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𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐍𝐉 - 𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟑
#*tucks hair behind his ear*#Keanu Reeves#*#kreevesedit#flashing gif#keanuedit#yeah my boyfriend's in a band#THE DAY AFTER I MET AND SAW HIM#keke babe do you not get dizzy doing all that head bobbing#h a n d s#MAJESTIC#hi i love an old man#a hair tie claw clip barrette butterfly clip one of those big ones that looks like a flower#*runs hand down his forearm like it's a staircase bannister*#......it's been a long week......i apologize#people who don't like gray hair are weak#i will give you 43 cents and a cookie if you let me play with your hair#...that was already a tag#but the offer still stands#i'll even throw in a $2 bill i work at a bank i can get some#are backpacks you wear in the front a thing? because i would like to be one#v e i n s#can't believe he's really been here and hot my whole life#that is a long™ torso#more room to wrap around#hands so big they could hold two ankles at once#omg who said that
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niche poll for my audience. You Must Listen
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#math the band#now you will be compelled to listen through the power of needing to give your 2 cents on everything#my evil plan.....#Bandcamp
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it's actually so important to me that in the memory loss extras xie lian finds out he doesn't have spiritual power anymore (because he's been having sex). it means
he feels comfortable relying on hua cheng
he's able to be 'selfish', and choose what he wants rather than what other people think is correct
he's free from the responsibility of being the most powerful martial god in heaven
he's getting thoroughly dicked down
#tgcf#i speak#love to the fics that do alternate things where he still keeps it or recultivates or w/e#and initially it feels a bit anticlimactic. he just got that back!! why would he give it up!!! thats such a shame!#and then you realize you sound like a heavenly official#he doesnt give a shit#isnt it beautiful that his husband is always so close#that he doesnt feel guilty about borrowing anymore#isnt it so nice to know that given the choice between upholding an ancient promise for incomprehensible amounts of power#and fucking his husband#he fucked his husband???#slay king#removing the shackle 1) gave him enough power to defeat jun wu and 2) removed the last marks of control that jun wu had#it was about xie lian's freedom and love empowering him#i'd argue that the main point was not the achievement of simply becoming more powerful.#so hua cheng's third death was still hugely important even if xie lian did not keep the power#i cant imagine he has a problem with this development#hc: but gege.... your cultivation...🥺🥺 xl: i want you more hc:🤯😍#gay sex + getting to kiss gege all the time for power > any guilt he might have#thats my two cents :)#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#tgcf meta#hob#heaven official's blessing#tgcf spoilers#tgcf book 5 spoilers
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Hey just wanted to let u know I'm all for chiropractic care it does wonders, but having a neck adjustment at the chiropractor can and in rare cases does cause stroke! Neck 'trauma' is one of the leading causes of stroke in people under 50. Sorry if this bothers you, but I just wanted to say something so you can be informed and stay safe in the future!
once again and I will continue to say it, I am not asking anyone's opinion on chiro unless they are literally me and they have my type of chronic pain, OR unless they are willing to fully pay for my breast reduction, thus reducing my need for chronic pain management
#I did not ask you and I do not care <3#hope this helps.#sergle answers#everytime I mention an adjustment someone gives me their 2 cents. please keep your pocket change#did you hear the part where my neck was in a ton of pain and was causing me migraines#and that getting it repositioned by my chiro is what keeps me from getting near-constant migraines
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#just watched a jack edwards video where he read yellowface and let me just give my 2 cents that no one asked for#so i'm asian. surprise. if y'all didn't know already#and i really feel like rf kuang's books are just not that good. in fact i would say they are very catered to white people#who are learning about colonialism or even asian people for the first time#it's like barbie being feminism 101 lol#most of the people i've seen say that babel or yellowface are the most groundbreaking books on earth are guess what. white people!#i've read babel. it was good and she obviously knows what she's talking about because there was so much information in it#but it was not the best book I've ever read. characters were bland. I've read the poppy war. good but not that great towards the end#my friend (singaporean but born in china) read yellowface and she absolutely fucking hates it#she gave me her copy to read but idk if i want to because none of rf kuang's books have stood out to me so far#that's not to say you can't love her books. and if you learn from them then that's great!#but don't treat her as objectively the best writer of our time when it is your own lack of knowledge that leads you to think that#also while we're on the topic#i fucking hate the bell jar#it's so WHITE#and the racism towards chinese people that 90% of y'all don't seem to get from reading the book is quite insane
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Can people stop bringing up eminem on my post. I promise you the people complaining abt violence in rap music are not listening to eminem
#look anika's talking!#like can we use our brains for a second. or do you just not know anything abt him and decided to give your 2 cents anyway lmao
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@miscellar / @grapejuicegay/ @dimplesandfierceeyes / @letgomaggie / @midnightfreeway/ @dribs-and-drabbles / @lurkingteapot / @lurkingshan : posts about silly little ideas and fun takes
Me, a post graduate in psychology: It's actually a mental illness representation no one asked for but needed
Edit: added more people's names
#There are so mamy people who are mkaing these great take posts#but i couldn't tag them#im sorry#but its literally me going like#oh actually if i may give my 2 cents of projection of mental illnesses#if you would be so kind to just spare me a reblog in your post about feeling seen#when my blorbo is smiling#please#sir#im hungry#for the sentimental value of it all#bad buddy#our skyy 2#patpran#bad buddy brain rot
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"It'd be super interesting to hear these counterarguments 👀."
