color the letters in while Lu Han went to town glueing shit to them.
They’d been at it an hour and a half and they’d only just finished the lettering, and he’d just started helping Lu Han put stickers on. He didn’t even want to think about the inside.
“Should I be doing this, since it’s my birthday party?” Minseok teased, and got a half-hearted swat.
“It’s not a surprise party. Besides, this is your gift to them!”
Right, because Joonmyun was going to appreciate the frowny face Lu Han had drawn on his card, the one that looked like it was sheltering a flock of fuzzy baby ducks. Or Sehun’s, where Lu Han had absolutely guaranteed he would beat Sehun next time by drawing devil horns on soccer balls.
Still, Minseok was with most of it, like the sparkly flower he put on Kris’s card, and strawberries he stuck all over Jongdae’s. Lu Han also had sheets of stickers with race cars and construction equipment. It more or less looked as though a five-year-old was inviting a bunch of other kids the same age to his birthday party.
“This is going to be amazing,” Lu Han declared. “Just imagine their faces.”
Minseok could imagine. Then they would all go out, and he would try to drink them under the table because the birthday boy didn’t buy himself anything. He would have copious amounts of cake, preferably chocolate, and take a piece home so he could eat it off of Lu Han once they were both aware enough to enjoy it. And he would be an entire month older, and Lu Han would lord it over him for almost an entire month, and then it would be Minseok’s turn to think up a celebration.
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Prompt: pairing: kris/suho prompt: couch cuddles
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One thing that Joonmyun really appreciated about Kris was that he was malleable. He didn’t have some kind of predefined notion of how things were going to be, and then sticking with that until someone shoved him off of it. Case in point, the couch. Sure, Kris had legs longer than most humans should possess, and he could reach the floor with them no matter how far he scooted back. Lucky guy. And yeah, that meant that if Kris was doing what most people did on a couch and sat up straight, Joonmyun ended up tucked under his arm like a living armrest.
Of course, Kris didn’t always sit up straight which was where all the compromises came in. When Kris had smooshed his face somewhere between Joonmyun’s shoulder and collar bone, Joonmyun had maybe allowed himself a minute or two of self-satisfied smiling. He was the one with the arm around Kris’s shoulder, and Kris was half crushing him into the armrest, but it was still great. He had no complaints, especially when he got to throw his legs over Kris’s lap. It was the contact he needed most and Kris was a teddy bear who perpetually smelled comforting and his hair was soft to rub his cheek against, too. He felt safe like that,
And then there was the other configuration that maybe he liked even more, which was when they tried to nap, and Joonmyun shimmied back against the plush couch and Kris backed up against him. It kept him from falling, for one thing, and it kept him warm for another, snuffling against the back of Kris’s neck and getting an arm over his ribs. (Though haha to anyone who ever found them like that and asked where Joonmyun had went. He kicked them all under the table later.)
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Prompt: kris/sehun. kris comes home from a modeling shoot. he was unsuccessful with taking all of his makeup off and sehun always did have a thing for men and eyeliner. Smut
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Sehun had Kris’s slippers waiting for him at the door, and he felt like that was a pretty good use of his precious time. Okay, so many he made tea, too, twice, because he kept drinking it himself as he poured over his college textbook and thought certain thoughts about how nice it’d look drowning in a vat of tea.
But before he committed a sin against printed words, he heard a key in the lock. He tried not to look to eager - hey a distraction, yay a boyfriend - when he edged toward the door with the tea in his hand.
Kris made a sound of greed when he saw the cup, taking it and sipping at it before paying Sehun any mind. Obvious what Kris was after. So he pouted, and he got himself a kiss anyway.
“Hey,” Kris said, smoldering at him.
“Hey?” he almost squeaked. “You still have makeup on.”
“Yeah, I think they had battery acid instead of eye cream, and I forgot I ran out,” Kris said, shoving his backpack with his precious makeup kit off to the side of the hall. “So I figured I’d come home and finish.”
“Yeah… Yeah. I mean. But the shoot went good?”
“Yeah, really good. I think they might be calling me back again. I’ll come sit with you as soon as I wash my face.”
But Sehun stopped him, a hand on Kris’s arm keeping him from passing. “It can wait.”
“Leaving your makeup on makes your skin- Oh.”
Yes, oh. It wasn’t often Kris came home all made up, and the dark lines, the faint shimmer that emphasized Kris’s eyes. He was pretty weak to Kris’s eyes at the best of times.
It was a trail of clothes they left behind, Sehun shushing any attempts by Kris to make excuses that he was sweaty, when they were going to be even more sweaty soon enough.
“I won’t breathe through my nose,” he said, totally serious, right until Kris bit his shoulder and made him laugh. But Kris pressed over him on the bed, the softest press of his tongue as his arms went around Kris’s neck. Logic said he should draw it out, but his body wasn’t into that. If Kris had slid down and batted his eyelashes at him while sucking on him, it wasn’t like he was going to last any longer. The way it was, Sehun’s moans backing up in his throat as Kris slid into him, they both got to enjoy Sehun’s admiration.
He watched Kris’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, and shuddered, remembering the first time they’d been in just that position. They’d barely known each other, maybe a little tipsy. Somehow he’d talked Kris into staying. And that meant he got to stare as he destroyed Kris’s hairstyle, kissing him to distraction, moaning when he felt fingers cup him and begin to stroke.
His vision maybe swam, but his eyes were on Kris’s face when he came. But he was pretty sure they were both satisfied. He even let Kris out of bed to finally wash his face. Maybe Kris could come home like that every one in a while. He wouldn’t complain.
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