@goopi-e Well let's see… where should I start? The mass assumption that Ganondorf just sort of left his kingdom for dead and stayed holed up in Hyrule Castle for seven entire years, (lolwut???) no longer caring about his fellow gerudos or even letting them know what the hell was going on?
Or something else? Maybe something a little dicier? Like the existence of gibdos? Or the fact he didn't save Nabooru after his moms decided her punishment? ... That last one might be a little self explanatory, though, if you understand his mindset.
Ganondorf is a man with a very strong sense of justice and a very skewed sense of morality. I think it's actually because he cared that he'd ever punish or let his people be punished like she was. Twinrova were his mothers too, so, it's likely he trusted their judgement more than anyone else's. A lower ranking pair of gerudo might not have gotten away with dealing justice in his name like that.
But I digress. I know I have to be missing something. I'm just very tired today and have a lot on my mind. Do feel free to let me know, though, if any of that interests you or if there's another thing I forgot to address that you want me to go into.
#q&a#personal hc#thank you for showing interest though. I sometimes feel like my ideas and opinions do little but make me a pariah.#haha... I say 'sometimes' like it's not actually 'always'#anyway when you factor in the fact Ganondorf can teleport/see and speak over long distances the whole 'leaving his people for dead' thing#becomes even MORE ridiculous. Like... come on people. Use your noggin. WHY would they worship someone who abandoned them for seven years???#Especially when it was clear they had a lot of conflict with the Hylians during those years. but that's just my 2 cents.#And yes I'm aware there was a small group that were likely either anti war or pro hylian and those are who we see at the end credits of OoT#But with any group of people with strong opinions there will always be some with opposing views so I do not take that as a significant#sign of 'abandonment'. if he truly had abandoned them we would have actually heard about it.#(The fact the end-credit gerudos were all wearing white too denotes to me some kind of shared relation or belief system between them.)#Instead we hear them sing his praises and even gossip stones will tell you how much the gerudos love their king.#All of which I think deserves more attention than we give it credit for.#He wasn't just a hero to his people in totk he was that and MORE to them in OoT.#ANYWAYS I'M DONE WITH MY TAG NOVEL.#*SLAMS BEER ON TABLE* *IT TIPS OVER AND SPILLS EVERYWHERE*#BYE
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#venting in the tags#dude im about to have a heat stroke#i frogot my money at home and my boss is VERY adiment(?) about paying for your drinks#... even though its literally only a few cents#but its getting ridiculous#there's three of them and they all check the cameras regularly#i- you know what? fuck it! im by a damn 600° oven for 12 hours without a fucking break so fuck it#ill steal a damn drink i dont give a fuck#suck dick managers im NOT having another damn faint agter working a full 80 hours the last 2 weeks
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The Matrix Resurrections: Featurettes
#mom said it's my turn on the old man#Keanu Reeves#kreevesedit#keanuedit#*#dude's got limbs like one of those wacky waving inflatable tube men#that's a long boi#pls just let me hold one (1) of those catchers mitts you call hands#me 5'4": i will pick him up#im a vegetarian but my kfc order's gonna be 2 thighs#no one: keanu: 🤘#why is he eternally boyfriend shaped#i really need to rest#i need him in a way that's concerning to feminism#EYE CRINKLES#THEY ARE A SOURCE OF LIFE#i love arm#that's a smiley boy#are you even alive if it doesn't want to make you smile back i don't think so#i will give you 43 cents and a cookie if you let me play with your hair#but im open to negotiate payment#a man's collarbone can turn me into a victorian gentleman who just got a glimpse of an ankle#keke pls
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i might get nasty responses to this, but i honestly don't care because i've wanted to say this for a while and i need to get it off my chest. every single time a dream member (or any nct member in general) makes a remark about someone's body people are always so dissapointed/upset/offended by what they said. and while it's obviously not a nice thing to do and it's shitty that they said it in the first place i gotta be honest. the thing is, these are all grown ass men who DO know better, they just don't care. like i really hate to break it to you but no amount of "educating him" and "holding him accountable" is gonna make this stop. they grew up and live in a country/society where making comments like this is considered the norm (whether people like that or not), not to mention on top of that they all work in an industry that re-enforces this behaviour even more and have been subjected to that industry since they were young kids.
i can guarantee you if you wanna waste time trying to tell haechan (or any of them) on a fancall or anywhere online why this is upsetting to you he is not gonna care. he might pretend to if he's being recorded, but i can assure you these are rich ass celebrities who do not give a single fuck about what people on twitter dot com complain about. as long as you buy their albums and pay their bills they're gonna be fine. they can tell you as many times as possible that their fans are their friends and super important to them and etc, but reality is, they don't know any of you and most likely have no desire of ever getting to know any of you. and besides that, we all know that making comments like this is a repeated behaviour, which means we can expect it to happen again.
and yet EVERY SINGLE TIME people act like it's the first time a comment like this was made and their mental health is in shambles in a second because of it. and to be completely honest at this point i don't fucking know what to tell you other than: if it messes with your mental health to this extent every single time it happens then how about you stop following that person, stop stanning them and stop involving yourself in what they say or do because all it does is make you feel like shit. and why the fuck would you willingly put yourself through that every couple of months?????
i genuinely do not understand and it's pissing me off to no end at this point. you either learn to live with this happening every now and again, because as i said you cannot control what these GROWN ASS MEN think or say or you do yourself and your mental health a favour and stop being their fan. like genuinely. i'm so so fucking tired of people acting like this every single time, like it's not a REPEATED PATTERN OF BEHAVIOUR that's been exhibited multiple times in the past and will most likely happen multiple times in the future. you wanting to police them as a nobody in the internet behind a stan account isn't gonna change that.
okay i'm done, fucking tired of this. y'all argue about this every few months and at some point i really need y'all to realize that there's NO FUCKING POINT like jesus fucking christ
#okay that's it#can you tell i'm angry#genuinely sick and tired of fandom never learning anything and always repeating the same thing over and over again like that's gonna help#no need to give me your 2 cents on the matter btw#i do not care#i've read enough opinions about this on twitter for a lifetime#haechan#nct#mine#my post
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My problematic trait is that I will watch chaos unfold around my coworkers and not offer any help unless they look to me for it
#personal#its not out of malice or anything its more like#these 80 year old ladies are very stuck up and they value respect#so much so that i cant force myself into their work without them feeling disrespected.#this has happened when my other coworkers pitch in to help when not asked and later the old ladies bitch to me about it#so i just watch. and they mess up. and they give themselves anxiety. and they dont know things.#and they never really look to me for help.#but that also means they dont consider me a bitch so#i will watch them fuck up on purpose :)#the intricacies of respect and hoops i have noticed between the 50 yr olds ans the 80 yr olds is super super interestinf.#im in my 20s and im not about to start pointless bullshit. if you want to fail on your own go ahead.#i told my other coworker that i do not like the old ladies. they do not understand why other coworker puts their 2 cents in.#its because they are fucking up and they are arguing with people and need an outside solution to pitch in.#it will not be me to do that. because i love boundaries and if the old ladies consider that disrespect than i respect that line.#just gotta know how to play all of them#and the 50 yr okd coworker who always pitches in to help me i greatly welcome it. because if im fucking up. i need need need help#i will take it and thank you so much.#my autistic trait is to know the script for every human person around me so im everyones favorite person :) its less stressful that wau
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LGBTQ+ community will take some of the most wild and out of left field shit and pretend it's actually a problem. Who cares if it doesn't make sense dude. Is it a pedophile? A rapist? No?? Actively harming you or other people directly? Then who cares!!! Stay in your fucking lane!!!!!
#and that's my 2 cents on the Current News#no I'm not discussing it no I don't give a shit about your argument#stay in your lane. it's not your business
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enjoying the fantasy novel i picked up secondhand for ten dollar but at the same time i can’t decide if it’s banger or mid. v solid worldbuilding that draws from pre-islamic middle eastern folklore (as well as other stuff for sure but that’s the one i immediately picked up on) you can tell the author has done their research and is passionate as fuck abt it. but☝️the characters are comparatively a bit sauceless. i generally dislike it when non-human characters feel fundamentally indistinct from the humans and that’s lowkey the case here. your djinn do not feel djinn enough im sorry
#textphelia#we had like ONE (1) flashback sequence w the main dude where he was giving tho#i was like wait chat this is epic. why isn’t he the narrator.#we just do not get to see as much of his personality when we don’t get his narration accompanying it#and that’s an issue on the writer’s part bc you should be able to characterize your guy with things other than his own narration#oh also the lil breadcrumbs that get periodically dropped to set up the romantic/sexual chemistry and attraction are v clumsy#cringe even. sorry.#like a GLARING weak point in otherwise p solid writing#the book is city of brass btw if any of you guys have read it and want to add your 2 cents i suppose
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@infizero
“Could L have stopped Walter White”
“Could Benoit Blanc have stopped Kira”
Blah blah blah ENOUGH. We have to ask the real questions—
Could Saul Goodman get Light off? And barring that how much would Light’s sentence be reduced?
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say you can't sleep, baby, I know
NSFW!Trey x Reader
Synopsis
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to rile him up, right? He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. Trey used to pride himself on his levelheadedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece. “Happy Birthday Trey~”
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[cw/tags] - afab!gn!reader (im sorry folks it's all i know how to write still), NRC is a university in this, domesticity kink, birthday sex, breeding kink (sue me), oral (giving & receiving), trey can be a little mean as a treat
[notes] - i apologize for the person i've become after seeing trey's new b-day card. it does things to me and this is 100% self-indulgent for me. also, tried to use very neutral descriptors for reader so tell me how that went and if it reads well! lastly, the outfit the reader wears is based on sabrina carpenter's outfits from her short n' sweet tour, specifically the baby doll one!
Written while listening to “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter, I recommend listening to it while reading :)
Let’s consider exactly the type of person Trey is.
Ever since he’s started school at NRC, he’s always taken a bit of a parental role in Heartslabyul, even before he became vice housewarden. Even Cater would joke about it when they first became friends:
“You’re, like, a total big bro! O-M-G, no! You’re like a dad friend! I’m totes willing to bet that the incoming freshmen are gonna slip up! Call you Dad or something!”
Evidently, when Riddle came into the picture and Trey was appointed his vice, Cater was proven right. He didn’t mind it too much, despite what others might think.
He liked the familiarity of it, being the oldest at home, it translated well into his position at Heartslabyul, and it came with the added bonus of being able to minimize any chaos that arose.
That was his main goal, especially with Riddle’s temper during his freshman and at the beginning of his sophomore year. Honestly, he had phenomenal conflict resolution skills, and he just wanted to make his life as easy as possible.
Everyone at this school liked to make that difficult, though, especially the freshmen of this year.
“Oh fu—I mean sh—dam—fuc—shi—FIDDLESTICKS!”
“Dude, just say fuck, why you gotta say the corniest shit—OW—Treyyy! Deuce hit me!”
Deuce had a guilty look on his face as Trey looked up from his notebook to raise a brow at the two.
“W-well, Ace cussed, so he has to put money in the swear jar!”
“Aw what! Come on Trey!” Ace whined, shoving Deuce’s face to the side as the latter grunted and started pulling at his cheeks and arm. “Riddle’s not here, he’ll never know, so I don’t gotta! Don’t make me!”
Trey simply smirked and gestured to the jar on the fireplace mantle, helpfully available to everyone in the lounge.
“You know the rules, bud, two thaurmarks for the f-bomb and a .50 cent for the other.”
Ace tossed his head back and groaned, begrudgingly dragging himself over to the jar as he dug around his pocket for change.
“Don’t be rude to your father, Ace.” A few giggles and snorts vibrated amongst the small group studying in the lounge as you wagged a finger at Ace, Grim squinting angrily at the book in your lap.
Your lips quivered as you hid a laugh, jokingly chastising the ginger.
“No need to be a brat.”
Trey had to withhold a snort at that comment, rich coming from you. He knew better than anyone that you could be as much of a brat as you were another parental figure.
“Oh ha-ha, very funny, Prefect. What, does that make you, Mom or Dad 2?” Ace stuck his tongue out at you as you grinned and focused back on Grim.
“Okay Grimmy, so remember, what alchemy recipes need mandrake root?”
Watching from the corner of his eye, Trey watched fondly as you murmured soft words to Grim. It reminded him of his Mom talking to his siblings after a nightmare, or of his Dad after one of them would get hurt in the kitchen.
Soft, soothing, parental. You’d make an excellent parent one day.
Trey felt himself get warm at the thought, adjusting himself in his seat and looking back at his musicology notes. He couldn’t sing very well, but he can memorize notes, and that’s what the upcoming exam was focused on.
That’s what he needed to focus on, not the way you cradled Grim against you like a parent with their child. Focus on his alchemy flashcards, and not the way you cleaned up the mess on the table so you could bring everyone a tray of snacks he’d prepared earlier that day. Focus on the history textbook in front of him, and not the way you cleaned up the lounge as it got later and later.
It wasn’t fair. It was so unfair how well you fell into the role. Cleaning and humming, one of his spare aprons on you as you wiped down the tables of crumbs and stacked a pile of dishes. It was unfair how sweetly you murmured to the few remaining students, and told them to go to bed and rest up.
They obliged, probably half asleep at this rate, since it was an hour until midnight. Ace and Deuce had retired a while ago, the latter leaning on the former as they haphazardly stumbled to their room.
Riddle had dropped by after his housewarden meeting, satisfied by the study group, but ultimately stuck to his very strict evening routine.
Now it was just you two. Even Grim had been tugged along with Ace and Deuce earlier, not unlike a rag doll slung over their shoulders.
“Trey? Honey, when are you going to sleep? It’s almost midnight.” His eyes fluttered tiredly as he felt your hands slide over his shoulders and a kiss pressed against his temple.
He felt warm again, heat pooling in his belly. You were so unfair.
“You should go to bed soon, come on, I’ll take care of you.”
He can think of a few ways you could ‘take care’ of him.
“It’s fine, why don’t you get Grim and head back to Ramshackle? Curfew is in 30 minutes, you know?”
You rolled your eyes, sighing into his ear, making a tingle go down his spine.
“Okay, but please go to bed soon? I left you a little birthday surprise in your bedroom~”
Trey perked up at that, eyeing your mischievous grin as you waved your fingers goodbye, going down the hallway to the dorms to grab Grim.
To be honest, he’d forgotten that his birthday was tomorrow, he’d been so focused on his midterms that it just slipped his mind. Well, he can’t say he’s not excited to see what you got him, especially since you’d been not too subtly probing him for preferences.
He groaned, running his hands over his face and sighing, heavy and exhausted.
“Ugh, just a bit more and I’ll retire for the night.” Trey reassured himself, eyes straining as he looked between the books in front of him.
The words on the papers blurred after a bit, the sound of the grandclock lulling him further into sleep, his head nodding off until a ping from his phone started him awake.
It was Cater, his Magicam user popping up on his screen.
cay-cay_diamond: hbd trey!! 🥳🎉🎉🎉grats on being an old man now!
Blinking at the clock, Trey realized that it was now a few minutes past midnight, so it was technically his birthday. He’s lucky that Riddle followed his own sleep schedule so rigorously, or else he’d be getting a scolding for breaking curfew.
luckyclover: Old? I’m only like 4 months older than you cay-cay_diamond: yeah. old. cay-cay_diamond: anyways! enjoy the gift in ur room!!! i helped (name) pick out the wrapping 😘😘😘
Trey hummed, a small smile on his face as he imagined the two of you bickering over wrapping paper and messily wrapping up a box with a bow. You did seem very excited for him to find it earlier, maybe you two picked something out together.
He was curious on what exactly you got him and why you hadn’t waited to give it to him at his actual birthday party. And why did you need Cater to help you…you’d always shoo him away when he’d tried helping you with gifts for other’s birthdays.
Stacking his books into his left hand and walking towards the junior dorm rooms, Trey looked at his phone as it pinged again.
cay-cay_diamond: on that topic thooo…u should rly go 2 ur room and get ur present! the poor thing! they’ve been w8ing very patiently 4 u~ luckyclover: Waiting? (Name)??? cay-cay_diamond: 🤭🤫😉
Trey sighed, shaking his head and tucking his phone away and digging out his room keys. It was times like these, deep into the night, when he was thankful for having his own room. He felt a bit bad now, you probably fell asleep in his bed waiting for him.
Though, the thought of you clutching one of his pillows, maybe in one of his sweaters to keep warm, made him smile. Then he could come in, gently take your clothes and shoes off to get you more comfortable, and dress down himself to slip in right behind you.
As he finally managed to get to his room, he heard shuffling as he turned the keys. Trey smirked, noticing that only his rose lamp remained on, and all the drapes to his canopy were now closed.
He could just barely make out the shadow of you moving behind them, hearing you gasp and the bed squeak, making him let out a soft laugh under his breath.
“You’re breaking curfew, you should be asleep you know? You're such a troublemaker sometimes.” Trey teased you as placed his books on his desk, tossing his hat onto its stand and slipping his shoes off to throw them into his wardrobe and grab his slippers.
He yawned, the late night really starting to sink into his body as he started undressing, his jacket and vest getting hung back up in the closet as he worked on his sash and unbuttoning his pants.
“Only like a third of the time!” You whined, the bed softly squeaking as you followed his movements behind the canopy. “Besides, I really wanted to give you your present. Don’t you want to unwrap me?”
Trey paused at the purr in your voice, narrowing his gaze as he saw your hand ever so slightly move the curtain at the end of the bed to peek at him. You were still mostly shrouded in darkness, but there was a very soft glow coming from inside the canopy, so he could just barely make out your mischievous smile.
Though, you quickly frowned, eyeing him up and down out of concern.
“Not if you’re too tired though, you have bags under your eyes, Trey. Do you just wanna go to sleep?”
Giving you a weary smile, Trey finally tossed his sash to the side and reached for the curtains, pushing them to the side to finally take a look at your “mysterious” present.
“In a bit, let me see what you got me…”
Trey’s breath hitched, he suddenly felt very wide awake as his eyes roamed up and down your body.
From the corner of his eye, he could see that you set up string lights along the top of the canopy for ambiance, making you look like you were almost glowing. Though it wasn’t that that made him lose his voice.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed with your legs curled underneath you, dressed in the most darling sage-green, sheer baby doll dress. The dress's puffy sleeves and hem were lacy, matching the lace on the stockings.
Holy shit you were wearing stockings.
“Ha, I wanted to surprise you, I thought you could use a stress reliever.”
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
“I should’ve realized that you’d be tired from studying for midterms, sorry.”
You're trying to rile him up, right?
“But, still, do you like it? I wrapped myself up just for you~”
He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. To behave.
“In any case,” You shifted onto your knees, the dress splitting in the middle, the only thing keeping it together being a small bow at the base of your neck, revealing the lack of undergarments, just your bare skin underneath. “Even if you’re too tired and just want to sleep, I just wanted to say…”
Trey leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, batting your eyelashes and ghosting your lips over his with a teasing smile. Your hands caressed the back of his neck, a thumb rubbing soothing circles, making him melt.
“Happy Birthday Trey~”
It’s now that he noticed that you even added a gloss to your lips, and he could smell the warm perfume on your neck as you pressed your lips to his, tongue swiping over his mouth, asking for permission to enter. Obliging, Trey sighed into the kiss and tangled his tongue with yours, his hands slipping underneath the baby doll and squeezing at your waist.
He really should go to sleep. He has to wake up early for the party. He has to dress in his birthday robes. He has to make sure that the others don’t burn down the kitchen or damage his expensive bakeware as they made his cake.
But the way your skin felt under his gloved hands, skin meeting skin, lace, skin, and lace again.
How could he be expected to sleep now?
Trey used to pride himself on his level headedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece.
Humming in delight against your mouth, Trey slid his hands down, as you curled into his body in response, and squeezed at the fat of your thighs before picking you up.
A yelp left your mouth as he picked you up and tossed you up the bed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it behind him as he crawled on top of you.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he saw the way the dress fell open to expose your body, your chest moving up and down as you watched him with a giddy smile.
“Oh! I guess you’re not that tired—ah!”
You gasped as Trey grabbed your calves, tugging you up to place the back of your knees on his shoulders. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your right thigh, smirking against the lace.
“I was tired. I should be asleep,” Trey murmured against your stocking laced skin, pressing kisses as he went farther and farther down. “Resting—kiss—Up—kiss—but no.”
He gave you a half-hearted glare, which you responded with a smile and lacing your hands through his hair as he pressed another kiss to the bend where your thigh met your sex.
“You broke curfew, you wanted to keep me up with your little ‘present’, you know I’d get in trouble for hiding you out in my room.”
Trey gave you a bite on your thigh, groaning as he felt your hands tighten in his hair, moving back to press a soothing kiss to the mark he left.
“Are you trying to get me in trouble? Throw me in the doghouse?” “Cause I’ll make sure you come right with me, after a little taste of my birthday treat.”
The same time he ran his tongue up your sex, Trey could feel you shiver and pull on his hair as he ate you feverishly, like a man starved from food or water for ages.
“Mmm! Trey!” You threw your head back, bringing one hand up to slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, the walls here weren’t known to be sound-proof.
He should probably care a bit more, especially when you let out a particularly high-pitched squeal as his tongue began fucking into your hole.
“Trey! Oooh, Trey~”
Bringing a finger to join his tongue, Trey smiled against your skin as you squeezed your thighs around his head, using his free hand to push his pants and underwear down to palm at his dick.
“Trey—aaaah—wait, let me—mmph—Honey—” You let out a shuddering gasp, pulling his head up from your sex. Trey locked eyes with you, leaning into the hand you slid down to cup his cheek and caress his lower lips, wiping the slick and drool from the corner of his mouth.
“Yes? Honey?” Removing his hand from inside you to cover your own hand and kiss your palm, Trey smiled and hummed, “I like that, you know, reminds me of a husband coming home to his spouse.”
Pressing kisses up your body, soft and tingly, up your neck, and back to your lips where they belonged.
“Hmm, I really like the sound of that, (Name) Clover.” You murmured against his lips, smiling as you wrapped a leg around his waist to bring his dick closer to your sex, rubbing against him as you both sighed into each other’s mouths.
“Is that what you want? You want me to be a cute little spouse? Dress up in a cute apron? Greet you when you come home from work?”
So focused on the softness of your lips and the wetness sliding against his dick, Trey didn’t even notice you twisting your body to turn him onto his back, the back of his head hitting the back of his pillows as you sat on top with a cheeky grin.
“Hm? How would my husband want me to welcome him home? A hug? A kiss? Mm, what about…me?” Trey watched you with flushed cheeks as you kissed down his body, mimicking his earlier actions as you helped him tug off the rest of his clothes.
“Oh, how nice it would be for you to come back to a warm, clean home with a spouse…” Looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a kitten lick to his tip. “...ready to give soft wet holes for you to fill~”
Giving him a vision into that sweet, sweet future, you swallowed his tip, down his shaft, and started sucking.
“Haaah—”
Trey lolled his head back into his pillow, letting out a breathless moan as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand working the rest that didn’t fit into your mouth.
“Fuuuuck. That does sound nice—mmh!” Reaching his hand down, you immediately took one of your hands to lace it with his, squeezing it as you hummed around his cock.
“My lovely spouse—nnnngh—their pretty mouth—unnnh—soft holes—aaaah—all for me to come home to every day, what a dream~”
A particularly harsh suck made Trey arch his back and squeeze your hand harder, a giggle vibrating his dick as you pulled off.
“Hehe, is this your way of proposing? Kinda dirty to do it with your dick on my mouth.” You giggled, pressing kisses and quick licks along his shaft.
“That’s okay though, you and I both know that deep down, you’re a bit of a pervert. Right?”
Trey scoffed, tugging you up with a bemused smile. “Yeah? How can you tell? Thought I hid that pretty well.”
A soft laugh escaping you, you held both of his hands, bringing them up to press kisses on his knuckles, making the green-haired man sigh fondly.
“The way you look at me sometimes, like you’re undressing me. It makes me feel all warm and tingly, especially when I piss you off.”
Both of you let out a breathless moan as your wetness rubbed against his hard dick, grinding against one another as the tip occasionally caught against your hole, making you shiver.
“Is it bad that sometimes I wanna get you mad so you’ll fuck me real mean? Is it bad that I want you to use me? To fuck your stress out with me?”
A lump forming in his throat, Trey let go of your hands to pull at the string holding your flimsy baby doll together. Eyes half lidded, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, watching it pool at your elbows as you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your grinding turned into vigorous humping against him, making you both gasp in pleasure.
“Ooh, Trey, honey, baby, hubby~ Won’t you use me? Be a little mean? Pleeeease? Fuck me, fill me up like I know you want! Pleeeeease Trey? Pretty, pretty please?”
Lips smashed against yours as Trey bolted up, groaning into your mouth as he grabbed your hips in an almost painful grip.
He picked you up once again, throwing you on all fours, covers tangling against your knees and hands, as he ripped your dress off and tossed it.
Trey’s left hand placed itself on your hip, while his right pushed down on your back, following up your spine to the base of your neck where he pushed you down to shove your face into the sheets, forcing you into a doggy pose.
“So you do like getting me in trouble, little brat. Fine, I’ll be mean.”
Trey lined his dick against your throbbing hole, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your ear and moving the hand on your neck to wove with your right, squeezing it reassuringly.
“Squeeze three times if you need me to stop, otherwise, I’m going to fuck that brain right out of your pretty little head, since you don’t seem to be wanting to use it.”
In one, swift move, Trey slammed his hips to your ass, sinking nearly half his length into your warm, waiting hole.
“FUCK! YES—MMMPH” Burying your face into the sheets to muffle your cries, Trey did the same into your shoulder, shivering at your tightness around him.
Setting a rhythm, hips smacking into your ass, Trey worked the rest of his cock into you until he could hear the smack of your ass against his hips, the sound echoing with the creak of the bed.
Your tightness around him was heavenly, as was the sight of you sinking further into the bed and arching your ass to sloppily meet his thrusts. Straightening again, bending your arm back so that your hands could remain intertwined.
His left hand caressed your back and the fat of your behind, before bringing it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his hand in a vice grip, though you also tightened around his cock.
Rubbing a soothing circle against the reddening skin, slowed his thrusts, making you whine and push against him.
“Haaah, that okay? Feel good?” Trey murmured, smiling at the frantic nod and wiggle against him. “Want me to keep going?”
“Mmmph... yessshh... mmmore, mmmore... pleeeashh, honey~” Your sounds were muffled as you bit into the blanket, getting higher and higher as he obliged, not one to deny you after all.
Every other thrust was met with a slap to one cheek, then the other, the skin turning redder and redder with his handprints marking you. The harder he went, the more and more slack you went, until he was eventually just fucking you like his personal toy.
Though, you did offer yourself as his present, didn’t you? So it was only fair that he got to use his present as he wished, and right now, he wanted to feel you cumming around him.
Ceasing his smacks, making you whine, Trey instead melded his body against yours, the weight both overwhelming and comforting, as his left hand instead moved to your sex to rub you to completion.
Trey watched as you gasped for breath, completely burying your head into the bed to muffled your screams as you came around him, trembling and squeezing him.
The feeling of your walls pulsating around his shaft was becoming dangerously addicting, and he was very greedy for more of that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close! You can give me another one, right?”
Slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, Trey adjusted you so that you sat on his dick, kissing the side of your neck for reassurance as he let go of your hand to quickly slide his arms under your knees.
From all his years of tossing bags of flour and sugar, from kneading dough, from all the labor he’s done as a baker, picking you up was like child’s play.
Folding your knees up to your chest so he could hold you, back flush to his chest, was nothing for him. Everything for you, though, your over sensitive hole squeezing down on him again.
“FUCK! I caaame! Treytreytreytrey—” You dug a hand into his arm, tossing your head back and lolling your tongue out with a dumb, drooly smile on your lips.
“A-almost there—nngh—just squeeze if I need to stop—I’m so close~”
Smashing his lips against yours for an open mouth, wet kiss, Trey pounded faster into you, determined to feel your walls pulsate again, this time as he filled your insides up like one of his pastries.
Then, an awful, perverted thought filled his head, like a devil was whispering in his ear.
Why doesn’t he fill them up with his kids? Don’t stop until his cum is drooling out of their hole, and go again to make up for the lost seed. He already wants them to be his spouse, why not add a few little ones to that picture?
Trey was losing any bit of restraint that he may have had as he was now determined to fullfill his fantasy. Even if you couldn’t do it, magic made anything here possible, and right now is good practice anyway.
“I’m—aaaahhh—I’m gonna come inside, okay? Fill you up, yeah?”
Digging your nails into his skin, you nodded against his mouth and whined.
“Yessssss! Fill me up! Inside! Gimme a baby Trey! I wanna make you a daaaaddy~”
Squeezing your legs further against your chest, Trey pounded faster and faster, trembling as he reached close and closer to his peak.
Warmth flooded his body, tingles, and he swears sparks, flying over his skin as he felt you clamp down on him for a third time.
Your voice squealed higher and higher, any previous attempt to be quiet for naught as you practically screamed.
Trey shuddered as he finally came, cum flooding your warm insides as you went limp in his arms.
Panting for air, both of you remained still for a minute, the bed feeling stuffy with the curtains still closed. After another minute, Trey pulled you up and off of him, shaky as his now limp dick left your warm, comfortable embrace.
Doing his best to gently place you on the bed, Trey let out a breathless laugh as you collapsed on the bed like a rag doll, blinking your eyes tiredly at the ceiling of the canopy.
“Haah, sorry, I went too hard there, huh?”
You shook your head, giving him a tired smile and reaching a hand for him, which he took and brought up to kiss.
“It was good, really, good. You liked your present?”
Snorting and nodding, Trey carefully scooped you up to move your head onto the pillows and gently roll off your garter stocking, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he did.
“Yeah, I did. Come on, let me get you a shirt.”
You whined as he pulled away, exhaustion starting to steep into him as he tied back the curtains to the canopy to let the stuffiness out. Trey picked up the baby doll he’d tossed earlier, placing it into his wardrobe drawer as he dug out a shirt and sweatpants for himself and a shirt for you.
As he closed the drawer, he noticed your backpack hidden underneath it, digging in it to grab you some underwear. You had packed a pair of pajamas, apparently, but…he’d rather see you in his clothes.
“Hmm, honey? Come to bed…” You whined, hands reaching out for him impatiently as he slipped on his clothes, crawling over to you and helping you slip your underwear and his shirt on.
“I’m here, I’m here.”
Trey slowly blinked, eyelids heavy as he scoop you up to place you two under the covers, the soft mattress making him practically become one with the bed and you as you nestled into his chest.
Your legs tangled with his as Trey wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. He could feel fatigue and sleep quickly taking over him as your voice vibrated against his chest, soft and sleepy.
“Happy birthday honey, I—yawn—love…you…”
A different kind of warmth, soft and sweet, filled him as he squeezed you tighter against him, murmuring back.
“I love you too…”
*Riiiing* *Riiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*
An irritating, loud noise filled Trey’s ears as he groaned, half-awake as he turned over to smack his hand on his phone, silencing the alarm.
“Aah…Noisy…hhggh.” Trey groaned, rolling over, careful to not crush you under him to blindly reach for his glasses.
“Glasses…glasses…ah..”
Plastic and glass finally under his palm, Trey slipped his glasses on his face, ultimately throwing himself back into bed next to you, who’d begun shifting awake.
“Mmm, honey?”
Grunting in response, Trey threw an arm over his eyes, irritated at the sun seeping through the window into his eyes.
“Early…”
You chuckled, a yawn escaping you as you decided to move closer and slip a hand under his shirt to rub at his chest, pressing kisses into his neck as well.
“You’re so grumpy in the morning. Come on, you've got a big day ahead.”
“…Ugh, I do?”
Snorting at his response, Trey grunted as he felt you move, peaking under his arm to see you resting on your elbow. You had puffy, dark circles under your eyes from the little sleep you managed to get.
“Birthdays are a pretty big deal, right?” Smiling at him, Trey squinted an eye and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in protest.
“Ugggh, yeah…”
Hearing you hum, Trey groaned in surprise as he felt you straddle his waist and caress his neck and cheeks, making him remove his arm to blink up at you.
Your hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in all sorts of places. The bags under your eyes more noticeable under the night. His shirt dwarfed you. You were a hot mess, all things considered.
He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, with how cute you were last night, but he thinks you look most beautiful like this. Better than any frilly, skimpy, or tight outfit.
“Come on, Birthday Boy, want me to give you a little pick me up?”
Kissing him with a smile, Trey moaned into the lazy, sloppy morning kiss, tilting his head back as you pressed kissed down his neck, deciding to work on leaving a love bite at the nape of his neck.
Trey’s phone chimed, making him sigh as he reached for it, letting you continue your love bites and kisses,
Squinting at the few messages, it seemed like a few of his friends and classmates were already sending him birthday wishes. Though, a message from Cater made him blot up, a sudden shock of alertness running down his spine.
“Ah! Trey, what is it?”
cay-cay_diamond: morning!! happy bday 2 the bday boi again! thought i let u no tht u owe me a favor, had 2 cast a silencing spell on ur roum last nite. totes ruined my beauty sleep! cay-cay_diamond: also i know u got ur lil cutie 2 distract ya, but liek dont b l8 2 ur bday breakfast, grimmy might eat it!
“Shit, we were too loud, Cater had to cast a silencing spell on the room.”
You made an ‘oh’ shape with your mouth, giving Trey an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, but at least you enjoyed it, right?”
Trey smiled, more awake now, and nodded, sharing a sweet kiss with you.
“Definitely. You might have to consider making your go-to gift for now on, it’s gotta be my favorite one I’ve ever gotten.”
He solidified that statement with one more, firm, assuring kiss with you, before having to leave your sweet dream into the real world.
At least he could have one part of that dream with him at his side from now on: you.
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